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tearsonthemoons · 3 months

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Out of the woods

Prompt: you’ve been in love with Coriolanus since you were just kids, when you end up finding him deep in the woods wounded, your feelings can finally be shared.

Pairing: Coriolanus snow x reader

Warnings: (none)

It was a cold winter day, I've decided to go for a walk in the woods. The snow was falling gently from the sky, creating a peaceful atmosphere, helping calm my remaining troubles.

As I walked deeper into the forest, I noticed a trail of blood on the ground, I'm not too surprised seeing that my whole district is fighting for their lives right now. War wasn't yet over.

Curiosity got the best of me, even though it was smart, I followed the trail, wondering where it could lead.

a few minutes of walking, I began to think of my father, there was enough blood to be concerned for my own family. the trail led me to a clearing where I saw a boy lying on the ground, surrounded by snow-covered trees.

My heart raced as I approached him, I realized who it was and my heart nearly leaped from my chest.

I've known him since we were just kids. We grew up in the same area, went to the same woods to play, and spent almost every day together in the same woods just being kids.

as we got older, my feelings towards him changed. I started to see him in a different light, noticing his soft smile, his charming wit, and his gentle touch. I fell in love with him without even realizing it. Without being able to change my feelings.

Corio, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to my feelings. He was always so focused on his dreams of becoming something greater that he never noticed my longing glances or my deep crimson cheeks.

I couldn't blame him, he had the talent and determination to make his dreams a reality, without me as a distration. I was always there to support him, cheering him on from the sidelines and celebrating his choices with him.

But as we entered our teenage years, things started to change. He fought and trained everyday, leaving me behind. I tried to keep up, but I just didn't follow him long enough.

It was during this time that I realized how much I truly loved Corio. I missed our childhood days, when it was just the two of us against the world. I missed our inside jokes, our late-night talks, and our adventures in the snow.

I didn't ever have the courage to tell him how I felt. I was afraid of ruining our friendship, of losing him altogether. So I buried my feelings deep inside and pretending to not be jealous of everything he did without me as we grow older.

Years went by and Snow never left my mind. even though we drifted apart, I never stopped loving him. Everything rushed back, every feeling, every touch, every thought i've ever had about him over took me. I ran closer to him.

"Corio?!" I said in panic noticing the deep gashes on his arms and legs. He was shivering and barely conscious.

Without hesitation, I knelt down beside him. 'Are you okay?' I asked, trying to get a better look at his injuries. He wasn't moving much, just a faint cough here and there. I felt tears go down my cheeks, I hadn't seen him in months, and even the last time i saw him, I didn't know him like I felt I did before, and all we said was goodbye.

Corios eyes fluttered open, Barely moving on the ground. he weakly nodded. "y/n?, Is that you?" he managed to say before closing his eyes again.

I quickly took off my jacket and wrapped it around him seeing there was blood from his head.

"Oh god, what's happened to you?" I said gently lifting his head up from the tree he was leaning onto. My thoughts began to become selfish, Holding his head brought me back to all the times i've got to hug him, all the times he's comforted me in our past. I hadn't lost my love.

All while I was thinking like this, I was trying to keep him warm.

I took my scarf and carefully wrapped it around his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. I gently tended to his injuries, I couldn't help but notice how he looked. even in his injured state. His hair was a snowy white, and his eyes were the color of the sky on a clear winter day. Just how i remembered him.

Once I was finished wrapping him up, I sat back and looked at him. He was still shivering, He looked so fragile. I took his hand in mine and rubbed it gently, trying to warm him up. he opened his eyes again and looked at me with a slight smile.

"Where have you been? I was coming back for you." he said, his voice was barely above a whisper.

Coming back? for me? I wanted to hear more explaining from him, but I couldn't be selfish and ask, I needed to know what happened.

I looked back at him. "What happened Corio?"

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Something in the snow came up behind me, I can't tell you what it was, or who"

I couldn't help but let out a small tear. "i've got you covered up, Are you still cold?"

He very weakly sat up. His eyes were on mine, He has grown up, He looked older, more handsome since the last I saw him.

We sat in silence for a while Before his blood covered hand reached for my face, His hands were cold, and my heart was speeding up just by his slight touch.

I knew I had to get Snow to a hospital. But I wanted to stay with him this moment, I'd been waiting for what felt like 15 years. "Your hands are cold, Corio." It was all I could spit out. All I could think off.

"I'll warm you." He said while scooting his face closer to mine. I didn't understand why this was happening, but I didn't have enough care to ask. "May I?" he said, his soft pink lips are only inches away from me.

"but why?" I said trying to keep my eyes looking into his, instead of his lips.

Before I got any answer, his soft lips gently pecked mine. They were colder than his hands, but the warmth and comfort of his touch got me, it was all I ever wanted.

When we pulled away, I looked into his eyes, no words to share between us. He went back in, this time with more passion then before, not only could I feel his cold lips, But I could taste him, He tasted as he smelled, whiskey and comfort. The taste and feeling of him was exactly what I knew it would be, and I finally had him.

once I pulled away, He slowly removed his hand from my face and just stared at me with his piercing eyes. "Corio?" I said, trying to make sense of what's just happened.

"I came back for you." was all he said, with those words I knew, I wasn't alone in my love, he had come back for me, I was complete with him, He was finally mine.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus fluff

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starryficsfinishwen · 4 months

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Ok, I know this is weird but, Lee can summons Lees from another worldline, right? I saw a fanart with 5 Lees fuck Commandant and it's hot. C-can you write a fanfic like that?

hey, anon, you have absolutely no right to send me this ask WITHOUT THE PIC AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

share your blessings pls, I'd like to see it (for research purposes)

NSFW DOWN BELOW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

[banner by @/cafekitsune]

warnings - NSFW THEMES MENTIONED: multiple penetrations (5 vs. 1), overstimulation, intense seggs. all are consenting parties!!

“Open your mouth wider, Commandant.”

If you had a lot of power right now, you would have asked your construct to stand down. But how, despite your title, despite your power as a commandant—

Your whining made you curl. You were on your knees, in between your thighs, your essence was trickling down and staining the ground. Eyes riddled with tears, you became compliant with the request of the construct standing before you, and graciously opened your mouth.

“Good girl,” Lee praised you, gently patting your head, “Let me reward you.”

Lee wastes no time as he placed his heavy leaking tip of his cock on your awaiting tongue, shaft dragging along your tongue. His pre tasted salty, yet it only spurred you on.

“Tch, you are taking so long,” a familiar voice spoke behind you, “She deserves to be fucked already.”

Peering through your tearful eyes, you watched as clones of Lee walked and slotted themselves beside him— Lee's other dimension selves. Like the one that was in front of you, they all mirrored the same lustful eyes, which made the arousal drop even more down there.

Lee lazily shoves his cock into your mouth, your tears now escaping your eyes as you tried to accommodate the size of him in your mouth. Struggling, you whined more to try and breathe through your nostrils. But Lee is kind enough to put his hand on your head as if guiding you.

“Don't degrade her like that,” your Lee spoke, “she deserves none of that.”

“Oh yeah?” The Lee who spoke first kneeled down, raising your skirt, “You should see this, then.”

Your Lee groans, feeling the tightness of your throat as he shallowly fucks your mouth, “Gently-”

You moaned out of surprise as the other Lee rubbed your bare pussy, “Fuck, you weren't lying; she's so compliant.”

“What a compliant little Commandant.” All the other Lees started to approach you, touching you wherever they could reach.

On your breasts, on your throbbing clit, on your eager hole— you should be saying the safe word by now. You should, not when the other Lees were holding you down, your real Lee still fucking your throat. They were still kind enough to value your release first. Unfamiliar yet honest fingers groping and teasing your sensitive nipples. You felt his mouth on your vibrating clit, two fingers already curling right against a soft spot. They're all the same, sensual touches simultaneously rubbing you in every possible erogenous zone—

You crumbled around Lee's cock, choking out a moan as the other Lee drove you to your first orgasm of the night. As you trekked cloud 9, you heard a chorus of laughter.

“What a good girl you are,” purred one Lee, “you'll give us more, right?”

Oh, you were hungry. Far too hungry for more cock as the first Lee sat you up in his lap, his hard cock rubbing deliciously on your now-overstimulated, quivering pussy.

“L-Lee,” you cried out, weakly holding his shoulders, recovering from your high as you felt more hands on you, “Y-you didn't cum-”

“Is it too much?” You recognize it as your Lee, the familiar, comforting worried tone in his voice, his hand on your cheek, “We can stop if it's too much.”

Immediately, you felt other hands stop, as if obeying to the original Lee. Drunkenly blinking, you only whined a moan as you dragged your pussy on his cock.

“I'm okay,” you breathed, catching your insatiable hunger, briefly remembering that it was your idea in the first place, and you weren't about to back out.

“Just wan' your co-ock,” you slurred, hiccuping when the tip of his cock catches your clit, “in my pussy, in my mouth, wherever you can, I can take it.”

Lee eases you slowly on his hard cock, both of you moaning as he bottoms out inside of you. The familiar foreign touches are back on your body again, letting you lean to your Lee, a cold, lubed finger teasing your asshole. When you looked up from Lee's shoulder, an equally fat cock was presented in front of you, to which you compliantly take it in your mouth. You and your Lee moaned when your hips stuttered as you felt a finger now penetrating your asshole.

“Such a greedy girl,” you heard one of the Lees pipped, as your Lee starts to bounce you on his cock, the same rhythm on your mouth and asshole.

You crumbled once more as you felt another Lee's cock replaced his fingers. You wanted to take a break, but the way all the other Lees, including the one on your pussy, were chasing their own high, you sure were fucked. Literally.

Moaning out Lee's name, you felt him come into your mouth and pussy, a relentless thrusting still on your ass. You cried out, yet you only craved for more. As you felt your eyes clothes, an irregular jerk to your pussy made you clench around him.

“Don't pass out on me yet, Commandant,” Your Lee purred, steady hands holding your hips so tight, “I'm...we're still not done yet.”

You were sure you couldn't walk for a week

— starry

#pgr #punishing gray raven reader #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr lee #pgr lee hyperreal #pgr hyperreal #pgr global #ANON DONT FORGET TO SHARE THE PIC #I mean it's possible for 5 lees to fuck us #right?? right????

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rosalie-makes-art · 5 months

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Sand. That's sort of most of what we've ever known out here. But today, it isn't the joyousness that it used to be. Once times filled with laughter and smiles, now are only filled with dread. Scar and I, both standing at each end of this cactus ring we've made for ourselves, both knowing what needs to be done.

I pulled the first punch. We both knew it was weak, but suddenly more punches came, one after another. Neither of use wanted to be doing this. Covered in blood and tears, both shouting "I'm so sorry!" At each other. Scar was holding back. He always did. He's strong, and he knows it, and I know he desperately doesn't want to be the one to take my life.

With every hit, guilt consumes me more and more. With every blow, I can feel more and more tears streaming down my already blood soaked face. Knowing I can't do this. Knowing that I never wanted to hurt scar in the first place, that I just want out of this mess already. That know, I can tell that he's letting me win more and more, and that I don't think that he's not hitting me because of the fact he's holding back, but because he's getting weaker as well.

I stop. I can't do this. I can't take scar's life. I can't do it. In the sand, both of us stop. I'm sitting in the sand, and Scar is frailed weakly within my arms, the color in his eyes fading with every breath.

"why, did you let me win?..." I say through bloodied tears streaming down my cheeks and landing on his.

"You know I don't have it in me to kill you. I never did." He said weakly.

"I don't either… I never wanted any of this to happen, Scar I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything-"

I try to speak and apologize for everything I've done, but he stops me.

"Grian, please don't be sorry. I don't want to spend our last moments together apologizing." His eyes are even more grey than before. "Please, please don't go…" I whisper, knowing that my words are futile, and that there's nothing I can do to stop it.

We've gone too far already. Through his last breath, he muttered, "You were a great friend… I love you Grian."

His eyes have gone completely grey, and they have completely closed now.

Before I can process anything, I break into tears, sobbing over his dead body. He's go completely limp in my arms, and I hold him closer into a hug, something that I should have done way more when he was alive. Even when I'm the only person in the world who is alive, I can't seem to move. I can't bring myself to leave scar's side, even when there's nothing to do than cry, and try to listen to a heartbeat that no longer exists. I almost want to stay here forever, and let my body die on its own, through hunger and dehydration, as I stay lying with scar in the scorching desert sun as the world eats away at itself. Somehow I'm able to pull myself away from the corpse lying in the sun, and look opon the cliff that calls to me. It's an exit. A way to hopefully bring my misery to an end, not as if there's anything that can make myself want to live on this dead planet anyway. And I'm the only one on here. There's no one stopping me. Just the ground below, beckoning be to come closer.

I stand up, not even bothering to wipe the sand off of myself. In weak, shaky steps, I come to the edge. it's calming, almost. Like it knows what just happened, and everything that has happened. It understands me. And I jump. The wind flowing through my hair and feathers, I can barely feel it when I hit the ground. All I feel is the dead silence that follows it, and it's almost comforting in a way. With no more things to worry about, no people, no life, nothing, I let the world fizzle out of existence around me, and fall into an infinite sleep with no escape, and I can finally rest.

#Tw sui #tw death #tw major character death #tw murder #3rd life #sad fanfiction #Fanfic #Angst #grian #gtwscar #grian angst #gtws angst #traffic smp #trafficblr #desert duo #desert duo angst #life series

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yelenabemylova · 1 year

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Affliction - Older!Natasha Romanoff x Reader (epiphany au chapter one)

summary: after being shot multiple times in the field, natasha decides it is time to take control of her own life

warnings: blood, injury, inaccurate medical terms i learned from grey's anatomy, slight angst, age gap (nat is 36, r is 20)

"Natasha, please," you sobbed, tears streaming down your face.

"She's in v-fib, charge to 100," a doctor announced.

"Clear!" Bruce shouted as he shocked your wife with defibrillator paddles, everyone taking their hands off of her lifeless body.

Shaking, you cried aloud, "don't you dare die on me, Romanoff." Maria came over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, "it's okay, they're gonna save her."

Dr Cho grabbed her phone, "I need another two units of O-neg in trauma room 3 right now."

Bruce shocked her again, sighing in relief when the monitor began to steadily beep again, "sinus tach, we have a rhythm."

"Tasha," you hugged her tightly, being soaked by the blood spilling from her abdomen in multiple places. "Detka, I'm so sorry," she held you close to her, kissing the top of your head over and over again.

"It's okay, you're okay," you told her, but she knew you were reassuring yourself just as much, if not more. "Hey, hey, malysh. Listen to me," her hands trembled as she reached up to hold your face, blood smearing across your cheeks.

You leaned into her touch, your eyes closing as you sniffled lightly. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise. Soon, we'll be back in our bed, eating junk food and watching all of our favourite movies. Stay strong for me, pretty girl," she was soon taken away into an operating theatre, leaving you alone to pace in the waiting room.

Wanda kept you company, lending you a shoulder to cry on and supplying you with an abundance of tissues.

Time felt as though it slowed down while you waited for Natasha's return, your only source of distraction being the various members of the team coming to check on you.

Peter brought a deck of cards, letting you win every game to try to raise your spirits. You caught onto the boy's plan quickly, but didn't mention it.

Yelena pulled a gun from one of her vest pockets when a member of staff told her she couldn't bring her dog, Fanny, in. She sat on the floor with you while you wept and drifted in and out of feel, not even laughing at you once. The pain you were feeling was both understood and shared by the blonde.

A gentle hand shook you awake, dragging you into a room far too bright for your liking. Groggily, you stumbled into a sharp corner, falling to the ground in an exhausted haze.

Quiet laughter echoed throughout the room as a strong pair of arms lifted you off the floor, mumbling something about you being a 'stupid idiot' in Russian.

"Shut up, Lena," you groaned, assessing your surroundings. The source of the prior laugh was laid in a small bed, a thin blanket draped over her. Your eyes began to water, "oh god, Nat."

She beckoned you over to her, shuffling over to one side of the bed so you could squeeze in close to her side. "I thought I lost you," you kissed her cheek. "You can't get rid of me that easily, dorogoya," she tenderly brushed hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

Recovery wasn't easy for Natasha. All she wanted to do was get back out into the field, to which you objected strongly.

Even showering seemed to be an impossible task for her, standing for so long was too painful and she often called you in to help her. Of course, you didn't mind. You would take any excuse to admire her toned muscles, and you swore she purposefully flexed them every time she caught you trying to subtly take a look.

One evening, you found her lying in bed, white as a sheet, shivering intensely. "Nat, what's wrong?" you ran over to her, cradling her face gently. "My stomach hurts and I'm freezing," she croaked weakly.

Taking a look at her wound, your eyes widened at the sight of the infected area surrounding her sutures. "FRIDAY, get Bruce in here, right now," you held your wife's hand shakily. "Of course, Mrs Romanoff, right away," the AI replied.

"I love you," you told her as you waited in the infirmary together, afraid of what was going to happen to her. "Malyshka," she kissed your hand, "I think it's time for me to retire."

Taken aback slightly, you tilted your head, silently asking her to elaborate. "I want to stay safe and healthy for you, moya lyubov. Risking my life every other day isn't fair to you, I want us to have a stable marriage where I get to cherish every moment we share. You're the light of my life, the reason I get up every morning and the only girl I ever want in my life," her voice was strained, and she took many pauses between her words.

"I don't want you to stop doing the job you love just because of me," you told her. "It's for myself as well, I've never been able to experience a normal life. If I wasn't fighting for the red room, I was an agent here and I'm exhausted. After thirty-six years, I think I'm ready to live life the way I want to," the sincerity and pain behind her eyes made you realise that she was right, retirement seemed to be a beneficial option to both of you.

Smiling widely, you held her hand the entire time she was getting assessed by the doctors, excited for the next chapter of your life you would get to spend with her.

She was prescribed some antibiotics and soon enough, Natasha was back on her feet, struggling to find things to do when the days felt so long. The avengers were always arguing loudly, irritating her beyond insanity.

Flicking through a magazine, a large house in a small neighbourhood caught her eye. Over the course of the next few weeks, she bought the house and bought some furniture for it.

Walking into your room in the compound, your shoulders relaxed and your jaw unclenched when you saw Natasha sitting against the headboard of the bed. "Hi, pretty girl," she looked up from her book, putting her bookmark in place before beckoning you closer to her.

"I missed you, Tasha," you straddled her lap, nuzzling your face into her neck. "Are you okay?" she asked you, running her fingers through your slightly knotted hair. "The guys have too much energy," your voice was shaky, it was evident that you were overwhelmed from the interaction you had just shared with them.

Natasha felt slightly guilty, there was a perfect house ready to be lived in by the two of you but she hadn't found the right moment to tell you about it yet.

Staring into her beautiful green eyes, you felt at ease. No one compared to her, nobody in the world even came close. "I have something to show you," she picked you up, your thighs instinctively wrapping around her waist.

She took you down to the garage, helping you sit on the back of her motorcycle before driving across the city. Street lights illuminated the beautiful buildings until Natasha brought you to a slightly less bright area.

"Where are we?" you looked around at the big mansions, in awe of the sheer size of them.

"Home, detka."

#ybml writes #epiphany au #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #x reader #fluff #tw blood #tw injury #mommy natasha #older!nat #avengers #marvel #wanda maximoff #peter parker #yelena belova #bruce banner

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didisteponurmoment · 1 year

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I just got Covid even tho I never leave my house (lame) sooo for a request maybe wandanat / taking care of each other when sick or injured?

Always by your side

Summary ➞ Wanda and Natasha take care of each other after an accident and grow closer while dreaming of their future together.

Pairings ➞ Wandanat

Word count ➞ 1573

Warnings➞ none, some angst??

A/N ➞ Plz interact with this so I don’t feel like I’m writing to myself, also feel free to send in a request! I didn’t double-check this and English is not my first language so lmk if there some awful mistake. Thank you for your request!

Wanda and Natasha had been together for a few months now, but they had kept their relationship a secret from the rest of the Avengers. They didn't want to jeopardize their positions in the team, and they also enjoyed the privacy of their relationship.

One day, the Avengers were called on a mission to stop a group of terrorists who had taken over a high-security facility. The mission was dangerous, but the team was confident in their abilities. As they were making their way through the facility, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by the enemy. The fight was intense, and everyone was focused on taking down the terrorists.

In the midst of the chaos, Wanda and Natasha found themselves fighting side by side. They moved in perfect harmony, each one anticipating the other's moves. They were so in sync that it almost felt like they were one person. The fight was going well, and the team was making progress. But then, one of the terrorists threw a grenade at them. Wanda and Natasha were caught in the blast, and they were thrown several feet away. When they regained consciousness, they found themselves lying on the ground, covered in debris. Wanda tried to move, but she realized that she had injured her leg in the explosion. She looked around and saw Natasha lying next to her, unconscious.

"Wake up, Nat!" Wanda shouted, shaking her girlfriend. "Come on, wake up!"

Natasha stirred, groaning in pain. She opened her eyes and looked up at Wanda. "What happened?" she asked, her voice weak.

"We were hit by a grenade," Wanda replied, her voice trembling. "You're hurt, and I think I've injured my leg."

Natasha tried to sit up, but she winced in pain. "I can't move my arm," she said, tears streaming down her face. "It's broken."

Wanda looked at her with concern. "We need to get out of here," she said. "Can you walk?"

Natasha shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "You're going to have to carry me."

Wanda nodded, gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg. She lifted Natasha in her arms, holding her tightly, and started to move towards the exit. The other Avengers had managed to subdue the terrorists, and they were making their way towards Wanda and Natasha. When they saw them, they rushed over to help.

"Are you two okay?" Steve asked, his voice filled with concern.

Wanda shook her head. "We need medical attention," she said. "Nat's arm is broken, and I've hurt my leg."

"Let's get them out of here," Tony said, as he motioned to the others. "We'll take care of them."

Wanda and Natasha were rushed to the medical bay, where they were treated for their injuries. The rest of the team waited anxiously outside, hoping for good news.When the doctor finally came out, she had a smile on her face. "They're going to be okay," she said. "It'll take some time for them to recover, but they're going to be fine."The team let out a collective sigh of relief, and Wanda and Natasha were taken to their room to rest. They were battered and bruised, but they were grateful to be alive. And they were grateful to have each other.

As Wanda lay in bed, she turned to Natasha and said, "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do without you."

Natasha smiled weakly. "I'm not going anywhere," she answered.

After the accident, Wanda and Natasha spent several days recovering in their room. The team visited them often, bringing them food and checking on their progress. As they started to feel better, Wanda and Natasha became more affectionate with each other. They held hands and cuddled, grateful for each other's presence.

One day, Steve came to check on them. "Hey, how are you two doing?" he asked, smiling at them.

"We're doing okay," Wanda replied, smiling back. "Thanks for checking on us."

Steve nodded. "I just wanted to make sure you're both okay," he said. "I also wanted to talk to you about something."

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other, wondering what Steve wanted to talk about. "What is it?" Natasha asked.

"I think it's time you two told the team about your relationship," Steve said, his voice serious.

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other, surprised by Steve's suggestion. "What? Why?" Wanda asked, feeling a little panicked.

Steve sighed. "Look, I know you two want to keep things private, but I think it's time to come clean," he said. "The team cares about you, and they deserve to know the truth."

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other again, feeling unsure about Steve's suggestion. They had been so careful to keep their relationship a secret, and they weren't sure how the team would react.

"Think about it, okay?" Steve said, as he got up to leave. "I'll give you some time to talk it over."

Wanda and Natasha were left alone, feeling uneasy about Steve's suggestion. They knew he meant well, but they weren't sure if they were ready to tell the team.

"I don't know if I can do this," Wanda said, looking at Natasha with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared of what they'll think."

Natasha took Wanda's hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. "I know, baby," she said, her voice soft. "But we can do this. We have each other, and that's all that matters." Wanda nodded, feeling comforted by Natasha's words. She leaned in and kissed her, feeling grateful for her girlfriend's support.

The next day, the team came to check on them again. This time, they brought food and games, hoping to lift their spirits. As they sat around the room, playing board games and eating pizza, Wanda and Natasha looked at each other. They knew they had to tell the team, but they weren't sure how to do it.

Finally, Wanda cleared her throat, feeling nervous. "Guys, we need to talk to you about something," she said, her voice shaking a little.

The team looked at her, sensing her nervousness. "What is it?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle.

Wanda took a deep breath. "Natasha and I are together," she said, looking at Natasha for support.

The team was silent for a moment, processing the news. But then, Tony broke the silence with a smile. "Well, it's about time," he said, laughing. "We've been waiting for you two to figure it out."

The rest of the team nodded, smiling at Wanda and Natasha. They were relieved that the news wasn't met with anger or disappointment.

From that day on, Wanda and Natasha were more open about their relationship. They held hands in public and kissed each other on the cheek, feeling free to be themselves. And as they continued to recover from their injuries, Wanda and Natasha also took care of each other, grateful for the love and support they had.

One night, as they lay in bed together, Wanda felt a sharp pain in her side. She winced, feeling worried. "Natasha, something's wrong," she said, her voice trembling.

Natasha sat up, concern etched on her face. "What is it? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice urgent.

Wanda shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know, it hurts so much," she said, clutching her side.

Natasha quickly got out of bed, grabbing her phone. "I'm calling Bruce, he'll know what to do," she said, dialing his number.

Within minutes, Bruce arrived, his medical bag in tow. He examined Wanda, checking her vitals and asking her questions. "It looks like you have a ruptured appendix, Wanda. We need to get you to surgery right away," he said, his voice urgent. Wanda felt a sense of panic wash over her. She had never had surgery before, and the thought of it scared her. "Natasha, I don't know if I can do this," she said, tears streaming down her face.

Natasha took Wanda's hand, squeezing it tightly. "You can do this, baby, I'm right here with you," she said, her voice firm. Wanda nodded, feeling comforted by Natasha's words. They held hands as Wanda was wheeled into surgery, feeling scared but also grateful for each other's love.

After the surgery, Wanda was groggy and disoriented. But as she opened her eyes, she saw Natasha sitting by her bedside, a smile on her face. "Hey there, sleepyhead," Natasha said, brushing Wanda's hair out of her face. Wanda smiled weakly, feeling grateful to be alive. "Thanks for being here with me," she said, her voice hoarse.

Natasha leaned in, kissing Wanda's forehead. "Of course, I'll always be here for you," she said, her voice soft.

As Wanda continued to recover, she and Natasha grew even closer. They talked about their future together, dreaming of a life filled with love and adventure. And as they looked back on their journey, they knew that they had each other to thank for everything. Their love had helped them through the toughest of times, and they knew that it would continue to sustain them for years to come

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pigeonwhumps · 4 months

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🩹 for Kai :)

(Kai faints at the sight of his own blood. Vic's a nurse at HAL.)

"Kai! Move!" yells Lian.

Kai looks around, too slow to avoid the piercing, punching pain to his abdomen. The blade shoots out and across the room, no longer blade-shaped, but it's too late. Even from here he can see that it's covered in his blood.

Someone has him in their arms. They're nice and comfy, but he tries to push himself upright. His side might hurt like a bitch but he can still walk.

"No, Kai. You've been stabbed. Stop trying to walk."

That's Lian. Why shouldn't he be walking? His wound isn't that bad. Is it?

He looks down. Oh. That's a lot of blood.

"Aaand you're awake again. No, look straight ahead, keep your eyes on the exit, watch Santhiya on the wall, come on. No, don't look down, don't–"

There's someone really close to him this time. They have lots of fluffy hair. And what's he doing lying down in some sort of basket?

"Good, you're awake. I need you to stay awake, stay with me. Aside from the medical risk, you're hard to carry if your weight distribution keeps changing so much. Close your eyes until we get to the ambulance."

Kai really doesn't want to do that. He squints at the person's hands. Why are they so red?

Oh. Right. He's bleeding. It's his blood.

He can't see anything. He tries to weakly paw at his face, but he can't move his hand very well and it's gently set back down. Someone's holding his other one. Sirens wail.

"Sorry, Kai. Emergency measure. We need you awake. Morfydd's got your hand, and we'll talk you through the journey. We're in the ambulance now, you can probably hear the sirens, nearly back at HQ. I've managed to patch you up a little internally but I don't have the remaining energy to do much more."

Kai swallows, trying to rid himself of the swell of panic. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, he's in safe hands.

But what if he's not? What if it's a lie? Voices can be faked.

"We're coming into the ambulance park at HQ," says a quieter, higher voice from right beside him. "You're being wheeled out of the ambulance, and it's going to be bumpy, because of the ground, and disconcerting when we run. Try not to panic."

He does try. He tries very, very hard but he can't stop it.

He hears doors swing open.

"You're in medbay. We're going straight through to a theatre, and I'll stay with you. Heading in there now."

Kai flinches as something touches him, and gloved hands, and an unknown voice says, "I'm prepping the patient for surgery. Everything else ready to go."

It feels like a line's in. He doesn't like it. But before he knows it someone's asking him to count down from ten and he, terrified, obeys.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five–"

"Oh, hey. You back with us properly?"

Kai can see again, and he nods at the sight of Vic above him. He feels shaky and wobbly, like he wouldn't be able to move.

"What did you do?"

"Cleaned you up, fixed a bit of the internal wounds that Aaron didn't manage to do, blood transfusion, stitched you up. You weren't quite as bad as we worried but you did lose a lot of blood."

"I have some left, right?"

"Course you do," she smiles. "But right now, you gotta rest. Morfydd's impatient to tell you what you said when you were still under the influence of anaesthesia."

Kai blushes. He feels vulnerable, and he's useless (what's the point of a hero who can't look at their own blood?), and now this.

"I'm okay now, I can recover at home and be useful." He tries to stand.

There's a ripping sound.

Vic makes an exasperated noise. "They only just put those in! Lie back down, Kai."

Kai glances down at the most painful part of his body.

Oh.

That's red.

Nobody's here now. He's alone. No-one to stop him.

Why are they trying to stop him anyway? He's useless as a hero if he's stuck in the medbay.

"You back?" Aaron arches an eyebrow, and Kai nods. "Stop trying to stand. You've torn your stitches again. I swear to god, Kai..."

Phoenix slams through the doors to the treatment room, panting.

"Hi. Phoenix Costello, um, medical advocate. Whatever you do, don't, um, let Kai see his own blood."

Blood? What blood? Kai looks down at himself.

Oh.

That blood.

"You're an idiot, Kai," murmurs Phoenix. Kai turns to look at him.

Unfortunately, he happens to be on the same side as the nurse stitching him up. And there's still beads of blood around the newly-stitched wound.

"It wasn't even my fault that time."

"No, I know," murmurs Shawn, drawing blood into a little vial as Kai looks away. "There. Done."

Kai turns around to look at him, forgetting his blood samples are in a trolley near the bed, in his line of sight.

"So," declares Aaron, "You have an infection."

"I do?"

"Yes. Probably the dirt and grime of that warehouse. So I want to keep you in for longer, to monitor you."

"Oh. How long?"

"A few weeks? Depends how long it takes to heal, to be perfectly honest. Will you stay?"

Kai swallows. He doesn't want to, and honestly, he probably won't.

"I guess. Can I get out of bed now, though?"

"Yep. But since you keep tearing your stitches and fainting, I want someone to accompany you whenever you do, just in case something happens. You can still have your privacy in the bathroom, but you'll have to agree on a time to check in so we can be sure you're okay. I'm sorry."

"'s okay. Can I have Phoenix?" They're the best person for the job, he thinks, being a medical advocate already, and one of his best friends.

Aaron smiles. "Of course. I'm sure they'll be happy to help."

"Thank you."

"Not a problem. Now, your wound's swelled, and there's blood coming from around the stitches. I need to change the bandage, so look away."

Kai nods and does so. But he can't help glancing at it, it's like he's drawn to it and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

After that incident, the next couple of weeks pass relatively smoothly. Sure there was a problem or two with the blood test trolley before they learned to cover it up, but everyone visits, and Phoenix is good about not making him feel too bad about having to be accompanied everywhere. He still doesn't like it but it's not as bad as it could be.

Then, one day when he's flicking through some papers in bed, bored out of his mind, he catches his finger on one. It's only a papercut, but there's blood there and somehow it's enough.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

Kai growls in frustration. "It was a papercut. I'm fine."

"I meant after the faint," says Aaron patiently.

"Fine." There's a pause, and then he continues, voice clipped and angry, "I haven't fainted from a wound so small in years. What is wrong with me? Why the hell did I even sign up if I can't even handle the sight of my own blood? I'm completely useless. I'm such a coward."

"You're not," says Phoenix quietly, curled up in a chair, "Don't talk about yourself like that. You've saved me plenty of times. And others. Stop being so hard on yourself."

"They're right. I think the reason you fainted from a papercut was because you're already a turmoil of emotions, and–"

"So I am a coward."

"No. Absolutely not. You think there aren't other heroes in this organisation that need accommodations to work? Even Morfydd has a wheelchair, and sometimes they guess wrong about needing it and we have to go and pick them up. You know that. You wouldn't call them useless. You wouldn't call any of the other heroes who need help useless. Remember the times we've had to pick Phoenix up from a mission because their PTSD was triggered and just couldn't get themself out? Stop insulting yourself. Not to mention the implications of that statement."

And Kai feels incredibly guilty then. "Phoenix, I would never..."

"I know."

"Aaron, can I– can I go home? Please?"

"Your infection's still raging, it would be against medical advice."

"Please? I promise I'll try and look after myself. It's just, you're all trying your best and I like you but I can't stand being in here any longer. I feel so useless and vulnerable and maybe my flat won't help but it might. At least I have my own bed and more of my own things and I can help with research."

"You're supposed to be resting. But, as long as you let me come over to check on me regularly, yes, I will discharge you. Against medical advice."

"I'll make sure he rests."

Kai nods. He picks up his patchwork (very patchwork, there's patches on top of the patchwork) Elmer and holds it close, avoiding both of their eyes. He hates being so vulnerable in front of them but at least he's going home now.

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hbyrde36 · 8 months

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Chapter 8!

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Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

When Steve woke he was immediately overcome with a wave of nausea and a searing pain in the side of his neck. He felt so sick that he couldn’t even appreciate the fact that he was, by some miracle, still alive. He didn’t know where he was, the only thing he could see from his position was the blood-red fabric of the couch he was lying on, but he didn’t have the capacity to panic about that just yet. He was expending all of his energy trying not to throw up. He groaned, swallowing reflexively to keep the bile down.

“It’s the blood loss.” An unfamiliar voice said, from what sounded like only a few feet away.

Steve turned his head slowly to see who it belonged to. He found a young black man, a vampire, smiling down at him and holding a bottle of Gatorade out in his direction like an offering.

“The sooner you can sit up and drink some fluids. the sooner you’ll start feeling better.” The stranger explained.

“Who..” Steve started to ask, but the other man held up a hand, encouraging him to save his strength.

“I’m Jeff, a friend of Eddie’s. You’re in his office at Guilty Pleasures.”

The vampire helped him to a sitting position, which Steve allowed because, one, he was too weak to fight him off, and two, he didn’t want to be a dick when the guy was just trying to be nice. He took his time, sipping on the drink until it was about half gone, but eventually he had to start asking questions.

“Why didn’t Billy kill me? Why bring me here?”

Jeff shrugged. “Maybe he thinks he can use you for something. Also, it’s…frowned upon, to harm another vampire’s human servant.”

“But, I'm not..” Steve insisted, weakly.

“How you feel is irrelevant.” The vampire said, waving off his objection. “Eddie has marked you twice. You are his and he is yours. Might as well get used to the idea.”

Steve glared at him.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer Billy had killed you?”

“Yes!…No!…I don’t know!” Steve hissed.

He looked away first, fishing his phone out of his pocket and angrily thumbed through it looking for the Uber app. He remembered double parking last night and assumed his car would have been towed.

“Any idea what tow company The Corroded Coffin would use?” Steve asked. He didn’t really expect Jeff to know, but it was worth a try. The last thing he wanted to do was spend half the day calling all over town looking for his car.

“No, but if you’re worried about your car, it’s parked out front. Whoever brought you here last night brought it too.”

“Oh.” Steve patted his pockets, his keys were there. “Thanks.”

When it seemed like he was no longer in danger of passing out again, Jeff excused himself. Sunrise wasn’t far off, and he’d needed to get to wherever it was he normally slept off the daylight hours.

Once alone, Steve drained the rest of the sports drink quickly and decided to risk standing. He was a little woozy but feeling better by the minute. He left the office, venturing out into the club beyond to make his way to the exit. It was empty at this hour of the morning, of course, and he found himself staring at the pole set in the middle of the center stage as he crossed the room. He flushed all over, recalling his dream about Eddie.

Steve ground his teeth, angry at himself for reacting to the memory this way. There was nothing he could do about how attractive Eddie was, it was a simple fact, an undeniable law of the universe. What he could do, is remind himself that this monster, no matter how pretty, had trapped him into some magical lifelong bond bullshit without his consent.

The moment his foot hit the sidewalk he unlocked his phone and pressed the button to call Nancy.

“Steve?” She sounded groggy, as if he had woken her up. In fairness It was barely 6am, so he probably had.

“I know the master of the city’s daytime resting place.” Steve stated, no patience for greetings or formalities.

“Great, tell me.” She sounded instantly more awake. It almost made him smile. Almost.

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.” Steve offered. He had no intention of giving her the information and calling it a day. He wanted to see that motherfucker’s corpse for himself.

“Does that mean you want in on it?” Nancy asked.

He waited until he was safely in the car with the door shut before replying. “He killed Chrissy last night.”

“..Oh Steve. I'm so sorry.”

“Can you meet me at my house in 20?”

Nancy beat him there, but at least this time she opted to wait outside instead of breaking into his house. She took one look at him and her jaw dropped, no doubt having spotted the bite wound on his neck.

Inside, Steve filled her in on a little bit more of what he’d been up to for the past few days. He didn’t share every detail, and purposely said nothing at all about Eddie, but gave her the bare minimum of information to explain his plan.

He wanted to get in contact with Gareth, the young wererat king who had inadvertently helped him that first night. If the rats would tell him and Nancy how they got into that basement room, they could sneak in during the day and take Billy and Neil out while they slept without having to fight through any daytime security. It was a good plan, she quickly agreed.

Steve didn’t have any contacts in that part of the supernatural world himself, but Robin did. He sent her off a short text asking if she could get him in touch with Gareth, or someone close to him, but left it at that. He couldn’t tell her about the bite, not yet, she’d lose her mind and probably kidnap him in some misguided attempt at keeping him safe.

He didn’t tell her about Chrissy either. He wasn’t ready to think about it too hard yet, much less talk about it. Robin responded right away, and mercifully didn’t question him on the why, though he knew she would do just that later.

He was dead on his feet, still suffering the effects of blood loss, compounded by the lack of any real sleep. Unconsciousness didn’t quite count, did it?

Nancy ordered him to take a shower and a nap, and for once he was more than happy to comply. He could rest easy knowing she was there watching his back.

Steve sighed, becoming aware of the delicious tickle of fingertips running up and down body. Their path began low on his thigh and trailed slowly up, taking a detour in the dip of his hip, before gliding over the firm plane of his stomach and through his chest hair, coming to rest briefly in the hollow of his throat before reversing the process and beginning again.

His eyes remain closed, all the better to enjoy the sensation of someone else’s hands on him. He didn’t quite remember falling asleep, but this was certainly the most lovely way to wake up.

His thoughts were fuzzy, jumbled. He didn’t know who was in the bed with him, but for some reason the idea didn’t scare him the way it should have. He fought to open his eyelids and finally succeeded, finding the most beautiful face of pale skin and deep brown eyes filling his field of vision.

Eddie hovered above him, his pretty pink mouth mere inches away from Steve’s own.

“Hi sweetheart.” Eddie said, grinning in a way that displayed his dimples in all their glory. He dipped down, lips brushing over Steve's in a featherlight kiss. It was jarring, so unlike the frenzied and passionate exchanges they had shared so far.

Something niggled at the back of Streve’s mind. “Eddie, Is this real?” He asked, whispering into the space between them when Eddie finally pulled away.

“As real as a dream can be I suppose, big boy.” Eddie moved away to lay on his side, propped up on one elbow.

Steve sat up and pushed himself against the headboard, desperate to put more space between himself and the other man before he did something stupid.

“That wasn’t exactly an answer. Are you really a dream or is this more vampire mind trick crap?”

“This is a dream.” Eddie said, gesturing at the general area around them. “But I am very real. My body may not actually be present in the room with you, but I am here.”

Steve's heart raced, something he didn’t know was possible to feel in a dream. Of course, he hadn’t known any of this was possible before now. “What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me?”

Eddie smirked, drawing mindless circles into the sheet with a finger. “Why, have you not been having a good time?”

“That’s not the point, Eddie! You’ve been invading my dreams, making me do things!” Steve shouted.

Eddie didn’t miss a beat. “Let me stop you right there, sweet thing. I haven't been making you DO anything. You have free will here, they are your dreams after all. Besides, you could keep me out if you wanted to, but you’ve been so busy enjoying yourself that It didn't even occur to you to try, did it?”

Embarrassment, fear, and anger mingled together in Steve's mind to create a very potent cocktail of rage. It was all that was needed to spur him on, to try and force Eddie out. He said nothing, just closed his eyes and concentrated on his task.

When Eddie spoke next his voice held a hint of panic. “Wait, Steve. Please. I’m sorry, okay? I can help you with Billy if you just..”

“No, Eddie! I don’t want your help!” Steve screamed as loud as he could, and when he opened his eyes again, the vampire was gone. Lying in his place was a single red rose.

“Steve! Steve! Wake up!”

It took Steve what felt like a very long time to open his eyes. He could feel Nancy shaking his shoulder and calling to him, trying to rouse him, but it sounded like it was coming from another room, or miles away. It was hard to tell. When he did manage to finally wake up completely, she punched him in the arm, hard.

“What the hell? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “How long were you trying to wake me up?” He sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to focus on the clock.

“A while.”

“Sorry.” He apologized again. It’s not like he had done it on purpose or anything, but he still felt bad. He wasn’t used to seeing Nancy rattled.

“It’s okay, just, you were talking and shouting in your sleep, and then you wouldn’t wake up.” She was staring so intently at his face that it was making him squirm. Nancy had a way of looking through you, of figuring things out, and that’s the last thing he felt like dealing with right now.

Steve nodded and looked away, reaching for his phone on the nightstand as a distraction. He wanted to see if there were any new messages from Robin. He had apparently been asleep for a couple hours.

“Who’s Eddie?” Nancy asked.

Steve dropped his phone in surprise and it clattered loudly to the floor. His eyes snapped back to hers, too quickly to not be suspicious. “No one. It doesn’t matter.” He grit out, tone making it clear that the subject was not up for discussion.

She raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, fine.”

He climbed off the bed and retrieved his phone. There was a message from Robin, which he read aloud to Nancy. The rat king had agreed to meet with Steve at the Waffle house out by the airport at 10pm. Robin also asked if he wanted her to go with him. He knew she was worried, and he felt bad about keeping things from her, but the situation had become far too dangerous. He thanked her for the help but said he was fine, reluctantly adding that he was taking backup in the form of Nancy Wheeler, when she threatened to show up to the meeting anyway. Robin wasn’t Nancy’s biggest fan, but she knew there wasn’t anyone better to have on your side in a fight, so she agreed to stay safe at home as long as he filled her in on every detail when he could.

“We need to clean that bite before we go anywhere.” Nancy said, as he set the phone down.

Steve nodded, knowing this was coming. He’d carefully washed the area in the shower earlier, but that’s not the kind of cleansing Nancy meant. If they didn’t purify the bite with holy water, a painful process that would feel like pouring acid in the wound, Billy would be able to find him no matter where he was, and maybe even control him. Avoiding that was worth a little discomfort.

A half hour and two bottles of holy water later, the bite was officially clean, and no longer burned when the blessed liquid was poured over it. He sat huddled on the floor of the bathroom and relearned how to breathe.

Steve’s phone had, rather annoyingly, been ringing almost constantly through the entire process. Now that they were done, Nancy had gone to fetch it for him. It began to ring again as she re-entered the room.

It was the office calling, probably wondering if he was planning on showing up today after calling out the past two nights.

“Hello?”

“Steven, how kind of you to finally pick up the phone.”

Steve grimaced, It was his father, not the secretary he was expecting to deal with, fuck.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of something.” He weakly explained.

“Yes, it seems you’ve been very busy lately, which brings me to the reason for my call. I was just wondering if you were going to grace us with your presence tonight, or if you had another bullshit excuse for why you need to reschedule one of our most high-profile clients?” Bert sounded pissed.

“What high-profile client?” Steve asked.

“Mayor Kline, of course.”

“But his appointment isn’t for another two weeks?”

“He called this morning, said he needed to move it up. He wants his nephew raised as soon as possible, and for some reason insists you be the one to do it. You had an open timeslot this evening and I had no reason to refuse, so you better get your ass out to that cemetery by 9pm or so help me god you are fired.”

The cemetery wasn’t that far from the waffle house, if he was quick about it, he could make this work and not lose his main source of income.

“Fine.” Steve spat, before taking a deep breath and continuing on in a much calmer manner. “I mean yes, no problem. I will be there.”

“Good. And, Steven?”

“Hm?”

“I want to see you in my office tomorrow afternoon. We need to have a talk.”

“Can’t wait.” Steve snarked, hanging up before his dad could say anything more.

Nancy was gaping at him. “Did you really just take a job for tonight? Don’t we have more important things to worry about?”

Steve groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t really have a choice if I wanted to continue to be able to pay my rent. It’s fine, there's enough time to do both, as long as you don’t mind riding along to a zombie raising.”

Nancy shrugged. “Never seen that part of your work before, could be fun.”

It was 9:30, Steve and Nancy had been waiting graveside for over 45 minutes and it was becoming more obvious by the minute that his client wasn't going to show.

“We should just go.” Steve said.

“I thought you were worried about losing your job?” Nancy pointed out.

“Not my fault the guy didn’t show.”

Steve hoisted his work bag over his shoulder and bent to pick up the old dog crate that he used to transport the chickens. He wasn’t sure what to do with them now, he’d never had a client pull a no-show before. It was too hot to leave them in the car when they went to meet Gareth, granted they were intended to be used as a sacrifice, but suffocating to death in a hot car was too cruel. At least when he used them in the ritual their deaths were quick and painless.

He was considering opening the cage doors and letting them run free when he heard Nancy’s sharp intake of breath.

“Steve?” She whisper-shouted.

He followed her line of sight and spotted the problem. About 30 feet away a figure sat crouched between two headstones, staring at them. It had long black talons on its hands and feet, and Its mottled gray skin almost seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Steve froze, recalling the poor groundskeeper’s fate. If this creature was part of the pack that did that, they could be in trouble here.

“Nance, we need to get out of here, now.”

“What is that thing?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of it.

“A ghoul, and he’s probably not alone.”

“Are they dangerous?”

“Not usually, unless you’re injured, but I have reason to believe ghouls killed a groundskeeper here a few days ago, so I'm not taking any chances.”

The two of them started slowly backing up in the direction of his car, keeping the creature in sight the whole time, until a chittering sound from behind had them stopping in their tracks. Steve whirled, trusting Nancy to keep her eye on the other one, and found two more of them perched on the roof of his car. Shit.

“Would shooting them do any good?” Nancy asked, easing her hand towards the small of her back.

“They can only be killed by decapitation or fire, so, maybe with enough shots to the neck?” Steve replied, reaching under his arm for his own weapon.

Another figure stepped out from behind a tall monument, not far from the first ghoul. The man spoke loudly as he approached. “Keep those hands where I can see them, Mr. Harrington, Ms. Wheeler.”

It was Brenner, and he had a shotgun aimed right at Steve's chest.

Steve raised his hands, palms out, and Nancy followed suit. Two on one, he knew they could take the older man, but not if he took buckshot to the chest. The ghouls were a wildcard, but Steve had a sneaking suspicion. It hadn’t escaped his notice that the creatures never once looked in Brenner’s direction. Could he be controlling them somehow?

“I appreciate the fact that you haven’t yet told Billy about my…condition, but I can't take the risk that you won’t change your mind in the future.”

More ghouls spilled into the area as he spoke. There had to be at least 9 of them now.

Steve was confused to say the least. “Why would it matter if Billy found out? So you can’t raise the long-dead, who cares? You can still walk in the daylight, do his bidding. Shit, he’ll probablty like you better now, being that you are technically dead, it’s one more thing you two have in common besides being complete fucking assholes.”

Brenner laughed, which was not quite the response Steve was expecting.

“Ah, so I see you havn’t connected the dots yet. It seems I gave you too much credit, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve would like to say he figured it out right then on his own, but it wasn’t until the moonlight caught on the necklace peeking out through Brenners shirt that it dawned on him. The necklace. Magic that demanded a high cost. Like blood. Like death. No wonder he was afraid of Billy finding out his secret.

“You’re the vampire murderer. That’s how you feed the spell to keep you alive.”

“Precisely. Bit slow, but you got there.”

Steve scowled. “So what, you’re just going to shoot us?”

“Actually, I was planning on letting the ghouls have you. Better if it looks like a random attack. You understand.”

Steve flinched as Nancy’s shot rang out, she had taken advantage of the distraction of their conversation and drew her gun. The bullet hit Benner in the chest, causing him to drop his shotgun. He and Nancy tried to rush the man but several ghouls stepped in front of him, blocking their path, and any chance at getting another shot off.

“You afraid of a little pain, Brenner? You know the bullets can’t kill you, not with that thing around your neck.” Steve taunted.

“True enough, young man, but I don't know what would happen if I was shot in the head, and I have no intention of finding out.”

“How is it you’re controlling them?” Steve had to know, it’s not something he’d ever heard of.

Surprisingly, the other man answered. “I don’t really know. They started flocking to me when I came out of my grave and followed my orders with only the barest hint of my will forced upon them. It’s fascinating, really. They are useful little things.”

If the guy was going to be so generous with his answers, Steve figured he might as well keep going.

“I get why you killed the other vampires, you were doing what you had to do to stay alive, and Tommy had tormented you, but why kill the groundskeeper?”

Brenner shrugged. “I was trying out a few new techniques. Consider it target practice.”

“You son of a bitch, he was a human being! He was innocent, he didn’t deserve that.”

“And the vampires did?”

“I..I don’t know.” Certainly Tommy had, but what did Steve really know about the others?

“Hmm, someone is having a crisis of conscience. I wonder if that has anything to do with a certain dark haired master vampire, or perhaps the young Dustin who seems to love you so much.”

“Dustin?” Nancy gasped.

“Later.” Steve said to her before returning his attention back to Brenner. “Enough chatter, asshole. Stop hiding behind your minions and fight, unless you’ve decided to just talk us to death.”

“Unfortunately, I have somewhere to be. I’m sorry it had to be like this, truly.”

At his last words the ghouls surged towards them, covering Brenner’s escape.

Steve turned to Nancy, they needed to run, and fast, but she was busy rifling through her purse.

“Odd time to want to touch up your lipstick.” He said.

“Shut up” She murmured, finally coming up victorious with a lighter and a can of hairspray.

“What’s that for?” Steve asked, dumbfounded.

“Someone was never a Girl Scout”

Nancy stepped in front of him as she lit the lighter and sprayed the aerosol can, aiming the small improvised flamethrower at the closest of the creatures. They cowered away from the flames, and slowly but surely Nancy was able to clear them a path to the car.

“Scouts my ass.” Steve mumbled, rushing to the driver's seat and shoving the key into the ignition.

The spray sputtered and died just as Nancy bumped into the passenger door. She screamed, tossing the now empty can at the head nearest ghoul and throwing herself into the seat.

“Drive, Steve, Drive!”

He peeled out, sending dirt and rocks flying as he sped down the unpaved road that ran the length of the cemetery. The creatures pursued their car, but weren’t fast enough to keep up. By the time Steve turned onto the actual road, they were nothing but a spec in his rear view mirror.

Chapter 9

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Warning: This is an one short of the massive headcanon I have between Kaga and Homu. This is more of a personal and emotional headcanon for Homu. Sorry for any mistakes! I hope you enjoy! :)

"We'll meet again, Homu. It's okay. You'll be okay without me. I'll always be by your side. Don't forget that, okay?"

Homu stared blankly at the ground as she walked. Those words, those last words that her twin sister was able to say to her before her spark in her eyes, disappeared. An image that haunted Homu for years since the accident, even in her dreams. Why did that have to happen? Why did she have to lose the other piece of her? Why?

Her train of thought got interrupted once she heard a familiar voice of a male. Her gaze lifted to spot her club leader speaking with his girlfriend, the famous Megami Saikou. The person Kaga was able to win her heart, surprisingly. By the looks of it, Kaga was rambling about who knows what while Megami listened to him with a small smile on her lips. The third floor hallways were always empty during club activities. No one really would come to the third floor for obvious and dangerous reasons.

Homu watched the power couple from a far with a blank expression she always had on her face. Kaga leaned in and pecked Megami's cheek as the two said their goodbyes. Megami walked off to do her duties while Kaga walked towards the direction of Homu, which was also the direction of the science club. Kaga smiled widely at his club member,"Morning Homu!"

"Morning."Homu replied,"I thought Megami would be busy with her duties. Not here with you."

"Oh, she had a bit of time to talk with me. We don't really see each other unless it's lunchtime or outside of school."

"Right."Homu mumbled,"Is she treating you well?"

"Of course."

"Does she show you affection?"

"Uh, yeah. Privately, she does. In public, not really. I'm mostly the one who does it."He responded, keeping the bright smile on his face.

"Does she love you?"

"Yes."

Homu stared at her leader before asking,"Are you happy?"

Kaga blinked at the unexpected questions that Homu was asking him. He nodded,"Of course I am. Megami can be hard to understand and handle, but I don't mind. I love her just the way she is. I'm happy just being by her side. In a way, she's like my other piece of me that I've been searching for. Quite cheesy, huh?"He chuckled. Homu's eyes stared at the mad scientist before her eyes softened, seeing the certain spark in Kaga's eyes.

The same one as hers.

That spark that lit up in Kaga's eyes was just like hers. That same spark that disappeared in front of her.

"Please, hang on. Please? The ambulance is coming. Just stay with me..."Homu gasped, holding onto her twin's hand. Her twin sister stared at her, gasping for air as the two were trapped in the car that was upside down. The two were lying down on their stomachs after getting out of their seat belts. Her twin sister mumbled,"Homu..."

"Please. Stay with me... we need to hold on a little longer. Please."Homu begged, ignoring the pain she was in. The only priority she had was keeping her sister awake and safe. She tightened her grip on her hand. Her twin sister kept her eyes on her, feeling her body in pain along with blood coming out from her wounds,"We... have been here for.. the past 10 minutes. I can't wait a little... longer."

"Don't say that! They're coming! Don't worry, just stay with me please! Please..."Homu cried out as her eyes watered, bringing her sister's hand closer to her face, holding onto it for dear life as her body trembled.

"I'm sorry..."Her sister whispered out.

"Please... please. S-Stay with me. I can't lose you. You're my other half, remember? We stuck together and always, remember?"

"I will always be by your side, Homu..."

"Stop it."

"You're part of me, and... I'm part of you. We are one and will always be... even if one of us dies."

"Stop it!"Homu cried out as her eyes watered more, glaring at her sister in anger,"Stop it!" Her twin smiled weakly,"You... You were always the overprotective one between us and s-stubborn, too."She reached her other hand out and placed it on top of Homu's,"We'll meet again."

Homu's lips quivered, listening to her sister,"Please..."

"We'll meet again, Homu. It's okay."

"It's not okay! I can't live without you! You're my other half! What's the point of being a twin when you're not here with me?!"Homu cried out to her as tears escaped her eyes. Her twin kept her weak smile,"You'll be okay without me... I'll always be by your side. Don't forget that, okay?..."

Homu watched her twin stare at her before the spark in her sister's eyes slowly disappeared as her grip loosened, and her body became limp as her lifeless eyes now stared at Homu.

Homu's eyes widened,"Sis?"She tug on her hand to see if she would get a reaction.

Nothing.

Homu immediately panicked,"Sis!?"She did it harder with the little strength she had left.

Nothing.

Homu's breathing immediately became unstable as tears uncontrollably dropped her cheeks before bloodly screaming her sister's name as she sobbed, holding onto her dead sister's hand.

A hand pressed against Homu's cheek. Homu blinked, watching Kaga wipe her cheek. "You're crying again."Kaga pointed out. Homu reached out to her face and touched the wet trail that was left behind by a tear,"Oh."Homu wiped off the wet trails and tears with her sleeve of her lab coat,"I apologize."

"No need. It's a normal human body function. Everyone needs to cry once in a while."Kaga smiled. Homu looked at Kaga again, seeing the same spark in his eyes of determination and passion that her twin sister once had. Immediately after, her eyes crowded up with tears again but kept her blank stare. Kaga watched the tears escape the corner of Homu's eyes.

"...May I hug you?"Homu asked.

"You don't need to ask. It's not like it's the first time you do it- Oh!"Homu wrapped her arms around the scientist's waist, giving him an embrace. She had her ear pressed against his chest.

"Guys, she's doing it again."Yaku whispered to the other two who were spying on the two,"Should I take another picture?"

"No."Horo responded, side-eyeing him.

"No need for that, Yaku. At this point, we should get used to it and not ask her about it."Meka shot Yaku a glance.

"Alright. Alright."Yaku mumbled.

Kaga wrapped his arms around her, returning the embrace. Homu listened closely to the heartbeat of Kaga's heart. The tears continuously escape her eyes, listening to the heartbeat she wished she could hear from her twin. She buried her face into the male's chest as she quietly sobbed. The only person who could hear it was Kaga. Something he was already used to, and he knew the reason why.

Kaga tightened the embrace, letting her sob.

Once the club activities were over, Homu walked down the staircase to the second floor to go to her class that was on the first floor, but she stopped when she spotted a familiar long silver hair walking down the hallway, making her way to class. Homu pulled out her phone and looked at the clock. I have a bit of time.

She put her phone away and made her way after Megami,"Saikou!"She called out to get her attention.

Megami stopped on her tracks and glanced over her shoulder to see Homu making her way towards her,"Morning Kurusu. Do you need something?"

"I want to talk to you about the relationship between you and Kaga."

"Is there a problem?"

"Not a problem. I just want to speak with you about it."

"Go on."

"Do you love him?"

Megami blinked at the question,"I beg your pardon?"

"Do you love him?"Homu repeated.

"Of course I do."

"Would you do anything in your power for him to make him happy and keep him safe?"

"Yes."Megami immediately answered.

"You wouldn't hurt him, right?"

"No. Of course not."

Homu stared at her and asked,"Would you protect him from your own family?"

Megami nodded,"Yes. I know how my family is. I won't let them interfere with my lover or even let them hurt him in any way." Before Homu could ask another question, Megami stopped her,"Why are you asking me these questions?" Homu paused for a moment before speaking,"The science club is the closest thing I have as a family. I have my parents as well, but that's another story. The science club is the only people I hang out with and stick with during the school hours and outside of campus. Kaga, Horo, Yaku, and Meka are my family. I can't bear the thought of them being hurt in any way possible. Kaga is like a brother to me. He reminds me so much of someone whom I adored and admired. You make him happy, and he loves you. I don't want him to be heartbroken because of you, so I have a request for you."

Megami remained quiet, letting Homu continue.

"Take good care of him, please. I understand Kaga can be unpredictable, a maniac, and well, dangerous, but he has a good heart... somewhere."Homu explained to her, keeping her eyes glued to the tall woman,"Just don't hurt him."

A small smile formed on Megami's lips,"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

Homu stared at her to see if she was serious. She let out a deep sigh once she confirmed that Megami was being serious,"Thank you."

Megami nodded,"Want me to walk you to class? It's already late. I don't want the teacher to be mad at you."

"Yes, please."Homu nodded and gave her a small bow,"Thank you."

The two stood next to each other and started to walk to Homu's classroom.

I would do anything to make him happy and make sure that spark never leaves.

"Homu!"

Homu turned her head to spot Kaga walking towards her and the group as they were sitting down at a round table in the plaza to eat their lunch.

Sure, he can be unpredictable, a maniac, dangerous, a hazard, and strange.

Kaga sat down on the empty spot they had for him. Horo glanced down at the bento Kaga placed on the table,"I see you're finally eating." Kaga sighed deeply,"I have to eat, or else Megami will be angry at me if I don't try to eat something."

"I know how that feels."Horo shot a quick glance at Yaku. Yaku ate his bento peacefully,"Your body needs food, Horo. Without it, it won't have enough energy to function."He explained, having his eyes glued onto his bento.

"Yeah. Yeah."Horo rolled his eyes as he started to eat his bento. Meka swallowed her food and tsked,"What a waste of time. Sometimes, I wish I was a mega robot. I don't have to worry about my human needs anymore."

Homu listened to them as she put a piece of her food in her mouth and chewed on it. "How was class?"Kaga asked Homu. Homu swallowed her food and looked at Kaga,"It was boring. Most of the topics she teaches us, I already know, so it was quite boring to sit there until lunch time."

"Me too, but I had time to sketch out a new gadget to make! Do you want to hear about it?!"Kaga smiled widely at Homu as his eyes sparked. Homu stared at her leader and nodded. Kaga gasped happily before immediately started to ramble about the new gadget he planned and sketched out during class.

Homu listened to him.

Her spark, passion, and determination faded away from me within seconds. Something I wish I could unsee from my mind. I miss her. I really do. Every single day, I wish that she was here to see what I've accomplished during my years of still being alive. I've been so focused on building a robot that resembles her to bring her back to me. A goal I've put on myself, but...

Homu stared at the scientist next to her, who was still explaining to her his new gadget idea.

Her spark, passion, and determination are within Kaga. Something I thought I've never see again. He has it. I may not have my other half with me. I'm never going to see her again. A piece of me went with her that day, but maybe she was right. I'll be okay without her. She will always be by my side in different ways without me knowing or realizing it at first.

Kaga continued to ramble about his new idea before showing Homu a sketch of it that he did on a paper during class.

Her spark will remain on this earth as long as I remember her every single day.

Kaga looked at Homu with his wide smile as his eyes sparked with passion and determination.

His bright spark will remain bright as it is now as long as I live,

A small smile formed on her lips.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Faithful, chapter 2 - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

This is the second (and final) chapter to this story. Chapter 1 can be found HERE.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Short summary: Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel. Word count: 2108 Warnings: contains magical injury, mentions of blood, passing out and magical healing.

A/N: this story is already posted on my FF.net and AO3 account, but now posted onto here as well.

(GIF by me)

Dumbledore and Newt waited until Grindelwald was taken away and the last of the Ministry officials had Disapparated.

"Now it's our time to go." Dumbledore tightened his grip on Newt's arm and turned on the spot. Newt felt the familiar, yet somewhat unpleasant, sensation of Side-Along Apparition. Whatever destination Dumbledore had in mind for them, Newt would be taken there, too.

After a few seconds and a whirlwind of blurry images, Newt's feet slammed into the ground at their destination. The impact made him stagger so much that he needed Dumbledore's steady physique next to him to remain standing.

Newt inhaled the cool night air and the smell of pine trees, and he immediately knew where they were. There, sitting on top of a hill, by the edge of a large lake, lay Hogwarts Castle.

"Why did you take me here?" Newt asked weakly. His energy was even more rapidly draining than before now. "It is the only place in the entire world that I trust to be safe," Dumbledore answered, "and a place where I know you will feel at ease while you recover."

"How are we getting to the castle?" It hadn't eluded Newt that they had Apparated at the edge of the school grounds, and he remembered fairly well that Apparating inside Hogwarts grounds was not possible. "I'm afraid we have to walk." Dumbledore looked genuinely sorry about this. "I know I'm asking a lot of you, but given the current circumstances, I did not think it wise to lower the school's security in any way." Newt nodded shortly. He knew Dumbledore had made the right choices, but still was not looking forward to this next part. He was feeling shaky and unsteady from his wounds, and it was getting worse by the second. "I'm– I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it all that way," Newt confessed. "We're not in a hurry." A compassionate smile played on Dumbledore's lips. "Take all the time you need."

Dumbledore made sure that Newt could properly lean on him for support, and did not pressure him in any way. "Whenever you're ready." Newt carefully took a step forward. Dumbledore moved forward with him, always making sure that Newt had plenty of support. He let Newt determine their tempo, and would wait patiently whenever Newt needed to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

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It took a long time, but finally they set foot in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts Castle. It was just as Newt remembered it, with the Great Hall on one side and the giant marble staircase on the other. Even though Newt was heavily weakened by his injuries and barely able to hold onto consciousness, it still felt like coming home.

Dumbledore had already felt Newt's weight grow heavier against him, so it did not come as a surprise when Newt started to sag. "It's alright, give into it." Dumbledore gently guided Newt to lie down on the marble floor of the entrance hall. Newt was as good as unresponsive by now, the injuries of the day finally taking the better of him.

Hurried, slippered footsteps announced the arrival of someone. Dumbledore looked up to find Professor McGonagall coming down the marble staircase. With her wand at the ready to fend off possible intruders, she trotted down the stairs.

"Albus?" She was clearly shaken up. "Is that you?" "Yes, Minerva," Dumbledore answered calmly. "Would you please wake up Madam Pomfrey? Her assistance is urgently needed." "Is that… Mr. Scamander?" McGonagall only now had a better look at the person lying on the floor. "It is," Dumbledore answered serenely, "Madam Pomfrey, Minerva, please." "Yes, of course." McGonagall hurried back up the steps and disappeared from view.

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Dumbledore brought Newt over to the hospital wing, and arrived there at the same time McGonagall arrived with Madam Pomfrey.

The matron took one look at Newt and immediately determined this was serious. "Over here." She motioned to one of the beds. Dumbledore carefully laid Newt down on it, and retreated to the side to give the matron the space she needed to do her job.

McGonagall came to stand next to Dumbledore. "Does this mean Grindelwald was captured, Albus?" He nodded slowly. "It indeed does." "What happened to Mr. Scamander?" McGonagall stared horror-struck as Madam Pomfrey pulled aside Newt's coat and revealed the lacerations to his chest and shoulders. "They duelled," Dumbledore spoke thoughtfully, "I can think of some of the curses he's been hit with. McGonagall shook her head in disbelief. "It's a wonder he survived." "Come now, Minerva, don't underestimate him." The usual twinkle was back in Dumbledore's eyes as he spoke. "Newt knows how to stand his ground. You should see some of the creatures he works with."

Madam Pomfrey had chosen that moment to come over to Dumbledore. "Those are some serious injuries, Albus," she said disapprovingly, "only dark magic could cause those." "I know, I know." Dumbledore held up his hands to stop the reprimand he knew would follow. "But nothing I can't heal," she continued, "it will take time for him to recover properly from this, but I have all the spells and ointments ready to treat him." "Thank you, Poppy." Dumbledore smiled at her. Madam Pomfrey mumbled something no one quite caught, and set to work on Newt's injuries.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "I need you to travel to London, to the Leaky Cauldron, and find a man named Jacob Kowalski." "Who is he?" McGonagall looked rather confused by this request. "A Muggle in a wizard's inn will probably be easy to find." Dumbledore grinned at his own remark. "You will find him to be in possession of something very valuable to Newt, and I need you to escort Mr. Kowalski here." The dozens of questions shone on McGonagall's face, but she didn't ask them. "Right away."

Dumbledore silently sat down in the chair by Newt's bed. Madam Pomfrey was applying ointment to the wounds on Newt's chest and back, and topped it off with a generous amount of bandages. She tutted a few times disapprovingly during her treatment, but made no further comments.

"I don't know what else you have planned for this man, Albus," she began after a short while, "but he needs rest for at least the next few days. Absolute rest." "Certainly." Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "He will feel the after-effects of this for quite a while." She shook her head once more to show her disapprovement, before leaving for her office.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair. The hunt for Grindelwald had dominated his life in the past few months, and now, all of a sudden, it was over. It had cost him, surely. The very result of that was lying right in front of him. He did not know what the next few days would bring him, but for now his main concern was Newt. Dumbledore would not even think of anything else until he was sure Newt would be alright and would make a full recovery.

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Newt slowly felt the comforts of sleep leave him. He willed it to overtake him once more, for he was still utterly tired, but it would not. He listened to the sounds around him. It was mostly quiet, but far in the distance were sounds of people talking and laughing.

"Lunch hour at Hogwarts." A solemn voice suddenly spoke. "My favourite time of the day."

Newt slowly opened his eyes to find Dumbledore standing by the window beside his bed. The professor stood with his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, staring out of the window with a faint smile on his face. He observed his students having fun in the snow in the courtyard below. How he knew Newt was awake before the younger man was even fully aware of it himself, was a mystery.

"... Wh–what?" Newt stammered, still dazed with sleep. He made a feeble attempt to push himself more upright. "No, no, don't do that." Dumbledore stopped Newt from moving. "Or Madam Pomfrey will have my head." Newt lay back against his pillows. He had to admit that moving hurt quite a bit, so he would have probably stayed put without Dumbledore's intervention as well.

Dumbledore sat down in the chair by the bed. He gave Newt a friendly, yet intriguing stare. Suddenly his face broke into a smile as he held up a flat hand, where Pickett was swinging from one of the long, slender fingers. "This is a funny little fellow." "Pickett," Newt mumbled, relieved. Dumbledore shortly placed his hand on the bed covers, so Pickett could scurry over to Newt and sit down on his chest. Newt smiled briefly at the little creature seeking his company.

"Newt…" Dumbledore began. The tone of his voice indicated he meant to start a serious conversation. "What happened last night was more than I could ever have asked of you." "Did the Ministry arrest Grindelwald?" Newt ignored Dumbledore's remark. "Yes." Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap. "All thanks to you." "Yet you do not seem at ease." Newt tried to read Dumbledore's expression. "Grindelwald is a smart and powerful wizard, Newt" Dumbledore answered thoughtfully, "he will try to escape, and we cannot rule out that getting captured was even part of his plan." "So, last night was utterly useless." Newt shrugged. He had suddenly lost all confidence in his actions. "Absolutely not." Dumbledore sounded somewhat stern now. "Do not ever doubt the choices that you've made." Newt chuckled softly, plucking at his bedsheets. "How often have you told me that already?" "Apparently, not often enough," Dumbledore smiled.

Newt stared at his own knees now, avoiding at all cost to look Dumbledore in the eye. The older wizard did not seem bothered by this at all. He merely watched Newt with interest.

Dumbledore broke the silence after a short while. "Do you know what amuses me, Newt?" "Hogwarts at lunch hour?" Newt answered with the hint of a smirk. Dumbledore chuckled. "That, too. No, I meant that suitcase of yours." Newt's head snapped up, as he looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. "It… that… my creatures," he stammered frantically. Dumbledore held up his hands and gestured for Newt to calm down. "Your creatures are safe. Mr. Kowalski has been taking excellent care of them. It's good to see how much the Muggle community knows about magical creatures these days." "I…" Newt tried to get some words out, but wasn't sure if he should speak. Dumbledore's words had not been accusatory or reprimanding, but he knew perfectly well he had broken quite a few laws when getting Jacob involved in taking care of his creatures.

Dumbledore quietly studied Newt, watching the young man's internal struggle. "What have I just said about doubting your choices, Newt?" He finally smiled. "Right," Newt chuckled rather nervously. "Mr. Kowalski is a very likeable man, and you've taught him well on magical creatures," Dumbledore continued. Newt was genuinely surprised now. "You've met him?" "Certainly," Dumbledore nodded, "he's right here at Hogwarts."

Newt hesitated shortly. If Jacob was here, that meant his case was here as well, and with that: his creatures. "I need to see my creatures." He made another attempt to get out of bed, ignoring the pain moving caused. "No." Dumbledore put a firm hand on Newt's shoulder, and easily kept him in check. "Madam Pomfrey will curse and jinx me with everything she has knowledge of when she sees you out of bed." "But…" Newt protested. "I'm afraid I will have to be firm," Dumbledore said calmly. "I can, however, send Mr. Kowalski to visit you. He'll be able to tell you all about your creatures' well-being." Newt fidgeted his hands together. This was not exactly what he had had in mind, but it would have to do for now. "Alright." The smile with which Dumbledore answered Newt betrayed that he was perfectly aware of Newt's reluctance to agree to this.

"Good." Dumbledore rose to his feet, taking the jacket which he had hung over the back of the chair. "I have a class to teach. We still have lots of things to discuss, which I will not bother you with now, but I will visit you again later today."

Dumbledore walked to the door of the hospital wing. "Oh!" He suddenly stopped and turned back to Newt. "I nearly forgot: I will send Mr. Kowalski over to you. And remember, do not get out of bed. Not even when Madam Pomfrey is on her hour-long lunch break." His words were followed by a mischievous wink. Newt smirked in understanding. "Thank you, professor."

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You know that feels thing I was talking about writing of Acronix and Krux? Well here ya go >:3 I would really like it if this was read I took like 4 some hours writing this-

It was just a few short moments after the Timestream dumped out the spiraling Iron Doom. It only took milliseconds for the giant snake like mech to crash down into grassy ground of a forest. The Iron Doom itself being heavily damaged and destroyed because of the fall, all of the Vermillion snakes slithered from the mech and out in the woods.

Just a moment after, with a groan and kicking off a large piece of scrap off him. The youngest, so to say twin stood up with a stagger and a growl of a groan, holding his slightly wounded head, having a few nicks or scratches on his face. It wasn't a easy think to recover from with a spiraling mech. He felt like he gained a sense of motion sickness after all that.

Clearing his head from anything else, he looked around the wreckage, trying to spot his physically older brother. "Nnh... Brother? Are you there?" But when he couldn't spot, or got a response back, panic grew intensely as he started to pant out in desperate worry of something happened to him.

"Krux?! Krux where are you?!" Acronix called out in a panic, as her rushed around parts of the Doom to find his brother, looking under and everywhere for the older man. "Brother!" He tried calling out again. This time he heard the faintest groan in the control room of the mech, as Acronix waisted no time to rush over and find Krux.

Hopping through the chest window, he heard something of glass under his foot, as he looked to see it was his well destroyed Borgpad, he lightly picked it up with a frozen distressed look and new cuts on his face in the dark reflection. When he looked up from the cracked, and broken pad, he saw something much worse that made his heart pang. "Krux!"

He rushed over quick to the older man lying at the back of the space, only he was far more beaten up. He had a large bruise on his cheek, and many more scrapes with the side of his head bleeding. It was a highly distressing sight for Acronix as he looked Krux over with such panicked eyes.

"Krux! I- please... Tell me you're alright... Say something.. Anything!" The twin begged, needing to hear something from his brother as he held one of Krux's hands in a form of desperate hope his brother was alright.

"Mn... A-Acronix?" Krux's newfound weak, and frail voice called out, cracking open a barely functional eye to see a blurred image of his brother. Who had a weak smile now as he heard his brothers voice.

"Krux! Oh thank sweet time you're alright. I- We need to get out out of here, and get you some sort of help and-" Acronix was going on, having hopes his brother would be alright, but... Krux knew otherwise. There was simply not enough time...

"N-no... Acronix... There's... No more time left for me." Krux muttered, which made Acronix's hope diminish, and plummet like the Iron Doom. Surely he much be joking?

"Wh-what? O-of course there is Krux! I- I'm sure I can get you somewhere safe, and where someone could-"

"No... Acronix... There's not... The... Damage is far more extent than you see..." Krux sadly had to tell Acronix, he had more than a few scars and bruises. Every word he got out, made it so much harder to breath.

"S-surely... You're joking... What of our plans? What of our long dreams of taking what's ours back? Wh-what about us?!" Acronix didn't want to believe at all what Krux was saying as he sat next to him, tightly holding his twins hand.

Krux rested his eyes again as a weak, pain filled sigh escaped him. As he weakly held up the chained hourglass he always carried, Acronix knew that was one of Krux's prized things as he held the glass. It had a small crack in its glass. "It... Looks like you'll have to... Carry our name for us.... I... Know you'll do better than I did..."

Acronix looked to the cracked hourglass with a light tremble in his frame, this couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening... Forty years... Of being in that damned forsaken timestream, being back with his brother for a least of a week, and already he was having to say goodbye for real? Acronix could feel his eyes sting painfully as he looked up to Krux.

"This- You... You can't do this to me Krux! You've always been the head of plans! I- I don't want to say goodbye... Not for real! I just got you back! This... This can't be happening!" Acronix told, not wanting to believe it as he felt something slip from his eye down his cheek.

"Heh... If... I knew this is how it would end... I wouldn't have ever thought of making up this plan... I'm... Sorry Acronix... I- I have hope... You'll be the better than I was..." Krux couldn't help but weakly smile to his brother. He felt terrible this is how it would have to be for the two, he didn't want to say goodbye either, but it was unfortunately inevitable for the older man regardless.

Acronix took Krux in his arms hugging his brother close as can as he hid his face in his brother's shoulder as he trembled. "D-don't say that... Please... This... This just can't be. What am I going to do without you? I- I could barely take all those years in that damned timestream! I- I wouldn't know..."

Krux let out a dry, weak chuckle, as he held his brother. "Th-that's something for... you to figure out my brother... A-at least you won't hear me nagging of you're technological love, yeah?"

"I rather listen to you're old man nagging than a final goodbye!" Acronix told looking at Krux with red, tear stained eyes.

"A-ah... My mistake..." Krux muttered as he felt his strength more and more fade with his eyesight.

"I just... Don't want you gone... Not again..." Acronix muttered slightly. As Krux sighed out, weakly patting his brothers back.

"I know... I'm... So sorry this is how it ends... For me. And... I know I havn't really shown, or told it well... But I do love you my brother... Despite my old bitterness..." Krux told as he looked to the fuzzy image of Acronix before him, giving a weak smile as he held him.

"I love you too... Brother... Even if you're an old man... You're still my brother... I just... I wish I could fix this! Fix everything! And wipe Wu and his Ninja off Ninjago! If it wasn't for them..." Acronix ranted out as he kept hugging his brother, Acronix felt a much new found fire against those that did this to them, if it wasn't for Wu and the two brats following them on the Iron Doom, none of this would have happened.

"I know... The Doom should still have the other three... I know you'll definitely make use of them... In whatever it is you do... You still have much of a life to live Acronix... I rather you not meet such a quick fate... Like me..." Krux told, knowing Acronix would without a doubt take and use the blades, either to extract revenge or other such.

As long as Acronix didn't meet such a fate Krux was to have now, he would be happy in spirit.

"If I do ever find those little brats and Wu, I will more than surely make them pay for ruining everything... Everything for us both..." Acronix told in a dead serious tone as he looked to Krux who was far more pale and colder than usual.

"Oh... I know you'll give them hell... Just... be safe out there, my brother..." Krux told giving Acronix one last smile, before letting himself fall into his new permanent state of unconsciousness, his head rested and tilted back on the wall.

"Krux?" Acronix asked quietly in a worried tone, but when he got no response, he knew he likely wouldn't get another again. Not being able to handle anymore of it Acronix got up, Krux's chained, and craked hourglass and watch in hand as he walked out of the window onto the ground. Covering his face with his hands before yelling out in a agony worse than being trapped in the timestream.

It was the worst feeling the man has ever felt, much more worse than the 40 years of being trapped. Cause now there really was no way of ever seeing his brother again. He was completely on his own now.

Looking to the center of the Iron Doom, where the three blades were still placed and glowing. Only the one was missing, one Acronix aimed to earn back for his brothers sake. He went up and took his original two blade, of speed and slow. Yet he was an arm short for the red pause blade.

And idea formed up in his head, while the blades themselves couldn't be destroyed... What if the lone blade itself was removed? It took a lot of might, but Acronix was able to pry the u shaped red blade off its rest, and almost like it belonged there, it snapped on to the mount of his slow motion blade, now he was able to use two in one, depending which one he had flipped up.

"Oh.. If I find those Ninja and Wu again... Their done for... I'll do anything I can to get them back for you my brother... From taking you away from me." He muttered with a grin, as he threw on his hood, blades on and walking off into the woods to find his way.

I felt like some of the last between bits could be better but eh, I like it now, and is happy to get this idea out, hope ye had fun >:3

#ninjago #ninjago acronix #ninjago krux #hands of time #time twins #ninjago au #fic #sad fic #will give you feels #probably #feels

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kopawz · 11 months

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it is wip wednesday, my dudes. here, hold this:

In fact, Chai was punched *so* hard, he was going *THROUGH* the metallic ceiling, shouting as he was sent flying in a rush of wire, steel girders, breaking of glass, soft cement, crashing of wood, until–

*CLANG*

Chai’s back and head hit the back of metal in a resounding, painful sound– embedding him and 808 in another ceiling.

He coughed, before weakly laughing, “Ha– ha, Ow," He and 808 fell off the ceiling in a crumble of debris, and bounced onto the floor with glass and wood shards following them to the ground with a clatter.

That kind of hurt, actually. He wasn’t lying about the power transfer. Maybe it's a backhanded compliment, if Kale acknowledged that he couldn't beat him if he had just fought normally…

Or maybe he's just a huge sore loser who will gladly cheat if he isn't sure he's getting his way.

Chai looked around at the vaguely familiar surroundings as he made an effort to focus on breathing through a sudden pain.

He'd fallen next to the Chai and 808-shaped hole in the ground he flew out of. Man… we’ve gotta stop leaving these everywhere we go this week.

Glancing up and behind him, the amount of service desks, office chairs, polished wooden flooring, and oddly shaped cubicles were definitely familiar. All the lights were turned off, though, giving the place a different, somber vibe than it would have looked in the day-light.

The only light was coming from the ambient green glow of his core, some occasional moonlight from the windows, and 808’s glowing eyes. The only noise was his breathing, erratic heartbeat he could feel in his ears.

After looking around, he hummed with recognition, "Ohhh, this is just HR…" He took a labored breath, "So they're right above Spectra HQ?... Neat."

Not so neat that he accidentally caused a bunch of property damage again, but…

He's a little preoccupied right now. He’ll make up for it later.

Taking another heavy breath, Chai tried picking himself off his knees and chest to get up– It was very difficult to get up all the way… So Chai just sat up instead.

Reaching out beside him to check if 808 was alright, her eyes went wide with fright.

She immediately started pawing at her chest, sounding off loudly– but other than being startled, she looked fine?

“808? You’re not hurt are you–?”

She ignored his questions, and scuttled up to him, looking at him with concern. Still meowing with urgency.

"What– What’s the issue?..."

After looking at 808’s concerned pointing motions– Oh, is it me?

"It didn't *feel* like I got hit too hard. I mean," He squinted with slight effort if he focused on where the pain was coming from, "There’s this– weird burning sensation, but?..."

"I'm not bleeding, am I?” He reached to where he felt like he got punched, “I didn't even land on anything sharp, though…" There was another small clink of glass clattering to the floor when he tried to feel–

Hm.

Chai reached down to swipe open his button-up all the way to see what the stinging problem was.

"Oh, crap." …He and 808 stared in startled silence. Ok, so. He got suckerpunched a bit harder than he thought.

There was a break– a hole in the center of the protective casing of his power unit.

Glass was missing, and hairline cracks were obvious. Another small shard had fallen off when he moved to open his shirt. His music player had a crack in the screen; it was still thumping, thankfully… but it wasn’t playing any music. Kind of hard to pick a song at a time like this.

But, the real issue was that something was slowly leaking out of it.

Phew. Not red, so it’s not blood.

What even is it, then?... He reached up to lick a small amount from his hand as if that would help him figure out what it was, making 808 cringe at him. It didn’t taste very good, and it was far too hot.

Weakly laughing, Chai mumbled to himself, "...What am I, a lava lamp?" Unsure what the stuff leaking from his core was, he decides it’s best to stop touching his damaged power unit, and get up.

He breathed out, shakily, straining to stand up all the way. So, something was leaking from his core from the hole busted through the glass.

…Probably not great. It would probably be a bad idea to fight like this, so he should try leaving. Now.

Chai leaned his weight onto cubicle walls, and started walking toward an elevator he caught sight of down the hallway on HR’s third floor.

Chai decides on a quick, simple plan:

"Okay!..." He breathed out in a tired puff of air, "Get the hell outta here, get patched up, get backup, and…?”

808 walked beside him, agitated at this injury he insisted on walking off. She kept warbling up at him.

He nodded loosely at 808 to reassure the little kitty, slightly readjusting his glasses, “...Then come back, to kick his ass. We'll be fine. I don’t think that A.I. can leave the HQ, anyway."

A soft elevator chime rang out, echoing across the dead quiet of the office.

…Chai and 808 looked ahead in the distance with confusion, and then shock as they heard the elevator doors open:

Kale was inside. He wasn’t looking this way yet.

He stepped out of the elevator as the glass doors glided open, and the lights and power to the lift had instantly deactivated, and flicked back off as he left.

Kale looked around, confused as he dragged his energy sword that reflected blue light along the polished wooden floor.

His deep voice was faint, but Chai could still hear him pondering to himself with malicious intent,

"Alright then… You couldn't have gotten *that* far. Where are you?"

Crap–!

Rushing to hide inside a cubicle, Chai slumped down in someone's office chair. 808 kept quiet, faux-fur bristling with fright.

He swiped his hands into his hair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the computer desk. Craaaaaap.

#hi-fi rush #hi fi rush #ohhhhh he fucked up big time okay

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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hello! may I request for Izzy apologizes to reader headcannons? as much as his emotional constipation endears me im really curious of how you think he would try to apologize to reader for royally forking up like maybe he said something he shouldn’t and it really cut deep 🥺 thank you! hope u have a good day!

Izzy Hands Apologising:

As soon as the words left his mouth, Izzy knew he had crossed a line that he wasn't aware about.

He saw the way your face fell, the way you flinched like he had just shot you, the way your eyes turned glassy.

It left him speechless, unsure of how to respond to that reaction. Before he could scramble a response together, you muttered something under your breath and practically ran away, disappearing under the deck.

"Well done, Iggy," Lucius sneered, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Clearly, he had witnessed the whole thing. "Just had to go run your mouth, didn't you? Had to pick and pick and pick until all the seams came apart," he continued. If he could lecture Blackbeard, he could lecture his first mate.

Izzy stared at the younger man, processing who was chastising him. The scribe certainly knew how to get under his skin, he was a cocky twat, but this was new. Lucius was angry.

"The one person on this ship who even somewhat likes you and you had to go an squander it. Have to make everyone as miserable as you are, right?"

Izzy wasn't sure why he was allowing the scribe to talk to him like this. Who was he kidding, of course he did. He allowed it because he deserved it.

"Fu-"

"Shut up and listen to me," Lucius didn't even give him a chance to snarl back. "You're going to march your snarky little arse down into the ship, you're going to find them, and you're going to apologise before you can't salvage this whole mess?"

"What makes you think I care?" Izzy asked through gritted teeth. The fact that he hadn't told Lucius to watch his mouth and stormed off proved that he cared at least a little, but he couldn't fully kill those defences.

"Oh please," Lucius scoffed, "I'm not as dense as you, I see the way you look at them. You care, Dizzy. But I don't care about how you feel about this. I care about them. You hurt them. Make it right."

Izzy continued to stare at him, somewhere between seething and stunned.

"Now, Iggy," Lucius demanded, putting his foot down.

Izzy snarled but still did as he was told, marching across the deck and down into the ship.

He searched everywhere for you.

You weren't in the galley, the rec-room, or the bunks, and you didn't have your own cabin. You weren't hiding out in any of the storerooms or the ball-room. You clearly didn't want to be found.

Izzy continued down into the hold. After initially glancing around, he was about to give up. It was like you had just vanished. Then he heard a sniffle coming from an unlit corner.

Moving close, Izzy found you huddled up in the dark corner, crying to yourself and hiding from everything.

The sound of footsteps made your head shoot up, partially hoping for it to be Lucius or maybe Frenchie that had found you. But it was Izzy, looking shocked and unsure.

"Come to rub it in a bit more?" you scoffed weakly, as if your face wasn't stained with tears. "Just leave me alone. I'll be up for afternoon chores, alright?" you sounded defeated, too tired to argue.

"Didn't come to kick you while you're down," Izzy assured you, clearing his throat and glancing around nervously, "came to check on you."

"Yeah, well, I'm crying. I'm pathetic. You won, alright." He couldn't blame you for not believing him, he wouldn't believe himself either.

"Trust me, this isn't what I wanted. I don't like crying, don't know how to work with that," Izzy confessed, leather creaking as he lowered himself to the ground. Sitting opposite you and leaning back against a crate.

He wasn't lying. When he scolded the crew, he was never aiming for tears, that wasn't practical in anyway. He just wanted everyone to get their fucking jobs done.

You watched him with a frown. He was just sitting there, watching you, no readable expression on his face. "Right, just burdening you," you nodded.

Izzy sighed. He had no idea what to say but clearly he had said nothing but the wrong things so far. He might as well just get to the point.

"I came to apologise."

You scoffed, couldn't even help yourself, choking on a forced laugh. "You, Izzy Hands, are apologising to me...to anyone?" you asked, obviously no believing him.

"Apparently," Izzy nodded.

You just stared before tearing your gaze away, not responding. You just seemed uncomfortable, and Izzy knew that he had to take the lead. After all, he was the one apologising.

"You're not useless," he stated, taking back his previous statement. One of the ways he had berated you before you finally left.

"I am though, that's the problem, isn't it! You're right!" you exclaimed, throwing you hands up in defeat, catching Izzy off guard, "I don't know the first thing about sailing but it's not like I chose this."

"Few people do, other than fucking Bonnet," Izzy muttered.

"I didn't have a choice. I had to just board a ship and pray I didn't die within the first week. I am useless, Izzy, but I am trying," you desperately insisted.

"I know," Izzy agreed. You just rolled your eyes, you bet one of the Captains sent him down here. "No, I mean that I know you're trying," he clarified.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You know I'm trying which just makes it all the more pathetic that I suck so fucking much," you nodded in understanding, refusing to meet his gaze, though you felt you had no dignity left to protect from the first mate.

"No," Izzy protested, "I see you're trying and I respect that."

"Oh yeah, sounds like it," your wrecked voice was thick with sarcasm, and Izzy couldn't blame you for that.

"There was a time I had never been on a ship. You have to learn quick if you don't want to die or just be discarded of. Had a right bitch of a quartermaster on that first ship, taught us through scolding and punishing us," Izzy told you, it didn't sound like he was lying and you didn't know why he would lie about it.

"Are you saying that you thought you were teaching me?"

"We didn't want to get it wrong, learnt quick to avoid having our rations halved or meeting the end of a whip," Izzy continued, "thought I was looking out for you." You barked out a bitter laugh. "I deserve that," he nodded, accepting the reaction.

"The worst part is that I actually believe you. That something has twisted you up to make you believe that," you mumbled, finally giving in and looking back at him, meeting his gaze. For once he didn't look angry, he wasn't scowling.

"Guess so," he agreed quietly before turning the conversation back to you, "you're not useless, you just haven't had the right education. You're dedicated to learning and that's a good place to start."

"Dedication only gets you so far," you muttered, picking at a loose thread on your shirt.

"Then I'll teach you the rest," Izzy shrugged, at if it was that simple. You eyed him suspiciously, that offer didn't seem very in character for him. "Most of the crew doesn't want to learn, doesn't want to improve, because they're getting by just the way they are. If you want to learn, if you can dedicate yourself to that, I'll teach you," he explained himself.

You watched him for a moment, unable to sense a lie. "...you really didn't mean what you said?" you asked, squinting at him.

"I won't lie, you're not a very competent pirate but you're still alive and that's impressive in itself. But you're not useless, I don't believe that," Izzy answered honestly. "You might get yourself killed on a raid if you don't learn how to hold a sword but I'll teach you, I think you could learn. Which is more than I think of most of the crew."

Sure, he wasn't singing your praises, but he was being honest. You appreciated that he didn't sugar-coat it, Izzy didn't seem like the type to sugar-coat anything, so you knew it was genuine. That he meant it.

You weren't a good pirate but he saw potential in you.

"I am sorry about what I said," Izzy apologised properly, figuring that was something Bonnet's crew would appreciate. "I'm sorry I hurt you," plus, he meant it. He rarely felt bad about berating someone, he felt bad for upsetting you.

"You can make it up to me by training me. And I'm not swabbing the deck for a week," you shifted slightly, the tears having stopped and started to dry.

His small chuckle caught you off guard, but it sounded nice. "Deal," he nodded.

"...thanks, Iz," you gave him a small smile, appreciating the effort he had put in to trying to make things right.

"Yeah, don't mention it," Izzy huffed as he stood. "Need some time?" he asked.

"Uh...yeah...just going to recollect, wash my face, I'll get my chor-" you began to reassure him.

"Relax. Take your time. I'll see you back on deck," Izzy soothed, which was absolutely bizarre to you. But he seemed sincere, he even gave you a tight smile and a small nod before exiting the hold.

Letting out a shaky breath, you lent back against the wall. The last thing you had expected was a genuine apology from Izzy Hands. Maybe he would stay true to his word and things were about to change.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd izzy #ofmd x reader

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"Again, you fail me, omega." He chagrins. "I took just enough blood to keep you conscious. Use what is left of that to get over here. If you can't," he provokes, his brow rising, "then lay there for all I care. I can wait until you have enough energy to crawl to me on all fours like the animal I know you are." She whimpers piteously at that. He simply laughs, the sound sharpened by the teeth he bares at her. "I'll drink even more of your blood if it takes you more than ten minutes to come here. Then, you won't be able to move at all." He licks his lips convincingly. "Then, you will really have something to complain about."

She whines, her lips trembling in utter helplessness. Her limbs feel heavy, almost as if she were shackled to her place on the ground with silver. She has absolutely no energy to move. She tries, just for the sake of it, but, it yields no result. She's a sluggish mess. She prays to the gods that time would slow down, for now, she's on a fucking time limit. But, she knows it won't help. She'd defied him. Now, she'd have to pay for the consequences. No matter the reason, she'd sinned by lying to her mate. Even the gods couldn't help her now. She lays on the cold floor, trying to muster up as much energy as she can, but, it doesn't help. She feels weak under his gaze. The punctures on her neck throb, and one of her hands moves up to cradle the wounds on her neck, the remnants of blood dried up now. She's sore all over. She can't fucking move. "Alpha.. please.. i-" she gets out, weakly. "I c-can't move, alpha.. no.. no energy."

As if the gods had drained the last of her energy from her body, she slows to a stop and expires a long, drawn out breath. So tired are her limbs that she can't even hold her head up anymore, much less move.

He'd taken too much of her blood this time.

Her head feels so heavy right now. So heavy that she can't bring herself to hold it up anymore. It lowers until her cheek is pressed against the wood floor, and it is all she can do to peek up at him as her cheek flattens against the ground.

Her alpha huffs irritatedly, "I expected more from you, omega. This is disappointing." He admits. "Very well. I suppose it shall be the chains and leathers for you after all. I hope you are prepared to deal with my absence from our bed that I'm going to tether you to, whore."

#alpha jungkook asks

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Delirium

taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @gala1981 @whump-in-the-moonlight @ohwhumpydays

content: buried alive, lady whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, two whumpers, captivity whump, defiant whumpee, claustrophobia, brief + non-detailed past whump (whumpee is fourteen, development of claustrophobia and brief reference to suicide), brief self-harm reference

They're dragging Derian outside.

The outside consists only of the forest outside the Wainwright cottage, but Derian feels as though he's barely breathed fresh air since being brought here.

Of course, Ophelia isn't giving him a single opportunity to get away. He's still injured, broken bones not quite healed, so he isn't sure what she thinks he'll do. He doesn't think he could run even if he tried.

Ophelia drops him on the edge of a shallow grave, and Derian only doesn't fall because Nicolas grabs the back of his shirt collar to hold him steady.

"Spent the better part of thirty minutes digging this out," Nicolas grins. "Hope it's worth the effort."

Derian looks into the grave. Its only contents are an open, empty wooden box, a deadbolt affixed to it, just big enough to fit someone of his size.

He flinches when he notices Ophelia on his other side, nonchalantly resting her head against his.

"This is for Nicky, really," Ophelia sighs, like this is the most mundane thing in the world. "He thinks it might fuck you up a bit. But it doesn't even mark you."

"W-Wait." Derian is already starting to push against Nicolas. "Y-You're not-- you're not putting me in there."

"That's exactly what we're doing, pretty boy," Nicolas grins.

"N-No!" Derian can already feel the pressure closing around him. "Please, please, I-- I'm claustrophobic, I can't--!"

"Then we'll hear you scream from up here," Ophelia shrugs.

They shove him into the shallow grave, and Nicolas kicks the box shut.

A strangled scream rips through Derian's throat as soon as he hears the thud of the bolt. He's trapped. This isn't real. It's a nightmare that he's going to wake up from any moment now, and curl up tightly and press his face into Charlie's shoulder until it reminds him where he is.

"PLEASE!" Derian slams his fists and feet against the lid of the wooden box. "LET ME OUT! P-PLEASE!"

"Come on, you've seen movies like this before, right?" Nicolas says, and Derian knows he hasn't dropped that stupid, smug smile. "You're only wasting your air."

The tears are streaming down Derian's face. He can't breathe anyway. His chest feels like a taut elastic band, sharply spasming every time he breathes in, breathes out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out--

Derian weakly kicks at the box, but he knows it's useless. He covers his eyes with his hands, even though the pressure is closing around him. He's going to die. He's going to suffocate in a stupid wooden box in a stupid forest and nobody is ever going to find him.

The air feels so thin. How long has he been down here? It can't have been longer than a few minutes. It's still too much.

What was it Charlie always told him? Grounding techniques. Five things you can see. But he can't see anything.

Doesn't matter. Move on. Four things he can feel. His clothes - Nicolas' old clothes, always oversized on him. The wood of the box, flaking into splinters. His hair on his face. The sweat on his shaking hands.

Three things he can hear. The thump of dirt. They're actually burying him. He thought it was his heartbeat.

He slams his head back, physical pain to snap himself into focus, and presses his palms flat. Don't tense up. Stay calm.

"H-How long?" Derian's voice cracks when he speaks. "'Til I need air?"

The thumping stops for a moment. Derian hears the sound of the shovel sliding into the dirt. He tries to picture something that isn't the engulfing darkness around him - Nicolas leaning on the shovel, smiling, Ophelia lying boredly on the grass for Nicolas to be done with this so she can beat Derian to a bloody pulp.

"Five hours," Nicolas says. "Give or take."

Five hours. Derian bites his lip hard enough to make it bleed. They don't want him dead yet, and they know he won't be able to tell how long it's been. Four hours at most.

"Nnh…" Derian turns onto his side. At least he can move. It isn't like then.

A cupboard, packed in tight, banging on the door while his mom shakily locks it. A gunshot he has nightmares about. He isn't stupid. Something in him breaks. It's seven hours until his dad comes home, and he can't even curl up on the floor to sob. It's too close. He can't breathe. He is fourteen and his mom is gone.

Derian's breath catches in his throat, and he swallows. He's twenty. Buried alive. There are two people above him who want him to suffer.

He wants to suffer too.

But more importantly, he wants to live.

He laughs, an awkward, sobbed sound. He's not supposed to feel like this. Near delirium to even think it. But God, he wants to live. He wants to feel a car rushing past, the cold of an ice cream, the fear of a rollercoaster just before the drop, another cigarette pressed against his skin. Everything that doesn't hurt and everything that does.

He's going to live as long as he keeps the siblings entertained. If they want him to suffer, he's all too happy to oblige. Pain means he's still alive.

He takes slow breaths. He knows his shaking is getting worse the longer he's trapped here, knows if he stops focusing his breathing will become so erratic he won't be able to control it again, but he doesn't let himself think about anything else.

Two things he can feel. Pain and the dirt falling through the cracks.

One thing he can taste. Blood.

However long it's been when he hears the shovel again doesn't matter. He's in control. A rush of adrenaline courses through him.

Derian gasps in the fresh air when Nicolas pulls him out of the box and up onto the grass again. He hadn't realised how much of a struggle it was before.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Nicolas says softly, putting a hand on Derian's shoulder. "That's it. Breathe."

If he gives them the chance to bury his body, they'll bury it here. He's going to be buried kicking and screaming.

Derian punches Nicolas in the throat.

#polly's prose #derian rodriquez #nicolas wainwright #ophelia wainwright #whump #whump writing #captivity whump #buried alive #i love my fucked up little guy.#athazagoraphobia

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“I wish I could hate you.” for hananene ?? If you have time and want to ofc. Manga spoilers are fine :)

Thanks for the ask/wait anon. I had in mind a clear idea of what I wanted to convey, but idk if I did this justice. Hopefully I did okay and you like it :) Manga Spoilers-ish (could take place after picture perfect or to the farshore arc) also angsty

Knocking carefully on the vibrant vermillion door of the bathroom, Nene patiently waited for an answer.

"Hanako," she demands. "We need to talk."

Amane sighed as he sat atop the toilet; a faint idea of what was happening flitted through his mind. A grimace found its way to his face. Hanako, not Hanako-kun; she must be really pissed. He's unprepared for what's about to happen, especially with the looming threat that Yashiro may never talk to him again. Standing up stiffly, Hanako carefully opens the door casting his eyes downwards.

"How long?" Nene whispered. Her fists clenched at her sides as she glances down.

"Yashiro..." Hanako sighs.

"How long?" she repeats louder, a noticeable quiver ringing through her voice.

"Since... the first day you knocked on this very door..." Hanako sighs, looking away. "I had a feeling since then, and then..." he gestures vaguely, unsure how to convey the rest.

"AND YOU THINK THAT'S OKAY? NOT TELLING ME? For doing what YOU think I would want without asking me...For, for..." Nene stops and shudders; taking a breath, she frowns, and her voice suddenly becomes faint. "Why didn't you tell me I was dying?"

Hanako remained silent, his lips pursed in a frown as he floated quietly beside her.

"I thought... I was doing the right thing," he mutters. "I wanted you to live a happy and carefree life before you died." Because I care about you!

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE EITHER!" Nene snaps. A broken sob leaves her lips as she sinks to the ground. "But... I don't want you to lie to me or for my friends to get hurt because of it." She sighs weakly.

"... I'm sorry," Hanako sighs, running his fingers through her white tresses. "I just want you to be happy, to live a long life. And you know what? Yeah, I'm maybe being selfish! I don't want you to die either!"

Nene gaped at him as the tears continued to flow from her face.

"And I hate that you're dying! Knowing and not being able to help you when I'm supposed to be a supernatural who grants wishes. I don't want my friend to die...." Hanako rambles. "I just want to give you the world... After you've come and befriended me. Our friendship has made me happy; is it so wrong for me to want to preserve it?"

Hanako sighs and looks at Nene wistfully. "I'm sorry for hurting you..." I don't expect you to understand why I did what I did, but you deserve more than to be dead, to be nothing but a memory.

"You deserve more than to be a ghost," Hanako says, wringing his hands. "I just wanted you to smile and be happy in the little time you have left."

"I wish I could hate you," Nene grumbles.

Hanako remained silent, his lips pursed in a frown as he floated quietly beside her.

"But I can't find myself to hate you, not after everything we've been through. Not when you've saved my life so many times, not with all the good times we've shared. So," Nene hiccups, furiously wiping the tears away with her sleeve. "Just stop lying to me; it's not making anything better."

"Alright," Hanako breathes, running his fingers through her hair. "I'm really sorry for not telling you, for trying to fix your life because I was too selfish to lose my friend..."

"Promise me you won't try anything stupid again?" Nene sniffed.

"I got you. We'll figure something out," Hanako assured as he intertwined his fingers with Nene's and sat on the ground with her. He pulls her closer as he soothes her sobs.

"Maybe I'll haunt the school with you as a supernatural," Nene hummed lightheartedly as she rested her head on Hanako's shoulder.

Hanako hums quietly as he holds Nene gently, afraid to break her. His actions were gentle, soothing away her sorrows. However, his eyes held a steely resolve and a twinge of regret.

I'm sorry, Yashiro, but I will have to break this promise to you. After all, the thought of you dying and your smile fading away forever isn't something I can stomach. Until I figure this out, please, don't leave me and just let me see your vibrant smile that saved my soul again. Take this silent promise instead: as long as I can, I'll make sure you smile and live the carefree life you deserve. Just... don't go...

#tbhk #jshk #tbhk fanfic #hananene #yashiro nene #hanako kun #amane yugi #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk drabble #tbhk imagines #asks #writing prompt #anon #✎sparky.writes✐

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Writing prompts for our boys . Davey and jack are bin way home from a date night and they find Crutchie beaten and bleeding in an alley way . Yes I like making my baby suffer

send me writing ideas!!

"I'm glad you convinced me to stay out late," Davey says, his hand brushing Jack's dangerously close as they walk back to the lodgings.

"We need to find more excuses to be by ourselves," Jack hums in agreement, and Davey bites his lip to hide the massive smile that's threatening to escape. He's not sure how he's let the other boy take over his life like this, but he knows there's no turning back. "Are you sure I can't walk you home?"

"The lodgings are closer," he answers, not needing to look at Jack to see that he's probably pouting. "Plus, Sarah will be up waiting for me. I don't want her to see you kissing me goodnight."

"So you'll kiss me goodnight?" Jack asks with a smirk that Davey so desperately wants to kiss away, but he knows it isn't safe to do so in the middle of the street, so he restrains himself.

They walk back in silence, soaking up the time they're sharing before going back to their homes. When they realise there's no one else around, Jack takes Davey's hand as they continue their usual route back to the lodgings. It's because of this, that Davey's roaming eyes fall on a familiar figure. "Crutchie?"

He drags Jack with him, who's now equally as confused at seeing the other boy out so late, until they see Crutchie lying on the floor, blood falling from his face. Davey drops Jack's hand, and rushes over to their friend, kneeling down beside him to try and see the damage that's been done. "Crutchie? Are you with me?"

Crutchie winces, before looking up. The relief on his face when he sees the two boys breaks Davey's heart, although at least Crutchie can recognise them, which is a good sign. "Hiya boys," Cructhie says weakly, coughing. "Mind helping me up?"

"Crutchie! What the hell happened?" Jack asks, leaning down the opposite side of Davey. When Davey's eyes briefly leave Crutchie, he can see just how much Jack is beginning to panic. In his short time selling with the newsies, they've had their fare share of looking after the other boys when they'd gotten into trouble, and Jack had been nothing but calm and exact, focusing his anger into something helpful. But not this time, it's different. Crutchie's his brother. Jack looks somewhere in the middle between terrified and furious.

"Crutchie, do you remember what happened?" he asks, knowing that this time, he needs to be to take control.

"The Delancey's," he answers, taking a deep inhale. "They found me walking by myself. I managed to get a few shots in, but they got me good."

"I'm going to kill them," Jack growls, and Davey looks back up to see an almost murderous look in Jack's eyes.

Crutchie tries to sit up, like the cuts on his face aren't still bleeding sluggishly. Davey instantly reaches out to hold him steady. "Whoa, Crutchie. Take it easy, okay? We have you. We need to help you up, do you think you can handle it?"

Before he moves, he spots Crutchie's rosary beads lying near him on the ground, thankfully still in one piece, and he places them in his pocket. With a pained nod from Crutchie, Davey makes eye contact with Jack, and the two place Crutchie's shoulders over theirs, and gently help Crutchie up, Jack making sure to get his crutch too. "How are you feeling?"

"Been better. They got a few hits in before they heard someone coming and ran off," Crutchie explains, as Davey takes a closer look at the bloodied cuts and bruises that are dotted around his pale skin. It looks like a lot more than a few hits, but Davey's more concerned about Crutchie getting inside and back to the lodgings. It takes a while, and to Davey's anger, not a single person who walks past offers to help them.

Finally, they make it to the lodgings, and they sit Crutchie down as Davey shouts orders at the others to get what they need to help. He can hear the others talking between them, as someone ushers the younger newsies away to give them space. Race, Finch and Albert are the only ones who stay with him and Jack, fetching fresh bandages and clean water for Davey to begin cleaning the cuts on his face.

"You're gonna be okay Crutchie, alright? We have you," Jack whispers, as Crutchie winces when Davey begins to clean the open wounds. "Where else did they hurt you?"

"They used my crutch to get a hit on my stomach," Crutchie tells them, and Davey swallows down a pit of anger. He's normally not one to condone violence, but even he can admit he's looking forward to watching the others get their revenge in the morning if the Delancey brothers are crazy enough to show up with Wiesel at the circulation gate.

Davey washes the blood from Crutchie's face, draining the bloodied water in a bowl which gets changed over by Finch as often as needed, and dries his face with a cloth. Finally, with the help of Jack and Race, they're able to undo his shirt buttons to see the large bruise on Crutchie's stomach.

"Wait until I get my hands on those two fuckers," Albert snaps, as he forces himself to look away from the damage. "If they think they can get away with this..."

Davey takes out the rosary beads to give to the other boy, holding them gently in his hand as he places them in Crutchie's. "Here you go, at least they didn't manage to break 'em. Can you focus on that? This might hurt a bit, I need to put some pressure on your stomach, make sure nothing's broken."

"Thanks Davey," Crutchie whispers, and Davey watches as he clutches them, closing his eyes as he begins to recite an old prayer, as he prepares for the worst. Davey doesn't know much about medicine, but he knows that Crutchie's ribs aren't cracked - just badly bruised. He tries to block out the cries of pain as he wraps some bandages around Crutchie's stomach, Jack letting him squeeze his hand when it gets too sore for him.

When he's finally done, he takes a step back to look at the scene in front of him. Crutchie's like a blotchy canvas of pale skin, covered in dark bruises and dried-up wounds. Luckily, there wasn't any damage done to his leg, but Davey doesn't expect Cructhie will have the energy to move around much for another day or two.

"I've done all I can," he says, mainly to Jack, as the two watch on as Albert tries to distract Crutchie, showing him something he had managed to take from a rich older man walking by earlier that evening. "Someone needs to stay up with him tonight, check in every hour or so, just in case. Not just you, take it in turns."

"Thank you, Davey," Crutchie says, earnestly. "You'll stay the night, won't you? Please?"

"I can't, my parents must be worried sick that I'm not back yet. But I'll come over here first thing in the morning, with some breakfast from my ma just for you!" If he has to skip breakfast tomorrow just to give Crutchie something to look forward to, no one else needs to know. He just needs to figure out what to tell Les, so he won't be too scared. He knows Les looks up to him like an older brother too.

"Thanks for looking after me," Crutchie says, with a weak smile.

"We're a family," Davey repeats, smiling at Crutchie. "We'll always have each other's back. Now get some rest, okay? We need you up and better as soon as possible, you're the only person that can keep Albert out of trouble."

"Hey!"

"I'll see you in the morning Crutchie," he says with a smile, waving goodbye to the others. As expected, Jack is stuck to Crutchie like glue, afraid to leave his side. As he walks past the older newsies, he hears plans for revenge, and for once, he doesn't dare interrupt. Davey's never been a violent person, but even he wants to take a swing at the brothers for what they did to Crutchie. Before he leaves, he tells Kloppman what's happened, and asks for the older man to check in with Crutchie and the rest, just in case.

"Hey kid?" he hears as he's leaving the lodgings, and turns around to see Kloppman smiling at him. "I saw you take charge back there - I didn't think you needed my help. Next time you stay the night, it's free of charge. Don't be getting any ideas though."

"No sir," Davey replies, surprised at the older man's words. "Goodnight Mr. Kloppman." When he steps outside, he takes a deep breath, finally feeling like he can breathe again.

#tw: violence #tw: blood #davey jacobs #jack kelly #crutchie morris #my writing #can you tell i'm in a crutchie and davey friendship mood #i love them

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