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hood-ex · 3 years

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Dude, I love reading everybody's fan works, but I myself cannot write for my life. I have so many ideas but it just seems impossible to actually put any of them on paper past a couple of notes. Do you have any tips for getting any stories done, even if it's just a really short one? (Also, Happy New Year!!)

Happy New Year!

Sure, yeah! I’ll list a few tips for ya!

If you haven’t written a lot/at all then consider starting off with either a drabble (100 words) or a one-shot (typically 1000+ words). The action here is supposed to be fast. You won’t have to worry about super descriptive details and things like that. You can just get out the main points of the story.

I’ll give you an example of something I’ve written that’s only about 200 words or so. This fic is very short but it still manages to tell a story because it follows a very basic plot structure.

The paragraph that builds up to the action is very short, and this paragraph is the entire exposition of the story. It introduces the main character (Dick), and it tells us what Dick is doing. This sets the scene so the reader can now picture Dick sitting on a couch with his pizza.

The rising action is Dick describing the pizza he got, and the reader getting a sense that something about the pizza is wrong based on the way Dick freezes at the sight of it.

The climax is Dick realizing he ordered the wrong pizza. He got Damian’s pizza order, and this is where the reader realizes that Damian is dead.

The falling action is Dick putting the pizza away in the fridge next to all his other untouched meals. This is the effect from the climax, and it lets the reader know that Dick is still grieving over Damian.

The resolution is Dick going to the shower to cry. The fact that Dick is going to the shower to cry tells the reader something about his character and gives him a little more depth.

Notice how I stick to the very basics. There is no long, descriptive introduction that builds up the scene like you might see in other stories that start off by describing the gray clouds, the pouring rain, all the Gotham residents bundled away in their homes, etc. There are no lengthy descriptions about what Dick’s apartment looks like or what he’s initially feeling. Nope. It’s just Dick sitting on his couch to eat his pizza because he’s hungry. Super basic, right?

This is kind of what I mean when I say that sometimes I just jump into a scene and write. It’s the same as starting a story with dialogue rather than a descriptive paragraph. Dialogue immediately throws you into a character’s conversation, and dialogue is much easier and faster to write than wordy paragraphs.

This fic of mine is an example of a story that is essentially just dialogue. Sure, there are a few descriptive sentences here and there to help the reader visualize the scene better, but most of the action is the dialogue. And we can apply the same basic plot structure to this story as well.

Exposition: The Titans are in the car. Dick is tired.

Rising Action: The Titans think Dick is going to fall asleep during the movie they’re going to watch. Dick says he’ll be fine, and he asks what movie they’re going to watch.

Climax: Gar complains about the movie Kory picked for them to watch. Vic suggests watching another chick flick. Gar is not happy about it.

Falling Action: Dick confuses Dinah with Diana. Donna gives him shit for it.

Resolution: Gar thinks Dick is adorable and asks if he can be like this more often. Dick says something to make Vic and Donna laugh, and then Dick finally falls asleep.

The plot structure is something we learn in school that we usually associate with novel length stories, but you can see in my examples that the plot structure can also be used for very short fics. Personally, the rising action and falling action are things that I don’t really plan out. They kind of just occur naturally when I’m writing. The exposition, climax, and resolution are usually the things that stick out in my mind the most (and it’s totally normal to just picture one or two of the three before you start writing).

As a beginner, filling out the plot structure with the few notes you have will help you turn your notes into full sentences and dialogue. Let’s test this out just by filling in the plot structure starting with very little information.

For example, let’s say I want to write a fic and all the notes I have for it consists of:

Jason (as Red Hood) is crying

Dick (as Nightwing) comforts him

Alright, well now I need to build a scene around those two notes. So now let me fill in some information for the plot structure. When I’m filling it out, I want to keep things like the characters and setting in mind.

What I end up with is:

Exposition: Dick and Jason are being held as prisoners on an alien planet. Dick and Jason are in a cell together. The cell is small and cold. They don’t know why they’ve been taken in as prisoners. They can’t understand the alien’s language. All they have is each other to rely on. Dick is keeping watch while Jason leans against him, asleep.

Rising Action: Guards come to Dick and Jason’s cell. They are really fucking big. Way bigger than humans. Jason wakes up, startled and disoriented. He sits up. The guards start speaking. Dick has no idea what they’re saying. He tenses in anticipation.

Climax: All hell breaks loose. The guards make a grab for Jason. Jason defends himself. Dick attacks the guards to protect Jason. The small cell makes it hard to fight. The guards crowd Jason and harshly restrain him, making Jason cry out. Dick tries to free Jason. One guard uses a device to shock Dick in the head. This causes Dick to have a seizure. Dick can hear Jason going ballistic. Jason’s screaming for him and cussing at the guards. But then Jason’s voice gets further away, and Dick is left to ride out the seizure on his own.

Falling Action: Dick’s seizure passes. His head is foggy, he’s got a horrific headache, and his body feels sore. The more time passes, the more tired Dick feels. He’s in and out of sleep, his anxiety for Jason’s safety keeping him from sleeping fully. At some point, the guards return with Jason slumped between them. He’s still conscious. The guards dump Jason on the ground. Once they leave, Dick crawls to him. He starts to ask what happened, having a vague idea that torture was involved based on Jason’s demeanor. He stops after noticing that there are tears on Jason’s cheeks. Jason looks away and his shoulders are shaking.

Resolution: Jason hisses through his teeth when Dick tries to gently sit Jason up against the wall. Jason mumbles that he’s too sore for sitting and he just wants to lie down. Jason uses Dick’s thigh as a pillow and curls up into himself. His shoulders are still shaking, and Dick hears him sniffle. Dick tries to comfort him by rubbing small circles into Jason’s back. Jason lets out a shaky breath and falls quiet. Dick keeps doing it until he starts to nod off, completely drained from the seizure. They both fall asleep in pain, but with the knowledge that at least they’re together.

Okay so see how I was able to flesh out the two original notes into something more in-depth that turned into actual sentences? That’s something you can do with the notes for your stories. Put all your ideas for each part of the scene into quick, short sentences.

Filling in the plot structure like this helps you flesh out those brief notes into an actual scene that you can build off of. And if you look at what I wrote, you’ll notice that there are sentences I came up with that I can actually use in the story when I’m writing it.

Does that make sense? Basically what I’m saying is just come up with short sentences to describe each part of the plot structure. These short sentences will form the bigger picture of your story. Then you want to use those sentences you wrote to help you build the beginning, middle, and end of your story.

I think that part of what makes writing a story so hard is simply just starting the scene. For me, it’s usually always the hardest part. You can make it easier for yourself by jumping into a more action filled part of a scene or by starting the story off with dialogue. For example, if I want to start off the Dick and Jason prisoner story then I can be like:

“You made my arm fall asleep,” Dick mutters under his breath.

Jason, who’s currently treating Dick’s right side like a damn body pillow, answers with a soft snore. Between the cold floor of the prison cell and Jason’s body weight slowly crushing him, the snoring is just the cherry on top of this whole shitty situation.

The dialogue allows me to introduce the characters and the setting. Just from the first line, I know that Dick is in this story, he’s uncomfortable, and someone else is with him because he said the word “you.” This gives me the perfect chance to introduce Jason as the person Dick is with. It also gives me the chance to explain the setting by letting the reader know that Dick and Jason are in a cell. Now are prison cells usually pleasant? No. So I made sure to mention that the cell is cold. Now the reader knows Dick is uncomfortable, cold, and he’s stuck in a terrible situation.

And the story just keeps building and building from there.

Tbh, a big part of this is just having the will to start writing. You just have to make yourself type something even if it’s shit. And it’s totally fine to play around with sentences! Just try it out by writing maybe three sentences. Don’t like it? Erase. Tackle the scene from a different angle. Change the dialogue. Start the story from a different location or with different characters. Don’t like it? Erase.

Keep practicing. You’ll eventually come up with something that’ll just click in your brain, and before you know it, you’ll have typed a paragraph of two. And your brain and your hands will work together, and you won’t have to think so hard about what you’re writing. Your hands will just go once you’re in a groove.

But yeah, dude, that’s all I got for you right now! I hope that was somewhat helpful to you! Lemme know if you have any other questions!

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lonelyaligned · 3 years

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Hiraeth

So here it is! It's not done, I'll probably work on it for a while, or make a series I'm not sure yet.

But I'm very proud of it, I used to write all the time when I was younger, it really helped me work through trauma and other things. So I am very proud to show you my latest maladaptive daydream that is: What if Somewhere Else really existed, what would happen and why would I make the first few chapters pure angst? OR 'Hiraeth' One of my favourite welsh words to describe a form of homesickness for somewhere that doesn't exist, or you can never go to. Seemed appropriate. Not sure if this is a 'make better' fic or a 'at least it's not as bad' one.

Please go check it out over on my ao3 and check out my tma brain rot tiktok @//lonelyaligned too

or read under the cut <3

disclaimer: I'm a dyslexic chronically ill adhd person, so I may be flakey with the old grammar/spelling etc, do excuse me

Around them the panopticon rumbles, distorting and glitching like an old TV screen, an eerie halo of eyes surrounds Jon, inky black tears streaked his face. Martin had seen this before while he was doing a statement. The other man stood, warm tears streaming down his grubby face.

“I’m not leaving you trapped here killing the world while I watch!” he shouts, gesturing to the crumbling room. Loud painful static sounds from all around them while Jon stares on, eyes an unsettlingly vivid green.

“If you stay, you’ll die!” Jon shouts back, his voice distorting.

“Then I’ll die…” Martin responds, standing defiantly in front of him, he flings his arms out beside him as he speaks.

“No!” Jon quickly responds, losing Martin was one of the worst things he could imagine, but he'll lose him either way possibly. Jon knows he’s a monster, he couldn’t pull Martin down any further than he already has. Jon screams in pain as he feels the Institute ripping apart, tearing him from it.

Part of the ceiling between them cracks and falls, large chunks of Victorian masonry come crashing down. Jon manages to step back in time, his reflexes faster than his partners. Part of a large block catches Martin on the shoulder, blood starts staining his dirty woollen jumper after a few moments. He grabs his shoulder in pain and cries out. He can’t imagine anything worse than losing Jon… again.

Jon closes some of the space between them, “Martin, please! I can’t lose you. Not like this…” he reaches out a hand, going to touch Martin’s uninjured shoulder.

Martin flinches away angrily “Tough! Okay? Where you go, I go!” he winces through gritted teeth, the tears start welling up again, he feels the uncomfortable lump rise in his throat as he chokes back a sob.

The static around them grows louder and angrier, whining at a pitch that makes Martin’s head spin. Jon’s arm falls back to his side and he looks at Martin, taking in his hair, strawberry blonde in a mess of curls, the freckles hidden under the soot and dirt on his face, his glasses which by now have a large fracturing crack through one lens. The bulk and softness of his form, his arms which held Jon through so many nightmares and the hands which held his own through the past gods know how long in the hellscape outside of these walls. He knew he may never see him again.

Jon sighs, “That’s the deal…” the static grows more, swallowing almost every other sound, “Okay” he says, gently nodding.

Martin looks at him, worried and slightly confused, “What?”, he reaches out a hand to Jon, who accepts it on his own. Jon’s hand is warm and feels almost like it’s vibrating with energy, like the feeling of static.

Jon turned his head, looking towards the still figure behind him, “Do it! The knife’s just there. Let them go.” At this Martin pulls him closer, his eyes wide and tearful.

“I’m not going to kill you!” he shouts in anger and surprise, tears falling down his cheeks again.

“Cut the tether. Send them away.” Jon says, his voice strained from the pain, “Maybe we both die. Probably. But maybe not.” He looks Martin in the eye as he talks, “Maybe, maybe everything works out, and we end up somewhere else.” he lets go of his hand, Martin is reluctant to let go, he tries to pull Jon closer again.

“Together?” he sniffs, trying to hold himself together but he feels closer and closer to breaking down and just clinging to Jon as the building collapses. Jon releases his hand and turns around, making his way over to Jonah’s prone body. He scoops up the knife with a clink as it leaves the marble floor. He’s close to crying himself, he takes this moment to try to compose himself for Martin.

“One way or another. Together” Jon says with his back turned to Martin, gripping the knife tighter. Martin walks over to him, being careful not to trip on chunks of stone, trying to not look at the lifeless body of his former boss in front of Jon. He reaches out and touches Jon’s waist, “I don’t think I can…” he says almost defeated, the other man turns around, his eyes flickering a brighter green.

“It has to be you. The Eye won’t let me do it.” Jon says cupping a hand to Martin’s damp cheek, his thumb strokes away a tear as it falls. Martin squeezes his eyes shut and presses his cheek closer and closer to Jon’s hand. He leans his head forward to meet Jon’s forehead, his hand reaching out for the knife.

“Are you sure about this?” Martin sobs, Jon closes his eyes, with both their hands on the knife he guides Martin’s hand up to his chest.

“No.” Jon tries hard to not let his voice quiver, Martin's breath catches in his throat as he tries to calm his breathing down, “But I love you,” Jon says moving his hand to Martin’s chin, tilting his head gently so he’s looking him in the eye. As he says this Martin’s fear starts to melt away, maybe Jon is right and they’ll end up somewhere safer together, maybe he’s wrong but he knows, either way, they will be together.

“I love you too.” Martin chokes out, Jon reaches up and plants a kiss on Martin’s warm but chapped lips. Martin sinks into the kiss and pushes the knife in, guided by Jon. Jon’s lips part from the kiss with a pained gasp as a hot patch of red blossoms under his grey t-shirt. Martin lets go and starts to cry now, Jon’s legs give way from beneath him as his breathing becomes rapid and shallow.

The static hisses and glitches rapidly around the room, pained and angry. The green in Jon’s eyes turns to grey as he watches Martin’s face, he always wants this to be the last thing he sees. Martin gently folds to the ground, letting Jon fall, the knife still protruding out of his chest. The sticky blood on his shirt almost completely changed its colour. Martin cradles his head in his lap, one hand stroking Jon’s scruffy dark brown hair, he watches the glitter of the grey patches which run throughout it. Jon always joked it made people think he was older than he was.

The static becomes deafening as the ominously glowing halo of eyes around his head distorts and disappears. Jon blinks tears from his eyes, his vision goes in and out of darkness, he finds it harder and harder to focus on Martin’s face. His eyes return to their human deep brown as the static crescendos. Around the pair, a blinding white light appears and then suddenly vanishes along with the static. Jon’s eyes close as Martin pulls him even closer, he doesn’t even notice the door swing open as the darkness quickly enveloped the room.

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10 minutes earlier, the tunnels under the institute

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Basira opened the last of the gas valves, “That should do it” she says, Georgie absentmindedly nods. She, Melanie and Basira all have t-shirts tied around their faces as makeshift masks.

“I can’t believe him…” she scoffs, looking upwards towards the Panopticon, “W-well actually I can. But I mean seriously? Just leave everyone else to clean up his mess as he galivants off towards certain doom. Classic fucking Jonathan Sims”

“Just be glad Martin already thought of this,” Basira says.

“Are you done now, I really don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to?” Melanie says, she leans against the tunnel wall, it’s cool and firm, Georgie reaches out and grabs the woman’s hand in hers. “We’re done, let’s get out of he-” she’s cut off as the tunnel walls start to rumble and shake, dust pours down from the ceiling. “Oh fuck sake he’s done it already, okay come on” She pulls Melanie towards the exit, Basira follows them, the webbed lighter in her hand. They reached the door to the stairs and she set fire to the book they had with them, the last Leitner.

“Feels almost right that a burning book should bring down this place,” she says as she throws it as far as she can down the corridor before shutting the door and running up the stairs. It only takes a few moments for the gas to ignite and the blast sends the three of them crashing up the stairs. Georgie and Melanie had a head start, Basira got caught on her leg by a falling piece of rubble.

“Just run, I’ll find you” the woman shouts up to them, her voice getting lost in the roar of static around them.

Melanie kept one hand on the wall and the other firmly in Georgies. She felt glad that the steps out of this tunnel were even and uniform, not like some of the others which were uneven and worn over time. The static whirling around her head reminded her of the pain and noise she heard when she ‘quit’. The pained scream of the Eye as it was ripped away from this reality made her grit her teeth and just run harder.

“Come on, we’re almost there I think” Georgie shouted, she wasn’t sure though as she didn’t recognise this part of the staircase. She knew it wasn’t the same one they entered in but it felt like it was going on too long. They were going up too high, they should definitely have been at ground level by now.

They could hear others shouting in the distance, the static grew louder. They could recognise Martin’s voice carrying above the noise, Georgie’s pace slowed slightly, they shouldn’t be up the top of the panopticon, “Wait a sec,” she whispered, pulling Melanie’s arm to get her to stop, “Something wrong?” Melanie asked.

“I.. I don’t know where we are. We should have left the staircase a while back” The floor continued to shake and rumble beneath them, they could feel the heat from the fire making its way up, smoke curled a few steps down, licking at their feet. They couldn’t hear the shouting anymore, but as they ascended what happened to be the last few steps, the screeching static grew until they could almost bear it no longer. Melanie tripped on a step, holding her hands to her ears, tears fell down her face. “Make it stop!” she cried.

“Melanie please, come on, we have to go.” Georgie tugged on her arm, when she turned around she was standing in front of a door, bright white light streamed from around the frame. As Georgie puts a hand on the doorknob, the noise and light suddenly vanish, leaving a deafening silence behind. Melanie gasped, relieved and shocked.

Georgie pushed the door open.

#the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #tma #martin blackwood #jonmartin #the magnus institute #georgie barker #melanie king #the archivist is chronically ill #make better fic #hiraeth fic

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misterewrites · 6 years

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Marco Ubaldo Van Diaz (Monster Hunter AU/starcoween) part 1

Hey everyone, Mr.E here and I finally did it! I finally made my own writing blog on tumblr! woo *throws confetti* I finally decided to just put my stories in one place so it’s easier for people to read. I felt weird about the idea to be honest but i decided it was for the best.

Story prompt of the day: Marco Diaz is a fledgling monster hunter. While on his latest contract, he stumbles into trouble and needs help to fend off another monster. However, is he willing to accept it from what lurks deep in the woods?

I love me my gothic horror. I love me my Castlevania, the witcher and van helsing, Dracula, old movie monsters and of course the curse of strahd dnd campaign I’m doing. So what better for starcoween, my totally made up holiday i missed anyway? write my own version. This is based on a few things. Dnd, van helsing, castlevania etc etc (the big bad is actually a reference to the curse of strahd) so there’s not really one source in here. Also it is darker than my usual stuff but i did still add comedic because that’s what I like.

So that’s it for me. I hope you all enjoy. I plan to get my stories on this blog asap so they’re easy to find if you ever want to reread them. Also this second part will be a little late because I have birthday gifts to give out. So the next story I’ll do is spatz pirates au part 3. Also, let me know whatcha think of a certain character I have written for for the first time. have a great week!

“I am here to witness your passing” the young man said, kneeing before the loose circle of candles that flickered back and forth with a hypnotic sway.

He was strangely dressed for these neck of the woods: A elegant black coat with a well kept red vest and white collared shirt. A black ascot tie wrapped snugly around his neck and a simple brown riding cloak draped over his shoulders. His boots were caked with mud from his travels though he carried a strange assortment of baggage: Two sheathed blades hung on his back, a bag slung around his shoulder with random pouches sewed onto his belt.

“I beseech you: Move on from this world and lay your grudges to rest”

The crackling of the flames were the only response he received.

“Your spirit is weary, your anger is great.” Marco murmured gently under his breath, clutching the small doll in his hands carefully “I will put you to rest.”

He stood to full height, the icy breeze playfully tugging at his ponytail as he held his lantern close. With one swift movement, the doll caught ablaze and was flung directly into circle.

Marco’s face remained stony and indifferent as an inhuman shriek broke the quiet of the night. A blackish, oily smoke rose from the burning toy yet instead of rising to the sky, it remained, growing in size while humanoid shapes formed within. Hands clasping at empty air, long dark hair billowing through the haze, faces shifting between unparalleled joy and furious anger.

“Do not resist” Marco calmly spoke to the entity “I know it’s scary but you must let go or you will harm many.”

The shriek grew and grew, echoing through the darkened forest. The smoke began to form into a ghostly shade: a young woman with dark hair and tatter clothing. Her eyes gleamed with an ailing yellow glow, her skin was cracked and sickly, her teeth were sharp and curved like fangs. Her fingers shifted between human and beastly talons.

She focused on the lone man, hissing angrily under her breath but Marco remained unmoved by her threat. He patiently kept his gaze, refusing to break contact with the specter.

Without warning, she lashed out. Raising her arms, she lunged forward, hands tensed to wrap themselves against an unsuspecting throat.

The flames from the candles burned orange for a moment before blazing a righteous blue and as the ghostly shade approached Marco, a fiery torrent rose. Her hands scraped at the fire but it stung far worse than any flame she had ever known in life. White smoke curled off her body as the flames shrank but still glowed a pale blue.

“Sorry” Marco gave an unapologetic shrug “Holy candles and a magic circle tends to do that. Because you’re corrupted and all.”

The shade glanced downwards realizing she had been tricked. Beneath the burning doll was a circular chalk outline of complex runes and symbols that glimmered with the faint trace of magic now that they held a wayward spirit.

The ghostly woman thrashed but each time she drew closer to the candles, the fires rose, towering above her in warning. She tried smothering the flames that burnt her childhood treasure but nothing could halt the fire as it consumed the toy slowly.

Marco remained still until the doll was burnt to ash and a gentle wind scattered the remains.

The ghost began to gleam with a pure white light. Her skin cleared, her eyes now a pleasant green, fangs retracted until they became human once more. The clothing mended itself until it was pristine and elegant.

A woman no older than Marco replaced the vicious shade and looked gratefully upon him. He gave a polite, understanding nod as the woman vanished into dozens of tiny lights that quickly ascend into the night sky. The flames went out at once, the candles now waxy puddles as the magic circle’s glow faded.

Marco fished out a scroll from one of the pouches. What once contained unreadable magical runes he could never hope to decipher or read was now blank, its surface empty and bare.

“Another successful contract” Marco sighed appreciatively.

Marco had been training to be a hunter all his life and while his natural talent had gotten him far, he still was new to this line of work. Up to now, all he had really done was help rest some wayward spirits and stopped the occasional zombie horde. The wraith was the first real threat the Guild entrusted to him and while he was happy another soul was now at peace, he did not feel accomplished at his task.

“Hunters do not seek fame and glory” Marco recited the Guild’s manta “but it really does help getting jobs.”

Marco sighed while he began cleaning up the site, brushing the chalk away with his gloved hands and covering the dried wax with dirt when a scream rang out from the darkness. Not a ghastly haunted one but a very real, very helpless living cry for help.

Marco raced through the thickets and foliage of the forest, adrenaline surging into his tired body.

He broke through the bushes and nearly fell off a previously unseen hill in his haste. He flailed wildly, shifting his weight back and forth while trying to regain his balance.

“Okay!” Marco scolded himself “Don’t go running blindly through the forest, it might be a bad idea….”

His voice trailed off when he finally noticed the burning village below, battle cries, crackling flames and terrified screams filled the night in a macabre symphony.

“well shit that’s not good!” Marco cried as he raced forward, one hand reaching for his blade, the other grasping the air in an attempt to steady his footing making his way down to the hill.

He was roughly halfway through his heroic charge when his foot caught a grass clump and took a less than refined spill downhill. He tumbled for a moment or two before being flung through the air straight into a thick fuzzy body and knocking them both onto the scratchy dirt floor.

Marco groaned unhappily, covering his mouth as his stomach churned nauseously.

“Ugh, I hate motion sickness.” Marco gave an ungentlemanly burp before turning to the poor soul he crashed into “You okay?”

A chill ran down his spine as a deep, hungry growl responded to his question. What he mistook for hay was actually dark bluish gray fur that smelt of blood. He gulped nervously as the figure dug their sharp nails into effortlessly the earth. The face was not one of a friend or even human but a wolf’s with murder singing in its red eyes.

“Werewolf” Marco said matter of fact before snapping into action. With one fluent motion, he unsheathed his blade and swung for the beast’s neck.

Marco flinched as the blade bounced harmlessly off the creature. He glanced at his weapon and let out a frustrated moan upon realizing his mistake

“I grabbed the wrong one!” He scolded himself but there was no time to smack himself. The werewolf took advantage of the novice mistake and swiped angrily at the hunter. Marco caught the attack with the flat of his blade but the beast’s strength knocked him back onto the balls of his feet. The creature’s eyes narrowed in excitement as it prepared for one final lunge.

That was its mistake. Marco reached into his coat pocket, pulling out his hand crossbow and sent its payload into the charging werewolf. It howled in pain, the slivered arrow head piercing its thick hide and burying itself deep into its body. It feebly tried to pull the bolt free but the sliver burned, intensifying the pain that coursed through its body.

Marco sheathed the steel blade he accidentally pulled and drew out the sliver one he meant to. The werewolf’s gaze fell upon the weapon, its polished blade gleaming in the moonlight.

For a moment, the world ceased to exist as the two combatants stared the other down, waiting for the moment to strike.

The werewolf broke the stalemate, dropping onto all fours and attempting to blindside Marco with its speed.

Marco scoffed as he brought down his sword into the creature, whispering a prayer as it fell dead at his feet.

Marco wiped the sweat off his brow when the world came crashing back in. What he thought was the werewolf’s primal animistic snarls thundering in his ears were actually echoing all around him.

“It’s a pack” Marco realized “A pack of werewolves.”

Marco pulled the bolt from the dead werewolf and broke into a run, a fearful thought nestling into his mind. He had never fight a werewolf before and this village was at the mercy of a bloodthirsty pack of them. He hadn’t the slightest idea how many were running around or if the town’s guard were ready to deal with such a threat.

Marco felt his desperation rising as he ran through city streets blindly. Fallen bodies, buildings ransacked or destroyed, the living scattered while the hungry howls of wolves came from all directions.

“A hunter out in public? Strange to see one not lurking in the shadows. Perhaps you’ve all grown a backbone.”

Marco skidded to a stop. His skin crawled as a thick, seductive magic blanketed the icy night and weighed heavily on his body.

The young hunter gripped his sliver blade tightly, searching for the owner of the voice but none could be found.

“Here hunter. Above your squishy mortal coil.”

Marco’s eyes hardened at the sight of the man perched lazily on a nearby rooftop: He was hardly much older than Marco with a handsomeness that was too perfect to be human. His raven hair short yet well kept. His pale red eyes glimmered with a dangerous charisma. He wore fine clothing, the kind Marco had only seen nobles or kings flaunt carelessly. His lean frame was draped in black cape with blood red lining that looked like it was dripping free of the fabric.

“Tell me hunter.” the man said with a conversational tone as he slid across the roof tiling “Are you a brave man? Or simply foolish?”

Marco resisted the urge to take a step back: whatever this man was, he was a threat and one that could not be taken lightly.

“Based on your reaction to my presence” The man sneered playfully “You were not sent to hunt me, were you?”

Marco remained silent.

“Hmm” The man stroked his chin thoughtfully “Interesting. I am Count Rictavio von Zarovich, local lord of the area. You can see my castle in the distance.”

Marco glanced where the man gestured and sure enough he could see a small piece of a tower peeking above the treeline.

“I was under the impression the castle had long since been abandoned” Marco replied. He thought frantically of ways to shift the situation in his favor but if he was facing what he thought he was facing, he would be lucky to escape unharmed.

“Ah mortals” Rictavio’s voice took on a longing tone “Your memory is so small.”

“Well” Marco shrugged, eyes locked with von Zarovich “We all can’t be vampires, can we?”

“No” the Count smirked as two long pointed fangs slid down “We can’t.”

Marco’s body tensed as he tried urgently to recall all he could remember about the vampiric undead but before he could gather his thoughts, a howl scattered his thoughts.

He reached madly dove into his pouches, his hands agitated in a mad search for the one item that could protect him.

Another howl screeched even closer than before and out of the corner of his eye, Marco could see large shadows quickly darting out of the forest menacingly.

“Come on” Marco muttered to himself “Come on!”

Rictavio smiled joyfully which Marco wasn’t sure was a good or bad thing.

Marco didn’t stop even as impossibly large black wolves slowly drew closer, their red eyes alive with an unceasing hunger towards the hunter.

Marco nearly sobbed with relief as he pulled free the old, nearly destroyed scroll. He held it triumphantly and with a calm voice, Marco spoke the ancient language written on the paper. it crumbled in his hands while the magic it held took effect.

A shining translucent bubble formed all around him at once, shielding him from the pack and their vampire lord.

One wolf tried biting at the encased hunter but pulled away as a holy energy burnt at its jaw. The other wolves snarled and began circling him once more.

Rictavio looked amused “I have never seen such a shoddy protection spell before. You hunters are so uneducated.”

Marco twitched anxiously. Rictavio was spouting out knowledge about hunters like it was the weather. Most hunters didn’t have a drop of magic in them and magical scrolls and items tended to be rare personal possessions.

What made Marco nervous, however, was how the vampire knew how helpless he truly was: Head to head fights were often ill advised. Monsters and creatures were physically superior to even the fittest hunter. That’s why most usually study their prey, setting up ambushes and waiting for when the situation favored them. Even a hunter’s toolkit was prepared for battling a specific creature which is how Rictavio knew Marco was no threat to him. He was here for a wraith, not a vampire and his pet werewolves.

“The night is young” The Count spoke with an air of confidence “and that spell won’t last forever. This, my dear hunter, is where you die.”

“Well” Marco tried to muster a tone of assurance “You should probably keep count of how many wolves I’m going to kill. I got one earlier so the current count is one. Obviously”

“Humor is all your have now.”

“No” Marco disagreed “I got denial too. Really helps keep the edge off.”

“Your jokes are as terrible as your hunting.”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out?”

Rictavio made a motion to sneer again when, without warning, a warm gentle light basked the area in its illumination.

Marco was fine aside from his eyes readjusting for a moment from the sudden shift in lighting.

His foes were not so lucky.

Steam rolled off the wolves as they writhed in pain, their forms switching between their four legged and their heinous werebeast shapes. Whatever what was going was not what they signed up for and in droves they bolted and escaped into the darkness of the forest.

Rictavio lasted a few moments longer: His skin bruised and flaked under what felt like sunlight but he seemed unconcerned by the new development.

“Run hunter” he mocked with a toothy grin “and let’s see what remains when you return.”

And flourish of his cape, the vampire had vanished and in his place was a gigantic, monstrous bat escaping into the night.

The sphere of protection cracked and broke a few seconds later. The crackling of flames, sobs of sorrow and shouts for help were all that remained of the monsters.

Marco glanced where the strange light came from and found a cloaked figure standing near some trees, her hand outstretched still.

“Who are you?” Marco called, turning to face his savior.

The figure straightened up at once, her hand slipping under her riding cloak as she looked around.

“Who, me?” the figure gestured to herself.

“Umm…yeah” Marco nodded in confirmation “you’re the only one there. Who else would I be talking to?”

“That’s not true” the figure countered childishly “This tree is here. You should really apologize to mister tree.”

“I’m sorry mister tree.”

“Thank you!”

“Now, how did you do that?”

“Oh, you hear that?” the figure nudged the fallen corpse that lay near her feet “He’s talking to you. You should answer. Welp, it looks like you’re having a rather serious conversation so I’ll just get going. Okaythanksbye!”

and just like that, the figure ran, swallowed whole by the looming forest.

Marco frowned: part of him wanted to chase after her not only to properly thank her but also perhaps work out a deal about creating a new protection scroll. She was clearly a powerful spellcaster and her timing was perfect.

But he couldn’t just leave yet, not with the village so devastated. He needed to help the best he could and in any way possible. Guilt bit at him as his failure to repel the attack weighed heavily on his mind.

The damage wasn’t as bad as he initially feared but that didn’t lessen the horrors remained. 12 villagers had died during the attack, a few were bitten but it was unclear if the lycanthropy curse had been passed on to them and some were missing, currently thought to have been carried off by the pack. Many buildings were severely damaged to the point of near collapse and those that weren’t still needed desperate repairs.

“Things look grim” the captain bluntly told Marco “the guard consists of twenty people and we can’t be everywhere at once. We don’t even have enough slivered weapons to properly fight off the pack and we still have the vamprye to content with.”

Marco scratched his chin thoughtfully “It is rather strange a vampire would be able to gain the loyalty of a pack of werewolves.”

“Is it? Such an alliance would be beneficial to both parties” The captain replied “The vamprye gets blood and the wolves meat…..”

“How long ago did he appear? Current rumors stated the castle was abandoned centuries ago.”

“About a month now.” the captain rubbed his eyes tiredly “He appeared without warning but at first it was simply that undead fiend. In his weakened state, he was far easier to fend off. But the next week he came with the wolves. It was a smaller pack then but we were unprepared. Since then, he has come once every week, terrorizing our simple village though I suspect he will return sooner than later.”

“My guild is three days away” Marco said thoughtfully “even if I leave now, I would still have to convince them to pool the resources together to fight this threat and travel back. At a very minimum I return in a week but why do you believe he will attack soon?”

“You, my dear hunter, are a toy to him” The captain spoke simply “He is a cruel and manipulative creature. He would slaughter us to draw you to his castle and quicken your return.”

“I should’ve never came” Marco murmured guiltily

The captain placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder “You did not know. You cannot fault yourself for such a thing. We can only do what we must.”

“Is there anyone who can assist me? I wasn’t exactly prepared to fight a vampire lord.”

“My guard are strong, brave warriors but we cannot leave the town undefended and I doubt the villagers would be so eager to wield weapons against the dead.”

The silence was thick, thoughts swirled in Marco’s head. A vampire count would be an undertaking of its own but a pack of werewolves…..

“Are you prepared to sell your soul hunter?”

Marco stared quizzically at the captain

The captain shifted uneasily “…There are two….women…in the forest that may be able to assist you…for a price.”

Marco caught the subtle contempt laced in the man’s voice “Not a fan I take it?”

“Witches” the captain said straight to the point “They live deep in the forest. Unholy beings with unnatural magic. We avoid them at all costs but if you wish to rid this place of the vampyre, they may be your only hope.”

“I’ve worked with stranger” Marco admitted “and I take it since everyone avoids these witches, everyone knows where to find them?”

The captain clenched his fist tightly.

“That is more homey than I’d expected” Marco told himself as he stood in front of the witches hut.

It was a simple hut made of wood and straw. A cozy light slipped out of the door frame as strange charms hung from the roof, swaying gently in the breeze.

As the young hunter made his way closer, the door swung open invitingly almost like it knew he was coming.

“Well…that’s not foreboding at all” Macro shook his head while he made his way inside “not in the slightest.”

“It wasn’t meant to be dearie but you’ve had a long night.” A friendly older voice called out to him.

“One you seem to be well aware of.” Marco answered as he finally entered the abode.

The interior of the hut was small but loving. A fire place in the corner, kitchen opposite side. A desk with several blank scrolls and books, strange, foreign plants and materials kept away in small drawers near a large cauldron and through the cracked door leading to another room, Marco spotted two humble beds.

The woman sat by the roaring fire place, a leather bound book sitting in her lap as she peered at Marco through her reading glasses.

She was a tiny woman, shorter than he to be sure. Her eyes were grayish purple color that gleamed kindly. Her skin was pale and her long poofy teal hair ran down her back. Two red spades graced her cheeks (witch marks Marco remembered). She wore a long purple dress with gray gloves and simple black footwear with purple socks. She looked more like someone’s mother than a powerful spell caster but Marco was not fooled.

“Take a seat.” The woman gestured to the chair across from her.

“Thank you” Marco nodded amicably as he dropped into the chair ungracefully

“Would you fancy a bit of tea? Or perhaps some coffee?”

Marco shook his head “I rather not.”

“Wary I see.”

“offended?”

The woman chuckled “not at all! It is expected when one wanders the forest. Dark, dangerous things live out here.”

“Since you know all about me, why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“of course. My name is Eclipsa.” the woman revealed “I am humble witch and nothing more Mr. Diaz.”

“How long have you been watching me?” Marco asked politely.

“Since you entered the forest of course.” Eclipsa gave a friendly smile “Can’t have strange man wandering about especially a hunter. Thank for you easing Nora. She was a good woman.”

“I was doing my job. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“So your words say yet your heart speaks otherwise. Helping a village is rather sweet of you.”

“It was foolhardy” Marco replied bitterly.

“Nevertheless sweet.” Eclipsa pressed “One does not cancel the other. Actions can be a multitude of things.”

Marco glanced about the home “The villagers don’t like or trust you.”

Eclipsa gasped mockingly “I would’ve never guessed such a thing! I kid of course. I am well aware of the villagers hatred of me but I wouldn’t harm them. Not like that vampiric friend of yours.”

“I’m surprised he hasn’t paid you a visit.”

“He tried.” the witch sipped her tea “But he quickly found out that was a very unwise choice. He’s avoided me since though I suspect he’s planning his revenge.”

Marco opened his mouth to continued when the door opened once again and a cheerful voice called out “Granny, I’m back!”

In walked the cloaked figure from before, a basket of colorful flowers hanging from her arm as she pulled back her hood. A long, flowing blonde braided mane tumbled free and Marco was momentarily awestruck by the young woman.

Her eyes were a sky blue with childish and rather endearing skulls as her witchmarks. She wore a black short sleeve blouse with pink trim and long flowing black skirt that stopped at her ankles. She wore practical mud covered work boots and the typical witches hat with a conical crown and wide brim. Hanging off the tip of her headgear was a home made stitched heart that gave her a rather adorable quality.

She took one step in, took notice of their guest (he knew she recognized him based on how wide her eyes had gotten) but never skipped a step as she nervously greeted Marco.

“Hello stranger I’ve never seen before!” Star gave a tense bow “W-what brings you to our humble…”

“Star” Eclipsa cut in “I know you went to the village.”

“Whaaaaaat?” the woman replied in a deadpanned, not so convincing tone “Me? The village? Nooookay I’m sorry but there was a fire. Screams! And they weren’t directed at us for once”

“Star, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know but….”

Eclipsa sighed “I know you want to go but it’s safer for you here. Now, we have a guest.”

“Right….oh. Oh!” Star pivoted on her heels and faced the hunter “May I offer you some food? Perhaps a drink?”

“No thanks” Marco softly waved his hand “Your grandmother offered me but thank you all the same.”

“You are welcome.”

“And thank you for saving my life.”

Star’s cheeks took on a pink hue as she gave a casual smirk “It was my pleasure. I mean I couldn’t just let them eat you! Well I guess I could’ve but it didn’t seem right.”

“Admittedly it wouldn’t have been a good day for me. Not fond of being a chew toy.” Marco chuckled.

Star giggled cutely “I don’t think anyone is.”

The two shared a small smile before a cough knocked them out of their stupor.

“Mr. Diaz.” Eclipsa gave a knowing grin at Marco’s reddened cheeks “I am aware why you have come and I am afraid I cannot assist you.”

Marco’s shoulders sagged in defeat “Without your help, I won’t be able to kill the vampire.”

“Perhaps but I am not a fan of needless conflict. I am just an old woman who wishes to live in peace.”

Marco sighed tiredly.

“Star, on the other hand, will be more than eager to join your quest.”

“Yeah!” Star nodded in agreement “I totally would.” She paused, finally processing what was said “Wait, I would? I mean yeah but you never…”

“I never let you go unsupervised my dear” Eclipsa explained “You are quite reckless.”

“For the last time that sprite startled me! The fire was not my fault.” Star quickly chimed in.

“Regardless how a fire did or did not spontaneously burst into existence matters not.” The older witch ignored Star’s comments “You will guide Marco and assist in his quest. You were planning on doing so anyway.”

The younger witch said nothing

“I know you dislike Rictavio far more than I but you cannot simply just attack a vampire. They are not like other creatures and to recklessly assault one will not end well. So better to send you with a trained hunter than have you unwisely sneak off on your own and get yourself killed or worse, turned.”

“Me? Killed? Turned?” Star scoffed at the idea “C'mon granny, I can handle myself.”

“Your grandmother is right.” Marco spoke up as he rose to his feet “Vampires are not to be trifled with so casually.”

“Actually she is my ninth great granddaughter” Eclipsa corrected Marco “It’s simply easier to call me Granny Eclipsa.”

Marco stared in disbelief “Just rolls off the tongue huh?”

Eclipsa let out a small laugh “You say great nine times and see how eager you are to do so again. So Mr. Hunter, I shall allow my Star to guide you. In exchange, you must ensure her safe return to me.”

“You have my promise.”

“Don’t you want to hear an or else? For dramatic effect?” Eclipsa rose an eyebrow.

“You are a powerful and educated witch. I am well aware what will happen if I do not fulfill my promise.”

Eclipsa gave a joyful smile “It is so refreshing to talk in such a straight forward manner. I do hope you survive. Such a nice lad. Well off with you two.”

Marco and Star looked at one another “What?”

Marco and Star stood outside with the same shell shock expression on their faces as the hut door closed behind them.

“So…is this what getting kicked out of a house is like?” Star joked.

“It feels familiar” Marco admitted “though most of the time I’m being tossed out a window. It’s nice to go through the door for once.”

“I don’t think that’s what windows are for….”

Marco shrugged “I would like to point out I never said I went willingly.”

“Why would you?” Star nudged him playfully “That’s way too much work.”

Marco tried to suppress a smile but it ended up spilling onto his face anyway.

“So, ready to take down a vampire?” Star asked curiously

“Not really but lead on witchy woman.”

“Okay but only because you would get so loooooost.”

Marco and Star stumbled out of the bushes. Marco wildly slashed and thrust his blade into whatever was chasing them as Star let out a frantic battle cry, flames pouring out of her palms.

The creature snarled in annoyance, taking one last swipe at the witch.

“Watch out!” Marco cried, pushing Star out of the way just in time for a large scaly claw to narrowly miss her head.

“Back! BACK I SAY!” Star yelled, arcane energy crackling between her fingers.

The creature knew better than to pursue. It snorted before retreating into the thicket.

Marco and Star laid on the ground, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her frame.

“I told you it was a dragon.” Marco scolded gently.

“Nah” Star shook her head “its got to be a salamander. Those things get huuuuge out here.”

“It breathed fire!”

“And your point is?”

“It wasn’t on fire. Fire salamanders always set themselves on fire!”

“What? No, that’s not how they work”

“I studied them! I fought one! I know how they work.”

“Psst, clearly your books are wrong.”

“Clearly you can’t tell a salamander from a dragon!”

“Aren’t they in the same family?”

Marco opened his mouth before stopping dead in his tracks “I…don’t know actually.”

“We should find out.” Star jumped to her feet and offered a hand to Marco.

He shook his head as he gripped it tightly and allowed his partner to lift him to his feet.

“So this is the castle….” Marco whispered “Well fuck.”

The castle stood high above their heads surrounded by cliffs. While it towered in the distance when Marco first saw it, now it loomed over them, impossibly large. Time ravaged banners fluttered helplessly in the winds, the ancient stone still sturdy and well built and a lonely road spiraled around the mountain was the only visible path. Any hopes of catching the count unaware were an impossibility.

“…Looks like we’re going to have to walk up” Marco murmured to himself, still lost in his thoughts. There must’ve been a way to some how reach the castle unnoticed.

“Well duh” Star rolled her eyes “It leads to the front door! How else are we supposed to get in? A window? Psst, those are waaaay too high up.”

“I was kinda hoping to get in unseen” Marco said “I don’t like the idea of Rictavio having time to set up for us. Can’t you fly us up or something?”

“I am a witch, not a bird. Besides the spell would only last ten minutes if I use it on the both of us and there’s no way we’re going all the way up there in that time. Come on, just take the path before you. The sooner we kick this vampire’s ass, the sooner everyone is safe.”

“Star” Marco shook his head “I don’t think you’re understanding the problem here. Vampires are powerful creatures. Even magic would have a hard time piercing their unearthly nature. We can’t just walk up to him and go ‘hey we’re here to kill you! Stand still please.'”

“Sure we can” Star waved off Marco’s comment “I’ll just sunbeam him and that’ll be that.”

“We need to be more discreet” Marco argued

“We need to launch an all out attack!” Star countered

“Recklessly charging is going to get us killed!”

“Recklessly charging has always worked for me!”

“How?!”

“I’m a witch!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“You don’t make any sense!”

“Star, that literally makes no sense.”

“Well” Star turned on her heel and faced Marco directly “Make sense then!”

“Fine!” Marco shouted “Duck now!”

Star blinked in confusion “Wait, what?”

Marco dropped low to the ground, pulling Star downwards with him as a massive wolf leapt at them from the shadows, his jaw biting into thin air.

Marco drew his sliver sword but Star was faster on the uptake. She gestured to the wolf, her skulls glowing with magical energy.

The wolf struggled against some unseen force, muscles stiffening as they were frozen in place by Star’s spell.

Marco quietly stabbed the still, silent creature, holding his blade until it fell limp before him.

“Whew. Good acting Star.” Marco gave a grateful smile.

“Umm….” Star looked back and forth uneasily “yeah…was totally aware he was there.”

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you could restrain monsters.”

“Well you didn’t tell me…umm…..yeah!”

Marco shook his head as his eyes fell upon the wolf’s corpse, began forming in his mind.

“Hey Star…..can you make disguises?”

#star vs au #my stuff #my story #starcoween #story #vampire hunter au

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demonslayer-yanderes · 7 years

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“No! Don’t leave! I’ll die without you!” Very desperate Hanzo, Genji, Prefall Gabe and Orisa hc where captors are scrambling to get reader to not break up with them after blowing their cover as yandere? (Ie killing potential suitors behind back, etc?)

Hanzo was always taught to be discreet, neat, and quick. He was all of those with each and every life he took be it an animal or human. He did everything he was taught- everything right, so why were you here? You had no reason to be here and he gave no indication of what he was going to do once he excused himself from your side. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of your ex dead in the alleyway in which you unknowingly walked into your boyfriend doing the unimaginable. You fervently glanced at the arrow sticking out of his chest cavity and the surprised expression Hanzo was giving you. You take a step back as he reaches his hand out to you; scared.

“Wait,” He says as firmly as he can, “Let me explain, 私の愛.”

“I didn’t see- I didn’t see you do anything. I-I won’t tell anyone and-” You fumble over your words, speaking too fast for the either of you to comprehend.

Your boyfriend takes hold of your hand causing you to flinch. He frowns at this but doesn’t let go, “Allow me to explain.”

“Explain what? That- that you killed him? My ex? For what?” You sputter at the audacity he had to try and explain what didn’t need explaining. You know what he did when he was still the heir to the Shimada clan but he told you, he promised you, that he was no longer affiliated with the clan and those days were far behind him.

“He was trying to intervene in our relationship,” Hanzo begins lowly, “Did you think why he would suddenly want to come back in your life? Because he wants what is mine and that i can not allow that. Ever.”

“Hanzo,” You choke out a sob and try to pull back your hand to no avail, his hand gripped onto yours like a vice, “Let me go…”

“Please, calm down-”

“Let me go!” You shriek and he clasps his other hand over your mouth. You struggle against him as hard as you can but it’s no use. His strength was far superior to yours and you stood no chance, “I can’t love a killer!” You hiss through his palm and he freezes.

“What,” He licks his dry lips and slowly removes his hand from your mouth, “What are you saying?”

You swallow a lump in your throat but press on, “If you let me go, i won’t go to the police- I won’t tell anyone about what happened so-”

“What about us?” His voice shakes but his brows remained furrowed.

“There is no us anymore.” You say softly. It didn’t occur to you that he might kill you too, it never crossed your mind, but if it had you knew he wouldn’t, “So just let me go, okay? I promise I won’t say a word to anyone.”

You glance once more at the dead corpse but hold your breath. Hanzo’s lip quivers as he processes what you’re saying. “No,” He says lowly, “No! Don’t leave me! I will die without you!”

He grabs you by the shoulders firmly and you can’t help but gasp at his sudden roughness, “Hanzo, stop.”

“Please,” He begs in a voice you’ve never heard before. His desperation sounded like that of a wounded animal. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, “You are all I have.”

Genji tried very hard to keep himself in check at all times and usually it didn’t take more effort than blinking but tonight was different, very different. Your new neighbor was getting awfully friendly with you both when he was and wasn’t there. On numerous occasions you’ve assured him it was nothing and that your neighbor was just being friendly. For awhile it kept him at bay and he did his best to ignore it. But when your neighbor suddenly starts flirting with you in front of him he’s had enough.

Genji stands inbetween the two of you and stares the other down with a look even you were unfamiliar with. It reminded you of that of a predator. He and your neighbor just looked at one another eye to eye for several moments before the latter scoffed and rolled their eyes.

“What’re you doing?” They raised a brow, crossing their arms.

“I could ask you the same.” Is all he says as he takes a step forward. Your neighbor doesn’t back up.

“Look, man-” They sneer but Genji swiftly cuts them off.

“You look,” He utters sternly, “I know you’re new here and in search of new friends but my s/o doesn’t need new friends.”

“Excuse you?” They scoff at his audacity. They jab a finger at his chest and open their mouth to speak but only an abrupt scream fills the room. You gasp in horror at your boyfriend breaking your neighbor’s finger.

“You seem nice,” Genji points out his observation before his voice turns dark, “I’d hate to kill you.”

You spew an unbelievable amount of apologies to your neighbor before calling the paramedics. To avoid trouble you swiftly lead Genji into your home, slamming the door behind you

“What the hell was that?!” You scream at him and he jolts in surprise as if he didn’t expect you to be upset.

“They were trying-” Genji tries to defend himself but you scoff and cut him off before he has a chance to do so.

“They weren’t trying to do anything!” You shout, glaring at the man, “You broke his finger, Genji! For no reason! Since when did you suddenly have random bursts of violence, huh? Because that is not the man I fell in love with.”

He holds his hand out to you for reconciliation but you slap it away, glaring at him. You felt absolutely disgusted with how he was acting and did not want to indulge him in any piss-poor apology he was going to give you.

“Please, sweet flower, just give me a chance.” He voice was soft and nonthreatening, exactly the opposite of what it was just a few moments ago. Somehow you felt you couldn’t let your guard down.

“No,” You cross your arms across your chest, “I think you should leave.”

He gives you a questioning look but doesn’t make a move, “Flower?”

Turning around you yanked the door open and pointed out the door, “Leave.”

Tears start to well within his eyes, “No, please,” He falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist as he presses his face against your lower abdomen with a sob, “Don’t leave me. I’ll die without you…”

“No! Don’t leave! I’ll die without you!” Gabriel shouts after you as he chases you down the corridor. Your heart was racing with tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, “Wait!”

You didn’t mean to see it- see him doing that. You knew he was in Blackwatch, and despite the rumors you did your damnedest not to believe them, but you didn’t know he would kill one of your closest friends. No matter how many times you told him, promised him, he was just a friend he didn’t believe you. Why couldn’t he trust you? What was he so paranoid of? He had your love, he knew that, so what did he have to take someone so very important away from you? So many questions flew through your mind with too little answers.

You let out a cry when Gabriel finally caught up to you and pinned you to the cold, hard floor. You didn’t bother to struggle against him as his hands bruised your wrists. He kisses the back of your head, whispering an apology. You wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor right then and there and just disappear.

“Mi amor, mi amor,” His breathing is labored when he intertwines his fingers with yours, “He wasn’t a good man.”

“Why would you say that? He was my closest friend.” You choke out a sob, turning your face to avoid his kisses.

“It’s because he was so close to you,” He explains, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “He can’t love you like I love you. We’re close, we’re in love. Don’t forget that, bello, we’re in love and I am all that you need, okay? You’re all that I need, mi amor.”

He kept repeating this like a broken mantra as you lied pinned beneath him, crying silently.

Efi was still in the process of programming Orisa’s knowledge of fundamental laws. She knew the basics such as jaywalking, running a red light, stealing, and so forth. What she didn’t know, or rather she didn’t know better, was that one couldn’t just push someone into a nearby well because she felt…what did she feel? She was unsure but whatever it was it made her upset. Distressed. Jealous.

By the time they found him he was already dead. He died due to internal bleeding, Orisa explained to you as you shook in fear. You witnessed her push the man into the well. She had to explain but you just would not listen to her. She didn’t know what to do so she brought you back to your home, carrying you kicking and screaming. It certainly caused quite the sight in public but the citizens of Numbani were used to Efi’s new project by now and didn’t think much of it aside from a slight inconvenience.

“Please understand that my program in regards to civilian behavior may be malfunctioning.” Is the best she can come up with when she doesn’t even know why she did what she did.

“Orisa, you killed someone. Do you know what that means?” You bellow. She pauses for a long while, unable to form a response, “I can’t handle this- I’m- I’m leaving for a bit.”

“No!” Orisa suddenly turns gold defensively, “Do not leave! I fear I will malfunction once more without you.”

#hanzo shimada #genji shimada #gabriel reyes #orisa #overwatch #yandere

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ourwingsofwarriors · 7 years

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Hope (Reiner X Reader) FINAL

Read the chapters here: Chapters 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Characters: Reiner Braun, Reader, OC Pairing: Reader x Reiner Rating: M for MMMM Daddy (sex, death, swearing etc) A/N: not a suggested read if you have not read the manga.

You were woken up by the sound of the others being dragged out of their cells. Panicking, you threw your old clothes through the bars, apart from your cloak, which you put on, hiding the fact you were actually in Reiner’s old uniform, hiding the wings of freedom from view. “Don’t forget her!” The guard shouted, and the door opened, you sat there, looking up at the little glimpse of light… was this it? Were you going to die?

You were dragged out along with the others, up and out of the prison in chains. You knew what was going to happen, you would be dragged through the city to the port, being hurled abuse at, you had seen it plenty of times before.

Hanging your head, you walked, your neck stiff, you had an iron collar attached to chains on you, it was too tight, making it hard to breath. “Scum!” You heard “Whore!” You felt the weight of the world on your shoulders as you looked to the floor, tears welling up in your eyes. You just wanted to see Reiner, you just wanted to see him one last time, to tell him everything, to let him know how much you loved him… to be held by him one last time.

You were dragged through the ghetto, where you saw Karina, standing with Gabi, the look on Gabi’s face was of pure disappointment, Karina looked happy, you guessed it must of been her who had told the guards about the headquarters

“That's what you deserve” she hissed “Trying to seduce my son!” “[Y/N]...” Gabi sobbed “Why!”

You looked down again, not wanting to face the two of them, would this make Gabi work harder to become the next armoured titan? Did she really think that Reiner would continue to be next to her throughout it? She had no idea that Reiner would be killed the instant she ate him?

You could see the harbour, the smell of the sea, the smell of freedom. Looking around, you desperately searched for Reiner in the crowd. But you couldn’t see him… maybe they were not coming after all.

You heart sank, wanting to break down and scream your lungs out, knowing this was it, your time was up. You were pushed onto the boat, you fell to your knees in misery. “Goodbye…” you whispered. Looking across to the city you had lived in, that you were now leaving, as a traitor.

“Here come the warriors!” shouted a little girl from the crowd, you instantly searched the crowd for Reiner.

It was him. He was dressed in his uniform, next to Zeke and Porco. He looked happy, smiling and waving to the crowds… but you knew it was for show, Reiner hated them all. You knew it.

“Get them on the boats now!” shouted a Marleyan soldier. “They don’t deserve this crowd”

They were soon aboard. Zeke walking up and down the prisoners, looking at each of our faces.

He stopped at you, looking down at you. “You know, I have seen so many of you, try to raise an army, to fight back. All of you end up here, even my parents, I sent them to their deaths for being traitors. They didn’t deserve to live. Yet my stupid father lived on, now my brother, has his power. It’s funny really isn’t it? You will all have the fate that my mother had, there is no turning back, you will live the rest of your miserable lives on that island, as mindless titans!” he laughed, walking away “shame, such a pretty face eh Reiner” He patted him on the shoulder. I could hear the others starting to cry, now knowing exactly what was going to happen next…

“Reiner, why are you wearing that?” Zeke looked down, Reiner had put on his 3DMG, standing awkwardly “Why?” “Because, what if they are there… and we need to fight” “I like your thinking! Try and get more of them this time, we can all look at them and study how they are used” Zeke smiled “That's why we kept you alive”

Was Reiner on borrowed time? Had Zeke planned on killing Reiner before this? Was that why Reiner was so desperate to see you so much?

The boat set off… soon you would be kneeling on the wall awaiting your fate.

Of course that time came too soon…

“Get off” Porco shouted at the prisoners, you followed, but he stopped you, looking at you, the other warriors were off on the shore of the island, allowing Porco to take charge. “[Y/N] why…” he muttered “Why did you…” “I did it for us…” you whispered “Why did you have to fight against our own people..” “I…” He paused for a moment “Marcel would of been….” “I know...I’m sorry” “He loved you, he hated how you looked at Reiner” “I…” “And now, he would hate me too, sending you to your death” “You don’t have to do this… you know that, there are no Marleyans here right now” “But… I have no choice..” he sighed. Leading you off the boat, along the wooden planks.

You looked up to the walls, seeing the others climbing the stairs to their dooms. “Reiner take this one” Porco said, pinching my arm “she won’t fucking stay in line” Reiner grabbed your arm, pulling you forward, towards the stairs. “I have a plan” “Don’t worry about me..” You bit your lip, trying not to cry in front of Reiner “I’m ready now” “[Y/N]...” “Sometimes our fates are just cruel” “I can’t let yo..” “When the time comes.. Kill me, slice me down” “I can’t..” “Reiner, please, don’t let me kill others when I turn…” He grabbed your arm tighter, he himself was trying not to break down too. You reached the top of the stairs, you saw the others, all kneeling at the edge of the wall. You were lead to the end, Reiner gently pushing you to your knees. You looked out into the open fields. It was just like how you imagined, it was beautiful, the air was clear, the skies blue.

“Today you will be punished” shouted Zeke “For your crimes against the Marleyans and your own people! You will live the rest of your lives as mindless, ugly, human eating titans! You will suffer, you will be forever walking through this land, unable to speak, to cry… to even think” He walked towards Frederick, the first in line “you knew my father didn’t you? Isn’t this a moment to remember!” He pulled out a box from his pocket, opening it, pulling out the syringe. “When you see him in hell, tell him I said hello” He laughed, injecting him in the back of the neck before kicking him off the wall. The others started to beg for mercy, crying. You just kneeled there, in silence.

A flash of light blinded you for a moment, before all you could see was a small titan, you couldn’t deny it, he was ugly, he looked around, his legs long, deformed. You looked away as he tried to climb up the wall to reach one of the others to eat them.

“Who is next… let’s see..” “What the fuck is that?” Porco called out, pointing out into the distance “Zeke!” “Well… well well. If it isn’t my little brother” He turned to the others “Prepare for battle, take down their titan shifters, we need them”

There was a sudden flash again, this time.. Two titans were on the ground, a small one, who looked quick, his mouth wide… and the other… was a giant.. Beast. “Now is your chance” Reiner said quickly “If they get to you, tell them you’re [Y/N] Ackerman from the eldian resistance in Marley okay!” He panicked. “Reiner!” You called out a he pulled out a dagger “Don’t! Don’t fight them!” “I have to…” “No! No you don’t!” He looked at you a you stood up “Take this” He said, pulling off the 3DMG, “hold up your cloak” you pulled it up before he started to attach it to you “I’m sure you will be able to use it better than me” “Reiner... please… please don’t fight them!” “I have to…. Or..” he pushed you away, “I love you” he cried out, before jumping down as a flash of light blinded you, causing you to fall to your knees, when you looked back, you saw him… his titan form. He looked back at you before joining the other two…

In the distance, two lights were seen, you guessed that was the survey corps on a expedition to the wall. You looked as you then saw horses, a lot of them riding your way… but the three of them were not moving, they stood there, almost like they had planned this all along.

“Help us” cried the other prisoners on the wall, as you got up to get them loose of their chains the beast titan swiped them all off, leaving just you. You stared at him, before turning your back and running along the wall away from him. Your heart pounding, you pulled off your long cloak, revealing the Survey corp uniform, it was big on your but you didn’t mind it, it represented something more than just a uniform, it represented freedom. You looked back to see men and women flying around in the sky, you stopped in complete awe of what you were seeing… so this was what Reiner was part of?

“And who are you?” You felt a sharp metal object poke you in the back “turn around” “I...I” You froze, who was now behind you? You turned to see a small man, his hair dark as the night with piercing grey eyes, next to him, a taller woman, with goggles on. “I’m..” “Explain yourself, why are you wearing that” “I’m… I’m [Y/N] Ackerman..” you looked to them “of the Eldian resistance” “Like…” The woman said “like Grisha?” “Grisha Jaeger?” You asked “yes.. Him”

“How did you get the uniform?” she asked, looking at you in the oversized clothes “Re…” “Reiner braun?” the smaller one said “was it him?” “Ye….yes” “I see. Well I’m sure you know who we are” “Er…” You looked at the two of them “Levi…” you pointed to the short one “How the…” “Reiner…” You muttered “he told me everything..” You looked at the taller girl “And Hanji..” “Bingo!” Hanji laughed “Wow, you are an ackerman too then? Maybe you two are related” “I doubt it” Levi hissed “stay out of the way, we have a few things to deal with, I am going to kill the beast titan” “Zeke?” “So that’s his n…” “Hanji! We don’t have time” “Oh.. oh yeah” the two of them ran off, before jumping off the wall and flying off. You stood there in shock. What the hell had just happened. You ran closer to the battle, hoping to help if someone was injured, but instead, blood soaked the ground, Zeke was smashing humans onto the stone, like they were tiny ants.

And that’s when you saw.. Reiner’s titan on his knees, three cloaked men stabbing at his nape, steam rising up..

“Reiner…” You cried.

But then you suddenly felt a surge of energy through you, your body started to shake and feel stronger as you watched them hack into the back of Reiners titan. Your blood pressure rose, your heart pounded within your chest. You looked down at the 3DMG, remembering what Reiner had told you about it on the first night you spent together. You held onto the triggers, your fist sweating from your body overheating. You pulled the triggers sending two hooks into Reiners titan and you flew through the air, panicking a little as your balance wasn’t perfect. You landed however. Holding on, using your feet to hold your body up right

“Stop it!” you cried out “stop!” You stared at them, they looked shocked

“Who the fuck…” One of the men said, “who the fuck are you?” “I am [Y/N] and you are not taking him!” You looked down, you could see Reiners back in the titan, you went over, trying to cover him “please..” “He killed Marco..” The man said “he is a bastard and I will watch him die today!” “Jean…” You muttered, his eye’s widened “How the hell?” “Please.. You know how it feels to lose someone important… so..” but before you could continue another of the group kicked you down, leaving you hanging from the wires of the 3DMG “Shut up!” screamed another of the boys “shut the fuck up!” Jean continue to hack at Reiner, more steam releasing from him “You don’t understand what he did, what all of them did to us!” “I know what happened! I do! He told me..” “Was he bragging about it?!” The boy said “fucking bast…” “No! No he wasn’t! He spoke of you all! He felt like this place was home” “Why are we even talking to her Conny!” Jean called out to the other one “she is with them!” “Your right!” You felt the wires suddenly break free, as Conny broke through your wires with his blades, letting you fall, rolling down Reiner’s arched back to the floor. Landing with a thud on the dirt below.

You blacked out.

“Give up Reiner!” you heard someone shouting as you opened your eyes, your head was ringing from the fall. You looked at the gear, it was broken, it had come off when you landed on the floor.

You felt a sharp pain in your side, one of the blades from your own gear was lodged into your stomach, it must of pierced through you as you struggled to get a grip on Reiner as you had fallen. You pulled the blade out, throwing it to the side, your body crying out in pain.

You looked towards the source of the noise.

Against the wall was the three of them, Zeke, Porco and Reiner. “Tell us everything! Now!” “Rein….” You tried to get up. “Reiner..” You mumbled, crawling towards him. He looked at you, making the others turn around “Oh look!” Hanji cried out “she isn’t dead! Wonderful, I have a lot of questions for her” “Leave her alone…” Reiner begged “take me, please, I won’t fight anymore, just don’t hurt her” “That’s cute” Jean said “shame you are the one responsible for everyone's death, you don’t get to choose who lives and dies anymore. “The men are ready” Another voice could be heard “shall we end this?” “Good.” Hanji smiled “bring over the injections”

You felt the world starting to spin. You looked at Reiner, you too were on borrowed time.

“Stay with me..” Reiner called out, noticing your eyes closing slowly “[Y/N]! Don’t close your eyes!” “Hanji! We are losing her!” Jean called “shit.” “Re….Reine…” “No! No no!” Reiner begged. He watched you fall backwards, the last thing you heard was Reiner calling your name, a smile forming on your face as you took your last breath, you had made it to the island with Reiner… in your mind, your dream had come true…

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Request: “I have read every teen wolf fic you have written! (Especially the Isaac ones) and I was wondering if you guys were taking requests because I was listening to piano music and there was one song, Cold by Jorge Mendez and I thought of a Isaac Lahey x Reader where the reader likes Isaac but she doesn’t say anything because their friends and Isaac returns those feelings but he’s quiet because he’s shy. And then reader gets hurt and then fluff? You can change it any way you want. No rush either. <3″

Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, awkwardness, blushing, swearing, sadness, etc.

Your P.O.V

Why do I do this to myself? He’s grown more confident since his shifting. Isaac, I mean. But still, the shy Isaac I once met, continues to show whenever I’m around. The girl’s in our school have grown a liking towards him. But they are not me. They do not know what we’ve been through together. They don’t know the sacrifice I’d give for him. They don’t know how he walks and talks. But I do. Still, I ache to let him know of my true intentions- my love for him. But he is only my friend. Nothing more. All of a sudden, I feel a sharp tug at my shoulder. Glancing up, I turn my attention to see Allison.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” I nod, pushing past her. She continues on my tale. “You were staring again..-” Stating the obvious, as usual. “-why don’t you just tell him?” I look over at him. He puts his books away, putting on a facade for the popular girl, who continued to make attempts or excuses to touch him. He looked uncomfortable, obviously not accustomed to that much physical contact. But still, he was smiling, none the less. I glance at my converse, breathing in through my nose. “Because, I am only a friend.” Before she could muster any sort of comeback, I walk over to Isaac, coughing to grab their attention.

“Excuse me?” Miss popular stops laughing for a minute, only to replace her cute look with a viper like glare. I continue as she eyes me up and down. “May I steal Isaac for a minute?” She scoffed, barely getting out a word before I pulled him away. “Thanks!” I could feel her dagger filled glare from behind me. “Thank you. I thought she was gonna take me right there in the hallway.” Ew.. I can’t help but wince at the thought. “Yeah, no problem. You looked like you were in desperate need of a savior.” He smiled softly, a simple action that continued to drive me crazy. The halls started to clear out for classes.

I’m about to head to mine before I’m pulled roughly back. Our hands were intertwined like a complex cob web. Our cheeks flushed as we struggled helplessly to unravel them. It takes us a few minutes to break away from one another, both sputtering not needed apologies. We both rub the back of our necks, a little thing we picked up from one another. God, he was so adorable. “I- should uh- probably get to class-” He nodded, not moving from his place in the hallway, only inches away from me. “Yeah, uh- me too. I’ll see you later, (Y/n)..” I do not move. Apart of me me can’t.

The other doesn’t want to. It feels like my feet were glued to the floor. I just wanted to stand there and look at him forever. But I know, I can’t. I force myself to speak. “Yeah.. I’ll see you later.” And with that, I turn over my shoulder and head to class, reluctantcy following me, deeply. I sigh to myself, rubbing the back of my neck. Why don’t you just tell him? Allison’s question echoed in my head. I asked myself the same thing before I realized, I was nothing but a friend to him. I wasn’t pretty and perfect like those other girls. I am not built like them. I am beyond different. In every shape and form. He deserves better. He deserves the world. I wish I could give him that, and more.

But I am only a friend. I take a deep breath in, then out. If that’s what I am. I will play the part beautifully, despite the pain from within.

Isaac’s P.O.V

I watch her walk away. Her hair moving swiftly as she makes her way into her classroom. (Y/n) looked back over her shoulder, smiling at me. God, her smile. I wave my hand at her, like an idiot. But she giggles in response, only making my heart flutter even more. I walk backwards, not daring to take my gaze away from her. She was just so beautiful. (Y/n) opens her mouth to say something. “Isaac, watch out!” I don’t understand what she means until I run directly into a door. My classroom door, to be exact. I overhear Stiles snort, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. After glaring daggers at him, I looked back to see (Y/n), smiling bright.

I bit my lip to hide my ever growing flustered grin. A low voice questioned. “Are you going to stand there all day and gaze at your girlfriend or can we start class?” I scurry to the back of the room, slipping into my chair, directly next to Scott, who grinned at me. Stiles sat in front of us, turning over his shoulder, only to snicker. “Isaac and (Y/n), sitting in a tree-” I blushed, rolling my eyes. “Stiles, shut up!” He continued, despite my hissing. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” I whack him in the back of the head with my chemistry notebook. He yelps, cowering. “Ow! Scott, aren’t you gonna do something?!” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Nope, you deserved that.” Stiles looked at him, gasping. “Betrayed by my own brother!”

He leaned against the back of his chair, looking between the two of us. “Meet me at my locker after school. We’re going after this thing.” I nodded, clicking my pen before writing down the notes. A few seconds pass before I hear a small voice whisper. “You should ask her out. She likes you, ya know.” Scott. We glance at one another before looking back at the board. I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how to? I wanted more than anything to ask (Y/n) out. But I was scared, petrified even. She was just so, so perfect. In every way, shape and form. I loved her and everyone knew it. In fact, everyone shipped it. I was the problem. I didn’t have the guts to tell her the truth. How could I? Where would I even start? I push the thought out of my head and start writing.

Your P.O.V.

We all met at Scott’s locker, like we planned. I stood near Isaac, glancing up at him, occasionally. After going over the plan, I took my position with Stiles. Cocking the gun into place, I set it on the table, strapping the knifes and swords to my hip belt. Stiles gripped onto his metal bat. I smile. Must be new. Because we were human we stayed near the back. But that didn’t make us any less weak. We stood outside the front gate, waiting for the signal. However, it never came. We heard a loud cry come from inside. Stiles and I glanced at one another, cautiously as the screams grew louder. I went inside, cocking the gun. “Stay behind me.” I said, flanking him. He nodded, not too eager to take the risk I’m doing.

We headed over to the main hallway. The monster we were hunting, towered over Scott and Isaac. My heart broke at the sight of one of my best friends bloody and beaten, not to mention, my first love, broken and covered in his own blood. In that moment, something in me broke. I couldn’t lose them. I won’t lose them. “Stiles, run.” He watches my gaze darken, slightly afraid. “What’re you gonna do?” I walk forward, shooting the beasts arms. “Being a distraction. Get them out! NOW!” He didn’t wait for me to finish, already running around the opposite hall to sneak behind the beast and slip the boys out. The beasts attention was now directed toward me, snarling.

Every other step I took, I shot with pinpoint accuracy. The beast was mad- no- pissed. Good. The moment the last shell left my gun, I threw it to the ground, preparing myself with two knives. I threw them at his face, growling. “Come and get me you, son of bitch.” He looked up at me as I threw another one, screaming. “C’MON!!” That was all the ammunition I needed before he barreled after me. I ran as fast as my legs could possibly carry me. I was short of breath, heaving as I sprinted from one hall to the next. I trusted Stiles to take care of the boys. Jumping from the stairs, I made my way to the main hall. The doors were wide open. Freedom. I push harder, but it’s not enough.

All of a sudden, I’m tossed to the locker, my body cracking under its pressure. I groan in pain as I try to sit up. When I do, I’m inches from the beasts pearly whites. He growls louder than anything I’ve ever heard. He snarled, raising his massive claws. I close my eyes, ready for death. However, it never comes. Peeling open one of my eyes, I look up to see Scott and Derek standing over the beast’s now dead body. My vision is blurry from the pain. I only see three faces up close. Isaac, who lifted me up from the ground, Stiles and Scott, who held onto my hands as we made our way over to the hospital. Glancing up at Isaac. He looked so worried about me. And then, everything went dark.

When I wake, it takes a few minutes to visually adjust to my surroundings. Stiles sat awkwardly in the chair. I can’t help but laugh. Scott sat in a chair, legs spread out, his snoring rather loud. I turned my gaze over to Isaac, I couldn’t help but blush at the sight. His butt was on the chair but the upper half of his body was on my bed, his hands wrapped tightly around mine. His head was on his shoulder but his lips grazed my arm, ever so slightly. Isaac’s hair was curlier than usual, he hadn’t moved since the attack, it seems. I nudge his arm, whispering. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” He stirs for a minute before lunging up and out of his chair. “(Y/N)! OH MY GOD! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU! NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!”

He glanced up and down my body, as if he were looking for more wounds. After finding no new ones, he laced our fingers together. I couldn’t help but notice that his hands were shaking, drastically. More so than usual. “Isaac-” He looks up at me, eyes red from crying. I place one of my hands on his cheek, brushing my thumb up and down, soothingly. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay..” He smiled, kissing my head before kissing my red knuckles. “I thought- I thought-” Pain ached in my heart. Before he could finish, I forced myself to sit up more, pulling him in closer to me. “You will never lose me, Isaac. I love you.” His eyes shot up to meet mine, almost looking for the lie in my statement, only to find none. Because it was, in fact, the truth.

It was as if the biggest weight was lifted off my shoulder. My deepest darkest secret was no longer holding me back. He looked at me with such hope in his eyes. But before I knew it, my face was wrapped in his hands and our lips collided. It was passionate and meaningful, almost like a need. A tug or pull for fresh air. And this was it. When he pulled back, he smiled wide. “God, I’ve been waiting a long time to do that..” I scoff, grinning. “You think you’ve been waiting a long time.” He laughed, his smiling leaving just as easy as it came. “I love you, (Y/n). So much.” Isaac muttered against my lips. I kissed him again. “I love you too, Isaac.”

(I hope you liked it!)

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