#im not tearing at the walls just looking for a way to survive the next twenty-four hours
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Your Little Hand's Wrapped Around My Finger And It's So Quiet In The World Tonight
pairing [s] : dad!dallas winston x reader
warning [s] :| im actually crying rn | biggest dad!dallas supporter actually | mentions of all things pregnancy related: throwing up
a/n [s] : requests are open!
Dallas is quiet as you stand in front of him, hands shaking. He has barely any reaction to what you told him, tears running down your face as you laid in his arms. Dallas holds you tight, hand laying on your neck protectively. Dallas Winston wasn't a ‘father’ type. After growing up with an absolutely horrible example, he was forced to live by himself, not relying on anyone. You came into his life and understood what he needed: unconsciously pulling him slowly out of the thick walls he has built up over his time on the Earth.
Dallas hated kids, that was one thing anyone could remember Dallas as. It was him knocking over their drink, taking candy from them, or throwing their poker cards everywhere; he hated kids. So, when you had found out you were pregnant you were understandably immediately worried. The day you told him, you were terrified. Your hands shaking as you told him, getting ready to hear yelling or slamming doors: but it was the complete opposite. Dallas cried that night with his hand lying on your stomach, with your hands in his hair.
You were four months pregnant, surviving the time of morning and night sickness. However, you still pushed through while Dallas would follow you into the bathroom at all moments it didn't matter either way. His hand would rub your back and hold your hair back. Dallas wasn't known for acting like this, holding his girlfriend in his arms while she was sick. He was changing in his life, and he let those changes overtake him, saddening the dumb Greasers who would try and convince him to slash tires, by saying no to their advances.
If you asked Dallas fifteen months ago about how he felt about kids, he would grumble and say how gross they were. Now, he thinks the baby with soft brown eyes and dark whisps of hair kicks her legs at him while giggling, is the sweetest creature ever. For the nine months you held her and the pain you experienced, she looked identical to her father. Same nose, lips, and big doe eyes. You weren't angry however, knowing her face would be loved just like you loved Dally’s face.
“Hey Dal’,” You say as he watches you wrap around the corner of the living room. You and Dallas saved up enough money for a small house with just enough you needed to live. Two bedrooms, one big enough for you and Dallas and one for the baby. She was named Darlene after Dallas’ mother, in hopes to remember her legacy. You thought the name was absolutely gorgeous, and she was given your mother’s middle name. “How is Darla?”
Dallas looks up at you, his finger has her hand wrapped around it, as she chews on it. “Hey, sweetheart.” You sit down next to him, and lay on his shoulder. You both admire Darla and her gorgeousness and the happiness she radiated to everyone. “She’s been great.” Dallas’ voice is soft, barely speaking above a whisper as his hand pushes back her hair. You're staring at Dally as he picks Darla up and gives her forehead a tight kiss, and then gives you one. “She probably needs a feeding now. Why don't you go rest, Dal? You've been up all day and night.” You offer but he shakes his head, and follows you to the couch where you feed Darlene.
Another thing that's shown up is his clinginess towards you. He stopped leaving you alone, choosing to go everywhere with you, even if that just includes changing Darlene’s diaper. He's been an amazing, incredible father and you're the most glad to have his support in your life. For the fact he stayed with you, and decided to care for her.
#the outsiders 1983#dallas winston imagine#dallas winston the outsiders#dallas winston#dally x reader#dally winston#dally winston x reader#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston x you#dallas winston x y/n
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best characterization lines from the crows—inej ghafa
“It would have been easy enough to turn away when they called her names or sidled up to ask for a cuddle, but do that and soon it was a hand up your blouse or a try at you against a wall. So she’d let no insult or innuendo slide. She’d always struck first, and struck hard. Sometimes she even cut them up a bit. It was fatiguing, but nothing was sacred to the Kerch except trade, so she’d gone out of her way to make the risk much higher than the reward when it came to disrespecting her.”
inej girl boss. love that kaz is protective of her but never needs to step in because she can protect herself.
“The problem was that Inej was no longer certain what she was aiming for. When she’d been little, it had been easy—a smile from her father, the tightrope raised another foot, orange cakes wrapped in white paper. Then it had been getting free of Tante Heleen and the Menagerie, and after that, surviving each day, getting a little stronger with every morning. Now she didn’t know what she wanted.”
inej’s character development is so perfect ahhh (see next quote) and i like this quote because it shows how cognizant she is of both her problems and her worth. she’s independent like no other fictional female protagonist that i’ve ever seen.
“But even as she gave thanks, she knew that the rain was not enough. She wanted a storm—thunder, wind, a deluge. She wanted it to crash through Ketterdam’s pleasure houses, lifting roofs and tearing doors off their hinges. She wanted it to raise the seas, take hold of every slaving ship, shatter their masts, and smash their hulls against unforgiving shores. I want to call that storm, she thought...She clung to the wall, but it was purpose she grasped at long last, and that carried her upwards.”
and when she finally finds what she wants?? her purpose only makes her stronger. the chapter right after this, she volunteers to enter the ice court with the menagerie, and then the chapter after that she decides to finally let go of kaz because their purposes don’t align. her goals in life come before any guy and i love that for her.
“She didn’t have her opponent’s training or education or fine white clothes. She would never be as ruthless and she could not wish to be. But she knew this city inside out. It was the source of her suffering and the proving ground for her strength. Like it or not, Ketterdam—brutal, dirty, hopeless Ketterdam—had become her home.”
everyone mentions the parallel between what kaz says to geels in chapter 1 of soc (“No one that fine should ever have looked twice at Barrel scum like you...”) and his feelings about inej but this parallel here!!! about how inej feels for the people of ketterdam—the dregs, the crows, and most of all kaz—works so well too.
“She righted herself, her balance returning. Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible...Her heart was a river that carried her to the sea.”
inej’s moments in the duology are made from a hope and faith that i can only aspire to have. she is my fictional reminder that change comes when we most need it, but we can’t spend our whole lives waiting for one specific thing. (and i also just love whenever she refers to kaz as a boy).
kaz’s version | wylan’s version | jesper’s version | nina’s version | matthias’s version | inej’s version
hey look i’m back on tumblr! went to edit profile today and icb i was 18 when i started this and now im 20 and a junior in college like literally what is going on with time. anyways! matthias version coming soon <3
#six of crows#soc inej#inej ghafa#kaz brekker#jesper fahey#soc wylan#wesper#KANEJ#kazzle dazzle#shadow and bone#shadow and bone netflix#shadow and bone season 2#nina zenik#matthias helvar#helnik#six of crows jesper#six of crows inej#six of crows au#grishaverse#crooked kingdom#lynnslibraryxsixofcrows#the darkling#alina starkov#the grisha trilogy#leigh bardugo#soc#WylanJesper#KAZ#sankta inej#my darling inej
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Hello! I dont know if you are taking requests rn but if you feel comfortable could you write the bsd characters helping/comforting reader through a bad panic attack? Maybe reader has been super stressed w/ school or work and has just been bottling things up until they snap. Personally my panic attacks are intense: hyperventilating, shaking, tears, digging my fingers into my arms and legs almost bruisingly, unable to hold my weight- just in case you need ideas. If this is uncomfortable for you then dont worry about it. Love your writing!!!
Helping with a bad panic attack
a/n: hello!! im so sorry if this isn’t as good as usual, feel free to vent <33
atsushi nakajima, osamu dazai, saigiku jōno, doppo kunikida, kōyō ozaki
#Atsushi Nakajima
atsushi is unfortunately no stranger to panic attacks. nor is is he a stranger to stress to be better.
seeing all your peers have talents, barely even surviving, it was so much pressure— even your boyfriend, atsushi is well, the most important ability user in the world.
there was a ringing, its so loud. so loud, you could pull out your hair, bang your head against a wall, it’s so much stress.
Click!
“ugh.. im seriously questioning how mr. dazai is still alive..” atsushi said as he closed the door to your dorm. “ah! s/o, are you alright?” he puts down the dinner he bought beside you and went to hold your hand.
he pulls you beside him and rests your head on his shoulder. “im here for you, alright? just tell me when you’re ready.” he gently coos, wiping tears away with his glove.
listening to your cries of self-hate “im not good enough, im not good enough to do anything.” hearing you made you think of himself, what had he wanted most?
kindly grabbing your hand once more, “here’s an idea… what if we train together? i know the feeling of self-doubt very well so why don’t we work together to be stronger?”
“hm— yes, id like that, atsushi..” you smile. “alright! mm, how about we start after dinner?”you nod and following, he started unwrapping your dinners. “eat up, s/o. it isn’t good to train on an empty stomach <33.”
#Osamu Dazai
8:45 PM, and your report’s due in two hours. everything was going wrong, your stupid professor forced the class to switch to a new website, the fucking thing shut down when you were almost done and your ‘friends’ ran tail when you were the one who wasn’t ok. it was so ironic, so funny, you could manically laugh— “My, why does god hate me?”
until a familiar voice rang out through the living room. “Oh, my nightshade, i’m back! look what i found at the convenience store!” your annoyingly sweet boyfriend pointed to the baggie of treats in his hand, a bunch of your favorites and even some boba in a plastic bottle. Ah
scars on your legs, the unevenly constant clicking of nails and the shaking of your body— unfortunately, dazai recognized this behavior of yours.
laying the treats on the coffee table, he sat down next to you. “dearest, what’s on your mind? is it school?” he genuinely asked, laying your head on his chest and rubbing your back.
crying into his navy vest, you told him all about what had happened; the stress, your assignment and what had happened. calmly brushing your hair, dazai began to spoke again. “shh, shh, it’s okay, dear. listen to my heartbeat, alright? relax your body, i’ll help you find a way, promise.”
kissing your head, he waited until your breaths had calmed. wiping your tears with his thumb “are you alright, dear?”
“ah, yea, i am, sorry, osamu, aha…” you nod and weakly laugh. “alright~..” he says, playfulness slowly coming back— he smiles and grabs your laptop “come! get some snacks, we’ll finish it together! <3”
#Saigiku Jouno
losing was not fun. and your opponent rubbing it in your face is even worse. holding in your tears hurt like hell. and upon arriving home, all you wanted to do was cry. crouching down on the floor, your tears stained your outfit and your nails dug into your wrists. eventually, you had tired yourself out and somehow made it to the couch..
it wasn’t until late midnight that jouno finally returned home. it was not something he liked. the faint smell of iron and the unevenness of your heartbeat. you were alive but, something had happened.
using his ability, he made his way beside you on the couch, carefully waking you. “jewel, why are you upset?” he asked, tilting his head. for once, he didn’t sound sarcastic he sounded like he really cared. “uh.. it’s nothing, sai’. its stupid anyways…” you look away in embarrassment, despite his blindness.
“if you’re crying about it, it appears its not stupid to you.” he frowns. “seriously, sai’! im alright!” you defend yourself. “hm~ your heartbeat is faster.. that only happens when you lie. what’s wrong.” it didn’t seem like a question, more like an order. he really wanted to know, huh?
giving in, you tell him about it all, “hehe, i told you, it’s really stupid…” you laugh at yourself. “hrgh, i understand the feeling. losing is.. awful, it makes you feel inferior. but it does not make you any less talented. tetchou may be the strongest hunting dog but i, myself am better than him in interrogations, right?” he.. hes joking right?
“aha.. ahahahaha!” you giggle. “wha?!? hey, thats a genuine question!” he complains. “ah.. hahaha! sure, if that’s what you wanna think!” you cry, but this time not from sadness or frustration, happiness. well.. if it’s you, he could be the clown, just this once.
#Doppo Kunikida
a huge case has came the way of the agency. after it had been resolved, you were the unlucky soul who had to summarize it to the bureau of unique abilities and god, was ango a fucking critic.
‘i’ll go to sleep in an hour’ you told kunikida— 3 hours ago. ah, it’s almost 2 already and you’ve just finished an evaluation of the enemy. in theory, this isn’t so hard, so why? ‘am i just incompetent? or am i stupid? why can’t i do this?’ you thought while crying into your hands
“s/o, dear what are you still doing up?” kunikida said, sitting up onto the bed and grabbing his glasses. “you need at least 7 hours of sleep to function properly, it isn’t healthy to pull all-nighters.”
grabbing a tissue from the box beside your lamp, you swiftly clean your face “y-yea just… finishing up some work.” of course, kunikida is much smarter than that. “come here.” he says, his arms wide open. “are you alright? what has got you so stressed?” petting your head gently, he listened to your woes, never even once bringing up some sort of schedule.
“you were working on your report?” he asked, almost mocking you… “s/o, work is there for a reason, there is a time when you should work and a time where you should rest or else you can’t work properly.”
rolling you down onto your side of the bed and tucking you in. “rest for now, alright, dear? the report is tomorrow’s problem.” he said while turning off the lamp. “and if you’re still struggling—“ kissing your lips, “ill be there to help you.”
#Koyo Ozaki
working in the port mafia had never been easy, especially when you’re your girlfriend’s informant. of course, she didn’t favor you at all, you were still expected to finish your reports and tell koyo of all the things you learned.
despite being a mafia sub-executive, you weren’t kind to the screams of agony often heard in koyo’s torture chamber or the blood that often stained the floors. you always were in your office or out with a client.
that is until koyo had went out to complete her own will— an ability user from the government had landed into the port mafia’s trap. “mx. s/o, what should we do? if we wait for lady ozaki to arrive, he might escape!”
logically, it’d be best to wait for koyo’s official orders but who knows when she’ll be back? you cant ask another executive for help, you’re the one in charge? what do you do? your head is fogging up, it’s getting harder to think, voices are layering it’s almost like you’re just a spectator.
“t…try to get as much information out of him right now..” you finally say, falling onto your chair. the cries of misery overheard from the walkie talkie never seemed to end.
time seemed to pass slower, the next thing you remember, koyo was holding you close to her. “flower, what has you so gloomy?” she asked gently, never even frowning when you stuttered.
“i..i hurt someone. im sorry, im s-“ you pleaded before koyo carefully hushed you. “it wasn’t your fault, my light, he was a… misogynistic and patriarchal man, the only thing he was really good for was giving us information and thanks to you, darling, we got it.” she smiled gently at you.
“how— hic how do you know..?” you rub your red eyes. “he guaranteed us use of a rolodex filled with info of who has landed into yokohama recently. ogai suspects that we will find out where that dostoevsky had hid.” she explained, pulling you to rest in her arms. “now rest. tomorrow, it will be a better day for the both of us.”
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Surviving Together
5 nightmares in the lives of Spencer and Luna. 1 dream to make it all better.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC
Word Count: 2116
Warnings: canon-typical violence, brief mention of child abuse, j*hn winchester, mention of being off medications, brief mentions of death, angst, hurt/comfort i guess?
A/N: hellooooooooooo it me this feels terribly rushed but i just wanted to post something for u guys so i hope u enjoy :') (also im seriously debating calling the cm x spn crossover criminatural tell me that doesn't work)
Masterlist
one
She didn’t mean for it to happen.
Luna was well aware that Spencer would never hurt her. Spencer wasn’t him. But it was an instinct that had developed over the years of growing up under her father’s militant ways. So when Spencer raised hand to run his fingers through his hair during a heated argument, she flinched.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she saw Spencer’s immediate reaction: all traces of anger disappearing from his dark eyes and replaced by intense concern. So intense that she averted her gaze, backing up and curling into herself.
“Luna,” he whispered, scared that anything louder would frighten her further.
Spencer was not him.
Luna repeated this over and over in her head, building up the courage to finally look him in the eyes. Tears pooled at the unconditional worry for her that clouded his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, knowing that anything more would break her.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he reasoned, but she shook her head. He slowly raised his arms, reaching out to her, and she allowed him to pull her in. The soft yarn of his cardigan brushed at her face and wiped away her tears as she sobbed into him. He murmured comforting words, but there was still dread in her heart.
She was too broken for him.
two
She awoke with a gasp, sitting straight up in bed. She could still feel the icy breath against her cheek and someone else’s warm blood that dripped from the vampire’s mouth as he trapped her against the wall. She thought she had gotten over the nightmares of her second hunt. Only fifteen years old, witnessing an older hunter— her dad’s friend— bleed dry in front of her. The fear in her heart that took over when she realized that she was next. Drowning in the acceptance of her grim fate until Dean came bursting into the warehouse and beheading the monster in one fell swoop.
“Angel?”
Spencer’s sleep-filled, raspy voice was a beacon of light in her dark memories, guiding her back to the soft sheets that she tightly gripped and his soothing caress on her back. She willed her heart to ease its pounding. The bed shifted as he sat up alongside her.
She curled into herself, shielding her body away. Shielding the world away.
This was the fourth time this week that she had woken him up in the middle of the night without explanation. She felt suffocated under his concern and her inability to tell him about the life she lived before she met him.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he begged.
Her heart broke from the sadness lacing his tone. She shook her head.
“I can’t.”
three
They were reading when he got the call.
The shrill ringtone pierced through the comforting ambiance that they had created on his couch. His eyebrows furrowed as he picked up his phone.
“Hello…Yes, this is Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Luna continued reading, the incomprehensible voice on the phone garbled away.
“She what?”
Luna’s eyes snapped up to her boyfriend, hearing his shaky tone. His face had paled and his tight grip on the phone made his knuckles white.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, rapidly blinking away tears.
She quickly put her book down when she saw his free hand curling into a fist, his fingernails undoubtedly digging into his palm. She grabbed it and gently massaged it open, clasping it between hers. The tears overcame him, running down his cheeks as he listened to the person on the other line.
“Okay, thank you.”
The phone fell from his hands as he stared at the wall in shock. Fear gripped Luna’s heart.
“Spence?”
His eyes flicked to her and the intense pain that they held broke something inside of her.
“M-my mom…” he trailed off, and Luna knew he was reliving every single nanosecond of the phone call— the curse of his eidetic memory. He shook his head and cleared his throat before starting again.
“My mom… she’s really sick right now,” he trailed off.
Luna’s heart broke in two as she saw the broken man in front of her.
“Spence,” she said, but he shook his head, his brunette curls shaking with his head.
“I knew that she was getting worse, sometimes she even rejects her medications. I’ve been in contact with her doctor, but she has been acting up.” He said, his voice cracking with every word he spoke.
“I think that you should go see her,” Luna reasoned.
“Will you come with me?” He asked, and she hesitated.
“Are you sure?” She asked, not wanting to intrude in his personal life.
“I’m sure,” he agreed.
Luna nodded her head, assuring her boyfriend that she will be with him through thick and thin.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Of course,” she said, pulling him close to her, breathing in the scent of his lemon laundry detergent.
four
“Angel,” came the soft whispers that Luna had become familiar with waking up to.
There was a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, and she snuggled closer into the warm body against hers. The strong arm around her waist tightened slightly at her shift.
“Fivemoreminutes,” she muttered sleepily, burrowing her head further into her pillow.
There was a gentle chuckle in response that she felt rumble through Spencer’s chest and her back.
“I guarantee you we have less than two before the rugrats wake up,” he said, drowsy sleep lacing his tone.
For a millisecond, Luna’s subconscious nudged her, a vague question of who exactly “the rugrats” referred to, but she blamed it on the haze of sleep.
“Spence,” she groaned, scrunching her eyes, refusing to awake. “Five more minutes, please.”
“Alright,” he relented in response, his voice threaded with amusement, knowing there were only a handful of times he was wrong.
True to Dr. Spencer Reid form, he was correct. One minute and forty-eight seconds later, there was a squeal from down the hall, and the young doctor chuckled once more, placing a kiss upon Luna’s shoulder as she groaned at the noise.
“I hate saying ‘I told you so’…”
“Liar,” Luna yawned, finally blinking her eyes open, taking in the way the sun streamed through the cream curtains that adorned their shared bedroom.
There was another nudge in her mind, asking when exactly they officially began to share a bedroom and why she was so familiar with the cries of two children down the hall, but again, Luna shoved the thoughts away, blaming it on her sleep-induced haze.
“You love saying ‘I told you so.’ It’s one of the only ways that you can prove your 187 IQ,” she teased, knowing that there were more than several ways for her boyfriend to prove his above-average intelligence.
“Maybe just a little,” he winked with a cheeky smile. “I love you more, though.”
Luna barely had time to reciprocate his declaration before there was a louder cry from behind the closed door. The nudging returned to her brain right in time for her to see Spencer open the door and leave, quickly returning with a small child so eerily familiar it made her heart ache.
The little girl had soft brown curls and the most adorable puppy eyes, identical to the man who carried her. Her plump cheeks were wet, signaling that she had recently cried, and she sniffled occasionally, reaching out to Luna when Spencer got close enough.
“You wanna go to Mom?” He asked in a soothing tone. The little girl blinked at him and wiggled her fingers more intensely, and Spencer chuckled before turning to Luna, handing her the girl.
Luna took the child from him, but the nudging in her mind continued, back with a vengeance.
Whose child was this? Was she “mom”?
“I thought you were Daddy’s girl,” he joked, ruffling the child’s hair. She turned away from him, burying her face into Luna’s neck, and Luna rubbed comforting circles on her back, her mind still reeling from the turn of events.
“Spence,” she murmured quietly. He hummed in response.
“Is this our daughter?”
He laughed, but his eyebrows quickly furrowed when he realized she was serious.
“…yes?” Spencer had an incredulous look in his eyes as he regarded her curiously, concern shading his gaze. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”
“I…I don’t remember her at all. I don’t remember our lives together like this?” Luna’s voice was shaky as she wracked her memory trying to figure out what was going on.
“I don’t remember any of this.”
Spencer opened his mouth to reply, but Luna’s head began to spin before she could hear what he said. Her mind was dizzy with confusion and it felt like she was losing blood, but she knew that didn’t make any sense. She felt the little girl leave her arms right before collapsing back onto the bed, darkness filling her vision.
She groaned when she finally came to, the familiar silhouettes of her older brothers leaning over her.
“Dean?” Her raspy voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears, like it hadn’t been used for days. “What’s going on?”
She went to sit up, but her head felt like it was splitting in two at every movement.
“Just hold on Lune, don’t get up yet,” her eldest brother said, coaxing her back onto the floor. “You were caught by a djinn. Don’t you remember?”
At Dean’s words, Luna suddenly remembered the supply run she was on, leaving the store with her car keys in hand before someone placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes turning blue as she blacked out.
Her heart sank as she thought of the little girl her mind made up, and the man of her dreams, who was now only that: a dream.
“None of that was real?” Her voice cracked and a tear slipped down her cheek, thinking about the ghost of Spencer’s touch that she would never feel again.
five
“This is Reid,” the young FBI agent snapped into the phone, his patience running thin.
The BAU had been chasing a ritualistic killer going on three days now, and if the unsub kept to the timetable, they would strike again tonight, but the team didn’t know where.
“I—uh, I’m so sorry, Spencer,” Garcia’s soft voice came through, causing the young doctor to stop shuffling through his papers.
“What?”
“Those siblings, the Winchesters, that you asked me to keep an eye out for,” Garcia said quietly, and Spencer felt his heart sputter and then speed up.
“What about them?” He asked, his mind running through every single reason that Garcia would be apologizing. He knew in his mind what it probably was, but he refused to acknowledge it— it couldn’t be her.
“The local sheriff’s office in Monument, Colorado reported to Special Agent Victor Henriksen that they had the siblings in custody this morning,” she said, and Spencer hated that he let out a sigh of relief. At least she was alright.
“But…” Garcia continued, Spencer’s heart dropping at the single word.
“But what, Garcia?” He could hear the trembling in his voice, and he knew that Garcia could too.
“I just got a report that the building blew up…I’m sorry Spencer, but there were no survivors.”
The phone fell from his hand and he watched it hit the floor, as if in slow motion.
It couldn’t be her.
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Dr. Spencer Reid had faced many dangerous situations in his lifetime— kidnapped by serial killers, held at gunpoint more times than he could count, continuously putting his life on the line for civilians— but he had never been more scared than he was at this moment.
Spencer was tall, but these men were taller. Bigger. Buffer. Clad in their flannel, they stood tall, sizing up the young doctor.
“Spence,” Luna said, smiling gently at him. “You’ve already met my brother Dean, and this is Sam.”
Both brothers stuck out their hand, and Spencer knew exactly what was about to happen.
“Oh! Spencer doesn’t shake hands. It’s unbelievable how many pathogens are passed during a handshake. It’s actually safer–” “No, no, it’s okay, Angel,” Spencer gently cut her off, having experienced the awkwardness that usually follows after that particular statistic.
“Besides, shaking your brothers’ hands is the least I can do. After all, they were the ones who encouraged you to go to Caltech.”
The radiance of his girlfriend’s smile eased the pounding in Spencer’s chest, and he firmly shook the hands of the two men before him.
“Luna talks about you both all the time,” he said, shooting a loving smile at his beaming girlfriend.
“It’s a dream to finally meet you.”
#criminal minds#supernatural#spencer reid x ofc#spencer reid#spencer reid x younger sister!winchester#younger sister!winchester#CRIMINATURAL#muffinbeliever
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🦷27 with Tim pretty please ❤️❤️
A/N: Time for some angst to ruin your day! i don’t get tim asks often but i’ve grown fond of him and curly, at least the versions of them i imagine haha.
Tags: Angst, Tim x Y/N (platonic)
Warnings: Violence, possibly death. idk i should really write the warnings after i write the piece but whatever
Y/N stumbled into the bar, their face and hands covered in blood. they fell back against the wall and slid down to the ground, clutching their side. “Tim?” Y/N spotted The hood sitting at the bar drinking a glass of whiskey. Y/N grinned and thought to themself; He must’ve won some money at the rodeo, otherwise he’d be drinking the cheapest stuff he could get. Tim turned around slowly but once he spotted the figure on the ground he sprung into action. He was at Y/N’s side within a second and was yelling at everyone to leave the bar. “Y/N! Why do you keep goin back to him?” Y/N just closed their eyes and mumbled. it was obvious they were in bad shape, and it was getting worse “dunno. can’t live without ‘im i guess..” Tim scoffed and focused on wrapping a bandage around one of Y/N’s wounds. When he looked up at them they seemed very pale, and he could tell by the look in their eyes that they were feeling faint. “Y/N honey, look at me. what happened, you shouldn’t be like this with these kinda injuries.” Y/N chuckled at the worried look on tim’s face. they moved their hand to reveal a stab wound in their torso.
Tim’s expression grew stony. “i’ll kill that son of a bitch.” He hissed. He went to get up but Y/N simply grabbed his arm. Their eyes were wide in fear. “stay with me. please. we both know i ain’t gonna survive this an’ im not dyin alone.” Tim sighed, he felt his eyes well up with tears but didn’t dare start crying. he sat against the wall next to Y/N who lay their head in his lap. “yknow, i always knew i’d die in some kind of violent way. an’ i guess i always knew it would be him that did it.” Y/N sighed. They sighed as a single tear rolled down their face. They kissed tim’s hand. “i’m sorry i couldn’t hang around for a bit longer. please tim, don’t do anything i’d do.” they smiled and closed their eyes. they were dead. Tim choked out a sob and hugged their body. “i promised i’d protect you. but i couldn’t.” he whispered. he sat there, cradling his best friends corpse. He cried harder than he thought he ever could. Before he called the police he brushed a stray hair from Y/N’s face and took one of the pins from their denim jacket and put it on his own. “i couldn’t protect you…i’m sorry.”
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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 - episode 05. number five & eight
series masterlist! current: number five & eight ! next: vanilla milkshake
paring: five x eight (oc)
warnings; suggestive language, suggestive sexy time, the handler being weird asf not proofread ! word count: 8.3k
notes; not gonna lie i shipped the handler and five IF he had been older. anywayz this book was pretty vanilla with the sexy time, second book i think had like one scene not detailed either tho, idk, iM BAD AT WRITING SMUT
ASH still floated through the sky. Raining the painful reality that earth is no longer the same, but rather engulfed in flames. Five walked alone with a cart in hand, a bundled-up mannequin to join him as he walked up a long trail of cement. The cracked surfaces made his cart creak and tumble. Eight had left for the early years of the apocalypse, the two had gotten into a fight, and she took her belongings and left for good. Living her life in hell alone, just as Five did.
There was no denying that Eight didn't miss her ex-boyfriend during those years, but with the isolation, she was able to find herself adjusting to these new times. She was able to fend for herself, from many things that the world threw at her. Along with the time, she saw earth begin to take back what was hers. Plants, roots, bushes, and seasons began to return. It was like the human race had never graced the earth. Something so beautiful about seeing new life start once more.
As the blonde roamed the empty streets and plains, no longer a child but teenagers with a responsibility to stay alive. It was a lucky day for nineteen-year-old Eight when she found a working motorcycle. She was able to fix it up enough to where she gathered her stuff and rode off to find her old partner. It wasn't longer than a week that it took her to find him. Being as he was the only other human that lived on what was once earth. She hoped to rekindle their relationship.
Five had been lying on the ground, their hands holding the sniper close to him, in case of any danger. That was until he heard a distant growling noise. It didn't sound like any animal to him, but rather a machine. But what machine could be running during these times. Quickly he jumped to his feet and had his hands on the trigger.
"Shh," Five signed to the mannequin who was against the wall, who obviously wasn't going to say anything—I mean—
The growling halted, and footsteps coming closer could be heard. Crunching underneath booths was an easy sound to call. He wanted to see what walked, but who else would be on this earth, who survived? Five moved closer to the shadows of the broken building. Gun steady in his hands, as a finger was floating before the trigger.
A figure walked past the doorway, it was obvious that it was a woman, by the way, her clothes fit her body. The long coat hugged tightly against her waist as a similar gun was strapped onto her back. Five was quick to get up and swing his gun at her, but she disappeared through a portal quick enough and tripped him from behind with a lasso.
Five groaned and turned to his back and looked at the woman who had removed her face covering, "Eight?" Five gasped in disbelief, her face as youthful as he remembered it.
"Five?" she gasped, her hands making the glowing lasso disappear at the sight of her old lover.
The young man quickly dropped his gun and stood up, pulling the familiar blue-eyed girl into a tight hug. One so tight that he was afraid that if he pulled away she wouldn't be there.
His hands gripped at the blonde tresses in the hug, and tears brimmed in his eyes as he could smell her scent once more, "I missed you," Five whispered into her neck, as he tightly held onto her as if she'd leave again.
Eight let out a sad laugh "I missed you too," Eight replied, equally hugging the boy tightly around his torso.
"Don't leave me again please, Delores gave me so much shit when I let you go," He chuckled as he kissed the side of her head
"I won't, I promise," She replied, pulling away to look at his face.
The two just stared at each other for the longest ot saying anything, but at the same time saying everything. The boy couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned in and smashed his lips onto hers. Grabbing her face as they moved in sync after years of being apart. Words didn't have to be spoken as actions were used rather. He had missed everything about her; long blonde hair, soft skin, plump lips, and her perfect shiny eyes.
Five pushed her into the wall, not really caring much about their location, or that Delores could see everything. Biting her lip caused Eight to gasp in surprise, using it to his advantage he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was warm, needy, and urgent. The couple wanted to show how much they missed the time apart. Five was holding her tight, his move rushed and quick. As if one of them would disappear at any moment. Slowly Five's mouth moved down to her neck, as she let out ragged breaths.
His lips left wet kisses on her neck, all encouraged by the pretty noises the woman let out. Whining and desperate squeezing on his upper arms. Softly he taps the back of her thighs signaling her to jump, and without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Quickly moving back to their heated kiss, walking they over to a dusty couch at the corner of the room. He lays her carefully on it, his eyes moving to meet his. Both dark and desperate.
The boy tried to steady his breath as he looked down at the girl below him, he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off her body. But he wanted to make sure this is what she wanted, not feeling forced into something. He sat on his calves looking down at Eight, his hand resting on her hip, thumb rubbing circles on it. "Are you sure you want this?" Five asked placing a hand next to her head, as he leaned over her face, placing a chaste his on it.
Eight nodded, reaching up to grab his face with a soft smile, "I didn't travel miles to come to you just to leave again," She replied leaning up to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips. Then letting her lips brush his softy, "I want this," she confirmed leaning up to kiss him fully this time.
While the two were in agreement about what would happen, Dolores, the Mannequin was not. The poor intimate object was forced to watch the events that accrued in the ruins. Watched as Five's hands carefully removed Eight's clothes, treating her as fine china. His cold fingers brushed against her soft skin, leaving kisses behind. Eight's nimble fingers removed his clothes as her hands trailed patterns all over his skin. Under the flickering light of a warm fire near them, both were equally entranced in each other's embrace. The poor mannequin had to listen to the moans, ragged breaths, whines, and skin slapping skin. All echoing in the lonely building. Two souls rejoined once more.
After that night the couple promised to stay together no matter the situation. All the starvation and hardships they faced together, surviving each and every one. For the following years, the duo spent them together. The highs and lows of living in the world of nothing. The tears and laughter that were shed over the years. The moments of bliss and many more.
One of the best memories that Five would always remember was when he proposed to his darling lady. It's not like there would be another person he could be with until the end of time. He liked to believe that if anyone else was stuck with him, they wouldn't mean as much as Eight did to him. The now older man grown and aged, had been out looking for any life. He never looked forward to it, since he always returned home in disappointment. Yet this trip turned out differently for him.
Dirt and rubble crunched beneath his boots are he walked. Bag and gun strapped onto his back, just in case. Eyebrows furrowed his eyes trailed the growing greens on the floor. Eight had been right about the beauty in the destruction. Somehow out of all the fire and heat, the world slowly started coming back in a way. The animals that did survive now have all the land to live in.
Poking around different rubble, he was walking when a glint hit his eye. He stopped walking and tried to find the glint once more. Moving his head around until his eyes spotted the shining small object. Walking closer, he reached down and grabbed the small object. Blowing the dirt on his palm he chuckled at the sight. Out of anything he could have found in the wasteland it was this.
The man whistled at the sigh, "Well look what we got here," he spoke softly, his eyes trained on the gold band with a diamond perched on top. While it wasn't anything that would help in the long run, it was sure to be significant. Smiling he pocketed the item and continued on his journey to find anything else. The skies were clear blue, with a light breeze that made it perfect for walking.
A few hours later, the man headed back with a few things in his bag. A smile was still on his face after the small find. As he neared the house he heard his name be called, turning around he saw his girlfriend running towards him
"Five! Guess what!" Eight's voice ran behind him as he reached their home before she had. Her gun was also strapped to her back as she got closer.
"What?" he asked with a smile seeing how happy his lady looked. Never denying that emotion in their situation.
Eight blushed as she had her hands behind her back, "Well, I know this isn't traditional, but I mean we're living at the end of times," she rambled but shook her head before she could get any further, "Will you marry me?" She asked him as she had found a plain gold band while searching for food. Oh, how coincidental. The lovers found a piece for one another.
Five couldn't help but laugh, reaching into his pocket and taking out his finding, "Not if you don't marry me," he said now going onto one knee, resulting in the blonde gasping and covering her mouth in glee.
Eight Hargreeves was never materialistic. Didn't like large flashy things, but small stupid stuff her siblings gave her, meant more than gold. Now having Five on his knee with a literal priceless piece of jewelry she couldn't help but tear up. The woman nodded in glee, "There's no one else I'd rather marry at the End of the World," she said handing him her left hand.
Five smiled and slipped on the ring, getting up from the ground, Getting up he looked down as she slipped the other ring, onto his finger, "Till death do us apart," said Eight, gripping his hand.
"Till death do us apart," Five confirmed gripping her face and kissing his now-wife. Their wedding was only the two of them just as they would be now forever.
As time moved on for the married couple, they argued as couples do. They hunted, drank, and spiraled into a belief that they could return home. In a crumbling library where some books were able to make it alive, the duo scribbled all along the walls. Possible equations to get them home.
One fateful day the two were sitting around as they drank wine from surprisedly well-kept metal cups, the two now elderly, with grays mostly displaying on their heads. Skin is no longer supple and soft, but worn and used.
The silver-covered man chuckled as he drank from his cup, his gloved hand holding it tight, "Love, do you remember that one mansion we went to a couple of years back? You know where we—"
"—Yeah I wouldn't mention those few hours around Dolores. We left her alone," Eight interrupted before he started explaining what happened down in the wine cellars of the mansion. Not caring one bit about the mannequin near hearing all the lewd things the two happened to experience in their younger years.
Five scoffed, "Well I could talk about it. Delores, you talked shit about me those years while she was gone," He said pointing at the mannequin, "I will freely talk about how I fucked my wife for hours and left you alone!" He exclaimed happily.
Eight facepalmed, and looked over at Dolores, "I'm sorry D," She said blushing, embarrassed that her husband was now a grouchy old man—no different from his young years.
"Well, I'm—"
Before he could finish the crumbling of rubble could be heard, as if someone was approaching. Five and Eight stood from their seats and pointed their guns at the incoming target. While they were older the two had enough experience in their older age to kill someone.
The two glanced at each other wearily when they saw the sight. A woman with bright white hair, clad in a long leather coat. Holding a briefcase of sorts, looking not even mildly intimidated by the two holding the guns. Something out of the ordinary, which to them wasn't surprising. For crying out loud, they had extraordinary skills that no one else on earth had.
Who she was? The Handler, the woman who would become Eight's worst nightmare, but also the key to their very survival.
The morning had arrived at Diego's place and Five woke up to be pressed against Eight's back. The blonde just lay there silently, waiting for him to wake up. It's not like she had a choice that is, Five happen to have a tight grip around her waist while he slept. As soon as he let go, Eight sighed happily and sat up. Five moved around her and sat down next to her.
"Morning' love," Five mumbled softly rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.
The girl just rolled her eyes, "Yeah, mornin'," Eight replied as she watched Luther snore on the chair near them. Using her powers, Eight lifted a pen on one of Diego's desks and flung it at the sleeping giant. Causing him to wake up with a startle, his eyes, and hands alert to fight the intruder.
"Oh good you're awake," Luther said blinking slowly his eyes focusing on the blonde in front of him, "When is it happening?" He then asked seriously remembering why he stayed with the couple.
"We can't give you the exact hour but..." Five trailed off.
"We've got about four days left," Eight finished off running her hand through her hair, realizing she must have lost her headband last night, during her whole drunken debacle.
The man leaned forward, "Why didn't you say something sooner?" Luther said worriedly.
"It wouldn't have mattered," Five replied sadly. Eight noticed his sadness and gripped his hand softly.
"Of course, it would've banded together and helped you try to stop this thing," Luther countered.
Five sighed, "You already tried," he said flatly, this memory wasn't a kind one for him. After all, it had been the first sight the two had encountered when they had made it into the future.
"What do you mean?" Luther asked suddenly.
"The first time around, we found you, your bodies," Eight explained her throat feeling tight.
"We die?" Luther swallowed thickly.
"Horribly," Five answered.
A flat silence filled the air, as they all looked at each other. Nothing could be said that would make it right. Not even Luther's optimistic view on life could make the older couple feel any better. The sight of the Hargreeves all sprawled out on the ground was bad enough. All looking above with dead eyes and nothing more. The familiar feeling of anguish washed over the air.
"You were together trying to stop whoever it was that ends the world," Five said looking down at his intertwined hands with Eight, squeezing it back in comfort, the only thing that kept him sane all these years.
Luther looked over at the two, "How did you know that?"
Five searched into his pocket, and pulled out the familiar prosthetic eyeball, "This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you."
"Must have ripped out of their head right before you went down," Eight said as he looked over the eye that Five tossed at him.
"Who's head?" Luther asked looking at the blonde, in hopes of getting an answer, then back to the eye in hand.
She shrugged, "We don't know," a frown forming lightly on her face.
"Well there's a serial number on the back," Luther offered, ideas popping in his head, in hopes of helping the two stop the end of the world.
"No, that's a dead-end," Five said, towards Luther, "Just another hunk of glass."
Eight stood up letting Five's hand go and took the piece of the eyeball and held it. Before any more could be said the door slammed open and a very angry Diego strolled in. His eyes looked straight at the blonde in fury, why didn't she do anything?
"Piece of shit," He mumbled going down the stairs, "Do you have any idea what you just did?"
He said walking straight towards them, but Luther stepped forward grabbing him. "Get your ape hands off me!" He hissed towards Luther.
Eight stuffed her hands in her skirt pockets, "Let him go, Luther," she said calmly trying to diffuse whatever was starting. She loved herself a fight, especially since she could see it was directed towards her.
"Yeah let me go!" Diego replied as he struggled to get out of the large man's hold, eyes still trained on the blonde, he wanted nothing more than to dig his knife into her body. That's new...
Luther looked at the blonde in question, and she nodded. And quickly he continued to stroll towards Eight, but before he could, he ran into some invisible force. The man looked around it, slapped his hands on it, and punched it. It was no use, of course, Eight wouldn't let herself be touched by the man.
Diego let out a strangled yell, as he punched the invisible force that stood between them, "Let the through you freak bitch!" He yelled hysterically. This time caught the attention of Five.
The man stepped forward but stopped when Eight's hand went up to stop him. Cocking her head, she smirked, "My prediction was right," she said her eyes on his teary ones.
"Oh you've been busy, haven't you? Griddy's, Gimbel Brothers, and the academy. All looking for you," He hissed punching the invisible wall one more time, yet it still did nothing to reach her.
The blonde shrugged, "Not my fault Diego, Patch was in the way," she said dropping her shield without him noticing.
Luther had a brow raised on who Patch was, but he didn't really care, "Who are they?" He asked instead, wanting to know who was sent after the couple.
Eight sighed, putting her hands in her pockets, "They work for our former employer, A woman we called the Handler. She sent them looking for us, and Patch was in their way, fair game," she said once again looking to Diego. Sure she felt bad for the woman who had died, but nothing would stop the two assassins after her or Five.
His eyes darkened at the sound of her words, "Well now they're my fair game," Diego said looking straight at Eight, "And I'm gonna see that they pay."
"Diego I wouldn't if I were you, they've killed people much more dangerous than you," Eight called out as the man turned to leave the room they were staying in.
Continuing to walk away he never turned around, "Yeah, well we'll see about that."
The blonde then looked at Five, "You know I can't let him die," she told him, with a frown.
Five sighed and nodded. He knew the whole Hazel and Cha-Cha stories, was never a fan, but they were good at what they do. And if anyone could survive them, it was his wife, "Give 'em hell, kid," he mumbled pulling to kiss her temple. And in a second she was gone.
She jumped into a portal and landed in the passenger seat of Diego's car. She turned to see tears running down his face, "Oh, darling, come here," she whispered, pulling him into a hug as he hugged her back tightly. While he had said some things to her, he was glad it was her that was there. Eight Hargreeves had that effect on people, being there when they most needed it.
She softly ran her hand through his hair as his body raked sobs, "I'm sorry Diego," She whispered, pulling away from the hug and gripping his face.
"I really liked her," Diego whispered not meeting the blue eyes in front of her. Patch had got him out of countless of shit, after they had separated he still yearned after the law enforcement woman. He never got to tell her that he loved her. Now she was gone, no longer breathing.
"I know," She said knowing he wouldn't be able to drive. Carefully she let out a deep breath, "Hold on," she said, her hands beginning to glow slightly.
Diego's eyes widened, "What—"
Before anything more could be said Eight had created a portal beneath the car that landed in their parking spot. The car bounces as she sees the mansion. The teen grinned at the sight.
"Nice I still got it," She quipped and got out of the car, "You comin'?" Eight added as she looked down to see a frightened Diego.
Diego stumbled out, wiping his tears, not wanting any sign of his moment of weakness, "God I hated that," he said shivering at the feeling of falling, memories triggering back to their training days.
"Alright you baby, just get what you need and I'll help you," Eight said walking into the home.
"Wait you're coming? What about Five?" Diego asked as he followed her into the home, shocked that she would follow him rather than her boy thing.
"He's capable of protecting himself, he did it for six years," She said scoffing while walking to Diego's room where she knew he had many more knives hidden. They hadn't been friends for most of their childhood so of course, she knew everything about the boy.
Of course, she knew about the crush he had when she was younger. As a mind reader, nothing got past her. Diego was everything she'd want in a partner, but in this universe, they weren't meant to be. And that was a given—she was a married woman now. Even if Diego would forever have a soft spot for Eight, he knew his boundaries—sometimes. He wouldn't deny that since she got back, he hasn't flirted with the blonde. So part of his fantasy was coming to reality as the tall blonde stood in his room.
Not paying much attention to the girl in the room, he slowly slid out a grey case with the umbrella insignia. Carefully he placed his knives in the case and clasped it shut. Getting up he grabbed the handle, and looked at Eight, "Let's go."
She nodded and moved out of the way and follow after him, but he shook his head. What he was about to do was cross boundaries, but he didn't care. He grabbed onto her hand and pulled her with him. All she could do was look at their hands and frown. The two began walking further down the stairs. Eight didn't really know what to say about the whole situation. She liked Diego, but not the way his thoughts bubbled.
Worse part his lover had literally died, and he was still chasing after someone who was both older and younger than him. But with respect to his recent loss, she kept her mouth shut. As the two arrived on the main floor, they saw Klaus standing staring at the chandelier that had fallen on the ground.
"You look like shit," Diego pointed out as he stared at his brother.
Eight furrowed her eyebrows and let go of Diego's hand. Carefully she walked over to Klaus smiling softly, she pulled him in a hug. The Séance didn't hesitate to pull the blonde closer. He knew that maybe she understood his pain better than her husband could. After all the blonde was his comfort person.
"Where are you going?" he said to her, still embraced in the hug, not wanting to let go. Something about it felt almost like a mother clinging onto their hurt child.
"Nope—" Diego began but was silenced with the raise of Eight's hand.
"I know you wouldn't take no for an answer, just get yourself together," She mumbled into his shoulder.
The man nodded, "Two minutes," he said softly, and then walked off to get his things.
The blonde sighed, she definitely knew something was up. Klaus was never to be the quiet one, even when the memories of their father plagued his mind, they would never get him like he is now. She watched him as he left and scratched himself and sauntered off.
She furrowed her brows at this. Familiar. Those were some of the symptoms of time travel. That's when it hit her, Klaus was the one that was kidnapped by Hazel and Cha-Cha. In return, he took the case and got stuck somewhere else in time.
Diego grabbed her hand, snapping her out of her trance. She looked over at him and motioned for the car. She nodded and followed him outside and waited for Klaus.
The three were now in the car as Diego drove, but Eight couldn't help but know something was wrong. Something about instincts if you want to name it.
"Klaus, darling, are you alright?" she asked, turning to the back seat where he leaned on the window as he drank from a bottle rather than answer her.
Diego raised an eyebrow, and glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "Wow. This is a first. My brother Klaus is silent. The last time you were this quiet, we were twelve. Ran down the stairs wearing Grace's heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw." He said looking at Eight's amused face. "How long was it again?"
Klaus didn't move from his spot, but with a small voice he responded, "Eight weeks."
"Eight glorious weeks of bliss," he mentioned, but quickly Eight smacked his arm, "Ow!"
Diego gave her a look but the blonde only glared at him. Not knowing the seriousness of the situation, most of the time he never did.
Klaus finally sat up blinking harshly, "Hey, just drop me off here," he said as they parked harshly into some place called Lake Shore. Quickly Klaus stepped out of the car and stumbled over to the building. All in rushed movements to make it through the glass doors.
Eight removed her seatbelt and placed her hand on the door handle, "Hey where are you going? I thought you were going to help me?" Diego said gripping her arm.
The blonde turned over to him and removed his hand, "And I'm going to make sure my brother who is definitely not okay, make sure he doesn't get harmed.
And I am after I make sure my brother who is not okay, doesn't get harmed," she said and stepped out of the car.
As she neared the door in large white letters it read, "Welcome to Veterans of Foreign Wars." The blonde sighed, "Oh Klaus where did you go," She whispered and opened the door which opened with a ring.
Walking into the building, Eight then realized it was a bar for veterans. She frowned sadly. Eight had her horrors of the past that she always falls into, and she would never want to share those types of pains with anyone. But here she was entering the bar watching her brother look at a picture, as he relived the horrors of war.
Her eyes flickered to movement caused in a room, and it was to a large man with grey hair. He was making his way towards Klaus who was looking sadly at the picture hung up on the wall. He lost someone she concluded. If she wanted she would have looked into his mind to see what had happened, but for the privacy of his loss, she refused to. Eight would let him explain it himself if it ever came to that.
Eight decided it was time to confront him and moved towards him before the large man could. Carefully she placed her hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at her and sighed.
"Please go away," He whispered then looked back at the photo, his eyes trained not on himself but on a young man beside him.
Her eyes traveled to the photo of the many men there, "No, you're my brother, and I'm here for you," she said squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.
"Hey you two," a deep voice came from behind her.
The two siblings turned around to look at the large man. Eight raised a brow at the older man sporting a vest with probably the war he served at, she just looked him over with a scoff.
"This bar? It's for vets only," He informed the two softly, hoping not to start anything.
"I am a vet," Klaus replied sadly his eyes turning back to the picture behind him.
The large man chuckled, "Really? Where'd you serve?" he asked, obviously not believing the Seance next to her.
Klaus wasn't in the mood to answer anyone's questions, he had just gone through hell and back, "None of your business," Klaus replied not wanting to talk about it.
"You got balls comin' in here, pretendin' you're one of us," He said not knowing the situation at hand. And if we're being honest, Eight didn't like when others picked on her brother.
"Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you, asshole," Klaus said, his voice raising his last word. Finally turning around to meet the eyes of the old man.
The large man went to step closer, but that's when Eight stepped in, "Hey, there now, we don't want problems," she said calmly, "You don't know the situation here, so I would appreciate it if you let me take care of him."
"Sure thing," The man said pausing and looking at Klaus, "As long he apologies," he finished causing Eight's eye to twitch and Klaus to giggle.
"Look I'm sorry, he's sorry, we'll just be on our way now," she said looking at her brother, forcing the words out of her own mouth, hating this man trying to embarrass them.
The man shook and said, "No, I want to hear him say it," he smirked.
This crossed the line for her, she didn't fucking care anymore that he was some veteran. He was an ass of a veteran. Her brother was a veteran and if he didn't believe him, that was on him. Also, she was already pissed as it is with the whole end-of-the-world thing.
Eight lunged forward and grabbed his collar, "Listen here you, idiot. You do not get to ask for any more apologies. You don't know what shit my brother has gone through and I won't let anyone walk all over me or him," she hissed as his face was close to hers and shoved him away.
In anger, the man swung forward but his fist met a gloved hand, "You don't go hitting ladies," Diego's voice said as he punched the old man.
Klaus had jumped into the fight and jumped onto the veteran's back. Just as Eight had grabbed a flying fist at her face and grabbed his wrist and twisted it around to turn his body. Still, in the lock, she kicked the man and let him fall to the ground with a painful thud.
Another man came towards her, "I would leave little school girl, this is no place for you gi—" before he got a chance to finish his sentence, Eight had punched the man square in the nose, receiving a loud satisfying crack.
"Suck my dick, asshole," She yelled, grabbing his arm and pulling herself near him to shove him over her shoulder and slam him onto the ground. Sure she loved fighting, but it wasn't satisfying fighting older men.
Eight was then quick to grab her brothers from their ears and push them out, Klaus stumbling to grab his coat and walking out.
"God Klaus couldn't tell me beforehand that you were a vet?" She hissed pushing him into the backseat. Getting in the car she sat up in the seat and leaned back to smack him in the head.
"I would've controlled their minds not to see you!" she was fuming, "1968! That's a very fucking time change!" She groaned leaning to hit him again, but Diego grabbed her and sat her back down.
"Stay," He said to her as she huffed and crossed her arms, "You got a big mouth," he told Klaus pointing at him.
Klaus scoffed, "Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego," He replied sarcastically.
"Everything's a big joke to you right?" He asked him his eyes rolling.
Eight turned to him and saw him trying to take drugs, and lunged to grab them, "Would you stop, idiot!" she said flinging it out the window, then smacking him in the head while he threw a tantrum.
Diego scoffed, "Why are you putting this shit in your body?" He asked and looked back at him, "Check this out," He added, lifting his sweater and slapping his toned stomach.
"My body is a temple," he said looking at him and then back at Eight and winked, she just rolled her eyes. Men.
"All that shit you do, it's just weakness," Diego said.
"Oh, wow, beautiful. Well, weakness feels so good," Klaus replied, digging into his pocket to grab more drugs. Again Eight leaned back and smacked it out of his hand, "Hey! The fuck did I just tell you?"
Klaus whines, knowing it was best not to fight her.
Eight sighed, "Klaus you have to tell us what happened, we know you're not okay," she whispered to him.
"Well then read my mind to see what happened," He yelled at her still not feeling like talking about the most recent events that just happened.
Eight furrowed her eyebrows and sighed shaking her head, "Klaus I only saw what I needed to see, but anything more serious that happened you need to tell us," she said blue eyes looking into his saddened ones.
"I lost someone," he sighed sadly looking down at his lap, "I lost someone. The only..." he sighed deeply pausing, "The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself," he finally got out, reaching into his pocket and popping a pill into his mouth.
This time, the blonde didn't reach to smack it into his hand. She could feel to an extent that he was hurting.
"Well, you're luckier than most," Diego started, "When you lose someone, at least you can see them whenever you want."
Klaus looked away knowing that wasn't entirely true. There was a reason he turned to drugs most of the time. Memories of being stuck in a graveyard with the dead haunted him. The suffering of hearing all those voices yell at him was too much. Being high, kept him from hearing them all the time.
Number Eight and Four knew all about the voices constantly being there. The hushed whispers that only caused headaches. While the blonde just kept herself busy, Klaus turned to drugs to keep it tame.
Eight sighed and leaned back onto the chair, her eyes blank as she stared off into the distance. Mumbling random names under her breath.
The man beside her rose a brow, not hearing anything coherently. Only heard hotel and bird which didn't make sense, but never made sense anyway. Shaking his head he moved his eyes from her to his mirror and spotted a few familiar faces. So he elbowed the blonde beside him and motion behind.
Snapping out of her trance she looked at the mirror and her eyes narrowed, "Hazel," she whispered to him.
"Hey I know that man," Klaus said suddenly also looking back to see the large man.
Diego looked at his confused, "How could you possibly—"
"They were the ones who tortured me, I barely got away with my life," He explained to his sibling looking back as Hazel got into some older looking blue car.
Diego started the car, as he noticed his car backing out of the space, "Eight I need you to be careful, okay? They probably still want you," He said to her, worried as she would get hurt.
The blonde scoffed as his worries, "Diego, I am the greatest at what I do," she paused to glare at him, "if I truly wanted, Hazel and Cha-Cha would be dead," she chuckled when she noticed Diego's glance as he drove, "I was an assassin, it's my profession," she shrugged.
Number Three just shivered slightly, "You're nothing like when we were kids," Diego said looking back onto the road.
Klaus leaned forward from his seat, "Oh, little Eight is exactly the same, you just don't know her like I do," he paused and lifted a finger, "She's still arrogant, fun, and killer instinct—"
"Klaus, I love you but I will shove a sock in your mouth," She said, turning her head to look at him with a sweet smile.
The rest of the ride the three were silent as they followed Hazel's car. It was for the best to keep silence, while Eight was the fun sibling, she was also a lunatic that would possibly snap.
Hazel's car parking into a small Hotel that made Klaus shiver as he had just been there not too long ago. The man getting out and retreating into the small room up stairs.
Eight didn't say anything when Diego stepping out of the car to go mess with his car. Most likely to put a tracking device on it.
"He likes you know that right? He always has," Klaus said giggling.
Eight sighed, "I'm aware, but he and I won't ever happen, I'm a married woman," she said lifting her hand to reveal her ring.
"To your teenage boy-friend," He laughed, "It's funny that you two are this age again, I didn't get to see you this age," he added leaning his head beside her.
"It's better you didn't get to see me this age, Klaus, Five was a lot more horny and didn't have the end of the world to worry about," she sighed remembering since they got to this time, he hasn't stopped trying to get into her pants.
"Ha, so much for you two being the smart ones," he snortend, "Little Five is probably frustrated from multiple things."
"This is Five's fault, not mine," Eight groaned running a hand through her hair, not wanting to think about dick at the moment.
Diego got back into the car and kept his eye on the building where the murderers of his friend were staying.
"You know killing these people is not going to make you feel any better?" Klaus said from the back drinking from his bottle.
"What he said," Eight added with a snap of her finger.
Diego scoffed and looked at her, "Aren't you an assassin?"
Eight nodded, "A professional one, I don't kill for personal reasons."
"Yeah, but when it's done...I'll sleep like a baby," Diego said to her with an exaggerated smile.
Eight only hummed in response. Back in the Commission that was the first thing she learned. To not make any killings personal, whether they were bad or good, it didn't matter, they were the mission. While her brother was angry and wanted to get revenge, he wasn't cut out for this type of work.
"Stay in the car, both of you," Diego said after a while of silence his eyes lingering on Eight.
"Um, what the fuck? I'm the assassin here!" Eight said angrily as he stepped out of the car, "I killed a man with a pencil before, a fucking pencil!"
"Well aren't you cute," Klaus said sarcastically tapping her nose with his finger.
She smacked his hand and pushed open her door"Come on," Eight said, suddenly getting out of the car.
"But he said to stay in the car," Klaus said, but still following the girl from the car.
This time she snorted as she walked in a hurry up the steps "Yeah and he also said he didn't steal my bra when we were younger," she scoffed.
"Oh, I remember that. Who knew little old Five could hold that much rage," Klaus giggled.
Eight turned to smile at him, "That's my husband."
The two then silently went up the stairs that Deigo was currently on. Spotting him peaking around the corner.
"So, what's the plan here?" Klaus asked suddenly.
Diego sighed deeply, "I thought I told you two to stay in the car," He emphasized turning to the two.
"Yeah, but you also told me licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes," Klaus rebutted, bringing up his memory rather than hers, knowing it would cause a fight between the two.
Eight laughed remembering that conversation when they were little.
"We were eight," Diego said to his brother.
Klaus was about to step forward, but Diego stopped him.
"No, you two are going back in the car," He told the two being serious.
"Klaus get in the car, we'll be back," The blonde told Klaus, she worried more about the fragile man then the man next to her.
"Hey you don—" Diego started but he was teleported inside the empty room before he could say anything.
"I know the way those people think, they're gone," She said and right there the rev of an engine was heard, and the car drove off.
Diego opened the door and apparently too soon as the bullets started to rain on the group.
Eight stuffed her hands in her pockets and blocked the bullets from hitting her with an invisible force field. But it seemed life wasn't on Diego's side as she heard him groan when he was shot from one of the bullets.
"Idiot," Eight said as she saw his injured hand, and began walking away from the two followings, "We're taking the ice cream truck," Eight said as she stepped further out, not really looking around her surroundings.
"We have a c—" Diego said, but then he saw the condition it was in. How is it possible that she knows everything?
Eight teleported into the van, and jumped started the car, as it began to start she smiled. So, far everything was moving smoothly, well it won't but that's not the point.
"Get in the van losers, we're going after maniacs," She yelled to them, as she lowered the window.
And quickly they slid the door open as she began driving quickly in the direction she watched the two phychos go in.
As she pressed on the petal she felt Five's presence near. It was something that she was able to do since she was left alone. Some told her that is the feeling of souls being connected. Others said that it was just a second instinct. Well, whatever it was, she was fucked. She didn't tell Five they were coming and well here they were in an ice cream truck chiming the Ride of the Valkyries. It wasn't sudtle at all.
Eight looked out from the small window and mouthed sorry to the two. While Klaus waved at the two. Luther and Five were at the most confused as to what just happened. Eight knew what she had to do, she felt the early rift of what was coming.
She teleported and stood next to Five who quickly moved her behind Luther, but time seemed to slow down and come to a stop. That's when Eight realized what Five had done. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at her partner.
"You called her?" She seethed at her husband, her eye twitching at feeling.
"Love, I'm—"
She didn't wait for his apology; rather she stepped out from behind Luther and walked to the clearing of nothing, waiting for the woman. Better to get this shit out of the way now.
"Neat trick, isn't it?" The Handler's voice rang out, more nails on chalk thought Eight at the sight of the silver-headed woman clad in her black trench coat and signature red lips and heels.
"Hello, Five, Eight," she greeted, removing her glasses, "You look good, I mean look at you Eight, youthful and beautiful. Must be enjoying the new found strength?"
"It's good to see you again," Five said calmly, Eight rolls her eyes at the sentiment, she hated the woman more than she hated many other things in life.
"Feels like we met just yesterday, of course, you both were a little older then," she said smiling, "Congratulations you two. On the age regression, by the way. Very clever," She complimented.
"No need, my husband is just an idiot," The blonde emphasized knowing the woman always had more than a mutual liking for him. She found it disgusting, but who truly was the winner?
"Your attempts are futile, so why are you really here?" She asked the couple.
"I want you to put a stop to it," Five asked more than anything, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
The Handler raised her brows, "You realize what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me. What's meant to be is meant to be. That's our raison d'être."
Without hesitation, he whipped out a gun from his side and pointed it at her, "Yeah? Well, how about survival as a raison?" Five threatened.
Now, as a person who is sworn to tell all. Eight Hargreeves who's said to feel no different after returning to a younger age—well she coudln't help but fidget and bite her lip. That was hot.
"God if only we were alone," Eight commented biting her lip again at the situation.
Five's eyes flickered to the blonde for a second, "Really now?" he groaned.
The Handler watched the exchange and cringed, but looked back at Five, "I'll just be replaced. I'm but a small cog in a machine. This fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse...is just that a fantasy."
"Get to the point lady, before I blow your brains out," Eight deadpanned.
"Well, Mrs. Hargreeves, we are impressed with you two, you are quite something. We want to offer you a new position back at the Commission, in management," she said waving her fingers at the two.
Eight was actually surprised with the response of the wicked woman, "Pardon?"
"Come back to work for us again. You both know where you belong. Eight you have a huge reputation back there, people would love to have you back," she said with a smile trying to convince the teen girl.
"As you can see, that didn't work too well with my husband and myself," Eight said motioning around them, but she wasn't going to admit, she needed to check on a few things with the resources the Commission had to offer.
"Oh but you wouldn't be in the correction division but the work office, the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel," the woman said stepping closer to the two with each word, "We could reverse this, bring you back to your older age, I mean you can't be happy like this." She said, stepping closer towards the two—more to Five than Eight.
Eight was quick to step closer to her husbandand make the woman back up some steps as she knew she was capable of killing her here with no hesitation. At least she remembers her reputation.
"We're not looking for happiness," Five said, looking directly into the woman's eyes.
The Handler stepped forward and lifted her hand to touch Five's cheek, but her wrist was grabbed before she could.
"As much as I get that my husband is a beaut, get your old hands of him," she seethed, pushing her hand off, "Plus what would happen to my family?" she asked as well, now she was stepping forward to the woman.
"What about them?" She asked, feeling slightly intimidated by the blonde woman.
"I want them to survive," Five said pulling his wife closer to his side, but on the inside he was grinning at how territorial she was with him.
The women sighed looking back at Luther and the truck that held the other two, "All of them?"
"Yes all of them," Five scoffed with a roll of his eyes.
"Well, I'll see what I can do," The Handler said as she put her glasses back on, "Do we have a deal?" She said offering her hand to Eight who was closest.
The blonde looked over to Five for reassurance, that they were both agreeing to this. He nodded but lifted his finger motioning he had something to say to her.
Eight walked over to the boy, "The guns," he said motioning over to Hazel and Cha-Cha.
The girl nodded and walked over to them. Taking them apart as she scattered the pieces around. She walked back to duo, but Eight paused noticing the bullet by her head. So she turned to it and moved it so it would avoid hitting Luther.
Five grabbed Eight's hand and turned to shake The Handler's hand. And just like that time continued on as they disappeared.
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you want me, i want you, but love will devour us all too quickly
WARNING: these poems discuss dark topics such as death and suicide. if you're not in the mood for something sad (or long) please take care of yourself and don't read this.
you
you are calm bordering on indifferent bordering on apathetic
which you're glad to be
but when you do get mad you throw darts at the board
and you are too upset to aim, so you miss
and you miss
and you miss
and every hole in the wall is another hole in your heart
until you collapse to the floor, bleeding.
want
you want to be an actor or an artist or an animator but you still remember when you didn't want to be anything but gone.
you want to be loved by all, but you told me all those years ago that love and hate aren't so different.
you want to be pretty, skinny, funny, smart, strong, fast, talented. back then you wanted to be kind too, didn't you? oh, how time flies.
you want to be more than you are, and that's okay, but it doesn't mean
that you will ever
be more
than nothing.
me
you always did tell me you loved me.
not to my face
but to my hair when you braided it before we went to bed
to my hands when you squeezed them and promised me it'd be alright
to my shoulders when you happily wrapped your arms around them
and to my eyes
my eyes that refuse to leave you
even after the black body bag is wheeled out of sight.
I
I lay in the barkchips on warm summer evenings to watch the stars and see if they've changed
slowly but surely they move across the sky like snails
and i think about how even though they're already dead
they're still on a journey
their light touching planets an unfathomable distance away
i think about how those stars went up in flames and brought their whole solar system down with them
and I think about how we look at those stars and see them as beautiful, not as things that raised billions of organisms just to kill them one day.
im sure that there is just as much blood on my hands as there is on those stars
and i can only hope that some way, some how, i can make up for all the people who's lives i stole
by ending my own.
want
perhaps the want is where it all started.
a tiger hunts its prey not because it wants to, but because it needs to.
a rabbit runs from a wolf not because it wants to, but because it needs to.
life is pushed by need
and only when you no longer need
can you begin to want
humans survived the need
but be careful, the rabbit warns
want will swallow you whole.
you
you don't remember all the times that you ran ahead of me when we were little
never asking me where we should go next
only leaving me to clean up after you
but i do
and you don't remember the time you had a panic attack and ran through the forest and got lost, but you do remember me hugging you after we finally found each other and really, that's all that's worth remembering.
you pretend you don't remember the time i showed up at your house mid-mental breakdown and begged you to tell me why she did that to me. why she said that when i was just a little kid, when i loved her more than myself.
and i pretend i don't remember you making me packet hot cocoa and calming me down and binge watching game shows together until we fell asleep on your bed
i guess we thought ignoring it would be best
but id give away my heart, my body, and my soul to have one more night like that with you
even knowing what I'd wake up to the next day
because I never wanted to let you die
somewhere that wasn't in my arms.
but
all the other towns have found their river
all the other cities have built their dams
i sit by a muddy puddle
watching the frog that sits in it
hoping that one day it'll leap away and show me the way
but it's dead
and i'm dead
and you're dead
i may not be able to feel love
but i think i can understand
the fear of losing it.
love
you are nothing without love.
you can have your fancy car
and your pathetic little family
you can work as hard as you want
for as long as you want
until your flesh tears from bone, for all I care
but nothing you do will ever matter
because you can't feel it.
love is the only light in this world.
love is the only joy in this world.
without it you are useless.
so, so useless.
will
a want is where it started and a will is where it ended.
you wanted to love me
i wanted to love you
and so we did.
we loved.
i said i wanted to spend my whole life with you
but life can only get you so far,
so let's give death a try, huh?
as it turns out, a will to live and a will to lie
are not so different after all.
devour
you're never really satisfied, you know.
you're like a black hole
breathing in galaxies but never breathing out
I hope one day you learn that
you can devour as many planets as you want
but that will never fill the void inside of you.
us
we're like a firework in a pond
a wheel that bounces instead of turns
lily pads scattering the halls
a sky on fire, we watch the clouds burn.
we're like a long car ride at midnight
a painting of pinocchio
the three blue eyes on the wall
a tiger chasing a doe
and we set the sky on fire
we watch the world burn
but none of it matters
we'll all be devoured soon anyways.
all
on a warm summer night, as we were lying in the bark chips you told me
about life. about death. about flaws.
and you told me people are all the same
spending their time trying to honor the dead
rather than celebrate the living
but you suppose you don't mind
recieving flowers for your suffering
(that's why i always bought bouquets for the table.)
you always said that one life is insignificant compared to the planet, the universe.
my question is,
are the fractions worth the same as the whole?
are the many really more valuable than the few?
do we all add up to anything
but tragedy?
you had no answer,
but i asked anyway.
too
we're driving fast through the night
as the shadows chase our car
like monsters drilling minutes into the clock that winds
and winds until it explodes.
we're going too far too fast and there's sirens begging us to stop but we can't stop. not yet.
i clutch my phone to my chest
still set to the message your mother sent me
and i hope that you can hear me
because we always did have a funny way of reading each other's thoughts.
right now my thoughts are full of
I should have noticed
I should have seen the voices screaming valor winding and winding
and now you've exploded
and what am I left to do but follow in your footsteps yet again?
and i know that you can hear me
because you always did have a funny way of reading my thoughts
but it seems like
too fast for us
was too little, too late.
quickly
i never did like time.
the thought of death didn't bother me
hell, heaven, or nothing,
it didn't matter because i wouldn't be alone.
but the way the little red hand ran in circles
feeling the life i had left slip through my fingers like sand
never knowing how much there was
or how it would run out
felt much worse
than love ever could.
did you find it annoying,
me trailing behind you
talking about how time was too slow and too quick at the same time
never shutting up
or leaving you alone?
probably.
you thought you could get rid of me, didn't you?
well, too bad
im not letting you go just yet.
there's a long road to tomorrow
but it'll be yesterday before we know it.
thank you for reading!
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♥️Saved by the trap♥️ Amanda Young X Reader
Im gonna do a lot of DBD related fics aswell, so heres a short series about The Pig AKA Amanda Young. This takes place in the Saw universe, not the dbd universe.
Content warnings ⚠️
Gore
Stress inducing scenarios for some
Blades
Acid
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CH. 1 - New Victim
You heart is in your throat. You can hear your breathing as if your ears were in your lungs. You Arma and legs, felt bruised. You knew they were black and blue without having to look at them. You find yourself in a cold concrete room, walls surroud you in different hallwaus like a maze. But not alone. You see through clouded blurry vision, a sleek figure. With jet-black hair, and a red robe, exiting from you sight. With almost hunter-like swiftness. You look frantically around the room, you know what is happening. You were an investigator in the jigsaw killings. You never thought that they would think so dangerously of you. You were so close to solving the location of their headquarters, when a bag was thrown over your head, and you passed out in your office. Now you wake up here, your worst nightmare. Quickly shaking the groggyness from you body, you see a TV next to you. It flickers to life displaying a puppet. Jigsaw himself.
"No, no no no this can't be happening, this ISNT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!"
"I see that you have not been appreciating the safety of not being a target of my games. You flew too close to the sun my darling. Now you shall pay the price. If you survive, maybe you will learn to appreciate your OWN life, and stay away from the buissnesses of others." The TV goes static, and the lights turn on blindingly. You close your eyes to avoid the blinding lights. You hear a voice peak up.
"The room is filled with eye-burning acid. This acid doubles by the minute. Opening your eyes would lead to excruciating pain as your retinas bubble away. Once it eats away at the exposed eyes, it will move through the eye sockets right to the brain. Effectively giving you the most excruciating pain as you would imagine. So I would suggest navigating the area with your investigative little eyes shut as much as possible. The longer to yake to complete this game, the more gas will be in the room. When the gas gets too dense, it will begin to disolve the skin from your bones. So i would suggest being as quick, careful, and precise as possible. You're plenty good at that as I've seen detective. Good luck. " That would be easy enough, I can figure this out. Suddenly your ears fill with blaring buzzing. Almost the same as a buzz saw.... oh no. You can feel the room shake as what you presume to be, giant saws, begin to emerge from all sides of the room. Its like a maze of sharp buzzing metal. Ready to slice and dice your (s/c) flesh. Your heart pounds as if it could explode. How would you navigate this trap?!?! You hesitantly begin to slide you hands across the cold floor. You hand feels the vibrations of a saw. Now locating the first saw, you move around the first one. Assuming that you had to make your way through a twisted maze all while not being cut with the blades. You begin to carefully crawl blindly through the maze. You turn a corner, and feel more vibrations. You move to the other side of the wall to avoid the second one. Ok, this isn't so bad. You think as you slowly and carefully work through the maze. Another vibration sensed by your fingers and you simply stand up to hop over the small saw. Suddenly your arm screams out in pain as it is lacerated cruely in its teeth.
"JESUS CHRIST WTF" you scream in pain and shock. Your knees give out and you begin to tear up from the pain. How stupid could you be?? Of course there were saws on the walls and not just the floor! You feel the wound, which is gushing with thick blood. It's a deep cut. You had to keep moving, or you might bleed out. You rip you shirt, and use the fabric to hastily wrap up the wound. Quickly soiling the shirt. You continue through the maze. A sickening trap, your senses overloaded with noise and the screaming of your arm. You manage to avoid the next saws, but one of the floor you happen to misjudge. The teeth grinding into you calf and ankle. You scream in terrifying pain like a wounded animal. You bandage the bloody wreck you could call a calf, and limp through the maze once again. You have been making you way through the maze for a good 20 minutes, you must be close to the end right?!? You hopelessly think. Just as you think this your hand grazes a piece of metal engraved with some symbol. You feel it with you hands, trying to memorise it. Praying that you can remember the symbol and don't dare open your eyes. A while away from the symbol there was a keypad. As you came into view it spoke in a robotic voice,
"choose which symbol you saw." There is no way you could choose one without opening your eyes, it was a touchscreen. You bang you fist against the wall, and bellow,
"Come the fuck on, this isn't fair you bastard!" There is obviously no response. You curse in you head and do what you must. You slowly open your eyes and immediately feel burning. It feels like your eyelids are being burned with tobasco and lemons. The smell of your eyelid flesh burning smells sickening. You scream and wimper in pain as you try to make out what the l patterns. You frantically see one that looked similar to what you felt with your hands. The screen turns red and shouts
"INCORRECT AWNSER INPUT, INCORRECT AWNSER INPUT, DEPLOYING ACID." You have no time to react, before your chest is sprayed with liquid. Acid. Acid is all you think as you frantically try to rub off the liquid. It immediately sears the skin. Making you cry in anguish. Tears rip through your injured eyes. But you need to persist. You see blood as you try to open your eyes to select the correct pattern. You happen to click the correct one, and the screen turn to static. There is no celebrating, you can already feel the tingle of you skin as the gas gets stronger. You can feel blood pour down you face as you eyes bleed. To not risk wasting any sort of time, you hobble through the confides of the maze faster. You would pay the price of this choice when you forearm gets buzzed to pieces by a blade. You scream, but try to shove the pain into a box. But knew you had to keep moving. Your multiple wounds begin to pour as you run through the trap in a panic. Your head is spinning, you begin to get lightheaded. You trip over yourself and land on your chest. The acid that was sprayed there leaves the skin raw and bleeding. When you hit the floor your chest is scraped and rips open. You wimper in shock of the heat coming from your body. You force yourself to keep going despite your body begging you to stop. Behind your eyes you see the exit, you're so close. You see behind your eyelids a bright green light, penitrating your bloody eyes. You are ready to leave but you run right into a locked door. You hear a voice Blair from a speaking.
"I'm so sorry my dear, but your fighting spirit is so strong I fear that we might not be able to rip that out of you. If I let you live through this, you would tell the world about our facility. I can't have that happening. So you must forgive me, but you will be my first subject to NOT have the option of life. Thankyou for participation (F/L).
The radio cuts, and my mind wirls. There's no way. This can't be I worked so hard already! Went through so much pain! All for nothing??!? " "
You sick sick FUCKER".
Your words laced with venom. Burning just as fiery acid burns my skin. Small pieces of my body begin to trickle blood, your head is pounding, feeling like you're going to throw up. The adrenaline begins to wear off and you start to really feel the cuts. The blood seeping through the bandages begin to pool onto the floor. All of your hope of escape pooling with it. In a last effort to escape you pound your bloody fists on the steel door. Shrieking in agony of the defeat. "I should have won, I did everything right. Why why why!" Your head begins to fog, and you slink down to the floor of the door. You hide your head in your arms and fall into the fetal position. Tears streaming down your cheeks you sob. Hands grasping at your scalp as everything continues to sizzle away. As everything begins to fade to black you hear a trap dor opening. The masked individual you saw before is emerging out of the once smooth wall. She looks around, your vision, although agonizing and blurry, you can see a masked figure running towards you. Her lengthy jet black hair and red robe flying in the wind. You feel her gently but hastily swoop you into her arms. She supports your head on her shoulder and pins you tightly to her chest, bridal style, she brings you towards the trap door. She slams it shut, with the sound of screeching metal, locks out the gas horrors of the game. She continues with you in her arms as she speed walks to the nearest private room. Her pounding footsteps echo throughout the cold harsh, and almost cavernous nature of the building. You embrace her almost warm touch. Without even thinking you nuzzle your head into the leathery fabric of her robes. You wimper into her soft chest. This gains a small, "You'll be alright, I've got you" from the masked protector. Some part of you, the stupidest part of you, believed her, and felt your eyelids begin to close. Before you fell asleep you felt what you could only describe as a light peck on your forehead. With that, you promptly decided to embrace that small safe haven that was this masked savior, and fell asleep in her iron grasp.
Don't really know where this story is gonna go, but yall are along for the ride. am still open to requests!
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Teachers Pet- Chapter 71: Him
I decided to no longer add the cover picture to each Chapter but here is an update. as always more chapters are available on my Wattpad!
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It was around four in the morning and Severus was still sitting next to me on the bed, admiring my peaceful frame. He reached over pushing some hair from my face and I gently turned my head with the feeling of fingers brushing across my cheek. Slowly opening my eyes I could feel the sore ache go through my body as I saw a worried Severus staring down at me with furrowed brows, I went to sit up but he gently laid me back down,
"Y/n for Merlin's sake what in the hell were you thinking?" he whispered in a stern tone.
"Its good to see you too Sev." was all I mumbled before mustering the strength to push myself up into a seated position, feeling his cold hands snake around me helping me up.
"How long was I gone?" I asked confused and disoriented.
"Its Tuesday morning if that helps, you have been asleep since we got to you." he said in a soft voice, not taking his hands from my back and waist.
"I feel horrible." I muttered looking down at my appearance, lifting up the shirt, I noticed the red lines across my skin.
"Oh.." I said softly, holding in any exclamations at my gruesome appearance.
"You were attacked by your father." he stated and I nodded.
"I remember that and I remember almost getting out before everything went dark. But what did he do to me, there were scratches all over my body, a-and they wouldn't stop bleeding."
I said my voice shaking as I recalled the events, holding back tears that had been held in since Voldemort told me that story, or the plan. Flashbacks to the endless amounts of blood that had dripped from my body, and the stabbing pains that came with. That I silently sobbed to in the bathroom, wrapping them up, and being reminded over and over again about my sisters disheartening tale. Not being able to close my eyes without thinking about the fear and helplessness she felt. Over and over imaging the words she used to plead at my father, the tears she must have been shedding, the screams that no one would hear; over and over in my head.
"Darling I'm so sorry we didn't find you sooner." Severus said with a somber tone and face and I just looked down, "He hit you with Sectumsempra, it causes severe hemorrhaging I-I don't understand how you survived." he stammered out, trying to keep his composure. I was pulled from my thoughts.
"What is that I don't think ive heard of it before?" I asked confused and he looked away.
"It's a spell that...I created.." he mumbled remorsefully. The slight fear in his eyes over being the cause for my injuries. I could tell he was tearing himself up on the inside at the sentence, "I made it when I was a teen to use on my bullies." I watched his face flood with guilt. "I'm so sorry."
I shook my head. "hey.. did you use it on me? No. I don't blame you Severus, I would never ever blame you for something you created back then." I looked him in his eyes and he just nodded silently. "He told me the whole plan, you know." I scoffed, running my hands over my face. "He sat there and explained to me how he killed my sister, and how it was my Fathers idea." I groaned, my brows furrowing as I whined at the thought, feeling a few stray tears make their way down my face. Severus quickly pulled me into him and I leaned against his warm frame.
"I'm so sorry love." he whispered and I shook my head.
"I struck him only a few times before throwing him to the wall, but it wasn't enough. I want him dead, Ill find a way to kill my father Severus, even if I kill myself in the process, Im doing it. No one deserves to rot in hell more than that man." I hissed my tears being wiped away by the sweet man beside me, feeling my skin grow hot as I grew angry.
"Y/n please, getting yourself killed will not benefit a soul." he attempted to calm me down. I paused thinking for a moment, going quiet as I thought hard about the situation I was in.
"But what if that's it Severus?" I said and he looked at me confused, brushing my hair from my face, "What if the only way to keep Voldemort from using my power is by me dying?" I said and he quickly shook his head.
"No that's absurd." he retorted quickly.
"but think about it," I sighed.
"No I prefer to not think about that." he interrupted and I continued.
"Hes not going to stop until he gets me again, until I join him. He created me for this purpose and the only way to stop him is killing me before he gets the chance. It makes perfect sense." I said in a more astonished voice than necessary.
"That is the most idiotic idea ive ever heard, youre not dying let alone killing yourself." he scoffed, making me look him in his eyes, in his deep velvety voice he reassured me, "I swear that we will find another way to stop this ok? Until then, be careful, and don't go off with strange people." he looked at me with his dark compassionate eyes and I huffed, placing my hands on his shoulders and straddling his lap, feeling his strong hands grab my legs and pull me closer, comfortably so we were face to face.
"Severus, I need you to promise me that if it comes down to it, you can do the right thing and kill me. If he ever gets ahold of me, or puts me under a spell in which I am not myself, I need you to do it. Okay?" I said in a somber but serious tone looking back and forth between his eyes, they were dark and sparkling, staring back into mine. Attempting to read every emotion I let through, checking for any signs that I wasn't dead serious.
"Honey, you're not serious." He scoffed and I put my hands on the side of his neck and jaw making him focus on me.
"Promise?" I asked once more and his eyes fluttered, his face stiffened and any sign of joy left his eyes as the realization sunk in. That I was serious and this wasn't a dream. He nodded hesitantly, not tearing his eyes from mine.
"I-" he stopped and looked away scoffing, "No I can't, I'm not going to promise that, it's ridiculous." I frowned cupping his cheek turning him to me, "Please," I started and he reached up grabbing my hand and brought it down.
"Its not even in the question Y/n. I will not ever let them get close again." Pushing my hands down and away, he went to move, I grabbed his shoulders keeping him still, but he once again grabbed my hands pushing them away, "No." he argued and we wrestled our arms for a moment before he grabbed my wrists with more force and looked at me. I stayed silent thinking about the many different things that Voldemort would do, that way he could put me under his spell, make me hurt people, make me hurt the people I cared for, even hurt Severus. Tears slowly filled my eyes.
"If, Severus, If it happens, and I ask you to do it, I want you to, I need it to be you." I said my voice shaking a bit, staring into his eyes and not breaking the gaze. "Please." I pleaded and he tried to hide his defeated expression, giving me a cold stern stare.
"Fine. I promise." he said in a deep horse tone. I gave him a small smile, blinking away the tears and he gently wiped them. I slowly pulled him in for a kiss. Placing my lips to his and holding onto his shirt. Pulling away he placed his forehead to mine, "I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe." I nodded, smiling.
"I know, I love you." I blushed and he smiled, kissing me once again. I felt his hands tangle in my hair and I kissed him slowly, proving my love for him and humming into the movement. He put his hands on the sides of my legs and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling in closer to him, there wasn't any more space left between us and I felt butterflies swarm my stomach as I realized just how close we got. He pulled back allowing us to get some air. I smirked at him with red cheeks and he let out a light laugh.
"We should get some more rest." I stated looking over at the clock. He nodded and I crawled off of him crawling back into the covers. He pulled them over me, changing out of his clothes behind me and crawling in as well. I looked over my shoulder and saw him still sitting with his back on the headboard.
"Severus, you need to sleep, you have to teach in a few hours." I stated and he just ignored me. Not moving from his spot and keeping an eye on me. I turned around and once again rested my head on his chest, cuddling up to his side. Hoping that my actions would allow him to doze off.
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FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #8 bitter talks an icey heart shattered shattered
valdederon and evergreen soon wrap up thier meal and make thier trek back to the guild in silence after 15 minutes 5 from walking to the guild and about 10 minutes heaing up to the guild masters quarters valdederon weakly enters the room and knocks on the door ears folded and tail between his legs half expecting to be chewed out for trying to run away.
kleo-- welcome back hun how did your bath go take a seat bud
valdederon walks over to the nest and sits by her whimpering alittle
valdederon--i..im ready t. to talk p.please dont hate me for what you might hear.
kleo perks up and gives a frown feeling the tension and fear in his voice.
kleo-- i will never hate you val.. never i love you i love you dearly.
valdederon begins talking about his past in vivid detail and the horrors he comitted during his 1 sided war against demon kind kleo listening atentively not uttering a word untill valdederon begins to tear up only to yelp as kleo coils around him.
kleo--- val .. valdederon you are no longer just a human and a wizard.though im saddened to hear what youve don it doesnt change the fact i love you and i want you to be my son.. our son.. taiga and i both feel this way youve brought a.. strange and chaotic life to this sleepy guild in the middle of pheonix valley. youl always have a home here.. and maybey you should become a dungeon delver.. or even a pheonix hawk.. a special job were your alowed to do dungeon delving and exploring but also seek out and arrest out laws help villages and citties rebuild from storms or quakes. take your time and think on it but your far to powerful to stay here couped up for ever.
valdederon stares at her speachless and wimpers softly but accepts the sudden and loving family.
valdederon--- im sorry for destroying the training hall.. the other week or when ever i….incnerated it..i was.. not ..um..my mind was a mess.. and the nightmares are always just flashbacks.. of the most horible parts of ny past..i hope they stop soon.
kleo--- its ok hun for now lets get your leg muscles built back up and then back into school.. you got alot of catching up to do mister…
valdederon growls weakly not realy wanting to go but relents knowing he still needs to learn about the world to better survive it.
over the next few nights valdederon works on the home work and school assignments he missed out on while in the hospital and over the days before the nigths exercises his leg muscles still having nightmares each night even setting taiga on fire one night having a battle flash back and unleashing a flame thrower attack in his sleep.
taiga--- kleo.. that kid is a menace in his sleepo you do know that right..
kleo--- oh come on hes only burned you once.. your a serperior youl be fine..
taiga--- an the half a dozen scorch marks in our bedroom walls… we need to find some one to help with his constant nightmares and flash backs.. you and i both know at some point it wont be just flame thrower or ember he learns.. hes a braixen now but what happens when he evolves into a delphox.. need i remind you what he did as a braixen to the training hall.. witch set us back a hard 70,000 mewns… ( mewn a currency in the world that is pressed psychickly to have mew mother of all pokemon on the front and a zoroark on the back and was created by a zoroark 1 mewn is equivelant to 200 usd ) …
kleo sighs--- i know im looking hun just bear with the kid hes starting to finaly open up to us.
taiga smiles seeing valdederon out cold in a mess of books paper an ink well and fountain pen crudely crafted by his own paws spilled over .
taiga--- atleast its a saturday ill go head out and post some more quests.. we just got a new stack of out law bounties.. the dungeons are causing all maner of chaos lateley.. its getting worse evry year.
kleo---ok babe just becarefull not to throw out your back.. ha ha your 347th birthday is today
taiga--- oh can it you old broad were literaly a year a part in age ha ha ha ha
kleo-- oh but im far younger in apearance. i am a mighty milotic the goddes of the sea its self while you look as if you went 3 rings in a boxing mach against a a roided up machamp and lost 7 times ha ha.
taiga-- ha ha ha well beeing guild master is stressfull.. dont worry ill be fine
he heads out just as valdederon sits up paper half stuck to his face as he yawns.
kleo--- morning sleepy lets get your mess cleaned up
valdederon---- so.. about becoming a pheonix hawk. what does it entail.. ive been craming all the knoledge i can about this world but i dont know if theres much more the guild has.. ive read all the books you and evergreen gave me.
kleo--- how about we head up to the archives on the 78th floor in the wet tower . theres about 40,000 books or more up there i havent been up in awhile and were always getting new books.. last time i went up was about 86 years ago i think.
valdederon---ok. so this guilds been around for a good bit.. whats the history of it like..
kleo--- ha ha ha.. good on you for not asking my age kiddo.
valdederon blushes and holdshis stomach
valdederon---my old master would have have beat the tar out of me for asking that… she did once… but in a sparing sesion were she decided to go extra hard on me.. i learned quickly to keep quiet.
kleo--- ah.. i see so you did make that mistake on asking aldy her age.
valdederon--- unfortunately… yes.. several times but yea im up for a trip to the archives.. but ..could i ride on your back.. my legs are still weak and i wore my self out last night.. my muscles feel like im beeing jabed with needles and pins.
kleo--- ha ha ha sure bud
they head up to the archives valdederon finaly takking a look at the once sleepy and quiet guild to see its prety walls stone lined with wood collums almost like an ancient castle fortress the trip up takes an hour when they enter the archive room its lined with book shelves easily 200 feet up to the cieling and the room the size of a large mansion.
valdederon--- good lord this place is huge.
kleo whistles in shock--- far more then my last visit …..far…far. more. ..miss vex were here for a few books anything on the history and stare of the world as it is now and was in the past
a small abra with faded scales and a tired look floats up to the book shelves and chuckles
vex--- you are wondering about my age arent you.. the both of you.. though the braixen doesnt want to ask… he he well im about 3,579 years old i was this ancient stone beuties guard pokemon since the day i was born….. take a seat it will be awhile bfore i can get to them books.. gota search all the shelves.
a slow 20 minutes pass before vex floats over with 7 sizable books and opens hersmokey white eyes and stares into valdederons eyes before closing them with a gentel smile.
vex-- your spirit is strong but in chaos. if you ever need to speak about it come see me in the archives
valdederon nods and grabs the stack of books and opens one up to read it. after finishing the book he starts reading another silently tail wagging softly making kleo smile brightly
kleo--- ill let you read hun ill be in my room resting i didnt get much sleep last night because of some late night guild business
valdederon gives a silent nod and continues reading the day rolls by slowly by mid afternoon hes finished all but one of the books when vex comes over with an oran berry tart with pecha berry juice.
vex--- here brought you some food and drink. youve been reading for hours with out a break any reason why.
valdederon-- im an from another world and i need to learn about this world .. and thanks for the snacks vex.
he eats the tart and drinks the juice and stretches out gently before going back to reading the last book. after finishing it he yawns and growls beeing picked up by taiga with his vines.
taiga--- dont you growl at me like that your mother my let you avoid your afternoon naps when im not around but your still a 5 year old and need them.. out worlder or not. your laying down for a nap.
valdederon--- id much rather go to the training room and practice my moves and exercise my legs.
vex chuckles as taiga lifts up the stuborn braixen.
taiga--- your already half asleep bud i doubt youl be awake much longer any way… and your always cranky when you dont rest. especialy lateley with all the lat enight cramming for tests and home work.
vall growls alittle more before yawning but not a single ember is in sight wile he growled.
taiga carries him down to thier room half way there and valdederon falls asleep on taigas back purring softly .and waking up a couple hours later in his nest grogily . he stretches out and rubs his eyes growling
valdederon--- curse this childs body its betrayed me again… i cant wait untill im older in this body. but atleast now i know enough about this world to survive.. guess having a new family could be fun.
he gets up to execises his legs by walking to the mess hall and back a few times soon running into neegan whos drinking a glass of a strange smelling drink his face red and tears fresh on his face.
valdederon--- whats wrong neegan.
neegan sighs swirling his drink ---- its my friends birthday today.. hes a pansear.. god.. the last time i saw him i was on his case about his un controlled attack in a dungeon..im such an ass hole the kid just learned a new move and i should have been happy for him but.. i. treated him like he was a criminal because people in our raid got hurt some worse then others.
valdederon---oh..uh …
valdederon takes the drink out of neegans hands as he hicups clearly abit heavy into it and walks neegan to his quarters
valdederon--- you should write him a letter.. let him know how you feel.. im sure hes upset about what happened.. if you guys are best friends you should both have a talk.. but you should rest up first
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I LOVE YOUR FICS SO MUCH OML-
may I please have a kaz brekker x reader where reader is usually this very sweet person and a lot of the dregs like her, but then one day, like a freind of hers dies and she just breaks, like sobbing and crying and then a lot of anger where she promises to make the people who killed her friend suffer and kaz is just shook and worried and tries to calm his girlfriend down, and the she gets pissed at him and then apologizes later?
okay this is actually a bit confusing, but still um, THANK YOU SO MUCH<3
(im really shy rn)
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ahh that's okay it's not confusing i got it! ty for requesting <33 this is the longest thing i've written on this account
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pairing; kaz brekker x reader
category; angst, fluff, htc
summary; you're a ray of sunshine in the darkness of the barrel, but it was going to catch up with you eventually
warnings/content; mention of death, canon level violence, mention of blood, sorta spoilers for six of crows and crooked kingdom, like one swear word
other; fem!reader, i continue in my resolve to ingore and erase ********'s death, fem!friend
the barrel was a life force.
a dark, twisted, living and breathing concept that channeled the worst of the worst, generating evil in every heart and exploiting what it couldn't contaminate.
there are always slivers of happiness to be found, as there are everywhere, but it was sparse. spread thin.
but you, you were one of them. a ray of hope that lit up where you walked. you seemed to have perfected the balance of surviving the barrel - you were tough, you were strong, but you were also kind and loyal and loving.
nobody thought kaz brekker would pay you any mind. they assumed he'd ignore you as he ignored the rest.
after the ice court heist however, you were one of the eight crows, and those people reevaluated. maybe he would have some use for you.
not for a second did any of them consider the possibility that in a years time, you would be his girlfriend, and you'd be running the dregs in sync.
none of them thought of it, but they were bloody well grateful. you were a nicer boss to be working under at any rate.
around the slat, the dregs had grown accustomed to your smile, your chatter, your general positive presence when you arrived back from a job, taking time to ask about their days and families.
but one cold winter night, you had yet to return. you weren't on a heist, you weren't scouting, you'd just gone for a walk with your friend. five hours ago.
kaz's jaw was almost locked in place as he stared at the door, willing you to walk through it.
he gave it another two minutes before shaking his head, leaving the newly-wed jesper and wylan to control the dregs while he was our looking for you.
it didn't take him long.
you sat in alley not far from the slat, with your kness pressed to your chest as you laid all your weight onto the wall behind you and stared straight ahead, hardly blinking. the grimy floor beneath you was blood-soaked, as were your clothes and hands. none of it was yours, and that was almost more terrifying.
further up the back street were three bodies, two with empty stab wounds that kaz connected to the knife you gripped in your trembling hand, and one with multiple bullet holes.
with a sick, sinking sensation in his stomach, he recognised your friend, someone you were closer to than anyone, even him in some ways. she was the body closest to you - in fact, it appeared you'd only just let her go, laying her next to your figure, racked with crying.
you were shaking violently, tear tracks pushing through the dirt that had accumulated on your face from what he assumed to be a fight. bruises spread across your jaw, and he didn't want to think about how long you'd been here.
his heart felt weak as he looked at you.
"y/n?" in the fourteen months you'd been with kaz, never had you heard such softness in his voice. there was always an edge, always something. but now he just seemed vulnerable, almost as much as you.
you couldn't reply, a harsh but strained sob leaving you when you attempted. it opened a dam, an onslaught of tears staining your skin.
your entire mind was fuzzy, and you barely registered him lifting you from the ground, half-carrying you back to the slat as you were practically limp.
waters rose to his neck, crimson this time, but he kept his head above it with gritted teeth, pushing it away as best he could to get you home.
hours later, you were in clean clothes, hair almost dry. a blanket was wrapped around your figure and you barely even realised you were in kaz's room.
the next day, you knew it was the next because light filtered in from the cheap curtains, you awoke from a short and fitful sleep you'd accidentally fallen into. kaz had long since been awake, leaving a tray of food at the side of the bed. you recognised the waffles nina had taught him to make, before she and matthias took off on holiday, and you almost broke down again there.
kaz had heard you waken from his office, and he instantly knocked on the door connecting the two rooms. you mumbled a disheartened 'come in' that he just caught through the door.
"hi."
he winced at your dejection, before replying, "mornin'."
you gave it a second to collect your thoughts before letting out a shuddering breath that hurt your chest, before whispering, "they jumped us. ex-dime lions. the last now, i think. i haven't found anymore. and they... shot at me. but. well, you saw. she reacted quicker than i did, and she-"
your voice broke and you gave up, dissolving into a teary mess again. he got the point.
he didn't say sorry. or it would be okay. or any other empty consolation people typically had to offer, because it meant nothing in the barrel.
you cast your mind, unintentionally, back to the previous night.
"please, please, stop that you're scaring me!" you begged, trying not to shake your friend who was loosing more blood than you could staunch with the fabric you'd ripped from the men who'd shot her. they were dead now.
her laugh was still warm, but it was accompanied by a bubble of blood that made you groan in fear. the colour was leaving her face each minute.
"hey, i'll be fine. where i'm going... well, i don't know where it is, but it can be worse than the barrel can it," she joked, and you couldn't see a trace of fear in her eyes, not like she could in yours, "you know the deal, c'mon y/n. no mourners..."
you managed to choke out a reply, "no funerals."
her wish was clear enough. it was something she'd expressed to you before - those were the kinds of conversations necessary to have with loved ones when you lived in ketterdam.
leave her where she was. she didn't want an expensive burial that would drain your pockets, if the remaining council would even grant you it. of course, wylan was in a position to help. but as she always said,
"i'll die the way i lived, thank you. no bullshit memorials from some robed guy who's being paid to act like he knew me. frame a letter i wrote you somewhere and leave it at that. oh, and maybe i'll get someone to put those adorable little candles from the marketplace somewhere, they're so cute."
she left it there.
and that was what you did. it's what you'd been working on all day, a montage of letters you'd exchanged, covered in a clear protective layer you'd found and slotted into the best frame you could find.
"you need to eat darling." kaz prompted, seeing you hadn't touched the waffles. it was well into the afternoon now.
"can't." you mumbled, twisting your hands anxiously now that you were done with your project. what now? what could you do without her?
he sat down onto his bedroom floor with you, looking less intimidating than usual as he pushed the tray towards you, "you need to."
you looked up, pained, "kaz, you don't... i don't even... she- she was so much to me, okay? there's like a pit inside me and i can't close it. she's just gone. how can a person just be gone? i don't know enough about who i am without her, i can't- she's not here."
there was no crying this time. you'd exhausted that chance within your body, having nothing left for tears. now, you were hollow.
but kaz didn't care. it never bored him. he stayed with you for all the months it took for you to even begin feeling like a part of you returned. he kept an eye on you on jobs, when you got a little too reckless without her tethering you to life. but one look at him and you had your tether.
she was gone, but you weren't, and deep down you knew she needed you to live for her, screw all consequences.
there was one mourner.
but the thing about your mourning is that you were alive. and you would continue to be alive, not without her as you thought. she lived in your memory.
the dregs soon noticed your return to the beam they were familiar with. they also noticed, burning around the slat at all times, little novelty candles, in many assorted shapes.
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touch
soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
series masterlist // next
part one
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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this !! i am a sucker for soulmate au’s <3 let me know what u guys think and if u guys want a part 2 !!!
Bucky awoke to the sound of the guards unlocking the door, the metal creaking as Alexander Pierce walked in, waving the guards off to leave the two alone.
“you have another mission today” the man spoke smoothly, bucky getting up from his small bed and staring at the man infront of him, “you need to finish this before it gets out of hand” pierce spoke, eyeing the soldier as he stared blankly ahead.
“Do you understand?” He questioned, bucky looked at him, nodding his head silently as the guards took him out, taking him to get ready for his mission.
He had stopped resisting, he had nothing left, he couldn’t remember much and he had no idea who he even was. Bucky followed the motions, suiting up and grabbing his weapons alongside the other HYDRA agents.
You frowned at steve and natasha, grumbling to yourself as Sam let you into the house.
“im y/n, sorry about these two” you smiled at the man, extending your hand out and turning to your two friends.
“thank you for coming y/n, we really need you” Steve spoke, natasha nodding in agreement as she dried her hair slowly.
“yeah, yeah everyone always needs me” you joked, sitting next to them and rubbing your eyes, “woke me up from my nap so this better be good” you spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.
Steve and natasha explained the situation, telling you what they knew about the winter soldier, you soaked in the information, attempting to google him but coming up with almost nothing.
“hm, so you want me to do what, exactly” you questioned, looking at the trio staring back at you.
“fight with us, help us, we have to stop HYDRA” Steve spoke, looking at natasha before continuing, “i don’t know who to trust and” he sighed, “we know we can trust you, are you in?”
You smiled, getting up and pulling the three in for a hug, sams eyes going wide.
“of course I’m in, i care about you guys too much to let you die alone” you chuckled, pulling away, looking at Sam before speaking up, “no ones dying by the way, right?”
The four of you were on the rooftop, getting information out of Sitwell, laughing when natasha kicked him off.
“What about that girl from accounting, Laura?” Natasha spoke, looking at Steve as he thought about the woman’s name.
“Lillian! Lip piercing right?” Natasha nodded and Steve shook his head.
“yeah I’m not ready for that” you laughed at the two lightly.
“you should get with the time have a little fun!” You teased, Natasha smiling as you sided with her, nodding her head excitedly.
As Sam brought Sitwell back you began the interrogation, threatening to throw the man off for good is he didn’t start talking. Your eyes were steely and they let you handle him, getting all the information you needed.
“i didn’t know you could be so-” sam stopped, trying to find the right words.
“evil?” Natasha offered.
“terrifying?” Steve chuckled and Sam nodded.
“Insight launched in 16 hours” you spoke up, checking your phone, Natasha nodded speaking up after you, “we’re cutting it kinda close here.”
Steve looked ahead with furrowed brows nodding his head, “well use him to bypass the DNA scans and bypass the helicarriers directly.”
Sitwell scoffed next to you, blabbering on about you something, you rolled your eyes, going to say something when someone reached through the window and threw him out, your eyes going wide.
“what the fuck!” You screeched, looking up and seeing who you assumed was the winter soldier.
Your eyes were wide as you stared out the windshield, a tug in your chest as you saw him sliding across the concrete, steadying himself with his metal arm.
Natasha pulled her gun out, aiming at the man. A car rear ended you, pushing you forward and knocking your wind out. The soldier jumped atop the car, holding on tight as the truck behind you pushed you all foward.
Sam pressed on the breaks, trying to steer away from the other cars. A metal hand reached through the windshield and tore the steering wheel out from his grasp.
“shit!” Sam yelled, eyes wide as the car drove into another, Natasha reaching her gun and shooting in hopes of hitting the masked man.
Steve grabbed onto the three in the front, looking back at you with wide eyes.
“go!” You yelled, scrambling to open the door before the car crashed into the wall.
“hang on!” Steve called, jumping out, with you bracing yourself for the impact seconds after, you flew out the door, hitting the ground with a thud.
You ran to join natasha and Sam, ducking behind cars to avoid the bullets, finally pulling out your pocket knife and hitting one of the men in the chest, running again as they shot at you three even more.
You and natasha jumped down, holding onto her as she shot something under the bridge to swing from.
The two of you landed safely, you pointed to the shadow of the solider, running alongside her to shoot at the man.
You both aimed and fired, hitting his giggled and causing him to turn back. You let out a sigh, hoping they would give you a minute to recover. You both ran for cover as he leaned back over, machine gun in hand and shooting wildly.
“fucks sake” you let out, breathless as you aimed to shoot back at him, running for cover once again, hiding behind the parked cars. Your eyes focusing on the bus steve had fallen into, relief flooding your body when you saw him jumping out and hiding behind the shield safely, eyes moving to the highway and seeing Sam shooting from above.
“I’m gonna leave this recording here, ill sneak up behind him and then you try and get him, we can double team him” Natasha spoke, you nodded, letting her record the memo before setting it down and running.
Your heart raced as you saw the soldier approach the vehicle, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Natasha ran to tackle him from behind you noticed the amount of people still around you, the explosion next to you sending people flying.
“shit” you mumbled, running to help them as Natasha held her own.
“get out of the way! Run! Get out of here” you yelled, pointing at those in frenzy to run in the opposite direction, you glanced over your shoulder, Natasha being thrown into a car.
As you turned to help her you noticed a little girl crying, alone. You debated for a second before running up to her, taking her in your arms and handing her off to some random adult who was fleeing.
Natasha had messed the man arm up, joining her in her sprint as you all yelled for people to move and to take cover. You heard the whirl of a bullet and natasha groan, doubling over next to a car.
“take of her!” Steve yelled, holding off the soldier. You let eyes were wide, putting pressure on Natasha wound and looking around.
“you’re gonna be fine” you told her, looking into the car and breaking the window with your elbow, opening the compartment in the passengers seat and smiling when you found a first aid kit.
“come on” you mumbled, moving her gently and cleaning the wound, doing your best with what little you had. You tried to bandage her, the sound of the bullets hitting Steve’s shield making your hands shake.
“go help them, I’ll be fine” Natasha groaned out, you hesitated before nodding, running to where Steve was.
You hid behind a car, watching as he shoved a knife into a van, barely missing Steve’s head.
You jumped from behind the car as Steve reached to grab his shield, hitting the metal armed man, you used your body weight to twist him back.
Visions flashed in your eyes, quick flashes of a man with a charming smile and beautiful blue eyes. The sound of laughter echoing in your ears as the mask fell besides you. You saw the two of you cuddled up on a couch, you saw two two of you watching a sunset while on a picnic, giggles falling from your mouth.
Bucky saw it too, his mind flashing with pictures of a life he didn’t recognize, seeing you, his mission in them. He saw you cuddled at his side, he saw you on a stage together singing with lyrics on a screen, he saw the two of you rescuing a white cat from the rain. Bucky saw you holding out a present for him, a bright smile on you face, he saw you throwing flour at him in a kitchen, cookies baking in an over.
He stayed on the ground, memories who he used to be flooding his mind, hope of who he could become clouding his judgement.
Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at you, standing in front of Steve with an equally shocked look on your face.
“it’s you” you breathed out, your heart tugging in your chest as your eyes met his blue ones, they were cloudy and they were broken but god, you already loved them.
“it’s you” he whispered. A year rolling down his face before HYDRA agents surrounded you all.
“Bucky?” Steve spoke, finally getting a good look at the man.
The super soldier stayed quiet, panic in his eyes and he looked at you, setting his weapon down. You made a move to run to him, but Sam flew in, knocking him feet away from you, Natasha soon launching a grenade.
“no!” You screamed, running to where he was. He was gone.
“No! Please i just found him no!” You cried, sinking to you knees, Sam ran over to you, holding you tightly as you sobbed, agents surrounding the four of you and telling you all to get down on your knees.
You sobbed into sams chest, only leaving his embrace when the agents ripped you from him.
Buckys eyes were wide as he sat in the chair, his heart racing as he recalled your face, your hair. He recalled the flashes he saw, his future with you.
He had something to hold onto, he had something to fight for, someone to survive for. He thought about the man who was next to you, he was familiar, he was in his old memories.
Buckys mind raced, knowing they would wipe his memories, he soaked in every last detail, praying he could hold onto to what he had after they wiped him.
He could hold onto you, his hope.
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Rengoku x reader
(Note: After three months of not writing I summed up a short almost 700 word story about Rengoku and if he survived the mugen train)
You wish you could’ve stopped your lover from leaving when he walked out that door. You wish you could’ve convinced well enough for him to stay. But he managed to slip through your fingers and now he’s lying in a bed covered with bandages.
The scene was heartbreaking to look at. Your normally cheerful Rengoku was laying in a bed half dead and barely breathing. And here you were sitting in the chair next to his bed with his hands in yours. Who knows how long you’ve been sitting there waiting for him to wake up. A yawn leaves your lips as your eyes flutter to the clock hanging on the wall. ‘1:30’ it showed, another yawn leaves your lips as you look back at rengoku. ‘His face looks so peaceful’, you noted. You place your hand on his cheek and use your thumb to stroke his cheekbone.
“Please wake up soon.” you whisper before starting to feel your eyes tear up, “And I’m sorry for not stopping you. I know im a selfish person, but when it comes to your safety. I just can’t help it.” A sad sigh leaves your lips as you stand up from your spot, “I’m going to grab some water. I’ll be right back.” You press a quick kiss against his forehead and leave the room.
After grabbing your water you walk back into the room. You set your glass on the dresser and made your way over to the window and opened the curtain to gaze out in the night sky. You watch the trees sway as the wind blow making you gasp as you felt the breeze hit your bare skin.
“What a lovely view I have” a voice cracks out behind you. You whip your head back to see that Rengoku was up. His hand was pressed against his stomach as a soft grunt escapes his lips as he tries to push himself up. You quickly rush over to him while telling him not to move. “How long have I’ve been out,” he asks.
“For a few weeks,”
His jaw drops as his eyes widen, “For a few weeks?” he repeated, and you nod. “I could’ve been training for those weeks!”
“No, you shouldn’t have been. You almost died Kyojuro, your body needs a rest.”
Rengoku stays silent as his fist clench, “If I were stronger then I could’ve killed the demon.”
“Kyojuro-”
“I’ll become stronger I promise.” He interrupts.
“Kyojuro!” You call while grabbing onto his hands. “You’re already very strong, and we’ll deal with the demon while you rest. Right now, I want you to lay in this bed until every single bone in your body is healed.”
“But-”
“No buts Kyojuro!” You interrupt. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes soften. You start to feel your tears return, “I’m just so happy that you’re okay. Do you know how scared I’ve been not knowing if you were going to wake up or not?” Rengoku frowns as he sees your tears fall from your eyes. He always hated seeing you cry especially if it’s because of him. He slowly extends his hand over to wipe the tears away.
“My love, I’m sorry that I put you through that. I never wanted this to happen especially if I know this was how it’s going to affect you.”
“No, don’t you dare apologize. None of this was your fault so don’t make it seem like it was Now, let’s worry about your over-due payment.”
“My over-due payment?” Rengoku tries to think about the things he missed but nothing comes to mind, “Dear, I think I paid for everything.”
You huff and scoot your chair closer to his bed, “Our cuddles? I mean it won’t be our normal cuddles but it’ll count.”
Rengoku laughs before laying a hand on your head, “This bed is plenty big to fit you.”
“But what about your injury?”
Your lover gently tugs at your hands trying to pull you up to him, “I’ll be okay, for now, let’s just cuddle.”
And who are you to say no to Kyojuros cuddles?
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Everything Undesired chapter 4
Chapter 3
Warning: mention of torture? Light victim blaming, Lucifer, Satan, and Beel commit murder.
“I see,” Diavolo had a contemplative look on his face. The demon lord, often seen with a jovial, bright smile plastered upon his face, now had replaced it with a more serious look as Lucifer explained just what had happened to his brother. “And you’re positive this is what happened to Mammon?”
“Asmo is certain enough that he would stake his title as Avatar of Lust on it.” Satan spoke up.
“I see, if that’s the case then I will permit you up to the human world to pay these women a visit. Make sure they suffer, all three of you.” The warmth in his voice, his eyes, now replaced with a cold tone and a wrathful look, absolutely enraged that a demon not just under his rule, but in his cabinet no less had been assaulted in this manner. He may have failed in protecting the Avatar of Greed from this but he would see to it that a crime this grave never happened again to one of his subjects. “I’d would go in your stead to deal with them myself, but I will stay behind and work to pass legislation to ban the making of pacts freely. This will not happen again; I swear it on my life and my throne.”
And with Diavolo’s permission the three Avatars were off, out for blood for the travesty that befell their brother. Once they were gone, Diavolo turned to his butler.
“Barbatos, did you foresee this at all? Was there not anything we could have done differently to prevent this?” For as angry as he is, the demon lord feels a certain sense of guilt for what happened to the white-haired demon. What kind of ruler cannot protect one of his subjects from something so heinous?
“In another reality, yes.” He nodded, “But never in this one specifically, my Lord.”
“What happens next?”
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The three Avatars stand outside the residence of the witches. Lucifer is the first to step forward, demon form manifesting from the wrath coursing through his being. The aura he emits is suffocating to all around him. A knock on the door is all the courtesy he plans to give them tonight.
When the door opens, there is a collective gasp.
“L-Lord Lucifer,” One of the sisters steps back as the three demons barge their way inside the building. “To what do we owe the honor of this visit from not only you, but your younger brothers as well?”
“Do not. DO NOT ACT AS IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO OUR BROTHER!” Satan roars, his demon for making its appearance. He’s ready to go on the attack however it’s Lucifer that stops him with a simple wave of the hand.
“We know everything you’ve done.” The eldest’s voice is cold, gaze calculated. “You’ve not only laid a hand on one of my brothers, but my favorite one at that. That in and of itself is enough to warrant your deaths, but to cause him such suffering will ensure they are not quick.
With another wave of his hand, the Avatar of Pride bound the three women before letting his brothers have a go at the other two. The eldest was his.
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Asmo took a step into his brother’s room and was devastated to see the look on his brother’s face. He looked so broken; his cheeks soaked with tears as Asmo heard Arella speaking.
“You don’t have to do it if you’re not strong enough for it. I’m sure there are alternatives we could find if you can’t. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. We all will help you if you decide to go through with this.”
The demon’s curiosity was piqued. Just what we’re they talking about?
“’Rella, I can’t ask that of any of you. This is my punishment for bein’ so powerless.”
Asmodeus cleared his throat to gain her their attention.
“What are you two talking about? Did something else happen?”
Arella only picked up the phone and handed it to him. What he saw was enough to pull a gasp from the demon. It made him sick.
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As soon as it had begun, the torture was over. None of the three brothers had even broken a sweat at this point. The witches hadn’t even lasted that long. Blood and viscera coat the floor, bones stick out from odd places, one has pieces missing from her body here and there- bite marks and missing flesh, even a missing arm- all courtesy of the Avatar of Gluttony.
“Beel, are you hungry or has anger tided your hunger?”
“I'm famished,” The Avatar of Gluttony confirmed.
“Go ahead and dispose of their bodies then. Make sure no trace of them remains.” The Avatar of Pride nods to his younger brother.
It was then that they heard it- the screaming cry of a frightened baby. The sound was easy to miss over the shrieking and wailing- the pleas for mercy that would never come. One by one, their heads turned to the sound just upstairs as they all came to terms with the fact that a child had been born from this travesty.
Satan was the first to move as he climbed the stairs. Just off to the right was a tiny nursery and lying in the crib, he found the child. All of his instincts were screaming at him to do away with the infant. He almost did had it not been for Lucifer’s hand placed on his shoulder. They were soon joined by Beel as all three of them peered down at the tiny child below them.
“What do we do?” Beel asked.
“Do we take them with us? Or do we leave them to the proverbial wolves?”
Both brothers looked to the eldest, demanding an answer. For the first time, the Avatar of Pride doesn’t have the answer. Does he take the life of an innocent child or does he subject his brother to a lifetime of suffering? It's an impossible decision to make where either party ultimately loses in the end.
Lucifer reaches down and takes the infant into his arms, a pained look on his face as he scrutinizes the infant’s appearance. Suddenly, he’s flashing back to his time as an angel, back to the first time he ever held Mammon in his arms. The child is an exact carbon copy of their father, no apparent features from his mother or her sisters, this was the best case scenario, but the little one looks sickly- likely due to the lack of demonic influence that would have been received from their father had he been present during the pregnancy.
Finally, after remaining silent for what felt like eternity Lucifer spoke up. “The child doesn’t look long from this world. We’ll wait for morning. If they survive the night, we’ll take them with us- let Mammon decide what to do with them.”
The other two nodded as Beel went back downstairs to finish the meal he had started.
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“You don’t have to take him, Mammon.” Asmo kept staring at the photo on his brother’s D.D.D. as he spoke.
“He has no one else, Asmo,” The white-haired demon frowns. “I can’t just leave him to die and it’s not like I can just give ‘im away either. As much as I hate it, he’s the heir to everything I am- the next Avatar of Greed, the next ruler of the fourth layer. It’ll be hard at first, but I’ll force myself to look past what happened to me. This isn’t his fault, so why punish him for the crimes of his mother and her sisters? He’s innocent in all this.”
“Even now,” the Avatar of Lust chuckled sadly, “after all these years, you still have the heart of an angel, don’t you? You aren’t thinking about what this will do to you, are you? He’ll be a constant reminder of your trauma. Is that really fair to you?”
“It isn't, but when has life ever been fair? If life was fair, we wouldn’t ’ve lost Lilith- wouldn't ‘ve fallen from the Celestial Realm.” He wiped at his eyes.
“No. It’s not, but I still think this is a bad idea for you. None of us will stop you if this is what you want to do but you shouldn’t do it just out a sense of obligation.” Asmo placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You should only keep him if you want to.”
At the look of resignation on Mammon’s face, Arella placed a hand on his back. “We’re here if you need us. If it gets to be too much, I can help care for him, okay?” She echoes the words she had said previously.
“Babe, you don’t-”
“I know I don’t, but I want to.” She smiled softly. “We’re in this together. All of us.” She looked to the strawberry blonde demon as he nodded in agreement.
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Satan sat in the rocking chair next to the crib while Lucifer was on the phone notifying Diavolo of the situation as well as speaking to Arella in regards to the baby. He studied his nephew, wondering just what might happen to the little boy. Over the hours since finding him here, the tiny half-demon seemed to be getting stronger- likely from just being in the presence of his brothers and him. It was apparent that the child would be coming with them. He wondered what his brother’s reaction would be to the infant. Demons were known to kill unwanted offspring out of panic.
It was the circle of life, the blonde supposed. Not what the child deserved, but if it led to that, there was really nothing anyone could do. He was drawn from his thoughts as quiet chirps sounded from the boy. He watched as the infant brought his little hand to his mouth and he started squirming in the mass of blankets he was swaddled in.
The Avatar of Wrath looked around for a bottle or really anything that could be a source of nourishment. Of course, the newborn would get hungry eventually- that's essentially all babies at this age, eat and sleep. The demon finally finds a mini fridge on the wall opposite the crib, right next to the changing table. He had never fed a baby before but he would be willing to try as long as it kept the boy satisfied and kept him from crying. A trial by fire as they say.
Rocking the infant carefully, he slowly got up and retrieved a bottle from the fridge. It was a lot smaller than he thought an infant should take but it was good enough for the time being. Thankfully there was a bottle warmer placed on a nightstand near the crib. He placed it inside, setting the temperature at that of a human’s normal body temperature. When the milk was sufficiently heated, he gave it to the child who then suckled it down rather quickly,
“Hey now, there’s no need to suck it down so fast. You'll choke if you’re not careful.”
Lucifer had rejoined at him at this point. The scene of his brother trying so hard to feed the baby almost made him chuckle. “I can take him, if you’d like, Satan.”
“Please, I really don’t know how to do this.” He pulled the bottle away so he could transfer the child to his older brother.
“It won’t be long until the dawn. Gather up some of his things as we’ll be taking him with us. I just got off the phone with Arella. She told me Mammon plans on keeping the him.” Lucifer only sighed, wondering if the Avatar of Greed was only doing this out of a sense of obligation and responsibility.
Green to yellow gradient eyes widen in surprise at the statement. “He’s planning on keeping him? I figured he wouldn’t want anything to do with the baby.”
“As did I but, for all of our brother’s flaws, he’s still genuinely a good person. I don’t think he can really leave behind someone who needs him- especially an innocent child.” Lucifer looks down at the child who has now finished the bottle. “Hand me a rag.”
“Why?”
“Well, I would prefer not to be spat up on and now that he’s finished eating, he needs to be burped.” The eldest moved the infant to rest against his shoulder as Satan handed him the nearest rag he could find. “Babies aren’t capable of burping on their own. Now, go gather his things. I’ll tend to him for the time being."
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·A Conjured Up Death Wish·
Summary: Y/n begins to worry about how much damage Grace’s ghost can cause.
Author’s note: This was requested by the lovely @captivatedbycillianmurphy and I just have to say I instantly fell in love with this request because I love ghosts and the occult so I really hope I did it justice. As always, I wish you all the loveliest of days. ❤️
Warnings: mentions of death, ghosts and death wishes.
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“Could we take it down?” Y/n spoke almost timidly one night as she laid in bed next to her husband.
“Take what down?”
“Grace’s picture in the staircase” she said looking at tommy’s face assessing his reaction
She saw the way he seemed to stiffen at the mention of her name, specially if she was the one mentioning it.
“Why?” He asked although he knew it was unnecessary. Did he really need a reason other than her just not wanting to keep the picture of his ex-wife?
Y/n knew she had to thread lightly. Grace had always been a sensitive topic. She could lie and say she didn’t want her picture in her walls because it pained her, but she decided to go with the truth.
“I feel her eyes following me whenever I walk down the stairs”
When Tommy didn’t answer she took his hand in hers, soothingly rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand. Bringing his attention back to her
“Im not asking you to get rid of it, just maybe hang it someplace else so I don’t have to see it everyday”
Tommy squeezed her hand meaning he understood her reasons before pressing a soft kiss to her lips and giving a soft sigh
“Alright” he said before turning around, his back to her.
She scooted closer to him and pressed a kiss to his exposed freckled skin “Thank you”
A few hours later Y/n woke up with a jolt after a rather horrid nightmare revolving around the painting. Tommy, oddly enough was still in bed next to her, sleeping soundly. After trying to fall asleep again and failing miserably, she got out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom for a glass of water. She took a few deep breaths and some gulps of water trying to calm herself down.
She felt somehow guilty of having asked Tommy to take the painting down and she felt angry at herself for feeling guilty. If she was honest with herself she had never been entirely comfortable with Tommy’s previous wife’s painting hanging there She had always wanted to take it down but never felt she had a good enough reason. Had she provoked herself a hallucination out of her need to take the blasted painting down?
After pondering for a while she settled assured it wasn’t the case. There had been after all, several occasions when she had seen a whisper of Grace lingering about the house and Tommy himself. At first she blamed her tiredness but when those tiny glimpses of her never vanished y/n didn’t know what to think.
She took a long look into the the mirror hoping for her own reflection to answer all the questions she had, prioritizing her main concern.
“Are we going mad ?”
But she didn’t get an answer, what she did however get, was another glimpse of Grace gliding behind her and out the door, her cold eyes staring deep into y/n’s warm ones.
Y/n turned around so fast she knocked the glass of water off the sink and it shattered as it hit the tiled floor. She cursed at herself before bending down and picking up the shards.
Tommy was across the door a few seconds later.
“Are you alright?” He asked .A slight tone of panic evident in his voice, consequence no doubt of being woken up by the silent crashing sound of the glass.
“Yeah” Y/n dismissed. “I accidentally dropped it, sorry for waking you” she said as she continued picking up the glass.
“Leave it, love. Someone will pick it up in the morning” Tommy said a bit more relaxed.
Y/n then walked towards him with shaky feet, careful not to step into any poignant glass before turning off the lights and taking one last look at the bathroom, half expecting to see Grace there. She felt a bit relaxed when she didn’t see her.
They made their way back to the bed and as she laid there in Tommy’s arms she wanted to tell him what she had seen but decided against it.
The next day Tommy took the painting down.
Some months passed and Y/n grew accustomed to Grace’s sporadic appearances and began ignoring them. In Y/n’s eyes there wasn’t much Grace could do, she was a ghost after all. No matter how many vases she knocked over and how many deadly stares she sent at Y/n to startle her, she wasn’t afraid.
Her calmness and acceptance however began to waver when she noticed Tommy was becoming distant. His stare was always lost, his opium intake had increased significantly and his omnipresent death wish was becoming more and more evident as he made alliances with men of dubious intentions. Much to y/n’s dismay her mind began to wonder how her life would be without him.
His presence suddenly felt jeopardized, the constant invasion of a sick feeling of knowing he wouldn’t be next to her forever followed her everywhere. She felt she was walking on thin ice and at any moment, she would plunge into the ice cold water beneath against her will and she didn’t know if she could survive its gelid temperatures.
She had taken to talking to Ada about it since she didn’t know what else to do. Y/n found out Ada was worried for Tommy too and far from comforting her, knowing so made her nasty feelings feel more real because it meant she wasn’t only being paranoid.
One night when Y/n was hanging around Tommy’s home office (a habit she had picked up when he began spending less time at home) she got a phone call from Ada. She told her that Tommy had just been to her place talking about standing on bridges and seeing Grace. The moment her name rang through Y/n’s ears she repressed a shiver. She thanked Ada for telling her, hurriedly hung up the phone and began to cry.
Now she was afraid of her.
Her cries echoed through the big office as dread filled her body. Her throat became sore and her eyelids heavy. She had never been in such despair before. She didn’t know for how long she cried until the sound of tires against gravel made her look up from her mascara stained hands and as she did she saw Grace standing before her. Clear as day. She wasn’t smiling but her expression held a certain glee. Did she like to see Y/n cry?
“Leave him the fuck alone!” She shouted at her, violently standing up from his desk hoping it would intimidate her.
When Grace didn’t even flinch Y/n threw an ashtray at her. The heavy object flew right threw her and then she disappeared.
Suddenly the doors opened and in came a worn out looking Tommy . His dull expression turned worried as his eyes fell on y/n’a disheveled face.
“Y/n, what..” but Y/n interrupted him as she engulfed him in a desperate hug afraid he would disappear too.
“You can’t listen to her” y/n cried urgently into his chest “Don’t do what the voices tell you to do, don’t do what she says”
Tommy didn’t have to ask who she was talking about. He pulled away from her grasp and looked into her face.
“Love, Don’t listen to what Ada tells you about me” he said in a fake nonchalant tone.
“I love you, Thomas and I don’t want to loose you” she confessed shamelessly “I don’t know what I’d do without you”
“You won’t loose me” he spoke hypocritically as if Y/n’s worries were completely irrational.
“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend everything is alright when it isn’t” she said with red eyes. “You are falling apart and I’m here watching you and I can’t do anything while Grace lures you away
“Don’t say that” he said weakly, feeling confronted.
“She has to leave and the only one who can make her leave is you”
Tommy’s eyes glazed with sudden vulnerability coaxing a few more tears out of Y/n’s eyes. What If he didn’t want Grace to leave?
“This path you’re walking is not a very long one and if you’re holding her hand it’s going to end sooner” she said cradling his head in her hands. “Please let me in”
She could see conflict brewing in Tommy’s eyes, before he sank into her embrace in acceptance. Would things ever be as they were before?
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Traitor
chapter two
summery: it has been a little over 5 years since you left Marley and since wall maria fell. now as your friends fight for their lifes in Trost your doing all you can to get back and help save them.
It's been two years since your friends started as cadets. Today was supposed to be an amazing day for them. The 104th cadets had just graduated. You were able to watch all of them come so far since they began training. Each One of them was strong and had the ability to be in any regiment. You were surprised when most of them had told you they wanted to join the Military police. You knew even if Eren was the top of his class he'd join you. He had a goal and he needed to be a scout to succeed. When you had overheard that Annie wanted to join the MP you feared for your new found home. The armor and colossal may be strong but the female titan is equally as strong especially when it comes to speed. You could remember the training back in Marley and how Annie could always outrun you so you trained and trained to get faster until one day you finally did pass her.
Yet in her eyes you never stopped running. You kept going all the way to the enemy. The truth was when it came to you Annie she wasn't cold or distant. She was kinder to you and more open. You were like her sister. She didn't get why you left her there or why you just kept running from her.
It had been so long since you thought about that training so why were you thinking of it now of all times? You were putting your saddle on your horse so you could leave on a reconnaissance mission. “Y/n are you okay your crying?” Petra said as she walked over to you to hand your reins. You didn't know when you started crying or why. You dried your tears and took the reins from Petra ``yeah i’m okay I just thought of a friend who I haven't talked to for a while” you said sipping the leather on to your horse. She rubbed your back a little and asked if you wanted to talk about it “im okay Petra don't worry. I just think my friend is pretty mad at me.” you walked alongside her leading your horses out of the stables and to the captain and the commander. As Erwin gave you all your orders you couldn't help but wonder if Annie really did hate you for leaving. Deep down you hoped she didn't or that at least one day she'd understand why you left.
As the scouts rode down to the gates you were riding between Hange and Levi. Scanning the crowds of people you searched for your friends and smiled when your eyes were met with Armin’s blue ones. You waved to them and promised to yourself that when you got home you'd congratulate all of them for graduating last night.
Levi had grumbled something about what someone from the crowd said. You didn't pay any mind to the dark haired man's grumbling until Hange told Levi to lighten up. “Oh Hange, leave the captain be you know no matter what his fans love that scary scowl he's too pretty to be scary to them” you said with a giggle. You weren't wrong anytime you were with Levi and someone said something about him; it always seemed to be comments about how strong he is or how handsome he is.
Levi glared at you for your comment “can you two not act like the same person we only need one abnormal not two Y/n” he said as he turned away from you two.
“Did he just call you a abnormal?” you asked Hange
“yes yes he did”
“Rude”
Your mission wasn't going perfect or anything but it wasn't going horrible either. As expected many soldiers fell. You were in Hange’s section, always there to assist her or any comrades. You could fly around like Levi and take titans down like him too. Hange always thought you were like Levi in many ways not just because of your strength but because you felt strongly about all the fallen soldiers you knew much like her did. But you were quick witted and smark like Erwin and in many ways you were like her as well. As you flew around a corner taking down a titan you told the two soldiers behind you to take down the ones behind the one you were going for. It was at times like this that Hange saw all of them in you and how they helped shape you into who you are. You were truly strong and one day she could see you being a commander like Erwin.
You thought you'd be out on this mission much longer but Erwin rode up to where you were and said you were pulling out and going back to the walls. “Titans are attacking the wall just like they did five years ago” Erwin said as you got on to your horse and went to Levi to get him and his squad as well.
As you rode back to the wall you began to feel sick. You were worried for your friends and god were you mad at the ones you used to call friends. You didn't understand how they could do this. They made friends here and made friends with the other scouts who they now were killing. You knew that this had to be their doing there was no other way trost could fall.
“y/n '' Erwin said as he let his horse slow down slightly to ride next to you. “Everything will be alright.” you didn't think you could see the panic on your face but then again Erwin knew you best. Maybe he just knew you were thinking about your friends.
“I'm just concerned Commander,” you said, looking ahead of you. Trost was still quite far away. “I know they're strong but I cherish them.” ''You're scared. You're acting just like you did during your first mission, ``Erwin said looking ahead of him. He started to remember that first mission. You were scared as could be and on the way back you rode on the back of Erwins horse. You could remember crying and hiding your face in his back so none of the others could hear your sobbing. Only you knew why you were truly crying. Your home did this to all those people. All those titans you had watched eat people and kill those soldiers were people once too.
That night you spent in Hange’s room as she tried to help calm you. You cried to her about how you wished you could have saved them. Your comrades and anyone that have died because of the titans.
“Do I look that sacred?” you asked. The commander nodded as you took a deep breath. ‘They'll be alright’ you thought to yourself and loosened your grip on your reins not realizing how tight you were holding them until then.
“Your friends are strong. I'm sure they'll be okay. I hear a few of them want to join us” Erwin’s horse began to pick up pace and so did yours. You could almost always be found riding back by Erwin or Petra. Petra had become like your sister and you held her dearly so riding back with her was comforting. It was the same when it came to Erwin as well. He was like a father to you. You nodded and told him about how it's always been Eren’s goal to be a scout, how Mikasa was fast and strong like Levi and how Armin is a lot like him. The two of you spoke in a hush tone for most of the ride back.
As you all approached the walls you did all you could to calm yourself. The hole that you saw was definitely done by the colossal you didn't understand Bertholdt but right now understanding him was your last priority. Right now all that mattered was saving the people. You'd have to try and understand them later.
“Prepare yourself soldiers!” Erwin shouted. You heard Levi approach you. “Y/n follow me” he said, shooting himself over the wall. You followed right after standing on the back of your horse and shooting yourself over while the others went to another entrance to Wall Rose in order to join the rest of the garison and help save everyone.
When you came over the wall out of the corner of your eye you saw the three you grew up with ripping something off of someone you had assumed that maybe their gear was damaged and they were taking a lost comrades to help them survive. That when you heard it. You heard yelling and watched as the three of them ran away from a now defenseless person. You debated going to the person but saw a titan coming near. You knew you couldn't save them no matter how badly you wanted to.
You landed on top of the boulder that was now placed in the wall to close the large hole. Levi took down two titans as you noticed your friends. sliding down the boulder yelling for them “Mikasa! Armin!” landing safely on your feet you ran to them“where's Eren?” Armin lifted the boy a little to show you they had him. your eyes widened as you looked behind you then back at Armins arms. ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding’ you thought. Grisha was a disgusting man. He did this to his son and you were just now realizing it. The mission that the three Marleyan’s were sent on was a mission to get Eren. “fuck” you mumbled quietly as Levi landed on top of a dead titan and told them to explain what hes looking at.
This couldn't be happening. Eren, one of your best friends, had been forced to be a titan shifter by his dad. What kind of man would do that to his son? When Eren was taken somewhere by the military police you decided to look for your other friends. When you found them all you were relieved that they were okay. You thought all of them were at least. You scanned the group again realizing someone was missing. You found all of them except Marco. Your heart sank. Maybe he was just injured or not nearby. You hoped and prayed the soldier you didn't go to try and save wasn't Marco. Yet after all the remaining titans in Trost were killed your heart broke as you found out it was Marco that they killed.
You didn't want to be the ones to find Marcos' body. But here you were standing next to Jean as he began to shake. You could barely understand jeans mumbling. “Jean, breathe please” you said, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. You looked over to the lady who was now asking for his name. Once Jean had told her and she walked away you wrapped your arms around Jean hugging him tightly. He didn't say anything and neither did you. He wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you tightly. Marco was one of his best friends and he is gone now.
You decided to leave Jean with Connie and went looking for the three people you used to be so close with. You saw Annie staring at the ground and you tighten your hand into a fist and approached her as Reiner and Bertholdt walked over to her not knowing you were right there. “Leonhart!!” you shouted approaching the blonde. When her eyes met yours she was met with a look that was filled with anger. “You fucking bitch!” you shouted as you took a swing at her.
The hit never landed as Reiner caught your fist before you could hit Annie. “All three of you are horrible fucking people!” you shouted as you pulled your fist away from Reiner. “Y/n what are you talking about?” he asked as trying to approach you but you wouldn't let him get too close. You pulled away when he reached for you.
“How dare you! You killed Marco and god knows how many soldiers! You have no right to stand there and wear those jackets! Do you know how many people's blood is on all three of your hands? To many to fucking count!” luckily for them no one was around to hear your shouting. Reiner reached for you again trying to get you to stop yelling. You slapped his hand away “dont fucking touch me Reiner none of you fucking touch me” you looked over to Behrtolt “ and you how dare you break those walls! What the hell is wrong with you!!”
You of all people knew this was part of their mission. You should have been in Annie's shoes originally. You were supposed to be the female titan who was trying to go after Eren. Not her. Annie knew you knew she just didn't get why you were so upset. “Will you stop yelling y/n '' she said walking towards you.
You took a step back “I said dont touch me Annie.” you spat at her. Reiner grabbed one of your small hands with his large one. “You know this is part of our mission Y/n'' Reiner knew he'd never be seen the same way by you now. He was just trying to grab you to hug you. They killed Marco and it hurt him. He was friends with Marco and he helped kill him. It hurt. You could tell he regretted it but didn't care.
“Don't you dare say my name you traitor” you said before looking at the other two marleyans “you are all murderers. I hope you know you killed an innocent boy and ruined the lives of hundreds of families even if you did take down any titans you're still murders” you said as you walked away in tears. You heard Reiner screaming your name and trying to follow you “stop following me Reiner or so help me god”
He grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away “no you disappeared for 2 years and those are the first words you say to all of us? It's been 5 damn years. Your marleyan to you know we had to. You killed titans y/n doesn't that make you just as bad as us?”
“I may be marelyan but I'm nothing like you. You're the one who wouldn't go with me, you're the one who broke wall rose and my heart. You and those other two are the reason most of what they know as humanity is dead. You're the reason my friend is dead right now. I don't want to talk to you ever again. Leave me alone Reiner” you tried to yank your arm away but his grip was too strong. “No i won't just leave you alone dammit come back home with us” you tried again to pull away from him “i'm never going back” you said as you slapped him. The red hand print forming on Reiner's face started to sting.
“Let her go Reiner , she doesn't want to talk to you so get your hands off her” Jean said as he and Connie began to walk over to you four. You hoped they hadn't heard too much of what you said. You may hate those three but you feared Jean would hate you too if he knew. He smirked under the bandana wrapped around his face as he noticed the red hand print on reiners face.
Connie chuckled a little “damn she must have hit you hard” he said removing one of his long gloves and drying off your cheeks. You started crying again at some point. “Come on jean lets go” he said as he started to walk away with you. Jean shot Reiner a death stare for a moment before following after you two.
“You okay y/n?” Jean asked as he wrapped an arm around you. You nodded softly as the three of you walked somewhere you could sit and drink water. While the three of you sat you rested your head on Connie's shoulder as he ran his hand through your hair. It made you smile that those two were so kind to you and that they would do whatever they could to comfort you.
That night you ate dinner with the now graduated cadets. You made sure to congratulate all of them. You gave Armin a little longer of a hug then everyone else. He was still so shaken up and he was worried about Eren. He had been taken into custody almost immediately. Mikasa was shaken up but not like Armin was. When you congratulated Jean and Connie you gave them both a little kiss on the cheek as a thank you. You didn't notice the light blush on their cheeks.
The following day the commander knocked on your door wanting to speak with you. When you heard the knock and opened the door you were a little concerned to why Erwin was there and so was levi. “Hi Erwin hi Levi” you said, setting down the book you were reading and letting them in.
They both sat at a little table in your room while you sat on your bed. “y/n we need to ask you some questions about doctor Yeager '' Erwin said looking at you he seemed more serious than any other time the two of you talked. They spent quite a while speaking to you about Grisha and what you knew about the family. You didn't know much about him or what he did but you knew he had secrets and that not even Eren knew those secrets no one did other than Grisha.
It was a few days later when you saw Erwin and Levi again they were walking past your room. You followed after them “Commander Erwin can I go with you and captain Levi to speak with Eren today” you asked approaching the two men.
The commander looked at you. When your eyes meet his blue ones you are met with a look that asks you for forgiveness. “I’m sorry y/n but I can’t allow that. Only Captain Levi and I can go'' you frowned softly as he spoke. You just want to ensure he was okay but you understood that because of what happened you can’t accompany them.
“Is it alright if I go check on my other friends then?” You looked the shorter of the two and smiled softly as he nodded a quick yes. “Thanks guys let me know if erens okay please?” Erwin smiled softly at you and nodded. He had seen you go through quite a bit so seeing you smile always made him feel a little happier. You had grown so much since they had saved you. All of them notice your growth.
You couldn't find Hange that day either so you decided to spend the day with your friends from the 104th. Well at least the ones you could find Armin and Mikasa were nowhere to be found either.
You found the group after about 20 minutes of search and walked over to them “hey guys” you said sitting next to Sasha. “I brought a snack to share but don't tell captain Levi '' you took the treat out of your pocket and split it between you,Sasha, Jean, Connie, Christa and Ymir.
The group of cadets kept you distracted for most the day at least until you found out Eren's trial was today. That's why the commander wouldn't let you go see him. Even if he could let you, he was in the hands of the military police, not the scouts. You were glad to hear that Eren got placed in the custody of the scouts. Petra was the one who told you Eren got placed in their custody.
You spent days thinking about the memory you had about Annie. You had finally remembered why you started to cry that day. The day you finally started to beat Annie when you were training as kids was the day you two started to lose your connection. You kept beating her and the more you did the bigger the wall between the two of you got.
“Annie come on race me please” you begged the blonde as you tried to get her to run with you instead of training with Bertholdt. “Fine but if i beat you i get the treat your mom packed you” she said. The two of you took off after that and before Bertholdt knew it you made it back before Annie.
That was so long ago now you were 10 when that happened and never thought it would have ruined your friendship. While you loved your friendship with her you were okay with it being gone now. Now you had Christa and Sasha to be your new friends so maybe things aren't all that bad.
It wasn long after that when you were able to see Eren again. Eren and Hange got to where the two titans known as Sawney and Bean where spouse to be being held but once they arrived both titans had been killed. You saw Eren with his hood up and waved to him a little. He didn't seem to be mad or anything, just confused. You were just glad to see he was safe.
You waited for your friends while they got their ODM gear checked to see who killed Sawney and Bean. so much was happening for them today. Not only did their ODM gear have to be checked today and they had to choose a regiment. Once all their gear was checked you walked with them to their headquarters and said goodbye for the day. You'd see them that night. They all seemed so distant and hurt but you knew these past few days were so hard.
That night as Erwin stepped on to the stage to speak to the cadets you stood right beside him. Erwin was always so good with speeches and you knew even this speech despite what had happened a week ago he'd be able to pull some people to join the scouts. You just didn't expect him to bring up going on a mission to Eren's childhood home. You held up a map as Erwin spoke about one of your next missions.
When Erwin said that anyone who wished to join other regiments may leave, you were surprised to see all of your friends standing in front of all of you. Jean didn't tell you he was going to join the scouts no one did. You knew Connie was going to. You were the first person he told before you went on your mission. Everyone who was in the top had wanted to join the MP that's what they told you yet here they were. “Well commander these numbers are much better than we thought aren't they?” you said before saluting with him. “Yes, these are much better numbers than expected.”
You weren't happy they all joined you knew what being a scout meant. Anytime you left the walls there was no promise you'd come back alive. You knew though that they'd do everything in their power to come back alive and so would you. A few days later as you watched your friends put on the scout uniforms brought you many feelings, dread, hope, fear, comfort and hope. You knew that they could save humanity and change the world.
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