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fun-k-board · 7 months

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Spider-Man is... Peter Parker?! PT. 1

Note(s) : This is inspired by a post from @kzele and the reblog by @thecatchat

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The itching ache corrupting his mind wouldn't rest, the unrelenting screams and the claws that nag at his every waking moment. Peter Parker, a teenage boy, Spider-Man, a superhero, he doesn't feel like one, not right now.

The Symbiote infecting his mind was not his own fault, yes, he had been slightly careless, and yes, he could've prevented it, but foresight is something he didn't and couldn't have had.

Today? Our superhero isn't awake, Peter is asleep, a victim of his own mind. The Symbiote, Venom, takes over, and while Peter is not conscious, Venom fights the crime that he would otherwise be unable to stop. There's one problem with this shortcut, it's killing him, infecting him slowly, his attitude is worse, his empathy is gone, his love for his family and friends is no longer.

Unknown to Peter, the symbiote doesn't just take over when he's asleep.

And while he's being punched, kicked and slammed into the ground, Peter can't feel any of it, the Symbiote keeps his consciousness at bay. The ones fighting him don't know his true identity, they may not know Peter Parker, but they know Spider-Man.

The Sinister Six can tell something is wrong, they know the infamous web slingers moves, his sarcastic quips, the way he voices his thoughts out loud, but this day he's dead silent.

Even when he burnt his tongue and it hurt to speak he still did, this is... Different, unnerving. Like when you visit a place after years, the differences are so small it's practically the same, but it's not quite right enough for it to be familiar.

Only one thought is shared between the six villains.

This isn't Spider-Man.

The thought for many is just that, something they can brush over and never think of again, but for Sandman and Doc Ock, one a man who has been beaten by Spider-Man more than he can count, and the other a super genius, it's hard to get rid of the feeling that something's wrong.

The Symbiote infecting Spider-Man has enough strength to defeat the Sinister six as if it's no real feat, and it's getting close to that.

Doctor Octavius' plan is running thin, his current battle with Spider-Man growing desperate. Vulture is flying above, occasionally scratching the Spider to try and aid his team mate. Rhino has his horn stuck in a building, which he can't pull out because Sandman and Electro are next to him, one stuck in a puddle and beginning to regret even coming along, the other is almost completely out of electricity, laying down limp on the ground a few meters away.

But, one member came more prepared than he could ever realise. What the Symbiote didn't anticipate was Shockers new upgrade, it looks the same as his regular gauntlets, works similarly too. It uses sound waves to stun and even incapacitate a human, the noise is at a frequency that it could even deafen some one if used in long periods of time.

He'd wanted to try out on the spider for weeks, but somehow the infamous hero was always busy with another criminal, now, he has his chance.

While Spider-Man was busy with Doctor Octavius', throwing kick and punch to the metal arms, which he surprisingly didn't have any issue with, Montana snuck behind him, and sticking out his fist, he yelled for Octavius to move and he fired.

Doc Ock's moved out of the way, and he turned for a moment, only for a moment so he could check on one of his damaged tentacles, but his head snaps right back to the Spider when he hears a blood curdling scream.

They had all expected Spider-Man to hold his hands on his ears, to yell and try to run away, but the noise he's letting out doesn't sound like anything the bug had made before, it doesn't even sound human. Two voices at once drown one another out, the symbiotes control is becoming fragile, Peter's mind is slowly awakening.

Electro gets off the ground with a groan, hunched over, he stares in confusion, his eyes trying to narrow, to focus on the scene that's playing out before him. Finally, Sandman manages to escape the predicament, he hoists up Electro and walks a bit closer to... Whatever is happening, allowing Rhino to yank his horn out, partially collapsing the building.

Even more confusing was for Spider-Man to begin convulsing, his screams get louder, his body contorts as he falls to the ground, twitching erratically. The entire Sinister Six watches in a mix of horror and confusion as his suit begins to peel off his body, whatever the creature is, it begins to worm around, desperately trying to cling to its host.

Shocker immediately puts both of his hands together, blasting the creature with full force in an attempt to separate it from Spider-Man, in his head, this is because it's clear... Whatever this thing was, gave Spider-Man his new found strength, and none of the Sinister Six want to go through a beat down that embarrassing again.

Spider-Man's body immediately stops struggling when the creature finally separates, he lays limp, but the strange goop continues to scream and try to worm away, it sounds ungodly, something that'd give a man nightmares, it desperately attempts to crawl away from the unbearable pain it's in.

"Will one of you morons help me?!" He yells frantically, the black goop writhes, unable to move away from Shockers blast as it's mind is flung into full panic. After a few beats of silence from the Sinister Six, the symbiote still screaming, one of Doc Ock's tentacles slam down a trash can over the creature, keeping it trapped in place.

In their panic and stunned confusion, they failed to notice what happened to Spider-Man, that the strange creature wasn't just a top of his regular suit, it was on his skin, when their eyes finally focus on the web Slinger, they realise what just happened.

There on the floor lies a young, skinny boy, he's completely limp on the ground, his skin is pale and covered in dark bruises, he's only dressed in a tank top and shorts.

Vulture lands on the ground with a thud, staring in shock at the sight before him. But soon enough, both his and Electros eyes widen in recognition, that mole, those eyes, that hair, that's Peter Parker.

"That boy is skinny, what are they feeding you city kids..." Shocker mutters under his breath, so quiet that he didn't even realise he spoke, his eyes stare blankly, yet in slight confusion, at the limp body.

"What the hell is that?!" Rhino exclaims, staring, dumbfounded, by whatever that creature is and whoever this boy is.

Sandman could feel Electro squirming slightly, and so let him go, the electrical charged man seems to be in a trance, his eyes wide and breathing shallow.

"Peter...?" Electro takes a few steps closer to his limp body, he can see the pain he's in, his breathing is shallow, his lips slowly turning blue from the cold.

"That's the alien brought back by Sargent Jameson's ship." Doc Ock observes, his eyes narrowing as he stares coldly at the garbage can, it shakes every few moments, the symbiote is desperate to escape it's new cage.

"Wait, wait, so, Spider-Man is a kid? And he got infected by some random alien goop?" Rhino blurts out, in shock at the situation presented to him.

"No, you insolent fool." Doc Ock shoots a glare towards Rhino, adjusting his goggles for a few seconds. "This is just some boy the... Parasite, must've taken hold onto." He explains away, waving off Rhino and his, rather astute, observation.

"Yeah, that makes sense, doc! This kid is Peter Parker, he's an intern at Conners laboratory, I used to be the electrician there." Electro suddenly pipes in, he almost goes to pick Peter up, but jerks back upon realising he doesn't have his gloves on. "He's way too wimpy, there's no way he's Spider-Man." He firmly states.

"He's also Norman Osborn's son's best friend..." Vultures eyes narrow slightly as he mutters cold words, he crosses his arms and makes no move to help Peter.

Sandman feels sick to his stomach, he's frozen in shock, hardly able to process the situation. He never wanted to hurt a kid, or anybody, sure he robbed banks, but he never set out to try and hurt civilians. This isn't what he signed up for.

"We need to get this kid to safety, now." His voice comes out strained, losing it's casual and rough nature, he uses his sand to pick up Peter, his eyes snap around, observing the city to find a safe place.

"Hm..." Almost hesitant, Doc Ock furrows his brows for a few moments before speaking up. "We have a safe house for emergencies, follow." Doc Ock waves a hand to motion Sandman forward, but for a moment, and only a moment, his eyes linger on Peter before he begins to walk off, his tentacles propelling him forward.

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sirenologyyy · 1 year

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SPEAKING SONAR !

ao'nung x fem!sully reader

✷ premise : as tensions rise and your family is forced out of the only home you've ever known, fish boy meets forest girl and the rest is history (tragedy)

✷ warnings : kidnapping, swearing, injury, blood, violence, and death

✷ author's note : gotta have ya'lls parents' povs here hehe, also some spider content if ur an anti dni I'm a spider defender 4 lyfe.

✷ trigger warning : THERE'S GUNNA BE A KINDA GRAPHIC SCENE LATER IN THE CHAPTER ABOUT THE SULLYS AND QUARITCH, IT INVOLVES BLOOD AND MORE BLOOD so be advised... but it's short dw dw

part 4 of the SOLD OUT OF LOVE series

When you'd be confined to the lab because of influenza which you caught often, Spider would risk the possibility of infection and stay in your room all day because unlike you, your germs feared Spider. You'd close all the lights and the both of you would lay on your bed and look at the glowing solar system Max and Norm had painted on your ceiling. It was a moment of peace he wouldn't exchange for the world, just lying next to his sister in the dark, basking in the silence.

Until he speaks. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we lived on Earth?"

You turn to him. "I'd always be in the hospital"

"Yeah, well what's different now?" He bit back.

You chewed on your lower lip, he was right. "We'd be going to school, we'd have friends-"

"-that are not giant blue aliens" He adds, the both of you laughing.

"You think if we were on Earth we wouldn't be orphans?"

He shifts, and the bed bounces underneath you. "Maybe" Spider replied cautiously. "If my mom hadn't been flying that gunship she'd probably still be here... not sure about my dad though"

"You're lucky you knew your dad"

He shook his head adamantly. "No I'm not"

"Fine, then you're not" you say, giving up.

"Would we even know eachother if our moms weren't brought here? If they hadn't met our dads?"

This made Spider think hard. "We still would, my mom knows your aunt Trudy"

"No, they met at that flight school, if they weren't chosen, they wouldn't know eachother, we wouldn't know eachother"

This made him tuck his lips together. "I guess you're right"

"I am right" You tell him, propping yourself up by your forearm, Spider mirroring your action. "But what does it matter anyway? We're stuck here, there's no life for us back in Earth cuz it's dying, we've got nowhere else to go"

"Then I guess we gotta stick together don't we?" He replies, poking your shoulder. "Us outsiders gotta stick together, Spider and Firefly, that way nothing can tear us apart"

You grinned, your teeth lighting up in the darkness. "Nothing" You echoed, twirling your pinky over his, breathy giggles taking over you both.

You were the first to pull away, lying flat down on your back, using the same hand to scratch at your IV taped to your wrist used to replenish your dehydrated body. That was several months before the accident, where it changed your lives forever. It was never Spider and Firefly against the world anymore, it was just Spider.

Because the promise you had made to eachother, the promise of the two children orphaned by war initiated in a dark room lit up with neon stars and planets was forever broken.

The both of you grew up in Pandora, took your first steps on Pandora, spoke your first words on Pandora, you had Spider, Spider had you, he didn't care that he could spend most of everyday outside when you were stuck in your room. He'd tell you everything and spare no detail, the speeches, plays, and presentations you two had made to convince Max and Norm to let you out for 3 hours were the highlights of your life, especially when they'd agree.

He lost his mom, his dad, and when they pulled you out of that river unresponsive he thought he might as well lost you too.

2 months ago he had been bragging to the Sully children that he could palace his chin on top of your head without even standing on his tip toes, he blinked and suddenly you could place your entire forearm on top of his head without even trying. He stayed silent, knowing he should be grateful you weren't so sick anymore- but at what cost? He had been more alone now since before you were born, you had been alone together, now he was just alone.

But he wasn't the only one feeling what he was feeling, you were battling your own surges of loneliness trying to grab hold of you. It was a hard change, human food started to taste like paste, you weren't used to being a tug away from being naked, your skin being so blue. It was weird.

You shared a bond with Spider not even the other Sully kids could replicate, now he was gone, and you didn't know when you'd get him back, if you'd get him back.

Lo'ak snapped his fingers in front of you. "Baby sis, you good?"

You blinked. "Uh-huh" You mutter unconvincingly, standing up with a basket you dug against your hip, making your way down to the fish nets to retrieve your lunch for the day.

"What's up?"

"Missing Spider"

"Oh" He says. "He's a tough guy, he'll be fine"

Even Lo'ak didn't believe his words, and so you nodded along. "Yeah, I know"

He crouches beside you, grabbing the pesky fish that fought back and dropping them into the basket. "I've seen him chug Whiskey with a straight face, and, get a scolding from our parents for letting us take a sip, if he can survive that he can survive anything"

"I know he can" You tell him, sliding a fish into the hole of your basket. "Sometimes I just wonder if it's enough"

"It is" He assured you, placing a wet hand on your shoulder. You appreciated the gesture but pried his hand off of you moments later.

Lessons that afternoon were interesting, it was the only word that could sum up the entirety of what had awaited you after lunchtime. The moment you saw Ao'nubg across the beach with your siblings you turned your heel and bolted the other way, you hid in your Marui, helping your mother with repurposing old clothes, chopping fruit for dinner that night.

1, 2, 3, 4 Sullys on the beach, yet one was missing.

He itched to ask them, your brothers, it practically consumed him, knawed at him on the inside to ask your brothers where you were and why you missed your lessons.

Only at the end of the day did he finally give in. "Where is she?"

"Where is who?" Neteyam wonders.

"Your beloved sister?"

"Kiri? Tuk? They're right over there with Tsireya and Rotxo" Lo'ak butts in, pointing his thumb at the secondary group floating on their backs in the water, giggling and gliding.

He rolled his eyes. "No genius, your other one, Y/N?"

Lo'ak shrugged. "Dunno, she says she was dizzy, Mom didn't wanna let her swim in her state"

He hummed. "I see"

But for the past week, it was almost as if you hadn't run out of excuses to miss lessons. They'd wait half an hour for you to come out only for one of your siblings to tell the rest of your friends that you weren't coming. Ao'nung never bothered to come anymore, claiming that he himself wasn't feeling well and that he must have gotten what you've caught all the while having no interactions this past week.

After lessons, Tsireya would catch him hanging out with his other friends or if not then lying on his hammock throwing a woven grass ball in the air, but when his grating mother couldn't leave him alone for two seconds then he'd be riding his ilu on the other side of the island for some peace and quiet.

It was the 4th day of you purposely evading lessons, you sat in your Marui with your mother while she braided your hair. "When will you start attending lessons again Ma'íte?"

"When I feel better" You reply.

"There is this boy that keeps coming to our hut, he says he misses your presence in lessons" You practically froze on the spot as your heartbeat began to rise in a cresendo.

"What was his name?" Your mother asked to herself while you sat there and apprehensively awaited for her next words. "Ahh yes, Rotxo"

Either she knew what she was doing or she had no clue at all- but you wouldn't put it past her. "Yeah, Rotxo's a sweetheart"

Your mother hummed in agreement. "Yes, such a sweet boy, very polite" She stopped, tying off the braid she had previously been working with and starting on another one. "although you were never really drawn to the sweet ones, were you Ma'íte?"

This woman was sick.

"I don't know what you mean" You lie.

She giggles. "You might not be my child by blood but we are more alike than you thought" She asks you for one of the shells you were holding and you hand it to her, feeling her thread it into your locks. "Just say it, sweet girl"

"Say what?" You managed, ignoring the warmth that plagued your cheeks as you straightened your posture.

"That you thought I was talking about somebody else"

You needed to get out of here, she's practically nipping at your heels. Your sweet mother, bringing you in for slaughter. You remaining silent only made her laugh.

"So there is someone?"

"No" you replied a little too quickly. "No, there is no one"

"Then I believe you"

"Good, then we'll just chalk this conversation up to finished"

"Maybe we will" She tells you to stand up and look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the beads, shells, and hair cuffs you told her to put in, turning your head so that the sunlight reflected onto them.

"You did amazing mom, it looks beautiful" you grinned.

She smiles, placing her hands on your shoulders. "I did nothing sweet girl, the beauty is all yours"

"How's she feeling?" You both turn your heads to see your father walking in the Marui. "Still lightheaded?"

"She's feeling fine, aren't you Ma'íte?"

You nod.

He took one good look at your face and turns to your mother. "Neytiri, her face is all flushed, is she coming down on a fever?"

Your eyes widen as you whirl your head towards the mirror. Goddamnit.

You mother pretends to be shocked, turning you to face her. "Your father is right, maybe you should stay home today afterall"

You shook your head. "No I think I'll go out today, it's been long enough"

Jake frowned. "Is she sure? Are you sure? "

You nodded. "Mm-hm" already making your way across the Marui.

"No funny business alright???"

"Alright! Alright!"

"Y/N!" Your father called out.

"I got it!" Was all you said before you jogging down the steps and onto the beach.

Neytiri approached Jake by the mouth of the Marui, the pair of them watching as you ran up to your other siblings and your friends splashing eachother with water by the coastline.

"Ma Jake" Neytiri began.

"Mm"

"It may have escaped your notice but no matter how much you deny it, she is her own woman now, not the little girl we have taken under our wing so many years ago"

Jake sighed, his ears flattening against the sides of his skull as he turns his head towards Neytiri. "I know that"

"I know you do, and yet you refuse to acknowledge it"

"She's got too much fire in her"

"That is a good thing"

"Come on, you knew Betty, cross her one time she'll cross your heart out" He exclaimed, trying to prove his point.

"Ma Jake, believe me when I say that you cannot keep protecting her forever, someday you have to let her go"

"I made a promise to her mother that I'll keep her safe, with everything she's done for me in the past I owe her that much" He explained, Neytiri places a hand on his cheek in the process. "I'm too scared of screwing this up, I try and limit her, and what is she doing? She's going against me, fooling around"

They watched as you joined in on the fight, cringing and screaming when Kiri sent a huge wave your way. "Go easy on her, if you restraint her too much she will drift farther and farther away from us"

"I haven't been living up to my promise like I wanted, I've almost lost her once, I'm not about to let that happen again"

They turn to the beach again and watch as You and Tuk harshly tackle Neteyam, Rotxo and Kiri throwing fistfuls of sand at eachother, and Tsireya giggling her head off as Lo'ak tried pulling off a piece of seaweed that had gotten stuck on his tail but ended up spinning around like a top.

"Stay down!" Tuk screamed at Neteyam floating in the water pretending to be dead and even sticking his tongue out for effect.

You grab her waist and placed her on your shoulders. "The mighty warriror Tuktirey has defeated the fearsome wildebeest, she knows nothing! only rage!"

She let's out a war cry, everyone else in the group started doing the same causing passersby to look at what was causing the sudden ruckus on the shoreline She then leaps off of you and into Neteyam causing a huge splash, she pretends to wrestle with his body while your oldest brother tried his hardest to contain his giggles. All of you began chanting Tuk's name as she managed to stand on Neteyam's chest (with him holding her by her ankles of course) banging her fists on her chest as you all started hooting and cheering for her.

Since you were so close to your Marui, Neteyam (who you were sure had a bruised lung at this point) got word from your father that you were allowed to stay out a little later than usual.

Lo'ak was with Tsireya somewhere, Neteyam and Kiri were riding their íkrans above the islands, which left you and Tuk collecting shells on the beach.

"This one! This one!" She says, pointing a finger at a shell that looked similar to one she picked earlier.

"You already have one that looks like that" You say, holding a bucket already half-full of shells.

"Yeah but now I have two of these, so if I lose the other one I got this one" She explained whilst dropping it in the bucket, joining the other shells.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Can't argue with that logic"

All of a sudden you hear Tuk gasp, you turn around just in time before you see her bolt into the forest. Abandoning the bucket you run after her, calling her name, firing threats at her until you reach a clearing and you realize you lost sight of her.

"Tuk!" You shout. "Dad will skin you alive!"

No response, only the breeze and the chirping of insects in the distance mocking you.

"Come out! Come on! " You say, looking behind trees and bushes, behind rocks and shrubs. "Tuktirey Te Suli Neytiri'ite this is not funny!"

"Kinda is"

Your head snaps up at the voice, but you don't turn around.

"chilly night tonight, isn't it Forest Girl?"

At that you finally turn around to see Ao'nung, leaning against a tree, sporting a devilish smirk.

You feel your hands ball up into fists, your nails creating crescent shaped dents onto your palm. "What did you do to my sister"

His eyes widen, he shows you his palms, chuckling raucously. "If my calculations are correct she might be running into your brother and my sister any minute now" He steps forward. "Listen, I asked her to lead you into the forest so that I could talk to you, alone" He states, aquamarine eyes scanning your face. "I only wanted to talk to you"

You prayed to Eywa to give you the strength to not punch the lights out of this boy. "You were in cahoots with my sister??" You practically shrieked.

"Well-" He began, trying to think of a statement that he could use to defend himself but sighed when he realized his mind was blank. "Yes, that is exactly what it is"

"I can't believe you!" You spat, narrowing your eyes into slits.

"Y/N I just wanted to say sorry, please" He begs, the fact that this was the first time he used your actual name in front of you and not some derogatory nickname did not go unnoticed by you or him.

"You fuck up, you apologise, you trick me into trusting you and then what? You fuck up again?" You wonder. "Is this a part of your golden boy routine? Get some praise for admitting to your mistakes?"

"No" He proclaimed steadfast, walking up to you again so now there were only a handful of inches in between you. "I am the son of the Olo'eyktan, I should have been treating you with more respect, I have been stupid, an-and selfish and I have let arrogance and conceit take over me"

He stops to take a breath, wetting his lips before he continued. "I want you to see that I do not want my past behavior to define me, if you will accept my apology and let me make it up to you it would mean the world to me... but if you don't, just say the word and I will never show my face to you again"

An ultimatum. You shouldn't have expected less from him. You found yourself scanning his face for any weak points, any tell tale signs that might tell you he was lying and was only doing this as a dare or if his parents promised him a grave punishment when he came home unsuccessful. You hated it when you realized he was telling the truth.

As much as you would have loved walking the shores of Awa'atlu knowing that Ao'nung would never show you his putrescent face again- you couldn't help but succumbing to his words, his promises, you were fighting with yourself, telling your other half to turn heel and sprint, sprint, and never look back but you were falling, he was using his tricks against you, letting his big blue eyes do all the work.

That was when you felt it, a little flame, bursting to life inside of you, warm, unfamiliar, questionable, lighting up the dark caverns of your chest, flooding it with an obscure sensation.

"Why did you want to talk to me all the way out here? In the forest?"

He sighs. "My father encourages me to maintain good relationships with all the Sully children, he says that it is most vital to have connections once I become chief..."

You cock your head to the side a little. "...but?"

"My mother says that I do not need to see you more than I have to"

And there it was.

"Why?" You implore.

"She thinks you're the one that is causing me to skip lessons and my training-"

"-You've been skipping lessons?" Was what left your mouth.

"Admittedly, yes, I have been skipping lessons"

"Why?"

"I didn't feel like attending them"

You gave him a genuine look of disbelief. "That's it?"

"What about you?" He evades. "I heard you have not been keeping up on appearances either"

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling all that great the past few days" you confessed, crossing your arms over your chest. "But I guess I'm feeling better now"

He nods languidly, taking in the situation. "So will you be coming tomorrow?"

You look at the ground then up at Ao'nung. "maybe"

"Good" He says with a smile, you almost wondered why it was so good to him but he squashes your assumptions when he opened his mouth again. "I might have to teach you how to swim all over again"

You flick your finger against his toned forearm, making him look at it and let out a scoff of objection. "Don't get ahead of yourself"

The silence that followed after was evident, your eyes travel up to the sky and realize that it might be around dinner time, mere seconds before your Dad starts ringing the dinner bell and all 5 of you scurry back to the pod like a bunch of sows.

"I guess I'll see you around?" You spoke up, making his head turn to you again. "I gotta go find my sister before she makes Awa'atlu falls to its knees"

"Wait" says he, making you stop. "You never answered me"

You exhaled through your mouth. "Fine you skxawng, I forgive you" you see him grin, ducking his head. "What will the nation do if you never show your face to anyone ever again?"

"I agree, pretty things should be enjoyed"

You involuntarily gagged, earning a loud chuckle from him. "Come on, you like looking at my face"

You remain quiet as he chuckles to his own joke, you roll your eyes and turn around. "Goodnight jackass"

He collects himself. "Goodnight tree hugger"

"Keep 'em coming" you taunt, hurriedly making your way out of the forest as he stays and watches you leave. Only when he was sure you were out of earshot was when he punches a fist in the air and whoops in glee.

"The ocean blessed you with a gift, brother "

Ao'nung stirred. "The Tulkun have not returned yet, and anyway no Tulkun is ever alone"

"This one was" You turn to your brother, sat across from you. "He had a- a missing fin, like a stump, on the left side"

Tsireya's expression changes. "Payakan"

"Who's Payakan?" Kiri wonders.

"A young bull who went rogue, he's outcast, alone, and has a missing fin" says Rotxo.

Tsireya turns to Lo'ak, taking his arm. "They say he is a killer"

"He killed Na'vi," Ao'nung butts in. "And other Tulkun" He says, leaning forward, his eyes meeting yours before it lands to Lo'ak. "Not here, but far, to the South" He adds.

Lo'ak shook his head, intent on proving his point. "He's not a killer"

Tsireya purses her lips beside you. "Lo'ak, you are lucky to be alive"

"I'm telling you guys, he saved my life, he's my friend!"

"My baby bro!" Neteyam crooned. "Who faced the killer Tulkun, and lived to tell about it" Lo'ak shrugged Neteyam's arm away, standing up to face all of you. "You guys aren't listening"

"Lo'ak I'm listening!"

"Lo'ak come back, you skxawng"

Neteyam runs off to follow him, Tuk dragging Tsireya and Kiri off to the ilu pen, Rotxo following them just for the sake of Kiri, leaving Ao'nung and you behind.

"And then there were two" He beamed, following you as you walked down the steps of the platform and onto the beach. You couldn't help but notice the slight bounce to Ao'nung's steps when he started walking in front of you "You were a whole lot quieter today, Forest Girl, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

You shook your head at him, biting down on a smile. "You're baiting me, no thank you"

"I am doing nothing of the sort!" He exclaims, giving you a playful frown. "You wound me, Forest Girl"

"Good, somebody's gotta keep you on your toes"

He gave you an unsatisfied hum. "Thank Eywa for you then"

"Damn right, you should be" You replied, approaching the trees that lined the beach, hearing the creaking of the branches only to see Ao'nung already 3 feet above you. "Get down from there, I don't wanna have to carry you all the way home just because you broke something"

"I think I'll risk it," He says. "That way you've got a better of view of me from up here" He begins flexing his muscles in front of you and you shot him a look of disgust, gritting your teeth to keep you from giggling. You failed.

What was happenning?

Ao'nung finally hops down, landing on the sand beside you. "We have got plenty of time to kill before eclipse, what do you suggest we do?"

You begin walking again, Ao'nung following you. "We sit and watch the water"

"Boring" He droned.

You look at him with eyes wide. "You were the one who asked"

"Clearly my mistake, I did not realize how utterly dull you are"

You stopped walking and turned to him, raising a quizzical brow. "What about you smart guy? What do you suggest we do?" You wonder.

He shrugged, a sly smirk playing at his face. "I was thinking we just go to the cave and-"

You stop him from talking by placing a finger over his mouth. "Nuh-uh, the last time we went there I practically got my ass beat because of it, I am literally an arguement away from my Dad chaining me to our Marui"

He compromised. "Fine, we could go to the other side of the island and visit the waterfalls?"

"I'm not allowed to go to the other side of the island"

"Your father won't know"

"No means no, Ao'nung" You insist.

He threads his fingers together, cracking his knuckles. "You wanna go to the diving rock? It's got a killer drop, 30 feet"

You shook your head. "No, no more swimming"

"Then I have got nothing" He confessed, placing his hands on his hips and facing the water.

"Look, you don't need to push it, bro" You tell him, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was like he took a punch to the gut. "You can go do all that stuff without me, I'll just hold you down"

"You wouldn't" He says, making your ears flick upwards. "I just wanted to..."

"Wanted what?"

His eyes meet yours, turning his body away. "It's- nevermind that now, it is stupid"

You slap his shoulder. "No it won't, tell me"

He keeps his eyes down, only meeting your gaze every now and then just to catch a glimpse of your face, how the setting sun casted a syrupy glow onto your face, how it only made him want to look at you longer. It was like an anvil had been tied to his ankles, pulling him down to the seabed, down, down, down until he finally allows it.

"I wanted you to stay a bit longer" He concedes.

"Why?" You teased. "All you gotta do is ask"

He looked unsure, hesitant but scans your face nonetheless, after a moment of standing, the setting sun a witness to Ao'nung's diffident self, he sighs. "Will you stay?" He finally asks.

You considered it, turning to the water as you felt your lips curling up into a mischeivous grin. "Fine, only because you begged" You said. "Desperation is a good look on you, you know" Ao'nung shoves you again and you stagger back cackling, letting your laughter rip.

You see him grinning too, pointing at you as you kept on laughing. "Foul play, you do not get to word it that way"

"I was telling the truth!"

"You were twisting my words" He insists, giving you a shrewd smile.

"Only a little bit" you admit, pushing your hair away from your face and sitting down on the sand

He props his leg up, placing his elbow over his knee while you sat cross legged. "I hope your father didn't reprimand you any more than what I have seen two days ago"

"No, he just gave me the silent treatment, he always does it"

"Now why would he do that?"

"He dosen't want to fight with me anymore than he already does, that's why he stays quiet"

He lets out a condescending scoff. "Dosen't look like it"

You half-shrugged. "I'm used to it, it's no big deal"

A moment of silence settles.

"Open out your hand" Ao'nung says oh so suddenly.

You turn to him, your interest piqued. "Why?"

"Just do it" He says, pointing his chin at your hand. "And look the other way"

You sighed, opening your palm and keeping your eyes away until he dropped something in the middle of your hand, something cold, something hard. You finally look down and you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips.

It was a necklace. Held together by golden twine with clay beads and pearls strung a centimeter away from the others, then, a pearlescent conch shell as big as your thumb in the very middle.

It looked amazing.

You hated it.

"I asked Tuk for the beads you managed to gather, wasn't hard, all I had to do was bribe her with some candied fruit" He surmised like it was something to be proud of.

"You've got to stop using my sister for your stunts" You say, placing the necklace against the light, your smile widening to an O as it glimmered.

He smirked, ducking his head. "She's the only Sully who truly likes me"

"That's not true" You tell the boy, waiting for him to look up to you, and when he does you continue. "Not really"

And this boy blushes.

"Hah! 14 different shades of purple!" You shout.

He dosen't say anything, only letting you make fun of him, prodding at his forearms, giggling when he averts his face.

"Are you done?" He asks after a while, failing at stifling a grin.

You shrugged, lifting your hair up to tie the necklace together. "Maybe" you laughed, patting your hair down and raising your eyebrows at him. "So, how's it look?"

"Uhh, it looks- it looks great" He responds, feeling the unfamiliar warmth blossom beneath your ribs. "Now you'll have something to draw attention away from your frightening face"

You click your tongue at him, hearing his infectious laugh and watching as he shields his face away from the beating that was about to come.

"Y/N"

The laughter stops. The both of you whirl around to see Neteyam donning his signature stony expression, you stand up straighter, distancing yourself from Ao'nung.

"Come on" says Neteyam, his gaze switching to you, then to Ao'nung, then the necklace. "Mom's calling you, she needs help with dinner"

"Can't you help her?" You can't help but wonder. That was probably too mean.

"She wasn't calling me was she?" He retorted, ice running through your veins. "And anyway, i'm not interrupting anything here, am I?"

"No" You tell him.

"Then let's go" He says, you reluctantly walk towards him, he takes your shoulder, leading you out of there as he looks at Ao'nung whose eyes followed you away a little too long for his liking.

"Ao'nung" Neteyam acknowledges.

He nods. "Neteyam" says Ao'nung.

You both arrived at the Marui, your mood souring by the second. "Explain yourself" Neteyam demands.

You spun around. "What is there to explain? you saw us, we were just talking"

"I mean if you know the way he looks at you or you're just pretending to be blind"

"What are you talking about?" You almost screeched, your eyebrows knitting.

"I don't like you hanging around him," Neteyam tells you, pointing back at the beach. "he's bad news"

You hiss at him but what came out was a groan of annoyance, walking deeper into your pod. "Just butt out of my business"

"Your business is my business!" He tells you pointing at his chest.

"That is not true"

Neteyam groans. "It's Ao'nung, Y/N" He emphasized.

"I am perfectly aware of his name" You sassed.

"He's too old for you" Neteyam insists. "He'll break your heart"

You let out an incredulous laugh, as you turned around. you couldn't believe what he was saying, what he thought was happenning. "That is not what was happenning back there, alright?"

"Why'd he give you that then??"

You don't answer him, instead you scoffed, rolling your honey color eyes. "You are way off-base"

"No," He insisted, stopping you from walking out of the Marui. "what I am is right"

You throw your hand in the air as you walked passed your oldest brother, silencing him. "Whatever, I'm done here"

"I'm still talking to you"

"Well I'm not" You yelled back, running down to the beach, your anger simmering.

In an attempt to avoid your big brother you decide to join both your sisters, Rotxo, and Tsireya to visit the Cove of the Ancestors, hastily agreeing and in a hurry to hop up on your ilu, your brother decided that he would not let you go away so easily and insists that he joined too.

"We have to be there before eclipse settles, it's better that way" Rotxo appends with a grin, before his ilu splashes him in the face, Kiri laughing at his misfortune.

And Rotxo was right. It did look better after eclipse.

The sky may have darkened into a deep prussian blue but the water hadn't, it glowed several different shades of purple, you look down and see a warped image of their spirit tree, your siblings oohing and ahhing beside you.

All of you swim downwards, Rotxo instructing you to connect your queue to one of the bright purple margins of the leaves and you do, once you had linked your queue it felt as though you were being pulled through a blinding white tunnel, until it stops, and you land on all fours like you had been thrown out of there by some disembodied force.

You look up, you were back in the lab.

Your bare feet on the cold obsidian like tiles giving you fleeting flashbacks of what it was like to be standing back here, your first home. You look down, your hands were smaller, you weren't blue anymore, you adjust your focus to your reflection on the tiles and there it was.

You were a human again.

The sound of arguing catches your attention, it was coming from a few doors down and so you stood up, feeling the weight of your bones pulling you down, the world spun you around and you grab the nearest object to steady yourself, blinking until the world stopped spinning. You slowly made your way across the lab, the familiar mess of papers, the coffee stained tables, holograms of different insects, different plants propped up, books open to pages booked marked with sticky notes, the familiar intricate yet haphazard scrawl of Norm's handwriting, how his t's had a little tail.

"I trusted you! I trusted all of you!" The voice was a woman's, loud, piercing, she was definitely angry, but about what?

"Look, listen to us, all we wanted, all I wanted was to keep her safe, I tried my best Betty, believe me"

Betty?

There was no way.

"Don't try and kiss my ass Sully, do you think I believe the shit you're tryna feed me?" She shouts, followed by a few words in some foreign language where she rolled her r's a lot. "I told you to take care of her, then I come back 8 years later because she cracked her skull open because you- you! " You heard a tussle, like she had pushed someone into a wall. "You let her out at night in this cesspool! In the pouring rain!"

"Betty, we didn't know it was going to rain, alright?"

"Shit excuse, you have trackers in their exopacks don't you?"

"We do but- but Spider and Y/N managed to bypass it without us knowing, we had a hard time locating them and when we did-"

"-My baby's been bleeding out for 20 minutes" She says as you her tired voice turn brittle. "20 minutes" She repeats.

You finally see the door at the end of the hallway, its hinges eased open letting out a ray of periwinkle light on the floor. You walk up to it, standing on your toes and you see a woman, her thick wavy locks looked more puffed up when she was angry, her hickory brown eyes practically piercing needles onto Jake's face, Jake, who was also human, who was standing on his own two feet.

"That's 20 minutes too long Sully"

"Betty, we can't count our losses in this scenario" Jake tells her. "Look, her conditions stable-"

"-Yeah her conditions stable but she's damn lucky she didn't suffer any permanent neurotrauma"

"Betty "

"You're done Jake" says your mother, prodding a finger at his chest, you watch him raise his palms and cringe. "I'm taking her back"

Jake's eyes widen. "You can't do that"

"She's my daughter"

"I raised her! " Jake snapped.

" She was never yours! " Your mother retaliated.

You feel Jake's heart rip at the seams just by the look of his face. "Betty, you can't do this" He says weakly.

"Tough luck Sully, I can"

"What if we all just take a breather-"

"-Up your ass Norm" with that the door sprang wide open and you truly see what was going on, there was Jake, there was your Mom, there was Norm, there was Max.

And they were all looking at you.

"Luz, Míja, what are you doing up??"

Who the hell was Luz?

Was that supposed to be you? The name she gave you before she died? Before Neytiri came in and gave you a new one? One that stuck so well that even Norm and Max started using it?

You don't answer, still shell-shocked from taking all of this in for the first time.

"Come on, we have to go," She says, grabbing your hand and leading you out of there.

She pulls you out of there, further out of the lab and you pass by a mirror, you see a fleeting image of yourself, you were 8 again, practically skin and bone, fresh and healed bruises everywhere, knobby knees, and sallow skin. How the hell?

"You can't take her away!" Jake yelled. "Please, Betty! you're not thinking this through! Please! " The desperation in his voice was evident, it almost tugged at your heartstrings before you remembered how he treated you, how he snapped at you and yelled at you, restricted you, and berated you.

She keeps pulling you, pulling you out of the lab, your eyes widen as you remember you didn't have an exopack, nothing happens, you didn't choke on the spot, you see the Sully kids the way you remembered them that night- scared, shaken, dejected, calling out your name as you were pulled away by your mother, Neytiri holding all of them back.

You turn to Betty Chacon and the woman she was, your mother, the one who birthed you, and gave you life.

You couldn't believe she was here. You gripped around her hand tightly, following her into the forest where you walked through the trees. Until you hit a branch and your vision turns black.

Your eyes snapped open, realizing you had been pulled out of your encounter with your mother, at first you were angry, it was too short, you wanted her back, until you realize the spirit tree blinked like a lightbulb going haywire, you see your sister convulsing beside you. Anxiety floods your nerves as you jolt her awake, realizing you needed to pull her braid out but when you did it felt like your whole body was on fire.

TRIGGER WARNING !

Fire.

You open your eyes again and you see fire festering all around you.

You see blurry, fleeting images of Quaritch, you hear guttural screams, shrill screams, knife tearing through flesh, splattering, it was blood splattering on the stones. You blinked hard and see your family all lined up in front of you, impaled by sticks, you could hear blood splattering on the floor like you had just hung the washing and not wringing it dry, you run to help them, making a beeline towards Neteyam who was in front of you, but you screamed, realizing he had no face, like somebody has ripped it off his head.

"You're next" And it was Quaritch who was standing behind you, throwing Neteyam's face onto the rock like a slab of wet cloth, right beside the others, whose expressions of terror were imprinted on their faces forever.

END !

You feel your world jolt, when in reality it had been Rotxo shaking you out of your reverie, asking if you were okay or not answer you didn't think of answering back, only swimming up to the surface because you remembered your sister shaking violently.

You and Rotxo resurface to see Neteyam giving Kiri CPR atop his ilu, she gasps, and the next thing you knew Neteyam zooms out of there, Tsireya calling for Tuk to ride with her, leaving you with Rotxo who places a hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N! Y/N are you alright???" He practically demands, his wide eyes full of worry.

You blinked, almost having to untie your mouth open to speak. "We need to go back, my- Kiri- she's-"

"And we will," Rotxo assures you. "Hinewai is here already, see? Do you need a moment?"

You shook your head, propping yourself up on Hinewai's back. "No"

You and Rotxo speed through the waters to make it back to the village where you see throngs of village gathering around the beach, seeing your sister being transferred onto a bamboo gurney, hearing your mother's inconsolable wails wracking her body as Jake held her in his arms, barking orders left and right, Neteyam making sure they were being carried out, Tuk was sobbing, Tsireya stood close by in order to calm her, you couldn't find Lo'ak anywhere, there were too. much. people.

Your chest tightens again.

#ao'nung x fem!reader #metkayina #omatikaya #jake sully #neytiri #ao'nung fic #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x you #tsireya #neteyam #spider #lo'ak #kiri #tuk #rotxo #atwow ao'nung #atwow #avatar the way of water #sold out of love ao'nung

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Back To You - Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Summary - Your past lover, Steve, finds you in The Upside Down

Warnings - Graphic depictions of blood and gore / Strong language / Partial nudity / Use of Y/N

Word Count - 4.5k

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Lightning pulsed in crimson forks through the charcoal sky, thunder stalking behind as a foreboding drum-roll. Its booms commanded the skies into a perpetual night of calamity. The storm echoed the chaos inside your head. Your neurological network was clouded by an immense surge of panic that caused your inner wires to short circuit. There was a heavy haze shrouding your prudence, you might as well have been brainless. Your manoeuvres were disoriented as you gracelessly stumbled between a squadron of wilting trees. Desperate to create a firmer pace of traction, your calves burned as your bare feet pounded into the ground. Kicking up withered leaves, you avoided thick tendrils of roots that infected the forest floor. Sticks and stones prodded and poked at the aching soles of your feet as you ran. You didn't know what they were; birds, bats? Whatever they were, they had been after you. Soaring high against the clouds, shrilling at the top of their lungs like they were mocking you, warning you that they knew you were here.

Your breath clouded in front of you, every inhale a gasp of terror. You had been running for what felt like hours. Those desiccated bats had been teasing you, every time you had thought you were safe, they'd appear again out of know where and screech their little laugh. It didn't help that you only stayed in a close vicinity of Lover's Lake, in hopes that Alex (your boyfriend), or the police would follow you down to save you. Despite having never been in this nightmarish world before, you knew exactly where you were. It was the dapple of woods that separated Cornwallis and Garrett. You had come here so often with your ex-boyfriend, Steve, that you could probably navigate it with your eyes closed. You were going to Skull Rock. It was the only place close enough to Lover's Lake that you felt safe. You had spent so many afternoons there, skipping school with Steve to just make out and talk trash about the teachers that you hated. What was once so lush with vegetation and sunshine, was now dead and shrivelled; an unfortunate reflection of your relationship.

There was another screech from above you and you clambered under the boulders of Skull Rock, dirt getting on your bare knees, but you couldn't care less. You closed your eyes in a childish prey that if you couldn't see them, then they couldn't see you. You brought your knees to your chest. Perhaps if you curled in on yourself tight enough, you'd suffocate. That would be a better way to go out than being torn apart by those bats. They were hovering above you dangerously close now, you could hear their wings battering the wind as they flew nearer and nearer.

Until it stopped.

The thunder still continued to roll, but the bats shrieks grew fainter. They were flying away, but why? You held a shaking hand to your chest in an attempt to control your breathing, and silently thanked whatever it was that had distracted those evil creatures.

As the adrenaline dissipated from you, you began to shiver. Only now that you were finally safe did it occur to you that you had been trapped in here in only your underwear. You had reluctantly gone for an early afternoon swim at Lover's Lake with your boyfriend Alex, despite warning him that a Hawkins High student had been found dead the evening before. You had heard about it from a friend who was dating Patrick McKinney's older brother, but Alex didn't believe it because there hadn't been anything said about it on the news. And now, here you were, probably as good as dead; cold and practically naked, with no way back home. Your eyes welled at the thought. The silence of the forest made the thoughts in your head feel like there was a drill bouncing around in your skull. You had been here for hours and there were no signs of anyone coming for you. You were going to be down here forever. You'd freeze to death, or starve to death, or even cry yourself to death. And that was if those bats didn't shred you to pieces first. You let out a sob. You had wasted your life away worrying about popularity, spending time with people who weren't really your friends, and frittering away the last two years of your life with someone you didn't even love, all while pinning over your ex-boyfriend who didn't even love you anymore.

A twig snapped.

You held your breath.

The bats had come back for you, just as they had for the last few hours. How stupid could you be to believe you were actually safe from them? They must have lured you into a false sense of security so you were easier to catch. Or maybe they were doing it on purpose to rev you up, to get your heart pounding. Perhaps the more scared you were, the better you tasted.

Snap!

They were drawing nearer. You could hear every leaf crunching beneath their keen talons. You covered your eyes, curling into yourself once again, praying that it would be over quickly.

They were right beside you now.

Getting closer and closer until--

"Y/N?"

Your head snapped up. There were no bats. You weren't going to die. Someone had come for you, but it wasn't exactly who you thought it would be.

"Steve?!" You ran to him, forcing him into a tight embrace. He may have been your ex-boyfriend but at this moment he was your hero. He was your saviour, preserving your life for another day.

You and Steve started dating in your final year at middle school, and for the three years that you were together, you thought that he would be your forever. Perhaps it was your own fault for being so naïve. Your fantasies would manifest as a glamorous wedding. You would wear the most elegant dress, Steve would cry when he saw you walk down the aisle, and you would have a gorgeous wedding ring. Then he would take you to Hawaii for your honeymoon and when you would return home, you would find out you were pregnant. Twins - you would wish for two boys, where as Steve would argue for a boy and a girl; the best of both worlds. Until he found someone more exciting, you guessed. You noticed he had started acting different when you got to high school, when he started hanging out with Tommy and Carol.

When he started sharing classes with Nancy Wheeler.

But she was beautiful and smart and kind. Who wouldn't get butterflies from her? While Steve was still at your every beck and call, he still spent an awful lot of time with Nancy. You thought that maybe it was because she was more of a challenge. She didn't want Steve, not in the beginning anyway. But Steve liked that she played hard to get. You had just fell into his arms the second he said hello to you. You were so eager that he didn't have to try at all.

Just the same as everyone else.

But not Nancy.

Little did you know, however, that Steve had regretted leaving you the second he did. The thing was, Steve was absolutely and utterly in love with you.

And that terrified him.

Love can often be unbalanced. Maybe Steve loved you more than you loved him, maybe it was the other way around. But Steve was teetering so far off the edge that he could see how big the drop was. And he was scared of the fall. He was so scared in fact, that he forced his eyes shut, just so he couldn't see the bottom.

But that was exactly where you were.

You were waiting for him to fall, ready to catch him and to tell him that there was nothing to be afraid of. But he had built a safety net. And in this safety net, he had managed to catch someone else. Steve had played it safe and left you hanging around, twiddling your thumbs as you watched Nancy fall into his arms.

For him, it was easier with Nancy. His feelings weren't so intense, there was no disconcerting urge to withdraw, and there was no compulsion to build up his walls when he looked into her eyes. He felt more at ease, and that was something that he had craved with you. So he set his heart on Nancy. She was just so straight forward. But just because she was the easier path, it doesn't mean she was the right path.

To Steve, it just wasn't the same without you. And when Nancy had finally said yes to him, things felt different. He enjoyed the chase, but now that he had caught her, he didn't know what to do. But he had been keening after her for so long, it would be a waste to not follow through with it. Steve realised quickly that he and Nancy were very different. She wanted to be a successful journalist, and he wanted her to be his little house wife. She was too independent. Steve liked the idea that someone needed to rely on him, it made him feel needed and it gave him a sort of purpose. But Nancy would do just fine without him, better even.

Because she wasn't you.

He pulled back from you, raking over you to make sure you were okay. "What are you doing here? Where the hell are your clothes?"

It came out as a complete word vomit. You were practically sobbing your words out, shuddering gasps with every inhale as word after word spewed out of you mouth. "I was on a date with Alex Murphy at Lover's Lake. He'd had it planned for weeks before spring break, and he was really excited to go, but I told him we couldn't go because Patrick had just been found dead there. He told me that if I didn't go, I didn't love him. So we went and we were swimming and something grabbed my foot and started pulling me down. I didn't know what it was and I couldn't breathe, and then I was just here and those freaky bat things were chasing me. And I'm scared, and I don't know how to get back."

He carefully gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "Hey, calm down. You're going to be fine, okay. I'm gonna get you out of here," he stared deep into your eyes, "I promise."

You breathed in relief, nodding your head with complete faith in him. Steve had always known how to calm you down. He was good like that, always noticing the little things that could make a big difference. You looked back into his eyes - the colour of cherry cola, just like he used to drink when he took you to the movies. And just like that, as you were staring into his eyes, it was like you had gone back in time. Back to when you were together and nothing else mattered but that. Back to when times were simpler and he still loved you. And for a split second, the look in his eyes told you he still did. And boy did your heart swell.

Someone cleared their throat.

You noticed Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, and Eddie Munson awkwardly standing behind him. It was Nancy, the girl who Steve had left you for, who had cleared her throat, crossing her arms in impatience. Robin gave you an awkward wiggle of her fingers as a wave hello, and Eddie was stiff and red faced as his eyes darted anywhere that wasn't your half naked body.

Your heart dropped and you took a few step back, grabbing Steve's arm and protectively pulling him closer to you. "What are you guys doing with him? He killed Chrissy!"

"Whoa Whoa whoawhoawhoa, hold on, Y/N its okay." He gently pulled himself away from your grip to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "He didn't kill Chrissy, it was Vencman."

"Who?"

"No, it's Vec-na." Robin corrected. "He's this freaky dark wizard dude that's been killing people to open up gates to The Upside Down - to here."

Your mind was racing as fast as your heart. You slumped slightly in perturbation, unconsciously leaning on Steve in the process. He didn't seem to mind, he really didn't mind, in fact. He leaned into you as well, pressing his chest to your back, and revelling in the feeling of your bare skin pressed together. You were glad he didn't move back. You thought you might flake out if he wasn't holding you up.

The people around you, people who you knew and went to school with, were being murdered by an evil wizard who was trying to open up gates to another dimension? There was a pain in your chest when you thought about Chrissy. You were on the cheerleading team together and often hung out. You never really hung out as just the two of you, it was more so you were friends with each other's friends. But that didn't make you any less sad. From thinking about Chrissy, you remembered Jason, and then Patrick. And how someone had said Patrick was found dead at Lovers Lake. This Vecna guy must have killed Patrick, opened a gate, and you must have fallen through. You felt a wave of sickness at the thought that you had swam where someone had died.

"And this Vecna guy, he killed Patrick?" Your voice wobbled as you asked for confirmation.

You saw Eddie's eyes fall as he rubbed his arms. He seemed to have flinched when you mentioned it, and you wondered if he knew something about it. Maybe he was there? You made a quick note not to mention it again. You didn't know Eddie very well, not as well as Robin, who you had worked with at Scoops Ahoy before Steve came along, and you had quit before you could work together. But Eddie was always nice to you, despite you being with the "Popular" crowd and being a cheerleader. You questioned why you ever thought he would kill Chrissy in the first place, and you felt shame for even thinking that.

"Yeah, that's how he opened water gate. That's how we got down here." Robin clarified and your heart sank.

You wanted to pinch yourself to wake up from this crazy dream you were having. Only, it wasn't a dream, despite how badly you wished it was. You whispered a 'shit' in acknowledgment.

"You believe us?" Nancy asked, surprised that you had conformed to their explanation so quickly.

"After today, I think I'd believe just about anything."

Your heart jolted. There was another echoing rumble again, that caused you to grip Steve's hand tightly. The others didn't seem to be as fazed by it, like they were used to all of this creepy, mess up stuff. You felt Steve lean over you, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and concern. You released a breath when you realised it was only thunder and quickly removed your hand from Steve's. Heat rose to your cheeks and an itchy sweat broke out across your shoulders as you turned away bashfully. You didn't miss the look on Nancy's face when it happened.

"So this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?" Eddie called out, keeping his eyes on the flashing red sky.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Steve grunted from beside you, leaning himself of one of the large boulders of Skull Rock. It was only then that you noticed the blood.

And a lot of it.

Chunks of flesh had been torn from his torso, like something had been hacking away at him with it's claws and teeth. It looked so gnarled and painful that it caused your body to tingle. The skin around it burned red and the exposed muscle was practically throbbing.

"Holy shit! Steve, your bleeding. Did those bat things get you?"

He slowly slid down the wall of the rock, nodding his head with his eyes clenched shut. "Yeah, but I'm alright."

"No you're not. You're losing a lot of blood." Nancy rushed to his side, pushing you out of the way and making you stumble into Robin, who grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

Nancy immediately got to work on ripping her shirt to make a makeshift bandage. You were practically paralyzed as you watched, loathing how helpless you felt. In your ideal world, it would be you helping him, wrapping your arms around his perfectly toned waist with your faces inches away from each other. But then again, in your ideal world you wouldn't be stuck in this god forbidden place.

"So if this place it still Hawkins, everything should still be here right?" You asked desperately trying to distract yourself from their closeness. You rubbed your arms guardedly, not missing the way Nancy stared deeply into Steve's eyes for a second too long to your liking when she finished tying the Bandage.

"So theoretically, we could go the the police station and steal guns and grenades, and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate." Robin aptly declared.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. "Wait, so those freaky bat things are guarding the only way to get out of here?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Nancy sighed. "But we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom."

Your eyebrows raised in awe. Nancy Wheeler was nothing like how you expected her to be. There was a pang in your heart when you realised you were starting to see maybe why Steve left you for her.

"You, Nancy Wheeler have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie seemed just as surprised as you were.

"A Russian Makarov and a revolver."

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one." Steve joked, coming to stand beside her.

"You almost deserved it." Her tone lowered and rasped ever so slightly. Her sultry tone made you want to smack that smirk off of her face.

Your stomach churned with resentment, you were surprised you hadn't started turning green. But what were you jealous about? You and Steve had ended things almost three years ago. You thought you had moved on, but seeing him again, and being this close to him had caused all of your feelings to rush back once more. You realised now that you had probably never stopped loving him. It was him who had ended things after all, not you.

There was a nudge to your arm. You had been so wrapped up in Steve and Nancy that you hadn't heard Eddie come up beside you.

"Y'okay?" He whispered.

You nodded with a tight lipped smile, trying to mask the envied look on your face. He opened his mouth to speak, when the sky rumbled again. Only this time it rumbled with such vigour that it caused the earth to tremble. All five of you began to stumble and fall as the ground became unstable beneath you. Robin immediately dropped to the floor as you and Eddie grabbed a hold of each other to anchor one other down, but you ultimately fell to the ground when another quake rattled. You held onto each other so tightly in fear that the earth would split open and swallow you whole. Nancy had the same idea as you, gripping onto Steve like her life depended on it as they both tumbled into skull rock. If you weren't fearing for your life, you would have been furious. However, You prayed that the shake wasn't strong enough to destabilise the large boulder, and they wouldn't get crushed beneath it.

The earthquake felt as though it lasted so much longer than it actually had. The tremors slowly faded and the world went back to normal, as though nothing had even happened. Everyone sat back up, breathing heavy in shock. You and Eddie leaned up on your elbows, his arm was still protectively wrapped around you. You noticed Steve looking over at the two of you, and he moved himself away from Nancy, hoping you would copy his actions.

"So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me." Eddie's voice broke and his eyes glazed over.

"Yeah, me too." Robin agrees, standing to her feet.

Eddie pulled away from you, redness flushing on his cheeks when he realised his arms had been around your naked torso. You wondered if this was the first time he had even touched a girl, but you mentally shook the thought from your head. You had more pressing things to worry about. Like going to Nancy Wheelers house to get guns to take on a dark wizard. What had your life come to?

Eddie offered you a hand and pulled you up to your feet, brushing off dead leaves from your arms and hair. You mumbled a 'thanks', trying your best not to smile when you saw Steve's eyes staring holes into Eddie. Now he knows how it feels.

Eddie must have felt his stare because he quickly turned to him and gave him a knowing look. He turned back to you, giving you a quick smile before shrugging off his jacket. Clumsily, he pulled his denim vest from the sleeves of his leather jacket and chucked it at Steve, claiming it was 'for [his] modesty, dude'. He then gently placed his black jacket over your shoulders and you graciously pulled your arms into its warm sleeves. It was big enough to cover your backside, falling at the top of your thighs. It was only when he had started walking away, did you notice that Nancy and Robin were already way ahead. Eddie jogged up to Steve, who was a little further behind, leaving you to walk on your own.

You stared ahead of you, watching how Steve and Eddie walked together. You knew they were talking, but you were too far to hear what they were saying. However, you suspected that they were talking about you, because of how often the two of them would take turns to look behind them. You almost froze when you saw Steve slow down and Eddie walk on ahead, looking between you with a smirk growing on his lips. Quickly, you averted your gaze and looked upwards at a particularly interesting-looking branch, pretending as though you hadn't seen anything. As you got closer, your eyes diverted lower and lower, until you finally looked at Steve, who was patiently waiting for you with a fond smile. You finally caught up with him, the two of you walking side by side in an awkward silence. His arm brushed against yours as he moved closer.

He cleared his throat. "So, you're in love with Alex Murphy?"

"Huh?" You almost stopped in your steps. That was probably the last thing you expected he would have said. "I never said that."

"You said he told you you didn't love him if you didn't go swimming" He pointed out, turning his body so he was facing you.

"I don't love him per se. I guess I just loved ... not being alone." You took a breath before bravely saying, "I missed having someone to protect me."

He opens his mouth to say something. "Anyway, I thought Alex might have been with you guys, like maybe he told the police or something" You interrupted him, immediately regretting what you said when you saw the abashed look on his face.

"Y/N," Steve hesitated, "He hasn't even reported it."

Your legs halted abruptly, "What?" Your voice was a whisper of betrayal.

"No one even knew you were missing."

Your eyes watered and your nose felt hot. You clenched the long sleeves of Eddie's jacket in your palms. "That piece of shit! He probably just wanted to cover his own back, so they don't suspect he's doing the killings. God, I should've known, he didn't even come in after me."

Steve stayed silent. He looked at you as if he was apologising. Apologising for something he didn't even do. You had to look away from him. At this point, it physically hurt that he wasn't yours anymore. There was a wound in your heart in the perfect shape of Steve. A wound that was longing for his passionate touch to heal and vanish.

You could feel him eyeing you up. Your body tingled as he raked his eyes over your body. He started at your legs, trailing them up to where your backside was covered by Eddie's jacket. He lingered a little longer than he probably should have on your chest, which peaked out from where the jacket wasn't closed properly. They travelled up the soft skin of your neck to the round shape of your lips.

He took his hand in yours. "You know, I'd never do anything like that to you. You know that right?" He said it like he was proposing something.

"I know."

He stepped towards you, placing a finger under your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his. You took a deep breath, relishing in his gentle caress. Your chests were almost pressed together and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was a warmth that resonated deep within your soul. You felt so strongly that your souls had been born from the same flame. You were able to bathe one another in warmth and light as easily as you breathe. There was an aching hunger to crush him into you, for the collision to ignite the flames once again.

"I was thinking maybe, after all of this is over, you'd maybe wanna try again?" He's so close to you now, you could feel his breath on your cheek.

You had to stop yourself from gasping aloud. You thought your heart could burst from happiness. You beamed at his, and he chuckled lightly at your reaction. His smile was beautiful. He was so hypnotising, drawing you in as he caressed your cheek. You did nothing but nod, opening your mouth ever so slightly as he brushed his thumb along your soft bottom lip. He was even closer now. He towered over you with your noses nudging, inhaling one another. Your hand pressed to his chest, giving you leverage to lean closer. You reached on your tiptoes, preparing for your lips to meet his.

But he moved.

His lips rested on the corner of your mouth, before trailing them down. They gently pressed to your neck, causing goose bumps to rise on your skin. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes." It was a breathless whisper.

"Good girl." He breathed into your ear.

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Even after all of these years he still new how to work you like a well-oiled machine. You gripped onto Eddie's denim vest he was wearing, trying to pull him impossibly closer. You yearned for his lips on yours again, to drink him in after years of dehydration.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pulled away, giving you a smirk before walking ahead and leaving you trailing behind with your thoughts.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #joe keery #stranger things

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zelda-photography · 1 year

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Tears of the Kingdom February Trailer Analysis

By which I mean basically me just pointing at pictures and going 'whoa that's cool'. I've tried to avoid other people's opinions and such, which either means I'll have cool original ideas or just saying what other people have already said. Only one way to find out!

Alright, so start with we have the itty bitty green thing, which I think is going to be a 'shrine' in totk.

New flying enemy, can we get a hell yeah! Weird dragon guys! We've only seen these guys, though, so I'm hoping there's more flying enemies they're just keeping a little closer to the chest?

The big old pillars, I think I've heard some people go 'wow, towers'! I think that is hardly an original thought - but also one that I agree with! Obviously they're not, like, the same towers from BotW - I feel like their shape is a little too wonky. I think it'd freshen it up if they're, like, mini gauntlets to get to the top? Or you can just fly in like usual. It's at least change it up a bit. There's also more of the big murals, which I still don't know what to make of them.

Underground! The red malice-y ness to the lizalphos is pariculrly interesting. This all but confirms to me that there is going to be an in depth underground portion to the place. The yellow thing I find really interesting. Maybe the underground version of a tower, to let you go up and down?

Dragon???? On my Hyrule Bridge??? Okay, I did see someone call this Gleeok, and damn do I hope it is because that would be cool! You can sort of make out three distinct flames that would come from the three heads.

Another of the green spiral things. They could be ways to get to and from the sky, but I still think they are shrines, considering it's located in Hateno Village, like another shrine used to be.

And a blood moon! I personally think most of the scenes of the monsters in the next little bit are, like, the stock blood moon cutscene.

I find this one fascinating! The set up of the video makes you think it's something being hit by the blood moon, but I'm not so sure it is? Unless it's like the blood moon infecting something? You can kind of make out a form inside of it, at least I think so? It sort of had guardian-like arms? Or maybe a monk? Those have skeletal arms. Or it could just be a stock enemy getting stronger.

At least Zelda's room is still standing, though I'm surprised that Hyrule Castle doesn't seem to be in any better shape than it was before.

This is my 'stock blood moon' evidence, it has the same tilt as that cutscene did in BotW

The skeletal guy to the right is very interesting. As far as I can tell, you can only see them here. Are they supposed to be a normal stalfos?

I really like that you can see Hyrule Castle floating here, and it's like, barely off the ground. Like, that's well within a Revali's Gale away, Ganondorf really couldn't have shot it further up into the sky??

I find this thing very interesting! Maybe Robbie or Purah's doing? Or it could be a third person - in BotW I was convinced there was a third lab based off of what one of them said, but alas there was not.

At first I thought link was standing on a guardian's tummy, but no that's definitely one of the warp points. Despite the guardian arms reaching for you, this makes me think of the Great Fairy upgrade cutscenes, so maybe it's Link getting something upgraded?

This is a good picture of the Big Bokoblin, but also of the bokoblins with their new weird horns. I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed that there's a wide array of strange horns on the monsters, and I'm not sure what they mean. I really hope they're not just cosmetic but mean something, like the region you're in or an ability the enemy has.

The stick on the Hinox head is weird, but you're also underground again. I also, of course, noticed the green orb around his neck. It could be like, trial or mission specific, but I personally think maybe you need to collect the green energy to recharge your arm or your vehicles (seen later).

This is a minor detail, but there's, like, this rock right in front of Hyrule Castle in this pic (it's kind of hard to see) but I don't think there's any big rocks like that in Hyrule Field usually? So hey, maybe there are some changes to the layout.

Flying Enemy carrying a Bokoblin! Nothing much to say about that other than neat!

In this pic, it makes it look like the different horns the enemies have are dependent on their rank, considering the red moblins have the same head thing while the blue is distinct. However, like I said, that'd disappoint me.

Robolox, the enemy! I like the touches of orange on them, not just green, it's refreshing. Seems to be powered by green energy like the sky enemy from a previous trailer. Are these common enemies or more like tests of strength?

Sorry fans who were hoping for a rehydrated Ganondorf, no such luck :( I will say, if Ganondorf ends up just being an evil villian who is evil, I'm going to be a little disappointed.

Oh no, he's falling! :(

A good view of the islands; I'm really hoping there's a lot more that we just can't see. That was the vibes I got from previous trailers, but there's a lot less of the sky islands this time. Hopefully they're just trying not to spoil them too bad.

Another good view of Hyrule, this time with one of the murals but not lit up. There's also some kind of tower to the left. Not sure what that's about but hey, there it is.

Interesting new arrow. A honing arrow? A bomb arrow? A rock?

More shield surfing! Hell fucking yes! Also weird red ore, wonder what that's about. I'm totally up for ways to make getting around Eldin Volcano better.

When i saw this I shouted 'NO GYRO PUZZLES!' Which, it may not be, it probably isn't it, it better not be!

New weapon! Cool green canon weapon! Also back underground, write that down. Wonder how this weapon works, but I love beefy weapons.

This is clearly the entity we saw in the last trainer, or at least someone who is like, an emissary of the entity. So a previous Zelda, maybe?

#loz #legend of zelda #totk #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #mod speaks #to be continued in reblog

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hajimehinata · 9 months

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gone fishing

day 9 : wound ( from @adfaugust )

this isn’t the war they were promised, not even close. no safety in trenches, no bombs deployed from the air, far away from any damage. instead, they’re thick in the jungle, getting their heads blown off by traps, assailants nowhere to be seen. paul didn’t even want to be here, fought the draft to the last second, and now here he is, clutching a rifle and feeling sick to his stomach. wishes, not for the first time, that he’s just one of the ladies in the sick bay. sure, the injuries are horrible, but it’s better than being out here.

he’s playing nurse right now, surprised by his own strength as he starts lugging bear to the bushes, rifle swung dangerously over his back, where he can’t take it out if someone attacked. he needs his arms, anyway; bear’s in no shape to walk. he’s losing blood fast, a bullet in the side. and when paul pulls up his shirt to check, there isn’t an exit wound. considers, stupidly, if he could just pluck it out with his fingers, but he knows that’ll be worse, that he’s gonna give bear an infection. which he’s sure the poor guy already has, or maybe he’s just delirious from the pain.

“paul,” bear coughs, and he shows his teeth in a smile that’s gnarly, but not in a good way. it still seizes paul like his hand’s got a heart in its vice grip, and the sight of him must do something for the guy, since that grin only gets wider. “at home, in the barn… we got this kayak.”

bear’s got a tone in his voice that tells paul he’s on some long-winded story. he debates telling bear to save his strength, but there’s a real chance he’ll die out here before paul can get him help, so he lets it go. “yeah? what … what kayak?”

“beautiful — ” and bear cuts himself off with a series of coughs, blood coming up on his shirt in a way that makes paul feel faint — “beautiful boat. some men like their fancy cars and impressing women with ‘em. like their… their speedboats. but there ain’t no better joy than being the engine to your own vehicle.” still smiling broadly, bear claps a hand over paul’s. “i’ll take you out one day. once the war’s over. once the fish come back.”

“you’ll get there,” paul promises, shirt off so he can use it as a bandage, ripped all the way around and then some so he can get it wrapped. bear’s always been a big guy, hence the nickname, but he’s stronger than anyone else paul’s ever known. a little rough around the edges, and dante never liked him, but paul’s never liked dante much either. at least, he don’t got a lot of faith in the guy. paul didn’t know much about bear before getting drafted, where bear was already on his last few years. seemed like, if all went well, paul’d get out of this place four months before bear’s time was up. he signed up, twice — but he’s still in the trenches like all the other draftees. makes paul wonder if there was ever much of a choice. but bear sticks up for the little guy, and he prays with whoever needs it. lotta guys here are turning to faith. hard not to when people’s legs and arms are getting blasted off, when they go flying. and bear always matches paul drink for drink, indulges him when they get too drunk to keep pretending there ain’t an issue with what they’re doing.

he remembers now, suddenly, how many times bear has clapped him on the shoulder and told him he’s a good man. asked him earnestly if he’d make sure sharon’s cared for if he don’t make it back. paul has to wonder if bear knows. if he knows what feelings paul’s had for his girl. what feelings he used to have about bear — jealous and envious and hateful and awed all at once. similar, he guesses, to how he feels about his cousin.

bear squeezes paul’s hand. “we’ll get there.” paul’s always wondered why bear talks like he’s older than he is, like he’s on his deathbed. it makes it all the more chilling, knowing this is just a normal conversation, that bear could be anything, could be drinking or taking a swim or laughing by the fire, but instead, he’s dying and he talks the same.

paul flags down a tank and a couple of guys work to hoist bear up onto it, planning to take him out to where the copter can pick him up, take him to a hospital. can barely bring himself to let go of bear’s hand. “just take it easy, buddy. don’t you dare die on me.”

the guy only laughs, soft and self-loathing. “take care of sharon for me. take care of her.”

and when paul sees joyce with the bottle of alcohol, his lips twitch. gaze drifting to the woman bleeding out on the couch. and when he’s asked how she’s doing, he says, hard to say. i’ve seen it go a lot of different ways. cause it’s true. what’s also true is that a lot of those guys that made it still strung themselves up in the end, or took a bullet to their skull, or drowned themselves in drink. sure, the physical wound mended up, no infections, but what they suffered up there? in their minds? it ain’t as easy as getting an operation done.

see, paul and bear both made it out of vietnam. but they never went fishing on that kayak.

#as dusk falls #paul hayes #bear holt #sharon holt #adfaugust2023 #pan writes #ive always been really fascinated by bear's and paul's dynamic esp since theyre both war vets that have clear ptsd and also served together #but i also really love thinking about what bear must have been like when he was young #since joyce compares dale to bear and even bear himself compares dale to him #so it's clear there IS a parallel there. so i love writing those parallels in #since it's not really ... i guess IMMEDIATELY obvious in the game itself?#also yes there is a kayak in the barn. idk why there is one but it's there so this fic kind of hinges on #the kayak + the parallel to dale's lines when he's about to get shot by the sniper #you know the ones. goddamn i can't wait to be on a beach somewhere ...#eating tamales ... drinking tequila ...#and im like paul if you were there you'd be SCREAM SOBBING 'you'll get there'#anyway this is just a quick and dirty little thing for bear x paul

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xxcatzladyxx · 10 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Hello everyone! ^^

Here is the first oneshot from my oneshot collection of Demon Slayer. The first is with Kyojuro, our beloved Pillar of Flame. Have a good read!

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You help Shinobu out in her butterfly mansion with her injured and wounded patients. You are not a demon hunter. You see yourself as too weak for that, and you are also of the opinion that you would not be able to cope with it nervously. Cut off the demons' heads. Just thinking about it makes you feel sick to your stomach. No! You'd rather help those who were attacked by demons and got away alive.

At the moment, you are putting away medicines in the designated cabinet when you hear Shinobu's voice.

"Kyōjurō, my dear, what brings you to me?"

"Shinobu, I got hit by a demon on my last mission. The injury is not really bad," a laugh sounds.

When you hear HIS voice, everything falls out of your hand. The individual vials land on the floor with a popping sound. The individual splinters fly in all possible directions. The liquid they contain spreads out on the tiles and mixes. You stare at your mishap and at the door. Hopefully no one noticed! Just as you're about to grab a cloth, you hear your name being called.

Startled, you remain standing in your position. You don't move a finger anymore. Your breath speeds up to double and sweat begins to form on your skin.

"[Y/N], are you all right, my dear?" the black and purple haired girl asks after you.

You swallow. Not knowing what to do, let alone what to say. You don't have much time. You notice how steps seem to be coming towards you. Almost in panic, you look back and forth. What are they doing? Before the door can burst open, you pull a slightly larger splinter into your hand and enclose it tightly in your palm. The glass cuts into your palm, sending a fine line of blood flowing down your wrist. You pinch your eyes shut briefly at the pain.

"My dear, what happened?", Shinobu asks you with a smile, closing her eyes.

Unnoticed, you drop the shard back to your comrades and look down at your hand. You are about to speak when Kyōjurō appears behind Shinobu. The blush immediately shoots up your face and you obviously get hot. This is going to be embarrassing!

"I-I..Um..I..Uh..A vial had cracked and a piece of shrapnel was sticking out and I cut myself. In shock, I dropped the rest of the vials on the floor..I'm sorry, Shinobu!"

You lower your gaze to the ground. Like a small child who is afraid that his parents would scold him savagely. And because you didn't want to see the reaction from the column of flame. He must think you're incredibly scatterbrained and incompetent. You can't even do an easy task, like putting medicines in their place, without making mistakes.

"Oh, my dear, there's nothing wrong with that. It can happen to anyone. The main thing is that nothing serious has happened to you," the young woman smiled.

"Yes.", you say meekly.

"Show me your hand."

Shinobu takes your hand in hers and takes a look at your self-inflicted injury.

"Hmm, the splinter doesn't seem to be in your hand anymore, but we should still treat the injury so it doesn't get infected. Right, my dear?"

You can only nod and let her drag you into a treatment room, closely followed by the other column. On the way there, you look at Kyōjurō. He notices your gaze and looks into your eyes as well. His smile widens. Ashamed, you look ahead again. The young man laughs softly.

Shinobu pushes you onto a chair, placing HIM right next to you, much to your displeasure. Don't misunderstand. You like him, very much. But in this scenario, it's too much for you. You want him to hold your hand so you can't pull your hand away if the worst happens. Order from the nice lady Shinobu, who is actually your best friend, but is more of a sadist to you at the moment. She knows, to your feelings for the other demon hunter. What kind of friend would she be if she didn't.

You come out of your thoughts as Kyōjurō holds your hand in his. He is still grinning like a honey-cake horse in front of him. You relax again and focus on his hand. You feel it to be very warm and unexpectedly gentle. You thought his hands would be rather rough due to his many fights against demons. But the opposite is true.

"H-how is your little brother?" you ask quietly, noticing that Shinobu is not in the room right now.

His grin widens instantly.

"Senjuro is doing very well, thank you for asking.", he laughs out loud.

He is happy that you ask about his little brother. You've only seen him once or twice so far, but you immediately fell in love with him. The little sunshine is like his big brother, only a little shy. But all the more lovable.

"I'm glad. I haven't met him much, but I miss him."

Kyōjurō stares into your eyes. An idea flashes in his mind.

"I wanted to visit him again sometime soon. Would you like to accompany me. I'm sure he'd be delighted."

Your face immediately turns red again. How can he ask you such a question? Of course, you would love to accompany him, but whether you would survive that is completely different. You are so strongly in love with the pillar of flame that every second you spend with him makes your heart beat unbearably fast. You wonder why he hasn't noticed yet.

It is now evening, your hand has been treated and Rengoku's injuries have also been treated. You are currently sitting in the garden watching the sunset. Silently, you sit next to Kyōjurō and stare at the sky.

He, meanwhile, lets his gaze drift to you. The light wind blows your hair back shallowly and your eyes seem to sparkle quite a bit in the setting sunlight. His grin widens again and turns into a laugh.

Confused, you look to the person next to you. He continues to laugh unperturbed. Your eyebrows draw together questioningly. Why does he start laughing out of the blue? You know he's more than a gleeful person, but there's still something strange.

"Why are you laughing?..If I may ask?", saying the last sentence before to yourself.

"I think you're pretty."

Your eyes get as big as plates.

"W-what?"

His laughter gets even louder. He finds your reaction more than just cute. He would like to kiss you.

"I think you're pretty, [y/n]!"

"Th-thank you!"

With a red face, you turn away from him. However, he seems to have other plans and gently pulls your face in your direction. Mutually, you stare into each other's eyes. You could lose yourself in his.

"You are my sunshine!"

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I hope you liked it! I'll be posting more Demon Slayer oneshots soon!

Bye Bye, everyone! ^^

Your Wolfi ^^

#kyojuro rengoku x reader #Kyojuro #demon slayer #reader #flame pillar #oneshot

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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year

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To Belong

She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

Chapter 1

Transfixed a young maiden with long wavy black hair stared out the window. She was in her room and could hear with clarity the battle cries of her neighbors and the screams of the dragons.

Just a normal night on Berk.

Was it absurd that she envies the dragons? Most people saw them as nuisances, but she wanted to fly like them.

Just away from Berk.

Away from a life she didn’t choose but had to live it. She sighed and put a bit of hair behind her ear.

Wallow in her misery wouldn’t help anyone, she needed to get out and do her job.

Gothi was counting on her.

It just was one of these nights where anything seemed too much.

She wonders sometimes if her best friend felt this hole in his chest too. He may be a born Viking, yet it was clear that in the eyes of the people of Berk and his own father, he was no Viking material.

They put him in the same spot as her the “weird foreign girl”.

A knock is heard on her room door and her stepmother, Sigrùn Jonnson, enters her sanctuary from the world.

Under her big belly with her future half-sibling in it, even the proud Viking woman has to gasp for air.

“You should rest.”, she says to her stepmother, before she can talk.

“And you should be out helping Gothi with the wounded, Leandra.”, reminds her Sigrùn.

“I was on my way.”

Not believing it the red-haired woman raises one eyebrow.

“Really? It looks more like you are daydreaming. I swerve to Odin Stoick’s boy has you infected with it.”

Angry Leandra stands up from her windowsill and grips her pouch, with her ointments and healing herbs in it, slinging it over her shoulder.

“We don’t talk about Hiccup! We only seem always to fight when he comes up and frankly it’s my free right to be friends with whom I want to be, comprender.”, she hisses.

Sigrùr raises her hands in a way to pacify her stepdaughter.

“All right, all right. I won’t say a thing. I will go back to bed, your brother is confusing my stomach for a ball. Don’t forget to greet your father.”

With that Sigrùr waddles away.

“It could be a girl.”, Leandra grumbles after her.

She doesn’t know if she was heard, but it was important to her to say this. Leandra knows how much her parents want a perfect Viking boy and not another little Spanish senorita like her from her father’s first marriage.

It all just sucks.

The black-haired girl goes down the stairs and sees her father stirring the fire in their fireplace.

“Papi.”, she calls over to him, already reaching for the door. “I’m off to help Gothi.”

“Hasta luego mi amor! And be careful out there.”

“Si!”

With that, she steps out and has to dodge already a Gronkel.

Ah yes, nothing better to start her work day!

“I’m sorry, really!”, Leandra whines at the old Viking woman and can barely dodge her walking stick.

Gothi shakes her head, scribbling down on the ground.

“That’s a bit mean, I know I should be here earlier, I was just distracted.”

More scribbles.

“No, Hiccup, hasn’t anything to do with it. It’s just one of these days.”

The old woman gives her a pitiful look and writes down.

“Yeah, you are right. It’s tough for me to find my place here.”, the black-haired girl signs. “But I like helping you, Gothi.”

She gets just a nod as answers and Gothi points out at the fighting Vikings.

“Yes, I will see if someone needs healing.”

With that Leandra runs into the fry, careful not to crash into a dragon, looking for Vikings who need healing and ones she needs to send to Gothi.

She may be "the weird foreigner", but her dear neighbors respect and trust in the healing wisdom she learned from Gothi.

The black-haired girl is handing out burn ointment to a few of the men when she sees Mister Svenson holding his right arm tight to his chest.

A quick check on it’s clear that it is broken.

“Mister Svenson, please wait here for me. I will stabilize the arm before you can go to Gothi.”, she asks him.

“All right, lass.”

With that, she runs to the blacksmith stall and calls out: “Gobber, Hiccup, I need some iron poles!”

It’s Gobber who greets her, hammering away on an anvil.

“Evening lass, full out on helping the men I see.”

She grins and waves at him. Leandra always liked Gobber. Since she can remember he had treated her just like a normal child, never making her feel like an outcast on Berk.

Speaking of outcasted, there was the second one of Berk and her dearest and best friend.

Hiccup has the poles she asked for in his hands, handing them to her.

“Here you are, Lee.”

“Thanks, Hic!”

The girl with black wavy hair and tan is my only and best friend Leandra. She is a year older than me and comes originally from a place called Spain. But since her father and she stranded on Berk 10 years ago and her dad fell in love with one of the village women they live here. She is like me on outcast since she isn’t a Viking, but she manages to become our village elder apprentice. Once I asked her if she wanted to be a healer in the future and she just told me she is doing this job so she doesn’t die of boredom. Yeah, Lee, isn’t the biggest fan of Berk. I hear her often mumbling about how she wants to go back to Spain to her grandmother.

“All good with you?”, Leandra asks her best friend.

She knows how much he wants to be out there like the other teenagers and help out the grown-ups, but since he is so accident-prone he was basically banished into the blacksmith stall.

“Yeah, all good.”, he answers her.

“And about your little, you know.”, she pointedly looks in the direction of his new invention.

He gives her a small grin.

“Seems to be ready.”

Leandra nods.

“All right, if I get the chance I will join you in your plan, but to be on the save side, good luck, Hic.”

“Thanks, Lee!”

With a last wave, Leandra makes her way to Mister Svenson.

It’s really dumb luck that Leandra is near the blacksmith stall when she sees Hiccup racing out of it with his invention.

She was currently handing out again burnt ointment and nearly throws it in the face of Mrs. Ingerson.

“Here you go. Gotta go to Gothi, I’m all out!”, she lies and ignores the calls for her.

Her best friend needs her moral support!

She finds him on a cliff overlooking the smoking catapult, thanks to the dragon Hiccup so much wants to kill.

“Hiccup, I’m here!”

He turns happily smiling at her.

“Perfect, timing, Lee. Help me set it up?”

“You need to ask?”

Together the two teenagers crank several levers, unfolding and then cocking the bowed arms of his contraption. He drops a bola onto a chamber and then pivots the weapon on a gimbal head toward the dark sky.

Leandra steps back and listens, just like Hiccup for the familiar screech of the Night Furry, while she has her hands in a prayer position.

She hopes the Lord has mercy on Hiccp and gives him this change.

Hiccup’s eye is pressed to the scope, hand poised on the trigger.

They hear the Night Fury approaching and Hiccup turns his aim to the defense tower.

It closes in for the final strike, completely camouflaged in the night.

“Come on. Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at.”, mutters Hiccup to himself.

Leandra, still praying, mutters too: “Please my Lord, he needs it, please let him shoot it down!”

Boom! The tower topples. The blast of fire illuminates the dragon for a split second.

Hiccup pulls the trigger.

The flexed arms snap forward, springing the weapon off the ground. The bola disappears into the sky, followed by a whack and a screech.

Even if she prayed for it, Leandra can’t help it and her chin meets the floor.

Hiccup did it!

“Hic! You did it!”, she yells happily and hugs him from behind.

He is like a statue, till he realizes what he did.

“Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it!”, he celebrates.

The boy turns around to hug his best friend better and the two jump around like two crazy kangaroos.

“Wuhu!”, shouts Leandra, so happy for Hiccup.

At least one of them would finally fit in!

“Did anybody see that?”, ask Hiccup exited.

It’s short-lived since when they turn around again the teenagers see a huge Monstrous Nightmare slithering up over the lip of the cliff.

“Except for you.”, Hiccup can’t help himself and deadpans at the dragon.

The black-haired girl grips his hands and drags him with her.

“Less talking, more running!”

“I know, I was just-“

“Hic, shut it and move these legs of yours!”

Both teens scream like children running through the Plaza, with the Nightmare fast on their heels.

Vikings scatter as Hiccup and Leandra dodge a near-fatal blast. The Nightmare's sticky, Napalm-like fire splashes up onto buildings, setting them alight.

“I swerve to Holy Mary, Hiccup, if we survive this, I’m going to kick your ass!”, shrieks Leandra.

“What did I do?! I didn’t tell the dragon to follow us!”

The boy makes them duck behind the last standing brazier, the only shelter available.

The Nightmare blasts it, spraying fire all around him.

The two best friends hug each other tight and Hiccup can hear how Leandra is praying to her god, eyes closed and shaking. He never wanted to risk his best friend’s life only to get the respect of his father and clan.

This so was not the plan!

But now it seemed that they both are toast.

With a gulp, Hiccup peers around the smoldering post. No sign of the Nightmare.

He turns back to find it leering at him, blocking their escape.

It takes a deep breath.

The boy turns himself and Leandra so around that his back is to the Nightmare and her to the brazier.

It was highly unlikely that they would survive the blast of the dragon, but if his maneuver could protect Lee even just a little bit, he would die happier.

Suddenly, Stoick leaps between them, tackling the Nightmare to the ground. They tumble and wrestle, resuming their earlier fight. The Nightmare tries to toast him, but only coughs up smoke.

“You're all out.”, informs Stoick the dragon.

He smashes the Nightmare repeatedly in the face, driving it away. It takes to the air and disappears.

Winded, Stoick turns to Hiccup and Leandra.

The girl has tear streaks going down her tan face, gripping the tunic of his son tight, while Hiccup hugs her too and pets her head to calm her down.

“Gracias a Dios!”, mumbles the girl relieved.

Stoick saved them from an early death!

That’s when the burnt brazier pole collapses, sending the massive iron basket crashing. It bounces down the hill, destroying as it goes and scattering the Vikings who were holding down the netted Nadders. The freed dragons escape with several sheep in tow.

Both Leandra and Hiccup made faces during the whole scene. It was kind of their fault.

“Sorry, dad.”

“I’m sorry, Mister Stoick.”

The escaped Nadders fly past with sheep in their clutches.

The raid is over.

The dragons have clearly won.

The murmuring crowd eyes Stoick, awaiting his response.

“Okay, but I hit a Night Fury.”, says Hiccup sheepish.

For a moment Stoick ignores his son to look at the young maiden beside him. The girl is still shaking and didn’t stop crying.

He gives her a little head pat and calls out to her father: “Gustavo, get your daughter.”

Leandra can’t even look that fast, as her papi takes her in his arms and Stoick grips Hiccup by the back scruff of his collar and hauls him away, fuming with embarrassment.

The girl knows what is going to happen and wants to step out of the embrace of her father, but he hugs her tighter.

“No mi amor you stay put, I nearly lost you, let your papi hold you.”

“B-But-“

“No, but!”

Meanwhile, Hiccup tries to talk to his father: “It's not like the last few times, Dad. I mean I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it—“

“STOP! Just....stop.”, say’s Stoick.

He releases Hiccup. Everyone goes silent, staring expectantly. Leandra bites her lips. This will not end well for her best friend.

“Every time you step outside, disaster follows.”, Stoick nearly growls to his son. “Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!”

Hiccup looks around. All eyes are upon him. Only Leandra’s eyes are friendly and worried for him. She is still crying.

Damn, he hates to make her cry.

Maybe that’s why he jokingly says: “Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?”

A few rotund Vikings stir self-consciously. The black-haired girl can’t help to crack a smile.

“This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?”

“Mister Stoick.”, calls Leandra out and sniffs her last tears away. “Please, Hiccup didn’t lie. I was with him when he shout down the Night Furry.”

“You are a good lass, Leandra, but this is between me and my son.”, reprimand her the chief.

Before she can say more her father commands practically: “Suficiente Leandra!”

So she shuts up and looks at the ground frowning.

“I can't stop myself.”, speaks Hiccup up and hopes so to get the nasty looks away from Leandra. She didn’t deserve them. She just helped him and was now probably scarred for life. “I see a dragon and I have to just... kill it, you know? It's who I am, Dad.”

“You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them.”

Autsch, this hurts!

Leandra looks at her best friend sad, while the other Vikings agree with Stoick.

“Get back to the house.”, wants Stoick from his son.

Gobber comes up and gives Hiccup a little slap on the back of his head.

“Make sure he gets there.”, Stoick tells Gobber. “I have his mess to clean up.”

Leandra wants to follow them, but her papi takes hold of her hand and leads them to their house.

“That was enough excitement for a night, young lady. We are going home!”

The black-haired maiden signs.

Oh, she will hear on earful when Sigrùr hears about all this.

Yeah!

Dictionary:

Comprender…. Understand

Papi….Dad

Hasta luego mi amor…. See you later my love

Gracias a Dios….Thank god

Suficiente Leandra….Enough Leandra

I don’t speak Spanish, so I used old google translator for it I hope it’s right!

#how to train your dragon #httyd fanfiction #httyd 1 #hiccup haddock #toothless #ocs #astrid #tuffnut #ruffnut #fishlegs #snotlout #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #HTTYD FF: To Belong

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Febuwhump Day 11

@febuwhump

Another alt prompt for today!

HUMAN SHIELD

“Get behind me!” Wrecker yelled right before the explosion went off. He grabbed Omega up off the ground, swinging her around and clutching her to his chest so that she was shielded by his body, his back to the eruption of flame and flying debris.

A strong, hot wind rushed towards them, so powerful that even Wrecker pitched forward slightly. They were far enough away that the flames didn’t reach them, but in seconds there were bits of dirt and rock and wood raining down on them.

Wrecker suddenly dropped to one knee, one hand reaching out to brace himself on the ground while the other still gripped Omega to him.

After the roar of the explosion and the clatter of debris faded, the others came out from behind their cover, eyeing the place where the mine entrance had once been. But Wrecker didn’t get up. Instead, he gently rested Omega on the ground before collapsing on his side, one hand clutching his leg, a groan escaping his clenched teeth.

“Wrecker!” Omega cried, scrambling to her feet and peering down at her cousin with worry-filled eyes. There was a piece of wood sticking out from the back of his left thigh, and it was still on fire!

Omega’s shout of alarm had caused the others to rush towards them. Echo stood behind omega and placed his hand on her shoulder while Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech gathered around Wrecker.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

She nodded. “Will he be okay?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“I’m sure he will be. Now, come on, let’s leave them to take care of him.”

He tried to steer her away, but she stood firm.

“I…I want to stay with him.”

Echo looked at Hunter, who’d turned his head at Omega’s words. He looked up at Echo and gave a nod. He knew how stubborn the young girl could be, as well as how much she loved her big cousin. However, when he turned back to Wrecker, he shifted himself so that he blocked her view of the injured man. This was something the kid didn’t have to see.

They’d put out the fire on the piece of shrapnel with one of their canteens and tore the fabric to expose the area.

“I believe the piece of wood was hot enough that it slightly cauterized the wound, so I’m not too concerned with him bleeding out,” Tech explained. “My biggest worry is infection. We will have to take it out and clean the wound as best we can until we reach a town with a doctor.” He hesitated briefly, his eyes darting towards where Omega stood, wringing her hands in worry. “I suggest we prepare the patient.” He gave a meaningful nod towards Wrecker, who so far hadn’t said a thing. He simply gritted his teeth against the pain and took in shuddering breaths, eyes squeezed shut.

“Good plan,” Hunter agreed, catching Tech’s meaning. This was going to be painful and Wrecker wouldn’t be able to stop his screams, no matter how hard he tried. “Wrecker,” he said, laying a hand on the big man’s arm. “You’re going to go to sleep now, alright?” Wrecker merely gave a weak thumbs-up and Hunter nodded at Crosshair. The white-haired man took out the pistol at his hip and, holding the barrel, struck Wrecker on the temple at just the right spot to knock him out. Wrecker sagged immediately and they got to work.

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The Needs of Pain

A/n as promised,,, here is my gift to you bc I finished ap gov today :))

The darkling x heartrender!reader story based on the whole ‘no one but me can hurt you’ thing :))

Warnings: sexual innuendos,, attempts to sexualize pain if you squint, kinda lemon-y

I kinda want to write a smutty part 2 let’s see lol

Summary: after a training injury, Kirigan reveals how he views the dynamic of your relationship and figures out how to best help you work through the pian

In an odd way, the most painful part of my injury had been the wound on my pride, not my shoulder. Though the pain that begins beneath my collarbone and continues down my left shoulder is not exactly pleasant. I can’t bring myself to pity myself too much as I stare at the extent of my burns. There’s a war going on. People die, people lose loved ones, I have to tolerate pain for an hour or two before a healer can be sent to be.

I told Genya I’d be fine in the medical wing, but she insisted that I wait for a healer to be sent to me. The people here look up to me, if news of my injury got out, especially considering it’s a training wound, morale would take a blow we can’t currently afford. Genya had looked relatively sympathetic when she told me that many healers were occupied considering how difficult training had been and I had told her I could bear the weight.

Now, in my room, staring at the basin full of water, I’m starting to regret my desire to be self sacrificing. I dip the towel in the water, squeezing out the excess before daring to dab the fabric on the outer edge of the wound. The feeling is fire against my skin all over again. An instinctual curse leaves me as I drop the towel on the counter that surrounds the basin.

Arthur hadn’t meant it. I can still hear the frantic apologies tumbling from his full lips. He should have been more focused on the task at hand, he should have never stopped to look at me, at the way I could control so many living things at once. In some odd sense, his distraction had been a compliment. Many of the girls here would sell anything to have Arthur’s attention, even if it resulted in such a careless mistake.

I grimace, picking up the towel and preparing to start again. I should at least clean it before the healers have to deal with both a physical injury and an infection. The sound of my door flying open and then shutting angrily is enough of a distraction for me to accidentally dab the towel against my skin too harshly. I curse again, turning my head towards the bathroom door. Did Genya exaggerate the severity of my wound? Are the healers that desperate to get to me?

I turn on my toes, towel forgotten by the basen full of water as I approach the door that connects my room with the bathroom. “I’m--” Words meant to calm a frantic healer stick to the back of my throat as soon as I register all the black in the room. General Kirigan. Great. He no doubt heard about my injury after prying it from Genya and now he’s here to scold me for the childishness of it all. To be injured because a boy and I just couldn’t help ‘make eyes at each other’. All he does is insult my refusal to become bitter just because I was born possessing power.

“You’re what?” His words are a different level of callous, darker than the shadows he creates with the will of his mind alone. “An idiot that let herself be sent back to her room instead of demanding to see a healer?”

That’s an odd thing for him to focus his anger on. At least it’s not fully directed at me. On instinct, I half turn, attempting to hide my injury from his piercing eyes. My instinct tells me he should never see me so mortal. “Genya recommended it,” my words are determined yet calm, “It’s such a small injury it isn’t worth risking everyone’s morale. A healer will come here when one is available.”

His face tightens in what must be some kind of disgusted disbelief. “Foolish girl--have you no instinct for preservation?”

Every decision I’ve made since being injured made sense before he spoke to me. The fierceness of his voice leaves my face warmer than it was a moment ago and reminds me of the stem of my dislike for him. General Kirigan speaks and I am left a clumsy child. “Some things are more important than one’s self.” I expect he’ll turn that into something else to mock or belittle about me. “And it’s not a grave injury it’s barely--”

The distance between us seemed so great less than a second ago, but he’s closed it so quickly, grabbing my left wrist and extending my arm forward so that I can’t hide anything from him. “You’re burned.” There’s the slightest bit of surprise coloring his words along with something else I can’t interpret. “How did you get burned?”

Kirigan doesn’t know. My stomach knots, anticipating embarrassment. “Training incident--I was standing too close to an Inferni.”

His grip on my arm tightens. I grimace as he pulls me forward with no regard for my injury. “Who?” The voracious way he says the word leaves my thoughts trembling. He is a void of darkness, starving for a victim to snuff the light out of.

When my thoughts settle, I cannot bring myself to tell him the truth. “I didn’t see, I was distracted by the burning.” I exhale slowly, desperate to escape the flames behind his eyes the way I could not escape the fire of earlier. “It doesn’t matter, I’ve been injured worse in training.” His hold on my arm doesn’t loosen, I glance down at his hand, his firm grip on me somehow worse than the burn. “You’ve injured me worse in training.”

“I may push you, exhaust you, and leave you mad--but I have never done anything that comes close to--that!” The last of his words carry themselves louder than the rest.

If the skin of my shoulder wasn’t so sensitive I’d try fighting his tightening grasp. The accusation on my part had been a little much, but it was meant to serve as a reminder that he’s not one to care about my comfort or well being. “Why does it matter?” I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “You’ve never cared about any of my injuries before.”

Kirigan releases my arm in a stiff trance, raising his hand to brush his thumb down my cheek. The contact is reminiscent of an extremely different moment. “The first night here you only let a few tears escape you when you were convinced that no one could see them. Do you remember how I turned and wordlessly wiped them away?” His gesture had not been comforting then and it isn’t comforting now. He never wanted to comfort me, he wanted to assert some strange power over me. “I let those tears fall because they were because of me and I knew it was for the best.” I say nothing, letting his thumb ghost tears that will not come. “The moment I discovered you, what you could be, you became mine.”

“I am no one’s.” The reaction is instinctual, a pride my mother instilled in me. My voice is too loud, too brash. “I am my own.”

I brace myself for his anger, but all I receive is the slight relaxation of his lips. “It’s things like that give you so much potential in other ways.” His voice is a jagged rock caressing my skin, not minding the scrapes it leaves behind. “You’re a fair plaything, as well as useful.”

He’s speaking so gently his voice borders on vulnerable. Something in me warms, but I can’t tell why. I know that Kirigan finds joy in my discomfort--why else would he belittle me so often? “The healer will be here soon.”

“Yes,” he makes no move to leave, instead Kirigan grabs my wrist again, forcing me to turn so that he can analyze the extent of my burn, “Which is why I will ask you again…” I try to catch his gaze, but his stone stare is focused on my burned shoulder entirely. “Who did this?”

“I told you.” He can never know. “It was a training accident.”

“And someone is responsible.”

I let out a breath, tired of feeling so incomplete. I just want to be healed and go to sleep. “Why does it matter?” His fingers trail up my arm patiently, my body betrays me by shivering. “Accidents happen, you’ve put me in more risk than--”

“I’ve always intended to break you one way or another,” his voice is more supple than it’s ever been before, “Your goodness is too tempting to not tarnish.” He turns my wrist over easily, ignoring my slight wince. “But if someone else were to do it…” Kirigan trails off, expression tightening in a way I can’t read, “I don’t let others break my play things.”

Some strange resolve in my chest cracks at that. “Kirigan--”

“Who are you protecting?” He moves his free hand, placing it without reservation on my shoulder. “Not telling me will only make it worse.”

Thoughts of Arthur paying for such a small mistake leaves my stomach rolling in guilt. “Make what worse?”

His expression tightens again. I wait for some kind of rebuke. Kirigan’s lips part as if he expects to criticize my naivety, but instead of speaking he turns sharply. He doesn't release his grip on my wrist as he leads me into my bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

Kirigan ignores my surprise, releasing me to pick up the towel I was so quick to abandon. “If you’re too good to take a healer from someone, you should at least avoid infection.”

“I’m not an idiot, I was cleaning it.” The sharpness of my tone is ignored, Kirigan simply places one hand on my forearm to keep me in place. “Wha--”

He brushes his thumb over my pulse gently in an effective attempt to silence me. I part my lips in hopes of protesting, but something odd reflects across his eyes. It must be some trick of the light because his expression seems...hesitant. Maybe even concerned. And then cool fabric is pressed into my burn. I bite my tongue so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed.

“Saints.”

His expression shifts to that of almost amusement. “I think I’d like to hear you curse in a,” he exhales softly, fingertips trailing up my forearm, “Slightly different scenario.”

The shock of such a bold innuendo clears my mind from thoughts of pain. But the most startling thing is that the innuendo isn’t entirely unwanted. In the wake of my surprise, he presses the wet towel into my wound again. I fight against a grimace, but that doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirigan. Instead of mentioning it, his free arm touches my uninjured shoulder. For the first time since he’s come here I’m aware of how improper my attire is. I changed out of my starched kefta and into a silk nightgown in order to leave my shoulder unbothered. Genya had helped me change, bearing all of my grimacing and pained curses.

I should push him off of me. Kirigan can get away with a lot because of his status, but I by no means have to allow something like this. I should not feel shy, I should not be embarrassed. He’s the one that’s out of line. I look up into his eyes, prepared to yell at him for being so out of line. But when I meet his eyes, I see something so un-monstrous I am left breathless. There’s a gentleness to the way he tilts his head downwards, eyes never leaving mine. Is he asking for permission? Permission to--to what? I stay frozen as his lips brush against the unmarred side of my collarbone. His touch is almost enough to make me forget pain ever existed. He pulls away enough that I can feel his breath against the base of my neck. Thoughts I’d never dare speak are banished as the towel presses against my skin again. My face cringes immediately, but he’s quick to press his lips to the base of my neck, lingering kisses melting into my skin.

“I thought you said you were fine.” His chiding is half-hearted, whispered between two brief kisses against my bare ski.

He dabs the towel on the burn again, but before I can think to complain, his lips are against my skin again. This time, his lips part slightly allowing his teeth to graze over my pulse. Kirigan pulls away slightly, expression hardening, “I’m almost sorry about this part.” His words leave him in a whisper as influential as sin.

“What part?” My voice feels foreign in my throat.

Kirigan doesn’t reply, but then I feel the sharpest pain yet. The towel is cleaning the worst of the burn, the ruined patch of skin that will never recover without supernatural intervention. The gasp I let out is that of a bird with shattered wings. A cry forms in the base of my throat, but before it can leave me, Kirigan’s teeth bite into the skin above my pulse. The pained sound is reduced by my shock, twisting in an odd combination of some kind of pained sound and something dangerously close to a moan.

He releases me with one last soft brush of his lips, straightening his back and retracting the towel. “There.” Kirigan drops the towel onto the bathroom counter. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

I can still feel the ghost of his lips, tongue, and teeth against my skin. I understand now. Each kiss had been a way to distract me, to lessen the pain. Something odd swells in my chest as I try to will my eyes to stop watering in pain.

Kirigan presses his lips together, pressing his hand against my cheek again. His thumb brushes the few stray tears that escape me. “Don’t cry,” his tone is pure velvet, “I won’t tolerate tears in your eyes caused by anyone else.” He tilts his head oddly, hand sliding down my cheek before gripping my jaw, “I can provide reason for your tears if you’d like.”

Inhaling deeply, I continue to stare at him. Today has been so sudden. He’s flirted with me through strangely sexual insults and threats before, but never has he been so forward about it.

“I’m fine,” I force my voice to remain clear. He nods once. A soft rap at my door has me turning away from him. “The healer--I shoul--”

“Come in,” he calls, voice clear and leaving no room for argument.

My eyes widen. To be caught with him here could be detrimental for my reputation. Kirigan pulls away, something sharp playing at his features, something almost humorous.

He leaves the bathroom like this is his own room. “Her wound is clean, work quickly.” I walk out of the bathroom in a strange trance. Kirigan’s gaze lands on me as I enter the main part of my room, “I need her at her full strength for what I have planned.”

There’s a heaviness to his words, a weight that tells me he means more than what his words imply. Goosebumps erupt across my skin as I try to banish the thoughts of his mouth against my skin between inflictions of pain, blending together to create the most intense sense of fight or flight I’ve ever experienced.

Kirigan begins to approach the door to my room. “I’ll be checking on her later.”

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sabersandsnipers · 2 years

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Healing Touch

A/N: I wrote this after watching the latest episode of TBOBF and realized I just want to follow Din around and be his nurse. I’m a sucker.

Warnings: Blood, violence, cursing.

It all happened so fast. First, you were fighting next to Din, using your batons and electric charges to stun and down the stormtroopers. You could hear the hum of the dark saber as Din used it to slice his opponents. The two of you worked in unison. A perfect team. When you downed the last trooper with your baton, you both stood for a moment to catch your breath. Din was across the room from you, so you could see clearly when a still conscious stormtrooper rolled an explosive towards Din.

“Din, no!” was all you could scream before you saw his body go flying. The blast knocked you down, but you remained uninjured. You quickly scrambled to get your feet under you. Running over to Din, you dropped down beside him.

“Din?” you asked, shaking his shoulders. You heard a grunt escape him. The dread within you alleviated. “We have to go, before more troopers get here.”

Din nodded. You got one of his arms over your shoulder and attempted to help him stand. That’s when you noticed the piece of shrapnel sticking out from his leg.

“Shit,” you muttered, staring at the hunk of metal stuck in his thigh. A million things ran through your mind at once. What about infection? Did it hit bone? You shook the thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.

The scene continues to replay in your mind as you carry a half limp Din to his new Razor Crest. Moans and grunts of pain continue to leave his lips and your stomach twists at the sound. “We’re almost there,” you promise him as the Razor Crest comes into sight.

Just as you start up the ramp with him, he collapses.

“Din!” you exclaim. You lean down and attempt to roll him into a sitting position. “Come on,” you grunt. “You gotta get up.”

But he stays limp. Panic grips you. You can hear shouts coming from the distance. More troopers.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter as you begin yanking Din up the ramp. Luckily you didn’t have far to go, as the weight of the beskar isn’t helping.

Once you get Din inside, you race up the ladder to the cockpit. Adrenaline floods your veins as you begin the sequence to get in the air. Gripping the controls, you pull down to take flight. Blaster shots fire at the window next to you. You unknowingly duck in response.

You continue your ascent until you’ve left the atmosphere. As soon as the ride turns smooth, you turn on auto controls and jump back down to care for Din.

His body remains slumped on the floor. You drop next to him, looking for any sign of movement or breathing. Placing your head on his armored chest, you listen for a heartbeat. You can’t hear anything with the beskar in the way. And you need to check his pupils to see if he has any brain damage. You stare at his limp form, wondering how mad he would be if you removed all his armor. Your brain jumps between options. Heart thumping in your chest, you reach your conclusion.

“Screw it,” you say, beginning to peel away his armor.

Your hands pause when they reach his helmet, knowing this is the point of no return. You slowly lift up the piece of metal, and are met with tan skin and a gorgeous head of dark hair. Your heart jumps in excitement. So, this is what the Mandalorian looks like under all that metal.

Once your task of removing the armor is done, you assure that he has good breathing and a heartbeat. After that, you pull out a light and check his pupillary response. Both are equal and reactive. You notice the dark brown irises surrounding his pupils.

You look down to his shirt. You hate to expose him, but you have to check for any bleeding or trauma to his chest. Grabbing a set of shears, you quickly cut away the material. A quick assessment shows only a few small lacerations and nothing serious.

You glance to the piece of shrapnel in his leg. It’s not a huge piece, but you know it’s significant enough to leave a good-sized gash. You wonder if you should take it out now, or wait until you can assure he has pain medication in him. Your gut tells you to take it out as soon as possible.

It takes a good amount of strength, but you’re able to yank the metal from its place. You quickly press a hunk of gauze firmly against the injury, hoping the bleeding will be minimal. Din doesn’t even budge the whole time. He must’ve really gotten knocked for a loop.

Now that all the big issues have been managed, you begin cleaning his wounds and starting an IV to push pain medication. He gets the good stuff after the event he’s been through. You know he’ll be loopy when he wakes up. You also manage to pull him onto a clean blanket so he’s not just laying on the floor.

You’re in the middle of cleaning the cut on his forehead when his eyes begin to flutter. His gaze meets yours. You can immediately tell how drowsy he is.

“Din?” you ask. You wonder if he even remembers what happened.

“Hey,” he croaks.

“Drink this,” you tell him, handing him a container of water. He tentatively takes a sip.

That’s when he realizes he’s naked except for his underwear, and a sheet that you placed over him. You can see the realization on his face.

“I’m sorry, Din,” you start. “But you were unconscious from an explosion and I didn’t know how extensive your injuries were so I had to-“

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off.

Disbelief hits you. “You’re not mad?”

He shakes his head. “You did what you had to do. I’d probably be dead if it weren’t for what you did.” You’re grateful for his kindness. Although he’s a fearsome bounty hunter, he’s done nothing but build you up and make you feel like a better person.

You realize then how close he is to you. It makes your heart race. Heat rushes to your face at sight of his dark brown eyes.

You clear your throat, tearing your eyes away. “I just have to finish dressing this cut and I’ll leave you to rest.”

He just nods, but his eyes don’t stray away. You go back to the task at hand, gently applying a healing solution to the wound on his forehead. You almost wish he was still sleeping so he couldn’t see how your hands shake while he watches you.

And then he’s leaning into you. You can feel the warmth radiating from him. You try to keep your eyes glued to the bloody gash in front of you, but they stray for a moment only to find themselves lost in his gaze. Your eyes flicker down to his lips.

His hand reaches for you. Fingers threading themselves in your hair to pull you in closer. His dark eyes are the last thing you see when his lips meet yours. You melt into his touch. The feel of his lips against yours is so intoxicating.

His touch grows stronger. One hand rests on your back and pulls you in close so your chest is flush against his. You reach up and run your fingers through his dark hair, admiring the soft feel of it.

He pulls away suddenly, gasping in pain. You notice him clutching the side of his torso. Your heart pounds in your ears. He needs to take it easy. He still got thrown across a room after all.

“You need to rest,” you say, your hand resting on his. You stand up to leave but his grip stops you.

“Stay with me,” he says. The expression on his face makes you want to melt into a puddle right then and there.

You lean down and scooch onto the blanket next to him. He wraps his arm around you. You settle your head onto his chest, being careful not to disturb any injuries. His heartbeat is strong against your ear. Its sound is evidence of the hard work you did to keep him with you.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #star wars #star wars imagine

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just thought about this as a story or headcanons, maybe the lords in re8 have a child, which is the reader and they are somewhere around 7 in the beginning. You can do them all separately, like first part would be Heisenberg, then Dimitrescu, Beneviento, and then Moreau, so the reader would accidentally do something and they are scared that the lord that is their parent would be super mad and they run away and the lords reactions to their child being gone and maybe the reader goes back to the village older, maybe 14 or 15 and the lords are emotional when they finally reunite with the reader. Maybe at first they don't recognize the reader at first, thinking they are just an outsider until they see something that they gave the reader as a birthday present and they recognize them. And it's just full fluff in the end? This has also been bugging my mind for a while 🤣 sorry if this ask was complicated to read

Heyy ~ lovely idea as always hun! I changed it up a bit, hope you don't mind and still enjoy reading it nonetheless 💗

Alcina Dimitrescu

- Being the youngest Dimitrescu, you were expected to be a bit of a spoiled brat since our mother and sisters looked after you like the most precious and rarest gem in this world - Surprisingly though, you were a very well behaved child - A shy, quiet, well-mannered kid that followed their mother's rules like they were the law - But even you weren't immune to that childish curiosity that every kid possesses - So you had to go on and break a rule or two eventually - However, the biggest one you broke, the one that had you sweating nervously, was sneaking down into the basement where the wine your mother and sisters were so proud of was kept - With trembling hands you picked up one of the bottles, the one with the most interesting pattern on the bottle, and began to expect it - That’s when a noise suddenly echoed throughout the basement, causing you to drop the bottle which broke as soon as it the ground, sending the red liquid splashing everywhere - You were mortified - You were only six at the time, you couldn’t think of a strategy to fix the mess you had made - So instead, you chose to run and hide, convinced you’d get in A LOT of trouble when your mother would find out - The place you chose to hide in was a run down part of the courtyard where you were least likely to be spotted by anyone or anything - Your plan started backfiring only about an hour after you settled in your hiding spot - The cold was starting to be painful on your skin but you refused to go back in - Before you knew it you had passed out, deleting any memory of what was to happen afterwards - Upon waking up, you found yourself in your room, changed in a new set of clothes and void of the chill you were suffering from before you lost consciousness - It didn’t take you long to notice your mother sitting in a chair next to the bed, struggling not to drift of to sleep, her face looking like she had aged about ten years in the span of a few hours out of worry - “Mom?” You spoke up weakly, startling the woman who was on her feet and crouching down closer to you within a second - “Y/N, darling, why’d you do that? You had me worried sick.” Alcina said, her hand gently caressing your hair, none of that sternness she was known for left in her - “I’m sorry, mama. For scaring you and for the wine bottle. I didn’t mean to...” You tried saying but got choked up by your tears - “The wine be damned. Nothing is as important to me as you are sweetie.” She said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before climbing in bed with you and wrapping her arms around you, her embrace so warm and comforting - You never doubted your mother’s love for you, but that moment only made you more sure in it and made you love her triple the amount you already loved her

Donna Beneviento

- Donna had always been generous with the amount of dolls she allowed you to have and play with - Although, the ones she gave you were not infected with her Cadou and couldn’t move or speak on their own as to not scare you - However, you were still allowed to play and talk with Angie who you were raised to see as a sister - And just like sisters, you and Angie also fought every now and then - But, this one time, she really angered you and with all the strength of a six year old that you possessed you threw her across the room - She hit a wall hard enough to loosen one of her arms and it fell off - That’s when you knew you were practically dead in trouble and ran to hide under your bed - As you were climbing up the stairs though, you could still hear Angie’s screaming and crying from downstairs and Donna could no doubt hear it as well - So as to avoid running into her, instead of hiding upstairs, you went into the basement - Where you had never been in, by the way - Meaning you had no idea what horrors awaited you there - Mannequins, doll parts, terrifying dolls which moved on their own - In your eyes it was a pure nightmare - Seeing the dolls turning their heads to follow your movement, some even raising an arm as if to greet you almost made you scream several times but you didn’t want to give away your hiding spot - And that’s when the laid out mannequin on the table, one you were already terrified of, turned it’s head to look at you, opened its eyes and mouth - The radio on the other table turned on simultaneously, all of it being too much of a scare for you to be able to suppress the scream you let out - That’s when you felt a hand on your shoulder and screamed even louder, even beginning to cry - The hand turned you around and you were suddenly facing your mom who looked scared and concerned, a little paler than usual too - You took no notice of that though, seeing as how you ran right into her, hiding your face in her hip - “I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t mean to hurt Angie! Just please don’t let them scare me anymore!” You cried, your tiny hands balled up in fists, clutching to Donna’s dress as if for dear life - The woman was relieved to see you were safe although still a little confused as to why you had even run down to the basement in the first place - And then she thought a bit more about what you had said - “Oh dear, you thought you were in trouble? Angie’s perfectly fine, Y/N. Her limbs come off loosely all the time. You didn’t even actually hurt her.“ - Seeing that your distress was showing no sign of decreasing, Donna picked you up and proceeded to carry you up to where Angie was so she could apologize for making you feel guilty in the first place

Salvatore Moreau

- Being a young kid, the Reservoir was a rather dangerous place for you to wander around in unsupervised - Usually you’d stick to the safest area, aka the one furthest away from the water, and would only be allowed to see the rest of your dad’s property with him by your side, holding your hand to make sure you wouldn’t fall - But one day, as you were sitting in at the entrance of the Reservoir, in the small body of water by your feet you saw a golden fish - Mesmerized, you foolishly ducked down to try and touch it but it, of course, swam away - Oh but you were far from prepared to let it go - So you chased after it, watching its glimmering skin rush under the surface of the water, going further into the dangerous parts of the property - You were mindless to the fact you were entering a territory that was originally forbidden to you - That is until a wooden board on the dock broke under you, causing you to fall in the water - And being only barely six years old, you didn’t know how to swim so before the panic had even worn off completely, you started screaming for help, praying your father would hear you - And boy were you in luck - A giant fish emerged from the water from underneath you, carrying you on its back to the dock you had fallen from - You scrambled to get to the safe half of it and sat on the ledge - By the time you were able to look around with clear vision instead of the blurred with tears one you had been struggling with seconds prior, the monster fish was gone - And your dad was standing on the dock next to you - “You see no why you aren’t allowed here, child?” - You nod, sniffling and running to hug him, relieved to be in your dad’s safe embrace - Despite the efforts to be stern, Moreau crumbles back to his usual loving and caring self, being the best father in the world in your eyes - He carried you, piggy-back style back to the safe space of the Reservoir

Karl Heisenberg

- It goes without say that, growing up in a factory as dangerous as Heisenberg’s, there’s certain amount of rules you have to respect for yours and your father’s safety as well as the successfulness of his experiments - But there was no force that was able to keep you away from this one machine that looked far too interesting for you to overlook - You couldn’t help but go up to it every now and then to look at the blinking lights and the tempting colorful buttons - And then there was one day when just looking didn’t satisfy you - So you went on to press a few buttons, in the order of your favorite colors - It didn’t take long for you to realize how poor that decision was - When sparks started flying from the machine was when you finally decided to back away and that satisfying your curiosity wasn’t worth it - But it was already too late - The whole process had stopped, the conveyer belt of murder machines pausing mid-movement suggesting the whole operation was hindered - “Y/N? What on Earth are you doing?” - Your dad’s voice had never terrified you so much - All excuses and apologies you wanted to say died down in your throat at the sight of your mildly agitated father standing behind you with an unimpressed look on his face - He wasn’t angry by any means but your vision was too blurred by tears for you to be able to see that - “Dad, I’m so sorry!” You cried, running to hug him, back turned to the malfunctioning machine you believed you damaged beyond repair - Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a quick hug before stepping around you and approaching the machine, fixing it with the press of a few buttons - “Hope that teaches you a valuable lesson not to break the rules kid.” He said with a crooked smile, ruffling your hair while you still stared at machine in disbelief

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luimagines · 3 years

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You React to Him Getting Sick/Injured Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

This one will included Wild, Legend and Warrior!

Content under the cut!

Wild

Wild came back to camp after hunting with questionable stains on his clothes. It was all over his wrists, all the way up to his elbows. It was all over his chest and it stained the entirety of his left leg.

Out of curiosity, you poke him as he passes you and quickly retract your hand by how slimey it felt. He pauses at your touch and raises an eyebrow at your actions. “Yes?”

“What on this sweet Earth is that?” You wipe our finger off onto your shirt and try to get the last of the residue off.

Wild blinks and looks down to where you’ve poked. “Oh. I didn’t realize it was that bad. I ran into some chu chu’s. They explode when you kill them. It’s fine.”

“Ok.” You hide your grimace at the information and nod. “Well, you might want to get that cleaned. ...Before it actually stains your clothes and all that.”

“Will do.” He grins and continues through the camp.

You bite your tongue at how the stains look from behind and continue on with your little hand held project.

The hours pass and Wild does eventually change out of his clothes and into some cleaner ones. You don’t know if he actually got around to washing them but you have faith in him to take care of himself.

Wild however, seems to be a little off as the day progresses. It wasn’t that bad in the beginning and was very subtle, but by the time it was time to go to bed, he checked out early and quietly got out of everyone’s way.

You had the second watch for the night and it all seemed normal. No monsters, not threats and all was quiet. Wild kept tossing and turning all night compared how silently he normally slept but it could have easily been a nightmare.

With your heart bleeding for him, you make your way over to him and shake him by his shoulder. “Wild. Wild. Wake up.”

Wild doesn’t open his eyes, his face contorted in discomfort but he does whine at your call. “Is it my watch yet? I was supposed to go after Twilight.”

“Are you ok?”

“I don’t feel good.” He groans and turns away from you, curling up into a fetal position.

You frown and place the back of your hand against his forehead.

It’s burning hot.

“You’re sick. You’re burning up.” You gulp and pull his blanket higher over him. “Don’t worry about your shift. I’ve got it covered.”

“You’re gonna go twice?” Wild is starting to fall asleep again even if he’s trying to keep a conversation with you.

“I’ll take an extra long watch.” You shrug. You go to move away to go get something to cool him down but you place your hand on his leg by accident.

It’s also burning up.

Now you’re even more concerned.

With Wild no longer being responsive, you move the blanket out of the way and check his leg. You realize he’s only changed out of his shirt and kept the stained pants from earlier. When you roll it up you see a long, shallow cut, right where the chu chu jelly was.

It’s obviously infected.

You bite back the scream of frustration that wants to build up within you and instead go to your pack. You try to find something to help fight the infection and also to help with his fever.

It’s a quiet endeavor as you tend to him. You take care of the leg first and wrap it up with your personal bandage roll. You go to place a wet towel on Wild’s forehead.

You also try to scrounger up a kettle or something similar to make him some tea to help. But at this point you’re a little louder than you’d like and you wake up Hyrule in the process.

Which is fine. Really.

His watch was up next anyway.

“What are you doing?” He rubs his eyes and sits next to you.

“Wild got himself sick because he let a cut get infected.” You sigh. “I’m making him some tea.”

“He’s sick?” Hyrule sits a little taller. “He’s hurt?”

“Not much we can do about it now. Just watch and wait it out.”

“Do you need help?”

You pause what you’re doing and look at him. Wild is actually being very mellow despite his condition, but he could also just be very exhausted from the day and his disease. You need someone to check up on the cut soon and someone to change the towel so he can keep cool. But you also need to keep an eye on the tea so that it doesn’t scorch and you’re pretty sure breakfast is going to fall on you since in the morning since the resident chef is out.

“Yes, I’d like that a lot actually. Thank you.”

Legend

There was nothing out of ordinary with the day but you couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding. Your stomach was up in knots and you had no idea why.

Something bad was going to happen.

You kept looking all around you, trying to spot anything in the distance that would be the cause for your discomfort. But you see nothing.

“Everything ok?” Legend tilts his head. “You’re spinning around like a concerned goffer.”

“I...Don’t feel good.” You admit.

“You can go vomit in the bush. I’ll watch over ya.”

“No, not like that.” You correct him, waving the idea away like a dog fart. “I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

“Why?” He glares at you momentarily. “Why would you tell me this? I was having a good day. Now I’m going to be paranoid with you.”

You snort. “Sorry man. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Well next time, think about it and we’ll have to- AUGGHHH!!” An arrow imbeds itself into Legend’s shoulder, knocking him onto the ground.

More fly after it, two more imbedding themselves into your friend before you’re able to lift up your shield and jump in front of him, blocking any more from injuring him. The shots rain down above you both and you’re forced to hunker down so the that the shield covers you as well.

You look down at Legend as he tries to get up his feet. There’s an arrow in his main shoulder, in his torso and in his thigh. You very quickly notice that he’s collecting a lot of blood on his clothes.

He’s in no condition to fight this.

He’s out before he can get in.

You groan and try to reach for your weapon. The others are quick to come over and help out. Wild retaliates with his own shots and Twilight and Time are quick to give the two of you cover.

“Get him out of here!” Time commands over his shoulder.

You nod and put your shield arm down, getting onto your knees and wrapping your arms around the Hero of Legend.

“I can stand on my own!” Legend snaps at you but he’s too locked with his own pain to do much to fight you off.

You growl at his rapidly growing blood stains and bite the bullet. In one swift move, you’re quick to pick him up bridal style and run away from the chaos.

“Forget about me! The others are going to need your help!”

You put him down behind a large enough tree and kneel next to him. “The others can handle themselves. You’ve lost your dominant arm and are bleeding profusely from three separate locations. I’d argue that you need the help right now.”

“I blame you.” He hisses, leaning back against the tree as you take out your spare health potion.

“Why?” You keep him talking, making quick work off the arrow in his leg and in his shoulder. “How is this any way my fault?”

“It’s- aaugghh - you’re fault because you- aaugghh- told me about your stupid accurate gut feeling of doom.” Legend pants and places his good hand by his shoulder. It’s not much but you can tell that he already feel marginally better about not having a piece of flint and a sharp stick stuck inside of him.

You uncork the potion and give it to him. He takes it although his grip is weak and there’s still one more arrow you have to go through before he can drink it.

“I’m not done. Just hold that, ok?” You move aside the folds of his tunic and can feel Legend tense up from underneath your hand.

“This is going to suck so bad.”

“It’ll be quick, then you drink the potion and you’ll be good as new again.” You take a breath and brace yourself against the arrow and his body, anchoring your weight onto the mossy ground. “On the count of three, ok?”

“I don’t trust you.”

“I don’t think you have a choice.”

“Ok.”

“One.”

Legend curses.

“Two.”

He takes a breath and you pull it you of him. Legend is quick to scream and fill the air with profanities even as you guide the potion to his lips. He drinks out of pure spite and rips himself away from you.

“What happened to three?!” He shouts, potion half gone and dribbling a little down his chin.

“I counted that in my head.” You shrug and begin to dig out a cloth and your water skin.

“I hate you. You suck. That was awful. I’m never speaking to you again.” Legend whines and keeps sipping the potion as you start to clean up the blood to the best of your ability.

“You don’t mean any of that. I know for a fact that you actually love me very much.” You try to grin and ignore how the sounds of battle are continuing on without you.

“I’ll never forgive you.”

“Let the potion do it’s job and then you can talk to me again.” You smirk and shift your weight to get onto your feet.

“Are you going to help the others finally?” He looks up at you, taking deep breath to calm his heart and blood pressure.

You bite your lip and think about it for a moment. “You’re not jumping into that fight.”

“Do you think I can?”

“After that potion, I don’t think I can trust to not do that. I’ll stay here. Someone has to make sure you don’t throw yourself head first into battle.” You take a step and move to sit by Legend’s side behind the tree. “I don’t know about you but Hyrule will have my head if we waste a potion on you, only for you to get hurt again.”

“He wouldn’t. He’s too nice.”

“Time will though. And I don’t think I’ll survive their collective disappointment.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“All Links need a babysitter.” You counterargue. “It’s like herding cats. I’m staying.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

A moment passes.

“...Thank you” Legend says it like you’re still fake arguing but you know he’s trying to be genuine.

You hold back a snort and only succeed by a hair thin margin. You copy the tone and grin to yourself. “You’re welcome.”

The others are fine.

Warrior

Warrior was a little more jumpy than you would have given him credit for. You had always considered him calm and collected- if only a little full of himself. But your consolation was that he could put his money where his mouth was. Whatever he claimed he could do- he proved it soon after.

So you let it slide most of the time.

Except for this.

“What is happening right now/” You ask him, eyebrow raised and full of judgement.

“Don’t question it!” He screeches and runs by your side in the opposite direction.

“Charming.” You deadpan. “The Hero of Courage, ladies and gents.”

You sigh and knock your arrow, aiming at the skulltula in front of you. You kill it in a single shot and wait for Warrior to make his reappearance.

“You killed it right?”

“Yes. I did.”

“Ok. Good. Cool. Thank you.” He takes a breath and comes back to your side, dusting the none existent debris from his tunic and scarf. “That’s great. Where do we go from here?”

“Are you actually afraid of spiders?” You frown and let him lead the way again. “Because this place is bound to be full of them. You shouldn’t be the one to take the lead this time.”

“Really?” He stops mid step to look at you. It’s the most panicked you think you’ve ever seen him.

“Yes.” You snort and move past him. “Just follow me Soldier Boy. It’s bound full of spooky scary scalies.”

“Don’t joke about that please...” Warrior grimaces and falls into step behind you. “Look I’m not afraid of spiders.”

“You’re terrified.”

“OK! No. I just... I just don’t like bugs... or things that can crawl on the wall.... Or just jump down on you with no reason or prior warning.”

“Spiders aren’t bugs actually.” You grin. “They’re arachnids. Only two body segments and eight legs negate anything they would have in the insect category.”

“Thank you for that unnecessary information.”

“It’s not that ba- LINK LOOK OUT!” You scream and are powerless to watch as a blue wizzrobe appears from the ground and fires directly at Warrior.

He’s quick to dodge out of the way but he’s misjudged the distance between him and the attack. While Warrior sends himself careening into the wall, head first, the magic shot goes straight to you and you’re quick to grab your weapon and parry it back in the direction it came from.

The wizzrobe makes the unfortunate decision to reappear right as it’s sent backwards and is stunned in place with its own magic. You jump over Warrior, who’s now slumped against the wall with a hand on his head, and slice at the magic creature before it shakes off the magical effect.

Your attack unstuns it but it disappears instantly and you’re left alone for the time being.

You don’t have a lot of experience with wizzrobes but you doubt they go down that easily so you stash away your weapon and make a mad dash toward your friend, aiming to make a quick getaway towards the end of the dungeon corridor. “Are you ok?”

“No.” He answer immediately and pulls his hands away. His gauntlets and fingertips are coated in blood and it’s beginning to slowly trickle down his face.

“Why on earth did you do that?” You scold and gently take his hands away, placing your own on his cheek to turn his head ever so slightly to the side to get a better look at it.

“And what would you rather have me do? Get hit by the magic bullet?”

“You didn’t have to ram yourself face first into the wall.”

“I wasn’t trying to.”

You snort and pull your sleeve up, holding it gently in your fist. You brush away his hair and dab at the wound. It’s mostly superficial and you doubt it would scar. But head wounds are always worrisome.

“Well at least you’ll get to keep your pretty looks. Legend would never let you hear the end of it. Your reputation is on the line.” You smile and poke his nose. “It’s nothing serious. Are you ok to keep going?”

“I think so.” He mutters and pushes himself off the wall and back onto his feet.

The wizzrobe comes back in tandem with Warrior’s movements and fires again. Warrior growls and blocks it with his shield. You attack again as it’s stunned and watch as it dissipates into the cloud of purple smoke they all do what they die.

“That was anti-climactic.” You mutter and kick the remaining cloths that it left behind.

“Please don’t temp anything else.” Your companion whines.

“Sorry.”

“I hate this.”

“I know.”

“Let’s go.”

“Ok.” You shrug and lead the way with Warrior quick on your heels and close by. But you don’t want him to go flying into another brick wall for any other reason so you grab his hand and together you walk further into the darkened dungeon.

He’s surprising a bit calmer after that.

Part 3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #why does Legend's end up so long compared to everyone else?#I mean Warrior isn't exactly short either #hope this lives up to the other one #yell at me if it isn't

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alberivh · 3 years

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unwanted lovers

the lovers of the sinner, the thieves of the nation. Caught in despair after hiding their motives behind the ruins of aristocrats , they were now together behind the cells of execution, loving each other in no bounds of life nor death.

diluc x gn!reader

contains (proceed with caution) : major character death, gruesome death, execution. (Heavy angst, comfort/hurt, bad ending)

a/n ; I’m very sleepy these days so enjoy reading this

“diluc..are you sure we’re going to be alright?” , standing behind the cliff, both hands and leg chained up in a huge rocks; standing beyond the other side of the sinners-walls. The cliff was a sharp one, designed to be a punishment for fugitive to regret. But you in the other hand..looked like you didn’t regret anything. Seems like you gone numb and missing, probably dying out of beneficial, but for what exact reason..? Aren’t you going to die? Aren’t you?

The air was in a perfect shape, blowing through the ears of whisper into corruptors mind. It was breezing and perfect, a match for a dead end. The flowers were all a bare minimum, seems as if it was never supposed to grow; Same as how the contradictions between you and diluc relationship.

“we sure are going to be alright…haha”

a simple small affairs of thieves, relationship grew beneath titles. scrawling through the nights of the nations, searching for victims to be devour. Fortune, foods, informations and many more. Dangerous or so, we could talk about it later; after all, privileges of the poor are none to another. Dirts fill the clothes of people with nothing, looking like a lost dog from the leach of their master; it’s how you both look. generally speaking, maybe you both are really perfect from one another. Poor and worthless, messing up the people whom privileges drowns them to exploitation. beneficial for business and public figure, making the knives on both of your throat approach the second you both slaughtered another man.

diluc look so much more than perfect, he is astonishing. Fit more to be a corrupted man instead of a filth whom licks someone toes to be payed. And to live to the fullest, he repayed those who are involved with the corrupted government, by either slaughtering them or just..stealing their granted fortune. It is a job, and to be specific it is a living hell to be in love with your own partner. Loving seems so mature, yet you both found it to be quite bothersome. or maybe that’s just how nature works for someone who grew in an abandoned wilderness. Like how diluc live after his family died, like how you live after you lost everything to the ego’s of the rich.

you both were empty, like you predicted it to be. Diluc was a scum, same as his only eye which felt like a sharpened death. kissing his dry lips as you cried in his chest, embracing the figure of a red-hair thief who ones told you an eternal peace, for the poor we live and for the rich we died, that’s how our life’s work sweetheart. Even if death embarrassed your cheeks, all you wished is for you both to be alive as soon as the worlds ends to be a better place. The smoke of his cigarettes surrounded your cries, it stings the pain of abandonment, like the cries of lovers who only lives to die in the age of glory. although you wouldn’t assume the fact he was a worth of a thousand years of reincarnation, he sure is enough for puppet like you to be pleased.

“still wearing your brother’s eyepatch i see? What’s up with you always wearing it around? You look better without it anyways.”

“he lives in the other ground of the walls, possibly already meeting my father right now. He was beneath 6 feet under the ground anyways, would you like to mourn him?”

“you could just told me he’s dead, Diluc”

“i can’t he’s supposed to be alive after all.”

that’s how you know Diluc’s past, how’d you believe his slaughter and warm to be an abominable crime. As much as you loath those who stick with their family principles, you expect nothing more than Diluc’s ability to keep you both balance from the assumptions of the rich. He is a tool and a lover, even if you fall out of love with him, you could still rely within his power..or so you thought. Fate was cruel, they decided to lend a hand for the inability to be punished by the divine.

You found a comfort at his kisses, it was beautiful. A single line of poet to an old paper, perfection. Never have you though to be deeply in love. dancing like nobody but yourself and diluc himself. Skipping through the laces of fingertips as the mansion burns to the ground, how beautiful the sunset is at the evening; the dust of the corpses which were buried trying it’s best to find the wind, but they were corrupted and only both of you were worth to be despaired. The soul of the worthless, the soul who craves justice for the none; oh god, you both really are in love.

Embracing nothing but him, loving the movement like no one but him, only him, my beloved diluc. The flowers petals which was turned into a thousand of flames are now flying and surrounding the neighborhood. Burning the whole corrupted society was unexpectedly mesmerizing. It seems like it covered the injustice of your action. Burying people underneath their grasp, leaving terrors to the innocent, maybe fairness are really that blind.

The mansion was burned to dust, leaving nothing but bones in the investigation. The fortune you took was nothing, the burns of the screaming neighbors are your daily teases. Diluc found it pleasing that you both are in love once again. Dancing once again. But this time, both of you were chained up in a chamber. Legs full of bruises, cheekbones gone frail, and lips were all drying in horrors. you both are dying in tremors.

Dancing in each other arms, suffering in worth, it’s the last night they thought. The swaying burns of guilt, the loving kisses of embrace, it’s so addicting. Although diluc was hesitant to let go, maybe it’s time to grew on the fact by loving was a cursed from the start. For both of you and diluc. The chains in your legs were rotten, making a deep infection on your ankles. A fatal sources of death and unbalance.

“can we promise something diluc?” , your voice gone hoarse. Trembling and terrified, dying wasn’t so ruthless but seeing diluc suffer was something you wish you could unchange. It’s exhausting to live like no one, maybe diluc felt so too. You were too scared to shed another tears to his chest, anxiety was planting it’s ideology beyond the walls of your mind.

The night was peaceful, maybe the starry sky doesn’t deserve it’s view. Humans are frail, fragile, and too much of a pain to begin with. If you were a god, maybe diluc could be your lover for the rest of your eternal realm. The next life would be fine, just make diluc safe from the grudge of death.

“let us marry each other in the next life, even if it meant for one of us to die again..”

“your wishes is my command, love” , an agreement. He agrees to be in love, whenever the situation is those words would always be kept near. Marriage aren’t that simple to be idealized, but knowing this is your last wish, why not accept the terms? He asked himself.

“you don’t need to be formal like that y’know Diluc, we’re in the same bounds, a fugitive in a prison..”

“well that doesn’t change the fact you’re my lover?” , he replied again. The same silence scowl your emotions to a mess. You really wished you did more than just this, everything. Kissing his lips wasn’t enough, tearing up in his chest wasn’t enough, loving him wasn’t enough and lastly, maybe in the next life your time was too short. can i sacrifice the whole world for you then? So anything that could happened in this state, all of it was for us to met again. I’m too selfish to let go, you are the best thing that universe have fortune to be.

I accept each granted the world has gave, even if it meant for me to die again. Let go of diluc’s hand, let me be the crystalflies Diluc envied; An eternal peace for lovers to reincarnated as. If anything has happened to both of us, let share the burden towards the undeserved. Because in our next life, maybe there wouldn’t be us, just you and another person in chains of eternal love-life.

so whenever i’m lost diluc, intertwined my hands again. And you, whenever you’re lost diluc, love me all over again. Because if this time wasn’t enough, then let us die in each other embrace. Loving you was an intention i never have despises, and as those ancient story told. ‘The once fallen first are the once who fell in love harder.’ I though it was a wise poet, but maybe know i understand, Diluc.

I lost you after you fell to the cliff, i have no regret on loving you. But if time was partial enough for both of us, i rather fall for you without any requited relations with you anymore. Diluc, you’re free. As free as the ocean waves, as free as the guides of the wind, you’re free. I’m sorry for letting you fall away from the range of my life, i’m sorry..

so please Diluc, meet me again sooner or after, i love you.

the pleas for the corpse to hear, here you standing in the cliff alone, waiting for someone to push you apart; to follows Diluc’s path. oh diluc..he look so lonely down’s there..blood all over his head and torso; as he saw you fallen down to his side. Eyes opened in shock, as the knife inside of his stomache rumbles to death. Stings. It stings. He watches the world shutter in his eyes, the eyepatch he use was no longer his brother remnants, it was just a decoration for another corpse to be buried in burden of love. He seems so pathetic in this state, seeing you fallen to his side and couldn’t do nothing but smile.

diluc why am i the only one talking here?

The bloody place you both fallen through was a perfect place for continuation. Trying to slip your head to diluc’s unwary neck, the warm part of his body you couldn’t let go. You heard the whispers of the wind once again, it seems it pitied the living and the dead. Diluc heartbeat was long gone, possibly gone when he smiles at you; for the last time. Diluc was just a body now, your lover have returned to another universe. To another universe you promises him before.

‘in heaven we’ll be free..in heaven we’ll get married diluc.”

the thought of you slowly losing consciousness was better than before. the warm of Diluc’s corpse was starting to fade, same as how your instinct shatter to pieces. The only thing you could see beside the sky was the knife inside his stomach, waiting for it to be freed from the blood of the filth. But your strength was long gone, death already ruins your eyes in despised of being in love. As the ancient tales says in the end of the page, they told the audience a never-ending happy tales, a hope for the lovers to heard at the end. you both are free now..

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hyuneytoast · 3 years

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✧Genre - Zombie Apocalypse AU, Angst, Fluff, A bit suggestive towards the end

✧Warnings - Blood, injuries, violence, swearing

✧Word count - 1.8k

[6:42 pm] “Dammit, Hyunjin! Hurry!” You shout over the bustling noises.

The sounds of the mortifying screams and bangs that leave ears ringing. Four more rounds with your handgun and two more zombies. They sprint after the two of you with mouth opens wide, blood stained teeth waiting for more, waiting to bite down on untouched flesh. Their white eyes and dark flayed skin only approaching closer. And damn, doesn’t matter if this world has been like this for weeks. You doubt you’ll ever get used to the petrifying sight and tense feelings; How death is waiting around every corner. It’s tough, needing to place such a confident mask over your own frantic, trembling soul. In situations like this, fear was to be avoided at all costs. Fear, as it only made one a more vulnerable target. Sadly, it’s something that often can’t be helped.

Hell, not even supply run can be left done in peace. Luckily for Hyunjin and you, your shelter— an abandoned cabin recently found— is not much further away. Just two more kills and a few more steps through this cursed oak forest. Certainly though, it doesn’t help with both your backpacks full of scavenged items weighing down your shoulders. Shooting a weapon while running to shelter, never gets easier.

Bang!

You watch a zombie collapse as it gets shot in the head by Hyunjin. “I’m out of ammo!” The boy alerts, hands left with a now empty handgun.

Your hands rest firmly on your gun as you pull the trigger, resulting in a bullet flying only to graze the last zombie’s shoulder. You pull the trigger again, not once but twice, and finally shooting its head with both aims. It’s knocked back with screams coming to an abrupt silence, falling limp and staining a tree with its blood. A wave of relief washes over you, like the world coming to a brief stop to catch a breath itself. It’s soon knocked out when you hear Hyunjin shout from behind and you’re harshly forced to the ground that scrapes your skin. “Shit, Y/N!!”

You let out a yelp from the sudden contact that spooks you, your heart skipping a beat. Chomping sounds and snarls are close to your ear, the weight of the unexpected zombie completely on your back and straining your ability to move. Its hands roam around you madly, desperate of any grip on you, but you’re quick to force them off. It didn’t help it was latched on your back where you couldn’t get a clear sight of him and what to do without getting bitten.

And there’s not a doubt Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat too. He never ran so fast without thinking. He couldn’t lose you, he absolutely couldn’t. Not like that, not in front of his eyes and so easily. Never. Within seconds, he launches himself on the zombie, arms wrapping around the monster to yank him off. As he drags him away, and far away from your reach, he jabs his pocket knife repeatedly all over the squirming creatures head. It shrieks with limbs desperately flaring around. When death soon drowns it til it’s limp in hold, Hyunjin throws the body aside and runs back to you, kneeling down. The skin on his legs sting from the harsh force. Even his hands are covered in blood that drips from his previous kill. But he doesn’t notice as every part of him was focused on you, heart drowned in complete fright and worry.

“Y/N, hey, are you okay?!” Both hands and eyes frantically scanning over your trembling body in search for wounds, or more specifically, any infected bites. “Look at me, are you hurt? Please tell me he didn’t…” The fretting male couldn’t even finish his sentence. It’s a possible reality that he believes he’ll never be able to properly admit.

“I-I’m okay. I’m okay, Hyunjin. T-thank you,” You breath out, lungs catching up on the proper air that was at loss for the past minutes. You’re fine but don’t exactly feel that way. Body aching in different ways and not to mention, your shaken mind. Too close, absolutely too close of a call, and the two of you are more than aware. You were almost bitten just like that; Almost stolen away from Hyunjin just like that.

The boy lets out a relieved sigh before pressing a kiss on your forehead. His voice becomes softer, but worry still evident within. “Come on, we need to get to the cabin.”

“Ow,” You wince at the sting of the damp cloth rubbing your skin, cleaning the blood from your cuts and scrapes. You sit on the edge of the bed as Hyunjin kneels down in front.

“Sorry, love,” He mumbles, hands moving cautiously, afraid to hurt your fragile state even more. “Almost done.”

Perhaps Hyunjin is being a bit over dramatic, he thinks to himself. You’re fine and clearly stated it without a lie, just dusted in minor wounds. Still, the previous sight was more than enough to send his mind in overdrive. How could he not act so worried and cautious? He almost lost you. What if you did end up getting bit? You wouldn’t know what to do nor think and neither would he. He’s witnessed others before; Losing their loved one and being left not only alone, but with a need to kill that person before the virus took full effect. It brings pain to his heart and a situation Hyunjin will do everything he can to prevent from happening. You’re everything to him and the only thing, even before this apocalypse took place. If you were to slip away at his very fingertips, then there wouldn’t be any point in continuing to fight this wicked world.

Hyunjin finishes wrapping small bandages around your arm before pressing a light trail of kisses on it. “You sure you’re okay?”

You let out a breathy chuckle, your free hand coming up to tuck a few strands of his dark hair behind his ear. “I’m fine, thanks to you.”

He hums as he gets up on his feet, walking to a table where your stuffed backpacks rest. He reaches in the side pocket before going back to approach you, hand hiding whatever possession behind his back.

“Ta-da,” He softly cheers, hand now lending you a small bunch of daisies you assumed he handpicked on his way here.

“Mm, thank you, Jinnie. They’re pretty,” You helplessly smile. Things like flowers always give some sense of reassurance. Perhaps it’s because it shows that there are still things left around to be cherished. “I sure hope you didn’t almost get your ass killed just to get these.”

“Not exactly…” His voice dragging at the end.

“Hwang.”

“I just fell and they happened to be there,” He responds meekly. “It’s just, we haven’t seen flowers in a while and they reminded me of you.”

You let out a low sigh, and more of the fact that this isn’t the first time he’s used his own danger as an advantage. “You can’t be putting your life at risk like this, Hyunjin.”

“Yeah, but you almost died today!”

“That situation was different,” You mutter.

“I promised you I’d make this world worth living, even through the little things, didn’t I?”

How could you forget? And even more so, Hyunjin is a man who sticks to his words no matter what. “I remember, but it doesn’t mean you should unnecessarily go through more dangers. Everything’s already hard enough, losing you is the last thing I want. Anything else can wait.”

“I know.” He hangs his head low for a bit. He knows, he really does, but sometimes he gets so caught up in his emotional desires. And to be more specific, his love for you and fear. “It’s just, I want to give you everything and I can’t help it sometimes. I’m sorry.”

Hyunjin can’t help but feel like he’s not doing enough at times. In the end, he just dearly wishes to give you everything he has so you continue staying by his side. The fear of being left alone to fight follow him like a storm cloud. Hyunjin appreciates every moment with you and is willing to do everything in his willpower to make sure there’s no end to any of it. He wants to continue smiling with you even if the world itself is mourning. Hyunjin considers it selfish of him in a way, but how can he not the you are all he has left?

“There’s no need to apologize, Jinnie. I understand, but I just need you to also understand that you’re really all I need. Nothing else.” You’re still seated at the edge of the bed, looking up to the hovering male with an unreadable expression. Is he feeling hurt? Guilty? Confused? No, not at all. He’s just admiring you and doesn’t want to stop. That’s when he breaks out in a small grin and face now dusted in red. Placing aside the daises, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt, bringing his lips to yours. Not everything can be communicated with words, sometimes action is better. And you can tell how much he’s feeling from the way his lips are embracing yours, the way he lets his feelings and unspoken, loving words melt against you. He kisses you sensually, arms falling by your side and trapping you. You kiss him back with the same manner, fingers knotting themselves between his hair.

After a few, you pull away for a moment making the male whine, but your lips remain brushing against his. “Thank you,” You murmur. “I… Just so you know, you already make this world worth living in. So just please, stay by my side.”

Without another word, Hyunjin catches your lips once again, but this time more desperate, a silent way of thanking you. A silent way of loving you and promising you. He kisses like it’s the only way to pour his emotions out, like it’s the last time he’ll live under daylight. He kisses like he’s catching a breath he missed long ago. Leaning forward, he pushes you to lie flat against the mattress, one hand coming up to hold the side of your face and the other clutching the sheets. Neither of you want anything to come between, not even the world, not even the air between both your lips.

One touch like this can set your hearts ablaze, your minds and bodies trembling with a released desire. The two of you just don’t dare to pull away, letting yourselves suffocate in each other’s presence.

His lips leaves yours that lets out heavy breaths. You impulsively tilt your head once he begins leaving a trail of open-mouthed kissed on your neck. He presses his body closer, and you take advantage by bucking your hips up and against him along with giving his hair a tug, emitting a low groan from Hyunjin. “Fuck...” He breathes out, returning his lips on yours. “Promise me you’ll stay too, baby. Please.” He pleads in between.

“Yes, god yes. I’m all yours, Hyunjin.”

Because in the end, all you two really have is each other.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: SKZ Materialist*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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naralanis · 3 years

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little bumps in the road (pt. 19)

Previously, on LBitR...

Like her cell before this, the room Lena now occupied has no windows, only the bright fluorescent lights that emit a soft hum just loud enough for Lena to hear—something that would ordinarily drive her crazy with annoyance, but now just gives her something else to focus on.

There are no clocks, either, at least not that she could see, not even on the many monitors attached to her via an array of wires. Though, to be fair, her visibility is somewhat compromised by the limited range of movement the handcuffs afford her.

No one has come in to check in on her so far, not even a nurse doing their rounds or some hapless DEO agent—because she is very much not in a hospital, as much as it looks like she might be. Lena would guess she’s being held at the DEO, but she doesn’t particularly like guessing. She likes knowing. And what she knows is that she’s been here for what feels like forever and she’s starting to get antsy.

Not that Lena has much idea of how much time has passed; she tried counting the minutes in her head, but couldn’t concentrate long enough on the task to keep it up for more than twenty counts to sixty, which in her book, is long enough.

She half-expected Lex to come in at some point, even if just to gloat, but he hasn’t shown so far, and Lena figures he doesn’t need to. He’s already got his pieces in place—he controls both Lena and the Director of the DEO; he can just sit back, kick up his feet, and relax while he waits for the game to start up again.

For Kara to come flying into his trap.

Fucker, Lena thinks bitterly. She feels a little high—probably whatever pain medication she was given.

Her stomach growls, sudden and loud, and Lena realizes she has no idea when she had eaten last. But more than telling she’s hungry, the unpleasant sound tells her she’s been sitting here twiddling her thumbs (figuratively speaking, of course) for a few hours at least.

Tired of being laid up and useless, and entirely not in the mood to wait for Alex or whoever else to come in, Lena tries to shuffle down the bed, as much as the handcuffs will allow, to try to get to the bandages stuck to the side of her head.

There’s some incredibly awkward shuffling down the thin mattress and further into the cheap, staticky sheets, and the angle is far from comfortable, but eventually Lena manages to lean down just enough so her fingertips graze the edge of some gauze, right at her temple. She pinches it between her index and middle fingers—the only ones that actually reach—and slowly begins to tear it away from her skin.

It’s at this moment that Lena becomes exceedingly thankful for the invention of morphine—or whatever else it is they have her on, here—because after some poking around, she’s definitely reopened her wound. Her fingers come away bloody, and the whole spot feels raw and hot to the touch, but fortunately, she feels little more than pressure.

She’s very well aware that, as far as good ideas go, this one probably nears the bottom of the list (or perhaps isn’t in it at all), but her options are limited, after all. And to be quite fair, even if she doesn’t succeed, she’s already in this pseudo-hospital room—it’s quite unlikely her captor will let her just. Die.

The angle is mightily uncomfortable, which makes it less than ideal when it comes to actually digging into a head wound, and so far she’s felt nothing that resembles the minuscule implant in her skin, but Lena is nothing if not tenacious, not to mention stubborn as hell. Kind of like Kara.

“If you would like, I could provide you with the schematics to Lex Luthor’s mind-control implant without the need of aggravating your wounds.”

Lena jumps—as much as one can jump when they’re handcuffed to a bed—at the voice; she’d been so concentrated on her slightly insane task she didn’t hear anyone come in. Her bloodied hand snaps away from the wound on her temple in shock and hits the rail with force, enough to send her now-empty ice-chip cup flying to the other side of the room.

“Brainy!”

Lena cannot quantify the sheer relief she feels when she sees the stoic figure at her door, ramrod straight with his arms crossed at his back. His lips are tugging into a little smile, like he’s so clearly happy to see her, and for some reason that makes her want to cry.

She does cry a little, and it’s so pathetic, because her hands are still handcuffed so she can’t even reach out to wipe at them. But it’s the first time in weeks, maybe months, that someone other than Kara actually looks happy to see Lena, and she finds she’s wholly unprepared to deal with it.

“What are you doing here?”

He steps in, squinting at her and tutting under his breath as he sees her bloodied hand, head, and bandages. “Do you need me to tell you how exactly much you’re increasing your risk of infection by interfering with your bandages?”

Lena lets out a wet, choky laugh. “No, thank you. I’ll be good.”

He nods, lips tugging ever-so-slightly wider. It’s the closest to a beaming grin as Brainy can get, and Lena can’t help but laugh. Maybe she’s hallucinating. But she’s so, so very happy to see me.

“Good,” he says, looking a bit awkward just standing by her bed with perfect posture. Lena wouldn’t have it any other way. “I will call someone shortly to redress your wounds. Trying to remove this type of subdermal implant with a piece of glass only had a 9.7% chance of success, in case you were not aware.”

Lena lets out a little snort. “I figured the odds weren’t great,” she quips. Brainy’s now just close enough she can touch his elbow with her casted hand—the other one is erm, bloody. It’s a little awkward—Brainy, like Lena, was never the extremely touchy type—but he accepts it with a little laugh. “Brainy, Alex—she also has an implant; she doesn’t remember—”

“I am aware of the Director’s implant. I was working to disable it, but it seems you managed to trigger the return of some of her memories.” He raises his brow, and Lena can tell he is mightily impressed. “Well done.”

“Who else has them? Who else has Lex gotten to?”

“Only the Director, as far as we know. Lex hasn’t made many of them, but we are working on disabling the entire system.” He frowns. “I need your help,” he admits as if it both pains and delights him to need Lena’s assistance. “I found the schematics of the implant itself, but the system…”

“Works on the basis of a program I designed,” Lena groans.

Brainy nods solemnly, thankfully not saying anything further on the subject. Instead, he pulls a small tablet from his pocket, and taps at it until it flashes blue. He turns the screen for Lena to see, and her eyes have a bit of a hard time focusing on the diagrams slowly spinning in place.

“The implant cannot be removed without triggering an alarm,” Brainy begins, and Lena is glad to finally have someone who can get straight down to business. “As well as several countermeasures Lex put in place. Had you successfully removed it, it would have. Erm. Liquefied your brain. In essence.”

Lena lets out a low whistle through her teeth. “Talk about overkill. So I guess we can’t remove Alex’s either.”

Brainy shakes his head. “No. The only hope is by disabling the entire system, which unfortunately cannot be accessed remotely,” he sighs. “I’ve tried 346 times and haven’t gotten close.”

“Well, if we can’t access remotely, then the only other option would be to—”

“LENA! ARE YOU BLEEDING??!”

Brainy jumps back a full three feet, bumping into the monitors with a loud clatter, hugging the tablet to his chest like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. Lena yelps, startled by a blue-clad figure at the door to her room, mask off but scowl very, very much in place.

“Nia,” Lena breathes, but she doesn’t have the chance to say anything else before the young woman marches to her bed, looking exasperated.

“What the hell were you thinking—girl you made a whole-ass hole in your head, this is not the time to start poking around in there, if this scars I swear to god I am going to kill you before Kara kills me before Lex kills us all are you kidding me right now—”

“Nia,” Lena tries again, and she can’t even be bothered with the way Nia’s fussing over her torn bandages and slowly clotting wound, because she just wants to thank her, she wants to hug her, but most of all, Lena just wants to cry. “Nia—”

“Oh my god, are you crying!?” Nia yelps, her previous fury vanishing within a second as it turns to worry as she eyes Brainy, who looks completely out of his depth at Lena’s sudden sobbing. “Why are you crying??”

Lena wants to raise her arms to hug the young woman, but the stupid handcuffs won’t let her, so she just. Sobs. Like a little baby—it’s a little pathetic, but she can’t help it, because Nia’s here, Nia’s the one who took her to Kara. Their mad run across the country, the resentment that melted into companionship again, the laughs they shared along the way—it was all because of Nia.

Nia seems to understand, on a surface level, because she lets out a sigh, dropping the gauze she’d been unsuccessfully trying to stick back on Lena’s head, and just wraps her arms around her, tight and present.

“Thank you,” Lena sobs wetly against the crook of her neck. “Thank you.”

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