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khuzena · 1 year

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✎Regret, love and death

Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

Summary: The bllk boys break up with you not knowing you're terminally ill and they meet you again but this time you're dying right in front of them.

Warning: Angst, no fluff, breakup and breakdown, death, grief

A/n: this is super cliche ik but this has been on my mind for months now, it's time i actually write about it. Listening to ditto while making this. I tried to make it g/n so bear with me

Itoshi Rin

"Stay in the middle, like you a little"

Itoshi Rin who left you months ago after a stupid argument he wishes he could've prevented. He tells himself that he doesn't need you anymore and that he'll never open up his heart again.

Itoshi Rin who gets mad when he sees happy couples, he swears it's anger and jealousy but it's mostly confusion and betrayal. He believed that it was your fault that he became this vulnerable but he willingly gave his heart to you.

Being a professional athlete like Itoshi Rin it's common to regularly get some injuries here and there so he visits the hospital.

He waited patiently right outside his clinic, an earbud in one ear and he listened to the environment around him. Squeaky wheelchairs, cries from a hospital room nearby and patients conversing in daily chit-chat. The line at the clinic was taking too long so he decided he'll go next time; but something caught his eye. The soles of his shoes clack on the marble floor at the empty hallway and the music he's listening to but he hears the faint beating of a heart monitor. Then, he sees your name in one hospital room.

He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a folder attached loosely on the door, your name written in lazy cursive and numerous descriptions he couldn't understand. Rereading and rereading the name on the folder over and over again, his eyes narrowed as he decided to look over to the glass window at the door; he saw you. Rin doesn't understand why you were here and why the folder was marked "terminal— confined" . The writings are too messy for him to understand but his heart beats loudly through his body like a gong.

He tries to convince himself it's probably someone else but he knew you too much to know that the one stuck in that wrinkly hospital bed was you.

He has to go, he has to but he doesn't. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. You open your eyes as you realize your peace was disturbed from the loud creaking of the door. You scrunch your nose and blink your eyes as you take a look at the figure standing at the side of your bed, it was Rin.

"You… why are you here?" He whispered, you could barely hear him but he stared down at you with pity, anger, grief— you don't know.

"I should be the one asking you that." Your voice was muffled by the oxygen mask strapped to your head as you sat yourself up and looked up to him, he tried to avoid your gaze as he looked over to the IVs inserted into your wrists, wires everywhere he was sure he almost stepped on one.

Rin furrowed his brows in irritation, all this pent up anger from the break up bursting all at once, "What the fuck happened to you?"

You gave him a weak smile, "A week before we broke up… I was diagnosed with a heart disease. I couldn't tell you what happened to me, then we fought but I was too scared and stressed I broke things off."

Rin breathes raggedly, fear and guilt flooding his senses; wondering why he was such an idiot to leave you.

"Will you get better?"

You smile again at his stupidity, you know he's seen the document attached at the door saying 'patient in hospice' but Rin wants to hear it from you, he wants you to confirm his thoughts. Maybe even deny it so he'll feel better. You feel tears drip down your arm as you watch him shaken like he's seen a ghost.

"I won't, so go now."

Rin wants to pour out all his emotions, everything welling up inside his heart— the thoughts brewing in the depths of his heart that ate him alive from the time you were seperated but he holds himself back.

His knees buckled and his strength prior to this incident dissipated into nothing as he held onto his remaining resolve. Like the coward he always was, he leaves and never comes back… but he will come back to you eventually; with a chrysanthemum in hand this time and a fresh black suit he picked out.

Itoshi Sae

"Don't want no riddle, Say it, Say it back"

Itoshi Sae who visits Japan for the first time in months, only going back to renew his passport.

It wasn't his intention to pass by your old friend group in public, he eavesdropped on their mindless conversation then they started talking about you.

Itoshi Sae listens to their conversation, getting some details about you. Hearing that you got confined somewhere and that there was no one to take care of you other than the nurses and hospice workers stationed at your room.

Itoshi Sae who tries to keep that newfound information out of his mind but the thought of you being confined in a hospital is making his heart race. Not in love nor from the butterflies he used to get when talking to you— no. He couldn't stop thinking of you. He promised to himself to never interact with you, avoid every single thing that reminded him of you but he couldn't. He just couldn't.

Itoshi Sae who visits the hospital and asks where you are, pretending that he was a visitor to the nurses was easier than he thought.

"Are you asking about that patient?"

He nodded, the nurse was stupid enough to fall for his charms as she sent him the directions to your room. Sae knows what dangerous game he's playing, if he comes back to you again then it defeats the purpose of avoiding you forever like he promised himself but he still goes.

It was a nice afternoon, birds chirping and he saw little children from the nursery running around in the hallways with toys in their hands. He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see, turning away from your hospital room for a moment before entering.

His eyes softened for a moment when he laid his eyes on you, you were reading a book— an eerie one at that. Sae raised an eyebrow when he noticed that you didn't hear him enter, what if you were deliberately ignoring him? He was sure you were but he didn't catch your attention until he stepped closer to your bed, a shadow looming over you as you slowly looked up to him.

The two of you stare at each other for what it felt like forever, he's still looking at you like that. Love in his irises but there's a tint of melancholy.

You could see Sae saying something to you, you tried to read his lips but his words fell on deaf ears.

Sae was getting irritated on why you didn't respond but you took the white board that was resting on your bedside table. He patiently watched you write something on the board, clack, clack, clack.

'Im deaf. I can't hear you.'

Just months ago you were fine but he gets more ill with worry when his mind starts to drift and wonder what could've happened to you when he left you here all alone.

You erased the writing on the board, giddily like a child as you handed him the board next, signaling him to also write you something.

The athlete hesitated for a moment before grabbing the board off your hands, writing something hastily. He feels like if he wasted any more time he'll lose everything— but he knew that he already did the moment when he called it quits months ago.

'What happened', he wrote on the board, streaks of ink staining his palm but that's the least of his worries.

You sat up in a more comfortable position before opening the drawer, taking a clipboard, medical documents clipped to the board. Sae reads the papers, his throat starts burning and he feels tears building up in his eyes. He flips through the papers, information about your condition printed on the tiny pieces of paper as he reads through everything.

You couldn't understand what he was muttering under his breath but you were sure it was something… the way he bit his lip to hold back the tears and the way his hands got sweaty as he scanned the board.

Sae loved many things, you, soccer, coffee and the beach. There was something about hospitals that made him uneasy. Hospitals correlated to injury and death— a big no no for him. But as an athlete, a pro one at that it's not surprising that he regularly visits the hospital for nutrition advice or medicine. Though… this one was his worst visit yet. He told himself that he won't ever cry or love you again, that's why it's 'Sae loved' but he realizes he still loves you. Even though you're stuck on the hospital bed, sickly and dying, your arms littered with scars from the tubes that go in and out your skin and maybe the way you look so frail and skinny now compared to what you looked like months ago; he still loves you. He realized that in this moment he's always going to be looking for you the way you pathetically looked for him in the hospital, wishing he was there after you two broke up.

At least now the gods were merciful enough to grace you with his presence for the last time, even in this situation you still smiled at him like he deserved to see that again.

Itoshi Sae who visits you again tomorrow before you pull off the plug, Pain plastered on his face as he holds you tightly. He broke his promise.

To you, to never hurt you.

To himself, to never love you again.

Michael Kaiser

"Oh say it ditto, Can't wait till the morning, So say it ditto"

Michael Kaiser pretends he's fine after the break up and to distract himself from the pain, he dates other people— looking for someone who can fill the void you carved in his heart, looking for you.

Michael Kaiser who still wears the cardigan you bought him, giving him solace and comfort when he curls up in his bed alone, wishing you were there with him.

You and Kaiser didn't break up on bad terms, more like a confusing and neutral breakup. He told you he was done and you didn't beg him to stay, after all he neglected you for his selfish desires. He's like an icarus who has flown too close to the sun, his ego representing the melting wax wings of icarus— it burned your skin and melted your patience.

Michael Kaiser still stalks you in his other account you forgot that existed. He wouldn't admit it but he patiently waited for an update on your account.

Michael Kaiser who stalks your account and finally sees something. Your parents' post talking about you being stuck in the hospital.

Michael Kaiser doesn't cry, he can't. Images on the posts ingraining— burning itself in the deepest parts of his brain then it triggers something in him. Confusion.

He doesn't know the exact details of your situation but he's too curious to scroll past the post.

Michael Kaiser who gets a cab and arrives at your hospital, like a man with no shame he looks for your room.

It was nighttime and the hospital was uncannily quiet, he wasn't sure why but the guard was doing a terrible job at guarding the entrance of the hospital. Kaiser walks past the sleepy guard, ignoring the thumping sound of the guard falling on the floor as he makes his way to the lady on the desk.

"What brings you in here, sir?"

He pushes up his glasses, "I'm looking for my lover, [patient name]", he says boldly, lying through his teeth but he knows it's the only way they'll let him in.

"Give me a minute," the nurse starts flipping through the hospital log book, "They're at room 405, third floor."

Kaiser nods, thanking the nurse as he takes the elevator.

'ding' Kaiser enters the elevator, checking his watch while waiting for it to arrive at the third floor. The elevator was dimmed and it looked like a scene straight from horror movies, another old lady in a wheelchair strolls to the elevator.

"What's a handsome young man like you doing in the dead of the night here?" The grandma says in a hoarse voice, grey hairs covering her face as she holds onto both her wheelchair and fruits.

Though Kaiser is an asshole, a liar, he naturally had a soft spot for children and the elderly. "I'm here for my… lover" he doesn't know what gave it away but the older woman noticed the hesitance in his voice.

The grandma nodded at his reply, 'ding!'

"I guess this is my stop." Kaiser stepped out of the elevator, waving goodbye to the elderly woman and ambled in the hallway.

The scent of disinfectant invaded his nostrils, though the smell gets more diverse as he passes by different hospital rooms. He hears people screaming and crying at the room to his left and the other room dead silent, as if a corpse inhabited the room to his right.

Sweat starts trickling down his forehead when he counts the hospital room's numbers and realizes he's getting closer to yours. 'shit, shit, shit' his mind spiralling into madness, anxiety as he braces himself for what he's about to see.

His legs started to feel like jelly as his feet dragged him in front of your hospital room. A feeling of uncertainty, something he never felt again after breaking up with you.

Months ago when you two broke up he wondered if maybe you'd crawl back to him, like a child who ran away but comes home again the day after, but you didn't.

The door pulled open as he made his way inside, the lights were turned off but the sound of humming took him by surprise.

"I can hear you, you know."

Oh, that voice. That voice that could soothe him on days like these, your voice so gentle he thinks it's a sweet melody, a lullaby so sweet it would bring the devil down on his knees begging and repenting for forgiveness if he ever heard your voice.

The German boy doesn't come forward, only staring at your disheveled figure on the bed, waiting for death themselves to take you away from your misery.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Your fingers traced the lamp before finding the switch, making a flick sound as the soft illuminating glow lights up the room. You nod as you sit up, hugging yourself as you find comfort in the bandages that wrapped around your body.

"I'm sorry." It was the first time he's ever said this to you in ages, he wished he said this to you back then, he wishes that he was there for you.

Maybe he was the devil, cruel and mean, strong yet so weak. His knees buckled as he let out a choked sob, his fears that builded up couldn't hold in much longer as tears streamed down his face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kaiser says in between his sobs, the prideful man being broken down into a pathetic, crying mess.

Your fingers fiddled together in anxiety, you always had that stupid habit of yours when in distress. As much as you couldn't forgive Kaiser— he's too weak, too vulnerable for you to ignore.

Still Kaiser was shameless but not too shameless to go even a few inches closer to your bed, his mind racing— thinking that everything is all his fault as his heart rate goes up.

"Why should I? We're not even together." His chest tightens, if anyone could see him right now they'd think he's a fucking idiot— crying over the dying lover he left to rot in the hospital? Piece of shit.

"Yeah I know." He tries to calm himself down but he knows it's useless when you pick up on his uneasy behavior.

Kaiser wanted to ask you, 'let's get back together?' or maybe 'please forgive me' because he's a shameless prick but it's the first time he doesn't let his pride take over his senses.

He grieves right in front of you, your eyes never leaving his as his body language is signaling you, begging you to say something but it's better that you didn't.

He has all the time in the world to grieve for you after all, he's a shameless, selfish man… isn't he?

Notes: hell nah i'm sorry if there was so many grammar mistakes and stuff this isn't really proofread and i'm thinking of opening requests so like uh what do you guys think should i open requests

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 7 - Stuck In A Wall

Summary: You get stuck while helping Tech fix the Marauder. He takes advantage.

Pairing: Tech x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, established relationship, implied consent, fingering, glove kink, unprotected sex, reader gets stuck in the wall, slight claustrophobia but it’s very brief.

A/N: I don't have much to say about this one. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

“This attaches to the green-tipped wire at the front of the converter.” Tech says, holding up the wire connected to the device in his hand.

You nod, taking the device. “I think I can manage that.”

You step in front of the hole in the side of the ship, a panel having been removed at roughly your waist height. It’s a narrow hole, far too small for Tech’s broad shoulders. It’s a tight squeeze for you too, forcing you to press your shoulders in as close as you can to your ears. The converter is angled downward from the panel, putting you at an angle in the hole. You lift onto your toes, up to your hips in the hole, ass on full display for him as you connect the device.

Something begins to hum as the wire clicks into place, making you grin. “I did it!” You say, moving to push yourself out, but you find you can’t. You can’t get good leverage from your angle, the hole suddenly feeling tighter than it was. “Tech?” You call out, kicking your legs to try and shimmy out. “Tech, I think I’m stuck. Can you pull me out?”

There’s no response, no sign Tech is even there. You know he wouldn’t walk away, especially not with you messing with the ship.

“Tech?” You call, trying to avoid the panic welling inside you. You’re well and truly stuck, and you know it’s going to be a while before the others get back.

Hands suddenly grip your hips, making you jump. You let out a sigh of relief but it’s short lived as suddenly cold air hits your exposed skin. You let out a shocked noise as your pants pool around your ankles, leaving your pussy fully exposed. Gloved hands grip the globes of your ass, pushing them apart to expose you further. You swallow thickly, breaths coming in pants as your body strains to keep you in this position.

“Oh!” You gasp out as rough, gloved fingers drag through your slit. You shift on your toes, pushing back against his hand as much as you can.

His gloved fingers drag through your folds again before focusing on your clit, drawing slow circles. You whimper, quickly getting wet from his touch. You curse quietly, wishing you could get yourself unstuck from the hole, but at the same time, you don’t want him to stop.

You get wetter and wetter as he continues to circle your clit, your pussy throbbing for attention.

You’re so close to cuming when he pulls his hand away, making you groan. You hear quiet shuffling for a moment before the head of his cock drags through your damp folds. You whine, shifting on your aching toes in anticipation.

He presses the head of his cock in, the stretch burning a bit. Your hips are aching from being bent over in the same position, but you don’t care as he pushes his cock inside you. Your eyes roll back, and you can practically see the smug look on his face as your body opens to him, pussy throbbing around his cock.

His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he slowly rocks his hips. You’re helpless to do anything but stay still and let him take you, your pussy dripping at the thought of being used like this. It’s exciting, and a bit bold for him.

He snaps his hips into yours, jolting your body just slightly. You let out a loud moan that echoes through the ship, legs shaking from holding yourself up for so long. Your body is aching both from the strain of being in the same position for so long, but also from desire.

He picks up the pace, fucking into you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud, even from behind the wall. The head of his cock pummels against that spot inside you, your eyes rolling back as unintelligible sounds get pulled from your lips. You’re close to cumming, your pussy squeezing tight around his cock.

His fingers find your clit, your legs giving out as pleasure burns through you. His hands hold you up as you shake through your orgasm, his own pace stuttering before he cums with a deep groan, filling your pussy.

His seed begins to drip from you as he pulls free, sliding down your thighs. With a quick tug you’re suddenly falling backwards against his chest, his arms wrapping around you to hold you up. You tilt your head back, still breathless as you stare at him.

“You said anytime, anywhere.” He says matter-of-factly.

You nod, relaxing back against him. “I did, didn’t I?”

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hyp-fixator · 22 days

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" I'll see you in Hell." (Click for better quality)

Hyperlaser headcannons under the cut as a special treat..

The blue section beside his visor are a bunch of cameras that send signals to the electronics inside the helmet that connect to his brain through the plate and wires at the back of his head so he can see around himself in a 360° range

His antenna do move up and down like ears. No I will not clarify

^ this also isn't a useless function- in his incident he also lost most of his hearing, so the antenna act like hearing aids of sorts, them being able to move around just help with it.

With the nature of his job, it also becomes very important that if he gets lost or... passes away on a job, he can be tracked and found. The helmet and gloves both have these functions added into them.

^ he is afraid of any kind of.. tampering with this and his cameras, though.

I like to think he also isnt fully blind without his helmet? He can see the difference of drastic light and dark and a few shadows, but it's tough to make out any shapes.

He absolutely went to Katana's place one time and painted a mug over there. He came back to BlackRock with a Princess mug and no one knows where he got it from

His gloves are made to trap cold to consistently soothe his burn scars, as they do tend to act up quite a lot

speaking of his gloves, he has a keyboard and hologram tabs he can open... IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT ITS ON THE REF

the back of his helmet plates open up to show the outer cables that connect to his head!

His tail is a prosthetic, in the back mini ref you can see the attachment portion and in the full ref you can see the cross-section! It uses magnets and the willpower of science in the future to connect somewhat normally

yes his tail can move naturally too, he probably can't swim with it pretty well

Tempted to make all the blue stuff cooling liquid!! So it flows through most of his mechanics and he doesnt overheat like a bio

(Also yes if you can see those mini pages they are heavily inspired by @someduckwithagun's newspaper series thingy!!! I just found it so silly and. I had to...)

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celtic-crossbow · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

No. 4 Shock | No. 7 “Can You Hear Me?”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (Platonic/Early Relationship)

Setting: Post farm / Pre prison

Warnings: Electric shock, blood, CPR

“M’gonna check the fence.”

“I’ll get the generator.”

It was a safe enough place to make camp. It was freezing, snow coming down in large flakes to stick to the couple of inches already on the ground. Being inside a building was already a blessing but with a fence around it? You couldn’t ask for more!

The few vehicles left to your group were unloaded, everyone else was inside getting set up. You opted to stay close to Daryl, as you often did. Sometimes, he seemed annoyed. Other times, indifferent. But since the fall of the farm, you found that he didn’t seem to mind your company. Hell, he had even sought you out the nights you had watch. Conversation was always light, but the silence in between became comfortable. The man didn’t sleep much, but when he did, he opted to sleep close to the group so that he was near you.

It wasn’t until he started putting his arm around you on cold nights, pulling you back against his chest, that you began to question exactly where you stood with him. Friendship was one thing. That was an entirely different animal. Not that you were opposed. Simply confused. Even more so, when it became a common occurrence.

There wasn’t much you could do right now to help. Staying out of the way, hovering somewhere between Rick and the archer, was probably the best option. You began to check out the treeline, eyes peeled for any signs of danger, living or dead. Thankfully, it was quiet. You felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Glancing down at Daryl, he was pulling on sections of the fence, checking their integrity. It seemed like a kind of heavy wire, not chainlink. If it kept out walkers and unsavory characters for the night, it could have been made of playdough for all you cared.

A glance back to where Rick worked found him studying the generator. There was barely enough light of day left for him to see without a flashlight. Maybe you should offer yours. You let the idea move about uselessly in your head while your eyes curiously followed some of the cables from behind the generator. Strange. What was out here that needed power?

The generator was sputtering when you found the metal clips at the end, your brow furrowed. They were attached to the fence. That didn’t make— ‘Oh, shit!’

Y/N, meet other shoe.

“Daryl, let go!” You cried as the noise from the generator spurred to life, your eyes filled with horror just as the archer turned his head toward your call, both hands on the wire. There was a loud sound, like one of those lights meant to fry mosquitos but amplified. Your feet were already moving before Daryl had hit the ground, tendrils of smoke rising from his clothes.

“Oh my god, Daryl! Daryl, can you hear me?” His eyes were closed. Small streams of red filtered from his nose and— oh, god — his ears. His palms were burned, charred and smoking from his grip on the fence, while smaller burns were scattered across parts of his skin that you could see. You didn’t know if you should touch him. Your knowledge of anything medical was limited to smacking someone on the back if they were choking. What help could you be now? “Rick!”

The ex-sheriff was already stumbling onto his knees beside you, nervously assessing the situation. You heard the door open, the others obviously hearing your cries. “What’s going on?” Hershel. Yes! Yes, you needed Hershel!

“Fence. Daryl. Shocked.” You stammered, not making much sense but the old man was jogging over anyway.

“He’s not breathing.” Rick muttered, mostly to himself, with a haunted, panicked glaze over his eyes that you were slowly coming to know very well. He lifted Daryl to remove the crossbow from his back. It’s a wonder the thing wasn’t broken from the impact. Maybe it was. Hershel and Rick moved as if they could read each other’s thoughts. The veterinarian began chest compressions, halting only long enough for Rick to force air into the archer’s lungs with a trembling hand pinching his nose shut.

Everyone had moved closer but kept distance to let the men do what was needed. Except Carol. Through her own tears, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you to your feet.

“No.” You mumbled quietly at first, shaking your head before pulling against her to get back to Daryl’s side. “No! Daryl! Daryl!”

“They’re trying to help him!” The older woman reasoned, spinning you so that your cheek was pressed against the front of her shoulder. You could barely see through your tears but Rick was shouting in frustration, and Hershel kept shaking his head. “It’s okay.” Carol whispered. Her fingers carded through your hair but offered little comfort.

“Daryl.” You whimpered, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

A loud, wheezing inhale came from the ground, followed by a series of coughs. It was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

“Glad you’re back,” you heard Rick practically gasp the words, his tense posture relaxing a little. Hershel slumped in exhaustion but it gave you a glimpse of Daryl. He was pale, drawing in quick breaths, and had yet to move.

“Think… fence s’good.”

In all your time with your little apocalypse family, you had never seen Daryl sleep as deeply as he was now. It had only been a few hours since the incident, but the image of him, unmoving, was trapped at the forefront of your mind. Everyone was asleep, aside from T-Dog being on watch by the door. The room was warm, the small fireplace enough to keep a little heat going even as the flames burned lower.

You sat next to where they had placed the archer, giving him the only bed in the building. He protested that Lori should have it, of course, being pregnant and all, but even she had insisted. Exhausted from the trauma, he had fallen asleep soon after Hershel had done his initial checks for early signs of nerve damage or any heart abnormalities. His palms were wrapped heavily, having received the worst of the burns. Dried blood was still beneath his nose and ears, but that could be dealt with later. Gauze covered the other burns on his arms and neck. You were instructed on how to check his pulse and what to watch for while he rested.

“Ya ain’t tired?”

Your eyes had been glued to the rise and fall of his chest, so engrossed that you hadn’t noticed his eyes open. Those pretty, pretty blue eyes.

“No, I’m, uh…I’m good.” You sniffled and moved forward to the edge of the chair, reaching for his wrist. He flinched but didn’t pull back as he would have only a few months before. “Just checking your pulse.” He gave an almost imperceptible nod, eyes slipping closed. Satisfied, you sat back and rubbed a hand over your face. You really were exhausted but letting someone else watch over him wasn’t an option.

“Y’alrigh’?” His eyes were still closed. He must’ve picked up on your uneven breaths or the tap of your foot. Clever jerk.

“Yeah, I’m fine. How are you feeling?”

“Like a human Pop-tart.” He turned his head toward you, eyelids heavy and expression pinched. He was in pain, though he’d never admit it. Hershel had left some Tylenol but you’d have to wrestle him to get him to take it.

Still…

“Hershel left—”

“Don’ need it.”

“Of course you don’t.” You pursed your lips and crossed your arms. “Go back to sleep.”

“Ya need ta sleep too, y’know.”

“I have to keep an eye on your heartrate.”

He hummed, eyes opening a little wider. Without warning he pushed himself up onto his elbows with a wince and moved to the opposite side of the bed, collapsing back onto the pillow.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You whisper yelled. You hoped he could see your irritation in the glare you were giving him since you couldn’t verbally express it at the moment.

“Shuddup an’ get in.” Daryl gave a jerk of his chin toward the now empty space in front of you.

“Daryl, I need to—”

“I gotcha covered. Jus’ get in, damnit.” With an annoyed huff, you toed off your boots and climbed under the blanket, flopping onto your side to face him. “Now c’mere.” The archer stretched out the arm closest to you in invitation. You hesitated. Sure, you’d slept next to him before but he was behind you, keeping you warm. This was…not that. “C’mon, ain’t got all night.” Gulping audibly, you scooted closer, gently laying your head against the front of his shoulder. His arm came around from behind you to rest against your side.

“Won’t this irritate those burns?”

“Nah, s’fine. Gimme yer hand.” You lifted your hand from where you had it sheltered in front of you and allowed him to gently grab your wrist with his fingertips. He was carefully avoiding his wrapped palm coming into contact. Your hand was placed, palm down, against his chest, his fingers pressing it flat. “There. Monitor away an’ get some sleep.” His heart thudded strongly at a regular pace, the feel of it soothing. You found yourself smiling at this sweet gesture, only to look up and be met with his raised brow.

“You’re such an ass. Go to sleep.”

“You firs’.”

“Fine.” A beat of silence. “Think I’ll dream about Rick kissing you again? That was kinda hot.”

“Stop.”

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aris-ink · 2 years

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Hi there!!! Can you write obsessive, possessive yandere Namjoon smut? Can be any plot/scenario. You have full creative control, absolutely love your writing and congrats on passing your exam!!🥳🥳🥳

- Shy anon 🩰

tysm 🥺 and I love YOU 💕

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: romance

warnings: jealousy, allusions to stalking, rough sex, choking (with jewelry lmao), spanking, oral sex, mentions of nude photographs, praise + a little degradation, daddy kink, creampie

Namjoon.

The letters were gold and filled with small diamonds, just like the chain they were attached to. Sometimes, his gifts felt like intimate love notes, ink curving softly on sunlit paper.

Sometimes, they felt like roses. Petals stained red and thorns drawing more red from your fingers. A softness so savage it never failed to remind you that you were his.

"I stayed up the- fuck- the whole n-night, shit, waiting for you to come home, you little brat."

His hips pounded against your ass mercilessly, shoving you harder and harder into his desk, your thighs burning from the wood's rough edges. You could feel his cock stretching you out with every aggressive thrust; long and thick, it always made your mind go numb, nothing but shivers of pleasure flooding through you. But with your air flow being restricted on top of that, you could do nothing but moan, your head filled with cotton.

And he knew.

He tightened his grip on the chain around your neck, like it was nothing more than a leash. The golden letters dug into your skin. There was no way this wouldn't leave marks; and maybe that was exactly what he wanted. Blurry purple and blue galaxies in the shape of his name, right where everyone could see it.

"Nothing to say? Huh?" He breathed into your ear, free hand coming down on your ass with a sharp crack.

You whined, electric currents running through you, wires sparking.

"Aw. Can't speak? Is daddy choking you too hard?"

The mockery in his voice had you gushing, and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. You were beginning to see stars dancing around your eyes. So good, but so dizzy.

He released the necklace. The sudden flow of air into your lungs made you collapse forward, and you would have hit the desk had he not been there to catch you.

But Namjoon was always there to catch you.

Warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you up to his chest.

"That's it, that's my good girl," he whispered, soothing fingertips caressing your stomach, and hard cock still pounding deep into you. "You understand daddy needs to punish you, right?"

Your throat ached, but it hurt so good, your head falling against his shoulder.

"Yeah d-daddy," you moaned hoarsely. "I'm sorry."

Namjoon grunted.

"Good girl. You're only mine, do you understand that?"

The desk was beginning to shake, his cock so wet the sounds of it ramming inside you alone were feeding the fire igniting your bones. You mewled, nodding with the little strength you had in you.

"Yes, yes, only yours, daddy."

Another harsh smack on your ass made you tingle. Namjoon groaned.

"Ah, fuck, good girl. Good girl."

You knew the moment you got a little too lost in having fun at the party that arriving home late will end like this; with you shaking and coming all over his cock, right before he followed and filled you up until you overflowed.

Namjoon was never one to deny you an orgasm, even when he was punishing you. On the contrary; he loved to make you fall to pieces, remind you that you were his and why you were his. He liked to kiss you all over and wash you afterwards, whispering his praises like prayers. Assuring you that you were his good girl, that you took his cock so well, that he was so proud of his baby.

Polaroids.

Ever the hopeless romantic, he always kept a picture of you in his wallet, a pretty smile on your face and your chain on full display. Small boxes hidden away in his closet were filled with more pictures, because Namjoon could never get enough of you. (Some of them taken before you started dating, but you didn't need to know that.) It was so hard to pick a favorite; but if he had to, it would probably be the one where you wore nothing but the chain, the very definition of art. Namjoon never thought of himself as a photographer until he met you.

"Just a little more, baby. Let me see you."

You spread your legs further apart, skin burning hot, heart racing beneath your ribs.

Click.

The camera was set down and he leaned down to capture your lips in the low light of the candles, tongue eager and skilled.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he sighed. "I love you so much."

His hand traveled up to squeeze your breast. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and reaching for his zipper.

"I love you too."

Namjoon sighed again, contentedly, scattering soft, wet kisses across your neck. Nothing so wrong ever felt so right before.

Because you knew it was wrong. He was too jealous, too obsessive. And yet he was exactly what you needed.

Not a moment passed by where you didn't feel wanted or loved. You never had a shadow of doubt that if you fell, he'd swoop in and save you. And if he couldn't, he'd throw himself into the abyss just to rest with you at the rock bottom and keep you warm.

And he never tolerated your self doubt.

"Are you happy with me?"

You sniffled, nodding your head.

"Then that's all that matters, baby."

He rocked you in his arms, wiping away the tears that fell. It was messed up. You were like a lost, little girl, starved for love and attention, and so tired of life. With Namjoon these burdens disappeared; it was a well known fact that even beasts most feral had mates, and you were his. Fitting into him like a puzzle piece. The balance between heaven and hell, your wings caught on fire from flying too low.

"My pretty, little angel. Fuck."

You moaned around his cock, trying to relax your throat for him. You could taste precum on your tongue, and he groaned as you swallowed.

"Yeah. Good girl. Can I fuck that pretty mouth, baby?"

You answered him with another moan. His grip on your hair tightened, hips rutting forward.

"Shit, I'm so close."

His panting was making your cunt throb. The tip of his cock reached deeper, touching the back of your throat. You breathed through your nose slowly, eyes stinging as you tried not to choke.

"Fucking hell," he grunted. "Daddy's good, little slut."

You clenched, your panties wet and knees sore, Namjoon's thrusts growing sloppier by the second.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna come."

His breathing grew harsh, raspy moans slipping out of his heavenly mouth. No matter how much you braced yourself for it, the feeling of his cum spurting down your throat had you whining around him. You swallowed it all down, watching him curse, a thrilling shudder running through his body.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth carefully, hissing at the sensitivity.

You took a much needed breath, hands dropping down to your knees. Namjoon leaned down to scoop you into his arms, lifting you off the floor. It never failed to amaze you how strong he was.

"God, you're incredible," he mumbled, carrying you towards the bed. "Your turn, princess."

Insatiable.

That never failed to amaze you, either; or just how much you enjoyed it.

He set you down on the mattress gently, then reached to open the drawer on the nightstand.

"But before that," he murmured, fingers wrapping around your chin, "let me see that pretty face, baby."

He directed the camera straight at your lips, still swollen and wet from sucking him off. He made sure that your chain was also in the frame, his name gleaming around your neck. You relaxed, the sheets pleasantly cool under your body, and his gaze burning hot.

Click.

Another one for his collection.

#this is a little short but I hope it's okay 🥺#namjoon x reader #yandere bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts reactions

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heartz4wonnie · 1 year

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headphones.

jungwon x reader

authors note- jungwon = my emotional support also i lowkey kinda hate this but that’s okay

genre- fluff, established relationship, sharing headphones

jungwonie- y/nnnnn

y/n- jungwon? what is it? it’s 10 pm.

jungwonie- i understand. but can you come over? my bed is feeling extra empty today.

you smile reading his message. despite having already slept over at his dorm twice that week, you couldn’t help but give into his request. you always slept better in his presence. jungwon had a comforting feel to him, and being in his arms made sleeping ten times better.

y/n- i’ll be there soon!

throwing a coat on over your pjs, you slipped outside and walked to your boyfriend’s dorm. you didn’t live too far, which was convenient for times like these. arriving at his door, you knock waiting a few beats before it opens revealing jake. “y/n? hey, come in!” jake smiles softly at you opening the door wider for you to step inside.

you thank him before you take off your shoes, holding onto the wall for support. jake stands beside you watching before he says “jungwon called you over didn’t he?” you turn to look at him, nodding, seeing a soft smile on his face. “you make him very happy you know." jake says, seeming genuinely appreciative of you. "but i think you’re also unintentionally making him develop attachment issues, because all the days you weren't here to sleep with him, the kid almost cried." jake jokes.

you giggle a little at his comment and walk inside setting your coat on the rack before turning to look at him again. "i'm glad i'm able to make him feel that way" you say, a grin on your face. jake looks at you biting back a laugh. "what? the happiness or the attachment issues?" you laugh a little loudly making jake giggle as well, both of you immediately covering your mouths to muffle your laughter acknowledging that its late.

a door creaks open and a messy haired jungwon walks out, arms drooping at his sides, eyes doused with drowsiness. "stop giggling with jake and come to bed already.." he grumpily mumbles, a slight pout evident in his voice. jungwon walks over and drags you to his room, as you wave at jake whispering a small goodnight.

laying on your side, your head is on jungwon's chest as his arm comes around your shoulder, a protective hold on you as you rest. you both share small conversations through hushed whispers before a silence falls over you. feeling him get up slightly, you lift your head, peering to see what jungwon was grabbing.

jungwon comes back with his phone and a pair of wired headphones. he lays down and pats his chest again signaling for you to lie down again. snuggling into each other, jungwon places and earbud into his right ear and one into your left ear. "i made this playlist for you a few weeks ago." he explains "but i wanted to listen to it with you so i never sent it." you smile looking up at him. "thank you won."

laying there, the two of you relax in each other's presence as slow songs play in your ears lulling you to sleep. jungwon's hold on you grows tighter as he kisses the top of your head and whispers, "i love you so much. goodnight darling."

#enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x female reader #enha fluff #fanfic #kpop scenarios #enhypen #cute #yang jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #jungwon x y/n

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Getting His Attention

Donnie, as rare as it was, sat on the hard floor of his bedroom, hunched over as he worked on another project, the cords and charging stations attached to it tangled into a mess as they all led to the poor power station shoved in the corner of the room. His legs crisscrossed as he held his invention in the center of his lap whilst a wrench and fist full of wires occupied his hands.

He was already in ‘scientist’ mode at this point, goggles fixed on his eyes as he focused carefully on this odd contraption he was making, barely paying attention to what was happening around him with this tunnel vision on his invention.

Well, he was like this for a few hours at this point, the outside world was deaf to his ears as he only heard the sound of clanking, drills, and his very loud thoughts as he went over the blueprints that seemed to be memorized in his brain already, rarely taking glances at the blue paper discarded to the side of him.

His tongue had made its way to sticking out of the corner of his mouth, hands nimbly switching back and forth, up, and down, grabbing or tossing anything he didn’t need at the moment. It was this scientist tunnel vision that his brothers would deem ‘No Go Donnie Stage.’ They explained when Donnie was way too in the zone, no one- and I mean no one Could get the softshell out of his room for hours- and maybe even the full day unless it was on his terms.

Well, that was about eight years ago, sometimes things change. Donnie was promptly brought back to the reality around him as he felt a soft ‘tap’ against his shell- causing him to almost jump three feet in the air.

‘Tap.’ There it was again, this one caused him to actually look up from his work, looking around for what could be causing a disturbance to his back.

‘Tap, tap.' Once again, Donnie dropped his tools and other things from his hands as he wiped the black grease off his fingers onto the white tank-top he wore.

‘Tap, tap, tap!’ Okay, that one was much more harsh than the others, something wanted his attention, and it wanted it now. He finally turned his whole upper body around as far as it could, looking down at what on earth was touching him.

His goggled eyes widened slightly and the annoyed expression on his features ceased when he saw the small blur of lilac and dark green.

The small baby softshell had moved to be smacking his thigh vigorously (seeing he had moved so she couldn’t reach his shell), not yet noticing the much larger one that was her father had been staring at her for a few moments at this point.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” He asked as if he’d get some explanation from the eleven-month-old. The deep voice made Magdeline stop her actions, lifting her head up to see Donnie look right back at her. She instantly beamed, clapping her chubby hands together as she chirped with joy, big, green, eyes gleaming up at him.

Donnie’s tech goggles analyzed the small child, making beeping noises and zooming in and out on her face- as if he didn’t know who she was already. He gave a small sigh, his annoyance dissipating as he quickly scooped her up under her arms, doing a slight spinning motion to be facing back at his tech, the action earning a few delighted giggles from the baby, Donnie holding her out in from of him.

“You know, it’s quite rude to be disturbing daddy while he’s working.” Donnie scolded- but Magdeline didn’t care, staring back at him which a grin between her chubby face, the way Donnie held her causing her to be a bit squished.

Dammit, she could be so cute sometimes. He bit the inside of his cheek as he just stayed in the quiet, obviously he wasn’t getting an answer. “How’d you even get in here anyway, hm?” He hummed, looking the open door that he swore he had shut.

Magdeline only looked around, landing back on Donnie’s face again. She tilted her head to the side a bit, her bow on her head bobbing with the motion. She looked at the goggles framing Donnie’s face, not being able to see any emotion on his features, causing her to coo curiously.

Donnie in reflex bent his arms a bit to bring her forward, poking out his bottom lip a bit as he studied her more… Well, as best as he could, before his vision was blocked by her tiny hands, feeling her grabbing and tugging at the goggles, trying to pull them off.

Donnie let out a harsh breath through his noise, a ghost of a smile tugging at the end of his lips as she made frustrated noises, seeming she wasn’t strong enough to pull the things off.

“Alright, alright,” he said softly, positioning to carefully hold her in one hand as he pulled the goggles onto his forehead, revealing his dark brown eyes to her. “See? It’s me.” Donnie blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim light inside the room, the dull and bright colors of furniture flooding his vision instead of the red hue they were once in.

He had both his hands back to holding Magdeline as she looked at the man she finally considered her father, letting out another excited chirp.

“I’d say good luck trying to pick or pull these bad boys off,” Donnie began, eyes motioning up to his goggles as he stared pridefully. “Made out of grade A titanium, and don’t get me started on the high tech fiber glass I was able to-“

“Da!”

Small, warm hands grabbed Donnie’s snout, the action made the large softshell freeze, eyes slowing focusing back on his daughter. Magdeline’s eyes practically stared right into his soul, smiling happily as she kicked her little legs back and forth excitedly. She let out a small giggle as she bashfully nuzzled her forehead onto the end of his snout.

Donnie felt a wave of warmth burst from his chest, flooding his body. A fluttering feeling started in his lungs and burst out as a small chuckle. His dark eyes softened as they sparkled with familiarity, his body relaxing instantly, zero aches in his hands or back from being hunched over and pinching his fingers between tools and gadgets.

“Hi, baby…” He whispered softly, thumbs gently brushing her shell’s sides as she peeked up to look at him. He had the goofiest grin plastered on his face, not even noticing that he had ditched his ‘rebel dad’ image, quickly discarded to the back of his mind. (What? His bad boy image had to be updated at some point)

Magdeline chirped excitedly in response, placing her chin atop Donnie’s snout. He responded, a clicking noise emitting from his throat before he let out a chirp as well, earning some excited squeals from the baby.

Donnie now took notice of the noises around him, the buzzing of the lantern in the room, the fan in the corner of the room that made it so no one inside would overheat, the noises of bodies outside the room talking or the other children playing, and of course, Maggie’s chirps and churrs.

“I think you’re the only turtle who can bring me out of my little world and pull me back to this one.” Donatello whispered sweetly, watching as the baby only stared at him, be he could tell she knew how he felt, what he was saying.

He placed a quick kiss to her forehead looking back to see a had accidently smudged a bit of grease on her forehead, not noticing that he had gotten some on his face when he was working.

He laughed, a full laugh as he stared at the extremely confused girl, the sound was almost unusual for him during the apocalypse, it seemed almost rare for him to even be in a giddy mood he was in right now.

Donnie realized his world wasn’t just science anymore. He had a new meaning, a new purpose. He had a family now that needed him, and only him- not his science or tech. Him.

💜And science could wait.💜

#Tamsin and Donnies youngest gets the spotlight today!#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt oc #rottmnt fanart #rise donnie #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2007 #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt turtle tots #rottmnt future #rottmnt future au

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Bad People or Good People? - Chapter 8: We’re the Good Guys, Clem (Part 3)

☝️beautiful art that I had commissioned by the lovely @estethell for this very story ❤️🖤 thank you again!

chapter summary: New alliances are made. Tyreese doesn't like what Woodbury seems to be, but Kenny is blind to it all. Rick doesn't like what he is turning into, meanwhile Clementine might have finally found a friend in Carl.

previous chapter: We’re the Good Guys, Clem (Part 2)

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Tyreese wiped away some sweat from his forehead. The sun was scorching hot outside, but this was important work. With the threat of the prison group, Tyreese and some others had been ordered to help Kenny with the fence. The Governor had, apparently, thought Kenny’s suggestions for keeping Woodbury safer ideal, and had given all the supplies necessary almost immediately.

Kenny was slowly inching his way inside the Governor’s inner circle, and Tyreese wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

Glancing to the side, said man was planting a kiss to Sarita’s cheek. He was a stark contrast to the man Tyreese had first met; the man who punched the Governor in the face.

He’d never do anything bad to Sarita though. Everyone knew Kenny would do anything for her and Sarita’s niece. The devotion he had for them made it seem like they’d known each other for years. Yet… apparently, they’d only known each other for two months.

“Here yeh go,” Kenny said. He handed Tyreese a zipped up bag of lunch Sarita had packed for the men working there. As Kenny handed the rest out, Tyreese continued to watch him.

The smile on Kenny’s face seemed fake. It always had. Like he was a politician trying to gain favor with the others. But Kenny was the opposite of a politician, and it all came off as… rather creepy. At least to Tyreese and his sister. No one else seemed to react to it.

“Very nice of her,” Tyreese said quickly.

Stood outside of the walls of Woodbury, taking a break for some nicely packed lunch seemed almost laughable. Yet here they were, pretending Woodbury was such a safe haven that a lunchbreak wasn’t dangerous.

Woodbury just felt… surreal. Sasha had been right about that.

“Where’d you get the idea from?” Tyreese asked, gesturing to the wired fence they were adding. The walls of Woodbury were already safe…

Well, that had been everyone’s hope, until the prison group had infiltrated the place.

“Some farm.” Kenny crouched down beside the small holes they’d drilled through the metal walls earlier. Through them, wires were going to be threaded that were attached to generators inside.

They were creating an electric fence. Difficult to pass, and easy to fry some Walkers that got too close.

“They had it all ‘round their property,” Kenny had continued. Then his face turned sour, an angry look appearing on his face. “They were freaks.”

Tyreese grew silent, watching as Kenny double checked any work that was done. If he’d only seen the idea once, then he was no expert. But the Governor was pretending he was.

The Governor was pretending Kenny was a lot of things lately. It was weird.

Their relationship was weird.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” Kenny simply replied at first. But something dark overtook him suddenly: “Just thinking ‘bout all them things I’ll do to anyone who even dares to come close to Woodbury.”

Those words made Tyreese grow quiet once more. He wanted to trust the people here, but from the deluded civilians who thought life would go on like it did post outbreak, to the completely deranged anger that Kenny showed, to the tightly knit soldiers that spoke in hushed whispers behind Tyreese’s back and into the Governor’s ears…

This place was mental.

As if he could sniff out any type of disloyal or unsure thoughts, the Governor appeared behind Tyreese. “How’s it going?” he asked casually, planting a smile on his face. Walking with his hands behind his back, he glanced with his one eye at Tyreese as he rounded him to approach Kenny.

“Good, sir,” Tyreese was quick to reply, before going back to his work, lunch untouched.

“Just got a few more feet left, then we can start attaching the wires,” Kenny added.

“Good. Good,” the Governor hummed. “This was a great idea. We’ve got to do all we can to keep our enemies out.”

There was a brief pause in the conversation, only Tyreese’s hammering interfering with the silence.

“You say you’d been at the prison, right?” Tyreese glanced up at the Governor’s words. He stood, nodding his head. “And you say they had, what, at the most three strong men to fight?”

Tyreese wordlessly nodded his head. “And a baby, a kid-“

Upon the added information, Kenny had turned his head in surprise - but the Governor had raised a hand to stop Tyreese from talking more.

“Yes, very good. And tell me…” The Governor moved in closer. “Was there a little girl?”

“What?” Tyreese asked.

“Was there a little girl with them? Around ten years old?” the Governor asked.

Shaking his head no, Tyreese’s eyes grew suspicious. But not as suspicious as the Governor’s.

A long pause followed. The Governor moved in closer, invading Tyreese’s personal space. Suddenly, any hint of a fake smile was gone, and Tyreese tensed up as the true Governor showed its face for the first time.

“We’ve got people watchin’ them,” the Governor spoke menacingly quiet.

“Okay.” Tyreese spoke with a hint of a question, unsure what was being referred to.

The Governor suddenly smiled and patted Tyreese’s arm with a strange, forced chuckle. “Kenny,” he said, still staring straight at Tyreese, and staying right there in his personal space. “Do you think the men can finish without you?”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t see why not,” Kenny replied from behind the Governor’s back, seemingly oblivious to the tension.

Only then did the Governor turn and leave Tyreese be. A strangely relieved sigh left him, having been unaware that his chest had tightened so much he hadn’t been able to breathe.

That was weird… right? Did the Governor just threaten him by accusing him of potentially lying? Tyreese and the others were only in there briefly, they hadn’t met everyone… At least, he didn’t think so…

“Walk with me,” the Governor asked, throwing an arm around Kenny’s shoulders before the man could reply. “Who was it you traveled with again…? Lee and Clementine?”

“Yeah.” As they moved further away from Tyreese, he heard less and less of their conversation, but kept staring at them.

“And you came from… Hershel’s farm?”

“Yeah, we did. Was the first place we got to when me and the wife decided to get outta town.”

“Interesting… Tell me more.”

…

Rick steered the car down roads not yet tainted by the lack of maintenance in this new, dark world. He sat back in his seat, relaxed. It was quiet. They had succeeded on a mission. And now the only threat they had to deal with was Woodbury.

All should be well.

But it wasn’t.

Where Daryl had sat earlier was just an empty seat. No one had sat down in the front, both Glenn and Daryl stuffed in the back. No one spoke. No one even looked at each other.

Rick didn’t have to use his police instincts to know that the atmosphere in the car was… his fault.

Both the men, clearly fond of Clementine, were being forced to lie to her. On top of that, they were forced to lie to the rest of the group too. Rick doubted whether Glenn would keep this from Maggie, but beside that, he knew no one else was going to find out.

Not for a while at least, and hopefully never.

He knew Glenn was going to stay true to Rick’s request to keep this quiet. Glenn was in line with Rick’s hatred for Woodbury. They were seeing eye to eye on a lot of things lately.

But Daryl…

Those three bodies and the very obvious evidence of a group leaving, albeit it away from the prison, were all facts that Rick should openly tell his group - especially Clementine.

But…

What good would it do? Clementine might want to follow, meaning some people would leave with her. That would mean leaving the rest even more vulnerable to Woodbury’s threat. And that meant endangering Carl and Judith.

Selfish? Maybe… Or he was just trying to be a good leader.

For the first time in a long time, Rick wasn’t quite sure about Daryl’s loyalty. As he glanced back at the archer, perched awkwardly in the back with knees hitting the front seat uncomfortably, Rick was unsure what to do…

This was not a democracy. There were threats left and right.

But was it right to keep things from others just to keep people safe?

Far down the road, the prison could be seen already. They were almost home, and Daryl called it in through the Walkie Talkie.

But there was something else there.

Something along the road, waiting…

His mind revealed Lori, standing in an innocent white dress, watching him… Judging him for what he had become. For what he was doing. Lori, the woman who whispered in his ear about Shane’s bad intentions; Lori, the woman who loved Rick unconditionally; Lori, the mother to his children.

But she was gone.

And he had but one child.

But no, he had two.

But…

Lori would have disagreed with Rick’s behavior. Lori did disagree with Rick’s behavior. She hated dictatorships.

The world was not right, she would say, if there are dictatorships ruling over people, lying and manipulating. Thinking only on how to make them do what their leader wanted of them…

Rick was doing just that.

Was he doing it for the right reasons…?

…

“I heard what you told Michonne.”

Much to Clementine’s surprise, Carl was the one stood in the doorway to her cell. She had holed herself up in there since hearing back from Daryl and breaking down to Michonne. Whatever Michonne had told the others about it had apparently made them leave Clementine alone. She wasn’t really complaining about that. The solitude had been great to calm herself down again and to do something to get her mind off it all.

Drawing had been what she had been up to. Just aimlessly scribbling and coloring.

She had been two drawings in by the time Carl had come to her cell.

“Merle said we should leave you alone, but…” He shuffled inside the cell, long brown hair sticking out from his hat in various places and angles.

Surprised, Clementine had perked up from her spot on the floor. “He did? Why?”

“Dunno,” Carl replied with a shrug. Both seemed to be talking about different things; whilst Clementine had been surprised that Merle had asked the others to leave the girl alone, Carl was more confused by why solitude was what people thought Clementine needed.

He shifted to sit down next to Clementine, glancing at the drawings. But his eyes weren’t very interested in her art, shifting to her waist instead: “You get your gun from someone?” he opted to ask instead.

With a nod, Clementine took it out from its holster. Daryl had found that holster for her, even spent some time trying to shorten the strap so it would fit her child waist. She placed the gun in front of her.

Carl watched it for a while before taking out his own gun, placing it next to hers. “I killed my mom with it.”

It said a lot about this world that Clementine didn’t shift away from Carl in horror at those words.

Silence filled the cell instead.

“I killed Lee with mine,” Clementine whispered.

Two children sat alone in a cell, broken by what had happened to both, forced to do the unthinkable at a despicably young age.

“Sorry,” Carl had said quietly.

“Sorry,” Clementine repeated earnestly.

And suddenly, all of the fiendish feelings that Clementine had gotten from Carl since the beginning was gone. Suddenly, Carl reached over to place a hand on her shoulder - a brotherly gesture that made him look ten times older than he was, ready to protect her from any future horror.

“You’ve got friends in us too,” Carl said, trying his best to be a little supportive concerning the apparent disappearance of Ylva’s group.

Clementine nodded her head, but didn’t offer a smile at his words.

The children tucked their guns away again, before Carl gestured to the drawings. Without words, Clementine had offered Carl a blank piece of paper and some pens, before both simply… began to draw. Sitting next to each other to keep the other one company, they did this in silence for a while.

They had forgotten how nice it was to have someone closer to their own ages to talk to. How nice it was to just… be themselves, to have someone understand how shitty this all was for them.

They’d feel much better in each other’s companies than without from that moment on.

…

“Daryl.” Rick’s voice was a command. Glenn left them alone to find Maggie, or Clementine, whilst Daryl stayed put outside in the scorching sun. Rick shut the car door behind him, then approached Daryl, eyes darting at everything everywhere but at Daryl… until he came to a halt only a few feet away from the man.

Never in his life would Rick invade Daryl’s personal space to make a point. Despite any bad feelings or ill wishes that appeared between the two, Rick knew to give Daryl that space. It was important to Daryl, and Rick didn’t dare ask why - too worried, in all honesty, to hear how bad the reason might be. Daryl was his friend after all. He respected that distance even now.

“I wanna talk ‘bout what just happened.”

Daryl didn’t reply in any other form but a single, strained, nod.

“You know it’s important we keep our focus on the Governor-“

“This why we lyin’?” Daryl interrupted, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “’Bout someone’s friends? How would you feel if we lied ‘bout your family dyin’.”

It was no question. It was a point made. A point that was a touchy subject too.

Rick bit back some unkind words, lips thinning into a straight line, as he looked away. Composing himself, Rick pushed the anger, grief, and sadness away to offer Daryl an understanding nod.

“I know,” was Rick’s reply, spoken through a strained pair of lips. “You think I like lying? You think this is what I wanna do?” Daryl remained quiet, eyes narrowing into slits of mistrust, and Rick took a breath to calm himself. “They’re gone. We have no reason to follow. But we have all the reason to defend against the Governor, who is literally on our doorstep. You get it?”

“Then I go with the girl,” Daryl had quickly replied.

That had been Rick’s fear, and it showed as he was quick to shake his head. “Yer one of my best warriors, Daryl. I can’t lose you.” He paused then added: “We can’t lose you,” for emphasis.

“The tracks’ll be gone if we wait,” Daryl said, biting his lip. His gaze had drifted away from Rick, his head hung low. His voice, too, was quieter.

Rick was getting through to Daryl. “I know…”

“Ye’d have less difficulty leading if ye just spoke the truth,” Daryl snapped. With those words said, Daryl turned and marched off.

But something told Rick that Daryl wasn’t going to tell anyone they’d lied. That despite what he wanted to do, he understood Rick’s reasoning. Still, it didn’t feel right to force a good man to become bad.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd #clementine #the walking dead fic #the walking dead au #the walking dead telltale #the walking dead telltale fic #the walking dead fanfiction #my fic clementine

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Slaughtered Harmony: ((Full Story))

Slaughtered Harmony is a Au of Danganronpa v3, inspired by the story:"Island of the Slaughtered",created by Eavee-ry on Tiktok. Mixing Gore and Creppy Elements, our cast has a group of ultimates instead of Campers, are they gonna be luck to survive or not? Lets figure it out!

(( No art for this au, you need to create your own and credit me))

Story:

- A group of sixteen ultimate students were invited to spend a year at a summer camp in order to improve their talents and at the same time, create great memories with each other, a complete package if you ask me.

- However, a fateful incident would be the necessary word for a big explosion, well, we can't always trust everything in the hands of destiny, can we? I just hope that nothing bad happened among our students, it would be horrible if the country's greatest source of hope was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Day:3

Victim 1#: "Shuichi Saihara"

Rule #1: "Don't go where you don't belong"

- From the beginning, the students thought about finding the Chin director who had now disappeared without leaving any trace. The students would then divide themselves into groups of eight to look for the director and try to get an answer.

- Kaede and Shuichi were together from beginning to end, both were named "Truth Duo" by Kaito who found it admirable to see the courage of the two, especially Kaede, in investigating the truth behind the disappearance. The duo ended up separating from the others when Shuichi heard a noise coming from the camera room, as he approached, leaving Kaede alone in the hallway, but as he touched the doorknob, a masked individual appeared from inside, grabbing Shuichi and scuttling him with a stick.

- The killer tied Shuichi to a chair and a rubber helmet was attached to his head attached to some electrical wires. Upon waking up and noticing things around him, Shuichi was unable to say anything before feeling the electrical charges dominating his body, he tried to scream but the muffled sounds of the machine made it impossible for others to hear him. Shuichi's eyes and ears bled and his skin turned bluish shortly after his electrocution.

- His body was found by Kaede who, upon noticing his disappearance, searched all the doors and found an electric shuichi in the camera room.

Day:5

Victim 2#: Miu Iruma

Rule 2#: "Avoid talking more than necessary."

- The students noticed the seriousness of the situation, not only did they lose a colleague but they were afraid to know what the next steps of the now murderer among them would be. While many were corrupted by fear and doubt, some ignored it.

-Miu was one of those people, the mask that it was all just a big prank still remained, for her Shuichi's "death" was just a technical trick because according to her, Shuichi's stupidity would not be so great as to To die like that, it made a wave of hatred rise in a kaede before crying over the death of her friend. Both were removed by Kaito and Gonta, noticing the stupidity she did, Miu locked herself in her laboratory in order not to be bothered by any of the students, even KIB0 who was the only one to stay by my side even though she had started it all.

- The killer, seeing the fight from afar, took the opportunity to enter and hide in Miu's laboratory until she was alone. Inside the laboratory, the killer surprised me from behind and hit her in the head with a wrench, then he trapped her on a metal stretcher leaving her with her legs open, he then arrested her and replaced the drill bit from a giant drill with a pipe, he activated the drill in the direction of Miu's vaginal canal, causing her to agonize before the killer put another pipe, this time inside the girl's mouth, she was subjected to choking while the drill pierced her vagina. Miu died some time later from choking and blood loss.

- Her body was found the next morning by KIB0 and Kokichi.

Day: 7

Victim 3#: Korekiyo Shinguji

Rule 3#: "Never test for danger"

- Things were going from bad to worse, if they didn't find a way to get out of that camp, how many more bodies would end up in the pile? Under the leadership of Kirumi and her recent assistant Angie, the students were ready to enter the dark depths of the forest to see the possibility of finding some way out or resources not found, logically some chose not to go out of fear or because they thought the idea was too crazy. like Maki who said that he would be handing himself over on a tray to the killer.

- Korekiyo whispered next to Rantaro how such losses meant the return of dark forces and said he was impressed by the way the killer managed to spread despair, wondering if they were worth resisting even if the end result was obvious. This caused him to die in the mouth because the other students abandoned him in the forest at the behest of Angie, who stated that she felt a dark energy around Korekiyo and that the best option would be to abandon him to reflect on his bad behavior. Korekiyo was confident that he would be able to return to camp quickly but this never happened before he was taken to an isolated area by his hair.

- Korekiyo tried to run as fast as possible but his body was split in half with a chainsaw and his face was cut into an elongated smile with a pair of scissors.

- His body was found by Angie and Tenko

Day:9

Victim 4#: Ryoma Hoshi

Rule 4#:"Control your temper"

- Another day of calamity and yet another death, seeing how dangerous the trip to the forest was, the others chose to stay away from the vegetation for fear of going through the same thing as Shinguji, but that wasn't all when Ryoma approached of Angie blaming her for Korekiyo's death saying that if they weren't naive enough to go into the dark woods, maybe they would still have Korekiyo with them

- Everyone was surprised by the sudden outburst of a hitherto neutral and uncommunicative Ryoma, the fight grew when Himiko was Angie's shield, stating that her friend never thought of killing him but wanted to leave him alone to reflect on her feelings. negative thoughts. The discussion ended when Ryoma left the group to go take care of some things in his laboratory. Kaito proposed to go with him, scared of something bad happening, but Ryoma reassured him by saying that a cheap copy of Jason next to an entire mafia was a piece of cake.

- Being inside his laboratory, Ryoma noticed the movement coming from the shadows and out of it came a masked figure raising a knife, Ryoma quickly threw two tennis balls at the killer's face giving him time to run, but before he reached the door, The killer managed to hit him with tranquilizing data, making Ryoma lose consciousness. Minutes later he woke up tied to the tennis court beam when the killer placed a ball machine in front of him but replaced the soft tennis balls with table throws. Ryoma was hit several times by the balls that deformed his entire face, leaving him unrecognizable.

- His body was found Kirumi.

Day: 13

Victim 5#: Himiko Yumeno

Rule 5#:"A friend is the one who warns"

- Three days passed without any appearance of the killer or any corpse, this reassured and frightened the students now under the dictatorship/student council founded by Angie with the aim of preventing murders and disappearances. Many were shocked by such an attitude considering that she was responsible for delivering Korekiyo into the hands of the killer, but this did not make it impossible for her to create rules to bring peace in such a chaotic moment, logically a council cannot be made up of just one person and one One of the components to remain alongside their leader was Himiko.

- One day before the event, Angie proposed an activity capable of taking the focus away from the smell and blood of the corpses present and the activity would be a magic show prepared by Himiko, who was quite surprised that someone had considered her illusionistic skills, but this left her motivated delivering a performance to die for for his colleagues.

- The night everything was ready, the killer replaced the tanks, adding piranhas to the used tank. The next morning, Himiko would perform the trick of escaping from the tangle while she was handcuffed, the person responsible for handcuffing was Maki who made Himiko's request to appear as trapped as possible. At the side of the stage was a smiling Angie introducing the show as a curtain was lowered. Minutes passed and there was no sign of himiko worrying the viewers, tenko asked Angie to lower the curtains with a nervous expression which quickly turned into pure horror because in front of everyone inside the tank would not be the smiling magician but what was not eaten by the piranhas surrounding the red water.

- Her remains were found by all the students. Tenko stood in front of the tank crying for hours.

Day: 16

Victim 6#: K1B0

Rule 6#:"Hope is the last to die"

- The chaos intensified when the killer surprised the students during the afternoon, amidst the frantic chase he focused his eyes on K1B0 and Kokichi who separated from the group during the race. K1B0 appeared to be showing signs of malfunction because without Miu it would be impossible to carry out adequate maintenance, but this did not prevent him from protecting Kokichi, who was grabbed by the scarf, with impressive strength he managed to push the killer, leaving Kokichi to fall to the ground, K1B0 ordered him to run and Kokichi reluctantly complied and ran away.

- The killer used a rock to rip out the parts of K1B0 and thus remove its wires, replacing the electrical material with trash while the lenses of his eyes were ripped out and lit candles illuminated that day called a hopeful beacon.

- His body and remains were found by Gonta and his head was found by Kokichi which was placed next to the door of his laboratory.

Day:20

Victim 7#:"Tsumugi Shirogane"

Rule 7#: "Watch where you are going, don't get caught"

-That day, another surprise affected the group when Kaito started spitting blood, he said it was just an allergy, but an analysis carried out by Kirumi proved the opposite, asking if there was something they could use to treat him, Kaede remembered There was a medicine session in Shuichi's laboratory, but she was against going alone, which Tsumugi chose to help her, in fact two are better than one.

- Both walked through the quiet room with only the shock of their improvised weapons echoing through the environment, when Kaede entered the room next to Tsumugi, she saw a shadow on top of her but she fell asleep thanks to a gas before even identifying the source.

- Tsumugi had been kidnapped and taken to his laboratory, the killer used scissors to cut off part of her clothes and replace them with parts of Enoshima's cosplay. Her long blue hair was violently ripped out while she was alive having the junko wig stapled to the sides of her hair. The killer also removed one of her eyes by placing a sphere of blue light and then tried to hang Tsumugi to death with a rope, but it didn't help, hitting her head several times using a weight throw, thus taking the girl's life, then taking the girl's life. he wrapped ropes around her arms, legs and neck hanging her as if he was performing.

- Her body was found by Rantaro and Kaede.

Day:22

Victim 8#: Angie Yonaga

Rule 8#:"Recognize, Confess and Accept"

- Angie was determined to complete her plan so she stole a vial of poison from Shuichi's laboratory and poured it over the dough that Kirumi would use for breakfast the next day, but before she could hide her trick the killer drugged her and took her into the woods.

- She was tied against a tree and the killer stare at her coldly, the killer asked her to recognize her faults over the days and if she did that he would let her live, surprisingly, Angiu laughed and looked at the killer with disdain and justified his actions claiming to be the work of Atua in order to punish those unable to recognize the greatness of his power over those lost in soul and heart just like him. This enraged the killer who hit Angie in the head using a piece of iron, suddenly making her lose consciousness.

- Then he used the girl's sculpting materials to open her back into a pair of wings, after which he twisted the iron into the shape of a halo and inserted it into the center of Angie's head, which was placed on the camp statue. Now everyone could admire the radiance of Saint Angie.

- Her body was found the next morning by all the students.

Day: 24 and 25

Victims 9#/10#:Kokichi Ouma and Kaito Momota

Rule 9#:"Don't try too hard"

Rule 10#:"Leave him free"

- Kaito's physical health was depleted as the days went by and he would have less chance of life if he continued in that hell, the antidote which was supposed to have some effect actually made what was already bad worse. To their surprise, old Kaito still maintained his carefree expression because if he was going to die, it wouldn't be at the hands of a murderous son of a bitch, but rather alongside his best friends, even Ouma, however the lights in the cafeteria were cut off, indicating the presence of the killer and so everyone started running around the back of the place while Kokichi held Kaito over his shoulders.

- Kaito and Kokichi ended up hiding inside Kaito's laboratory. Both were physically tired, especially Kaito who was waiting for death to arrive, Kokichi tried to motivate him by telling him not to give up but his attempts were in vain when Kaito took his last breath, at the same moment one of the windows was broken by the killer, Kokichi tried to attack him. but a pair of arrows were stuck into his chest.

- The killer, dissatisfied with not being able to take Kaito's life, grabbed the bodies of the two boys and trapped them inside the rocket in the middle of the room and thus attached several blades to the center of the replica and then made it rotate several times until the bodies of both merge into a mixture of human flesh.

- Their remains were found by Kaede and Maki.

Day:26

Victim 11#: Kirumi Tojo

Rule 11: "An Act of Heroism"

- The survivors climbed the mountain to see several boats approaching the camp, everyone was tired, exhausted but happy to hear about the signal sent by K1B0's AI, when they were about to leave, the killer jumped from one of the bushes and grabbed Kaede by the hair and threatening the blonde with a knife. When Kirimu jumped on the killer's shoulders, making Kaede fall to the ground, the other students saw Kirumi fight the killer, ordering everyone to flee and smiled, thanking them for allowing her to be their maid and thus perform her last service.

- Everyone nodded frighteningly and ran towards the boat, Kirumi was beaten and scratched by a knife and before the killer could escape she grabbed him by the shirt towards the edge of the cliff making them both fall, killing them both on impact.

- No one found their bodies.

Survivors

- Kaede Akamatsu

- Tenko Chabashira

- Maki Harukawa

- Rantaro Amami

- Gonta Gokuhara

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa au #island of the slaughtered #danganronpa #Island of the slaughtered au

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I'm Not Going Anywhere

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, bombs, vomit and injury

Words:1421

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Everything comes crashing down as, Jason must go through major life changes.

Stephanie, Damian and Jason stood in the old creepy abandoned warehouse. They had been tailing the illegal meta-human trafficking unit Joker had recently been involved in. The thought of Joker with the power to hurt more kids made Jason sick. They had Joker's henchman in custody. He had said that the briefcase was in his car. Unfortunately the trunk was unable to be unlocked with Jason's lock pick.. According to Bats. Inside the case had the files on the whereabouts of the missing meta-teens. Though it was no easy task as they knew something else had to be amiss. Jason unlocked the car door with his own lockpick. He began searching the glove box for the special key. Stephanie found the key under a pouch of the seat.

"I win!!"

Her little brother snatches it from her. Damian began to unlock the the trunk. Jason's heart feels terrified as his ears hear a slight familiar ticking sound. He looks down to the bottom of the car to see the bomb.

"FREEZE DAMIAN DON'T MOVE!!" Jason shouted in Arabic

Damian stopped as if on instinct "the detonators tied to the lid" he said trying to sound more confident than what he actually felt.

Stephanie looked down to where Jason did having not understanding what he said. Her stomach turns realizing the truth.

-"is everyone alright?" Y/N asked through the intercom.

"we're OK love" her spouse responded.

-"Nightwing and I are, on our way!" Batman announced

"we're fine old man" Jason snarled approaching Damian

"how far did you turn the key?!" Stephanie asked

"almost entirely" Damian swallowed hardly

Jason places his hands within a inch of Damian's "don't let it snap back ok?" Damian nods "let go" Jason ordered, Damian did just that Jason swiftly took the key

"ok I'm faster than both of you, get out of here" he told Steph and Dami

-"Jason!!" Y/N shouted.

"no we're not leaving you Ja-" he cuts his sister off

"not up for discussion! Go! NOW!!" Jason shouted

Stephanie takes Damian's hand pulling him away. They make it to, Y/N, Bruce and Grayson.

"the car was wired to a bo--" BOOM!!! Everyone lays down to shield from the explosion, the bomb erupts.

Jason feels like he's back in that building, alone, bleeding.. Beaten. Batman stood feeling the same feeling he did when.. When he lost Jason. He runs through the explosion with his family. Jason survived the explosion. However he now laid in a hospital bed in intensive care. Y/N broke as the Dr explained all that had happened. The explosion had caused a piece of shrapnel to thrust into spine causing his previous nerve damage to return. From when Joker took him away. Bruce tried to find a way to regain his son's ability to walk. Y/N walked into the room. Jason was covered in bandages, his face redden with bruises. She covers her face as the cry came to her lips. He pulled his wife into his arms as he began to cry his own tears. She laid beside him as he began to sob. Jason's mood remained angered. He barely spoke to anyone. The couple stayed at the Manor much to Jason's annoyance. Jason stayed in the bedroom while sitting the wheelchair. He felt so defenseless, helpless.. Alfred had made cookies as everyone was downstairs. Well.. Almost everyone.

"what are you doing here B? You here to tell me that I should come downstairs.. "

"no though you should--" Bruce's paternal instinct shoots through him as, Jason yelled.

"AHHHH!! F-FUCK!!" Jason yelled in agony from his horrible muscle spasm.

Bruce quickly ran into the bathroom to look in the cabinet, and anywhere for medicine. There was nothing. He then looked in the pouch attached to Jason's wheelchair. All he found were snacks, a fidget spinner and some books.

"Meds Son?!" Bruce said

Bruce takes the pain killer he had in his pocket. He opens the bottle quickly and tried to put the medication in his hand but Jason pushed his hand away. Bruce let Jason grip his wrist. Jason takes heavy breaths as the bone crushing pain subsidies. He let's go of Bruce's hand, and then rubs his hand down his face.

"I'm-I'm good.." he shaked

Jason sees the bottle of medicine Bruce was trying to give him. He grabs it, throwing it against the wall breaking it.

"Jason" Bruce cautioned

"get out Bruce" he sadly said

"you have to take better care of yourself son"

"you think I'm not?" Jason coldly said remembering what took his birth mother away

"Jason are you ok? I heard you shouting" Y/N asked walking into the room.

"I'm fine babe" he assured as she leans down to him

She gently wraps her arms around him. He hugs her taking a deep breath. Bruce sighed picking up the thrown medicine bottle. Y/N looked seeing it. She kisses his neck and cups his face looking him in the eye.

"I don't want to see you in so much pain Jay" she pleaded.

"I can't" he breathed out through his mouth, feeling defeated.

He rolled his wheelchair back to see his brothers and his sisters, peeping their heads from the hallway.

"I'm fucking fine you guys" Jason told his siblings

Days went by Jason was in the living room sitting alone. He was trying to read to distract his groans the dull ache after the muscle spasm again.

"you're in pain.. Perhaps the Lazarus--"

"Damian! Don't.." Jason looks to his little brother, he shakes his head "that won't fix me"

"so you've accepted this as your fate?!" Damian snarled

"don't take, that tone with me twerp I saved you remember"

Damian slapped Jason's head he gripped the kids hand gently putting it down. Damian moves his hand away abruptly. He reaches to hit his arm but stops.

"this pain will only fester and destroy you" he warned

"I'm not dying believe me I'd know"

"you cannot joke about this! This is serious Jason!" Damian yelled to him

"you think I don't know that? I am the one fucking stuck in this damn thing!" Jason snapped

"because of me!!" Damian shouted on the verge of tears.

"Dami.. Had it been you, I'm not sure you would have made it kid. Besides its my job to protect your ass"

"I know..." he mumbled turning away in shame.

Jason reaches to him but Damian steps back. He reaches further

"ahh! I'm gonna fall" Jason jokes

Damian hugs his big brother. Jason takes a deep breath rubbing the kids back.

"you really think I'm going to let something like that take me away again. You are stuck with me kid"

7 months later. Jason's muscle spasms had calmed down but no hope came to regain his ability to walk. He laid in the bed with his wife. His arm over her chest as her back was rested up against him. It was only a few weeks ago that they were finally able to be intimate. It was different but it still took their hearts on a beautiful journey to explore new possibilities. Jason wakes abruptly feeling his wife quickly leave his arms. He blinks trying to make himself adjust to the sunlight shine into the room. He hears her throwing up into the toilet in their bathroom

"I'm coming Hon!!" he announced

He unfolds the wheelchair at his side of the bed. He sits in and then went into the bathroom. He holds her hair back. He reaches up to the cloth as she finishes. He wipes her face. She reaches to flush the toilet. She moved to lay on his legs. He began to rub her face and then back. He kisses her head. He pulls her up to lay in his lap. He rolled the wheelchair into their room so she wouldn't smell the vomit. He began to rub her cheek lovingly.

"you know before I ended up like this we'd been trying to start our own family.. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to make that happen. Not that the sex hasn't been incredible" he smirked kissing her "I guess what I'm trying to say is.. I'm so happy that you're pregnant" he said trying to keep his emotions calm.

She began to cry at his sweet words and hugged him "I was going to surprise you with a gift tonight"

"I figured you would eventually baby. I just am too excited to keep my mouth shut" he grinned.

#Jason Todd X Wife! Reader #Jason Todd X Reader #Angst #wheel bound #wheelchair #pregnancy #Batfamily #Batfamily angst #Hurt comfort #Worried Batfamily #Batfam #Bruce Wayne is a good parent

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Chapter 4 - The mission

warning: swearing, fight, kid declaration of feelings

Kid POV

My gaze is constantly on the door, Eriss should already be here but she still doesn't show any signs and on top of that I don't answer the snail communicator. I begin to notice movements between the bartender and one of the employees taking boxes to the basement behind the bar.

Well, if Eriss doesn't arrive, Wire will be in charge of stealing what's inside those boxes. Heat goes to the bar and creates a LITTLE mess, it's time! - they nod and get into position.

-Killer go outside and makes sure we won't have much trouble escaping.

-Yes captain! The white girl is going to miss out on the fun or maybe she was too entertained.

-You didn't get to the beating in a while, do you want to take more to see if you can gain my respect?! - I threaten him and give him a grunt, making him raise his hands and head towards the door.

I hear Killer laughing - Eish, shit is going to happen!

I see Eriss enter and soon all the eyes of the other people in the bar fall on her. When she dressed provocatively she automatically assumed a dominant attitude capable of breaking egos. My malicious smile soon turns into a mixture of anger and sadness that I couldn't contain, as soon as I see Law behind her with his hat covering his eyes but letting out a superior smile. I get up from the table, making it fly and go towards her.

-What the hell is this? What is the death surgeon doing next to you? And why are you only showing up now?Law gets in front of her, stopping me from continuing my angry speech.

- Eriss-ya bumped into me on the way and I decided to follow her. Kid, you shouldn't let your subordinate walk alone at night.

-She's a grown woman, she knows how to handle herself. You don't need a Dalmatian clown to accompany you.

Eriss uses the whip, breaking a chair and the sound echoes throughout the silent room.

-Calm down, redhead. It's like Trafalgar said, we met and he decided to accompany me. Don't tell me you're jealous?

Then she approaches me and looks at me from top to bottom. That made me uncomfortable and I took a step back and away from her gaze.

Eriss POV

Thank you Law - I put my hand on his arm while I wink at him. With the other hand I grab Kid's arm, forcing him to sit back down in the corner where the overturned table was.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Law smile and leave. We had agreed to distort the truth and preserve what we had, in the end, we were pirates from different bands and I still had my mission to complete.

I hear the redhead mumble softly with his arms crossed and I just roll my eyes. I nod to Killer to go along with the plan. I discreetly remove the small needles from my bag attached to my belt and take advantage of the overturned table to place one of my legs on it to enhance my image.

KID I WANT SEX! - the people in the room lose their reaction and all look in my direction. I throw the needles and with my weaponry haki I manage to knock down most of them.

He gets up, grabbing me by the waist and whispers in my ear - you're a brilliant tigress! - and taking advantage of that momentum, he made me jump to the bar where Heat had already knocked over the bartender and the waiters and was going down to the basement.

Some people get up and start coming towards me. - I'll take care of them, I need to release energy. - rubs his hands together and begins to create an electromagnetic wave collecting metals and then repelling them against enemies. I had to admit that seeing him almost explode with anger and now fighting left me satisfied.

POV Narrator

Despite the tumultuous start, the robbery was a success. The entire crew was partying on deck as they drank and danced. Heat did his numbers by breathing fire from his mouth, Killer drank through a straw and when he got upset he would upset the Kid and within seconds they started a heated argument that ended in punches and then they hugged each other.

Eriss was sitting next to Wire, both with mugs in hand and in silence, enjoying that moment. She may not seem like it, but she had a special affection for Wire, he was the one who helped her train and awaken her hidden side.Killer approaches her and pulls her to come and celebrate, handing her another mug forcing her to drink it in one go. Kid starts to fuss and sends them an angry look, but soon starts to laugh as he remembers the scene that Eriss created and the joy it gave him to see her eyes shine.

Fatigue and alcohol begin to take over her, leaving them begging and pouting for her to stay a little longer. He ignores them, but when she feels her legs being grabbed, she punches them both and goes to the bedroom and takes a shower to wake up and relax.

After drying himself with the towel, he leaves it on the bed and goes to the closet to look for something to wear, finding a loose t-shirt and starting to put it on. She was so distracted and relaxed after a day of emotions, she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone in the room.Kid was sitting in the armchair on the other side of the room, enjoying the view of her naked, shiny body.

-You make me too tempted, Tigress.

Eriss jumps in fright and only sees two eyes shining in the light of the full moon that comes through the window.

-I'm going to kill you redhead! - she approaches him and slaps him -What the fuck? What are you doing here? You left me alone and I'm too drunk, I need you to take care of me. - he pouts and tries to grab her legs but soon receives a kick in the shin.

She takes a deep sigh, goes back to the bathroom so she can at least put on her underwear in peace. In a minute she sees Kid closing his eyes and breathing heavily, his features no longer have that ominous look and become serene. His hair fell over her glasses, his pumped arms rested on the armchair.

She even thought about asking Killer for help to take him to his room, but it would only give her more problems. She gently wakes him up and starts trying to get him to move to her bed.

-Kid, come on, help me a little, it's just a few steps to the bed.

Between grunts, he leans on her and notices the various hickeys she has on her body, leaving him with a strange impression on his stomach.

-Can you take off your shoes, at least to make yourself more comfortable? - he nods yes and starts to do it.

-Eriss, what is your relationship with Trafalgar? He's from another gang, we're enemies. What if one day he uses you as an advantage against us? -He doesn't know why he asked that question, but he felt light and vulnerable because he was drunk.

She runs her hand through his hair and helps him take off the black vest he was wearing.

-Our friendship will never interfere with the interests of the gang, don't worry, captain. He helped me when I needed it, taught me what I know about medicine and...And apparently he also continues to teach you anatomy. Why do you have so many marks? It's not a simple friendship - Kid interrupts her and leans back on the bed, letting out a puppy look.

-I never said anything to you when you also appear with marks on your chest or when I see you with other women. Mind your own business and leave mine. I have as much right to have my fun as anyone else in this bunch! Or are you going to tell me that this is jealousy and you like me?

He pulls her, making her sit on the bed next to her - yes, I don't like seeing you with others, you're my tigress - and hugs her.

Not knowing how to react, she lies in his arms, intoxicated by his soft metallic scent mixed with loot, trying to process what she had just heard. She feels a weight and sees that he has fallen asleep again. With effort she manages to lay him down and does the same next to her, but turning on her back.

Her thoughts raced, what had just happened? Had her captain just declared himself or was it just to provoke her and all the alcohol? And she because she felt her heart beating faster but also a despair growing inside her.

#one piece x reader #one piece #fanfiction #one piece x y/n #whipintheheart chapter4 #kid x reader

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torreshalstead · 6 months

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I’ll show you mine - part 12

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 12/13

Notes - thanks so much for the love on the last chapter, we pick up exactly where we left off ❤️ AO3 Link

You could have knocked Hailey over with a feather at that moment, her stomach leaped up into her throat and any coherent thought she might have been able to produce vacated her head immediately.

‘So he’s not crazy,’ Kim said, noting Hailey’s reaction as her jaw almost fell open. Kims eyes grew wide and a grin pasted to her cheeks.

Hailey managed to take a breath, a huge gulp like a drowning man who had just found a pocket of air. ‘He’s not crazy,’ she whispered, feeling the colour rising in her cheeks as what Kim had told her settled in.

Jay had thought Kim was her, so had said I love you. Jay loves her. He loves her.

‘And I’m guessing you return his sentiment judging by the look on your face,’ Kim chuckled. ‘Well that’s adorable. Anyway, he’s awake and I thought you might want to see him alone before the rest of the troops pile in.’

Hailey nodded, not trusting herself to say anything out loud with her mind still being a whirlwind of thoughts.

‘He’s up in Room 205,’ Kim said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as she began to head towards Hailey’s vacated chair. ‘And we will talk about all of this,’ she gestured animatedly at Hailey’s blush, ‘later. I expect the full story Upton, no cutting out the good parts!’

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Hailey made her way up to Jay’s room. She didn’t know if she wanted to run there or take her time. Her emotions were running haywire in her brain and confusing her beyond belief.

There was a part of her that wanted to run, wanted to throw herself into his arms, kiss him senseless and tell him that she loved him back, of course she did. How could she not?

But the part of her that wanted to dawdle was worried that his words were just an illusion, a figment of his imagination that had been brought on by a cocktail of painkillers. That when she walked into the room, he wouldn’t be excited to see her at all and definitely wouldn’t repeat the same words he had spoken to Kim.

She tried to bury down that self sabotaging thought. He had said the words, whether he was slightly under the influence of hospital strength drugs or not, he had said them. And she knew how she felt, how much she loved him.

By the time she had managed to get her feelings into some semblance of order, her feet had carried her all the way to the door to room 205. Before she could second guess herself, she pushed open the door and walked inside.

Jay was asleep, or at least his eyes were closed, as he lay on the bed, the various wires and sensors hooking him up to the myriad of screens that showed numbers and lines that Hailey did not hold the qualifications to understand. He was dressed in the standard issue hospital gown, the bandage covering his wound just poking up out of the neck. He looked surprisingly peaceful laying there, but Hailey knew how much he hated hospitals so would be trying to sweet talk the nurses as soon as he was able to stand, or even before if he was being stubborn.

She made her way over to him, letting herself reach for the hand not attached to his IV and thread her fingers through his. She knew she should take a seat in the chair, that’s what it was there for, but she perched herself on the side of his bed, needing to be closer to him and reached down to push some of his hair out of his face.

He hummed in response to her fingers dragging against his skin.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, not fully expecting a response but wanting to let him know it was her anyway.

‘Hailey,’ he murmured, his voice thick from the sedatives, the word a little slurred.

‘Yeah, it’s me,’ she said, continuing to let her fingers trace the outline of his jaw.

‘Where did you go?’ He asked, leaning into her touch but not opening his eyes.

‘Nowhere,’ Hailey said. ‘I’m not going anywhere Jay.’

‘But you left,’ he said, confusion evident in his tone.

‘That was Kim,’ Hailey admitted, ‘she was here then she came to get me.’

His eyes fluttered open, taking a second longer than usual to focus on her. She could see the gears spinning in his head, trying to put together what was an illusion brought on by his medication and what was reality.

‘Kim?’ He asked, his eyebrows pulling together in the middle.

‘Yep,’ she said with a little nod. ‘She rode in the ambulance with you and then stayed here, I got here a little while ago.’

‘Kim in the ambulance,’ Jay repeated. ‘She was here?’

‘Uhuh.’

‘So if it was Kim…’ he paused and Hailey let herself smile.

‘So you told Kim that you loved her, not me,’ she chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze.

Jay groaned, closing his eyes as he remembered.

‘But Jay,’ Hailey said, gently angling his face back to look at her, ‘I love you too.’

It felt so good to say outloud, like the words were birds in her chest that had suddenly broken free and spread their wings for the first time, feeling the air buffeting underneath them. She loved him.

She watched as Jay’s smile grew wide, his eyes sparkling under the fluorescent hospital lighting.

‘You love me?’

‘I do,’ Hailey repeated.

‘That’s good,’ Jay said through his smile, ‘Because I love you too, even if I accidentally told Kim instead of you.’ He chuckled and Hailey couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her.

‘She’s going to question me so much later so thanks for that,’ she playfully swatted his non bandaged shoulder. ‘But, how are you feeling?’

‘Like I’m on top of the world,’ Jay said with a grin. ‘My girl loves me back.’

Hailey blushed, saying things like that came so easily to Jay - it was just one of the things she loved about him. ‘And they have got you on the good stuff,’ she said, gesturing to his IV.

‘And that,’ he nodded. ‘Seriously though, I don’t feel too bad. And now you’re here, I feel so much better.’

The tightness that had been in Hailey’s chest since she had watched him get loaded into the ambulance and drive off without her returned with a vengeance.

Jay must have noticed the change in her expression or felt the tightening of her hand around his as he asked her what was wrong.

‘It’s nothing,’ Hailey said, shaking her head as she desparetly tried to prevent the tears that were forming at the corners of her eyes from giving her away and cascading down her cheeks.

‘Talk to me Hails,’ Jay said, the concern rolling off him.

‘It’s stupid,’ she quietly tried to shake him off.

‘Nothing you could ever tell me is stupid,’ Jay said softly, returning her hand squeeze from earlier.

Hailey looked at him, really looked at him. Saw the worry etched into the corners of his eyes, the concern clear across his face, saw the love that he had for her pouring out of him. The feeling she reciprocated with everything that she had.

‘When you got shot,’ she started, talking slowly to keep herself calm. ‘I just wanted to be by your side. But when I got down to you, they were wheeling you into the ambo on the stretcher. There was so much blood and I didn’t know if you were okay,’ her voice started to crack but she had gotten this far, she needed to finish. ‘And then Voight stopped me, let Kim get into the ambulance with you and then the doors shut and you drove away. Away from me. And I didn’t know if you were alive or dead.’

‘And I know, Kim was your partner, it made sense for her to go. And it made no sense for me to be there. Because to everyone else I’m just your colleague, just someone you went undercover with that one time. I had no place to be there holding you hand,’ Hailey swallowed and focused on the feeling of Jay’s hand in hers. ‘But I should have been,’ she admitted, ‘I should have been the one holding you hand and talking to the doctors. But I had to wait for someone else to tell me and I had to pretend I was just worried.’

‘But my heart was breaking Jay,’ the tears had started to fall now and she could see her pain mirrored in Jay’s face, ‘I didn’t know if you were okay and I had to pretend it was the same as if someone else had been shot. And I care about them, of course I do, but it’s different. I love you and concealing my pain was so hard.’ She let herself fall into silence, the tears staining her cheeks.

‘Then we tell them,’ Jay said quietly, his eyes had stayed on hers the whole time she had admitted what was in her heart. ‘We tell Voight we are involved. That way, if something like this ever happens again, although I’ll try to duck this time,’ Hailey laughed wetly at his poor attempt at a joke, ‘then you won’t have to be by the sidelines.’

‘But his rule-’ Hailey started but Jay shook his head.

‘I don’t care about his rule Hailey,’ he said, ‘I care about you. And anyway, it’s pre-existing,’ he winked at her.

Hailey smiled, leaning forward so she could finally kiss him, mildly impressed at her own self restraint for being able to go this long without doing it. She pressed her lips to his, trying to show him through her touch how much she loved him and how much him wanting to out their relationship meant to her.

He deepened the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and swiping his tongue against the seam begging for entrance which she was more than happy to grant. The beeping from his heartbeat monitor got a little faster but neither cared as they poured all of themselves into the kiss and into each other, so much so they forgot they were in the middle of a hospital and Jay was supposed to be recovering from surgery. He didn’t kiss like a man recovering from surgery, more like a man starving and Hailey was the only food he had seen in days.

The door behind them opened and they sprang apart as a red headed doctor walked into the room.

‘So this is the girl you’ve been hiding,’ he said with a grin that was vividly familiar.

‘Hailey, this is my brother Will, Will this is Hailey,’ Jay said, gesturing between them.

‘Wish we were meeting under better circumstances,’ Will said with a smile as he walked over to stand at the foot of Jay’s bed, ‘but it turns out this one has forgotten the number one rule. Avoid the bullets.’ He patted Jay’s foot under the blanket condescendingly and Jay rolled his eyes.

‘Will is the doctor in the family but clearly today he is trying to be a comedian,’ Jay said and Hailey chuckled.

‘Lovely to meet you Will,’ she said, quickly trying to wipe the stray tears that were still on her face with the back of her hand.

‘I assume Hailey can stay whilst I tell you how much of an idiot you are?’ Will asked.

‘Yes,’ Jay said, running his thumb across the back of her hand in soothing circles. ‘Whatever you say to me, you can say in front of Hailey.’

‘Wow, you’re a goner bro,’ Will scoffed but Hailey watched as Jay’s eyes flicked towards her. If he was a goner than she was too, her heart belonged to this man and she knew she was never going to get it back. Not that she wanted to, he made her happy and that was enough. Telling Voight about them however, she wasn’t sure how that was going to go.

#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd #upstead fic #one chicago #hailey x jay #chicago pd fanfic #upstead fanfic #chicago pd fanfiction #upstead fanfiction #chicago pd fic

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sprnklersplashes · 1 year

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two worlds make a universe (ao3)

Jesper hadn't fully understood what Ohval said until now; when a group of Barrel rats try to break into his home, while Wylan sleeps peacefully in their bed. In Shu Han, she had been protecting her universe. Now, decades later, Jesper is doing the same.

Waking up happens quickly. Just one ring beside him has Jesper bursting into consciousness, nervous sweat trickling down his back and his nerves sparking like livewires through his body. His head is a scramble of half-baked thoughts, still momentarily caught between sleep and reality. But then the bell rings a second time and his head clears.

It’s the sound he never wanted to hear, and the one he’s prepared himself for a million times over.

“Jesper?” Beside him, Wylan blinks heavily and raises his head. His voice is softer than Jesper’s would be, worn out and weighted with sleep. Slowly, he lifts his head from the pillow and attempts to hold himself upright

Jesper has prepared for this too. He gives him his best approximation of a comforting smile and uses one hand to stroke his cheek. The other pulls a gun from beneath the mattress.

“Go back to sleep, love,” he whispers. “Everything’s okay. Just go back to sleep.” He repeats himself once, twice more, his hand stroking Wylan’s papery cheek. His eyes drop closed and Jesper waits for his breathing to deepen before getting out of bed. More than anything, he wants to press a parting kiss to his temple or run his fingers through his hair.

But that would cost him precious seconds, and time is one of the many advantages on his side.

He creeps steadily down the hall, so agile and silent that the Wraith herself would be proud. The tinkling of bells draws him further into the house and down the stairs; he silences each one as he passes. It was a system Wylan designed years ago; a series of long, thin wires attached to various bells around the house. The bells used to be louder, larger, made of brass and copper instead of silver. They might have been more useful that way. But at some point, Wylan got older and began sleeping longer. So Jesper switched out the bells and got used to listening harder instead.

(How his father would have loved to see that, he thinks).

The ringing ceases when he places his hand over the fifth bell on the first floor. The silence echoes back at him, startling now that he has nothing to listen for. The smallest of sounds sharpen; the clock at the end ticks the seconds away in time with his heart. He stands there, his blood buzzing, his ears straining, and then he hears it. The main window overlooking the courtyards; something metal scraping against the stone and two, three muffled voices. They’re loud, cocky. They don’t know he’s there. They think they’re untouchable.

(The glass was their project; his and Wylan’s. Dark and obscured from the outside, clear on the inside).

He wedges himself against the corner and watches out the window. In the light of the garden lamps, he sees the grappling hook dug into the windowsill. When he cranes his neck, he sees the thick rope attached to it, pulled taunt as its owners start their climb. It’s catching on the roes they planted along the window box.

A surge of anger runs through him, smoking like a freshly fired bullet. He won’t be self-pitying or pretend they’ve lived in peace and never harmed anyone. His ledger runs longer and is stained with more red than he wants to admit. And, much as he loves him, so is Wylan’s. There may well be justice to be dealt for them. But these kids are not agents of justice. They're like he was; Barrel rats with big scores to settle, searching for the nearest thrill as if it will fix them.

He can relate. He empathises with them. Unfortunately for them though, they came to his house looking for their thrills. His empathy only goes so far.

He fires two shots. The screams shoot up like fireworks, erupting above his head. The hook shifts, and on the second shot, the wire snaps. They scream again, louder this time, fuelled by shock and the feeling of nothingness beneath their hands. Their groans are weak when they hit the ground, and Jesper isn’t sure whether to roll his eyes, offer help, or just since. Good thing they aimed for the first floor and nothing higher; otherwise he’d have to consider calling for a medik.

“That was a warning shot,” he calls from the window. “Get off my property or the next one won’t be.”

He holds his nerve, lingering in the shadows of his house. His finger wants to tighten on the trigger, but he forces himself to be still. Patience may have been the Barrel’s toughest lesson, but it’s a worthy one. It pays off when he sees a gang of four kids legging it to the west gate and scaling the wall. He’s glad to see the back of them, although he’s also a little insulted. The west entrance is by far the easiest one to break into, and the easiest to get caught at. It feels like they didn’t even try.

At least, back in his day, they put effort into breaking and entering.

He huffs, the muzzle of his gun pointed at the open window. The kids scramble up the wall. It’s likely their only grappling hook is still wedged in his window box. Impatience strikes like a match inside his chest because it’s late and he wants to be in bed and they’re taking too fucking long. He toys with his revolver as he watches them begin to disappear and pictures himself sending another warning shot their way.

He may have done it too, were it not for the hand wrapping around his bicep.

“Jes?” His voice floats softly through the dark, a stray lantern floating through the night sky in his mind. “Jesper, is everything all right?”

And that’s when it shatters. The focus, the anger, it all breaks like brittle glass. He lets his shoulders sag, lets himself exhale, and lets his touch be gentle as his hand covers his.

He turns and puts his gun down.

“You should be in bed, love.”

“So should you.” Wylan’s eyes are steely as they move to the window, worry creasing his wrinkled face. “Did something happen?”

He cups his face too quickly and turns him away from the glass.

“No, nothing’s happened.” He slides his gun into his waistband and hides it with his jacket. Then, he offers Wylan his arm. “Come, darling, let’s get to bed.”

Wylan frowns and sends another, sceptical glance at the window. He isn’t convinced, and there’s an argument held in his blue eyes. But it’s late. His shoulders dip, and he takes his arm.

The trip up the stairs is slow. Once upon a time, they traipsed up and down them with ease, giggles flooding the hall. Sometimes hand in hand, sometimes pulling at each other’s clothes. The stairs seemed to move for them beneath their feet, and neither of them gave it another thought. Jesper still can’t remember when precisely that stopped. It was more of a slow process, laboured breathing one day, a twinge in his knee the next. Until Jesper found himself one day at the top of the stairs, waiting for Wylan to catch up with him.

Wylan refuses to have a railing installed. Or to move their bedroom to the first floor. He faces the stairs the same way he faces the Ice Court; unflinching, unafraid, unwilling to back down. It made Jesper fall in love a little more.

The bedroom door is still open Wylan didn’t bother closing it before he followed him. Jesper clicks it shut behind them before helping him out of his dressing gown. He makes sure to dust it off before he hangs it up; the dust clings to velvet so easily. Then he rushes over to Wylan’s side as he eases down on the bed, a sharp exhale escaping him as he does so.

Wylan had scoffed at Jesper’s fussing once. Rolled his eyes and told him “I know I’m not young any more, but I’m not that old yet.”

Jesper doesn’t know if Wylan is “that old” yet. What he does know is that he took a nasty fall a few months ago and that the arm has only just come out of the sling. He knows that a new kind of worry has taken over since then; one that steals his sleep and works its way into his dreams.

“Did you get them?” he asks as he toes off his slippers. Jesper freezes. He blinks and notices that he’s wandered over to the window. His hand is on the lock, solid and secure beneath his fingers. His heart slows, just a little.

He pulls away and sits on the bed beside him.

“There was no one to get, dearest,” he says gently. He reaches up and runs a hand through Wylan’s hair. It’s thin and combed back now, the beautiful ruddy gold now faded to grey. Not by a Tailor, but by time.

Wylan frowns, his eyes clouded by sleep.

“I could’ve helped,” is all he says. Jesper forces himself to breathe, to keep his hands steady as he pulls the covers around him.

Truth is, Wylan could have helped. The years might have made him move a little slower, and made his bones more breakable, but he’s still Wylan Van Eck. The boy who broke into the Ice Court, who outsmarted the Merchant Council. He tinkers in his workshop more than Jesper is comfortable with, telling him about his newest inventions as they drink tea in the sunroom. One of his creations could have sent those skivs scurrying back to the Barrel with their clothes singed.

But it isn’t about whether Wylan could have helped. It’s about how he knows, and they know, that Wylan might not have long left. And damn it, he deserves to spend these last years in comfort. After so much of his childhood was taken from him, his last years should be peaceful, safe, happy. Peace isn’t something a person earns, but if it was, Wylan is owed decades of it.

“I know, love.” He presses a kiss to Wylan’s temple and hears forgiveness in the way Wylan hums.

He settles himself in bed beside him and as he does, a calloused hand wraps around his. He hadn’t realised how cold he was until then. Carefully, he lowers himself against the pillows. They rest their joint hands between them, and then Wylan smiles. Almost everything about him has changed, but that smile has remained the same. Like hot cider on the coldest autumn day, the first sunny evening of spring. His Wylan. His maddening, perfect merchling.

Jesper runs his finger down Wylan’s cheek and whispers “I love you” into the air.

He waits for Wylan’s breathing to even out before he lets the tears come. Wylan’s grip loosens as he sleeps, but Jesper’s remains tight.

He won’t sleep tonight. Instead, he’ll wait with a twitching trigger finger, listening for a signal that their home has once again been breached. Tomorrow, he’ll make a show of waking up beside Wylan. Perhaps they’ll go for a walk along the canal and Jesper will press his face to his shoulder. He’ll breathe in the scent of paint and ink and gunpowder. And tomorrow night, he’ll lie awake once more, thinking about that moment by the canal, and have his gun waiting beneath the mattress.

This peace is theirs. They fought for it on the streets of Ketterdam, in the Slat, at the Ice Court. They fought against Pekka Rollins and Jan Van Eck and they fought for it every day after. It’s hard-won and built from ashes and rubble and if he must fight the world to protect it, he will. Guns blazing, knives drawn, his fists bloody.

What’s one measly world, compared to the universe of a man he married?

#wesper #wesper fanfic #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #shadow and bone #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #six of crows fic

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ghostlylandshepherdcookie · 11 months

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The room Danny had been in was vastly wide for a training room; the decor of the room reminded him of a movie he remembered seeing. He tried to remember the title of it. But his mind was too disoriented to truly focus on anything except for a 6ft tall human sized battle machine equipped with a set of ectoplasm blasters, flight boosters, and an intangibility system to mimic various common ghost abilities.

Danny stood vertically in front of the machine revealing his now impressive muscular physicality, it was impressive because of the fact that he was at an astonishing 179 lbs of pure muscle putting him in a light heavyweight division of weight class. He had grown taller as well being at 6 '0 tall rather than 5' 5 inches tall when he was younger.

Danny had begun to place his body into a combative posture which looked to be a wing chun stance, the machine on the other hand had begun its combat initiative lighting the blasters eyeing its target with bright red dead eyes.

Danny smiled with a Cheshire grin; this was going to be very easy. The robot has blasted at Danny with violent speed, but Danny had quickly, if not rather impressively dodged them with pure ease. He was starting to get closer to his opponent; he moved so fast it seemed to the machine he’d teleported, a hard flurry of punches had begun to rupture and dent the machine's chest area. The Robot turned invisible to dodge another blow Danny still smirking had started to just stand completely still, and silent.

He had let his ears be his guide to where the robot would be at strike from. Pure silence engulfs the room as if it was just waiting for the chance to emerge and as Danny stands in silence he remembers being told to him by Agent Alpha one day: “To be what monsters fear you must understand how to be one of them, every advantage they believe they possess. Take it from them and turn it into their weakness, to ensure our survival we must truly blend among our enemies to be the destruction of all that threatens us. Fear doesn’t make you weak, it will only make you stronger.”

After that memory flashes through his mind rather pleasantly Danny hears a quiet rising hum of a ecto blaster, he smiles wide as a child on Christmas morning dashing towards the robot hitting it with a stiff uppercut. Then in a blinding few seconds he grabs its left arm where one of the blasters where attached ripping the arm off with great ease.

He raises the arm like a baseball bat and begins to swing at the robots legs rapidly and in a unhinged manner breaking its knees making it kneel before Danny. This makes Danny chuckle a little in a mad tone, he then raises the arm he ripped off and readies the blaster shooting it at it’s rib section where the intangibility generator was inserted, with it now looking shriveled and greatly damaged.

Danny proceeds to beat the machine with a flurry of punches and elbow strikes in a fashion that would match the intensity of a pack of wolves tearing its prey apart, then he impales his right arm though the machine’s chest, and his left inside his rib cage lifting it with immense ease.

Danny raises it over his head, oil leaking into his face with it running down to the floor, Danny now has an unhinged look of glee and pure hunger.

Then sounds of metal, and wires tearing grow louder as Danny begins to rip the machine apart he now holds to halves of his opponent he drops both rather comically with a harsh thud resulting from both halves of the robot hitting the ground.

Oil now covers Danny’s upper body, he then sits in a tall kneeling position, his blue eyes shining brighter than a bright summer sky. A voice is heard over a couple of loudspeakers. It was agent alpha sounding proud and a little nervous saying “Well Done…Slayer.”

#my writing #fic idea #my fic #danny phantom #ghost hunter!danny #guys in white #halfa jazz #au idea #one shot fic

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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The League of Villains Heroes Prologue 5: Mr. Compress

Author's Note: This is a long, multi-chapter story about what happens after the end of the story, how the remaining members of the League of Villains adapt to their new lives full of therapy and new jobs and new relationships. But, when they get dragged into a fight against an ancient evil trying to take over the planet, this group of former villains might have to become a group of reluctant heroes.

Basically, this is me giving the League the ending they deserve, but they're still facing challenges. Shigaraki is alone for the first time in his life, even as he goes through extensive therapy. Dabi is trying to repair his relationship to his family while searching for a new purpose in life, Toga is exploring a new love, Spinner is thriving as a popular streamer, and Mr. Compress is starting a family of his own. But all of it gets interrupted by a new threat.

No smut. Some strong language and violence later on.

Prologue 1: Shigaraki Prologue 2: Dabi Prologue 3: Toga Prologue 4: Spinner Prologue 5: Mr. Compress

When Sako Atsuhiro, formerly known as Mr. Compress, had woken up in the hospital, the first thing he felt was pain. It was unlike anything he’d felt before, as if pain was seeping into his body through every pore. He vaguely thought he’d been put through a wood chipper.

The second thing he felt was confusion. From the scenery around him, it was clear he was in a hospital room, with the stark white walls and machines beside his bed connected to him by various tubes and wires. But what was he doing here? He’d been riding on Machia’s back, heading toward Shigaraki, and then…

A gasp sounded in the room, and with great effort he rolled his head to the side to look for the source. A pretty nurse in bright blue scrubs stood just inside the door. She pulled a phone from her pocket and quickly pressed a few buttons, holding it to her ear as she walked over to his bed. “Patient 13 is awake,” she said into the phone, then returned it to her pocket. She leaned over him, and even through the haze of pain, he couldn’t help noticing how well she filled out those scrubs.

“Hello there,” she said in a bright voice. “Can you speak? Can you tell me your name?”

He looked at her for a moment, trying to remember how to talk. He slowly opened his mouth and said, “Mr…. Compress.”

She smiled at him. “What about your real name?”

What was his real name again? No one had called him by it for a long time now. But he was pretty sure it was, “Sako. Sako… Atsuhiro.”

“That’s right! Good! Do you know where you are, Sako-san?”

He glanced around the room again, and was hit with another wave of unrelenting pain, the kind that overrode all other thoughts. He groaned and said, “Everything hurts.”

The nurse reached across him and pushed a button attached to one of his tubes. “There you go. That should help with the pain. Now do you know where you are?”

Atsuhiro blinked up at the ceiling as he felt the pain begin to retreat. Not go away, but lessen slightly. “I’m in a hospital,” he finally said.

“Yes, that’s right,” the nurse replied. “You were hurt very badly. You were unconscious for six days.”

He groaned again and made a feeble attempt to sit up. He instantly regretted it, as his head swam with dizziness and nausea assaulted his stomach. The nurse eased him back down. “Try not to move. You don’t want to reopen your wounds. Do you remember how you were injured?”

“I fought some heroes… I think.” His eyes shifted back to all the machines and tubes. “Looks like I lost.”

Around that time the door opened and two doctors walked in. One was introduced as a surgeon. They talked, far too quickly for Atsuhiro’s foggy brain to keep up with, about operations they’d already done and procedures they still needed to do, then something about skin grafts and plastic surgery and a whole lot of other things he didn’t understand in his current state.

He interrupted them by asking, “Where are my marbles?”

The doctors looked at each other as if wondering how to answer. Looking back, he realized they were probably afraid he had weapons stored in them. Though how they expected him to stage an attack and escape when he could barely turn his head to one side was beyond him.

The nurse, however, immediately went to a cabinet and pulled out a small plastic bag. Inside it were his marbles, and she helpfully opened the bag before reaching it to him. With weak, trembling fingers, he pulled out a few and decompressed them. Out popped several bloody chunks of meat. His meat, specifically. They flopped out in his bed, and the doctors quickly pulled on gloves and began examining them.

“These are the parts you gouged out?” one of them asked.

Atsuhiro nodded.

The nurse was pulling on her own gloves as she said, “They were perfectly preserved!”

The surgeon agreed with a curt nod. “We might be able to use them for the skin grafts. Gather them up.”

Atsuhiro was watching them slide the chunks of his body into plastic bags when he passed out.

*****

The next few weeks were a blur of operations, more pain, and plenty of humiliation. He was poked and prodded, had his catheter checked by several different nurses, tossed and rolled while even more nurses bathed him and changed his sheets. He wondered if they had to be so rough. He ended up clicking the button for his morphine drip like he was Shigaraki playing one of his video games.

The nurses and other staff looked at him coldly at best and with outright hostility at worst. They did their jobs to keep him alive but they clearly had no interest in interacting with him beyond what was necessary. He didn’t really blame them. He was a villain after all. Even if he hadn’t personally committed any truly heinous acts, like killing innocent civilians, he had certainly assisted other villains in (among other things) killing heroes. So he accepted their scorn.

The only bright spot in this whole nightmare was the nurse he’d met when he first awakened. He learned her name was Ami, and she was the only person who smiled when she saw him, who spoke to him with a sweet, kind voice, who treated him like… well, not a dangerous villain.

Ami was short and plump, with curves that were very hard to ignore. She wore her long hair tied back, and her finger nails were always painted a different color each time he saw her. She had a cute face that was even cuter when she laughed. There was a softness to her that made Atsuhiro wonder what it would feel like to wrap his arms around her.

One day he heard children’s laughter coming from the hallway, and he turned his head toward the open door. Two kids, a girl who looked around seven and a boy a bit younger, ran up to Ami, chatting happily. He distinctly heard the word “mom”.

Ah, so she’s a mother. She’s probably married then.

Later, when Ami came into his room, he said, “Cute children.” He was still too weak for lengthy conversations, so he’d been forced to abandon his normal way of talking to be more direct.

Ami laughed. “You think so? They’re rowdy brats most of the time, but they’re my rowdy brats so I have to love them.”

Atsuhiro gave her a little smile. “I have some experience,” he said in a strained voice, “looking after rowdy brats.”

She laughed again and gently patted his arm.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, “When can I have my prosthetic back?”

Her eyes fell upon the empty space where his left arm used to be. “I’ll talk to the doctor again. It’s a security issue, so I’m not sure if I can convince them.”

He sighed. “They still think I’m dangerous? I couldn’t hurt a fly in my condition.” He was weak, in a lot of pain, full of drugs, and was rendered quirkless by a metal band on one ankle that neutralized quirks. They’d put it on him as soon as he started spending more time awake than unconscious.

*****

Several days later, Ami was in Atsuhiro’s room, checking the machines and making light conversation, when a large man in a dark jacket appeared in the room, closing the door and locking it behind him.

Ami turned to face him, and the look of terror on her face told Atsuhiro she knew this man. “Seijirou?!” she asked in a shocked voice. Then she seemed to steady herself as she said, “You can’t be here. This is a hospital. I’m working.”

The hulking man she called Seijirou stepped closer. “I can be wherever I want,” he said, “and I don’t give a fuck if you’re working. You’re coming home with me.”

Ami was edging around the room step by step, her back now against the wall facing Atsuhiro. Was she trying to find a way past the man, to get out the door? Or was she trying to put some distance between herself and Atsuhiro, not wanting to involve her patient in whatever might happen?

When she spoke again, she still used an even, calm voice. “Seijirou, we’re divorced, remember? You’re violating the restraining order. If you leave right now, I won’t report this. We can pretend you were never here.”

Seijirou rushed toward her so fast she barely had time to shrink back against the wall before his open palm struck her face. She looked back at him, now cradling her bright red cheek, her bottom lip torn and bloody.

Atsuhiro’s eyes widened in shock. He didn’t think he’d ever hated someone so immediately as he did this man. He tried to push himself up from the bed, but pain and nausea shoved him back down.

Ami glanced at him, and the expression on her face made Atsuhiro’s chest ache. She looked at him as if she was worried about him, as if she was embarrassed that he had to witness this display, and most heartbreaking of all, as if she was used to this. The idea that anyone could be used to being treated this way was appalling.

Her focus returned to Seijirou, and though she was obviously still trying to speak in a calm, deescalating manner, her voice had a tremble to it. “Please, Seijirou,” she said, “You’re going to get in trouble if you stay. Please just go, before anything bad happens.”

“Are you threatening me?” Seijirou demanded, grabbing her by the arm. “You have another man already, whore?”

She didn’t try to pull free, as if she knew it would be no use. Atsuhiro wondered with horror how many times she’d been grabbed like this before. He felt disgusted at himself for being too weak to help her. If he didn’t have that band on his ankle, maybe he could have just compressed the guy and sealed him away.

Seijirou leaned in close to her face. “You belong to me, Ami. Forever.”

With that, Seijirou dragged Ami to the empty bed on the other side of the room, beyond a half-pulled curtain, and threw her onto it. She lost her composure then, screaming for him to stop and thrashing about. From his bed, Atsuhiro could only see her legs kicking wildly and Seijirou’s on top of them.

“Hey, stop!” Atsuhiro tried to yell, but his voice was so weak he doubted either of them heard him over Ami’s cries. He heard another slap, then the sound of fabric ripping, then Ami’s screams turning to sobs.

In that moment, Atsuhiro knew he had to do something. He might have been a villain. He might have killed people. But he was still a human being, and no one could call themselves human if they let something like this happen without doing everything in their power to stop it.

He used his right arm to grip the railing on the side of his bed, then pulled himself up to a sitting position, trying hard to ignore the pain. He gave his morphine drip a few extra clicks, and pushed the nurse call button. Unfortunately, the only nurse who responded to his calls quickly was already in the room. The others, likely because of their distaste for him, often took at least ten to fifteen minutes to appear.

With enormous effort, he slid his legs around to let them drop off the side of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold tile floor. A pair of physical therapists had been to his room a couple of times to help him stand up for a few minutes, but he’d been so weak both times that they practically held him up like a puppet.

He was quirkless at the moment, in excruciating pain, dizzy and loopy from the morphine, and his body didn’t seem capable of doing what his foggy brain commanded it to. Still, Ami’s sobs drove him to keep moving, keep trying.

He heard another hit, this one sounding like a punch more than a slap, and Ami’s struggling legs went still. She was still crying, but was quieter now.

Atsuhiro grabbed hold of the metal pole holding all the liquid medicines dripping into his veins, using it to steady himself as he stood up. The room lurched, he was certain he was falling to the floor, but somehow he held onto the pole and kept himself upright. Then he took his first painful steps toward the other bed.

When he reached it, he pulled the curtain back. He found Ami on her back, most of her hair free from the ponytail, her face bloody and already bruising, tears pouring from her eyes, her shirt ripped open with that monster’s hands shoved under her bra and his face buried in her neck. Her eyes found Atsuhiro, and she looked horrified. She shook her head back and forth, as if to say, “Don’t get involved! You’ll be hurt!”

He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, then he lifted the metal pole and swung it down on Seijurou’s head with every ounce of strength he had.

Seijirou jolted, climbing off the bed and looking at Atsuhiro with confusion as one hand moved to the back of his head. He pulled the hand away to see that it was covered in blood. He took one step toward Atsuhiro, murder in his eyes, then he stumbled and fell over sideways, crashing to the floor. Atsuhiro hoped he was dead.

Ami was sitting up on the bed, pulling her ripped shirt together. “Sako-san, your wounds!”

Atsuhiro looked down, saw several splotches of dark red forming on his hospital gown, and promptly passed out.

*****

Hours later, Atsuhiro woke up to find Ami sitting in a chair beside his bed. She was wearing a different shirt and her hair was completely loose, spilling over her shoulders. He hadn’t realized how pretty her hair was. Her face was a mess, a black eye, bloody lips, swollen cheek. But when she noticed his eyes were open, she smiled at him. She stood up quickly and stepped closer to his bed, her hands gripping the railing on the side. Two of her blue fingernails were broken.

“Sako-san! I’m so sorry!” She blurted the words out tearfully, lightly bowing her head.

Atsuhiro was confused again. What did she have to apologize for? “Sorry for what?” he asked her weakly.

She was crying again, her voice shaking. “For dragging you into that mess! Your wounds reopened! They had to do emergency surgery. All because of me…”

“Please don’t say that,” he replied, trying to put some strength into his words. “You did nothing wrong. That man… he’s the one to blame.”

She took hold of his hand, still crying, and said, “Thank you, Sako-san, for saving me!”

He blushed slightly, not accustomed to accepting heartfelt gratitude. He missed his mask, because he’d depended on it for years to hide his expressions. No one knew it, but without the mask and the hat and the costume, he was a bit shy. “No thanks needed,” he said, a little of his theatrical tone sneaking back into his voice. “I did what anyone would do.”

There was an awkward silence, then Ami noticed she was still holding his hand. She quickly released it and dropped her hands to her sides.

“What happened to him?” Atsuhiro asked, wanting to change the subject. Even though he remembered her ex husband’s name, he didn’t feel right speaking it to her.

“Oh, don’t worry! He didn’t die.”

Atsuhiro was a little confused. Why would he worry about that absolute garbage human? But then he realized that normal, non-villain people probably would worry about potentially killing someone.

Ami went on. “He was just unconscious for a while. They checked him down in the ER to be safe, then the police arrested him. They said he’ll definitely go to prison this time, no matter how rich his parents are.”

Ah, that explained a lot. So Seijirou’s family had been keeping him out of trouble, which was probably why he felt like he could get away with anything. Atsuhiro hated that sort of thing. Maybe he’d gotten it from his ancestor, but rich and powerful folks taking advantage of those weaker than them made Atsuhiro feel a sort of anger he rarely experienced. And here he was thinking he couldn’t hate the man any more than he already did.

He didn’t ask Ami why she’d married such a brute. He didn’t want her to feel like he was judging her or, worse, blaming her. But she told him anyway. She told him how she’d married straight out of high school, to the first and only man who had called her beautiful, how she could now see that Seijirou had preyed on her insecurities. She talked briefly of the abuse that began shortly after the birth of their first child, how the second child had been an accident, how she’d stayed with Seijirou for the sake of the children. Then she told him how Seijirou had hit their young daughter, and how she immediately took the children and left. “I could put up with him hitting me,” she said, “but I would rather die than let anyone hurt my kids.” There was a messy divorce, threats and actual attacks by Seijirou leading to the restraining order, and now this.

When she finished her story, she looked down as if embarrassed. “I’m sorry to dump all this on you. I just felt like I should explain.”

Atsuhiro looked at her, at this sweet angel of a woman, and couldn’t fathom how anyone could intentionally hurt her. “I’m sorry all that happened to you,” he said. “You didn’t deserve any of it.”

She smiled, and he was struck by how lovely and bright her smile was even when she was covered in bruises.

*****

Weeks later, Atsuhiro was finally deemed healthy enough to stand trial for his crimes. In her infinite kindness, Ami had kept him updated on what had happened to his comrades. All of them had been given prison time, of course, but with surprisingly short sentences. From what Ami had heard about the very public trials, they had all relied quite heavily on the defense that they had been manipulated by All for One. Atsuhiro believed that defense, especially in Shigaraki’s case, but it had mostly worked because his comrades were young, or at least had encountered All for One at a young age. Atsuhiro, being in his thirties, couldn’t use that same defense.

At the trial, he’d been shocked to see Ami walk in. She testified as a character witness, telling the story of how he’d saved her from a violent attack, even though he’d further injured himself in the process. She’d been quite passionate when describing his heroism, and pleaded with the judge to give Atsuhiro a chance to show that he could do good things.

Apparently her pleas worked. Atsuhiro was given a one year sentence, to be followed by five years of probation and mandatory check ins with a hero. It was far shorter than he’d expected, and he’d smiled and thanked Ami before they took him away. He was certain it was the last time he would see her.

Prison wasn’t as terrible as he feared. He wasn’t placed with the worst of the worst, probably because there had been a severe lack of evidence that he’d been especially violent with anyone. His comrades hadn’t told the authorities about anything he’d done. In fact, all of them had described him as a “support member” who mostly helped manage supplies or secured a place for them to stay while they were on the run. He’d never done either of those things, so he knew they were trying to help him in their own ways.

They had all remained silent about the racist cult they’d taken out. Atsuhiro had killed three of those cultists himself, but he had zero regrets about that. While rummaging through the cult’s hideout, they’d found pictures of heteromorphs tied to chairs, various wounds covering their bodies as if they’d been tortured. Some of them looked younger than Toga. The League had burned the pictures in disgust, and left the hideout sooner than planned, all of them feeling uncomfortable even being under that roof.

There were villains, and then there were monsters. Atsuhiro believed that very strongly.

One day he had a surprise visitor to the prison. The pro hero, Best Jeanist had come to talk to him. Atsuhiro couldn’t imagine what the hero could possibly have to say to him, but agreed to speak with him regardless.

“I want to apologize for the wounds you suffered while escaping my fibers,” the hero said. “I’ve never seen anyone turn themselves into distressed denim to that degree.”

Atsuhiro was a bit taken aback, but he put on his best performer’s smile and said, “That’s quite alright. I chose to wound myself to escape.”

Best Jeanist gave him an agreeable nod, then said, “I’ve also come with an offer. How do you feel about me being your designated hero to check in with during your probation?”

Again, Atsuhiro was surprised. He hadn’t given much thought to who he would be checking in with. He assumed he’d get stuck with some low level hero with too much time on their hands. But Best Jeanist? One of the highest ranked heroes? It would certainly be interesting. There was a theatricality to the hero that Atsuhiro appreciated. So he agreed.

He was released from prison three months early due to impeccable behavior. He found a small apartment to rent, got a job with a storage company where he specialized in storing large objects, and began the process of restarting his life.

A month into this new life, he ran into Ami at a convenience store. She was buying snacks for her kids, who were excitedly throwing treats into her basket as she tried to calm them down.

“Sako-san?” she asked when she noticed him.

He walked over and greeted her, suddenly feeling nervous. She looked really nice in her T-shirt and denim shorts, her hair down. Her fingernails were pink today.

She didn’t ask how long he’d been out of prison. She was too polite to ask such a thing in public. Instead she asked the more vague, “How have you been?”

They talked for a little while. She introduced him to her children as “a friend”. Then she glanced at the various cups of ramen and other ready-made meals in his basket and said, “Would you like to come over for dinner?”

Atsuhiro grinned at her and said, “I’d love to.”

*****

Over the next few weeks, Atsuhiro began dating Ami. He got to know her daughter Mika, eight years old, and her son Ren, six years old. He won them over quickly with simple magic tricks and stories of meeting famous heroes. He didn’t mention that he’d been on the villain side when he met those heroes, but he figured he and Ami could discuss that with them later, if the topic came up.

Once Atsuhiro even took them to meet Best Jeanist, who was amazingly adept at dealing with kids. He’d used thick fibers to make a hammock, then gently swung them as they laughed and cheered.

Six months into the relationship, Ami had asked Atsuhiro if he wanted to move in with her and the children. He happily accepted.

For the first time, Atsuhiro’s life felt stable. He had a family he adored, children who looked up to him even though he wasn’t their father, a woman who was always happy to see him, who encouraged him, who was finally beginning to believe him when he told her she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

And now, three whole years after Shigaraki and the others had been caught, after their war on hero society was officially over, Atsuhiro found himself in a new conflict.

How best to propose to Ami.

He’d already bought a ring. He’d even shown it to Best Jeanist at their last check in. The hero, who had become something resembling a friend over the past two years, seemed happy for him, urging him to go ahead with the proposal. He’d told Spinner, whom he met with occasionally for drinks, about his plans. The other former members of the League knew he was living with his girlfriend, but little else about the situation.

He was certain of his feelings. He wanted to be with Ami forever, and recently the kids had started calling him “Atsu-papa,” which made his heart nearly burst. The only reason for his hesitation was that he wasn’t sure how Ami felt about getting married again. Her last marriage had been a disaster, so he couldn’t blame her for being wary. How best to assure her that things would be different this time? He would rather gouge out chunks of his own body again than ever hit her.

And so, as he sat at his favorite bar killing time while Ami worked a late shift and the kids were spending the weekend at Ami’s parents’ house, he decided to seek courage from his former comrades. He would invite them all for a League reunion this evening, and tell them about his plans. He wasn’t sure they would care, but even their dismissive attitudes or jokes at his expense could cheer him on, in their own strange ways.

He pulled out his phone, typed up an invitation, and sent it to the four people he still cherished, even if he hadn’t seen some of them in months.

He had plenty of time until the scheduled meetup, so he stepped outside for some fresh air. It was cold enough for him to see his breath, and he tightened his coat around himself as a few snow flurries drifted by. He was wearing gloves that Mika and Ren had given him for Christmas. Just looking at them made him feel warmer.

As he stood there scrolling through his phone, a bright light suddenly burst from the alley beside the bar. It was bright enough to be clearly visible even in the daytime, so he stepped over to check it out. A few other people on the street were gathering there as well, and someone screamed in terror.

Just as he looked down the alley, he caught a glimpse of something his mind just could not comprehend. There was what appeared to be a round, glowing purple door floating in midair, like a portal. And leaving through that portal was some sort of creature. Not human. Not animal. Atsuhiro couldn’t even begin to describe it, for he only got a brief glimpse of it before it disappeared, and the purple portal vanished into thin air.

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