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kybercrystals94 · 3 months

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Flame Snuffed Out

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 10 | Prompt 10: Killing in Self-Defense

Rated: T | Words: 475 | Summary: An analytical mind does not negate the overwhelming emotions of killing a sentient for the first time… [Character Focus: Tech, Hunter]

CW: Descriptions of death / killing in self-defense

His eyes never shut. Not once. He didn’t even blink. But a flame Tech hadn’t even realized was flickering there snuffed out, and a cold, dead – quite dead – darkness took its place. And he fell. Not like a droid falls. He fell like an injured brother falls – like a living, breathing creature falls. It hurt, the sound of dead – quite dead – weight hitting rubble.

Alive.

Dead.

Quite dead.

He was quite dead.

“Tech?”

Tech looks up from the Marauder’s control panel. They are in hyperspace, have been in hyperspace for some time, but Tech is surprised his hands are still around the yoke. He releases it, drops his hands into his lap. “Yes, Hunter?” he asks.

“You seem…off. What is it?”

“You are mistaken. I’m fine.”

Hunter stands there, watching him, trying to detect the lie. His eyes flicker with that flame. Flame snuffed out. Darkness. Dead.

Tech looks away. “I’m just tired, I suppose, if you must know.”

“Tired,” Hunter echoes. Doubt saturates the word.

“As hard as it is to believe,” Tech snaps, “I am capable of feeling tired after a difficult mission.”

Tech stands, tries to brush past, but Hunter shifts, blocking him. “I don’t think being tired is the problem. I think you killing that sentient is.”

“We’ve all killed, Hunter. We’re soldiers. It is war,” Tech practically seethes. He takes a step back, but he doesn’t want to look at that flame. He won’t meet Hunter’s eye.

“You haven’t.”

Tech bristles. “I have.” He hadn’t. Until today. Flame snuffed out. Dead. Quite dead. He was quite dead. Unblinking, darkness staring at the smoke filled sky.

Wrecker had to grab Tech’s shoulder, give him a shove to get him moving again. Wrecker must have told Hunter that. He shouldn’t have hesitated. He should have been unfazed, unaffected. He was a soldier. Death should not influence him. Not him. Not with his analytical mind turning and processing with inhuman speeds. But it had.

But this wasn’t just death. Not just passing a corpse on a battlefield.

Flame snuffed out.

The sentient had been poised to fire at Tech. But Tech beat him to the draw. Pulled the trigger first. Deadly aim. Instantly dead. Alive. Dead. Quite dead. Only a sixtieth of a minute and a blaster bolt in between.

“I want to help you,” Hunter says, reserved gentleness.

Tech glances up. Wishes he hadn’t. Looks away. “I am quite capable of helping myself.”

He shoves against Hunter, bodily moves him aside so he can go by. He is through the cockpit door when Hunter’s voice follows him. “Don’t dwell on it too much. It was you or him.”

Tech doesn’t give the impression he hears or will listen.

But he does try.

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heybabybird · 2 months

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i absolutely can not post this anywhere else because my brother follows me on twt and ig but the ao3 writer curse finally descended on me but i just needed to tell somebody before i start going crazy lmao

if you are reading this there's 5 points you should be aware off:

the men in this family and extended family doesn't do shit

mother is single handedly raising 2.5 household

i can't move out i have been assigned the pseudo-caretaker role

i'm sick, i haven't been getting help, i don't have time

i'm fine

honestly i don't even know where to start except my home life is a MESS but anyway my uncle's(who i never really know but is my mom's few remaining relatives) on his death bed and even though it's lunar new year the whole week have just been funeral planning. it's depressing. also we just pre-bought an urn i didn't know they're /that/ expensive what the heck

i alsooo maybe perhaps have the only daughter in an asian household forced to be the pseudo-caretaker curse! yay! anyway i am guilted to not being able to move out or go very far because i'm always needed on 'stand by' in case anything happens. i work a business(two actually; family's food business, my own business and some times odd jobs here and there. i'm tired) and my salary?

"oh don't spend it, the family's in a Situation, you better have money on hand just in case(we need to pay for anything)! :("

my uncle have no one(mom and her siblings are adopted, majority passed away during covid) so we are the ones paying his hospital and funeral bills. mom is frantic and visiting him daily while waking up at 4-5am to start the business(we have NO employees, just me and mom. she doesn't want to hire anyone)

my mom's tired. i'm tired. for very different reason.

also last year? found out i have a rare blood disease! :) i'm sick too, very! but i can not afford the time to get checked up! i've been missing my appointments since year June :( i also haven't taken my antidepressants since April :(

that aside, i 100% understand why my mom is Like That, but it's very mentally exhausting for me, a grown adult teenager, to be obligated to throw away my entire life just because I have to take care of family that i barely know. i barely have any hobbies or life goals anymore! i wanted to move out so bad! but my mom would overwork herself if i'm away.

my thoughts are all over the place i'm aware i sound like an asshole but please please keep in mind while my heart aches with loosing family i'm also going crazy and i barely know this uncle(he just... pops up suddenly, but i UNDERSTAND, he's important to my mom)

also my dad's verbally abusive and controlling and downright exploding with anger issues @ mom sigh he throws tantrums a lot

i'm doing my best but i'm so tired. i missed hanging out with my mom. i haven't since i was 15. since dad stopped working and she throw away her life to raise us. now i'm earning and i can't even spend it on her and it makes me so depressed. she barely have any personal belongings because she doesn't spend on herself! and it's lunar new year(still is). but we haven't celebrated in so so long. every year i do the cooking and it's the one time of the year everyone's home and i put my entire heart into making a meal but... you know, it doesn't matter i am going to lie down for a bit thank you for reading if you got this far sdfsgdfg

#personal #things goes on i am tired #death mentioned #i kinda string words together because i just finished crying anyway gotta.. get up and start the day now #more on this when i can Words

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hazyerrors · 11 months

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What do you think Fresh’s childhood (if he had one) was like?

It depends! If ya go based off AlainaPrana Fresh origin comic on DA. I'd assume probably really bad, but I'm not sure how canon that still is because it was never finished, but she did mention the original story concept was by CQ.

So going off what was made! and my own ideas of where it could've gone!

in scenario A, I think his childhood was in a lab mostly, I'd assumed that the human have expectations, Fresh was their experiment in some way, so it wouldn't be that far fetched that they might run harmful tests on him, regardless of them being alive and feeling pain, and perhaps having some acknowledge of existence? the human would probably want more acknowledge about him regardless if they knew Fresh was a parasite at that point.

And Fresh first instinct from feeling pain would probably be fear of death, so In my opinion Fresh you know, would react to those badly and perhaps attack the human in self-defense. So say than the human dies or Fresh takes them as their first host,

Okay but now what? Fresh is new to the world and 'killed' the only other alive thing he knew? They're a strange unique creature, everyone who come across him would be scared, and Fresh would probably immediately get attacked out of fear of the unknown.

And Fresh doesn't have any one to teach them anything, so as CQ mentioned in this post.

Fresh is very naive, probably easily used. which is in my opinion is also implied here-

So It'll make sense that they would start to emulate others behavior to protect himself partly because he learned the hard way to never trust anyone.

But you could go back to the comic with another idea- scenario B, The human did seem really excited about Fresh gaining consciousness, So maybe they acted as a parent figure, and it actually was nice for awhile.

Like maybe they taught him anything they thought would be important for a parasite, (which goes along with him not knowing about sex/love, the human may had thought- why would parasites need to know bout that when they reproduce asexually) but maybe still by instinct from some incident the human died/was used as a host, which brings us back to scenario A ideas.

And you then scenario C, maybe it was a mix of of both the other scenarios.

All three scenarios could also work with why Fresh thinks their better than everyone else, scenario A Fresh only saw the worst in others, and scenario B The human might've acted like they themselves were smarter than others being a scientist and all.

Short answer! I think it was spent in a lab with a human that run experiments on them until the human died/was used as a host, then Fresh had to learned everything in life the hard way from there.

Keep in mind that I probably haven't seen every post about Fresh, so there might be posts by CQ that contradicts everything I just said lmao.

#did i take this ask way too seriously? yes #freshbrainrot #fresh!sans #fresh sans #abuse mentioned #death mentioned #ask to tag #my headcanons #fresh headcanon #hazy talks

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brokenfoxproductions · 3 months

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When I was 16, my best friend was found hanging in her closet. We were supposed to go shopping that day but I was in the hospital for a suicide attempt after having lost my first pregnancy the week before. She was 18, and didn't leave a note. I always wondered if it was partially my fault for not being there that day, for cancelling before I tried to kill myself and was hospitalized. Like I gave her the idea. It's always felt like my fault.

When I was 23, the love of my life died in a hospital bed. We were long distance, and we were both saving up to get a place together with my son in Erie PA, because it was a peaceful and happy area that was the same distance from each of our current locations. We were going to be a family. She finally had enough for a bus ticket, and we were so close to being together. She was a type 1 diabetic, though, and she didn't tell me she was rationing her insulin to save money. She just went into diabetic keto acidosis and then a diabetic coma, and three days later she was gone at 21.

I still stop every single day and wonder why it wasn't me. They both deserve to be here more than I do. I wish I had been there for them. I wish it had been me. I wish I could trade my life to get them back. I don't deserve to be here.

#ptsd #sui mentioned #death mentioned #sui #suicide #grief #cptsd #depression #loss #survivors guilt

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isawhisperer · 5 months

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"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."

-Oscar Wilde

#this heavily reminded me of Douxie #when he sacrificed himself #quotes #tw death #cw death #death mentioned #death mention tw #death mention cw #tw death mention #cw death mention

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petitelepus · 10 months

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congrats on 1k followers! a scenario of yandere con mech reader with mtmte tarn please?

Hi ya, Anon, and a big thank you! I'm still shocked I got so many Readers here enjoying my stories! This Request sounded familiar so I went ahead and looked around my blog and I was right, I HAVE written about Yandere Con Reader loving Tarn! I'll put the links down here!

Part 1 - https://petitelepus.tumblr.com/post/664569020883795968/im-not-sure-if-its-still-alright-to-request#notes

Part 2 - https://petitelepus.tumblr.com/post/666592452946296832/hi-i-know-you-have-a-ton-of-requests-already-but#notes

But I'll try to write something small for you!

WARNING; Reader is NUTS. Death, violence, little gore, and familiar Yandere obsession.

You were a good Con, you swore loyalty to Megatron and followed his teachings like they were your instructions on how to live. You admired him to the point you could happily say that you would die for him!

So why he had to repent? Why he left all his loyal subjects? Why he had left you?! He was your sun, your reason to live! If you didn't have him then... Who were you?

He told you all to follow your ways and possibly repent, but you spiraled into darkness. He had left you and you couldn't stand it. You knew Megatron probably wasn't even aware of your existence, but it still hurt to have him betray all his followers and especially you..!

You were in a dark place when you heard rumors about Decepticon Justice Division. Mechs described them as epitomes of the Decepticon cause and how they swore that they wouldn't abandon Decepticons like Megatron had done.

Their leader was the feared Decepticon called Tarn, a Con who could simply talk mechs to their death. You heard rumors that if you heard him sing then that would be the last thing you would ever hear.

You heard how his crew members were just as feared as him, but your attention was purely on Tarn.

With Tarn, you found a new reason to live. A new object to your admiration and dedication. Tarn was everything that Megatron was if not even more...?

You started to track down his ship, Peaceful Tyranny's locations, and after following the trail of bodies that Tarn and his men left behind, you were able to figure out where they would be and who their next poor target would be.

Now it was just a race against them to the target. You won that race but you didn't expect there to be 8 Cons and you didn't know who was the target... So why not kill them all?

By the time Decepticon Justice Division had made its way to your location and to the scene of the crime, no one could have been able to tell just how many Cons you had slaughtered.

"Well..." You heard this deep voice speak, "I see we were a little late for the party."

"You must be Tarn," You dropped everything you had, mainly robo guts, and approached the huge purple Con. Once close enough, you kneeled before him to show him your humility.

"And you are?" Tarn asked and you told him your name. The huge mech glanced at the dark red mech without eyes behind him and they shook their helm, "They aren't on the List."

"I see..." Tarn nodded and looked around your handiworks. "Are you behind all this?"

"Yes! I wanted to impress you, the one who carries Megatron's will...!" You cried out and smiled, "Please, take me with you! Because of Megatron, I have nothing left!"

The huge Con looked at you long and hard. Every second felt like an eternity, but you weren't scared. Yes, you felt like your spark could jump out of your chassis, but not because of fear but excitement.

Being this close to Tarn, you realized the fear the lesser Cons have felt in his presence. It was breathtaking!

"While I don't usually approve of my kills being taken from me..." Tarn made sure to look at your handwork, "I see you have a... Knack, for this."

You almost swooned but you held your ground. Finally, Tarn nodded, "You may come with us, provided that you can keep up with us."

You jumped up on your pedes and immediately saluted your new leader, "I won't disappoint you, I swear!"

"I trust you on that because one mistake-!" Tarn pulled his servo in front of his intake, "And you are on our mercy."

"Yes!"

Even the idea of being killed by him was better than living a life without meaning.

#yandere reader #yandere #transformers mtmte #transformers #mtmte #tarn #djd #decepticon justice division #Reader #DARK #Megatron #This got pretty damn dark #DEATH #DEATH MENTIONED #DYING MENTIONED #VIOLENCE #Gore #Anon #ENJOY!

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fly-sky-high-09 · 4 months

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I'll try to go back to sleep soon but

Mind stressing over future

Mom's older friend lost his (younger) wife to heart surgery yesterday and she's been both sad and letting it get to her since she's also waiting for her pacemaker/defibrillator surgery

And while it's not the same sort of intervention, it's hard not to think about what ifs of going in with optimism of knowing it's going to be okay and not coming back in the end

And mom lost both her uncle and her brother due to heart failure

I'm not having a good time thinking about it either. I am still confident she will be alright, it's not a direct heart surgery but it's still going to affect her heart

And my whole idea of death is... It's always in the back of my head. I am trying to make the present so much more important and it helps... So no matter what happens I was here for her, at least

#death mentioned #vent ish

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apolloskyes · 1 year

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A place no child should be - a vance hopper fic

Vance could barely remember anything when he woke up in the dark basement. There was nothing around him aside from the 2 small mounds of dirt to his left and the one under him. He did remember a few things though, he remembered being happy with... someone. But angry a lot. And he remembered pain, but nothing hurt now. And a man with a devil mask. The image of the man in his head caused waves of hatred and fear to pulse through him. Although he didn’t know why. He didn’t know who the man was or his connection to Vance.

Vance didn't know where he was. He barely knew who he was. But he'd get nothing out of just sitting here, so he got up and went for the stairs and the door at the top.

He exited out into a very unassuming house. It looked like any other, except there were no people in it. He didn't like the feeling this place gave him. It smelled off. It smelled like a place he shouldn't be, a place no child should be.

He left the house, the bad feeling lessened but didn't leave. He wanted it to leave. He wanted to reach into himself and tear it out and yell at it until it got as far away as possible.

He wanted to go... somewhere. His house? No. The thought made the bad feeling worse. He didn't actually know where his house was now that he thought about it. He didn't even remember his last name. So he just walked, he walked in the direction that made the bad feeling shrink and it started to be replaced by something warm and sweet. Like honey, like warm honey pouring over his entire body. It felt good. He still didn't know where he was going.

He finally realized where his feet were taking him, he wasn't going to a place but to a person, actually it was three people. All three were standing together. One had short, fluffy, light brown hair. One had long, wavy, black hair, held back by a bandanna. The last had midlength, shiny, black hair. The last was also wearing a hoodie, a familiar band hoodie. Vance realized that that was his hoodie. How dare this person wear his clothing, he didn’t know this person, he did give permission- but then he saw the boys face. And oh, everything was ok because it was him, it was Bruce and everything was good in the world because his Bruce was wearing his hoodie and it was way too big on him but he was so pretty and- and he was crying.

And he saw the faces of the other two. And they were crying. This was unacceptable. His Bruce, his Robin, and his Finney were crying. And he didn't know what had caused them to cry but when he learned he would kill it.

He went to them, called out to them but there was no response. Although he might have seen Finney flinch slightly? Did they not hear him? Did they not see him? He stood next to them. And heard what they were saying.

"I miss him. I want him back"

"I know Finn, so do I. But I'm sure the police will find him soon" Bruce held Finney close to him.

"They didn't find Billy Showalter. Or Griffin Stagg. Its been months." Robin said darkly.

"That doesn't mean they won't find Vance." Bruce snapped back.

Vance tried to place his hand on Robins shoulder, tried to tell them that he was right there, that he was safe and with them. But his hand phased right through the boy.

Oh. Vance couldn't touch them. They couldn't see him. Vance saw the door to the school bathroom was close, so he went in and looked at the mirror. He was translucent. And bloody. A gash across his nose was dripping blood. His nose looked broken. Trails of blood came from his nostrils and his lip. Blood matted his curly blond hair. It flowed from a wound on the side of his head. Blood and dirt stained his white shirt. His vest and jeans that he knows used to be bright blue were stained black and brown from the amount of the stuff coating them. He looked absolutely fucked up. And he was too pale, his skin had no color.

Oh.

Vance Hopper was dead.

#vance hopper #tbp #tbp vance #black phone #vance the black phone #fanfiction #tbp fanfic #bruce x vance #bruce yamada #robin arellano #finney blake #angst #blood tw #blood mention #death mentioned

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depressed-with-music · 2 years

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Panic Room

Song: panic room by Au/Ra (not my gif)

(Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the)

A young women of sixteen with y/c colored hair and bright blue eyes, was laying down on her bed. Tears slowly falling down her face.

Hell raising, hair raising I'm ready for the worst So frightening, face whitening Fear that you can't reverse

Slowly Y/N gets out of bed and wipes away her tears yet they continue to fall. She makes her way to the bathroom. Her hair is a bird’s nest, she has deep eye bags, her skin is pale and sickly, and her lips are quivering. Y/N sees herself in the mirror and screams a pain-filled heartbreaking scream.

My phone has no signal It's making my skin crawl The silence is so loud The lights spark and flicker With monsters much bigger Than I can control now

Y/N like a ghost walks around arrow house and sees a broken phone on the floor with whiskey next to it. It was quiet in the large house it was just the young woman in there. Yet Y/N couldn’t stop hearing gun shots, goosebumps covered her skin. Silence made the young girl scared because she was all alone with her thoughts and the sounds of war filling her head.

Welcome to the panic room Where all your darkest fears are gonna Come for you, come for you Welcome to the panic room You'll know I wasn't joking When you see them too, see them too

Y/N was the youngest of the Shelby siblings. She was 10 minutes younger than Finn, and the family treated her like a princess. Y/N like her brothers struggled with her demons perhaps that’s why they were so close they, were all fighting to get out the dark. When John died Y/N was covered in grief. John had been the jokester the one to make her laugh and to make her feel like she wasn’t crazy. That’s why his memory haunts her, and when he died part of Y/N did too.

Welcome to the panic room (Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the Welcome to the)

Still waiting, hands shaking Maybe the coast will clear But these voices, these strange noises They followed me in here

As Y/N got older the voices in her head got louder, and get family didn’t notice. Y/N most important thing was her family they kept her calm but the family had spilt and fallen apart. Someone where along the way she was sent to Arrow house because Tommy had the room.

There's no crying wolves now 'Cause the truth has settled in Hiding under goose down For your nightmare to begin There's no crying wolves now (welcome to the, welcome to) 'Cause the truth has settled in (welcome to the, welcome to the) Hiding under goose down (welcome to the, welcome to the) For your nightmare to begin (welcome to the, welcome to the)

Welcome to the panic room Where all your darkest fears are gonna Come for you, come for you Welcome to the panic room You'll know I wasn't joking When you see them too, see them too

Hell raising, hair raising I'm ready for the worst

Y/N was tired. She missed the days when Tommy would help her ride a horse. When Arthur listened to her stories, when John made her laugh, Ada telling her gossip, and Polly’s motherly touch. She also missed the feeling of safety she felt when she was Finn and her other brothers. So late at night she walked to cliffs near arrow house. Y/N felt the breeze and smiled. She suddenly saw John and he begged her to stop. However Y/N ignored him, put out her arms, closed her eyes, and let herself fall towards the ocean that was under the cliff. She felt free. However she felt a hand in her shirt it was Tommy stopping her from falling. Y/N didn’t understand what he was saying the world was muffled around her. She felt tears in her eyes and wrapped her arms around Tommy. She felt stupid. She didn’t want to be a burden. Yet she heard Tommy apologize and beg her to say. For the first time in a long time Y/N didn’t feel alone. She then realized she didn’t want to go just yet she wanted to help her family again to be happy. So despite the pain she felt she would fight after all, she was a Shelby.

#sad song fic #Shelby sister #depressed #Peaky blinders #tw: suidice #death mentioned #Shelby siblings #Mother Polly

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whenlifegivesyouconures · 1 year

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You know, life is really funny. I've been looking into getting a relatively young galah or eclectus for a while now. I was planning to find a good parrot to work with and train from a young age.

Ever since Mickey died, I've been birdless, and I figured a project parrot would help me recover emotionally. Plus, I have plenty of time to dedicate to a bird. So why not find my next life partner and get started?

Tonight, a sanctuary two states over let me know that they had a 25-year-old African Grey with scoliosis looking for a home. Her name is Princess, and she lived with one woman her whole life. Recently, her owner died, and well, I feel connected with her already.

I'm driving out tomorrow to meet her. I'll keep you all posted. 🎃 Happy Halloween!

#personal #me #parrots #my flock #African Grey #tw animal death #tw: death #death tw #death mentioned #animal death mentioned #Princess

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aloy-sobek · 10 months

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You know when I imagine getting a hold of my moms death certificate by worst fear was that she had either committed Suicide or died by drug over dose. But no, out of nowhere came Aids with the steel chair.

#Death mentioned #Like idek what to tag this yall #Talked to my bio grandma today #First time every #For real I am just in a place tm #if I aint making jokes im crying

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deathsdaisy · 2 years

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I cant stop thinking about how young Lambert is.

The last of the boys to go through the trials, small terrified, new to everything and suddenly its all gone

Everyone he was close to, gone

The abismal home everyone else found solitude in never turning into that safe space away from humans. Instead forever tainted as the place he was tortured and saw his brothers die.

Eskel and Geralt had eachother throughout their years

Who did Lambert have?

Does he still think of him? Can he remember his face, his voice, the warmth of a person beside him through nightmares and restless sleep.

How cruel their survival of the trails ment nothing. How cruel to see all those you faced horridness with, trudged through hell with, all be killed by the people the keep was ment to protect them of.

How cruel he never had a home, never understands how Eskel or Geralt can see the ruined, crumbling walls not still stained by the blood of loved ones

#ramblings #the witcher #LAMBERT #emotional lambert #death mentioned #boy 100% has PTSD #idk

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yanderegremlin · 2 years

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New Year, New Hell ~ New job, New Boss (Chapter 6)

<< Chapter 1 | < Chapter 5 | Chapter 7 > coming soon

waring: Yandere behavior, 18+, MDI, anxiety, injuries, death mentioned, self doubt, Control freak Bakugo,

You hated this, this was the worst night's sleep you have ever gotten. You didn’t know what Bakugo would do if you let your guard down. When you walk out of his bathroom and into this bedroom, wearing one of his blue shirts and your work pants. In your hands were your work shirt and bra, not knowing where to leave them, asked Bakugo where to put them.

He just clicked his tongue and told you to just though them into the dirty humper, that he would wash them later. “Come here” Bakugo padded the spot next to his end of the bed. Slowly but surely you stepped your way over to the bed, Bakugo’s patients must have run out because as soon as you were in arm's reach he pulled you against him.

Luckily for you, Bakugo just wanted to cuddle with you that night. Laying next to him with this arm pulling you into him didn’t help you sleep at all, despite your best efforts.

Waking up the next day in Bakugo’s bed confirmed what happen last night wasn’t just a weird nightmare. Looking around you couldn’t find him but you did find a note telling you that he had to go to work early today and you're welcome to anything in the fridge just clean up after yourself.

You don't know what's more disturbing than him acting like nothing happened or maybe you're making a big deal out of nothing? You honestly don't know, but Mina has a lot more experience with boys so she would know. You weren’t really hungry so you just headed home to get really for work. You didn't want to make your boss any more upset with you than they already were.

Quickly doing your morning routine, You decided to quickly heat up some leftovers and watch the news before heading out. Turning on the TV you flipped it to the local News channel, what you saw next almost made you throw up. ‘Pro Hero Pinky found dead with Pro Hero Dynamite heavily injured. Po-’ You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, she can’t be dead, not her.

Bakugo sat on a hospital bed, tapping his foot impatiently waiting for the doctor to clear him so he could go home and be with you. Phase one of the plan has started and if everything goes his way he won’t have to worry about your half-baked brain all the time. Sometimes Bakugo hates the feeling you give and other times it feels better than anything he has felt before.

A knock at the door caught his attention. Looking up he sees the doctor and #1 Broccil aka stupid Pro hero Deku walk in. “Hey Katsuki, how are you feeling?” Midoriya smiled at his old classmate and friend.

“Izuku” Katsuki greed back. Katsuki’s and Midoriya’s friendship has gotten better throughout the years, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see him at the moment. Knowing Izuku he would want to talk about something and he can talk for eternity if you let him.

“Mr. Bakugo, it looks like you are all ready to go, just out to the front desk to sign out when you want to.” the doctor gave Midoriya a nod of his head before turning around and leaving. The only sound in the room was the door closing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“What do you want from me Izuku? I got better things to do than to sit here all day.” Bakugo spat, he wanted to get over with it already.

Midoriya shuffled on his feet before answering him. “I try to keep this short then but we do need to talk about what happened to you and Mina back there. Do know anyone who wants to kill her?” Bakugo’s eyebrows scrunch together.

“I… no I don’t know” Midoriya can see the emotion leave Bakugo’s face. Midoriya knows Bakugo would never admit it but his ‘idiot friends’ mean a lot to him. Midoriya felt sad about the death of this old class, he can’t imagine what going through his head now.

Walking out of the hospital after taking to Bakugo, Midoriya had a gut retention feeling about this case. Whoever or whatever killed Mina, Midoriya swears he’ll bring them to justice. Stepping into his car Midoriya pulled out a paper, it was a list of people he needs to talk to about Mina Ashido. Crossing out Bakugo Katsuki he looks to the next name, the name Mina always loves to talk about and sing their praises, that name belonging to you.

A knock followed by a voice rang throughout your place. You couldn’t quite make out with the voice is saying, and you definitely didn't recognize it. Maybe it was one of your family or friends checking in on you. It didn't matter who it was, you still didn't feel like talking to anyone today, maybe if you pretended not to be there they would go away.

The voice got louder the more you waited for it to go away, it finally got loud enough for you could actually make out what it was saying. It was the number one hero Deku otherwise known as Izuku Midoriya. You quickly leap to your feet and ripped open the door, if you know it was him in the first place you would have opened the door when he first knocked on your door.

When you swing the door open you came face-to-face with the green-haired hero dressed in his hero costume. You quickly apologized to him for not opening up sooner, inviting him in you asked if he would like anything to drink. He just ask for a cup of water and said that he wouldn't take long if you needed to be somewhere.

“That's very considerate of you Deku, but why are you here at my doorstep? is it about Mina’s death?” Midoriya looks at you with sympathetic eyes as he takes the cup out of your hand.

“Yes, we don’t think Mina’s death was a complete accident. Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?” Midoriya felt bad for you, he normally doesn't cover this sort of case but the commission specifically requested that he would solve it. Whoever took out Mina and severely injured Bakugo isn't someone to mess with.

You slowly take your seat as his words ring in your head. “I–I’m not sure, everybody loved Pinky. I don’t know anyone who would want to hurt her.”

“Yeah, it's hard to picture anyone hating her but we have to explore all the possibilities. Do you know who she who has been with for the past few days before?” Midoriya nodded his head, taking a sip of water.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in thought. Besides her co-workers, you can't really think of anyone. She has been so busy the past few days because of her hero work, she didn't mention doing anything besides eating, sleeping, and working. Midoriya put down his glass on the table, The soft knock breaking you out of your train of thought.

“Just her co-workers as far as I'm aware, we– we had some plans tomorrow but…” you cast your eyes down at the table beneath your hands.

Midoriya nodded at you even though you couldn't see it. “My condolence, If you don't feel safe being alone I can get Bakugo or Kirishima to come by and stay with you for a bit.” Midoriya would have volunteered himself if he wasn't on duty and knew you a little bit better. He figured you'd feel more comfortable with somebody you knew better.

You slowly lifted up your head to look at your head up to look at him, taking a few deep breaths. You didn't want Bakugo to come back over but you certainly did not feel like being alone. Before you can voice your thoughts though your front door opened, and lo-and-behold the blonde Hero himself walked in.

Bakugo looked to be in his regular civilian clothing, probably ran home and got change before coming here, The only thing that looks different this time is the bandages that wrapped around his arms, legs, and neck with some bruises that decorated his skin. Bakugo also doesn't seem fazed by the presence of Midoriya, he probably expected Midoriya to be here about the case.

You on the other hand not very happy to see he's here. “Katsuki, you come just in time I was just about to call you.” That’s right, their childhood friends. Even if they weren't they worked together numerous times together so there's no point in asking for someone different. Midoriya would probably take Bakugo’s side anyways.

You and Katsuki stared at each other for a few seconds before you turn to look at Midoriya. “Tsk, I don't need you to tell me how to take care of my girl. If you're done with her I would like to take her somewhere else.”

“Oh, well I guess we're done here, if there is anything else–” “why?” You didn't mean to interrupt Midoriya but You didn't want to experience whatever happened last time you were left alone with Bakugo. Thankfully Bakugo didn’t look too mad at the question.

“Because there's a loose killer running around who killed your best friend and who knows might be after you as well. We can't be too careful.” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest giving you a stern look.

“Okay, let me grab some stuff first…”You shot Midoriya a look before excusing yourself to go pack. Walking into your room you pulled out the duffle bag from underneath your bed packing for about two weeks' worth of stuff. Once you make sure you got everything you sat down on your bed, Mentally preparing yourself.

You're going to be okay. You can firmly tell him no and he’ll respect that. You can call for help if you need it. The heroes will protect you. You can do this!

You didn't know how long you sat there but once you were ready you picked up your duffle bag and your purse, and headed out, finding just Bakugou on your couch in your living room. “Hey” you called out to him.

He looked up from his phone and smirked at you. “Ready to go?” He stood up and gestured to the door. You nodded in return and let him grab your hand to lead you out of your apartment, locking the door before you left.

After he close his car door you pulled out your phone to call into work. If I can up my hours maybe I won't have to spend as much time with him. Which is what you would have done if he didn't snatch your phone out of your hands “What are you doing? Don’t you know it's rude to be on your phone in the car?”

“I was just calling into work to see if I can change my hours…” Which wasn't a lie, you were going to change your hours but probably not how he would like it.

Pocketing your phone “heh, No need I quit for you”

“You what!? Why did you do that?”

Bakugo Ignored you for a little bit as he started driving until he abruptly and firmly answered you. “Like I said there is a killer out and about, and you could die, going to, during, or coming from work. I'm not taking no chances, not when your life is on the line.”

Bakugo clinched the steering wheel hearing your response “How am I supposed to provide for myself without a job? you can't just do that, I still need to pay my rent for my apartment and other things, I can't do that without any money.”

“If you're so adamant about having a job then work for me.” Bakugo said a little annoyed. It was silent for the rest of the car ride. You debated whether or not that would be a good idea and what he meant by ‘work for him.’ A part of you felt like you were being ridiculous, that you were making a mountain out of a molehill but the other part of you felt your boundaries were being crossed without your consent.

Bakugou took your duffle bag and purse in, setting them on the couch by the front door. “We’re having yakisoba for dinner.” you say anything, you just walked over to the dining room table and sat watching him make dinner.

You didn’t feel comfortable exploring the house or leaving Bakugo unattended. Bakugo on the other hand was pleasantly surprised by your willingness to be with him even if it was on the other side of the room, he didn't want you out of his sight for even a second.

Unbeknownst to both of you, a certain green-haired hero pasted back and forth in his living room. Even more, unsettled by the look in your eyes that you gave them before leaving. He doesn't know whether it was a cry for help or something worse.

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