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queenendless · 5 months

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☯️My Senpai (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Reader ft Student!Ieiri Shoko)☯️

A/n: The canonical prequel of Ticklish Remedy aka the Cursed Seer AU!

You the late transfer, getting along with your fellow first years, while also being dote on by your senpais.

There is an allude to an ongoing mystery with you in this AU that is kinda obvious, crack kinda nonsense from everyone here, mentions of ShokoHime, and SatoSugu be kinda chaotic in this, I did the best I could to make it short but sweet!

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You're a walking mystery.

No family.

No home.

Just a wandering soul that was discovered passed out by the entrance, collapsed before the first torii gate.

Sensing the shift in balance as an abnormal source appeared out of the blue right at the doorstop, Gojo was the first to find you, followed closely behind by Geto.

Your eyes were closed, lost in subconsciousness.

But in your mind's eye, you could visualize everything transpiring. You could hear them clear as day. Gojo's curly lips as he held you in his arms, brushing your hair aside to see your face more.

“Like a little kitten~ Kawaii~”

“Less flirting, you. Best to take her to Shoko.” Geto murmured as he took you in his arms to carry you all bride-like.

“You're blushing though~” Gojo snickered.

“Shut it.” Geto's kick was halted by Infinity.

“You likey, me likey~” Gojo sang as they started climbing those stone steps.

Those two nosey felines peaked in as you awoke a while later after Shoko's healing did the trick, a cig between her quirked lips.

“Cutie pie.” Patting you on the head, she gave you a lollipop. “For being a good patient.”

“Hey! I want some!” Gojo barged in loud enough to startle you in bed, grabbing some right out of the opened bag nestled in the desk chair. “I get sweets on top on seeing this sweetie up and about for real!”

“Good to see you awake, um …” Geto's awkward trail off as he rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing your name.

“Y/n L/n.”

Those three had big sparkling eyes of wonderment the moment you replied. Even your name sounded wonderful to them.

Like, your very presence was swaying them all.

“Ieiri Shoko.” She saluted.

“Suguru Geto.” He bowed a bit.

“Satoru Gojo.” He winked.

Blushing up at their greetings gave an extra kick for you to feel energized.

Enough to change into one of Shoko's spare tees, sweatpants, and sandals before the trio brought you before Yaga-sensei who met you inside a shrine of the school, introducing yourself to the newfound principal.

After affirming your backstory and situation thus far, you were put on the spot and tested for your chance to stay, facing off against one of his cursed corpse dolls. A giant bear with boxing gloves.

Your eyes burned and gleamed bright as moving pictures appeared in your mind.

As they zipped up to you, you felt something click within.

In that next moment, your feet moved on their own.

Your desire to move had you zipping in blurry speed all over, exhilaration racing through your veins.

Kicking the bear right into the wall, leaving cracks in its dent sized hole.

Shoko snapped a pic whereas the guys both whistled lowly.

It all went by in a snap.

“Not bad. For a sapling. However!” He pried his wiggling bruised doll from the wall, cradling and patting the whimpering little thing. “Everyone has their reason for becoming a sorcerer. What is yours?”

“I have nowhere else to go … no one else to turn to.” That was all you could rely on because your recollection on how you teleported here was still foggy but there was nothing else to do but move forward and hope the truth comes to light in time.

“If this is my gift … my innate talent … my newfound purpose then … is to take advantage of it to the fullest. And if saving lives can come with that, then fine. As long as I have food, a roof over my head, and get paid for it, that is.”

Yaga-sensei turned to the second years who looked anywhere but him, whistling, at the mention of getting paid. “Very well.” Yaga bowed to you. “Welcome to Jujutsu High.”

You bowed in return when the clapping and congratulations from your new senpais had your face tinted like a flustered rose.

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“Suguru?”

“Hmm?”

“Is that not the cutest thing you've ever seen?” Sitting against the vending machine, Gojo's blue raspberry lips curled up, directed at you as you chatted with your fellow first years.

“She has a name, ya know.” Geto's pineapple tinted lips pursed.

“And our precious kouhai to boot~!”

“Staring at her so much will only unsettle her.”

“Slowly growing curse energy level. Innate technique still developing. Almost as if she's just become a cursed newborn –”

“Terrible word choice.”

“These eyes can fully read her … but it still feels like she's hiding something.”

“Everyone’s entitled to have secrets.”

Only a week has gone by and already you were part of the IT crowd.

Clad in your new uniform, you had walked out of the combini with Nanami on one side and Haibara on the other, plastic bags of popsicles in hand as your senpais tasked you three with buying them, passing them out as you plopped a (favorite flavor) popsicle in your mouth.

Haibara got chummy with you, chattering about anything right away with his coconut soaked lips madly while Nanami commented here and there with those lemon lips but looking at ease with you two there.

Gojo chuckled, dumping his popsicle and wrapper into the nearby trash can. “How interesting~ This'll be fun~”

Despite barely meeting the qualifications of becoming a sorcerer, you gave off such a comforting assuring presence.

Everyone flocked to you. The curious, genuine soul amiss the cursed chaos that is this kind of life. Among this crew. A rare special enigma …

“L/n-chan~ Walk with me~ Talk with me~Adore me~!” Gojo appeared before you, floating right there, embracing you in a squeeze.

Burning face aside, the word slipped out before you could process it.

“No.”

Haibara's gasp, Nanami coughing out a snort in his fist, Shoko's kiwi glossed smirk, and Geto's surprised but amused face were all a pale contrast to Gojo's guffawed face as he shook you, oblivious to how your insides fluttered so damn much from his actions.

“Huh!? Why not!? I'm your senpai! The strongest one there is! You have to do what I say!”

“You and Geto-senpai are the strongest together, you hurtful baka.” You reminded the prime fact that has been etched in your mind and soul.

Geto's pink dusted cheeks made him that much more dashing in your eyes as he pulled you out of Gojo's arms. “Thank you, L/n-chan.” He then smacked Gojo upside the head. “Baka.”

“Suguru, I didn't mean that! Forgive me!’ The albino shredded waterfalls, embracing the stewing teen who easily broke free from the lanky grip.

You hurried over to hide behind Geto's bulky frame, peaking out at Gojo before blinking up at Geto with those anticipated e/c eyes earning an enriching laugh from him. “Yosh yosh~” Geto patted your head to your bashful self. “Forgive him. He's still learning the mundane ways of decency.”

Haibara and Gojo gasped dramatically in unison, Nanami looked cross eyed at the escalating nonsense, and Shoko took another popsicle in.

“You're just as bad as me, ya know.” Gojo poked him insistently in the cheek.

“Satoru, your prideful obnoxiousness isn't gonna win her over.” Geto lightly smacked his hand aside.

“It won you over, didn't it~?”

Gojo's sly smirk and Geto's flaming face had Haibara raspily squealing, Nanami covering his mouth to stop that noise, Shoko giving a bland whoop call and you this close to getting a nosebleed.

“Come on, Suguru~ Flex them muscles and brains for our sweet kouhai if you're so confident like you do for me~” Gojo flirted.

“We shouldn't overwhelm her right off the bat you idiot!” Geto hissed.

“What is happening?” Nanami was mortified.

“Our senpai are so brazen … it's inspiring!” Haibara was starry-eyed, seeing nothing wrong.

“The moronic couple have broken their own world record.” Shoko hummed as she was recording with her phone to show Utahime later.

Blue and almond clashed when a supple soft form appeared between the two, taking each of their hands in your own, tugging on them just to get them to hold hands themselves. “Don't fight because of me. Please.”

Arrows pierced the pair's hearts; red dusting from cheeks to their ears, with light in their eyes at the supportive small softie that is you.

“Kawaii~” Gojo hummed.

“Angelic~” Geto breathed out, stunned.

“Stubborn but reasonable … I like you.” Shoko laughed a bit; her popsicle stuck in between her lips instead, pulling you out from between them, hugging you from behind. “Maybe I'll keep you for me and Utahime-senpai to share.”

. . .

“Eh?”

Moving pictures flashed in your mind for a moment.

Holding their hands.

Being carried away in their arms.

Laugher ringing out through the bright scene.

They came in so quick.

They were gone the next.

“Eto?” Your dot eyes blinked dubiously.

“We call dibs on her, Shoko! Right Suguru!?”

“Wha – ?”

“Damn it, fine.”

You yelped as they each took an arm of yours and easily pulled you out of Shoko's hold, using their arms to carry you in their own makeshift arm throne, running fast enough to leave dust in their wake.

“Suck it Shoko!” Gojo hollered over his shoulder.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested! Sorry Shoko!” Geto yelled back in a jumble.

“Everyone!” Your panicked yell echoed along with their manic laughter as you three blinked out of view.

“GoGe throuple it is. Damn it.” She didn't sound too upset as she sent the recording to her bae before taking the bags you dropped amidst the chaos as she followed their path.

“Our senpai are idiots.” Nanami's head dipped in shame as he followed.

“But bold! I like it!” Oh Haibara, always the optimist.

As the winds blew hard and the sun gleamed for the optimistic future that laid ahead of you, you were suddenly lowered down. Your heart was ready to soar out of your chest.

The vision came true.

But chalking it up as coincidence would be best suited until more came into fruition to confirm their legitimacy.

Perhaps then, using them as a guide would help reveal the missing pieces in the puzzle that is you. How you came to be here. These newfound abilities of yours that were steadily growing as we speak. And your otherworldly charm that lures everyone in. These two especially.

Tilting his shades up to rest on his head, Gojo's eyes twinkled with deviousness as he cheekily giggled. “Y/n~ How lucky you are to have two strong senpai looking after you~”

“While part of me still finds this insane, I suppose being Jujutsu sorcerers in training entitles us to embrace the craziness. Right, Y/n-chan~?” Geto's toothy smirk made you just as nervous as it did anticipating what's to come.

You gave off steam as you hid your burning red face in your hands, earning you breathy laughs from those two as they waved at your fellow schoolmates that were finally catching up to them.

What a way to start things off.

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seneon · 2 months

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月光 ݁ ˖ MOONLIGHT ── CHAPTER FIVE. THE WARRIOR THAT DIDN'T CEASE HAS RETURN TO FINISH HIS LAST TASK.

CONTENTS. ANGST. blood, cuts, wounds, false name usage, death and murder. sad sad, melancholic sadness. little extra chapter at the end. wc of three thousand.

moonlight series masterlist ₊ 𓂃 previous.

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, blood dripped everywhere. sweat mixed it with the blood and into the surface of the wound it goes as an aching pain burned throughout the entire skin.

how did this happen?

how did you end up in the same situation all over again? like the war between nations and the war that is happening now. it is the same event that is happening all over again. except, nobody ever saw this war coming. this was impromptu, a fight against unknown enemies.

at the start, you remembered it all as clear as the day— of what you've been doing just before it led to this point. just like any other normal evening, you would cook meals for the mountain god and yourself. his bunny workers didn't need any food to survive, for they are the heavenly workers that were sent to assist rayne. but you still made little bunny treats for them.

dinner was then served, and you dined with the mountain god. nothing more, nothing less. just an average night in an average mountain with an average mountain god.

what consumed the averageness of it all was a single arrow that knocked over your spoon, still with soup on it, the second you put it near your lips. it left a faint scar in a single line that ran across your nose that blood started to run out.

rayne manipulated the wind and forced you backwards, his other hand moving to block any incoming arrows that were aiming right at you.

“y/n! are you alright?!”

“yeah!” you got on your feet and looked around in alert. “who shot those arrows?”

“i don't know. but surely they are not on this mountain because i don't feel any foreign presence.”

“it's definitely a skilled marksman,” you added, just as another arrow came into view right in front of you. with your instincts over hellish years of training under the imperial army, all you knew was how to dodge and deflect. so you deflected the arrow that was right in front of your face by pushing it away with your bare hands. that act caused the skin of your palm to tear apart, blood once more peeking through the cracks of your skin.

“you shouldn't have done that,” rayne scolded you. “i’m going to the direction of where the arrows are. you stay here.”

“no rayne, wait!”

too late. rayne has already flown to the mountain next to his. the arrow that was shot right at you was picked up, and you made a run after the mountain god.

there was no doubt about it. the arrow in your hand has the symbol of the mimihagi nation imprinted at the end of the arrow. what does someone from the mimihagi nation want from you? no— the question is, how did they even find you on the mountain?

your footsteps halted the moment you sensed an unfamiliar presence lurking around you. then the presence walked out from the shadows to reveal a man around your age, dressed in the clothing of a samurai. it clicked. you recognised this samurai. you remembered as clear as day that you stepped over his corpse while trying to run away from hell on earth. his hair that is oddly similar to the mountain god, half of it a sunflower yellow and the other half of it the darkest of obsidian.

did this samurai not perish along with the other corpses?

“in fear and terror that i traveled all over japan to find that one last survivor of the enemy army. and i finally found her,” the samurai said, a smile that looked so guilty displayed on his lips and his eyes that dropped in the pool of guilt. “i, samurai ryosuke yamamoto of the mimihagi nation, must fulfill my duty and kill all remaining enemies.”

this is bad.

before you could react, he swung his blade at you. ryosuke yamamoto servant of the mimihagi nation. the mimihagi are known for their skilful and talented warriors. no matter how weak their warriors are, each of them has their own specialty which builds up the army.

the sword you picked up became your temporary defense against a perfect blade. of course, it was cut down into two pieces and you obtained a mild cut on your fingers. there is no way you are going to win. you have nothing on you. no weapon, no nothing. just battle experience which led you all the way here.

where is your sword when you need it?

you tossed the broken arrows aside and made a run for it. there is nothing you can do empty-handed. you are a warrior who uses weapons to fight. you are trained to enter the battlefield with a weapon or two in your hand. you couldn't win this fight alone.

rayne ames scrunched his eyebrows together at the sight of a child with beautiful blonde hair holding an arrow with an awkward smile that shakily surfaced.

“what is ryoh’s child doing here? are you the one who shot those arrows?!” rayne exclaimed, demanding an explanation as ryoh himself came into view.

ryoh grantz, god of light. a god who has lived in this world for thousands of years, serving as one of the original gods that was chosen once the earth formed. clearly, if rayne were to fight him, one snap of ryoh’s fingers would send the mountain god back to light. it would be stupid to engage in a battle with a heavenly god.

“you have defied the divine rules of heaven by involving yourself with a mortal. let me rephrase that, boy. you failed as a mountain god by allowing a human girl into your sacred mountain and also, falling in love with her,” ryoh explained, his hand softly combing through his blonde hair. “you know it is wrong to be making love on a mountain that is sacred don't you, rayne?”

“what is so wrong with showing affection to the girl i love in a mountain that i ruled in?” rayne asked. he knows that the mountain he guards is sacred, blessed by all heavenly gods. true he might have gone as far as to kiss your lips or to caress your face a few times, but he knew that the mountain subjects didn't mind it at all. so why did the divine visionaries send a god of theirs to give rayne his judgment?

“you might or might not have forgotten, but you are not to allow a mortal to step foot into the mountain. the part of the divine tree is slowly starting to decay with the disruption of a mortal staining the soils of the mountain with her sins.”

ah yes... all the sins you committed in that war alone. all the burdens and blood that you carried all the way into a mountain you didn't even know that you weren't supposed to step in. all the blood on your blade that you have collected.

“she is a lost woman with a kind heart. she doesn't know,” rayne defended, and ryoh let out a sigh, giving his son a ruffle on his head. “there is no use arguing with you. but i tell you, your woman will die today, from the hands of another mortal in your mountain.”

the moment ryoh cease talking, rayne has already left. he rushed to your side, the wind creating havoc all around the mountain. through all the dust, leaves and soils of the ground, rayne swiped his hands to the side and brought all of it away. the image of finn ames burned into the back of the mountain god's mind.

“finn..?” rayne let out under his breath at the sight of a familiar face. the face of his late brother, a mortal far different than he is. but the samurai standing opposite of him isn't the brother that he knew. it was someone else with the appearance of his brother. regardless, rayne felt emotionally challenged by the samurai.

“now, allow this human boy to be the result of your judgment, rayne,” ryoh came into view and held the shoulders of ryosuke. “you know the rules. you shall not interfere with mortal battles.”

mountain god rayne ames felt like a mouse trapped in a cage. what do you mean he has to stand aside and watch as you fight against a man? but then again, rayne ames knows that you are a strong and great warrior who survived a great war all alone. this is the perfect timing too. your sword has finished its repair.

“partisan,” rayne summoned a sword out from the dimension where he kept all the swords in the world and pulled out your sword. “y/n!” he called out and handed your sword to you as you took it and immediately unsheathed it.

your blade… as beautiful and shiny as it could get. it was far different from the sword that your squad lieutenant gave you. this sword feels like it was made from magic, forged for days and nights. you could see your reflection in the blade, the blade that was brought back to life by the hands of the sword cane, as they call him, the master of swords.

“thank you, rayne!” you swung it once and aimed it at the samurai in front of you. “now, honoured samurai ryosuke, let's finish what i couldn't, yeah?”

...

you came this far with cuts and bruises all over, breath hitching and body shaking all over. your feet are unstable, going back and forth in small motions before it completely gave up on you and you stumbled to the ground. a mouthful of metallic hot red liquid forced itself out of your mouth, falling and staining your hands along with the blade that didn't belong to you.

“r-rayne..” your shaky voice trailed off, hands moving to catch the sleeves of rayne’s kimono. just to tug on it or to hold it. it didn't matter. what matters is that rayne gets back his senses. “stupid god rayne,” you added, managing to get a hold of his kimono sleeves before you gripped it as tightly as you could. “come back to me.”

the said man’s eyes slowly widened, the honey in his eyes starting to brew again. rayne glanced down at his hand where he held his greatest sword. but the blade is not pointed towards his enemy. it is pointed to you, rayne's lover, right through your chest. stabbed exactly where your old wounds remained and where rayne used his own herbs to cure.

fear spreaded throughout the entirety of the fearless mountain god. it was like a wave that washed over the island, causing calamity that was unseen to the world. the moment rayne snapped back to reality, he felt the desperate tugs on his arm where his sleeves were being pulled by your weak hands and your pleas for him to come back to his senses.

“y/n—” as swift and as painless as he could, he pulled out his blade and held your weakened body in his arms.

all this happened by seeing you fight alone and losing, rayne also lost his temper as he saw your skin getting dirtied with slices and wounds. he couldn't bare to watch you get hurt, so he broke another divine rule as in, interfering with a battle between mortals by using his magical abilities. he broke another rule— killing a human being. rayne ames murdered samurai ryosuke yamamoto who held the face of his dead brother, finn ames.

see, even divine beings commit sins.

you are about to be the next human being whose life he ends. that thought pains him. once a god commits a sin, they lose an authority of theirs or a piece of their mind. rayne in that moment, lost a piece of his mind and saw you in a view of hatred. divine punishment is already beginning for the mountain god.

“i’m glad you're back,” you said, a smile so broken forming on your face. your grip on his sleeve never letting go. you wanted to hold him as much as you could, with the little left and the need to just stop breathing. “rayne i really thank you for allowing me to be yours. but i can't any longer. i will enter hell and suffer in it for walking on corpses.”

“please stop talking,” rayne hugged you tightly, his head burying into your neck. he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do other than to murmur a string of apologies. guilt started to weigh down heavy on him, consuming him bit by bit.

you could feel his tears that flowed down your skin. the feeling broke your heart even more. to leave rayne all alone again. who knows what kind of punishment heaven or hell has in mind for him? his hug tightened and tightened even more, not wanting to let go. he never wanted to let you go. not when he found someone he actually loves and cares way more than himself.

it is unwise from the start, for a divine being to fall in love with an earthly being. there is such a big difference between them, and rayne knows it. he knows it all too well. he isn't someone stupid. he doesn't feel as if it is stupid to fall in love with you. in fact, rayne does not regret ever giving his heart to you.

“rayne i promise i will dance with you soon. so stop crying okay? please stop crying, rayne,” you held his face, your own tears fighting to make their debut just as you felt your end nearing. “i’m sorry, rayne.”

...

huh?

. . .

“y/n no no no no you can't... please no, don't leave me please please please…”

that night, mountain god rayne ames wailed at the death of his beloved. so did his sacred mountain, in which petals and soil all decayed and wilted for their ruler's lover. the moon cried it's tears too, turning it's moonlight as gray as it could.

“welcome to easton magic academy! today is a brand new day for all of us! to officially enter the academy, all applicants must go through an entrance exam to determine if you are qualified to be in easton or not,” the host announced, ignoring the fact that the students were fawning over a beautiful princess from the royal family who stood among them like a commoner.

from the side, blank golden honey eyes stared at the said princess stoically. the boy let out a scoff at she was unbothered by the crowd gathering all around her. on the other side, there were people who whispered to each other in a salty conversation at a royal who attends a magic school with common people.

to the princess, she already expected such a commotion from the moment she opened her mouth to urge the words of wanting to go to school like normal people. this was the only consequence she had to bear if she wanted to be a normal girl.

“leave her highness alone,” the boy with honey eyes stood in front of the princess just as everyone else gasped at the double line on his face. they knew instantly not to mess with someone who harbours two magic lines, for the double-liners are feared among the academy.

the said double-liner took a glance back at you and gave you a bow. when he glanced back up to look at you, something sparked. there was something in your eyes that felt so familiar, along with the single line that ran across your nose. the princess seemed to have felt the same way, as she looked around the boy's face where his lines are engraved.

the boy felt rude for staring too long, so he averted his gaze away and apologised. his voice and the way he apologised is all so familiar for the princess too. she doesn't know what the feeling of knowing him is. but she is curious. “may i ask what your name is? it would be great if i have someone i know with me.”

what is her highness saying? rayne asked himself, bowing his head once more. “my name is rayne. rayne ames. your highness, i do not understand what you meant by someone you know. we have never met before.”

“rayne ames, rayne ames.. ames rayne..” the princess said repeatedly, trying to get a single of her senses right. but nothing came to mind. the same thing went on for rayne, he couldn't shake the feeling that the princess right in front of him is just so familiar in a way that her presence felt like home.

princess y/n of the l/n family, a royal princess born into the royal family. the next heiress to the throne, one with power all over the nation. she who is right here in this magic academy with every other maguses.

“princess y/n, uhm, have we danced together before?” rayne asked, suddenly remembering a memory that was locked away long ago, finally unlocked.

y/n thought for a while before nodding. “we have, i think.” she said and looked at rayne. “i don't know why nor do i remember, but i feel like i know you. oh well… do you want to dance together someday? perhaps we can figure out what's so familiar about each other.” she said with a small smile that instantly made rayne nervous.

“sure,” he quickly said, trying not to sound like he was nervous or having a shaky voice.

“let's begin the first exam!”

“we shall converse later, your highness,” said rayne as y/n sighed. “i am equal to everyone here, so in this academy, i am y/n.”

“alright warrior y/n. don't complain to his majesty if i end up being better than you.”

the princess playfully punched rayne's shoulders. “do not worry, i have grown stronger, stupid rayne.”

ryoh grantz watched from afar, sipping on a cup of expensive tea and a slow surfacing smile. “they are once again together huh?”

THE END — or perhaps not..? could the two have eventually found out about their last lives? are they able to live peacefully with each other around?

NOTES. RAAAGGHH END END END oh rayne how i love you ):

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dixondystopia · 2 months

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From the Forest: Part 4

Masterlist

Warnings: Typical Walking Dead violence and language, mentions of abuse.

Word count: 2344

“If y'all want to live- if y'all want to survive- you’ve gotta fight for it!” Shane screamed at the group. Rick was clutching an animal control stick with a Walker on the other end, the long dead thing reaching out to whoever it was closest to.

“And I'm talkin’ 'Bout fight! Right here- right now!” Shane yelled, sprinting over the barn doors as Rick tried to call him back.

Rick yelled at Hershel to take the stick so he could intervene, but Hershel remained, stunned and frozen in place. “Hershel! Take this please- Hershel!!”

Daryl stepped in front of you, leveling his gun in preparation for what he knew was coming next.

Lori clutched Carl, calling to Rick. Beth was crying. Maggie was at Hershey's side.

“Do not do this brother!” Rick yelled, clutching the animal control stick.

“Don’t do it!” Glenn shouted at him, shotgun in his hands.

Still, Shane hacked away at the locks on the barn before stepping backwards, pistol in hand, as the wooden doors slowly opened with a low creek.

Walkers, bloodied with arms outstretched, shambled out.

People rushed to the front of the group, weapons raised, firing shots at the reanimated things.

One by one the Walkers fell to the ground, collapsing in heaps of bloodied corpses until all of them had fallen.

All was quiet.

For a moment you thought it was over, thought that all the Walkers had come out of the barn… Until…

A girl.

Everyone fell silent. You could see it on their faces, feel it in the air as heartbreak set in, hope diminishing. Your own heart sank in your chest, knowing who it was as soon as Carol cried out, rushing to meet her little girl only to be stopped by Daryl.

Sophia.

Everyone watched as she stumbled out of the barn in silence, only accompanied by Carol crying out Sophia’s name as Daryl held her back.

No one moved.

Rick looked around at the group briefly before Walking up to the girl.

The girl he had lost.

The girl he couldn’t save.

He raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

Daryl seemed distant. Alone. More so than ever before.

He didn’t talk to you, or anyone, and if he did then he was yelling.

He yelled at Carol. You tried to talk to him about it but it was clear enough that he was already feeling guilty, and you didn’t press the subject.

Everyone else was dealing with the loss, too.

Beth was really struggling. She had fallen into a catatonic state over the loss of long dead family members, who she believed could have been saved.

You and Maggie were sitting at Beth’s bedside, making small talk in an attempt at lightening the mood, but it wasn’t working at all.

When Lori came into the room, announcing that Hershel and the others were back, it was a huge relief and some of the worried tension dropped.

The three of you rushed out to check on everyone: Carl and Lori immediately going to Rick, Maggie going to Glenn, Patricia going to Hershel to inform him of Beth’s state.

Daryl was on the outside of the group circle, and you stood by his side. He gave you a glance that was neither negative or positive, but something just to acknowledge your presence.

They all seemed fine but tense, and you didn’t know why until T-dog pointed out the extra body in the back seat.

“Who’s that?” He asked, pointing to the blindfolded, half couscous body limply laying against the open window.

Glenn sighed. “That’s Randall…”

Silents.

Your heart sank in your chest as you stared at the blindfolded person. Randall- your ‘friend’ who had led you out into the woods with guys- the person who had led you out to the woods for rape.

Shane started speaking up to Rick, Hershel defending and Glenn joining in the argument, but you couldn’t hear them anymore.

Your ears rang and your heart rate sped up in reminiscence of your time with Randall in the woods. You could almost feel it- their grip on your arm and hip- the cut down your arm burning again- the growling of Walkers behind you as you fled for your life.

Daryl started to walk over and get involved in their argument just to get Shane to shut up, when you caught his arm. He stopped, looking back at you as you stared at the ground, color draining from your face.

He turned to face you. “Wha’s wrong?”

You shook your head, swallowing. “Randall… He’s…” You look back at the limp blindfolded body in the back seat.

Daryl followed your gaze, letting you hold onto his arm.

“Ya know him?” He asked, watching the guy even though there was nothing to watch.

You shake your head, still trying to keep yourself from spiraling again.

“He…” Your voice dropped low enough only Daryl could hear.

“Randall tried to rape me.”

“We couldn’t have just left him there,” Rick hissed back at Shane. The two of them were talking in the barn, a private place for them to discuss what they should do with Randall.

“Yeah right- bring back the enemy who tried to shoot you-!” Shane started, but both men turned when the barn doors opened, then slammed shut, Daryl walking in.

“Hell of a mistake bringin’ that guy back,” Daryl said, glaring at both Rick and Shane, fists clenched at his side.

Shane cocked his head at Rick, hands on his hips. “Finally somethin’ we can agree on.”

Rick shook his head. “He would have died. We couldn’t have just-”

“No, ya could have, but ya didn’t,” Daryl said, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. “That son-of-a-bitch was the reason Y/n was runnin’ in the woods by herself.”

Rick turned to face Daryl. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “He’s just a kid-”

“Damn it Rick he ain’t just a kid!” Daryl grunted, brows knitted together. “He-”

“He may have made bad choices but Y/n said it was five guys,” Rick said, trying to be the voice of reason. “So it wasn’t just him. Maybe he was just dragged along too-”

“No, Rick, he wasn’t just there for the damn ride,” Daryl hissed, his body physically tense. “That bitch sittin’ in the truck was part of it.”

Shane looked back and forth between the two men, rubbing his head once. “All the more reason to finish him now and not take out chances-”

“Will you shut up!” Rick hissed, getting closer to Shane. “We can’t just kill him!”

“Like hell!” Daryl yelled back. “That son-of-a-bitch tried to rape Y/n!”

Rick and Shane both turned to Daryl, who glared back at them. The knowledge of being almost raped had stayed between you and Daryl up to this point. The others knew about you being beaten up by some other guys in the woods, but not the severity of it all.

Shane went back to glaring at Rick.

Rick rubbed the bridge of his nose, walking away from them before circling back around.

“We can’t keep him here,” Shane hissed.

“I never said we were going to!” Rick glared, his hands returning to his hips. “But we can’t kill him. If we do that we are just like them.”

“Then what are we gonna do huh? You got some master plan up your sleeve? He knows where we are, we can’t just let him go-” Shane started.

“No, he doesn’t. He was blindfolded the whole way here, not to mention half conscious. He doesn't know where the farm is,” Rick said, then paused, thinking, eyes fixated on the ground. “We should tie him up, and drop him off somewhere.”

“Hell no! If he ever crossed paths with Y/n again-!” Daryl yelled, fists still clenched at his sides.

“Keep your personal feelings in check, Dixon,” Rick hissed.

Daryl resisted the urge to yell back, instead his voice was low. “You don’t know what the hell yer talkin’ about…”

Rick didn’t answer, and neither did Shane, though it was clear he wanted to.

“We blind fold him, and drive him out somewhere as soon as Hershel is done with his leg,” Rick said, his voice low.

Shane didn’t say anything.

Daryl waited a moment. “You take him far. Real far.”

Rick gave a curt nod. “As far as we can go…”

You were in your tent, as far away as possible from Randall who had been moved to the barn. Hershel was working on his leg.

Every now and then you would check on the zipper of your tent to make sure it was still sealed shut, and couldn’t help but glance at what you could see of the barn.

You had just looked out at the barn, only to find it was still shut and Daryl was approaching. The two of you shared your own little campground spot, even though the rest of the camp had pretty well accepted you into their group, you still hadn’t changed your tents location. It just felt safer where it was at…

You unzipped your tent, sitting down criss-cross to talk to him.

He could tell immediately by your expression that you were worried about Randall being here.

He leaned up against a tree that was next to his tent, crossbow still slung over one shoulder.

“They’ve got him tied up in tha barn,” He said, watching your expression. “Gonna fix up his leg then drop him off somewhere.”

You nodded slowly, waiting a long moment before speaking. “How… How long will he be here?”

Daryl shook his head. “Dunno. As long as it takes for Hershel to fix his damn leg.”

You swallowed, nodding.

He continued to watch you for a moment, but your eyes remained on the dirt ground in front of you.

“That bitch ain’t gonna hurt ya… Hell, he ain’t even gonna know you're here,” Daryl said, his voice low and gravely.

You nodded, letting out a breath slowly. “Let’s hope so…”

Daryl watched you for a moment longer. “He won’t. I’ll make sure of it...”

That night you couldn’t sleep at all. You were restless, tossing and turning more and more as the night went on. The few hours you did sleep was haunted by nightmares about Randall breaking his way out of the barn and clawing his way to you. Eventually you decided sleep wasn’t going to happen, at least not while Randall was here.

You looked out of your tents mesh window at the barn. There was a small light out where they had set up a watch duty. You knew there was no way Randall could get out of that barn, but the feeling was still there. The worry. The problem you had tried so hard to convince yourself wasn’t going to happen again was on your doorstep.

You unzipped your tent, finding your old plastic water bottle, pouring out a little to splash some of the cool water on your face. “Wha’ are you doin’?” A gravelly voice said, making you jump slightly.

“I can’t sleep,” You muttered back, just loud enough for him to hear over the crickets and peepers in the forest down the hill from the two of you.

He grunted. “Randall?” He muttered, sounding half asleep.

“Yeah…” You mutter, knowing he couldn’t see you if you nodded.

It was a moment before he spoke.

“Yer safe ya know…” He muttered, holding back a yawn as he sat up in his tent, looking out at you.

“I know…” You look out at the barn. “Just…”

He waited for an answer before realizing you weren’t going to continue. “Jus’ what?”

You shake your head. “Just… He’s here now… I never thought I would have to see or to deal with him again… And now he’s here. Showing back up just to haunt me all over…”

Daryl didn’t say anything.

“I know I should just get over it… It’s the damned apocalypse. Stuff like that… Rape…” The word was bitter on your tongue. “Is going to be normal. More normal than it already was.”

Daryl still didn’t say anything, he just listened to you speak.

“I need to stop thinking about it… Guess it’s my own damn fault for going out there with them in the first place…” You mutter.

“No,” Daryl said sternly. “Ain’t none of that your fault. Don’t you dare think like that either.”

You shake your head, looking at him. “I shouldn't have put myself in that situation… I should have just trusted my gut and-”

“Stop. None of it was ever yer fault. Thinkin’ like that, it sticks in yer head. Makes ya think things that aren't true,” Daryl insisted, staring at you through the darkness.

After a moment he spoke again, his voice more gentle than it was before. “Wasn’t your fault, and Randall ain’t gonna hurt you.”

You hesitated before nodding slowly.

“Your tent is straight across from mine, and it’s gonna stay that way. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ve got my crossbow ready if someone comes down here and needs a bolt up their ass,” He said.

You smiled a little, nodding again.

It was a moment before you spoke. “Thanks Daryl…”

Daryl grunted, giving a small nod, before laying back down on his back in his tent.

“What if Shane comes down here needing a bolt in his ass?” You chuckled to make sure he knew you were joking.

He huffed in a way that could have been considered a laugh. “Tha’ man needs a’ bolt in his ass anyways.”

You chuckled, laying back down in your tent. “Yeah he does…”

Daryl huffed again. “But I would put a’ bolt in anyone's ass for ya.”

You chuckled, curling up in your cool sleeping bag. “Thanks Daryl,” You yawned. “If I didn’t know better, I'd think that was a compliment.”

Daryl huffed again, not answering if it was or wasn’t.

It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep, finally getting the rest your body and mind truly needed.

Part 5 coming soon!

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semisgroupie · 10 months

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UNATTAINABLE

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ANGST (sorry), unrequited feelings, one sided love, brief mention of a certain scarred dilf (who isn’t a dilf in this piece), protected sex, condom usage, brief foreplay (fingering)

synopsis: he has been the only one who hasn’t broken your golden rule for hookups

a/n: this idea just sprung on me while listening to a meatloaf song (two out of three ain’t bad), I didn’t plan on coming back to writing with angst but shit happens :) (I normally don’t do part twos but if I’m convinced enough I might do a part two for this)

You had one golden rule set up for all the guys you hooked up with: no falling in love.

You didn’t want to deal with the convoluted emotions and feelings that came into play when someone fell in love. You experienced it once and your heart got completely shattered in the process. It was a feeling you never wanted to experience again and it made you cold hearted. It was only for your own protection.

Whenever you got involved with someone, you made sure they were aware that any contact would just be purely sexual. And while they were attracted to the idea at first, after a few months they changed their minds and wanted more. That led to them being cut off and you had to clear your mind with another body in your bed. It was a cycle of sex and heartbreak but as long as it wasn’t your heart being broken, you were okay with it.

But there was someone who didn’t fall into that cycle, Gojo Satoru. Satoru was different from the other guys you hooked up with, he wasn’t clingy after a few months, he didn’t insist on you staying the night whenever you went back to his place, he didn’t show any feelings of love or infatuation towards you. That’s why your arrangement with him has lasted so long, a year to be exact.

What you didn’t know was that he had broken your golden rule. It has been 6 months since he had fallen in love with you and every meeting you two have just makes him fall deeper into the abyss. He had just been amazing at hiding it. Being someone who had lost a lot of things in his life, he had become a master at hiding his true emotions. He knew the second his mask cracked, you would hightail out the door and leave him behind to rot like the other corpses you left in your wake.

Currently he was cleaning his apartment, awaiting your arrival. You had picked up an extra shift at your job since you would get paid overtime and it was close to Satoru’s apartment so when you were done, you’d just make your way over. When you had texted him earlier on in the day, asking if he was free he was quick to reply that his schedule was clear. Hell, even if he had a million things to do, he would push them all to the back burner just so he could spend time with you.

Just as he finished cleaning up, the buzzer to his door rang and he quickly ran over to let you in. After a short elevator ride, all you had to do was knock once and he opened the door with a wide smile. “Hi beautiful, had a good day at work?” You cracked a small smile at the pet name as you stepped inside. “Honestly, I wish I never took that shift but you’ll help me forget about it, right?”

You looked up at the white haired male and took a few steps closer to him to close any distance between you two while he shut his front door. “Of course I will, now go to the bedroom and get ready for me.” He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips and then you made your way to his bedroom. He secured all the locks on his door and took a deep breath, even a kiss that lasted only a few seconds was enough to make his heart race but he had to remain calm, he had to make this last.

He gathered himself and walked into his bedroom while you laid on his bed completely nude. He could never get enough of seeing your body, it was like you were crafted by the gods and it was an honor for him to see their creation. “Come on Satoru, I don’t want to wait any longer.” A small pout graced your lips as you beckoned him closer with one finger. He undressed himself until he was only in his boxers then he crawled over your body. “I won’t make you wait any longer, pretty girl. I’ll make you feel good.”

He brought one of his hands to your mouth and pressed two fingers against your bottom lip, silently telling you to open up for him. You opened your mouth and took his slender fingers inside, running your tongue along them to get them wet while he slightly pumped them into your mouth. He watched you closely, watched how your eyes grew half lidded as you looked at him. God, he could just fall deeper into that pit of love but he had to focus on what you came for.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and a breathless chuckle left his lips as he watched you chase them. “I’ll give you my fingers later, just spread your legs for me now. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” You did as he told you and spread your legs for him, he could already see that you were wet for him but he just needed to get you wetter. He ran his fingers along your slit to collect some of your juices then slowly pushed his first finger inside you. His cock twitched at the small gasp you let out and he started pumping his finger slowly. “Satoru, I can handle another finger. Please.”

He couldn’t deny you, he could never deny you. He slipped his second finger inside you and started pumping them a little faster. His eyes scanned your body, he watched your chest rise and fall with each pant and whine, he watched how your eyes fluttered shut when he did something you particularly liked, he watched your hands grip his sheets. You looked perfect and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you but you shook him out of his trance when your hand wrapped itself around his wrist. “Satoru, I need you inside me. I want to ride you, please Satoru.” He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them clean while you reached into his nightstand and took out a condom.

He pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside then opened up the foil and slid the condom on his throbbing length. He laid back against his bed and let you take control. You took his cock in your hand as you lined him with your entrance and slowly sank down. The stretch was painfully delicious and you could never get enough of it. “We’ve been fucking for so long and I still can’t get adjusted to your size. This was just what I needed.”

He placed his hands on your hips while you started grinding against him and placed your hands on his chest. He wanted to ride this moment out forever, just have you here with him but soon you started bouncing on his cock. All your dirty talk fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. His eyes scanned your features over and over again, it was as if he was going to go blind tomorrow. He had grown accustomed to just watching you and committing everything you did to memory. While you were there with him now, he knew that any day in the future wasn’t guaranteed. He wanted to lock all the memories he had with you in his mind just in case you’d call him one day and call everything off. Just the thought of you leaving made his stomach churn.

Seconds turned into minutes and he had lost track of how much time had passed. That was until you leaned down closer to him and brought one of your hands to his face while your hips moved along his length. “Are you going to cum for me soon, Satoru? I feel your cock twitching inside me. Cum with me.” He didn’t even realize it but he was close, the second you brought it to his attention he was pulled back into reality. He gripped your hips a little tighter and started thrusting up into you to meet your hips. The tip of his cock brushed against your g spot each time and you dug your nails into his shoulders. “Cum for me, beautiful. Cum with me.”

It only took a few more thrusts before you both reached your climax. Your legs shook and your body trembled as your orgasm washed over you and you felt the warmth as his cum filled up the condom. You leaned down to press yourself against him while you caught your breath and he wrapped his arms to keep you close. He knew the moment would be short lived, it always was. You weren’t the ‘let’s cuddle and plan our lives together after sex’ type and he had to accept it. After a few minutes you moved up a little and lifted yourself off his cock to roll over next to him. He took the condom off and tossed it in the little trash bin near his bed.

There was a peaceful silence that filled the air, but it only lasted for a couple of minutes. “That was fun, the perfect stress relief after a shitty shift at work.” You smiled at him and leaned over to peck his lips then you started to get up and get ready. “I’m glad I could help.” He slipped his boxers on and helped you gather your clothes as you got dressed.

“Do you ever think you could fall in love with someone?” He blurted the question and couldn’t even process that he even asked it. His eyes widened a bit and he watched your expression. You thought about it for a moment and shrugged. “Maybe. I’ve been in love only once in my life, Toji Fushiguro. He helped shape me into the person I am today, I was head over heels in love with him and he just needed a quick fuck. I was there for him until he got tired of me and moved to the next girl who was stupid enough to fall for his charms. I’d like to think I could fall in love again, I think I just need to experience something good and something genuine to really open myself up to it. Maybe Prince Charming will come and sweep me off my feet.” You slipped your shoes on and walked over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

He was surprised that you didn’t want to know or ask more into his question. He was thankful but your answer made him nervous. That was the most he’s ever really learned about you besides the basic things and you quickly brought your walls back up. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you to the door.” It was a quick walk to his front door and he unlocked it and held it open for you. You pecked his lips and smiled at him, “I’ll let you know when I get home. Thanks for today, Satoru.”

He watched you walk out and he could practically see the pieces of his heart fall into a little trail with each step you took. Maybe it wasn’t in the cards for there to be something more between you two but that just meant he had to hold you close for as long as he had you. He couldn’t let you slip from his grasp, he didn’t know what he would do if you did. He walked back into his apartment and back into his bedroom to gather his clothes. He could still smell the traces of your perfume, the scent filled his nostrils and he felt the ache in his chest.

He hated that he had only traces left behind, he wanted the real thing, he wanted you. He wanted you to be there with him, laying in bed with him, cuddling on the couch, he just wanted you by his side. But the traces were better than nothing. He just had to keep the traces.

On your way home you thought about his question more. Could you have it in you to love someone? You had gotten over Toji but the fear of getting hurt was still there, but maybe you’d give it a chance. You were honestly surprised you opened up to Satoru, he was different from the rest of the guys you were involved with in the past. Maybe he was your Prince Charming. You shook the thought from your mind and once you were home you sent a message to Satoru to let him know you got home safe and then carried on with your routine of showering. Once you were out you opened up your messages with Satoru and sent one more, “think you can come over this weekend? I’ll need some more stress relief.”

It has been one year since you started hooking up with Satoru and it has been half a year since Satoru broke your golden rule and fell madly in love with you.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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warnings: sexually suggestive

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: you had missed your man and he had missed you all the same.

word count: 966

note: this was just a short lil story I had drafted somewhere.

Silver.

You couldn't stop smiling when you saw the boat approaching. Uhtred and his men had finally returned from a long journey, which had taken up nearly half of the summer, and you couldn't wait to see Sihtric again. You plucked anxiously at the blanket you held in your hands.

'I just can't believe you have a beauty like that waitin' for ya,' Finan teased, 'how much do ya pay 'er to be with ya?'

Sihtric rolled his eyes and gave Finan a sneer before he made his way to the front of the boat. Sihtric jumped out, onto the dock, before it was even fully ashore. And you ran to him, jumped into his arms and he spun you around.

'My love,' Sihtric said, as he put you back on your feet and placed his hands on your waist to pull you close.

'And mine,' you smiled, tugging at his dirty armour to pull him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted.

'Even when he's all filthy she's still on him,' Osferth said as he stood next to Finan.

'His cock must be made of silver, baby monk,' Finan laughed, to which Osferth sighed and Uhtred chuckled.

'Sihtric, I'm sorry but… you smell,' you told him and you took a step back.

'I know,' he laughed, 'I'm sorry. But being on a boat with those,' he pointed at the men, 'in this heat it's no good for anyone.' You looked over Sihtric's shoulder and saw the men wave at you. You smiled and shook your head, having damn well heard what they just said.

'Come,' you said. You took Sihtric's hand and pulled him with you, 'to the lake.'

Sihtric loved it when you took charge, so he obediently followed you as you heard the men behind you whistle.

'Ya have no silver, Sihtric! No silver!' Finan yelled, to which you both chuckled. You didn't want his silver, and Sihtric knew that.

You worked in the alehouse, serving drinks, and you never had never been with a man to earn any silver. You served Uhtred's gang often, and more than once Sihtric had pulled you into his lap as you walked by. You always thought he was just drunk and fooling around when he did, so you'd give him a quick peck on his cheek to please him and continue your work. But you noticed it was more serious than that after he had approached you several times when he saw you outside of work. He'd bring you flowers sometimes, or some jewellery he had stolen from corpses the previous battle. Sihtric was persistent and charming, so it didn't take long before you fell for him.

The sun was hot today and as you reached the lake, Sihtric quickly walked in and let himself go under completely, to rid himself of all the dirt and filth he had collected the past days. You were taking off your shoes as he resurfaced and he walked back to where the water was up to his waist. You watched him take off his upper armour and he gave you a quick look.

'Enjoying the view?'

'Always,' you smiled.

You took off your clothes and walked into the water, and you quickly felt Sihtric's arms around your neck before he kissed you.

'I've missed you, my love.'

'How much?' you teased.

'This much,' he said and he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss.

You broke the kiss after a while as you tried to take off his lower garment, which wasn't easy, because Sihtric kept trying to kiss your lips. And after a flirty and teasing struggle, you finally got them off him.

'Help me relief?' he asked with a shy smirk. You smiled, nodded, and he gave you another kiss before he pulled you under water with him.

Some time later you found yourself laying down next to Sihtric, onto the blanket you had brought. You were both naked and you had tried to half cover yourself with your shirt. You were both trying to catch your breath as a large tree provided you with shade against the sun.

You always loved Sihtric. But you loved him a little extra the days after he came back from a journey or battle. He desired you even more than usual those days, and you couldn't keep your hands off each other.

Sihtric switched to lay on his side, propped up on his elbow. And he watched you with flirty eyes as you played with the necklace around his neck, with a satisfied smile on your lips.

'Sihtric, where are your rings?' you suddenly asked when you felt his hand on your waist, but didn't feel his usual cold to touch rings.

Sihtric chuckled.

'I had to trade them for food and water,' he said, 'not just me, we all had to give away whatever value we had with us. Even my arm rings. Things didn't go as planned, but it's fine. I'll steal some new rings sometime,' he said and he gave you a cheeky smile.

You laughed, 'So that is why Finan said you had no silver to give.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric murmured with a smile and ran his fingers through your hair.

'Luckily Finan let you keep your cock then, which he claims is made of silver.'

Sihtric laughed and shook his head.

'Still there, you just had proof,' he said, and he leaned in to kiss you.

You smiled against his lips, after which he told you he wanted another round with you. But he didn't even have to ask, and you quickly pushed him down and got on top of him.

He watched you with a smile as he pulled your hips down on him, and he made you promise to go easy, so he could have you for another round later.

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forsaken-creations · 4 months

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Sacrifices Were Made

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Chapter 1 - The Beginning of The End

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Have you ever wanted one of the daycare attendants? Both? Maybe even more? A gender neutral reader full of nerve and desperation steps into an abandoned Fazbear Entertainment Testing Facility with the express purpose of looting. As it turns out, this may just be way more than they bargained for.

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Warnings: Mentions of a Corpse, Robot Gore, Generalized Horror

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At last, they were finally here. Their car pulling into the empty parking lot, their eyes couldn't help but track over to the abandoned building before them. The damn thing was practically withering away before their eyes. An older building, mostly an eggshell white with windows smashed in or outright boarded up. The barbed wire fencing that once kept this giant sealed away had been removed only a few months ago. When Fazbear Entertainment abandons something, and I mean REALLY abandons something, you know. They'll pull themselves away all at once. The security was the first to go, and the fencing was the last.

Though Y/N was careful all the same, after all, when it comes to Fazbear Entertainment you never know what hellscape they've left behind. So, jittering with a mix of excitement and anxiety, they slid out of their car. A quick hand reaching out to snatch the bag they'd packed for this. A flashlight, extra batteries, a taser, and that was just the things on their belt. How else were they supposed to break in and make it out unharmed? They pocketed their keys and were fairly quick to wander over to the building. Upon closer inspection, their guess had been right. An open, broken window. Well, it's a good thing they wore gloves this time, right?

This has been something they'd been planning for quite a while, their mind on their target as they carefully slid themself through the window. Y/N's goal to steal equipment, parts, and otherwise useful robotics was going to be a tricky but worthwhile endeavor. Hopefully, this place isn't just full of junk, rust, and murder machines. If they're lucky, all the old bots will be out of battery by now!

. . . The flickering light that still seems to be intact at the end of this hallway is slowly crushing that hope, as that definitely means there's some kind of old generator in here, but Y/N isn't about to back down now, that's what the taser is for. Maybe if they find it and turn it off they'll have an easier time here? Perhaps?

Regardless, they need to be searching for parts, and this main area doesn't seem to have any of what they're after. This was probably the old lobby, so that's most likely fair. There has to be something around here that'll lead them to the storage rooms and work rooms, some kind of map? Walking up to the front desk, they start by searching there, as this is too big a place to be wandering about so late. The quicker they can get the materials they need to build the stars of their show, the better. There's a reason this old stuff is abandoned and it's not exactly laws against theft that's keeping it so secure.

No, it's about the robots. Those animatronics this company makes, there's just something wrong with them. They come out with new batches, always promising safety and protection, but that's never really the case. Sure, maybe the reports of problems have lowered but those that do come out about their experiences? They're always so graphic it really makes you wonder how Fazbear is even still up and running. Their eyes scanned through drawers. Most of it was all just useless paperwork, old employee names, and numbers. A few notes about buyers and dates. All entirely worthless to them- Ah, there it is!

They grabbed up a map from within the drawer. One of those big fold-out ones. This was probably a spare of some kind. I mean, buildings like this always have maps hung up somewhere right? They unfolded it, scanning their eyes over the paper, clearly excited. That's part of why they were here. All sorts of Fazbear buildings get shut down. All sorts of animatronics get abandoned and places are always left to rot with goodies ripe for the taking. Though Fazbear Entertainment had its greedy claws dug deep into the industry, definitely having the most establishments in comparison to its competitors. Why not dream, right? Though they struggled to admit it, this company made some of the most advanced models around. Which means where there's spare parts to grab, take them while you can.

Y'know, it's kind of weirdly clean in here? Things are turned over and old papers scattered, but there's no real graffiti or burnt spots. If not for the broken glass and thick layers of dust, you'd almost think this place was abandoned just yesterday. Mold is attempting to help nature take it back, but it won't yield just yet. It's not ready.

As They make their way down the unfamiliar hallways, they aren't getting that sick feeling in their gut that they're so familiar with, though the darkness clings to these corners all the same as it does all the other accursed walls that bear the brand name this one does, it is softer. The atrocities that almost certainly happened here, ones that will never see the light of day, are old ones. They aren't as gripping as Y/N is used to, not as fresh. The stains have had a chance to fade into the wallpaper and start to blend with the carpet. They can't help but hope that one day this place can know some peace. It's a nice change of pace for the first few rooms, peering in and finding quiet, somber areas where people used to find work. Maybe not passionate work, and not honest either, but good paying work at least. Though, they're only finding stray bolts and forgotten tools up here… They need to go lower.

After a fair bit of wandering, they finally stumble across a staircase leading down into this place's underbelly. For a moment they almost shiver. The lights flicker, the glow was so dull it might as well not even be there. They pull out their flashlight from the loop on their belt, flicking it on as they begin to wander down. Despite the thick layer of dust, it's not until they reach the bottom of this staircase that they realize something is…wrong. There's a thick set of metal bars here, the key card slot long since broken and the metal chewed on. It's as if some rabid animal was let loose in here. They were careful to unlock the door, pushing it open and shining their flashlight around. This is what they’d expected.

The walls have long since dried blood on them, deep claw marks buried into the walls, and tearing through what used to be some kind of brick. Whatever is, or at least was, down here is really something. The smell of mold and oil was prevalent. See, Y/N was crazy for even coming in here, but they weren't that crazy. They were quick to pull their taser from their belt as well. Remember, aim for visible electronics. There's no way the things down here could be in one piece. As they began to walk, the hallways and rooms only grew more and more upsetting. A few testing chambers presumably, tools of different kinds. Nothing of much interest until they found an old supply room. Sure, there were bones in here and the off-putting smell of rot, but the metal framework pieces were pristine.

They grabbed up as much good material as they could, from wires to endo parts. All of it went into their bag. As they scurried out past the body they could only mutter a quiet apology. It's hard to think of what could've happened down here. Still, they carried on, finding empty glass cages. All with their doors locked and too dark to see into, even with their flashlight. They almost reminded Y/N of display cases, and honestly? That only made their nervousness worse. What were they even working on down here? The papers outside these cells with information were mostly either ripped apart, soaked in blood, or outright missing. Something tells them that opening literally any of these cells would be a bad idea.

Stilling, they hear the dreaded sound of company that they had so desperately and so stupidly hoped they wouldn't be finding so soon. Y/N tried to pinpoint what direction the heavy, metallic footsteps were coming from, uneven motions that were laiden with clicks, snaps, and the sounds of dragging. Whatever they were about to find wasn't going to be nice to look at, and when finally figuring out it was coming from directly ahead, they took a dive under a desk and hoped to not lock eyes with it.

Taser ready and breathing quieted, Y/N pressed their back to the wall and tried to stay brave. They've done this before. They've dealt with this before. They can do this, they're going to be fine.

The tall, lanky robot was bent up and broken. It had a flickering white eye and a flickering red one, both faded. The wires hung out from its neck and between its joints, one leg stiff from rust as it limped forward, dragging itself on down the long hall. The rasping from its voice box made the uninvited guest in hiding cringe, and hold their breath. Even banged up, it's bound to be stronger, and they make a point to keep their taser level with its exposed knee as it passes by closer.

All at once the large bot slowed to a stop, an odd clicking noise coming from what Y/N assumed was its chest. A low hiss spilled out of the creature's mouth as it reached down. For a moment they could only freeze up, but upon a second glance, it seemed…blind? Even looking directly at them it didn't seem to react, odd faceplate swiveling a full 360. Though that thicker plastic was mostly melted and ripped to shreds. It let out another shrill whine as it lurched towards them. They stuck out their Taser instinctively and yet it didn't quite hit. After all, this thing didn't seem to even see them. It simply sat down, presumably exhausted from its walk here. A wheezing rasp, a death rattle, its noises didn't sound human. Almost like grinding metal and breaking bones.

It spoke, broken up and too garbled to be heard as Y/N stared at it. Those eyes not quite locking on anything in particular, its body making a move to perhaps sit back up. Yet it was quick to fall, a loud metal crash as it twitched unnaturally. Another attempt, and yet it only fell again. Its servos snapped and forced the thing to practically be moving all the time. Despite its damaged form and twitchiness. It's lack of body control. That didn't stop Y/N from feeling small in comparison to it. Its snarling and distorted laughter did nothing but upset them. It wasn't just broken physically, something was wrong with its pathfinding. It was searching for something, right? But what?

As it let out another hiss and finally brought itself back to its knees. It let out a shaking snarl before standing. It's footsteps in that odd pattern. The metal clacks, dragging, a shrill noise, and the cycle would repeat. They let out a shallow breath as it began to walk away. Their movements were slow and calculated as they slid out from underneath the table. Alright, if they're quiet and they just keep going this way-

“Don't,” the first clear word the creature had spilled. Though still fuzzy, it left Y/N reeling back. Their head turned to the sound. The seemingly blind robot wasn’t staring at them at all.

“Don't fiGHt me-” a low snarling almost barking noise spilled from it. One of its hands came up to almost tear at its own face as it stumbled. It's balance off.

“Moon- MoOn we n-neEd help.” It hissed still twitching and spasming unnaturally. The voice sounded exhausted. As though it's been unable to sleep for weeks- odd considering robots don't need to rest. That didn't stop Y/N from staring. Help? It wanted…help? How much of a detriment to their health would it be to even get close to that thing? It's clearly unstable, damaged beyond recognition, and probably aggressive. It's tearing itself apart quite literally. Still, at the very least its endoskeleton could be used for parts. So with a shaky breath in they stared the stumbling creature down.

They were quick, having done this countless times before. Their anxiety made their hands shaky but their body moved faster than they usually could. That's the funny thing about adrenaline, isn't it? It always makes you just a little faster. They ran towards the beast, hearing it snarl and twitch unnaturally. It's clawed hands digging into the walls and damn near climbing them. Aim for exposed wires, aim for exposed wires, aim for- and with that. Their arm was thrust right into its exposed chest cavity. The robot screamed, bending at unnatural angles to get away and yet still Y/N persisted. After a good few seconds, the monster would finally crumple into a pile. The smell of burnt plastic, smoke, and what was certainly some kind of rot seemed to hug its body. A thick unholy blanket of nasty smells.

God, was this even worth it? Probably not. This thing was probably going to choke them out in their own home. One second they'll be sipping their coffee, the next? BAM! DEAD! This was honestly the worst idea they've ever had in their entire life and they've clearly had some pretty shitty ideas. Well, if they're going to be following through, they better do it right. Let's see how heavy this thing actually is.

With a lot of struggle and an immense feeling of relief at the knowledge no one was around to see them embarrass themself trying to get this mass of smoking scrap metal up the stairs, they start to pull it up one step at a time. With straining arms and light flailing when they nearly topple and lose their progress a few times, Y/N fights for their LIFE to heave it partly over their shoulder and drag it to the window. It took some careful calculations and a bungee cord from their bag to get the bot up and over the windows edge, but all in all, they managed! With little damage to their own body and a whole robot scavenged, the first hunt appears to be a success.

They'd have carelessly tossed the thing in the back of the van if they could pick it up easily enough to do such a thing, but folding it up and standing there for a moment to catch their breath was gonna have to do. At long last, our lovely Y/N can return to the dumpster fire that they call home with their first project on hand! Isn't that exciting? It seems their dreams aren't all for nothing after all, at least not yet!

The beat up old van they had been living in before finding out they inherited the trashed, empty warehouse they are now sleeping in took them all the way around to the garage area and into the vast, dusty space therein. It was with a whine that they drug the bot out to a table and popped open their toolkit. Y/N is SO not sleeping in the same building with this thing if it's still got arms and legs.

A few quick alterations, the unplugging of a few wires, and a couple of bolts unscrewed had the limbs popped right off, finally allowing the tired ex-mechanic a well deserved break. Today has been long and tonight will be longer. Y/N never was one to wait when they got excited.

As per usual, ramen for dinner and a cold bed to crawl back into. Maybe for some that would sound bad- maybe for Y/N that would usually sound bad too- but with this new robot, how could they be upset? They had something to do with their hands at long last. They’d probably start with removing it's melty plastic coating first thing tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds like it’ll be a good way to start. Perhaps giving the animatronic a bath. Was treating it like some weird stray dog a good thing? Probably not. But that wasnt going to stop them from doing it.

Over the next few weeks they would work tirelessly, cleaning, replacing metal bars, rewiring, casting new molds, reading coding and attempting to fix some of it. This thing was damaged beyond belief, remaining in some sort of idle or rest mode the entire time. As it turns out, there wasn’t just one of them either. Behind that faceplate of theirs was a slot for memory and personality chips. Though they’d expected just the one they were quick to find two. An empty slot between both little cards as if they were missing someone caught Y/N’s eye but they just pushed the thought aside. From the ground up they’d rebuild the first body and create a matching one just for the both of them. This little blue chip had the name Moon on it, so why not decorate the second body with stars right?

After what was surely actual months of work, at last! Their magnum opus! Two well painted, put together, and hopefully functioning animatronics were sat up on their table. They were absolutely stunning, they only needed some work done. Now look? They didn’t look even half as creepy as they originally did. Honestly, if Y/N could they’d give themself a pat on the back. They actually turned out pretty cute, if they did say so themself. Finally, the moment they’d been waiting for. They were careful to flick a few smaller switches inside both animatronics face plates. A little clicking and whirring as their cores powered on was all Y/N needed to know, they should at the very least turn on. They were careful to push both of the animatronics faces shut and wait. And…wait.

And wait.

Just as they were about to reach out and open those faceplates right back up, two sets of eyes snapped open. A set of blue and a heterochromatic set of red and blue. Both sets were glassy, almost like doll eyes, and all at once their mind fell quiet. Ah, it’s finally dawned on them. They just brought two Fazbear Entertainment robots into their house and gave them functional bodies! This…this is going to end terribly, they can already tell.

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anawkwardlady · 6 months

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Dadbastian week day 1 : Proud

“Oh young master, right now you looked just like Mr. Sebastian”

This sentence sends shivers down his spine. Next to him, Sebastian doesn’t break character and only grows a bigger, warmer smile. He simply adds, “I did notice.”

Ciel doesn’t really like the tone of his voice, nor does appreciate that familiar smile. Not familiar in the sense that he saw it on him multiple times –which he did– familiar as in, confusing. As in, coming from a blurry dream where walls, made of real memories, still do not make your home. This is how it feels sometimes, and it’s a stabbing surprise every time it does. It’s not the first time someone makes a passing comment about the similarities between them two and like all the time it happens, the butler feigns a humble face, and stabs.

Ciel doesn’t look like Sebastian. Ciel looks like someone Sebastian also looks like. Therefore maybe Ciel does look like Sebastian. But saying this like that feels like missing a step.

Sebastian doesn’t look like Ciel. Sebastian looks like someone who looks like Ciel. Therefore maybe Sebastian does look like Ciel. But saying this feels like falling down the stairs.

“You’ll grow up and look more and more like him”

Wait. No.

“You even have his smile sometimes”

Not his. not his.

Sebastian again looks satisfied and grows into a face that haunts the boy to this day. As they both know the demon has nothing to feel flattered about, since his skin was merely something he put on like an extra layer of clothes of his own choosing. It was the first choice he had when the contract was made and the master now realizes this tiny wiggle room of freedom he allowed might have been his most immediate way to have a taste of torment.

It did not feel as intrusive at first, it must have even been comforting at times, as much as letting ghosts wander over other people’s faces could be. Especially when you are ten years old still glancing around for all those who do not exist anymore, as a simple habit that could not be helped for now. Familiar smiles, frowns, sighs, were tolerated. When familiar simply meant what it was.

Why. Why this face. What would you want anymore that isn’t already promised away. Why are you smiling like that. Keep it off, it’s not yours!

“My my, everyone sees you morphing into me. What kind of butler would I be if I did not serve as a proper model to grow into,” he smirks.

Ciel understands finally, seeing this pleasant expression once more. He already started eating away. Probably did since the beginning.

One night, the boy discovers his butler’s “corpse” lying on his back, pierced in the chest. They talked it over before and he obviously knew what he was walking into. However, for a few seconds, looking at the– a dead man, he cannot deliver his part. For a few seconds he has no idea of what he is looking at or why that man redundantly died again.

Feeling the growing tension, the butler represses a smile. He feels a satisfaction hard to put into words.

How far you’ve come, young master.

#dadbastianweek2023 #dadbastianproud #nana is posting #idk if i'll be able to do the whole week but I have at least some of the days

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devils-dares · 1 year

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Happiest of birthdays dear Devon! And congratulations on 800 🥳

I would like t request 20 from the gumpy x sunshine with Joel Miller x Female Reader please!

thank you love!

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#20 - grumpy is trying to stay away from sunshine because they think they aren't good for them

wordcount: 1418

“Hey Joel! Over here!” He sighs audibly at the sound of your voice. It wasn’t like he hated you but- to be frank you were too cheerful to be working the sewers in the QZ. He’d the unfortunate honor of being partnered with you a few months ago, so he continues to, finding it easier to work with you than to work with some rough, scowling weirdo.

He trudges over to you, kicking through the muck of the sewers. Handing him a sludgy shovel, you pull your handkerchief down from your face and flash him a smile, before pulling it up and getting back to work.

You try to chit chat but Joel is having none of it, responding to your words with grunts or hums. You continue on, the tone of your voice bright and airy in such a disgusting place. He wonders why you need this job for the extra ration cards, you had no one to care for as far as he knew. He’d share with Tess, use a few to bargain, but what did you need them for?

“What’s that look on your face for?” You ask, and he can see that goddamn smile through the cloth covering on your face.

“Jus’ wondering something.”

“You can ask.” You shovel more muck away from the drain, successfully freeing it to drain the water you and Joel were stepping in.

“What do you need the extra ration cards for? Why not scrub graffiti?” You laugh at the confusion on his face.

“The Changs, they live in the apartment next door to me. Wife’s too weak to work and the husband threw his back out burning corpses. I’m working a bit extra to give them a few.”

He was speechless. Not about the fact that you were a great person, he knew that. But the fact that you’d work your ass off for people you didn’t know when you probably should’ve been stockpiling them, if he was in your position he would’ve kept them all to himself.

“Oh.” He says stupidly, needing something to fill the void of kindness that your eyes are searching for in his. You look at him with a confused glint in your eyes before shrugging your shoulders and continuing on with the task until FEDRA dismisses you all. Joel takes your shovel, offering to return it so you can get ahead in the ration line. You smile at him and walk away, and he swears he can see a goddamn bounce in your step while you walk away from the tunnel smelling like shit and looking like it too.

He feels bad, you have no one to spend your days with, so whenever you see him, you try to hang out. He remembers once at the market when he commented offhandedly on being surprised at the sight of apples, only to have you knocking on his door a few hours later with an apple pie.

“I’m making dinner tonight,” you offer to him, “a stew. Market had fresh meat so I’m cooking enough for next door too. You’re free to come if you’d like.” He couldn’t be the one to stamp out your light. He’d feel selfish. As annoying as it was that you always saw the best in the worst situations, it was refreshing to have someone actually care about being alive for once.

“I’m busy, I’m afraid,” he says, Texas drawl spilling lazily around his words, “gotta talk with Tess tonight.”

“Ah, still, I could make it to-go?”

“No, don’t bother, save it for yourself.” He didn’t mean his tone to be so rough, after all, you were just a pretty little thing, an amenity in a shithole. The joy drained from your eyes and you looked down at your muck covered boots before looking back up and he swore your eyes were a bit glassy.

“Alright, Joel. Have a good one.” You turned on your heel and walked away. He cussed at the sky and kicked some rocks, dust spraying into the air before settling on the dry, cracked dirt again.

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“How was your date?” Tess teases, and her laughs silence almost immediately when Joel glares at her. She’s not scared of him, and truly one of her sources of entertainment is pressing his buttons, so she does just that.

“Heard you two were pushin’ around shit today. How was it, lover boy?” Her words seem to fall on deaf ears however, so she continues to push.

“She’d be great to take on trips, y’know. She might get us a lower trading price, body like that and all.” She doesn’t continue after that sentence, Joel’s fist bangs hard on the table in front of him and Tess jumps a little.

“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s happy, leave her be.”

“Protective, are we?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why don’t we table this discussion and you go visit your girlfriend? We’re not making this drop for another week.” He looks at her again, this time his eyes are softened, almost mourning.

“Oh, don’t tell me you fucked this one up.”

“It’s a possibility.” She laughs maniacally.

“Only you, Joel Miller,” she walks over to him and shoves a finger in his chest, “can screw something great up so badly. It’s almost like you crave suffering.”

“I don’t crave-”

“Then fix it. I’m gone.” Tess grabs her jacket and ignores the calls of her name, walking out of his building and back to her own.

“For fuck’s sake.” He groans, dropping back against the couch and covering his eyes with his hands.

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You were sitting at your dingy table, propped up with three legs and a stack of old books, when a knock at your door disturbed your pathetic sad peace. Sighing, you get up, peaking through the peephole when you see who stood on the other side.

“I know you’re in there,” he calls out, hoping you’re in the mood for forgiveness, “I’d like- uh- you said you were gonna make some stew.” He hears a thud on the other side of the door, your head banging against the door in an internal fight of ethics and morality. He smiles when he hears the clicks of the locks, and drops it quickly when you open it.

“Hello Joel.” You say in a monotone voice.

“Hi.” He says, paired with a small wave and a slight smile that makes your heart swoon.

“Stew?” You offer, and he nods.

“If you don’t mind, sweetheart.” You turn quickly to grab a bowl, hiding the hot blush spreading across your cheeks. You hand him the bowl, full of stew, and he takes a spoonful. He hums almost immediately when it reaches his tongue, and he shuts his eyes.

“Just like momma used to make.” He comments before taking another spoonful. You join him on the table, polishing off your bowl.

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“All done.” He says, taking the towel off his shoulder and hanging it back on the drying rack.

“That was delicious, princess.”

“You can uh-” His hands come to rest on the counter behind him, flexing his biceps and suddenly your mouth goes dry and your words disappear.

“I can?”

“Oh! You can take some home if you’d like.”

“I’d love to, but I’d like to uh- thank you first.”

“You’ve thanked me plenty, plus you did all the dishes, I couldn’t ask for-” He takes a few steps towards you, an intruder in your space.

“Can I put my hands on ya?” You nod vigorously, and his fingers touch the bare skin where your ratty t-shirt has ridden up.

“Can I-”

“Please.” He leans down, his figure swallowing yours as his lips meet yours. You reciprocate immediately, the two of you moving in harmony. His hands squeeze your hips while yours wind in his hair. Teeth and tongues clashing, you let him take what he wants until he pulls away, forehead pressed against yours.

“That was somethin’.” He says, and you laugh.

“I think something is an understatement.” It’s his turn to laugh as he pecks your lips.

He brushes your hair behind your ear, looking at you with soft eyes.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You ask.

“You’re great,” he says, cupping your cheek as you lean into his hand, “and I don’t wanna take that away, darlin’.”

“How would you do that?”

“Ah, you know me.”

“If you promise not to make me broody like you, I’ll promise not to make you too happy.” He hums.

“Deal.”

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light-lanterne · 6 months

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this was supposed to be two paragraphs long,,, anyway, little idea i had:

tw // mentions of death, murder and violence - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☽ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - small offering, @boycattj, @byelerss, @catboy-cabin, @dark-quill, @conanssummerchild, @fenixashes, @fluffyfangirl, @foodiewithdahoodie, @holyvirgilscriptures, @hyperfixationcentralsvoid, @ivytheenbyfae, @runninguplenorahills, @rotisseries, @saffirez, @willow-lark, @yearninginblue.

au where paladin mike is so caught up in winning all his battles that, when he is on the verge of finally losing a campaign and therefore a whole war, he is quick to make a deal with a powerful god to salvage the situation and emerge victorious once more.

so he makes this pact. offers his eternal loyalty to this god in exchange for good luck and near invincibility, then continues waging his kingdom's war as they conquer new lands. he never once doubts his purpose within the king's reign, nor does he question why the deity he made a pact with never asked for anything in return for their favour other than for mike to keep fighting.

that is, until the day of his final mission, where he's tasked with conquering a small village that will grant the kingdom undisputed advantage over their enemies.

so he goes. single-handedly slaughters everyone who gets in his way. destroys all defences the town ever had and makes his way to the town hall to claim his victory. as he walks, he steps over the bodies of his victims and something in the back of his mind tells him this is wrong; urges him to look at the weapons his enemies were carrying and realise that they were nothing but farming tools and normal household utensils.

but his bloodlust doesn't simmer down until the very moment when he walks over the corpses of his entire family and beloved childhood friends.

the people he loved most, all slaughtered by none other than him.

all because the god had granted him with good luck, near invincibility, and a terrible fog that would settle in his brain every time mike picked up a sword, blinding him from seeing the world as it truly was —his "enemies" as they truly were—; forcing him to fight and feed the god more and more blood until every living being in the periphery was dead.

so there, amidst the ruins of his hometown and surrounded by the bodies of everyone he ever cared for, mike makes a promise: he vows to kill this god, no matter what it takes, and avenge the lives of all the people he killed in their name.

(all the people who now haunt his every move, phantasms of his victims teasing and torturing him every waking minute as punishment for breaking the deal he'd made)

,,,but of course, a human killing a god by themselves is not easy and thus, mike makes yet another deal, convinced that he's got nothing left to lose.

so this time he makes a deal with a demon, one that's long waited for the moment someone made mike's mistake and required his assistance. one that doesn't have a hidden agenda and truly just wants to see this pretty little human kill god with his bare hands.

and thus, a new partnership is born: will gleefully offers his services and guidance to mike, leading him through a vast battlefield full of enemies of all sorts (divine and otherwise) and, whenever the situation is dire, offering his strength and power to the frail human, their selves merging into one for limited time and only separating once they are both covered in blood.

the catch ? with every time will possesses mike, the human will lose a memory of the people he loved, insignificant at first, then more and more important as time goes on until there is nothing left in mike's brain but the demon's name and the bloodlust that led him here in the first place.

but such is the price mike has to pay if he is to fulfil his promise.

so oblivion it is.

- the end -

(this is obviously inspired by the original god of war trilogy so, for extra horror, please imagine that mike's punishment for breaking the deal with god includes him being covered in the ashes of his loved ones, a cruel, constant reminder of what he did to them, his reflection becoming yet another sight to torment him until the day he dies)

#📺#✨#🧸#byler #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler ficlet #will byers #mike wheeler #cleradin #dark byler agenda #w // murder #w // mild depictions of violence

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prettytoxicrevolver · 2 years

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Twin Flame | Corpse Husband

Requested? By me of course

Warnings? Nah

Summary: Corpse finds his twin flame

Word Count: 1350

Corpse had always believed in soulmates.

It wasn’t something he went around claiming, especially with his music being about sleeping with girls and leaving them so they won’t want more. Somewhere deep inside though, he longed to find his twin flame. The other half that the greeks insisted was walking around this earth also trying to find him.

It felt dreamy and ridiculous to him at times, that he wanted a love like that so desperately. No matter what people thought or assumed, he really did want to love someone for the rest of his life and know that they loved him back just the same.

“Uh, Karl?” Corpse asks stepping into his friends house. He was visiting for the first time in a bit and Karl insisted he could just come in when he arrived at the house.

What he doesn’t expect is you to come walking out of the kitchen, hair pulled into a tight ponytail, sweats laying low on your hips, and a big t-shirt, one he recognizes as Karl’s adorning your body. You tilt your head in an unasked question but then realization dawns.

“You’re Corpse!” you exclaim and the older man continues to stare in part wonder and confusion.

It quite literally takes Corpse a couple of minutes to respond, something tugging at his heart so sharply that he can’t place. For a moment the word love sits on the tip of his lips but he shakes it away, fearful that it was just something playing a trick on him. But still, his mind wandered, could it be love at first sight?

“Sorry,” you apologize quickly, taking his suitcase from him and leading him toward Karl’s extra room.

“Karl had to run off to help Jimmy with a shoot and left me in charge and he sends his apologies but said you can order food, use his car, ask me for anything, whatever,” you say and Corpse has to struggle to keep up literally and listening wise.

“By the way, I’m (y/n),” you say, turning and holding a hand out to shake.

Corpse takes it, feeling a shock run through him at the contact. You smile sincerely before dropping his hand and making your way back toward the hallway.

“Oh!” you say stepping back into the room and Corpse looks up at you.

“What’s your zodiac sign?”

“Leo. Why?” Corpse asks, utterly confused and intrigued by you at the same time.

“Everything’s aligned.”

You disappear before Corpse can say anything else or even ask what the heck you mean by that. He’s left standing in Karl’s extra room, looking around like a tornado just passed through and he’s not sure what to do in the aftermath.

It feels like a lifetime since Corpse had last seen you, but in reality, it was six days. That first day, Karl had come back to the house, apologizing for not being there when he arrived and asking if you showed him everything. The only thing Corpse could say was;

“I think I just fell in love at first sight.”

Karl tried not to make a big deal of it, asking questions and confirming he was talking about (y/n).

“I don’t know I just,” he explained further. “She’s stunning yes, but the way she introduced herself, she acted like we had been best friends for years. She has these eyes you look into and just trust, her smile lit up the room and I swear I felt electricity when I held her hand.”

Corpse realized he was spouting on about a girl he barely knows and all Karl does is smile at his friend.

So, Karl arranged for the two of you to hang out while he was out filming for Jimmy again. This time when you showed up, you both were more prepared to see the other.

“Hi!” you greet when he shows up at Karl’s front door.

“Hey,” he says, stepping inside the house and shutting the door behind him.

You both stand in the foyer, avoiding looks from the other as you try to figure out what to do for the night and fight off the nervous butterflies floating around.

“Uhm, have you eaten yet?”

“Ah, no. Do you wanna go somewhere?” he asks, looking around like the answer will find him.

“Sure,” you respond.

You lead Corpse out to your car and as you back out of the driveway, he’s overcome with the thought that he doesn’t care where the two of you were going as long as you were next to him.

As the sights fly by him, he’s hit with the strongest sense of deja vu he’s ever had in his life.

“Woah,” he lets out and you glance over at him.

“Deja vu,” he explains, and you grin. Your smile causes him to tilt his head and ask you what’s up.

“I’m pretty sure you’re my twin flame from a past life.”

Corpse lets your words flow over him, the one thing he has been searching for his whole life was potentially sitting right next to him. The thought terrified and excited him all at once. As he looks over your features, it occurs to him that he hasn’t been anxious once around you. As if the two of you have indeed done this in a previous life together.

He never really understood the concept of deja vu, that life was on the perfect track and that’s what those moments were. Just little reminders. Not until he met you.

You two end up with food and back at Karl’s house, relaxing in beach chairs in the expansive backyard. Your trash sits to the side, your legs intertwined as you sit across from each other. You fiddle with your drink next to you, and Corpse gazes over at you. He feels a strong pull towards you, the urge to kiss you so deep and prominent he feels his body moving towards yours.

But, when your eyes lock with his once more, he backs down, knowing he couldn’t kiss you. Not yet, anyway. You were magical in his eyes and he didn’t want to ruin it.

As the night grows colder, you and Corpse end up back in the living room, his sweatshirt has landed over your body, stopping just above your mid-thigh and swallowing you whole. Your legs are tucked up so your head rests on your knees and you peer up at him through your lashes as he talks.

Your gaze is so kind and gentle, filling him with warmth and a sense of comfort he hasn’t felt in years. He wants to take a picture of you, stare at it and memorize the way you look at him.

“Aliens?” you ask, continuing the existential conversation you had landed on.

“Duh,” he responds like it’s universal knowledge.

“Soulmates?” you question next and Corpse pauses.

Your chin still rests on your knees, a shy smile gracing your features as you look at the older boy. His hands move on their own accord, one coming up to cup your face, his thumb resting lightly on your chin. The other fingers the hem of his sweatshirt, slowly pulling you closer to him.

You land in his arms, wrapping yourself up tight and safe in his embrace. His head tilts down till his lips brush over yours and as he watches your eyes flutter shut at the action, he presses forward. Your lips mold together as if they were always meant to be that way and you were simply finding your way back to each other once more.

The thought that you were too good for him, that this had to be a mistake floats through his mind for a moment but when he feels your body pressed against his, the thought vanishes in a moment. You end up in his lap, arms around his neck, face pressed into his chest, and his arms encircling your waist like he’ll never let you go again.

“This is really forward,” he starts and you look up at him again. “But, will you be mine?”

“Of course.”

#corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband fic

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justyoureverydaytwstsimp · 5 months

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Where the winter crows die <fanfic>

Everyone loves happy endings. Rory was leaving, and taking the boundary with him. Crowe was free. Free from the blood pact. Free from sacrificing corpses. Free to love Aster. It was a perfect ending.

...

"Squawk". The crow(beast) cried, a hand wrapped tightly on its neck. Aster's. "You think I'll just let you leave? That I'll let you murder more people? Letting the villain live is such an anticlimactic ending, don't you think?" At the murderous gaze, even the cruel beast shuddered.

Crowe had never seen Aster like this. He had never seen the timid, sweet girl act out. Never saw the deranged smile on her face as she choked the beast silly. "You must think I'm stupid." She said, in the cruelest tone he's ever heard her speak.

"Release me." Said Rory, as he tried to escape her grasp. "You do not know with what forces you're messing with, Human." "On the contrary, you do not know what human you are messing with."

*you may skip this part if you're not into Christianity*

"I am the daughter of the God of the universe, little insect. Do not underestimate me or my power. I call upon his name, the one and only. Father, avenge me. avenge these broken souls. By the power of the first, and the power of the last, your beginning has come to an end"

*Christianity part is done*

Aster watched as Rory screamed in pain, as he withered from the inside out. She relished in his pain.

But the bird's dimming red eyes reminded her. Crowe.

She ran to his side, a hundred apologies coming out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Crowe. I thought - No, I knew you'd live. After all, the bloodpact only stated that you'd die if Rory was killed by you and yes that was pretty risky but I couldn't let what happened to Winter Hollow happen again, I couldn't let someone be his victim and I'm really sorry-"

"That was...amazing. You never do run out of surprises, snowflake. It makes me want to fall for you more.' Aster blushed at his words, yet the greyness of his eyes caught her off-guard. Crowe felt her gaze on him. And though her strong gaze was flattering, the worry in her eyes led him to answer. "It's nothing, snowflake. Don't worry." he said, trying to calm her nerves. "Oh right! Breakfast! I'll better start soon-"What did we say about communication?" said Aster, crossing her eyes and trying to look firm.

Crowe stopped in his tracks. he fidgeted a little, rubbing the back of his neck. He was quite cute when he was nervous. "I may or may not havelostmostoftheabilitytoseecolorexceptredwhiteandblack?' and extra cute when he's honest. "Don't worry, i know a place that makes colorblind glasses. It's actually quite close to my current home. Plus, I bet glasses would look really - nevermind." "I'd look really what?" teased Crowe. Aster denied giving Crowe an answer, instead quickening her steps to the cabin. "Come on, we better start packing!" Crowe caught her hands, and started walking side by side with her. "Alright, dear!

"...by the way, what is colorblind glasses?" laughter encompassed the whole walk.

#i really wanted rory dead #why didnt he die #crowe would only die if he was the one who killed rory #i fully expected we could kill him rory death penalty #where winter crows go #where winter crows go fanfic #wwcg #wwcg fanfic #Crowe x oc #Crowe is cute #Murdering evil birds is such a fun couple activity #They're practically married

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greenlantern94to04 · 3 months

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Green Lantern #50 (March 1994)

"EMERALD TWILIGHT," Finale! Hal Jordan goes full supervillain, and nothing will ever be the same again (for about 10 years).

Last issue ended with Hal, usually the hero of this comic, attempting to steal the power of every Green Lantern in the universe via their Central Power Battery, only to be stopped by Sinestro, usually the villain of this comic. Hal, driven mad by the destruction of his city and obsessed with getting the power to un-destroy it, tells Sinestro he'll kill him if he doesn't get out of his way, but Sinestro ain't buying it -- he still thinks he's talking to the Hal Jordan who appeared in the Super Friends cartoons.

Hal demonstrates how serious he is by nearly blowing Sinestro's pants off with all those GL rings he stole last issue. Sinestro points out that one ring vs. ten rings isn't very sporting, so Hal actually drops the extra ones so they can have a fair fight. I guess resurrecting Hal's loved ones as soon as possible isn't as important as proving to a purple jackass that he can beat him without unfair advantages.

So, Hal and Sinestro start fighting as the increasingly worried Guardians of the Universe watch on. Sinestro tries to get under Hal's skin by telling him about the time the Guardians begged him to take this sad little Earthling and turn him into "half" the Green Lantern Sinestro was, but Hal isn't in the mood for fight scene banter right now. What starts as a classic power ring battle (constructs, energy blasts) soon devolves into two angry dudes beating the crap out of each other, until Hal finally gets his arms around Sinestro's neck...

...and breaks it. Hal doesn't even let out a dramatic "NOOOOOOOO," like a proper superhero. He just mutters "damn you" and walks away, leaving Sinestro's mangled body on the ground.

Now no one else stands between Hal and the Central Battery -- or so he thinks, until Kilowog comes back for another round. Despite having no ring, Kilowog gives Hal a good beating as he tries to make him think about the consequences of draining the Power Battery (you know, like murdering every GL currently in space or in a fight somewhere). Kilowog tells Hal he may have killed Sinestro, but he isn't evil like him yet. He can still stop. Hal replies: "No. I can't." Then he confirms it by turning one of his best friends into a pile of bones.

Hal drops his ring, saying he doesn't deserve it anymore... and besides, he won't need it after absorbing the Central Battery's power. Hal walks up to the Battery and all the Guardians are there, but without any GLs around, they can't really do anything but lecture him. With tears in his eyes, Hal tells them: "What's going to happen is going to happen. It has to. You can't stop it... and neither can I." It's like Hal knows they're all merely pawns to a higher power: yes, Green Lantern editor Kevin Dooley.

It's only once Hal has entered the battery that the other Guardians turn to Ganthet and are like "okay, fine, let's try that plan you mentioned last issue." As the Battery begins to collapse, the Guardians perform a ritual where they send all their lifeforce to Ganthet (which you can tell because they're getting even older and wrinklier). Finally, the Battery explodes and Hal emerges with a new costume, a new more villain-esque hairdo, and, although we don't know it yet, a new name: PARALLAX.

Parallax walks across the Guardians' shriveled up bodies and angrily steps on his old GL ring before flying off into space. Then, Ganthet rises from a pile of corpses and puts the broken ring back together (and gives it a redesign, while at it). He says that, as the last Guardian of the Universe, he'll make sure that his brothers' ideals live on, then turns himself into a ball of energy headed for Earth.

Meanwhile, the same young dude who saw Hal flying to Oa in GL #48 comes out of a nightclub to get some air and spots another "falling star" in the sky, only this one is actually falling. In fact, it's heading directly for him. It turns out to be Ganthet, who lands right in front of this understandably confused clubgoer, tells him "You shall have to do," and hands him Hal's refurbished ring.

Without saying much else, Ganthet turns back into green energy and disappears. After confirming that the hobo who was sleeping in this alley also saw "a blue little guy in a red dress disappear" (for what it's worth), the guy decides to put on the ring -- and suddenly finds himself wearing a Green Lantern costume. "Oh man," he says, "I think my life just got a lot more complicated."

Haha, you don't know the half of it, buddy.

Plotline-Watch:

Things we know about Kyle Rayner so far: 1) he likes Nine Inch Nails, based on his shirt, 2) sometimes he dances so hard that he has trouble breathing, and 3) if a little blue man in an alley tells him to do something, he does it. Perfect superhero material. Things we don't know about Kyle Rayner yet: that his name is Kyle Rayner.

I've always liked the contrast between the way Hal was recruited to the Corps in 1959's Showcase #22 (with a speech about how fearless and honest he is) and the way Kyle was recruited in this issue (with a shrug and a "you'll do").

The Guardians did approach Sinestro about training Hal, as told in Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn II #1 (1991), but there was no begging involved. In fact, they forced him to do it. I guess he showed him in the end when his trainee wound up destroying the Corps (and killing him, but still).

Kilowog (RIP) tells Hal "I know what it's like to lose yer home, the folks ya love..." and it's true: he lost his planet twice. Bolovax Vik was destroyed during Crisis on Infinite Earths, but Kilowog managed to preserve everyone's minds inside his ring. Then, as soon as he found a new planet for his people in Green Lantern Corps #218 (1987), Sinestro blew it up again, permanently killing everyone this time. By Hal's logic, Kilowog should have turned himself into a DOUBLE Parallax long ago.

Kilowog also mentions that Hal has gone into the Central Battery twice before: first to save the day at the end of Emerald Dawn, and then to try to save the day in Green Lantern #6 (1990), although it didn't work out so well the second time because a crazy Guardian had already taken that power for himself. You know, they really should have put a door on that thing or something.

I don't remember if the hobo who was sleeping in the alley when Kyle got the ring will appear again, but I'm giving him a tag anyway. Wonder if they've ever done an alternate reality story about what if he'd become the All-New Green Lantern...

Guy-Watch:

Guy Gardner: Warrior #18 marks the start of the "Emerald Fallout" storyline, which will reunite Guy with his old pal Hal. It kicks off with Guy's yellow power ring (which feeds off GL ring energy) suddenly exploding and showing him a vision of Hal killing Sinestro, Kilowog's corpse, and Parallax emerging from the Battery. Guy, however, seems more concerned with the fact that the ring isn't working now, so he takes it to Blue Beetle, who can't resist the opening for a dick joke.

Beetle ends up giving Guy a prototype of the EXTREME '90s armor he built for Booster Gold (incidentally, based on Kilowog's old designs), which is somehow even more EXTREME and more '90s. Guy has some trouble adjusting to it, but grows to like it.

Next, Guy visits his on-and-off girlfriend Ice at the Arctic Circle, where she's quite literally chilling as she figures some stuff out -- as seen in the Justice League America series, she recently lost her dad after he was murdered by her evil brother, who also died, and then she gained vaguely defined new powers for vaguely defined reasons. Also, she went from modest clothes and no cleavage to an exotic dancer suit and all of the cleavage. The '90s were hard on everyone.

Just when it looks like Ice and Guy are about to reconcile, there's a huge explosion that knocks her out -- it's that Militia asshole who tried to kill Guy last issue, who just shot himself out of a submarine's cannon to finish the job. Will Guy ever catch a break?! NEXT ISSUE: Not in this storyline, he won't.

#green lantern #ron marz #darryl banks #romeo tanghal #hal jordan #sinestro #guardians of the universe #kilowog #ganthet #kyle rayner #guy gardner #blue beetle #ice #justice league #militia #green lantern corps #quorum #hobo who was sleeping in the alley when kyle got the ring #oh yeah and also bivvix the talking crocodile green lantern dies in the guy gardner issue rip bivvix the talking crocodile green lantern

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Way back to her pt 1/2

Minthara x F!Tav

MDI! cw: mentions of violence, Minthara is jealous & possessive. I have not changed her at all from her canon paranoid self. Sexual stuff going on here as well. Not proof read

[Tav was a knight at the Beanre household and caught Minthara’s attention forming an interesting relationship. After the Absolutes abduction she is now trying to find her way back to her]

Just a stoic statue, fit for nobody And I don't wanna get in your way

But I finally think I can say, That the vicious cycle was over, The moment you smiled at me

[1]

You always watched her. Aside from the fact that it was your job to follow her every step you went the extra mile and engaged with her in every given chance

“A knight?” you remembered her asking with a vile smirk directed her mothers way

“To protect me from whom? My siblings or you?” and the old woman shook her head in dismay

“You are a noble of the house of Beanre. You need a personal guard” Minthara turned around and walked out. You put in a lot of effort to prove yourself to no avail. She was skilled with maces and twice as good with magic. The paladin excelled in every aspect and you hardly ever had the time to show your own talents.

However there was a moment of weakness and loneliness where you found her standing atop of an old lover's corpse. another one that she had killed herself

“Are you alright?”

You rushed to her aid and she didn’t stop you nor did she lift a hand to keep you at distance. She turned to you with lowered brows and eyes like blown out candles. She was tired, emotionally

“It’s quite a lonely thing to hold this position and betrayal comes in abundance” she confessed.

“Yet you, why are you always here ?” she asked without judgment but out of pure curiosity and…despair.

“Are you in need of financial compensation? or is it my parents' graces you are trying so hard to weasel your way into?” Her voice clipped and harsh once again. She faced you and straightened her posture

“To impress you” you honestly confessed and fell on one knee. You reached out and held her hand daring to lay your forehead against her grayish skin.

“If only you would give me the chance…you would see”

you started but she cut you off with a gesture. her fingers wrapped around your cheek lifting your face to look at her. she smirked

“Keep me company tonight” your eyes widened in shock

“That would be blasphemous of me- Before you, a Noble and a high priestess- Im nothing but a mere knight.Even to dream of such privilege is a sin” she chuckled, a low raspy sound that echoed in your mind.

“That’s for me to decide. Call the maids. tell them to clean this mess and then meet me at my private chambers. At night, you belong to me alone”

A new relationship was formed. One void of all emotion and filled with carnal pleasure. You savored the touch of her flesh beneath her fingers and basked in the glory of her naked body on top of yours. You were quick to learn what she liked. She came undone when you stroked her ears and would shiver when you pulled her hair. She didn’t necessarily like it rough. She liked passion and whatever that entailed which was a stark contrast to what you thought she would be. Fortunately though it perfectly aligned with your needs

Felt as if you two were molded for each other. However you knew that it was within her rights to be courted by many and you were merely someone to fill the gaps in between the searches for what was real.

Yet for some reason, she never ventured away. She started seeking out your presence even when it wasn't necessary. Through that bond you found a new side of Minthara, a more mischievous one. During important gatherings she would wear a skin tight dress with high slits exposing her thighs and cut down low showing the curve of her chest. At first you were sure it had to do with court appropriate attire and looking for suitors. You quickly figured out how naive you were. It all took one glance her way across the table. You stood straight as a rod with your hands on your sheathed sword when her lips twitched in what was a ghost of a smile and her legs spread on her velvet chair with the fabric falling from her thighs to her corr barely covering what was beneath it. However she showed you something entirely different. From her exposed ashy thighs you noticed she wore no undergarments beneath her dress and when you realized that you nearly lost your balance. You stood across from her yet you could smell her desire and it made you dizzy. Judging from everyone around you they all were confused and delighted, hoping that this show was directed to them but Minthara never broke contact with you.

That night you would have her scream your name when you were knuckles deep in her wet aching pussy. She bit and scratched and kept repeating the same words “You are mine”

“You belong to me”

And to your knowledge those words didn’t extend beyond your position as a knight. However she would confuse you the next day when you would awake first and rush to get ready. At first she just watched. however a few weeks later she would ask you to stay with her and help her get dressed and after a month she would claw her nails in your back commanding you to indulge her and keep her in your embrace. she buried her face in your chest and nuzzled her nose in the exposed skin. You laid frozen still. It felt familiar to a cat’s affection that would vanish after an abrupt movement.

One night you remembered waking up to a peculiar sight and a devastating bellyache. She held a bottle of poison in her hand and a wet towel in the other pressed against your forehead tending to you “Minthara what did you-”

“You need to become immune to poison. This is training” She said matter-of-factly as if it was the most logical thing to hear

“Fuck are you-why?”

She left the bottle on her nightstand and lowered herself on your thighs wetting the towel every now and then making sure it stayed cool while your temperature started rising.You started coughing and you felt like throwing up.

“What in God's name was in that thing-” you coughed again and tried to sit up not even sure how to take any of the shit unraveling before you

“You want me dead?”

She shook her head and pushed you down, immune to your tantrums “I want to keep you by my side and unfortunately people will come at you just for that. I need to make sure you can handle the easiest way to kill you”

“Easiest?” you yelled. She cocked a brow to you and you almost felt bad for your very much justified tone

“A drop in your drink or food and you are gone just like that” She said and snapped her fingers in your face. You stopped trying to reason with her as her shape started to wobble and you could hardly keep your eyes open. She stayed with you. The next morning you noticed that she had the antidote ready right next to the poison along with her spellbook gifted from lolth. If things went south she was ready. It took a couple of months of you waking up to such endeavors. One was a knife on your neck, the other with some new vile liquid down your throat. Yet with each attempt you grew less angry and more understanding.

She was a noble and a knight who could die in their sleep was no good to her or to anyone. You began to appreciate her effort and surprised her with a knife pulled at her own throat after trained caution. She smiled with relief and tossed her weapon on the side of the bed while you hid yours beneath the pillows and furs. She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed your lips with so much fervor that they felt bruised when you two parted.

“Seems like you have been paying more attention than I thought. Im flattered”

“I just hope you aren’t as tending to all the knights as you are to me”

“Jealous?” she teased and you laughed looking away. Yes you fucking were. You couldn’t understand her.

Not this.

“You have very delicate movements for a warrior” you smiled as you sat behind her braiding her hair and leaned down to kiss her naked shoulders. she sighed in content and leaned back against your chest.

“Give me your hand soldier” she commanded softly and you reached around laying her hand in her grasp. she traced the fine lines of your palm

“A long life of fortune but solitude” she started “Is what they told me when they looked at mine, yet in yours there are many roads and many paths. I’ve never met such a free spirit so willingly caged” you smiled and buried your nose in her hair carefully not to get carried away and leave a kiss in an already too tender moment for what you two actually were.

“I broke out of most of my chains” you whispered “but this one…” you trailed on and held her in your arms “oh please let this one remain”

You would never find out what she thought of your confession. The absolute messengers came and she hung their bodies in her garden. Her curiosity got the better of her and one night she vanished and was never seen again.

[2]

Lae’zel reminded you of your love. That was your first impression of the Githyanki warrior. She was bold, straight to the point with her words and as strong headed and distrusting as Minthara. You knew how to approach feline looking people thanks to her.

“Who is this drow you are chasing so fondly?” she asked and surprised you. Shadowheart and Astarion paused their conversation and turned your way.

You looked away at the fireplace and let out a sigh

“When did you-“

“You saw my fears about my Queen and left an opening for me to explore your mind. Felt only fair to know something of you however I expected more than…a woman” she said and you couldn't distinct whether the dryness in her tone came from unfamiliarity or from disappointment

“She isn’t just any woman…Many..many years ago I was a knight working for a family of Noble drows in menzoberranzan” you started and quickly darted your eyes around to notice everyone expecting to hear more. Granted you were the only one left who never shared anything but their name to the team so their curiosity was justified. Even Gale peeked from his tent pretending to fix his perfectly working night lanterns

“I was the Queen's knight during the trials and once my skill was recognised I was assigned the position of guarding one of her daughters. The second one in line…But one day the Absolute kidnapped her. I can’t believe I overlooked that part of her…how strong her curiosity was”

you said and lowered your head lost in your own thoughts and shadowheart chuckled snapping you out of it

“That doesn’t sound like a knight who failed at her job but like a lover who lost their partner” you looked up at her with softer eyes and a hardened heart

“She was someone I loved” you didn’t expect to sound so sharp but the surprise in her face mirrored your feelings “I didn’t mean to make you-“

“It’s fine. I wasn’t hiding it really. I have been looking for her.Or was at least…until my capture. The rest, you know the rest…Looking for a cure is a priority but I won't lie and act like I wasn’t looking for clues of her whereabouts' ' you finished and the silence that followed was unbearable. You almost wished Lae’zel would find something to argue over to lighten the mood

“How do you know she is alive?”

“Because she is the strongest warrior I’ve met. Nothing can break her”

I hope so at least- you thought to yourself terrified to say that last bit out loud.You remembered her in leather blood soaked armor, the blood of her sibling from one of their asassination attempts and you also remembered her telling you of her own mothers attempt on taking her life. Yet she smiled with a glint in her eyes and would say -let them try- and would lay her head on your naked chest and then-

your head snapped up once the thoughts vanished and you looked around realizing it was shadowheart this time who peered into your mind. She was unable to look at you with cheeks flushed as she stood up and curtly excused herself

you took a bite out of the roasted meat you had on a stick. It was dry, tasteless and if you thought a bit longer on where that meat even came from you may have used the same stick to lobotomize yourself

“How romantic” Astarion trailed on in a sing song voice and got up and get the lyre you all found earlier that day “If you pluck a tune you won’t leave to see the daylight” Lae’zel threatened sick of his terrible music skills that filled your travel these past few days

“Awh, so mean” he pursed his lips and put the lyre away like a wet cat.

“Let’s head to bed. There’s a goblin camp nearby. Worth to look for a healer there as well”

“Goblins are fun, We might even drink a glass of wine or two” Astarion agreed. You shrugged and tossed your stick on the firepit and went to your tent trying to get comfortable. You heard rustling outside and footsteps and watched the silhouette of a woman outlined behind the fabric

“yes? shadowheart?”

She stepped in and kneeled beside you

“I don’t understand why are you giving yourself to a woman who only used you to satiate her own sexual appetite”

“I was willing to accept anything she would give to me. Any part of her however small”

“and now ? Are you hoping she will look at you differently if you find her and save her ?”

you shook your head and chuckled

“You know I'd love to say no but it’s been so long since I’ve had a royal stick up my ass to prevent me from having these thoughts that I may very well accept them. But that’s not why you are here love, is it?”

you asked and she smirked “I won’t judge you for keeping secrets from me since I haven’t been open myself however if those are of an old love then I believe I am allowed to have a peek” you smiled and watched her sit on top of you straddling your thighs with her own her hands on your neck as she planted soft kisses on your jaw and cheek

“Hm, are you? As far as I am concerned we shared a drink and a night and you pulled away. This newfound interest surprises me” she smiled

“This could be something more eventually, maybe someday. However as we are now with many things unresolved it’s best if we stick to what we have”

you felt pressured. You disliked the expectation that hung loosely in the air. You refused to move on from Minthara. Not until you found her at least and took her back to her home safely. It was your duty not as a knight but as someone who genuinely loved her. However the rest was entirely in her hands. If she would reject you or continue your pact of carnal pleasure.

“Shadowheart I do enjoy you and your company but I am not-“

“I know” she said and you smiled, relaxing a bit beneath her embrace. You turned the two of you around and let her spend the night in your camp.

[3]

The Goblin camp was grotesque as you thought it’d be. There was a bard fighting for dear life to entertain the crowd with poor stories and pitiful jokes and in the distance you could see goblins chasing around an owl ear cub. Your heart ached for the animal and you left a mental note to see if you could do something about the situation.

“Isn’t this…Volo? The clown from the druids grove?” Astarion whispered in your ear and you choked back a laugh

“A bard not a clown”

“He makes it exceptionally hard to tell the two apart” he said dismissively and walked past the show looking around. You didn’t exactly know where to begin. Nettie tried to kill you but spoke of a healer that was captured here. Then there was the goblin Sazza, who said they had their own healer. Priestess soul gut. Was worth giving both a shot assuming you wouldn’t die in the process

“Shall we take a look?” Shadowheart chirped in

“You really think they will just let us walk around in there? It’s a prison”

“We are wasting time here. We should be looking for the crèche” Lae’zel hissed at both of you

“We will Lae’zel but let’s exhaust all of our options. We didn’t have an easy time before, I don’t see why that would change now” You waved Astarion over who was already happily day drinking and he swung his hips your way in a way that put you to shame. Maybe he could teach you a thing or two about walking with more grace and suave.

You pushed against the heavy wooden doors and walked past the broken statues of Selune. Two guard stopped you

“Where do you think you are going?”

“We have an audience with your Leader” Astarion took charge. You all agreed that he could be more persuasive and charming than the three of you combined.

“Which one? Priestess Soul Gut, The Drow or Dror Ragzlin?”

“That would be-”

“The drow” you pushed him away gently with a hand on his chest and stepped forward. There was no reason for a drow to be in such places. Unheard of to say the least. You could feel through your tadpole your companions slow understanding of your impulsive reaction all the while the guard was oblivious to your inner turmoil

“Alright then just know she is an uptight one. A great leader though I’ll give her that much”

You walked inside and since no one seemed keen on giving directions you had to take a look around yourself trying to look self assured and non threatening. Luckily, You could make a stop before your search since the Priestess was in front of you and Astarion took it upon himself to converse with her. Impatient as you were, you started looking around and behind the stage where the priestess sat were bars with Spiders inside. You recognized them as Lolth sworn companions. You were dangerously ecstatic in the moment. A lolth sworn drow was leading this camp.

What are the fucking odds

A hand fell on your shoulder and you were jolted back to the present. You turned around to look at Astarion who was seething with anger “Useless. Let’s find the prisoner” He whispered and you made your way up around the halls

“This is futile. How are we supposed to find anything or anyone in this wreck” Lae’zel barked “Calm yourself” shadowheart teased enjoying her suffering.

“Why won’t he speak?!” You heard an argument somewhere far in the distance. You turned to look at the dim light corridor and made your way there forgetting to inform your companions of your detour. You could have sworn you recognized the gravel and rasp of that voice so you treaded carefully inside. You were greeted by a scrying eye that made you take several steps back in surprise and alarm

“Your inadequacy will be punished!” Her tone started rising amongst her anger

“No I can find a way”

“I’ve heard enough. My spiders will be pleased with tonight’s dinner”

From where you stood, behind the dustier shelves of a library and across a fragile wooden bridge you could see Minthara in gold plated armor and black leather engulfing her lean,toned figure beautifully. She wore maces strapped on her back and her beautiful hair was gathered in a rushed low bun with untamed strands.

Her red eyes met yours and with a flick of her wrist the goblin was pushed by a force down in the spider-it with its screams a last reminder of its existence. Your companions silently walked up behind you following you inside in confusion.

“Another true soul” She greeted with a mischievous smile. This wasn’t the woman you knew years ago that was certain. Yet you couldn’t pinpoint what was different. The bloodthirst was as prevalent as always after all

“Minthara?” You asked and tried to hold your voice steady

“I see you know me. Good. I assumed nothing less from another true soul. Join my hunt. We are preparing a raid against the Tiefling grove if we manage to locate its whereabouts”

“The tiefling grove ? You mean the Druid one ? Tieflings took refuge there” You started and her eyes shone

“You know about it?” She spoke quietly now and took a step closer

“Be my eyes” and you felt the cold featherlight touch tapping around your mind looking for entrance which you granted thoughtlessly

“I see. Pathetic but smart to make camp amongst the desperate” she said and turned around with her arms crossed behind her back

“I’ll gather a raiding party. You will go inside as a friend and when I send a signal you will open the gates”

“It shall be done” You said with practiced obedience

“Then until tomorrow” she dismissed and you looked behind you wondering if she was trying to hold face amongst strangers. She was paranoid and distrusting and that was etched on her bones.

“Give us a moment” you asked and they nodded

“We will wait for you outside then”

Shadowheart confirmed with you and they left. Minthara turned around and cocked a brow eyeing you from head to toe

“Something unclear about my instructions?”

“Don’t you recognize me?”

“No. Am I supposed to?” She asked and spread her legs a tad straightening her posture. You were 20 again and you were back in Menzoberranzan, a newly recruited knight to the second daughter of the house of Beanre. A human amongst Drows and royalty. A nobody

You were 31 now, yet you weren’t in the present at all

“I suppose not. I must have mistaken you for somebody else” You answered crestfallen. She smiled and took a step closer, hands firmly crossed behind her back

“I’m curious about you though. There’s a sense of familiarity that you bring that I’d like to explore once this is over” She stepped in your space with a hand on your chest tracing the fine lines of your embroidered jacket while another hand caressed your mind filling it with a well known image of a kiss on your lips that lead to another on your neck.

“Then join me at my camp. Let’s talk”

She laughed “If you prove useful and bring victory to us then I might celebrate with you.Otherwise I see no reason to entangle myself with someone who will not live as long as I am planning to”

Valid. So you pushed against her mind and let her feel your breath on her skin, on her stomach as your lips kissed lower and licked a stripe down the coarse hair of her cunt and she grew flustered to your surprise, shutting off the connection immediately.

you both pulled away simultaneously and her eyes found yours. She was on fire

“I expect nothing less than victory tomorrow”

“You will have it”

You found your companions and they stared at you waiting for answers. Lae’zel cut the tension short

“It’s her. I recognized her face from the woman in your thoughts. Only well, older”

You nodded “And she had no idea who I was. I don’t know what these fucking tadpoles have done to her brain or what the absolute is doing as we speak but I will have my revenge if I can’t have her back” you said shaking from anger your eyes glued on the ground unable to form a coherent thought. There was an ache from arousal and a headache from the confusion

“Calm yourself, soldier. All in due time, apparently we now have to raid a grove”

Shadowheart reminded you and you bit your lip in anger. She was right. You waited for six years, you could wait a bit more.

[4]

“Your obedience will make this more enjoyable. For both of us” she declared and you followed her inside the wrecked altair sitting in the offering table. She smiled and settled in between your legs wrapping her arms around your neck

“What do you want ?”

“I want you” you whispered breathlessly at the sight of her. “You shall have me then” she answered and went to undress herself. You were growing impatient and desperate and so you reached around at the strings of her top

“May I do this for you?”

she smiled and placed her arms on your shoulders inviting you in. You lowered your head leaving kisses on her sternum while slowly and gently unfastening her top and letting it fall from her torso exposing her chest. Your hands caressed her back and one went to her ears fondling the spot causing her to shake and reward you with a soft moan. she guided your other hand lower and you palmed her cunt giving it a soft squeeze to which she gasped and her head fell on your shoulder “You are exquisite” you whispered in her ear and slid a hand beneath the leather fabric teasing her clit with a finger from over her underwear. To your delight she was soaking wet and you couldn’t hold back your smirk of arrogance “Take it as a compliment soldier” she said with allure and you

You knew what she liked, you had studied her better than your oath and she seemed surprised every time your fingers twitched and moved in a way that made her elicit the loudest moans. she straddled your lap and you tore her underwear impatient and thrusted one finger in with ease. You felt painfully aroused by how readily she was taking you in. Her eyes and skin glistened with tears and sweat as you picked up your pace and she chased her release which you took the initiative to deny her from. She frowned in confusion and spiked anger

“I want you on my mouth, please” You begged and the smile returned to her lips

“Won’t deny either of us from such pleasure” she said and moved up as your back hit the cold stone surface. Your arms slid beneath her thighs and hauled her over your face in one fell swoop which she gasped in surprise not expecting your eagerness. You thrusted her down and your tongue split her folds and licked a fat stripe from her hole up to her clit. She moaned your name and her hands dug in your hair tugging at it demanding more. Sharp nails dug in your scalp while you started slowly at first needing to show her that at this point you knew her body better than she did.Needing her to understand that you knew what she needed and when. You applied pressure with your tongue and sucked on her clit and looked up at the sight above you. She was ecstatic and her thighs began to shake and that was enough for you to feel a new wave of wetness coat your pants.

She surprised you by turning around and sitting down on your face once again “Back to work” she commanded and swiftly moved her hands to your aching cunt. she grinded her hips against her face and you continued eating her out in earnest.

She slid her hands beneath her undergarments and started stroking you nice and slow matching your pace.

You struggled now trying to focus on making her cum while also having the divine feeling of her fingers in you, distracting you from the task at hand. You thrust your tongue in her opening lapping at her wetness and she folded over you as her orgasm hit her. You weren’t too far off, with two swift strokes your own hitting you and releasing a low groan at the wave of pleasure. Her wetness was hot on your tongue and you swallowed it all desperate to have more of her on you, in you. You had missed her yet despite having her tonight this reunion felt underwhelming…cold…

She slowly lifted her hips off your face and turned around with your arm, steading her and pulling her back in your embrace. She complied with your silent request and laid her head on your collar bones.

She closed her eyes and left her mind open enough for a small piece of it to bleed into your own and you sensed fear and alarm. You wanted so badly to take a look, to understand her, to find an answer and this newfound tadpole connection was a terrible weapon. You refused to use it on her though. She mattered too much and you knew how fragile her trust was.

So instead you kissed her and she smiled seemingly snapping out of her thoughts

“It's eerily silent here with you, without the Absolutes influence in my mind. I’m not sure what to make of it”

You had a simple answer to that question. One that you unfortunately could not give. Not the way that she was now

“I’m not sure what you are alluding to Minthara” You tried to fake offense and she seemed concerned. Scared and cornered and your heart shattered at the sight.

What have they done to you?

You wanted to scream in agony and despair of not knowing what changed and how they broke her this way. Minthara was not only unbreakable but she wouldn’t bend either yet now there were only fragments of her and it made your heart wrench in pain.

“You are right, I should not question the Absolute..I..We will talk tomorrow about our next move. I need to pray and ask for forgiveness” She abruptly stood up and turned her back on you. Whatever spark you had going on vanished in a split second.

[5]

Minthara Beanre murdered her way out of the womb. She was violent in nature and kind words did not come easy nor did she have any to spare. As she grew more attached to you however she felt them threaten to spill. She loved watching you in the dim misty mornings under the pale light and she would show her most vulnerable self when you were asleep. She would kiss your jaw and forehead and would you in her embrace, your head laid on her naked chest while she buried her face in your hair taking in your scent. She was growing obsessed and paranoid

Banquets and parties were frequent in the Beanre household. Nobles loved holding luxurious gatherings to hold business meetings. Usually minthara kept you close. She sometimes didn’t mind you straying away for a few minutes until she noticed the daughter of another family approaching you.

She never understood why you were -nice-

it was unnecessary and she made a mental note to order you against such behavior.

She was significantly younger than Minthara and had a look of effortless cluelessness as she smiled at you and asked questions. You patiently guided her around the environment and Minthara took a second to wonder if perhaps that’s the type of woman you prefered.

Someone softer in nature.

However, that faded the moment she saw the girl lay a hand on your shoulder and ever so softly dig her red painted nails in the gold plate of your armor.

she walked up to you and called out your name and you immediately turned around and looked at her concerned. You pulled away and was in front of her holding her hand in yours and the other ready on your sheathed sword

“Is everything alright?” she smiled.

Loyal as a pup

“You are getting distracted. Come. I have a meeting to attend”

she commanded and you followed no questions asked.

That night the young Nobles family received her fingernails, all 10 of them red in paint and in blood in a box while the Beanre household turned a blind eye and feigned ignorance to the vile screams that filled the halls when Minthara got creative with her warning and torture

no one touched what was hers

She went to her chambers that night and her heart swelled with warmth when she saw your naked body in her bed covered in furs and blankets. One day, she would carve her name on your back and would imprint her seal on your chest and claim you as hers. One day, when she wouldn’t be so scared to open up and perhaps more sure of your feelings towards her. She was sure you loved the comforts she provided and she knew you weren’t scared of the dangers that surrounded your position. Yet something more intimate ? She couldn’t possibly know.

She undressed and laid next to you getting under the heavy blankets and pressed her body against yours. In sync and out of habit you buried your face in the crook of her neck and she pulled you closer. She kissed your temple and gently whispered

“Allurssrin…”

#minthara x tav #minthara beanre #bg3 #baldurs gate 3

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chippuyon · 1 year

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Bad end Rei is just his mentor with extra steps snskksskak

Probably would end up the same tbh

No no no I need walking corpse Rei traversing the streets of Japan mindlessly killing not out of apathy but fresh sorrow. Him regularly taking care of Kazuki and Miri's graves because they had no one else. Kyutarou getting more worried every time he stops by the bar but not knowing how to approach him anymore. Seeing the killer of his family every day but not having the will to enact vengeance. Coming home to piles of trash, the kitchen with unpacked groceries and toys scattered everywhere. Sleeping not in the bathtub but the bed they used to sleep in together both to seek out phantom warmth in the bedsheets and because he can't be bothered to protect himself anymore. I need a Rei who can never recover after losing his first happiness.

#hey guys OwO #he needs to be alive and suffering because im evil #chip answers #buddy daddies

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot

"Bones I'm serious, you have to at least know that it's possible."

"Logically it isn't Booth."

You've long gotten used to their bickering. You're not even going to ask what the topic is this time. When your supervisor recommended you for the job, you honestly thought it would be different. As weird and chaotic as they all were, you actually enjoyed your job. Not something you could say for the last few years of your life.

Booth understood what it was like, coming from the navy. Adjusting was difficult, but you made it. Your main job at this point though was to be a babysitter. With the amount of cases being processed through the Jeffersonian, the FBI just thought they would need an extra hand.

Another detective just to listen to these two argue like a married couple.

"Back me up (Y/N)."

"I would like to be excluded from your argument."

You say stepping through the doors of the institute. Bones sent you a little smile which you returned.

"I saw that! You two are ganging up on me!"

"That's not a statement you can prove."

Brennan said smoothly. You try your best to hide your laughter as he goes back to the case when you finally make it to Brennan's office.

To your surprise, a certain psychologist is seated there.

"Great, I caught you at the right time." He stands, and you take that as your cue to leave.

"I'm going to check in with Camile." You advise. You expect Sweets to start his little psychology assessment on those two, but he moves in your direction.

"Actually, you're the one I needed to see. I can walk with you."

Those were not the words you wanted to hear.

Sweets move to your side as you both walk through the hall.

"Did I do something that warrants an assessment?" You question.

"Oh, no, you're probably the most sane on this team aside from Camile and Angela." He assures with a laugh.

"So, is there a reason you're walking with me to the lab?"

"Well this is more of an unofficial visit. I was hoping we could get more acquainted. We're both the youngest of this group. I figured we could exchange notes."

"No offense, but I have a job to do." You've made it to the lab, reaching for the handle, you pull open the door.

"If that's all."

You just watch him and Sweets laughs nervously.

"You're right, sorry. Maybe another time when you're not working an active case. I'll be around."

The door slams in his face and he slides his hands in his pocket, walking away.

Once inside, you let out a sigh.

"Was that Sweets?"

Camile asks.

You nod, eyes moving to the corpse she has displayed on the table.

"So when are you going to tell him you have a crush on him?"

She questions while casually removing the organs from your most recent victim. The sight should have thrown you off way more than the question did.

"W-What are you talking about?"

Camile smiles.

"Come on, I'm not an idiot. Booth and Brennan might not be as perceptive, but I've picked up on it. Your short replies, those lingering glances. You like him. From the sound of his dejected tone, he might like you too if you'd stop shutting him down. "

You frown.

"I don't have a crush on Sweets."

"Whatever you say."

It's clear she doesn't believe you .

You sort of hoped if you said it enough times you might be able to convince yourself of it. You couldn't deny that he was cute. He'd also helped on a significant number of cases. It's been driving you crazy. You literally fought in a war. Dealing with these feelings should be a piece of cake. Yet anytime he's around you just feel at ease, possibly vulnerable.

Maybe that's why it's so hard to admit.

Vulnerability isn't something you can afford.

For the remainder of the day, you try to focus all your energy into the case.

It's a tougher one.

Mostly because your victim was an ex navy. A girl just a few years older than you. At first you didn't think much of it. But the deeper you get into the case, the more it feels like this person is a reflection of you.

The war had changed her. Led her down a shaky path.

Drugs, violence.

She was a soldier that fought for the country and was tossed away. It's a reminder of how easily that could have been you. When you came back, you were never the same. You know that they often said that. War changes people.

You changed.

Maybe if this woman had gotten the same guidance that you did, then she would still be alive.

Every lead you all received seemed to run to another dead end.

Your current suspect is out there enjoying life while you all fight to find anything to pin him to the murder that you know he committed, but can't easily prove. Your number one suspect is a politician. So far you all have a motive. But no evidence. The corrupted bastard had apparently assaulted a woman, and to save his image he blackmailed her. Your victim had evidence. She was just trying to do the right thing and now she was dead because of it.

"I checked it, he's not clean. I'm telling you this guy is involved."

"I know but we don't have proof, if we go over there without the necessary proof then he'll just deny it. We need more time"

You slammed your hand on the desk.

"We don't have time!"

Sweets stands.

"Maybe you're acting so emotional because you relate with her, the victim. You feel guilty because you see a reflection of what she's been through. You feel responsible even though there's nothing you could have done."

You glare at his words.

"Don't profile me."

He doesn't need a doctorate to spot the hostility. You drop the document on the desk, storming out of your office. Sweets turns, a subtle look of guilt on his face. Booth just gives Sweets a pat on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about her. She's dealing with it in her own way. I'll talk to her."

Booth follows you out the door.

You know it's stupid to get emotional. You end up in a hallway, just pacing back and forth. Booth smiles when he spots you.

"Keep going like that and you'll run a hole into the floor."

Your movement stops and when you look up, Booth sends an understanding look.

"I know you feel responsible, but Sweets is right. There's nothing you could have done. She may have had a hard run, but she didn't die in vain. We just need one solid trail of evidence and then we got him. That girl and our victim will have justice. We just need to be patient."

With a soft sigh, you nod, hands moving from your hips.

"I'm sorry for exploding like that."

"It's okay, I get it."

Booth more than anyone does.

The frantic footsteps of someone catches your attention. Hodgins is standing there with a big smile. Booth returns it.

"We got him?" Booth asks.

"We got him." Hodgins clarifies. You find yourself sharing the smile when Booth does a mini fist pump.

With the results Hodgins has found, you now have proof that your politician Ed Johnson was not only at the scene of the crime, but a piece of his unnecessarily expensive cufflink was more than enough to show that there was at least probable cause to search his residence.

When they showed up with the warrant, he didn't look pleased. Especially when you found the murder weapon, his golf club which would undoubtedly match the indent and fragments Hodgins pulled. You felt satisfied watching him get lead away in those cuffs.

"She was nobody!"

Ed spat at you.

You just smiled.

"She was a soldier. No one is going to forget her. Have fun where you're going. I bet the guys can't wait to get their hands on you."

You could see the dread on his face, and it just felt that much more satisfying. Booth and Brennan moved to your side after the exchange. Booth gave your shoulder a pat.

"See that, the squints always come through."

You offer Brennan a smile.

"Thank you."

She knows how much the case meant to you, so you know she'd been working vigorously. So did the rest of the team. She shares your smile as you all prepare to leave.

The trip back to your office is much better.

Another case solved, a monster apprehended. This is all you can truly hope for out of such cases.

It's nice to have that sense of resolve.

Speaking of resolve..

"Sweets."

You completely forgot about that.

The only thing is you haven't truly faced Sweets since that situation in Booth's office. You know you should apologize. He's just trying to help in any way he can. His little mind tricks are a bit irritating, but you know he can't turn it off. Asking him to stop would be the same as telling you to abandon your badge and gun.

You let out another sigh as you hang your coat on the rack in your office.

It feels nice to be back in the comfort of your own space after such a trying day. You drop the case file on your desk. Your intention is to finally relax, but the sound of your door opening can only mean that you probably have another case.

"Okay, now that the case is closed we need to talk."

Sweets is the last person you thought you'd see. Especially after all the effort you put in to avoid him.

"Why do you dislike me? I know seeing me for most people isn't exactly the best considering the circumstances. Given my job description it's understandable. But I'm a pretty likable guy."

You're not really ready to face him just yet.

"I don't have a problem with you Sweets, I just have a lot of paperwork. So if you could please."

You try to move to the door, maybe find an escape, but he blocks your way and you pause in place.

Because he's much closer now.

"No, we have a conflict and I'd like to figure this out. I'm assigned to your team, so we need to deal with this now. I've been watching you and it's clear that you have some very strong feelings about me. So either you hate my guts or you're madly in love with me."

He lets out a little laugh at that. Because he doesn't truly mean it. He just wants you both to get along.

You know he's just rambling. Somehow the statement has your cheeks warming. You finally truly look at him and his words have started to slow. He takes it all in, your silence, the way your eyes linger over him. He looks a bit dumbfounded for a moment. Then his eyes stray to your lips, and you lick them unconsciously.

Sweets swallowed.

"I..I do you.."

He's lost for words and you're embarrassed. You really hoped that if you just avoided him it would never be known. He spends most of his time with Booth and Bones, so you just hoped he'd be too distracted.

"I have to go."

You sidestep, rushing out the door. The second you're out, you feel like it's much easier to breathe.

"Damn it."

This is definitely going to be a problem.

#bones #lance sweets #cute #crushes #crime #past #soldiers #humor #sweetsxreader #family #feelings #trust #temperance brennan #seeley booth #bones 2005

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