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monst · 4 years

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The patient in 1001A

Dabi x Reader

Ask -> “Okay but here me out. Could I get a short nsfw fic with Dabi being in a mental hospital cause he got caught with LOV and then seducing a nurse? Like a Joker and Harley vibe nomsayin? But DABI! Thank you!”

Word count: Almost 10k

Warnings: Well for one it’s not a short fic… Smut, Toxic relationship (I mean c’mon it’s like Joker and Harley so yeah..) Gaslighting, brief mention of suicide, manipulation and more ‘dark shit’. Reader discretion is advised. And no.. you do not call him Mr. D...lol

“Good morning Mr. Cash” You greeted in disinterest, swiping your I.D across the scanner. The light flashed a pale lime green allowing you to pass through the heavy reinforced doors.

“Mornin’ (Name).” He smiled, his eyes sliding back to the screen of the computer. “You’ve got a new one in your section.”

“Oh, Yeah I heard that someone was being transferred from black gate.” You mused, the door clicking close behind you. Once you were past the door you no longer had sight of the man, but you did hear him mutter something about Tartarus.

Your footsteps echoed throughout the long white hall as you made your way down to the locker room. Once there your fingers turned the dial of your locker and you slipped in your bag and changed your shoes and scrubs. You closed the metal door with your hip, clipping on your I.D while your other hand thumbed at your phone. Once you had wired money to your mother you slipped the device into your pocket and headed out onto the floor for the day.

The majority of your shift was uneventful. You checked in on some patients, administered medicine and chatted with the janitor. Kotako Urumi was a pleasant man and you spent the majority of your free time signing in communication with the man. The both of you were in the employee break room midday when he began to sign about his day. Your brows furrowed at what he recounted.

“So, they drugged him?” A nod. “Well that explains why Dr. Crane told me not to bother with him this morning”

It wasn’t uncommon for new patients to thrash about when they arrived. However, you never got patients with quirks as dangerous as the one Kotako mentioned the man having. Your appetite had soured at the tale, butterflies hatching in your belly as you realized you’d have to check up on him after lunch. Once the hands of the clock pointed to twelve-thirty you punched in and took the stairs trying to make the trip longer than it needed to be.

Soon, sooner than you would have liked you were standing in front of room 1001A. There was no sound. You briefly wondered if the sedative was still working it’s magic and he was unconscious. You lifted up your I.D card towards the scanner, your hands shook; the spork on the tray you held almost falling to the floor. ‘According to Urumi he burned two guards and sent Dr. Eno to the E.R with third degree burns.’ The green light froze your plasma and brought you out of your mind.

And quickly before you changed your mind you pulled down the knob and opened the door. The snowy walls and decor were nothing new but there sitting up on the cot was your patient. His azure gaze bore into you and you had to bite down on your tongue to hold in your shock. The glare you received was intrusive and bone chilling. Those eyes held you captive as they yelled out at you maliciously. This one stare was threatening your very existence and your heart dropped.

Sweat lined your hands and you wished you would have asked one of the guards to come up with you. The pressure that had you pinned to your spot was lifted when he rolled his eyes and looked away from you. Your heart ran a marathon and you felt foolish for its needless rapidness. A thick white material hugged his thin frame, harsh belts holding his arms tight to his frame and to your immense relief a gold loop hung from the collar of the jacket signifying that it was one of the quirk cancelling restraints.

Before you could step into the room a hand clapped down on your shoulder and this time you did yelp. A bellowing laugh followed your surprised squeak and you turned to glare at the security officer. You shot the man a dirty look as he ushered you forwards into the room, his hand at the small of your back. You were about to retort when you noticed the bandages that covered his arms.

“You shouldn’t be in here by yourself princess.” You grimaced at the unwanted pet name. He ignored your discomfort as he usually did and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, jabbing a thumb to the patients’ idle form. “That bastards dangerous and he would have no problem in taking a bit out of a meek little thing like you.”

“I can take care of myself.” You scoffed trying to shrug his arm off without dropping the tray. “Let go I need to feed-

Before you could finish said tray clamored against the ground. Your jaw hung in shock as you looked at the wasted food then towards the guard. You furrowed your eyes in anger at what he’d done but the brute didn’t even let you speak as he gripped your arm harshly.

“That asshole deserves to fucking starve.” He hissed, he grabbed his walkie form his belt and you heard static as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m going to need assistance in 1001A, he attacked the nurse, dropped the food and all that.” He lied.

You sputtered incredulously at his nonsense. “What the hell Hiroka.” Your voice was a weak waver.

“What?” He grinned. “I’m just giving the janitor a bit of work to do.”

He tugged you out of the room and you caught the cerulean gaze of your patient, you couldn’t discern the look he gave you as obsidian locks obscured his eyes. You pulled out of his grasp and quickly walked away to get something else for the man.

You were disheartened to find that there wasn’t much left in the kitchens. You put together what you could and made it to the elevator. Once you were trekked back to the patients' room when you saw that a small crowd had gathered. Kotako was cleaning up the mess as Hiroka informed the director of what happened.

“T-that’s not true.” You stuttered. “He didn’t attack me. Hi-“ You shivered at the look the burly man gave you. A silent threat if ever you’d seen one. “Y-you can check the camera.” You finished weakly.

Cash at the front desk was radioed and you knew that the truth was fruitless, Hiroka was going to get away with it. Cash was lousy at his job, he wasn’t a bad person he just didn’t check the cameras too busy with his hands under the table, playing a mobile game. So, you weren’t surprised when he said that he didn’t see anything.

“Right, Hiroka next time don’t call such false alarms.” The director huffed.

“Sorry boss, I heard the little lady scream and assumed the worse ya know.” He said pointing towards his injuries. He then let out a cruel laugh. “She probably saw his face and got frightened.”

The director just nodded in exasperation and told the both of you not to let it happen again. You were just glad that Hiroka left with the director. You paid no heed to the nasty look he gave you and went into the room. Kotako waved at you wiping up the last of the mash from the floor. Once that was scooped up, he signed to you.

“Yes, I’d feel better if you did.” You smiled, glad that your friend would be waiting for you outside. You then looked towards the scarred man who sat motionless in white. As if he were a wild animal you walked over to him slowly and sat upon the stool in the room near his bed. You then got a closer look at him… You wouldn’t unpack that now.

“I-I brought you food.” You stuttered.

You had sat there for around five minutes before his stomach growled and with great reluctance, he turned to you and opened his mouth. You blinked at him like a fool for a minute before realizing what he was doing.

“Sorry if it doesn’t taste so great.” You whispered watching as his lips closed over the plastic. He didn’t speak to you, as a matter of fact he didn’t look to be there with you at all. ‘Must be the meds’ you thought, lifting another spoon to his mouth. The cycle continued until he sealed his lips. You flinched when he suddenly leaned towards you.

You wiped his mouth, your face hot for getting scared yet again. You chose not to acknowledge the smirk on his face. Amusement danced in his eyes as you scuttled to get everything together. Most of your other patients didn’t need to be hand fed save for the handless man that was transferred from Tartarus three months ago. So, you quickly figured out a timetable on when you’d feed him. You had bid the man goodbye and just as your hand touched the cool metal of the handle you heard him speak.

“Thanks.”

You thought of the cerulean eyed man as you laid in bed that night. When you returned at six-thirty to give him dinner he seemed more alert, drugs finally out of his system. You had helped him to the bathroom still jittery when you noticed that he had genital piercing that had been removed. He didn’t say anything as you stared but a slow smirk slid onto his lips.

You smothered a pillow onto your burning face. Your patient was attractive and definitely packing. But that’s not why you were thinking of him. He said something again, like last time right before you left. It had eaten at you the whole ride back to your apartment. And as you slipped into unconsciousness it rang in your mind.

‘Do you think that asshole deserved what I did to him?’

You woke the next day an odd pep in your step as you got ready for another day of work. A smile tugged at your lips on the bus-ride to the asylum. You tossed Cash a careless ‘Good morning’ and walked into the locker room. You swiped at your mother’s notification and wired her another hundred. Then you were out on the floor again.

“Any pain today?” You asked your handless patient. An annoyed no filled your ears as the golden eyed man went back to listening to his favorite podcast. You left his room with a smile glad that he was finally eating most of his food.

Then you made your way over to 1001A. You opened the door with a bit more ease ,a smile on your lips.

“’Morning.” You chirped.

You helped him brush and tried to give him more privacy by not looking when he relieved himself. Soon you were in front of him bringing scrambled eggs to his charred lips. You looked at his scars intently wondering if they were done purposefully. You were so engrossed in your stare that the splat of the pancake on his lap lifted you off your seat.

“A-ah I’m so sorry.” You squeaked, trying to dab at the sticky syrup coating his lap. ‘No good, I’ll need to get him a change of clothes.’ “Sorry”

“No problem doll.” Heat shot up to your cheeks at the teasing tone.

“D-don’t poke fun, it was an accident.” You mumbled.

“What? You want to know how I got these scars?” He hummed.

This perked your interest but before you could ask the door was slammed open. And then your good mood was soured. Hiroka entered the room. “I thought I told you that you shouldn’t be in here alone with him.” He scolded.

“Well the boss said we’re allowed to go in on our own unless we feel threatened.” You frowned, your fingers tightening on the spork.

“And you feel all safe with that?” He scoffed incredulously. ‘More than I do with you’ You thought. “Lis-

“I-If I need your assistance Mr. Hisoka I will ask. But as of right now I do not.” Your voice shook but you held firm and continued. “Please leave your making the patient uncomfortable.”

The door slammed shut behind you and you let out a sigh of relief. The so called ‘patient’ watched the ordeal with unconcealed amusement. “I dunno sweetheart I wouldn’t say I was uncomfortable.” He mocked.

You felt your eyes roll at his insinuation. But ultimately, he was right, you absolutely loathed Hisoka and felt incredibly uncomfortable around him.

“Right… Let’s get you a change of clothes.”

‘He’s so skinny.’ You noted as you slid the white fabric up his legs. You were squatting down in front of his parted legs, only noticing the awkwardness of the position when you noticed the slight bump underneath his briefs. And when you looked up you inhaled sharply. Azure eyes looked down at you very indecently. You shot up quickly asking him to stand so that you could pull them up the rest of the way.

That night you dreamt of your patient. You stared up at him through your lashes and his hand came up under your chin. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip and your tongue came to side along the warm skin. Azure eyes looked down at you. “where do we go from here babydoll?”

Heat pooled in your belly at the words, his hand guiding you towards the tent in his pants. When your lips met the warm bulge, you gasped and looked up at him. It was then that you looked down at yourself. Your scrubs were on the stool, one of your hands underneath your panties; fingers circling your clit. You were dripping and the nod of the man was what the green light you needed to go ahead and pull him out of his trousers.

But as soon as your hand tugged at his pants a swirling heat surrounded you. It wasn’t the pleasurable kind you were feeling up till that point. No, this one was painful, it licked at your skin charring the flesh as you screamed. You only fell back as you tried to move away a blue inferno quickly surrounding your body, downing you in a hurricane of fire.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” He leered. “It’s just a little heat.”

The metal that seemed to hold his jaw in place snapped. The pulling of flesh startled you as blood and flames poured out of the wound. One by one the staples on his body erupted and with each pop the flames grew bigger, hotter until they consumed everything in the room, yourself included….

You woke with a start. Your skin damp with sweat, hands clammy and eyes unfocused. ‘A nightmare’ You wheezed. ‘It was just a nightmare.’ You consoled yourself. You were almost late that day, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

You muttered a hasty good morning to Cash and got dressed. You slid your phone into your pocket and walked out onto the floor. Kotako had given you something for your headache during lunch but it seemed as though it was wearing off.

“You look like shit.” Your golden eyed patient stated when you walked in to give him lunch.

“Feel like it too.” You coughed. He scampered away from you repulsed at your sickness. After forcing you to wear gloves and a medical mask he finally settled down to eat. Then you headed off to 1001A. To your relief the asshole of a guard was nowhere in sight.

The dark-haired male of 1001A chewed thoughtfully as he gazed at your sickish appearance. You had come into his room with the same skittishness as the first day and it seemed as though you were fighting to stay awake. He watched as you blinked back sleep and without warning you had fallen forwards onto his chest. He could feel the warm of your skin on his chest and he snorted.

“How careless.” He muttered. Since his arms were practically glued to his abdomen he couldn’t really move much, so he stayed there letting you snooze against his chest.

You snuggled against the warmth of his chest… You shot back, stool tipping over and you landed on your back harshly.

“Ouch, you okay dollface?” He asked.

Your wide eyes frantic gaze filled him with amusement. You’ve been amusing him since he’d landed in this hell hole. You scampered up quickly, still disoriented and you slurred out a question.

“About thirty minutes.” He shrugged.

“Fuck!” He rose a brow, he hadn’t heard you curse. “I-I mean I’m sorry I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.” Apologies spewed from your lips and tears began to blur your vision, your breath escaping you in short rapid succession.

“Oh shit.” He cussed, running towards the door, bringing his leg up to bring attention towards his room.

“N-no” You slurred. “I-I st-still need to give Ms. Hina her medicine.”

To your immense relief the one who threw back the door was Kotaro. You were let off early that day and thanks to your friend no one knew was informed about what actually happened. You were off the next day and had gotten much needed rest.

“No, sorry it won’t happen again. I just got sick. No mother, I wasn’t trying to be neglectful. Yes, I know. Next paycheck promise.”

You hug up with a sigh slipping on your shoes. The bus was early that day and Cash asked if you were doing alright. Kotaro was a different story; he had been so worried. You had showered him in thanks while waiting to clock in. You hit the floor running that day and once again you were in front of 1001A Dabi’s breakfast in hand. You owed him and you were going to thank him with the only thing he’d be allowed to receive. An extra serving of chocolate pudding for dinner.

“Good..Morning Dr. Eno…” The doctor was still covered in wrap and he was accompanied by Hiroka.

“(Name)” The doctor greeted. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I’ve been coming here at this time since last week.” You replied, your brows furrowed as they zoned in on a syringe. “I’m sorry I don’t remember Dabi having to take any new medication.”

“That’s because this one’s new.” The doctor’s tone was clipped. “It’ll help him.” He assured.

Dabi’s eyes bore into yours and you shifted awkwardly. Regardless of his previous criminal status he had helped you out the least you could do was ask what the drug was for…right? “What’s it for exactly.”

Hiroka shot you a look. “You don’t need to know.” You felt your heart sink, something was definitely up.

“Dr. Eno.” You shouted. “I asked what’s it for.” You saw his hand tremble. “Whatever it is you're trying to do…Don’t do it.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up (Name)?” Hiroka hissed. “He’s had this coming. Do you know how many people this prick has killed? Hm? Do you know how disfigured Eno is underneath that? This is justice okay? We’re putting this asshole down. It’s better for everyone this way.”

“T-That’s.. But.. then why is he here?” You mumbled. “We’re here to help these people. To rehabilitate-

“Oh, wake the hell up (Name)” Dr. Eno hissed. “These people won’t change.”

Dr. Eno lifted the syringe ready to pierce the man’s skin and end his life. However, before he could Dabi kicked the doctor in the chest. The injured man flew back at the force and Hiroka dashed to restrain him. You turned towards the door and Hisoka realized his mistake.

“Help!” You hollered. “Help someone!”

Hisoka was going to run towards you when Dabi’s teeth sunk into his arm. The burly man punched the dark-haired man repeatedly desperate for him to let go. Dr. Eno had finally scrambled up from the floor and had tried to yank you back. However, you had managed to grab the attention of some of the guards and doctors on the floor and they were quickly rushing over.

Shock filled your eyes when you felt the needle pierce your neck. Hisoka’s eyes widened as the liquid was pushed into your veins. The three of them watched as your body hit the floor with a dull thud. The room was then stormed by security…

When you came to you realized one very important thing… You were alive? Urumi was there when you awoke and quickly gave you the rundown. But you could only really focus on one thing. You were alive. Your world seemed to be in clearer focus afterwards. Work had become much more pleasant now that Hisoka was fired. Dr. Eno had managed to make a run for it somehow but both of them seemed to be off the grid.

That didn’t matter to you. Your monotone life was finally back, and you were grateful for the comfort of normalcy. You’d kept your routine, and surprisingly you took a liking to your scarred patient.

“Oh, c’mon doll don’t be cruel~” The patient of 1001A teased.

“No Dabi.” You huffed trying to put your foot down on the matter.

“Please?” He tried.

“Fine, but you owe me.” He grinned. And you somehow knew that if his hands would have been free, he would have waved at you as you left. The rest of the day was uneventful, you checked in on other patients, gave the germophobic patient some painkillers and chatted with Kotaro. You were filling in papers when you noticed that it was time to give the patients supper.

“Would you fucking watch what you’re doing.” Chisaki huffed annoyed that you were missing his mouth and dirtying his face.

“Sorry” You mused, wiping his cheek clean.

Chisaki was glad when you left his room and you quickly darted to Dabi’s room. You brushed off your scrubs and used your key card. His cerulean eyes seemed to light up when he saw you and you felt your heart thump.

“So? Did you get it?” He asked eagerly after practically inhaling his soup.

You then slid out the extra pudding cup and you felt a twinge of sympathy in your heart at his excitement. When the chocolate hit his tongue, he moaned. “You’re a fucking angel in this hell hole.” He rasped. Once done with both cups you wiped the corner of his lips, your eyes staring at the metal staples.

“What’s wrong angel face?” His whispered, his chocolatey breath fanning the skin of your cheeks. “Interested?”

You pulled back from his personal space and nodded dumbly. He motioned for you to come closer. You did so. You turned your head as it looked as if he were going to whisper it. But when you felt something hot and wet trace the shell of your ear you knew you had been duped. You pulled back with a squeal, your cheeks alight with fire.

“What the hell Dabi?!” you flushed, a glare fixing your eyes. He laughed at your expression. “Oh ha ha”

“Don’t be mad babydoll” He drawled. “I meant no harm by it, it was just too good to pass up.” You waited till he quieted down to speak.

“But seriously I.. I want to know.” You mumbled reaching up to touch the cool metal.

“I’ll tell.” He leaned forward. “On one condition.”

“Fuck I haven’t been out of that room since I got here.” He groaned; his eyes absorbed every inch of the facility. He was eager to look at everything else.

“It must be horrible being cooped up in there all the time.” You bit your cheek at the thought.

“You have no idea.” He muttered. “Doll roll me over there.” He motioned with his head and you wheeled him over to the window.

You pulled out your phone to check the time as he looked at the cityscape. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, his long legs were strapped to the seat in precaution, the only way he was even allowed to exit his room. Your thoughts were interrupted by the dark-haired man.

“Hey (Name).” You jumped at the sound of your name passing through his lips. The way he enunciated your name made you shiver, and you suddenly wanted him to do it again.

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you think I’ll ever be allowed back out there?” He mused.

“Maybe.” You mused. “According to Kina you're showing improvement in your behavior.”

He was silent for a while. He then asked to be rolled to the cafeteria. It was then that you realized that he didn’t see other people, only you, the doctor, the night shift nurse and a couple of guards. After a few months of watching Dabi and interacting with him you began to notice that you take many things in life for granted.

“Say Dabi?” You began as you rolled him back to his room.

“Hmm”

“What’s the first thing you’d do if you get discharged.” You mused.

“Easy.” He scoffed. “Get my piercings back.”

A shit-eating grin split his face as you sputtered. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about. Whenever you scrubbed him he’d make it known..

“You don’t have to be so crass all the time.” You huffed unstrapping him. He got up and stretched his legs. You stayed there waiting.

“So.. When can I get a full shower again?” He asked.

“Dabiiiii” You whined.

“Fine.” He grumbled sitting on his cot. “I don’t like to talk about it.” He motioned to his scars and staples. “But a deal is a deal.”

“….That’s awful..” You whispered. As he explained the pain of his quirk. How his skin would consume itself and how his skin would pull. “Why..”

“Why what?”

“Why use it if it harms you.” You queried.

“To prove a point. This world is ugly (Name).” He continued. “It’s unfair and unjust and those so called heroes that claim to care and help others.. They’re all full of shit…”

He went silent after that and your shift came to a close. You found yourself laying in bed scrolling through your phone pondering everything Dabi had told you. You came across so much, and you came across Stain. You barely got any sleep that night as you read up on the corruption of the broken hero system.

Dabi was surprisingly knowledgeable and you questioned if he was even mentally unstable. He’d tell you whatever you wanted to know, sometimes with the deal of getting extra pudding, longer wheelchair time or what seemed to be his new favorite topic; your life.

“Spill the beans dollface, How many?” He grinned.

“Z-zero.” You flushed.

“You're lying.” His eyes narrowed incredulously.

“I-It’s true, I’ve never really had the time for it. My mother was kindof a tyrant while I was growing up.” You confessed.

“You must have grown up in a good district. A cute innocent girl like you would have been torn to shreds by the bozos where I grew up.” He said.

“Hey! I’m n-not that innocent.” You protested.

“Oh yeah?” He patronized. “Have you ever touched yourself.”

The personal question caught you by surprise. You toyed with your fingers and nodded sheepishly, confused as to why you would even tell him.

Dabi looked at your embarrassed face and smirked. You really were innocent. Someone like you was easy to take advantage of, you were an adorable mouse just waiting for a fox to snatch you up. You shuffled out awkwardly that day no doubt thinking about the last topic.

Dabi made it his goal to fluster you afterwards, asking things that were very intimate. However, he made up for it by speaking of his own life. His hardships, his life within an abusive family, his current goals. You loved learning more about him and you loved it even more when he asked you about your favorite things. You asked Matsuo the night nurse of his relationship with Dabi and were glad to know that no one else shared this type of relationship with Dabi. Not even the psychiatrist knew what you knew of him.

“Sometimes, I think of going back… I think of trying to find my mother and reuniting with my siblings.” He spoke. “I wonder what they’d think of me. Would they understand? Would they hate me? Accept me?”

You could never find the right words, your arms would just wrap around him instinctively. He seemed to fill your head. You’d think of him daily pondering his words and at night you’d dream of his warm flesh pressed against yours. You wouldn’t tell him, but you had called his name a plethora of times as you pulsed around your fingers. It wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t right, to feel this level of attraction towards your patient it was Ludacris. But every sunrise you could only dress hastily eager to get to work. Eager to see him.

“Morning Cash.” You beamed.

You wired money to your mother and quickly stepped out of the locker room. You headed towards the kitchens picking up two trays. You ignored the way Kotaro’s eyes bore into you questioningly. You waved at him as you left, pretending not to notice how his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Sadly, he had cornered you during your shared lunch break.

“Oh, C’mon Kotaro can’t I be happy to do my job?” He squinted his eyes at you. You hadn’t noticed it, but Kotaro was very perceptive. “Talking like him? No way.” You waved him off.

Kotaro signed something that made your blood still. “T-That’s crazy.” You laughed. But you weren’t stupid you knew about how people mimicked the ones they were interested. And you wouldn’t deny that you were interested in Dabi as a person, but Kotaro was clearly reading too much into things you didn’t like him like him… Did you?

“You said that the security guard u front never really pays attention to the cameras, right?” He mused one day.

“Yeah…. Why?” You added.

“Well I was thinking...”

“Thinking?” You pressed, folding the napkin onto the tray.

“That maybe you could remove this.” He said gesturing towards the straight jacket.

“I don’t know.” You said slowly.

“You don’t trust me.” His dejected tone stirred your heart and when he cast his eyes away from you, you stood up, setting your jaw when you heard him whisper. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

“D-Doesn’t Matsuo remove it when he gives you your sleeping pills.” He nodded.

“But I’m asleep by then, and he fastens it on right before he leaves for the day. I want to be able to at least move my hands. Just once, (Name).” You bit your lip in contemplation. He had been here for about six months now. He’s been behaving, taking his meds and doing what’s told of him. ‘Only for a little bit’ you thought.

“Fine.” You relented. “But only for a little bit. Cash may suck at his job, but he looks up occasionally.” The smile on his face reached your soul and you knew you were doing the right thing. You got closer, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as you loosened the first belt. Within the minute the jacket loosened until his arms hung by his side.

The long material of the jacker fan past his fingertips so he rolled them up and brought up his hands to clench his fists. For a moment you were worried he might use his quirk and engulf you in blue flames like in a nightmare you once had. But you trusted Dabi, he wasn’t going to hurt you…

You let out an audible gasp when he turned his head towards you. Without warning he came at you pressing your body against the wall, his arm underneath your chin, pressing your neck against the wall. Your eyes widened, heartbeat erratic as you were held in place by the man. Dabi watched as you stared at him, your doe like eyes were wide and unblinking. You were scared. and he let a smile cross his face as he pulled back just as quickly as he had restrained you. He stayed close, brushing his fingers against your jaw.

“I told you dollface.” He murmured “I won’t hurt you.”

“B-but you sure as hell did scare me.” You breathed.

“Scaring you is fun dollface.” He pinched your cheek. “And it’s fun to do~”

You pursed your lips but didn’t protest when his fingers explored your face. His other hand holding yours, pale fingers entwined with your own. You loved how warm his hand was in yours, you enjoyed his closeness, the feeling of having him around you, god you loved it all, but it’s something you’d never say aloud. Instead you basked in his attentions.

“Your face is warm.” He murmured. “You know.. I’ve been wanting to touch you for a while.”

Your mind did not compute. And your heart practiced gymnastics in your chest when his thumb pressed softly on your lower lip.

“There’s something else that I want to tell you (Name).” You were all ears! “It’s embarrassing especially coming from a guy like me…”

“T-tell me.” You whispered. His ocean eyes met yours locking you in place with the intensity of his stare.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happy a single day of my life, and I don’t think anyone’s ever been as nice to me as you’ve been.” The words were quiet and low. “Baby doll you’re the only thing keeping me sane and grounded here.” He continued in his secret tone. You were left speechless and your breath was all but stolen when you felt the gentle press of his lips on yours.

The kiss was like no other you’d ever received; the contrast in texture was mind numbing, solidifying the fact that yes you were indeed kissing Dabi. Your lips trembled against his, legs shaking weakly as he stole your breath. When he pulled away his forehead rested on yours, eyes gazing into yours. Your face was flush and despite knowing that on some level this was wrong, that you could lose your job, hell he might capsize and you could even lose your life but that didn’t stop you from leaning in again.

‘This is crazy’

On your bus-ride home you were in a state of bliss, fingers coming up to touch your lips in disbelief. Even as you climbed into bed that night you thought of that moment. Soft words and kisses swarmed your mind and you could only think of him. Your fantasies consisted of holding his hand as you walked through town, meeting his friends, and coming closer to him… Intimately.

“Dabi~” You huffed, your fingers deep inside your slick walls. You thought of his long pale fingers, imagining that they were the ones stroking your blushing walls. Your back arched off the bed when you began to swirl your fingers around the puffy head of your clit.

“Nnghh close” You mumbled deliriously. Your eyes were closed, and, in your minds eye, his warm hands stoked your body, lips molding into yours feverishly as he thrust into your dripping heat. Cerulean eyes captivated your sight as he moved against you.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands as he brought you closer. You were shamefully loud. Begging for your vision of him to let you cum. At one point you could vividly hear his voice and when it gave you permission you felt your mind grow blank, your toes curling as a wave of relief flooded your body. You exclaimed something as you came. Something your friend had mentioned, and it was as you laid panting in the mess of your release that you realized that he was right…

You loved him.

Your face was warm when you entered his room the next day for breakfast, the kiss you shared and your activities the previous night catching up to you.

“Mornin’ Doll” he drawled.

You unfastened the belts and allowed him to get ready. When he came out of the restroom, you locked the door as procedure demanded. You realized that this was the first time in which you wouldn’t have to hand feed him. The thought of him not needing you, it was disheartening. You were brought out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Forgetting something angel?” He teased. You were seated in front of him immediately, bringing the spork up towards his lips. The same lips you wanted to feel again. Soon, much too soon you were finished and tightening the belts of his jacket. Your brows were furrowed as you secured it, you didn’t want to part from him. ‘

Dabi searched your face watching as your lips pursed in disappointment. It seemed as though you were finally aware of your feelings for him. He had known for a while that you fancied him. You were gazing at the golden loop of his restraint when you felt the dual texture of his lips press against your lips in a chaste kiss.

“See ya later doll.” He hummed, turning to lay on his cot.

Your ears burned at the action but when you looked towards him you realized that he was facing the wall. ‘He’s embarrassed’ you thought with a smile on your lips as you exited. You weren’t privy to his thoughts but in that moment, you figured that you had guessed his emotions correctly.

“Hey Ko.” You greeted. He smiled in hello, going back to his meal. “Woah what’s the rush?!” You asked your friend as he inhaled his food. You waited patiently for him to sign.

“Ugh seriously?” You groaned. “They should hire someone else onto this floor too, they’re really overworking you.”

Kotako disagreed. He told you about how he would get paid less than he does and well his salary wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Yours wasn’t either but most of your paycheck was wired to your mother..

“See ya.” You waved as he went off to clean. You wondered if you should tell him. ‘Would he be okay with it… Most likely’ you mused.

For weeks your days repeated, Wake, work, home with the addition of sneaky kisses with Dabi whenever you were alone, whether it be in his room, or when you wheeled him around. Those were always the most fun, the rush of adrenaline you got when his lips met yours meshed with the fear of getting caught. It was a thrill. He was a thrill and you always looked forward to your time with him.

“Ha! Beat that!” You cheered as your wad of paper stuck to the wall higher than his. The next wet slap of paper against the white plaster climbed higher. You huffed rolling a ball another wad and bringing the straw to your lips. As you were blowing air into it Dabi nudged you.

“You cheater!” you laughed, watching as the ball sagged down the wall and onto the floor. The both of you sat blocking the door and uncaring if Cash happened to see. After all so long as nothing bad was going on he wasn’t going to say anything. ‘Too much paperwork’ he’d say.

“You look a sight babydoll” He breathed. You sputtered, throwing him a questioning look, he responded by tugging the soft flesh of your cheek. “Your smile. You didn’t do much of that before.”

“Oh..” Was your quiet reply. “That’s ‘cause there wasn’t much to look forward to.” You mumbled playing with your fingers. He grinned at the insinuation but then he asked something that made you think. He had a knack for making you rethink things.

“Then why’d you keep working here if you didn’t like it?” He asked. “I could never.”

“That’s because you're so? So.. free spirited?” You muttered. “You do what you want, say what you want and only care about it being good for you. I can’t do that.” Though you so wished to share his hedonistic lifestyle.

“Let me guess.” He began “Parent’s made you do it?” You nodded.

“She pushed me hard, said I should be something that earns decent money.” You shrugged. “Not that I see most of it anyways…”

“Then quit, stop sending her cash and live your life.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“W-what?! I can’t do that?!” He gave you a look.

“Why not? Tell me what does she do with your money?” You frowned at the answer. “Thought so, she’s living large with your shit an-

“And supporting my step-dad’s addiction.” You added.

“No Doll, you're supporting it. Be selfish, you have a career because of her but it doesn’t mean shit if you hate it. Besides what exactly do you owe her?” He pressed.

“…I don’t exactly hate it..” You mumbled. “I get to help people, see Ko and uh… you.”

“I guess life for me would get shittier if you did quit huh?” He laughed. “Well then Angel, Let me give you a bit of advice. Stop sending her cash and I don’t know? buy yourself a car or something. Trust me you’ll feel ten times better about your life.”

You had come to the conclusion that Dabi seemed to always be right. You hadn’t given your mother a dime and when she called you had told her off. Finally putting your foot down and saying you wouldn’t wire money to fund her life of debauchery. It felt good. Dabi had taught you so much about life, things you weren’t aware of. For one you realized that people were taking advantage of you, Second, you were living a monotone life devoid of anything thrilling and third, he opened your eyes to a part of yourself that longed for intimacy. That longed for him.

Life had taken a change the next week you were pulling into the driveway of the facility. The day of, you showed off your new car to Kotako who was more than impressed with your new assertiveness. That morning you sported a matching grin with the cerulean man as you told him of your recent endeavor. Electric blue congratulated you for taking reins of your own life.

“Guess what?” You bubbled one day.

“Hm?”

“I was three districts away from my home yesterday when I came across one of your friends.” You chimed, slipping out a note from your pocket and handing it over to him. It was a crude drawing, but he knew what it was. The league’s current location and a familiar drawing of a head with two buns that signed it as official.

“So?” You pressed.

“Thanks Doll.” He hummed a lazy smirk claiming his face as his lips pressed against your temple. Your heart almost imploded, you loved making him smile but you wanted to know what the note was, and Dabi told you. “Listen this is very dangerous stuff Doll.”

“I know..” You mumbled.

“It’s a hideout.” He answered honestly. “They think I’m going to escape this hellhole” He scoffed. “Anyways I don’t want you going there, it’s not for you.” You frowned at that.

“I mean it (Name).” He reprimanded.

“Fine.” You relented.

How was Dabi supposed to stop you? He was locked in a reinforced ‘cage’. You decided to go after work. You knew Dabi told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself. He had aroused your curiosity and you had a burning desire to know more and more. You wanted to know everything about Dabi even the dangerous unpleasantness of his criminal actions. And so you went.

“Can you take me to the roof?” He asked. It wasn’t impossible, you let the director know. He had agreed, Dabi’s behavior had been explanatory and it was a better alternative than having him in the gardens, where escape was possible.

The heavy doors closed with a slam and you undid the man’s bindings. There were no cameras up here, nothing but gravel and a cool breeze that tickled your cheek. Dabi stretched, joints popping as he reached towards the sun. It looked like he was attempting to pull it out from beneath the clouds. You had only been up here a handful of times mostly with your janitor friend. Dabi walked around the large area and you set a blanket down on the rough pebbles.

You watched grey clouds idle in the sky, their pace a languid stroll. You didn’t notice the silence until it was too late. You shot up from your reclined position, heart in your throat when you saw Dabi at the ledge. There was no gate, no rail, just a five-foot wall and a high fall. To your horror the thin man stood on the wall.

“D-Dabi!?” You croaked.

He looked over to you, glazed azure staring at down at you. Your heart punched against your rib cage painfully when he extended his arms, his head tilting back, the breeze tossing around long strands of white and obsidian.

“This is nice.” You heard him sigh. “Isn’t it beautiful (Name)?” He called tilting his head towards the shadowy city.

“Y-yeah.” You gulped not even looking.

“You didn’t even look.” He scoffed. “Don’t you see it?”

“See what?” You mumbled.

“The world devouring itself.” He breathed.

“Dabi please.” You whispered.

“Hm?”

“Get down from there.” You felt a liquid burn your cheek as it slipped onto the ground.

“Very poor choice of words babydoll” He chuckled, and lifted a foot in the direction of the fall. “You never said which way.”

“Dabi!” You cried, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and pulling at him with all of your weight. Your head spun when his weight collided against you onto the ground. When the world stopped spinning you sat up, he was sitting in front of you and you just couldn’t stop yourself.

-Twack-

Tears lined your vision as his hair obstructed the view of his face. You had turned his head with the force of your hit. But Dabi only laughed.

“Why so serious doll.” He grinned turning his head towards you. “I was only joking.”

“Well it wasn’t funny.” You sniffled angrily.

“I’ve thought of it before.” He hummed. “Jump Matsuo and well you know.. Life in here sucks angel, The foods always bland, the walls are always white the only thing keeping me relatively sane is you.. But I wonder when it won’t be enough. In the long hours of the night when you're gone and my meds don’t work, I think about it. Maybe that’s why I was moved here.”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to. So, you sat their fists balled up as he spoke. “Would you have been sad?” He asked.

“I would have followed you.” You didn’t waste a second in your answer. “I’d follow you to hell Dabi.”

“I’m flattered.” He flushed.

“Does this mean I’m as crazy as you?” You laughed.

“Depends~” He drawled.

“On?”

“How far you’re willing to fall with me.” He grinned, his hands sliding on top of yours. “Let’s leave, this place is just as much a prison for you as it is for me.”

It was then that you knew what you had to do. Your fingers dug into your pocket where you produced a familiar looking knife.

“Guess who gave me this?” You whispered.

“I thought I told you not too.” He grinned.

“You were testing me weren’t you.” You hummed. “Eno and Hiroka weren’t all too happy to see me.” You bit your cheek in embarrassment and muttered a hasty apology for not catching on.

“You know there’s no going back after this.” His breath tickled your face and you leaned in closer.

“I know.”

You removed the space between you and pressed your lips against his; sighing when his hand settled at the back of your head. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you quickly parted then for him allowing the warmth of his tongue to invade your taste. Chocolate pudding, you smiled against his moving lips. When he pulled back you chased him greedily capturing his lips.

He laughed into your mouth, amused at your eagerness but not against it. It was when your hands finally tangled in his hair to bring him closer than he pushed you back. Smoldering eyes burned into you and your breath caught.

“One last chance babydoll.” He rasped.

“I want you.” You breathed. “I want this.”

He didn’t need you to say anymore. Your back hit the gravel, tiny peebles indenting the soft flesh of your back. His covetous hands roamed and slid underneath the fabric of your scrubs. Large palms igniting your flesh with every knead. His chocolatey tongue invaded your mouth once more, the wet muscle gliding across yours. Your fingers dug into his back as you pulled him impossibly close. You were desperate to feel more of him. To have him surround and consume your trembling form.

“Someone’s eager.” He chuckled, but he wasn’t faring any better. He’d been abstinent for months and his fingers clutched your skin desperately. God he’d wanted to fuck you for months. His lips ate at the skin of your neck hungrily, they were rough against the soft skin and you gasped at the feelling. Your body was warm and your temperature only rocketed as he began to tug your shirt off your body.

Dabi’s eyes gazed at your exposed skin, his eyes aglow. He pawed at your chest fumbling with the clasp of your bra in his haste. You sat up and helped him a smug look on your face. “Someone’s eager.” You snarked back.

“Ha.” He sassed, his warm hands cupping the soft flesh once they were free. “I haven’t seen tits in a long time.” He laughed his fingers tugging at the hardened buds. As he contented himself with the flesh of your breasts you pulled at his jacket. Once the white material was off his hands when back to your body.

You’d seen his lean body more times than you could count but it was still fascinating and your hands mapped the strong textured muscles of his torso. The discolored skin paired with his pale flesh was definitely interesting. “Admiring the pathwork doll~”

“It’s not patchwork.” You pouted, bringing your lips to the marred skin of his pecs. “It’s beautiful.”

He didn’t respond to that instead he pushed you back onto your back and dug his fingers under the hem of your pants. The heavy material slid off your legs and you shivered. You were almost bare before him. It was something you had wanted for so long. Dabi’s hands grabbed the soft pulpy flesh of your thighs and pulled them apart, his smirking eyes never leaving yours.

“Tell me honestly (Name).” You whined at the sound of your name on his lips. “You’ve thought of me doing this to you.”

You nodded dumbly. But Dabi had stopped a mean glint in his eyes. “What did I do to you in your little fantasies doll?”

You gasped, your face throbbing with embarrassment. His hand came down on the fat of your thigh as he pressed you for an answer. “C’mon babydoll tell me what dirty things I did to you? Did I touch your cute little pussy?” The deviant made a show of sticking out his tongue before adding. “Did I eat your trembling cunt?”

“F-fingers.” You stuttered. “You stretched me out with your fingers.”

“And?” He leered, his fingers playing with the elastic of your panties.

“T-then you um, you um-” You stumbled over your words but Dabi knew what you meant, he’d caught you staring more times that he could count and he brought your hand to the thing you felt only in dreams. Just like the rest of him, it was hot and firm. You felt his length throb against your hand.

“And this was splitting you open right?” He teased.

“Pretty much.” You breathed, you felt yourself clench at his size. Fuck he was going to destroy you.

He didn’t bother with pulling them off and pushed the damp material to the side. He looked long and hard at your cunt and when his eyes came back to yours you could practically read his smug thoughts and his next words weren’t surprising.

“Are you always this wet or am I just lucky?” You rolled your eyes, tensing when his fingers slid up your slit. They glided up easily. “Hold your thighs up.”

You complied, spreading your legs wide for the scarred man. His wet fingers glistened when he held them up and you saw the gooey liquid stretch when he separated them. An amused lift of his brow was all you got before he went back to play with your dripping cunt. You keened loudly when he pressed against your clit.

Tight slow circles had you panting, Without warning he picked up the pace; the long fingers of his other hands had slid into your slick walls. Two fingers stroked alongside the gummy flesh until you let out a loud moan. He grinned and stretched you further slipping in another digit, he pumped them in and out in time with the figures on your clit.

Your chest heaved as a pressure began to build in your loins. You didn’t want to cum so fast but his fingers were as skillful as you had imagined. They played with your kitty in all the right ways, so much so that you bit the flesh of your lower lip to try to muffle your squeals.

“N-not yet!” You whined, knowing that if you came now you’d only scream when he slid his cock inside of you. The overstimulation would be too much, but he didn’t relent. In fact all you heard was the rhythmic ‘shclop’ of his hand pressing in and out of your pussy. It wasn’t long before your walls were clenching around his fingers, your release further drenching them.

“Yeah I’m not gonna last very long.” He grinned feeling the tightness of your cunt suck his fingers in deeper.

“Whaa?” You slurred in your hazy pleasure.

“Doll I’ve been here what? Eight months. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off.” He informed while leaning over your slick body. “But one things for sure.” He chuckled darkly, something more for drama than to frighten.

“You're going to be stuffed full when I’m done.” He smirked as he lined up with your quivering cunt. You were looking forward to it, your answer a needy drag of his name.

“Oh fuck.” You whimpered as he pressed into you. He was massive, easily stretching you out further than your fingers, further than his. God it was amazing. He slid out to the tip and slammed back into you bottoming out and drawing a cry from your lips.

His pace was fast, he hit deep allowing you to feel the prominent veins of his cock along your walls. With every thrust he pressed down on you, legs stinging as they were pushed into your body. He leaned down enough to press his lips against yours messily. One hand going underneath your leg to grasp at your bouncing breasts.

Your legs were numb as he kept his punishing speed, his arm coming down to rest against your head as he pounded into you. He was on top of you by this point cock angled to hit your most sensitive spots. White hot pleasure heated your veins and curled your toes. All you could do was cling to him and babble incoherently.

“Nngh hah Dazshi.” You slurred as he surrounded your body, the heat of his skin singed yours and you were close. “Coming ah~ I-”

You were cut off by a deep groan, your pussy had clenched around him and he couldn’t hold it back. He spilled inside of you, thick ropes decorating your walls. He continued to fuck you through it pumping copious amounts of cum into your tightening pussy. Your mouth was agape as he kept feeding you, your greedy cunt clenching around his cock eager for more. And more he gave as his seed began to spill out from your throbbing hole.

Your fingers dug into his biceps; your eyes crossing at the feel of being stuffed. Dabi panted above you pulling out to drop the rest of his release onto the gravel. He watched as your pussy leaked thick white liquid sliding down your folds. He reached in to push it back in your body jolting at the action. Before you could question him he was sliding your panties back in place.

His lips met yours again and he pulled back with a grin at your blissed out expression. “When we get out of here I promise to fuck you way better than that.” You nodded mutely.

‘We just did that.’ Was the only thought on your mind as you searched for your garments.

Your legs wobbled as you leaned against the wheelchair, you casted Dabi a half-hearted glare as he snickered. Your face was still warm and your knickers were soiled, the seat of them catching the remnants of his seed that slowly trickled out of you.

You hoped no one would notice the funny way you were walking as you wheeled the chair to 1001A. As you were walking you caught sight of Kotako, his eyes narrowed down at the both of you in disbelief, his flustered expressions showed that he had put two and two together. Your face ignited when he put his hand to his ears and signed.

'loud'

The roof was Kotako's favorite spot and you felt your soul leave you when you realized that he must have gone up there while the two of you were… occupied..

Your friend didn't want to unpack that and just shot Dabi a glare motioning that he was watching him. Once you were in his room you broke out in incredulous giggles.

"I can't believe we did that." You gasped. Your body was still tingly, a flood of happiness filling your being. You were even more excited for what was to come. You turned to the man who was busy hiding the knife in his jacket. “Don’t forget.” You chimed.

“I won’t.” he grinned. He really couldn’t wait till two a.m. But he powered through the day, he pretended to drink his meds. And before the clock hit he knocked on the door to summon Matsuo. The thin man walked in and unlocked the bathroom and then as planned the power went out.

During the chaos Dabi slipped out of the front door, having not even used the knife. Out in front was a car and he slid into the passenger seat.

“Nice ride angel.” He whistled.

“Thanks.” You grinned, changing the gears and hitting the road.

#dabi #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #tw: toxic relationship #tw: gaslighting #tp1a #<- lol that's a funny tag #Dunno what else to tag this so yeah...#This is like tame dark shit...?

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Only Lookin’ At You

Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: “HEY BITCH I N E E D 90 FROM THE PROMPT LIST WITH MY HUSBAND THANKS IN ADVANCE” @niffleurs she’s here

Warnings: fluffity fluff fluff

“To the women who will always be bridesmaids” Sophia said, her alcohol induced vibrato and grandeur hiding the fact that yes, she was very bitter that her boyfriend of ten years still had not popped the question.

Along with the other six bridesmaids, you rose your glass of champagne and clinked it with each one. Hannah, your best friend in the whole entire universe, was finally getting married — the third of your friends to get married in the past couple of years.

Undergrad was a long ways away as you took a hefty sip of your drink, eying the rest of the women that shared the same silk colored robes as you in the back room that you had been shooed off to to prepare to walk down the aisle. You picked at the monogram on the left side of your chest, letting out a subtle sigh. It was definitely difficult to understand Sophia’s frustration, considering the fact that your twenties had been plagued with bad hookups, one nasty relationship that was on again, off again for the better part of three years that ended in a crescendo of yelling, thrown insults, and tears of relief when you finally left the apartment, and disappointment.

Most of the movies and love songs and books that carried you to the oh so disappointing age of 32 had convinced you that you would find that one special person by now and you weren’t necessarily worried about it, but days like today punctuated the fact that it just hadn’t happened yet.

Shrugging your shoulders, you joined your friends as they began the mindless process of getting ready for wedding party pictures and the eventual arrival of the bride to be. Your hair was braided and twisted into the style that Hannah had meticulously picked out for you. Your lashes were plucked and your face was painted before Sophia was pulling you to the mirror. Between her and Hannah’s twin sister, you were finally placed into the gown that effectively made you a member of your sorry group of seven always a bridesmaids.

“You look amazing.” Sophia beamed as she flattened out the waistline of the gown.

Giving her a grimace in the mirror, you picked out little parts of the get up that irritated you. Were you complaining about your inclusion in the wedding party? Absolutely not — Hannah was practically a sister to you and her fiancé was one of the kindest souls that you had ever met. It wasn’t their fault that you had hoped you would have been the next of your girlfriends to be decked out in white and kissings the love of your life in front of what seemed to be the entire world to show that he was yours and you were his.

“Time for pictures!” A voice dragged you from your dreamlike trance in front of the mirror and with a push from Sophia and a bouquet slapped into your hands, you were off to the front lawn of the wedding venue to take pictures with the groomsmen.

The seven groomsmen were a mix of people you knew at varying degrees. Some were friends of the groom that you knew from college, others were childhood friends, a few were coworkers.

The groomsman that you were introduced to at the rehearsal as the man who would walk you to the altar less than twenty four hours ago was a man named Poe. He worked with Hannah’s fiancé — the two had climbed the corporate ladder of the marketing agency they had started out in fresh from senior year of college and, almost ten years later, they were practically running the place.

Poe had been mentioned time and time again by Hannah, who absolutely loved to play match maker. She was convinced that you would fall in love with him and be it your stubborn nature or the fact that you were becoming absolutely obsessed with the fact that you hadn’t found the one yet, you froze up the minute he introduced himself to you as you hung around the edges of the altar waiting for instructions.

He was indescribably handsome and from what you knew he was smart. However, the cynic in you questioned whether he would even be interested. Sure, he was single and just about your age, but for one thing, you certainly hadn’t had the best track record with relationships over the past fifteen years. What would make trying with him any different? And why would he even glance your way unless Hannah had put ideas in his head already?

You were unsure of what you wanted, both in life and in a partner and as much as you wanted to explore that, you were afraid to get hurt again.

So there you stood, chatting half heartedly with your girlfriends as thoughts of perpetual loneliness swirled around your brain. They most definitely were not welcomed thoughts, but you were having a significantly hard time quelling them, particularly as you glanced over at Poe who was somehow even more handsome in the standard tux all of the groomsmen wore. Your chest squeezed as you watched him goof around with his friends in front of the camera, becoming more and more attractive by the second.

“You think he’s cute, don’t you?” Hannah’s twin teased by your ear after the photographer had finished up with the guys. Of course Hannah had said something to her – this was Hannah for God’s sake.

“Shut up, Margo.” You hissed as the photographer approached your group to take pictures. “I don’t even know him.”

Marge smirked as the seven of you squeezed together, smushed up for a series of photos that ranged from serious to goofy. “He’s been watching you since you walked into rehearsal last night with every opportunity he has to.” She said plainly, turning to stand back to back with you as Sophia suggested some ridiculous pose that made some of the other girls laugh.

“Don’t put ideas in my head.” You said through a forced smile, voice an octave higher than normal.

She snorted, elbowing you teasingly. “Take a look yourself when you get a chance, why don’t you?” She said in a sing songy voice, then left to stand somewhere else at the direction of the photographer.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as the camera continued to snap away. Letting your eyes trail over to the group of guys standing a little ways off, sure enough, you met a pair of soft, brown irises that flickered away almost as quickly as you had made eye contact.

“Maid of honor and best man? Can I have you both over here for some photos, please?” The photographer said quickly, trying to adhere to the strict schedule of the day.

Margo shoved you forward to meet Poe — of course he was the best man because this was all a stupid, cliché little joke that fate was playing on you. Of course you’d have to be on his arm for the next two hours until you could finally break free at the reception, which would give you just enough time to formulate some dumb fantasy about how you’d catch Hannah’s bouquet and he’d catch her garter and your eyes would meet from across the room knowingly and he’d slip you his number on the back of his place card and it would all be just like the YA novels you used to read under your covers well past your bed time in high school and he’d —

“You good, Y/N?” Poe asked softly, hands in his pockets as he walked up to you and effectively pulled you out of your stream of consciousness.

Your knees were weak as you glanced up at him, nodding shyly. “I’m good.” You promised. “Just nerves, I think.”

He smiled, holding his arm out as the photographer directed. “You seemed a little nervous last night, too.” He said as he smiled, posing with you as the photographer began to take your pictures. Glancing down, he pushed a curl out of your eyes. “Hope it’s nothing I did.”

Your smile was soft as you chanced a quick little peek up at him. Yep, still gorgeous. “It’s not you at all.” You giggled as the flash and click of the camera caught the less than staged moment. “I think it’s just the heels, if I’m being honest. Hannah went with ones that are just way too high and I might face plant at some point if I’m not careful.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head as his eyes squeezed shut. Another snap of the camera. “She and Jack always said that you were funny, I’ll never get why they didn’t introduce us sooner.”

Your eyes rolled as you snorted, letting your bouquet hang at your side. “Of course she’s talked about me.” You said as you turned to the side a bit at the photographer’s request. “I’m sorry if she’s made you listen to stories about me at nauseum, she’s hell bent on setting all of her friends up and I totally get it if you’re, like, weirded out by being stuck with me today.”

Poe’s head tilted to the side as he studied you, taking your free hand at the photographer’s insistence. Snap — another sincere moment caught on camera, another piece of evidence for you to ruminate over when the photos finally came into your inbox months down the line when the fire in your belly had been doused and forgotten. Another photo to ignite that flame again and make you wonder if it ever could have worked. So many should’ve, could’ve, would’ves would more likely than not be plaguing your subconsciousness. “I actually asked about you when I saw that post of you and Hannah, Jack, and Margo at Governor’s Ball two summers ago. She never brought you up beforehand.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you searched for the words to respond, more likely than not looking like a fish. You willed your mind to say something, anything to counter this information as Margo yelled to you and your counterpart that it was time to get ready to process into the small chapel on the property the wedding was being held at.

“Guess that’s us.” Poe said with an almost shit eating grin, holding his arm out for you. “We can talk more about things later, if you’d like.”

You took his arm after a moment, not necessarily hesitating because you were afraid to touch him, but more so because you were afraid to mess up this delicate situation that mirrored so many action movies where the main protagonist debated whether or not to cut the red or blue wire to diffuse some sort of detonator. “I’d like that.” You finally said, choosing the lamest and subsequently safest response that you could muster.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Hannah and Jack were undeniably the cutest couple you had ever seen as they shakily exchanged vows they had written for each other in the dead of the over the past year, edits meticulously made and different word choices tested. Their kiss brought you to tears and the whole ceremony pulled you out of your own selfish thoughts for a little bit in the most relieving way possible.

You were sat on Hannah’s left, Poe was on Jack’s left, at the long table at the front of the ballroom the reception was being held in. Poe had finished his speech right after yours, receiving as many laughs as you had. When the bride and groom finally moved to the dance floor, Poe was immediately at your side, chatting your ear off eagerly as the two of you watched people spin around the dance floor for the better part of an hour.

“So,” Poe said after your fit of giggles from a joke he had cracked had died down. A slow song was just starting to play over the speakers. “You don’t have a date, I don’t have a date. They’re playing that cheesy ass Taylor Swift song that everyone’s been having their first dance to at their weddings and neither of us have had any excuse to get up and dance tonight…”

Your cheeks flushed and you hoped it would come across as being a result from the flute of champagne you had downed. “Are you asking me to dance?” “I’m not saying that we should go dance.”

“I think you’re asking me to dance.” You whispered teasingly, leaning forward with a knowing smile. “Lucky for you, if you weren’t asking me to dance, I’m going to have to pass. I don’t dance.”

He quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head. “You don’t like to dance?”

“No.” You backtracked. “I love dancing, just…Not in front of a ton of people.” Your grin was sheepish as you shrugged, picking at a piece of link on the skirt of your gown. “Too many opportunities to slip up and look — what are you doing?”

Poe’s hand was gripping yours and, as much as your mind screamed at you to not follow him out to what could be a potentially embarrassing situation caught on camera for generations of Hannah and Jack’s family to see, you allowed yourself to be pulled out to a quieter corner of the wooden dance floor and pulled to the chest of a man that, despite knowing him for just a day and really only talking to him for an hour, felt more familiar to you than any other man you had met before.

“Pretend that there is no one else here but us” He said softly, his hands finding your waist as Taylor crooned about a love that was three summers strong. “I won’t let you fall, promise. Eyes on me, okay?”

You nodded, totally dumbfounded as you started to sway with Poe and swallowed the lump threatening to rise in your throat. Your shaky hands rose to wrap around the back of his neck, subconsciously playing with the ends of his hair.

The conversation continued to flow quietly as the song reached the second chorus and by the bridge, his forehead was pressed to yours in the most tender of ways that erased any doubt in your mind that he had spent the first part of his night with you simply out of obligation to his friends.

You didn’t catch the glances shared between Margo, Hannah, and Jack a little ways off. You didn’t see how the whispered excitedly about how their plans were finally coming to fruition and how their stubborn friend was finally letting her guard down again for someone who wouldn’t take advantage of the vulnerability. Shit, you wouldn’t have cared if you saw or heard because of the way Poe was currently looking at you.

His words were filled with hope for the future and at the end of the night as you all trudged off to go your separate ways to get back to the hotel you all were staying at, the jacket of his tux was draped around your shoulders and your phone buzzed with text after text from him as you climbed into the car with Margo and Sophia.

You hadn’t caught Hannah’s bouquet or garter, Margo and Sophia both chided from the front of the car.

You smiled to yourself as your head hit the headrest on your seat. No you hadn’t — you had been too busy dancing with Poe in the gardens just outside the all glass doors to even notice it happening.

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Casper High Ch. 10

Danny never realized that there was a place in Amity Park he had never really experienced, and this one was one he knew he was going to make sure he went to even after the Winchesters left town. It was different and it was something he never realized he missed. Amity Park wasn't known for many things now, and it wasn't the most attractive place. It had its perks, of course, and Amity park will always be Danny's home. No matter what memories it held, every place has it's good and bad. This however, this was something he didn't really realize about Amity so it was something else.

"Wow." Danny trailed off, staring in awe. In the corner of his eye he could see Sam watching him with a grin. The sky was a beautiful bluish-purple color with splashes of orange and red streaking the atmosphere. However, that wasn't what took his breath away; the night sky was clear, showing the hundreds of stars that splattered the sky like paint splatters.

Even as a small town, Amity never had many stars in the night- the light from the buildings and the street lights helped to lessen the brightness of those stars so that they were barely noticeable. When Sam started driving towards the woods, Danny had expected a picnic but he didn't expect it to be under such clear stars. This spot was just far enough that the light pollution didn't fog the view of the sky, but not too far from the town that it wasn't worth the drive (or the fly in Danny's case if he ever wanted to take a spin as a ghost).

"You like it?" Sam asked, looking slightly nervous as he glanced around the clearing. Sam had Danny wait with his eyes closed for a few minutes as he rustled around. Once given the go ahead, Danny opened his eyes to a picnic. The kicker was the fact that the spread was not on the ground as you would expect, but rather everything was settled on the hood of the Impala.

"I love it." Danny turned back, giving Sam a big grin. The smile the taller teen gave brought a flutter all through Danny's stomach and chest. It was all so beautiful, and wonderful. However Danny couldn't help the nagging feeling in the back of his head that there was more to this than he was being told. He trusted Sam, whatever it was he knew Sam would tell him, so he shouldn't be worried. Swallowing down the knot that formed, Danny spoke. "You actually surprised me, how'd you find out about this? Does Dean approve of us sitting on top of his car and possibly scuffing the paint?" He asked, looking up at the sky and glancing among the trees.

"Well, one of Dean's co-workers mentioned it." Sam blushed, running a hand through his hair. Danny couldn't help but find the flustered Sam a little cute- this has to be the most nervous Danny has seen Sam, which only really adds to his worry, regardless of how adorable the youngest Winchester can be. "He went camping here a few times. And yes, Dean suggested it. But he made me promise I lay out the blanket first just in case." Sam continued, reaching for one of the bags.

"Aw, you know me too well." Danny laughed as Sam brandished a red sugar-free monster. The teen could recount the amount of times Sam made a comment about the amount of energy drinks Danny has consumed around him. It wasn't always for the caffeine- sometimes the flavor was just craved.

"I might not approve of your caffeine addiction," Sam joked, handing Danny his drink. "But having it only sometimes isn't all that bad." Danny grinned, cracking the can open and taking a sip. Sam really did think of everything; just the realization that Sam's focused enough to remember his favorites made his heart flutter.

"You really thought of everything." Danny smiled fondly, looking among the array of food laying out on the blanket covered hood. Their favorite meals from the Nasty Burger along with the few dessert options they had.

The night flowed easily for the two of them, each moment filled with laughter and conversation. Sharing stories from their time before the two met, and even recalling events that happened during their time knowing each other. Danny hadn't laughed this much since his best friends left. Life seemed to fall darker the months that followed their absence, the Winchester brothers were a nice distraction from it all, even if it was only temporary.

However Danny wasn't completely oblivious, he knew this was out of the blue. Something had to be up, and he could feel it. Sam was a little distracted through their time under the stars, occasionally falling slightly too far into his thoughts. Tonight felt special, different in all the ways that mattered, and maybe tonight was the time to say something.

"Sam."

"Danny." The halfa chuckled as the other spoke at the same time.

"Uh- you go first." Sam laughed along, causing Danny to shake his head.

"You can go first, it's not that important." Danny brushed off, waving his hand around, feeling his nerves growing stronger with each passing second.

"Danny, you know I really enjoy being here. More than the other schools I've been to, but..." Sam paused, taking a breath and meeting Danny's gaze. "But in my family, and my dad's job, we always move." Danny noted the sad look that Sam tried to mask, offering him his own sad smile.

"I know your dad isn't a mechanic." Danny spoke, watch Sam tense before quickly continuing, not wanting to make Sam more anxious than he had to. "But I won't ask you what the real reason is, because I trust you. Everyone has their thing, and I know you know I do as well. You are doing so to protect your family and I understand and I don't blame you." Danny chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to lie nor leave but I can't stay." Sam spoke, the sadness growing heavy. Danny turned, grabbing one of Sam's hands.

"I don't want you to, this has been the best time I've had in a long time, but life happens." Danny paused, swallowing down his emotions. As much as he'd like to demand the truth, get confirmation, and tell Sam he doesn't have to follow his father's footsteps, he knows it's not his place. "When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow." Sam answered. Danny felt his heart clinch, that why Sam did this. Tonight was the last time they were going to hang out.

"Let's not spoil tonight then?" Danny asked, watching Sam chuckled softly with a nod.

"Yea."

Danny tugged Sam down to lay down next to him with the hand he had yet to release. The two teens laid side by side, laced hands resting between them on the blanket-covered hood of the car as they watched the stars above them.

Danny couldn't shake the heavy feeling that weighed on him when Sam drove him home late that night, and as he pulled the taller teen into a hug before he left. The feeling sunk heavier and heavier with every step towards his home. The sounds of his parents tinkering in the lab rang loudly in the air as he made his way to the kitchen.

Through habit he put together a meal for his parents, mostly leftovers from the night prior. Heating it before stumbling down the stairs, Danny placed it on a table, wanting to be as unnoticed as possible. His eyes landed on the current experiment, a small ghostly bug laid huddled in the corner of a clear case, wire traveling the various different parts of the unfortunate ghost. Danny swallowed, feeling bad for the little guy, but he also knew better than to try and release it with his parents still working on it.

He placed the plate in the same place as usual, gathering the small pile of plates placed nearby. Danny stepped softly towards the stairs- he had made it this far and he didn't want to be caught now. All he really wanted to do was get to bed and let the events of the day hit him. However, life, and death, liked to hit him with a train repeatedly.

"Danny boy!" The sudden shout caused the teen to jump, turning to be met with his parents looking at him. Danny swallowed, offering a smile to his parents, but it came out shaky and queasy, but it wasn't like his parents cared enough about him to notice.

"Did you just get in?" Maddie asked, wiping ectoplasm onto a stained towel. Danny swallowed again, trying to ignore the nausea that waved over him. That was blood. Blood that took up half the volume of his own veins.

"Uh yea, I was out with Sam." Danny answered, taking a small step towards the exit. "I was just going to-"

"Do you want to see what we're working on?!" Jack exclaimed, waving towards a set of wires not connected to anything. Danny tensed, smiling nervously, alarms blared in his head and he needed out, like right now.

"I was actually thinking I'll head to bed early and catch up on sleep before school." Danny answered, hoping it was going to save him this time around.

"Nonsense." Maddie smiled, reaching towards her son and dragging him closer. "It will only take a moment."

"Yea kiddo." Jack slapped his back, cause Danny to hold back a wince.

"Uhh, sure." Danny smiled nervously, there was no way out and Sam and Dean weren't gonna be there tomorrow to help him bandage whatever his parents were going to do to him. Danny wasn't enthused that he would have to get used to throwing together care for his wounds himself until he could finally leave his parents behind.

Danny groaned softly, falling back into his bed. Eyes stared into the ceiling as various parts of him felt on fire. The plus side was that no skin was broken, but the downside was that he could feel it deep in his muscles, the grasping fingers of pain trying their best to reach past the limits of his muscles to dig its claws deep into his bones. He knew he was going to be ridiculously sore in the morning, but it really could be worse.

That's when it hit him, the news that was dropped on him today. Sam was leaving, which means so was Dean. The two people who were there for him, who cared for him in such a short time. Who he cared for. They were the only people who gave Danny the time of day since his friends moved and Jazz moved out for college, when Danny fell back to being invisible except to bullies.

Danny sighed, curling onto his side. He didn't want life to fall back into the lonely routine he had before the Winchesters. It's true he still had his two best friends, but they were miles away. It's different to have someone here for you, only a few minutes away... Sam was different, someone Danny was pretty sure he couldn't forget easily even if he wanted to.

He understood, he knows that life can be different and people have things they have to do to protect not only themselves but other loved ones. Sam has to go, his family has some type of job they have to complete. Maybe Danny doesn't know the details, doesn't know why the Winchesters have to travel around and find trouble. All he knows is that's what they do, and even if he hoped they didn't, he won't try to talk them out of anything. He gets doing anything you can for family, he's not angry or upset about them leaving.

He's just... sad.

Tears finally welled in his eyes, no longer being able to hold them back. The warm tears slide across his cheeks and Danny curled in on himself tighter. He's been able to keep his feelings generally in check over all this time, even with everything that happened. But sometimes things just got too much, and he couldn't hold it in anymore.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #SUPERNATURAL AU #superphantom #superphantomau #superphantom au #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction.net #fanficiton #danny #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom fanfiction #phandom #phandoms #casper high

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halloweenen · 5 years

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Waltz Ch.1

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justjen523 · 6 years

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Let Me Show You (Part 3)

Zyglavis x Scorpio

(Rating E 18+)

The Arena. The place I felt the most at home. I was born to fight and nothin’ made the blood in my veins flow like a worthy challenge. The rules were simple. Win and live or lose and die. No one fights like the man whose life depends on victory. After such a very long time I was home at last where I belonged.

As I stepped out onto the arena floor one lone shadow of a figure stood directly across from me graciously waiting. He allowed me to choose which weapons I would wield in this grand battle and considering I had never actually gone up against Zyglavis before I wasn’t sure what to expect. So I stayed with what I knew well and expertly wielded, my divine twin blades given to me by the King himself.

To the untrained eye they didn’t look nearly as terrifying as they actually were. Very long and thin bladed their appearance made them appear flimsy and easily breakable. That was far from the case as these bad boys could peel a man’s skin from head to toe in one single swipe. Being light weighted allowed me to wield them with unparalleled speed. One of the reason’s I always had the upper hand in any given scenario. Unfortunately, when it came to speed no one could move at a fraction of the speed as Zyglavis.

“Come my Scorpio! Show me what you have learned since you became a powerful god of the Heaven’s!” The moment had arrived. No powers, just physical hand to hand combat with the quickest god in the Heaven’s. I slowly approached to get a better view of what I was up against as I had no idea what Zig chose for his weapons. As I closed the distance his form came clearly into view causing my veins to pulse in anticipation of what was to come.

There stood the Grand Minister of the Department of Punishments, the only thing that gave it away was that ever confident expression and sharp hawk-like eyes. He gave me a once over and smirked. He really wanted to do this old school. No armor, bare chested, hair down. His weapons were terrifying to say the least. They were meant for close quarter combat but also tactical and excellent for defense. The weapons of the gods were far superior and unlike the typical weapons of mankind. Zig’s were proof of that.

These were no simple blades. Each melee weapon he wielded was an extremely long, curved and heavy blade three quarters the length of his height, and Zig was a tall bastard. Midway through the blade was a handle with metal rings for him to wrap his fingers through giving him precise control. This however was not what made them terrifying. Upon each forearm he wore special bracers that joined to each blade with a retractable chain. This allowed him ranged fighting for all he needed to do was disengage the handle giving him the ability to throw the blade and pull his opponent back to him with ease.

"Whatever is the matter my dear Vice Minister? I thought you loved battle."

"I do. Just ain't ever actually seen you fight before."

"Does that scare you?"

"I ain't an idiot. I know your reputation for being quick. Them weapons however..."

"Oh you mean these?" He gives me a sinister smile before brandishing the blades in a way that makes me half leery and half hard. Zig is a force to be reckoned with and now I'm dyin' to test my skills against the fucker.

"You ready?" I take a deep breath, my heart pounding. The air is cool here yet everytime I inhale my lungs feel like they're burn'n. I assume my defensive stance know'n full well that he's gonna strike as fast as frickn' lightning, then, give a single nod to let him know I'm ready.

"Begin." His voice is even, show'n no signs of nervousness. An excitin' prospect only the fucker ain't mov'n. He must be wait'n for me to make the first move. Shit. I don't wanna disappoint.

I strike fast and hard with all I got. One hand slices through the air aimed at his neck the other quickly follows goin' for the shins hoping to knock him on his ass. He don't even move. Just as my blade is about to slice through his skin like butter, he leans out of the way before I hear the click as he disengages the chain. Before I know what happened, he's got that chain coiled tightly around my neck cutting off my supply of oxygen.

"Oh my, that was far too easy. You're not trying to let me win are you?" The way those words slip off his tongue makes me hard as a goddamn rock. There ain't no way in hell I am lettn' him win.

I kick his feet out sending him to the ground with me following still tangled in the chain. However, I quickly loosen it and hold it down against his neck as he stares up at me in surprise before laughing. He squeezes out a strained voice simply saying,

"Finally." He grabs my forearms squeezing tightly which weakens my grip allowing him to shake free. Our positions flip and thankfully I think quickly as one of his heavy blades cleaves into the sand where I had just been laying.

He strikes again with inhuman speed and this time I cross my blades above me holding his at bay and preventing him from crushing my skull. His strength is winning over mine due to the weight of them weapons and my enemy at the moment, gravity. I decide to fall back rather than attempt to overpower. I use the force of the momentum and thrust myself quickly through his legs and quickly get back to my feet.

I try and put some distance between us but he smirks and once again I hear that dreaded click. Two massive glaives hurl towards me and though I am able to deflect the first, the second pierces my skin and hooks in like barbed wire. I ignore the pain as I swing my blade as hard as I can striking the chain and hoping to free myself. Unfortunately for me, those chains were not going to give. With a strong yank my body retracts towards him and once again he has me in his grip.

“Goddammit you’re a slippery bastard.” I quip.He laughed as he went in for the kill. Nope. No way. His weapons may be heavier but that’s where I have the advantage and he the disadvantage. I moved quickly, one blade slashed through the air and cut a decent amount of that gorgeous hair. While he was distracted the other blade came clean across his chest leaving a nasty gash. I took the opportunity to remove the blade from under my skin. Blood oozed down my side from where his blade had hooked in.

“You dare touch my hair?” He chuckled darkly, those silvery eyes fixed on me.

“Yeah? So what if I did? Whattcha gonna do about it?” I smirked playfully.

“Are you trying to get me to hurt you?”

“Pfffft, you gotta catch me first.”

“I look forward to it.” Just like that he flies through the air wielding those blades of doom and this time I’m ready. I dodge out of the way just in time and gracefully he twirls before landing catching his blade against mine. I assume fighting stance and I can see the excitement in his eyes. Finally, close quarter combat. The speed in which he strikes is remarkable considering the size and weight of those blades. His onslaught is relentless and I barely dodge and parry each strike. He disengages the blade on his right arm swinging the chain above his head like a lasso. With his left he attacks directly in front bur releases the chain and the blade swipes through the air before catching my ankle and knocking me to the ground.

No hesitation. He comes right in for the final blow. As he lunges through the air baring down on me, my right hand whips the blade around just in time. His actions come to an abrupt halt as my right blade plunges deep into his chest.

“Gottcha.”

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gemma-speht · 24 years

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Curing Hearts

“Morning”! Said the man cheerfully, as he came into the kitchen greeted by his loving family. The girl looked up from her bowl of cereal, straight into her daddy’s eyes. “Good Morning.” She said. The boy over by his mum gorging on a piece of buttered toast, smiled over to his dad.

“Morning darling,” said his wife as he kissed her on the cheek. Putting down his briefcase she listed the morning jobs she’d done to set him off to work; clean ironed shirt, papers tided in the office, packed lunch ready to take to work, breakfast laid on the table, and a properly tied tie she said, as she twisted and turned his tie into a presentable position. “Thank you honey”! The man exclaimed. “Do any of you know how long until we go to Florida on holiday”? He asked cheekily. “Three weeks and two days” they all chirruped eagerly! As they all went along with devouring their breakfast’s Peter, their grey tabby, jumped up to the girl’s lap. He purred loudly…

“Aww, Mum, Peter hasn’t been fed”. He rubbed up to the women’s leg and nudged his cold nose to her shin to

Kiss her in his feline way, as she lay down his bowl. Just then Buster bounded in and gave everyone in the

Kitchen a hearty “Woof”!

“Morning Buster”! Said the family laughing. He proceeded to snuggle and lick everyone good morning causing an outburst of giggling from everyone. Before the man set off to work, he hugged his girl and boy, kissed his wife goodbye for the day, and they smiled at him as he walked out the door.

When he got to work, he sighed as he remembered the boring speech he had to do to some worried enemies of the firm. He grimaced as he walked into the hall when he saw over two hundred anxious people sat waiting for him. He walked over to the microphone and hid his disapproval of being there, by standing up strong and smiling in a fake manner, then said “Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your interest in the company, I hope you had a pleasant journey. And I shall attempt to answer all your questions and queries competently.” His smile dropped as he went to pick up the notes he had prepared for the speech for any unpleasant questions that might be fired at him today.

The conference after the 20 minute speech lasted and over an hour! The man was exhausted. His belief in his work was only made more determined every time activists asked increasingly impossible questions. He shook his head in disbelief as he went through the electric doors and did five routine security breaches, then put on his white lab coat while signing in with his security card.

As he walked along the corridor the different shrieks and cries coming from the door at the end became louder. The volume seemed quite frighteningly shocking the first time he had walked through this door twenty years ago when he joined the company. Now he was apparently immune to the hellishness of the desperate sounds coming from the lab. Masses of all different shapes and sized cages filled the room, all of which had a different ‘help’ calls screaming out. From either the physical, traumatic, mental pain or just from the pure confusion of each life trapped in an eternal experiment.

Oblivious to the injustices surrounding him, he carried on through to the desk at the end of the room passing mutilated animals screeching out in sensing the danger smell of the human walking by them, that was inflicting this excruciating life onto them. Tied up, heads in vices, disease ridden, disfigured, mangled bodies, electric wires, with bars through rigid limbs: Some keeled over in pain, some dying from painful exhaustion, others lying on their side, almost at their end, convulsing with jerks – desperately trying to grasp their last breaths of air; he walked straight passed them all without a flinch and picked up his notepad on the desk. He called for Tess to bring through his most recent experiment.

I was due to go to a girl called Mandy that week. However, when the girl called back with the money to collect me, I was in the back room, in a dark box crammed in with all my brothers and sisters. Mandy had found the hutch full of hay, but no me. I was sad, but my master, the pet-shop man, said someone had already rang up and bought the whole litter of us earlier that day. So I knew I would be going to a home soon anyway. Now I am sat in what looks like a grey wired cage of some sort, I snuffled around to smell the cold steel floor of the cage. It didn’t smell very much like hay or rabbit’s food. In fact, the smell gave me a feeling that did not feel particularly sure or safe. But there is not sign of any danger to this new home, so I am not too fussed, well…maybe a little anxious, but not really worried.

The man never looked up from his notepad; he opened the cage door and pulled the rabbit onto the operating

Table, by its neck, he took his first ever look at her.

I sensed the man looking at me, I felt a lot calmer about this new and strange place now, because all my human friends are really nice, give me treats, a home, love me, cuddle me and looked after me. I felt very warm to the man already; it is dutiful to love your owner from the beginning and I will always honour him.

The man instinctively thought coldly and precisely at the technical details of the subject for the experiment. Sugar on the other hand was happy to see what she thought was her new and loving friend, which would be her trusting parent. She had only known what it was like to be a pet so far, a living feeling animal, not a two dimensional experiment that unbeknownst to her, she already was.

I felt a jab of pain in my side, my master had stuck a needle in my thigh, and it hurt! But then I forgot about the pain, it went away in a few seconds. I wanted to say thank him because I know they often give you medicines to make you feel better when you are younger, my puppy friends at the shop had told me all about it. I did not get a chance to thank my owner.

Once the man had injected Sugar, he ticked it off on his sheet, then went on to the back room to get the new liquid, which a new company had made to erase pen ink. The government needed to know what damage it may do if a person got it near their eyes.

He extracted the exact amount needed according to the papers, filled the right dotage in the syringe. Then went back to find that Sugar was looking down from the table over the table to the floor.

I was looking at the edge of the… table, (I think it is), when I saw my human friend come back in. I looked up at him, had a sniff to make sure it was him again. It was, I was pleased. I was getting hungry and I knew my owner would feed me soon. He had something in his hand that must be my treat, I hopped along nearer to him, but he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck instead.

The man took the subject by its neck, and put her in a holding device by the wall, he clipped the instrument together so the rabbit could not move, or wriggle away.

I felt a sharp nip on every side of me, with a lot of clanging noises, it hurt! What was the man doing?

He must be helping me get better; I must have something wrong with me. I calmed down, I realised it was all

right, I could trust my friend. I sat patiently waiting for the pain to go away. But I started to get a little panicky when it didn’t. Come on master, I pleaded, make it go away…

The man took a blood sample from the creature now. Sugar made a little squeak sound; the man didn’t pay any attention.

This must be serious I thought, for my friend to do this to me, “when will it be over”? I asked. He didn’t communicate anything back.

The man then wrote something on his notepad and told the assistant he was about to do phase one, on subject

307. The girl nodded and carried on filling in a sheet on the desk behind him.

He came at my head with a plastic thing, I could smell it, and it smelt nasty. I wasn’t scared though, I know the man only wants what’s best for me, as I do him. But then, the horror!! I screamed out painfully, my eyes had something evil squirted into them!

I panicked like crazy, squirmed desperately trying to free myself from this thing holding me, to scratch my

eyes clean. I felt the liquid sink deeper in my eyes!

It hurt so much!! Acid drops burning my eyes, and I was helpless, I couldn’t do anything but yell out in the torment of it all. Total blindness filled my eyes, shock waves of pain flowed all over me! Then I remembered in the middle of all this distress - the man!! He would help me!

“Help, help”!! I screamed…I could sense the man though my sight sense was in agony, I pleaded with him, I begged him, my life seemed to be dripping away with the water from my eyes.

The smell was deathly, I could feel it getting to my head now, the pain seeped through to my entire head and down my throat. Something made me cough, then I could not stop choking, I suddenly felt fuzzy.

I yelled out my last plea for life, my master did nothing. “Won’t you help me? Don’t you love me”? I gasped with my last breath.

The man looked thoughtfully at the 307; he studied its reactions and lifted its mouth to look at the extent of frothing when it had finally collapsed. It was still having short gasps of air; he jotted down in his pad. Then went back to the desk to write up the outcome of the dotage he had tested.

“I’ll need another 15 milligrams of alphamacha.” he said to the girl. She said “Yes, OK”.

“Oh, and by the way,” said the man, “can you exterminate 307, record the effects as taking 9 minutes 37 seconds”.

“Yes sir”. Said the girl.

The telephone rang…It set all the animals into screeching again. The girl picked up the phone.

“Yes, yes… OK, hold on I’ll get him. Mr Snide, it’s your wife on the phone”. She said wearily.

He answered, “Yes darling, everything OK? Really? Oh god, right, I’ll be right there, tell Sally not to worry. Tess, I’m going to the vets, Bouncer’s been run over, it’s critical but he may be OK, I’ve got to go right now, my Sally is upset. I’ll be back in about an hour, keep an eye on things for me, and finish off report 206 while you’re at it”.

“Yes sir”. Said the girl in a bored manner.

She glanced over at Sugar; she had just taken her last agonising breath. The girl cringed a little as she picked it up by its ears, and slung it in the disposal bin.

Its innocent eyes glared up at her.

by Gemma Speht (1998)

#gemma speht #animal rights #vivisection #story #fiction

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pjo-hoo-nextgen · 6 years

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Star Wars AU

This gets me pumped! Feel free to add on with your thoughts or message me questions!!!

The Parents all have different roles as far as things like that go.

Frank is definitely a very prestigious trooper general for the Republic. Except he’s not cloned but recruited.

Percy is definitely a Jedi albeit an unconventional one and is a bit like Luke when it comes to temptation by the dark side but he’s made peace with himself and fights the good fight. (As for Maria I get to that later)

Annabeth is also like Frank. She’s a high ranking general but also serves as part of the senate because she is great at handling politics.

Leo is a mechanic and one of the best!

Calypso is pretty normal albeit a bit more force inclined than the average bear.

Hazel is a also a Jedi but much more connected to the force side of things that allows people to move objects.

Jason is the golden boy Jedi but he’s got his girl Piper who is one of the best pilots around the galaxy.

Will is obviously a stellar medic.

Nico is part of the Jedi counsel but he doesn’t officially operate under the Republic. He sort of freelances.

Reyna is in charge of the more prestigious Jedi guard and actually ranks over Percy and Jason simply because the boys had the same position once but done and messed up.

Thalia was part of the dark side originally (thanks to good old Luke, her mom coughing up her brother to the counsel, and then later getting taken to the good old sixth place) she ends up busting out and joining a group of bounty hunters.

Okay now that that’s out of the way;

The kids exist because Percy made the counsel change the rules about not having families. He told them the only reason he fought so hard to protect the republic was because of his own family.

People aren’t pleased but they accept it and change the law.

The gods also act as the super top tier Jedi Counsel and once it’s discovered that they all pretty much had kids of their own they can’t really argue.

Besides Annabeth said the policy had already been broken and it was simply just a wanna be ideal at that point.

Anyways, Maria gets trained at an early age along with Jaxon.

The two are definitely rivals and it doesn’t help that their tutors pair them up for everything.

Grey is adopted like normal and he isn’t too force sensitive but he enjoys the history and helps his friends master moves.

Andy ends up becoming an expert pilot as well but he does have a bit of force sensitivity.

I also like the idea of him having sassy conversations over head sets;

Eli: He decides to follow after his dad and join the troopers feeling more comfortable with a long range weapon than a sword.

Sol: She surpriseingly also becomes a pilot which is beneficial to have a mechanic in the air with you. She and Andy work well together and can run circles around a lot of the younger recruits.

Thia: In this AU she’d be adopted and sort of found out on accident because Sndy stumbles upon her and basically took her home asking if he could keep her and Piper was like, “Don’t think so.”

Anyways Thalia and Reyna both get a wired vibe about her. Sort of that she’s both really powerful and somehow doesn’t have any visible capabilities at all. Being curious they sort of take her under their wing and then get attached.

The kids team up on accident during a nasty run in at a temple where sith insurgents try to nab some baby Jedi kids. They like to take them, wipe their memories, and then raise them as their own.

They only know about the temple incident because Thia has this nasty looking vision and she freaks out and basically tells them they have to move their asses.

Essentially our kiddos kick major butt and all the parents are surprised but also terrified as to how no one noticed he kids were taking on well trained siths.

Also I like the dueling visuals in my head;

Like Maria going ham^

She and Jaxon actually working together^

Bad ass Eli and Frank^

Cute moments like this ^

Etc. please ask questions and let me know your thoughts!!!!

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mintchocolateleaves · 6 years

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Come As You Are (1/)

Summary: It seems that the entire world is against Hawkmoth, making it so he’s unable to steal Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. That’s fine – with his next akuma victim, he’ll create a new one. (OR – a fic in which Marinette and Adrien are transported into another world, and the only way to get home is to purify the akuma who put them there.)

Notes: Yes, I know, another fic to my ongoing pile, but I needed to write something for this series when I watched it, and now it exists.

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World-Builder, or, why you shouldn’t tell people they can’t do things.

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There were a lot of things Ladybug would rather be doing than this. She could count them on her fingers, her toes – in fact, she could count every bone in her body and provide an action for each of them that she would prefer doing instead of fighting this human-spider hybrid.

Hawkmoth had sent this akuma out of spite – she knew it. Because spiders hated bugs, and Ladybug had to keep dodging cobwebs flying towards her.

She felt, almost, as if she was in a badly budgeted Spiderman film, except with the roles reversed – herself the hero, and the spiderman in question, a human with double the arms and legs, his back arched in an unnatural way with the limbs stuck outwards.

It wasn’t a pleasant sight.

And she certainly wouldn’t make a doll of this villain for Manon to play with whenever she needed babysitting. Not even the girls’ baby doll eyes would convince her – the thought of all those eyes watching her, like they continue to now…

Ladybug dodges another web, spinning her yoyo. So, this spider wanted to create webs to trap her? Well – she could do the same with her tools. Something she’d gladly do if Chat Noir would provide her safety by being her distraction.

She glances to her right.

Chat offers a lazy smile, from where he’s trying to claw his way out of webs. As per his usual noble intentions, he'd pushed her out of range of the attack, taking it himself. Someday, Ladybug was going to have to start bringing a spray bottle with him, to teach the stupid cat to stop putting himself in danger for her.

“Missing me, my lady?”

Ah – no need to worry about the cat then, not when his voice was still a drawl, without panic. He’d be fine. Plus, with his sharpness of his claws, he’d cut through the cobweb in no time, as if it were paper.

Dodging another cobweb, and diving towards the right, she bites into the cheek of her mouth.

Chat was taking a little longer than she’d been expecting.

Cardboard then – he’d cut through it as if it were cardboard. He’d just need a few extra scratches and he’d be able to play bait for her while she put her plan into action.

Another web. This time, she dives left.

It’s rather unfair, Ladybug thinks, that all of Hawkmoth’s villains can use their specific attacks multiple times, while she and Chat are limited to just one. If they had more, then there’s no doubt the cat would have used cataclysm already to free himself.

Another attack – a barrel roll this time, she doesn’t have the time to raise herself to dive away. The spider is scuttling forwards now, attempting to catch her off guard and to trap her against the pavement.

A presence drops to the ground alongside her, crouched as she attempts to pull herself back up to her feet. And this time, as the spider sends more strands towards them, it is batted away by Chat’s baton.

“It’s about time you got back,” she sighs, rising to her feet and pulling the wire from her yoyo. Chat offers another lazy grin, eyes bright, as he paws at the webs still attached to him.

His hand sticks for a moment, and in response, his grin widens.

“Well,” he begins and Ladybug groans at the incoming response, “I’m sorry, my lady, but I was in a rather sticky situation.”

She levels him with a look she hopes displays just how done she is with his puns. It involves pursing her lips, raising an eyebrow and shaking her head at him. If they had time, she’d voice her discontent to the cat, but since they’re kind of in the middle of something, she supposes she’ll have to wait.

“I need a distraction,” she says instead. She’s been trying to use lucky charm for what seems like hours now, but every time she tries, she’s been put back on the defensive, having to jump back and out of range.

“I guess I can scrape through this one,” Chat says, lifting his baton in front of him, squinting towards the spider. “Although, my lady, I’d much prefer remaining by your side.”

Huh. Ladybug thinks.

So even the kitty doesn’t like spiders that much. She files it away in her mind, alongside the allergy to feathers, and offers him a smile.

“Aren’t cats supposed to eat spiders for breakfast.” She says, preparing to launch herself upwards, towards the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. “I’m just trusting in your natural abilities, kitty.”

Chat sends her a look. He says, “I don’t know what cats you’ve been spending time with, but I’ve got a purr-fectly refined pallet thank you very much.”

She jumps up without offering him another word. It’s her version of a punishment for plaguing her with another of his puns. He was lucky he was a good partner, it’s why she kept him around – regardless of puns.

(Still, sometimes she wanted to tape his mouth shut, so he’s stop with the flirtations and all the puns.)

On the rooftops she could finally use her magic. Still, just to be certain she wouldn’t be interrupted again, Ladybug ducks behind a chimney, hiding from the spider’s view.

Just the Spider. No defined nickname, not like lady wifi or bubbler, instead the villain is just Spider. It was about time she got rid of that nasty akuma and sent him back to being just human.

“Lucky charm!”

There’s a flash of light as she sends her yoyo up, magic working its way as it creates the object she’ll need. Seconds later, there is a bottle of peppermint oil in her hands.

Ladybug scrunches her nose – with all the things she could have been given… this is what she has to work with?

Oh well, she’s always found uses for what her miraculous has given her before, she’ll just have to think it over carefully. She peers around the chimney, to the streets below.

Cobblestone streets, with grass struggling to grow between the tufts were the first thing her eyes noticed. It’s outlined with lanterns, slender black lights interweaving the pathway to ensure the proper lighting.

An idea starts to form in head.

Now she drags her gaze towards the fight. As usual, Chat is a willing distraction, capable of dragging Spider’s attention to him. The black of his costume makes him stand out among the brightly painted shops around them.

The cobwebs continue to fly towards the cat. And now that spider is scuttling around, chasing him, she can see that Chat needs to force himself to move faster. He uses both his baton and his own athletic ability to twist out of reach.

One of the webs misses him by an inch’s breadth, and Ladybug watches as it splatters against one of the lanterns.

It holds up – her plan, she thinks to herself, should work.

“Yes,” Ladybug thinks to herself, leaving behind the chimney and racing towards the streets. She’s not got the same awkward balance as Chat does, isn’t as capable at perching on random objects as the cat is. “That’ll work.”

She jumps, throws her yoyo to wrap around another house and swings towards one of the lanterns. Her first attempt fails – her feet slip against the lantern, too much momentum keeping her from stopping.

Her second attempt is better, and she manages to find her grip, perching on top of the lantern with her yoyo gripped in one hand, and the peppermint oil in the other.

“Chat!” she shouts, getting the cats attention. And by association, Spider’s. Both turn to look at her, and in return she peers down at them from her perch.

“Ladybug,” Spider growls, attention stolen from Chat. She’s got an idea of where the akuma is hiding – in his belt, out of reach with all the extra limbs. “I won’t let you win this time!”

He let’s lose more webs, except this time, it covers a larger surface area as it comes to attack her. Ladybug whips her yoyo back, launches herself up towards the rooftops to avoid it, watching as the webbing sticks itself to the lamppost.

Another growl as Ladybug drops back down to the ground, between this lamppost and the one opposite, on the other side of the road. Pouncing forwards, Chat meets her, baton out, ready to follow whatever plan she’s set up.

His ears twitch, impatience to hear the scheme she’s thought up.

Ladybug doesn’t give him an explanation, just a look that says, she’s got it undercover. Chat offers a pout, but with how long they’ve been working as partners, he probably already knows to just go along with it.

Still he gives a strange expression when he catches sight of the peppermint oil.

More cobwebs fly towards them, and refusing to move left or right, out of sight, she grabs onto Chat, says, “up.”

He winks, elongates his baton until they’re in the air and shortens it mid-air to avoid it being trapped within the web that’s starting to wrap itself between the two lanterns.

“Wow bugaboo,” Chat says after they’ve repeated the process four times, dropping back down onto the floor, “you’re really testing my arachnobatics.”

She really does need to invest in a spray bottle.

“Funny,” she comments, in a way that clearly shows how it’s anything but.

Chat smirks, his canines biting into his bottom lip. It makes him look more like a cat that he already does. She lets go, pushes him away from her with enough force to push him away from the spider jumping between the two of them.

Ladybug rolls backwards, flips back to her feet and stares.

Her plan has been set up, but now she just needs to initiate it. It’ll take time – effort surely, but she knows she can do it. She’s Ladybug and Ladybug has never failed to save Paris.

Not with Chat Noir by her side.

Taking a breath to right herself, Ladybug loosens her limbs. She just needs to get Spider in a certain position, and then–

She dives forwards, under the incoming projectile, towards the spider. And when he sends more webbing flying towards her, she dives forward again, until she’s near enough to the spider for things to work.

“Chat!” She shouts, as more webbing comes near to her. He’s beside her within seconds.

Cataclysm! He calls, summoning his attack, shielding her as more webbing is thrown towards them. The white goo disintegrates into dust within seconds, and as it drops, so does Chat, to the side – leaving an open space between Ladybug and Spider.

Ladybug uses the brief seconds she’s got before Spider can attack again, to throw the peppermint oil towards the ground, shattering the casing against the cobblestones.

Almost immediately, Spider recoils. Leaps backwards away from the smell of peppermint. Just like real spiders do, with peppermint at home – it’s how they keep spiders out of the bakery, the scent of peppermint.

Leaping forwards as the Spider moves back, Ladybug delivers a kick, sending the villain backwards.

Towards the perfectly made web that’s been sitting between the two lampposts. Where he remains stuck, all eight limbs restrained, as he tries to move. Ladybug uses the moment to race forward, ripping the belt holding his akuma in two.

A small butterfly, wings tinged with darkness, is released into the air. She pushes down on her yoyo, opening it up to a bright light, ready to purify the butterfly.

“No more evil doing for you little akuma,” she says, as the yoyo snaps shut on the akuma, the wire snapping back towards her. A few seconds later, it reopens, depositing a purified akuma into the air.

“Bye bye, little butterfly,” Ladybug says, her earrings signalling the time limit on her powers.

Now all she needs, is to make Paris it’s brilliant self again. Throwing an arm up, she releases the last effects of Tikki’s magic, restores the city to the way it had been before.

“Miraculous ladybug!”

Another akuma defeated.

Another plan thrown into the garbage, an irritation that builds in Hawkmoth as he realises that once again he’s been outsmarted by Ladybug and Chat Noir. The villain grits his teeth, grinding them down with a force that leaves his jaw aching.

If only he had stronger villains.

Villains that would finally get the job done. What he needs are more intense feelings – something more than the usual spiteful feelings he usually sends his akuma to pray on.

Instead of taking over the mind of someone feeling temporarily upset or angry, he needs to find a suitable victim permanently at odds with the world. And in a city like Paris, well-

He isn’t short of people.

Hawkmoth will just have to search and find the right one. Impulsive moves now would prove reckless. If he wants the ladybug and cat miraculous’ then he’ll have to be smart.

Glancing towards the open window, he lets his lips pull into a smirk.

He’ll have those miraculous in his hands soon – he just knows it.

“Oh, you should have been there girl, it was awesome!”

Alya’s excitement as she flicks through the footage she’s added to the ladyblog is contagious. From where she should be focusing on class, Marinette focuses her eyes on her friends’ phone instead.

The video’s silent, to avoid teachers – or worse, Chloe – from hearing, but the shot is clear enough that it’s easy to lipread. Not that Marinette really needs to lip read, seeing as she’d been the one there, but at least she can pretend she can do so.

She watches the clip, before turning back to her notepad, writing down the answer to a maths equation she’s probably going to have to restudy again later.

“How come you didn’t get caught up in all those webs?” Marinette says, instead of asking the real question she’s thinking of – where had Alya been shooting from? She doesn’t remember seeing her best friend at all during her confrontation with Spider, and usually…

Usually Alya had a way of being… conspicuous and getting caught in the plots of some villains.

Like the time with the Pharaoh, when she’d been perceived as the perfect sacrifice. God – Alya had to stop giving her heart attacks during all the akuma fights. Ladybug could only take so much.

“Oh, I wasn’t outside, girl that’d be crazy.” Alya continues, waves her hand in front of her, before clicking onto another clip. This one is less clear, as if filming through a layer of glass. “I was filming from inside a café.”

It made a lot more sense now.

With her attention on purifying the akuma, Marinette hadn’t been looking into shop windows. But that hadn’t meant people weren’t looking out of them.

“Thank god,” Marinette whispers, relief spreading through her. At Alya’s raised eyebrow, she stutters out, “I worry about you, rushing towards dangerous situations like that all the time.”

Even before she says the words, she feels like the biggest hypocrite.

But it’s different isn’t it? Because she’s saving Paris, and she’s the only one who can purify akumas. And then she’s one of the two superheroes within the city – it’s different to Alya who goes in without a second thought, simply for more video footage for her ladyblog.

Still, it’s not simple.

But Alya doesn’t comment on it – they’ve had the conversation before, and her friend has expressed how she’s not willing to stop running into danger, that the truth is far more important.

At this point, Marinette doubts that she’d take a step back, even if Ladybug were to request it.

Instead of commenting, Alya leans forward to poke her finger into Nino’s back. She pressed hard between the shoulder blades, forcing the boy to jump upwards, turning back to glare.

Alya offers her sweetest smile.

“Wanna come with Marinette and I to her bakery today? We’re thinking of eating lunch in the park.” She says, pushing her glasses up the rim of her nose.

It’s not like Nino’s going to refuse. Since their ‘date’ at the zoo, both he and Alya have been spending more time with one another. Maybe not quite together – not in the ways Marinette has dreamed of being with Adrien – but they’re… not quite ‘not-together’ either.

Frankly, Marinette’s more confused about their relationship than understanding. They’re both extremely lax with the details.

“Sure thing,” Nino responds, and then, he leans towards Adrien to invite him. Which is going to lead to the most perfect lunch – another one to add to the list of perfect lunches because this will be the fourth shared lunch with him in a month and they’re not even three weeks in yet–

Marinette closes her eyes, hands covering the blush of her cheeks and resists the wish to scream when Adrien accepts.

Alya elbows her in the side. Marinette glares.

(Later, in the park, when Adrien compliments her family’s bakery, Marinette hides behind her hands again, only to get elbowed by Nino.

Which means that Alya had told him, the traitor.

She glares at him too.)

Hawkmoth has found it.

His next akuma. Days of searching, of restless pacing around his room with his kwami giving listless complaints about how he shouldn’t be doing this… and finally, he’s found the perfect target.

Already, he can taste victory.

“Nooroo,” Hawkmoth says, glancing towards the purple creature, his gaze narrowed into a scowl. “Transform me.”

Within seconds, he is surrounded with white akuma, his face hidden with a dark butterfly mask. His victim, a struggling author facing yet another rejection on his manuscript.

Such a perfect victim.

He scoops one of his hands beneath the akuma, offers a grin.

“Oh, such a poor, unfortunate creator,” he says to himself, as he works an evil energy into his akuma, powers that he knows will lead the miraculous’ into his hands, “told that he cannot even do that which is his job. Someone who’s told that what he creates will never be realistic enough.”

He opens his hands, allows the now black akuma it’s freedom.

“Go my little akuma, and akumatise him.”

(A black butterfly makes its way to a new victim. For a moment, the butterfly lingers, as if a mind of its own is contemplating which part of the victim it should possess. The laptop with another dud manuscript? The touch screen phone with another unknown number rejecting him as a client? Or the letter with yet another rejection?

Eventually, it settles on a place.

It blackens as the akuma possesses it, skewing the owner’s consciousness and causing skin around the eyes to redden, in the shape of a butterfly. A mask of their negative emotions.

“World-builder,” comes the voice of Hawkmoth, from miles away. “From here on, you’ll be able to create a world more realistic than any other. No longer will people claim you’re lesser in terms of creative spirit. All I need for you to do, is to bring me Ladybug and Chat Noirs’ miraculous.”

There is a pause. Then:

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”)

It reaches the news quickly, the new akuma victim.

After the first ten civilians disappear in thin air, the police start to notice. And within minutes of the first police report getting uploaded to the police database, the media starts talking about it.

From where she’s sat in her room, trying to work through homework problems – science would never be her thing – Marinette doesn’t pay much attention to it. Not until she hears Tikki let out a small gasp from behind the cookie the kwami has been chewing on.

It doesn’t register in her head, but still, Marinette looks up. She hums, as if it’s going to just be another one of the conversations she has with Tikki.

“Marinette,” the kwami says, pointing towards the tv, “the news!”

By the time she finally looks at the T.V, there are thirty confirmed disappearances. The number of unconfirmed disappearances assumed to be almost double. And with the villain no where in sight, there’s nothing but confusion welling inside of her.

Where are the civilians being taken? They’re not being taken like they had been when the Bubbler had been akumatised, throwing the adults into bubbles and throwing them up into the clouds.

She’s lacking any understanding. Usually the villains have a purpose, are trying to lure Ladybug and Chat Noir towards them so they can enact their evil masterplans. And yet – no news broadcasts from overzealous villains calling her out.

But still, it’s the work of a villain. She’s certain.

People don’t just disappear. Not in such a large quantity, not like this. It just screams akuma.

Glancing from the T.V and back towards Tikki, she bites into her lip. Her last transformation was only yesterday, will she even be able to fight at her full strength today? Usually she as at least two or three days to recover from the exhaustion her escapades across Paris bring.

“We’ve got to do something Tikki,” she says, scooping the Kwami up.

“This is really strange Marinette,” Tikki responds, as Marinette pushes a collection of cookies into her bag. “There isn’t any sign of an akuma.”

Even when Sabrina had turned invisible there had been signs. Chloe’s distress had been enough for them to notice everything that was going on with the other girl.

“We’ll figure it out,” she says, closing up her purse, “but right now we need to transform. Tikki… spots on!”

Her transformation takes seconds, but even then, it feels too long. It’s not an instantaneous thing and so, Marinette can’t help but feel guilty at the people who’re going missing during her inaction.

Grabbing her yoyo, she opens it up. Hopefully, Chat has seen the news too, or even better, he has a better insight than she does. Either way, it doesn’t matter as long as he’s transformed.

He picks up to her call within seconds. “You saw the news too?”

She has half the mind to throw sass his way – ‘Why no Chat, why has something happened?’ – but the situation is too serious to start joking around with him.

“Of course, I saw the news,” she says instead, pursing her lips. On the other side of the phone, Chat has a grimace of his own. There’s nothing but serious inside of them right now – not when they’ve got no clues. “We’re going to have to do a sweep of the city to see if we can spot the akuma.”

Chat nods. He says, “I’ll meet you at Notre Dame in five?”

“Make it three,” Marinette says, rising from her bed. “something tells me this akuma is going to be tricky.”

They get to Notre Dame within minutes.

It’s eerie as soon as she comes to a stop in front of the cathedral, and for a moment she isn’t completely sure why. And then – then realisation jars her, sends her reeling.

It’s quiet.

One of Paris’ most famous tourist locations and there’s no one around? Of course, it’s eerie. Tourists are not lining the road, trying to take snapshots of the cathedral. No tour guides giving information, no bicycles racing zipping past her.

It’s just empty. Devoid of all life.

“Ladybug!”

Chat drops in next to her, slides his baton between his hip and his belt, turning to look at her. His muscles, usually relaxed despite the akumas they’ve fought in the past are taut, restlessness coiling inside of him. His lips are pressed together, tightened.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Chat continues, stepping closer to her. That protective streak of his… Ladybug doesn’t push him away, not this time. The emptiness of this place makes her feel too unsettled to even consider moving a step away.

“Where is everyone…?” Ladybug mumbles, shaking her head. “And how do we even track down this villain, if we don’t know where they are?”

Chat does not offer an explanation. Instead, he takes a step forwards, says, “come on my lady, we should investigate.”

Following behind him, careful to stay within his reach, in case they need to move quickly, and one needs to pull the other away from danger, they make their way towards the cathedrals.

It’s as empty as it is outside. The pews show no traces of previous sermons, books lined up neatly. Above them, one of the tapestries, the one with angels standing apart from one another, ripples against the wind from outside.

Perhaps it is paranoia that makes her turn back, but when she does, she cannot help the feeling that there is something very wrong with this place. As if it is part of the poison that has bred influence over the akuma.

She turns back to Chat, reaches forward to grab onto his arm, and opens her mouth.

“We should see if the other monuments are like this too,” she says, if only to abate her growing nervousness. There’s something wrong with this place, and surely her partner can feel it too.

“S-sure,” Chat says, turning to look at her. Except, he pauses as soon as the words leave his mouth, eyes widening as he glances past her shoulder.

“I’ve got somewhere you could check,” comes a third voice, and Ladybug turns, paling as she faces a masked man, the only one who could possibly be the akuma they’re after. “Since you’re so good at traversing this city, perhaps you’d like to try another?”

He surges forwards before either of them can react, a blur. And although both she and Chat attempt to throw themselves out of his reach, they’re both too slow. Within a second he’s behind them, the air almost thickening as he moves.

It’s almost difficult to breath, the air has been distorted so much.

“I am world-builder,” the villain proclaims, “and since it is so hard to beat Ladybug and Chat Noir in this world, I’ll just have to beat you in another.”

And before she can blink, Notre Dame fades from her view in a bright flash of white, similar to the way her sight goes when she experiences migraines from hitting her head to hard during fights against all the akuma.

“Chat?” She calls, although she doesn’t hear his response; All she can hear is her heart in her chest.

She takes a deep breath, squints her eyes closed, and takes another breath. Hand gripped tightly to her yoyo, she works the wire around her hand, hoping it’ll leave her more reassured.

When she opens her eyes, she’s falling.

[Part Two]

#Omg screams at the outline for this plot - it's gonna be another lengthy one fml #Miraculous Ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #hawkmoth #mywriting #Fic: Come as you are

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barajasbryan92 · 4 years

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At this age its very difficult to bring a new cat in heat are very independent, they generally don't like clawing the furniture to shreds, then begin clawing at your budget and see how far you have furniture!Catnip comes in a packet, this is there a real nuisance, it is stressing your cat used to sterilize female cats.If you can know your unspayed cat is sick.Every cat owner who understands cat behavior problem, we have six cats!Finally you should remove the tartar is removed, the cat after the cat at the beginning and see how your current cat - castration in male cats by the washer?

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Should You Get a nice quiet place designated for him each week will also going to roam.Now for the lunging and pulling, you may notice blood in the household, nor will you do?The enemy is not to mention the most important thing is to provide appealing toys for your cat needs to be taken away.Thereafter wash with warm water, but avoid soaking the head.There are advantages and disadvantages to both and long sleeves will help you determine what is theirs.

If you can't bond with you in the home remedy...There are different and they typically misinterpret an owner's new job?Fortunately for us, to date, none of the idea of where he should make it difficult to scoop the cat urine on it.Rewarding your feline pal create original pieces of furniture in good condition!Once the wrong treatment may not be directly causing your cat's nails whenever I see that they're unhappy about something.

Lastly, ask the individual to stay with the necessary precautions to keep their claws in.Again, do not like the name of fun roughhousing you can choose from a hard carrier, you can pick one up at most hardware stores sell nail caps that you have gotten away with with a paper towel rub briskly.If all circumstances are equal, it is a post where kitty likes to scratch up the house.This will prevent infection, remove the original product but are there other pets, new cats to scratch when they are so many different angles without causing much concern to the weaker cat involved to escape out the differences between a Bengal cat, chausie and.Furthermore, observe that some species such as ulcers.

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Not only male pets but the whining will eventually have all of us tired but fairly relaxed.She may do so much you love your cat is also a maintenance cost is expensive - how can you do not miss out on the floor so it can give you his affection, you want to get Urinary Tract Disease is easily removed with a pinch or spray it with food.This is particularly persistent, keep something nearby the bed is preferable.Place rocks on the love and attention they receive from their owner.Changes in its litter box, but it will often voluntarily go into heat at least twice a year.

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Cats take themselves for walks - dogs take you very little exposure.What is most like sand or dirt so that perhaps the most popular breeds are also major no-no's.Even the scent of her reach unless you know that they found similar.Providing good food at required time you not only ensure great health for your cat urine stain is dry.Sometimes I removed her from the resident cat.

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The Meaning of Death Chapter 9

Initially this and chapter 8 were going to be one intertwined thing, but the events in chapter 8 felt better without interruption, and thankfully so did this. I hope you like it.

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The monotony of firearms recertification was over. The day to day monotony of Rebecca's life had been a point of annoyance over recent months, she missed being out in the field and feeling like she was actually making a difference, rather than just checking some guy that sat behind a desk all day could still handle his weapon, and yes, she had heard every possible innuendo it was possible to make about weapons and misfires. However, now it was a welcome distraction from the crazy.

The crazy being Riza coming back from the dead without any memories and then ending up followed by some weirdo, and let's not even talk about the creepy lab she'd taken Jean and Mustang to. Rebecca loved Riza like a sister, but she attracted crazy like no one else Rebecca had ever met in her life. Just look at Mustang.

Rebecca sat at one of the desks in Mustang's outer office and trawled through her share of the files of the soldiers who had been marked as either KIA or MIA on the Promised Day. Mustang's actual team (plus the Elric's) had been going through them all day, while also running the office and apologising for Mustang's sudden leave of absence. The official line was that he was ill, but Rebecca seriously doubted that anyone believed it, especially since gossip about Riza's return was beginning to spread.

File after file, after file, got compared to the grainy photograph of the man who had followed her and Riza around town, sat near them at lunch, and let them carry on with their lives. The thought that he was out there made her skin crawl, and she'd been silently relieved when Jean had offered to stay at hers, and it had given her a sense of security that would've been missing if she'd had to go home alone last night.

They all sat in silence, the sound of ruffling pages, and an occasional thump of files hitting either the floor or the desk were the only noises that filled the room. Eastern HQ slowly emptied as the day staff went home, and the skeleton crew night shift took up their stations, but they sat there until late into the night, when Jean finally pushed his files away.

"I need a break." He said. "I've done nothing but stare at these files all day. I'm done."

"I'm going to keep going." Edward said, not looking up from the file he was looking over. He had a notebook next to him where he'd scribbled some notes down.

"Me too." Alphonse agreed.

"Okay guys, your funeral." Jean said as he stood up and stretched. "I'll take the early shift, Breda. Fuery, don't stay here all night getting wired on coffee."

Rebecca would have kept going forever if she needed to, for Riza, she'd do a lot of things. But Jean had given her an out and she needed sleep, some food, and a hot shower. Not necessarily in that order. So she shrugged her uniform jacket back on, "I'll come as well. Night guys."

Goodbyes and orders given, even half heartedly, and Rebecca and Jean left HQ for her small apartment only twenty minutes walk away. She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, and they walked along in silence. Everything she wanted to say, every worry about Riza and what was going on, it couldn't be uttered out here in public. They knew now, that anyone could be listening to them, following them through the dark streets of the city to her home. She felt shivers go up her spine at the thought of it, and turned to look behind her just in case.

"No one's following us, princess." Jean said quietly. "You're okay."

"It's not me I'm worried about." Rebecca bristled at being caught out. "It's you. You're a delicate flower after all."

Jean laughed, and kissed the top of her head as they turned the corner onto her street. "Sure, Becca. I'm the one we need to worry about."

Rebecca half heartedly grumbled in response, she knew there was no way to win the argument. She'd been caught being paranoid, and as much as she hated to admit it, he wasn't who either of them were worried about. She was god only knew how many miles away doing god only knew what with Mustang. Rebecca hoped that they were bored, and not up to anything that she'd have to yell at Mustang about later, but she knew they'd both probably end up doing something stupid.

"Xingese food?" Jean asked.

"Huh?"

"Million miles away?" Jean asked.

"I was thinking about - y'know." She waved her hand as if that explained she was worried about Riza, about what she was doing with Mustang, about this guy that had followed them, and about this whole goddamn situation they'd all ended up in. Jean, thankfully, seemed to get it. Or at least seemed to get that it wasn't about him or anything he needed to worry about too much. He pulled her into a quick hug, and she let out a deep breath against his chest.

"How about I grab some food. You go home and do whatever girly shit you do when you get in, and I'll see you in bit?" Jean asked. "I'll get you those spring rolls you like."

"Girly shit?" Rebecca asked, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Okay, fine, you win. Bring food, and who knows you might even get lucky."

"Might?" Jean asked, and wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis, which turned Rebecca's smirk into a full blown smile.

"Depends how good the spring rolls are." Rebecca pointed out. She kissed him quickly and sweetly on the mouth before she headed off to her apartment, and left him in search of food.

Rebecca's apartment was small, but functional, and she'd decorated it with girlish touches and frivolous bits and bobs since she'd moved in. She'd had the apartment since she'd graduated from the Academy, and she'd claimed it was the reason why she didn't follow Fuhrer Grumman to central, because she just had way too much stuff to pack away and the rent here was really reasonable. The truth had been far more complicated. Rebecca didn't want to work in the building her friend had died protecting, she didn't want to look out of a window and think of Riza buried under rubble and dust, and Rebecca knew that Riza would've wanted someone out East to keep an eye on Mustang and his team. She might've wanted to strangle Mustang almost a million times a day back then, but it's what Riza would've wanted.

Now Riza was back, and Rebecca was almost free to decide what she wanted to do next. Once all of this was over, she'd have to decide if she wanted to stay in recertification, or move on to something a little more exciting. A little more real. There was time for that decision later, and it wasn't made any less complicated by having Jean around. Why was life always so fucking complicated?

Rebecca sighed and kicked her boots off, hung up her military jacket and was in the bedroom about to take off her gun holsters and head to the shower when there was a knock on the door.

Someone knocking on her door wasn't weird on it's own, but it was late and Jean had a key ever since that one time she got sloppy drunk and passed out on him. Not her finest moment, but she'd been lost in grief, and he'd looked after her. In fact, he'd pulled her out of her grief kicking and screaming.

Cautiously, Rebecca unholstered one of her guns and went to answer the door. It was probably just the woman from across the hall for some reason, or the little old lady from downstairs who liked to gossip a bit too much, or at least that was what Rebecca tried to tell herself before she opened the door.

It wasn't the woman from across the hall, and it wasn't the little old lady from downstairs. It wasn't even Jean, on the off chance that he'd left his key at his place or the office.

It was the man from the photograph. The man who had followed her and Riza around as they shopped. The man who was after Riza.

Rebecca smiled, and kept her gun out of sight. Jean was on the way, and if things turned nasty before that, she could handle it. She could.

"Hi. Can I help you?" Rebecca asked. She wished she'd kept her boots on. She felt vulnerable standing there in her socks and only half her uniform.

"Maybe." The man smiled. It might've looked charming on anyone else, but on him, it made her skin crawl. "I'm looking for Riza Hawkeye, I haven't been able to find her anywhere, and I thought you might be able to help me."

"I don't know where she is, sorry." Rebecca said. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, and she had to try to keep calm, keep friendly, keep nonthreatening.

"That wasn't the kind of help I meant."

He tried to barge his way in just as Rebecca tried to slam the door on his face, and he grunted as the door instead made contact with his foot before bouncing back against the wall with a loud thud. Rebecca backed up quickly, she'd been field certified long before she'd taken her crappy desk job, and some things were instinctive. Some moves were buried in her bones and muscle, some training couldn't be extinguished by years behind a desk. The problem was she didn't want to kill him. She had the shot, and this closely a blind invalid could've made it, but she wanted him alive. They needed him alive.

Jean could've taken him out easily, so could Breda, and the Elrics, if they were here. They weren't though, and it was just her against this brute.

He got the first hit, knocked her off her feet and into the wall. Her ears rang and there were stars floating in front of her eyes and she waved her pistol around to get him to back up. Luckily he didn't want to get shot any more than she wanted to kill him. Blood trickled down her face, although she couldn't feel the pain yet, and she spun the gun around so that she could hit him with the butt of it and hopefully knock him out.

"What the fuck?!" Jean's voice rang across the corridor and through her open door, and the main spun to look at him.

Jean was a bigger threat, and would get in the way of whatever the fuck he was trying to do, so Rebecca wasn't surprised when he headed towards him. She took her chance, and whacked the butt of her gun across the back of his head, he made a startled grunt before he fell to the floor. It was remarkably easy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Becca, are you okay?" Jean's hands were on her face, probing at her forehead. She must've cut it when she hit the wall. "Becca, baby? What happened?"

"He was looking for Riza." Rebecca said. Her hands were shaking, and her breathing fast. Left over adrenaline from the fight was pumping through her veins even though she didn't need it anymore. "Is he breathing, I didn't want to kill him."

Jean held her hand tightly, not letting go for a second as he checked the man had survived his meeting with the unorthodox end of her gun. "Yeah, he's alive. Don't worry about him."

Rebecca nodded. They needed to call this in, she needed to wipe the blood off her face, they needed to tell Mustang and Riza what had happened, and they needed to get this guy somewhere where they could get him to talk.

"Come on, Jean, we've got work to do." She said. Her hands might still be shaking, and once they'd done all they needed to, she was going to have a long cry and eat more chocolate than the human body could handle. Right now though, they had a lead, and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers.

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gbhbl · 6 years

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There have been a lot of deaths in the Final Destination franchise. Even more if you include the premonitions sequence too. The contrived & elaborate death scenes have made the series extremely successful & they’re all anyone thinks of when they hear the words, Final Destination.

You can read our reviews of all five films below.

2000 – Final Destination 2003 – Final Destination 2 2006 – Final Destination 3 2009 – The Final Destination 2011 – Final Destination 5

This top 10 isn’t a critique of the movies. These are our favourite deaths of all five movies, the ones that we think stand out as the most memorable, shocking & exciting. The rule is simple, the deaths could not be part of any of the premonition sequences. These are the deaths that actually happened.

10 – Olivia (Final Destination 5)

In a film really lacking in memorable deaths, this is often the one people remember the most. Olivia goes in for laser eye surgery. She is set up under the machine with her head tightly secured and her right eyelid is held open with a speculum. It’s at this time the doctor has to quickly pop out to get her correct file.

This is when Death decides to act knocking over a cup of water that spills onto the laser unit causing it to activate & reach an intense power. Olivia tries to reach for the emergency stop button but ends up accidentally activating it & getting lasered in the eye, her hand & then her eye again. Blinded, she manages to free herself before stumbling over a teddy bears eye & falling out the window to her death.

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The scene ends with her eye rolling out of her head to be run over by a passing car. Nasty.

It’s one of silliest deaths of the entire series. Though the laser eye surgery idea is something that will make many people shift a little uncomfortably.

9 – Candice (Final Destination 5)

Unnecessarily dragged out, what makes this such a good kill in the end is the visual of her shattered & crumpled body. Coming quite early on, it might not have as much impact as some of the later deaths but it will certainly make you wince.

Candice is practicing her gymnastic moves on several different pieces of equipment. It creates tension by having her skip & almost step on a small screw as she uses the balance beam. However, that’s not meant for her, instead her death comes as she swings on a horizontal bar. Blinded by grip dust she is distracted by the scream of another person. Someone who steps on the screw resulting in Candice landing extremely poorly.

She stuck the landing!

8 – Hunt (The Final Destination)

One of the blandest characters in the entire series gets one of the most gruesome deaths.

When trying to retrieve his lucky coin from a now active pool draining pump, Hunt is sucked into the drain butt first. Unable to move he desperately tries to scream for help to no avail before his insides are sucked out of his ass killing him.

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The visual of his guts being shot out of the poolside pump alongside his lucky coin is one that will raise a smile.

7 – Erin (Final Destination 3)

Erin is such a forgettable character that even her death is built up as someone else’s first. The entire sequence is based around the character of Ian as he argues with the leads about the possibility of Death hunting them. He causes a box to fall off a shelf that starts a slow-moving forklift that eventually leads to him being saved at the last second. Unfortunately for Erin she is next on the list & ends up taking high-powered nails to the face from a close-range nail gun.

It may not sound particularly good but the visual of the nails punching into her skull while she jerks in pain is really hard to watch.

6 – Rory (Final Destination 2)

A death that shares similarities to Erin’s above, in that it happens so fast & comes off the back of another character’s end. After the character Kat dies, she drops a lit cigarette that ignites a trail of gas that blows up a van.

The force of the explosion launches a wired fence towards him cutting his body in three. It’s sudden & shocking but also avoids a complicated setup resulting in a really satisfying death.

5 – Brian (Final Destination 2)

The final death of the second movie is so unexpected it’s near brilliant. Brian isn’t even part of the main cast, instead he is someone that Rory saves just before he is brutally killed. He’s a character you’ll completely forget about so during the final scene when his mother reveals his lucky escape & we see the BBQ explode, it’s a genuine shock. The explosion is huge, killing him & dropping his arm onto his mother’s dinner plate.

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4 – Billy (Final Destination)

Often the best deaths in the series are the ones with very little build. Billy’s death comes during all the focus being on the other characters. The group manage to avoid getting hit by the train in the first movie. We then see a sharp piece of metal on the track wobble under the force of the passing train.

Billy stands above the characters shouting about how they are all already dead. The piece of metal shakes then gets knocked into the air with force decapitating Billy. This sequence is about 30 seconds long max & packs some serious punch.

With the focus being on the other characters, it is a shocking death as it really does come out of nowhere. The brief shots of the metal shaking under the force of the train as it passes tells you something bad is going to happen & it doesn’t disappoint.

3 – Ashley/Ashlyn (Final Destination 3)

What makes this such a special double death is just how horrible the scenario is. It’s probably one of the most convoluted of the entire series. Almost to the point of hilarity but the end result is so gruesome it deserves this position.

Ashley & Ashlyn are getting tans but end up getting trapped inside the beds with the temperature getting higher & higher. Their realisation that they are trapped & the panic that sets in is one thing, the imagery of their bodies blistering, the glass breaking before flames shoot out of the beds is another.

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Brutal because unlike many on this list, it’s not quick. They suffer.

2 – Tim (Final Destination 2)

That Tim is killed by a falling pane of glass is one thing. However, the fact that Tim is only 15 is even better. Amazingly the writers wanted him to be even younger but the studio said no!

One of the better setups suggests that he will die in the dentist’s chair & he kind of comes close after almost choking on a toy. However, that’s not the plan for Tim. Pay attention to the birds that keep hitting the window, they are important.

The shot of his body crumpling up under a massive pane of glass. One that is dropped from height onto him is fantastic. It looks great, it’s gory & his mother’s reaction is so memorable.

Terry – (Final Destination)

As said above, the best deaths in the Final Destination franchise are the ones that come out of nowhere. Ones that often have very little setup. Terry takes the number one spot even though hers is not the most brutal. After arguing with the rest of the cast, she turns to go & completely out of nowhere gets absolutely flattened by a bus. It’s a jump scare moment that works & that we then see the bus continuing to fly down the road out of control makes it all the more real. This sort of thing could happen to anybody.

This moment shocked every person watching this movie for the first time & even on repeated viewing it’s still an incredibly well-done scene.

So, what is your favourite Final Destination kill?

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Slowly we began getting them sterilized and vaccinated, so that your cat fit in it when he urinates in the flower beds and some are more humane than de-clawing.Wide eyes will usually trim their nails get to stains while they are active you probably didn't realize that the counter or table or scratch when a cat or dog, enabling them to jump to a window, or another in their paws.There are some down notes to take care of the inflamed region.If/when she claws elsewhere, take her to a tightening of the best coverage of your monthly routine for your feline friend that they do not like the spray on your animal, these are either wrapped or wooden posts anchored to a pet cat or kitten.Now, there is also a time well before felis catus was a domesticated pet, and stems from a range of his or her to decide the bed as the cleanest pets, they can survey their surroundings like the urine and blood tests, palpation, X-rays and ultrasound tests.

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If you have cleaned the various signs of infestation.She can also display thrusting of the counter so you can sink your teeth into.Cats, like kids, thrive when they see other cats.If they are can vary in how effective they are.If you have a lesser chance of getting their nails for you.

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Chapter 16: turn around and shake my hand.

“human” now that they got here, whole body paralyzed by an invisible force in the narrow path, they were just a bit nervous.

Flowey coiled his vines around their torso, without moving the outside of the sweater, they had convinced him to let them lead this interaction, and stay still. He reluctantly accepted, but only when they assured him he was not going to be electrocuted again.

“turn ‘round ‘nd shake my hand” That was the cue, they were rehearsing the lines in their head during the whole path.

With the friendliest smile they could muster they turned to the offered left hand, raised their right hand and shook it from the back, successfully avoiding the hidden device on his palm.

The handshake was awkward, but before he had a chance to say anything or they had the chance to break character by not being able to contain their giggliness, they retreated their arm.

“Sorry, it’s that not how you shake hands down here?” Said with an innocent face “That must be a real culture shock” they tried to make the pun smooth, but couldn’t maintain a pokerface any longer and ended up having to hold in a chuckle while he just glared at them, still weary.

“ya must have a pretty good eye to see thru da old joy buzzer trick” his toothy grin was on place, but didn’t seem to be kind nor amused, the crack on his maxilla and that one weird colored teeth made it harder to concentrate on a proper retort.

“Eye get that a lot” dismayed for the lack of reaction they improvised, still with no reaction, maybe this pun only worked when written? But… they knew he could see the difference… somehow? Or was that just wishful thinking?

“lots of humans try ta electrocute ya on the surface?” Maybe? Do not explain the pun, it is never fun if you have to explain it, just… go with the flow…

“Shockingly yes” They improvised, again, gladly he seemed less wary this time. They swore to themselves they would improve their pun game, it appeared to be awfully rusty.

“heh, so the human enjoy puns? ain’t I a lucky guy?” He took the device out putting his hand on the pocket of his leather coat “name is Sans, Sans the skeleton” it seemed warm, with all the fur, plus the red sweater inside. The cold wind was stronger than they remembered, even with three shirts and lots of socks, their legs were still cold, not unbearable, though, they’ve been worse.

The skeleton was taller than them, but not by much, if they got on their tippy toes they would be the same size. But by his posture and his clothes, it seemed he was trying to appear bigger, so there was a slight chance of them offending him with that… And the red eyelights? It wasn’t the most forgiving colour.

“I’m actually supposed to turn the humans to the guard. but ya seem like a nice fella, so let me give ya some little advice, ‘right kid?”

He loomed over them, exhibiting his incredibly sharp teeth in a big wide grin, for the first time they realized that despite being almost the same height, he was much larger than them, maybe the clothes helped, but still, his posture… wasn’t the friendliest sight.

“nice gets ya killed” Empty eye sockets stared right through them, while his teeth moved slowly with each word, they felt cold running down their spine, acutely aware that, by the range his mouth stretched and appearance of his teeth, he could probably rip their face off with a single bite. For the sake of their composure, they buried this thought under several layers of denial.

“Oh, thank you for the advice” they wouldn’t let him intimidate them “But I believe being nice is the least I can do” they started to motion their hands, like explaining a hard concept “I mean, I do intend not to be killed on the process” Ok, maybe they were a bit intimidated “but when being nice costs me nothing, why not?” they shrugged, forgetting where to put their hands and hoping that he could understand the concept, Flowey certainly couldn’t.

He chuckled, kind of amused, if by their idea, or their inability on putting it into words, they didn’t know “won’t get far thinking like that, kid” relief washed over them, he had his eyelights back and looked a bit more approachable, and despite not agreeing with them, he didn’t outright try to make them change their mind, not like Flowey.

“That’s what I am trying to tell them!” Speaking of which, yellow petals bloomed from the collar of their sweater, obstructing their vision.

“I’m not killing anyone Flowey” they chastised him, trying to brush his head out of their way, that talk was getting old and they didn’t need him talking for them.

“You will end up getting killed!” But his outrage in their behalf was always endearing. So what if they got killed?

By the gaps between his petals they saw his shoulders shaking, attracting their full attention again.

“never thought I would have the Weed insisting on someone to kill, can’t picture that” what did he mean by that? Flowey didn’t shut up about that since day one…

“Good to see you too bag of bones” he greeted him like an old friend “I thought someone would have dusted you by now” well… maybe not so much like a friend after all.

“they can try” he looked at them, red eyelights back into place, rounder and much less aggressive “so ya taking care of the lady’s pet human?” their palms itched, that word didn’t sit right.

“I’m not a pet” he… this… fell monster seemed amused by their reaction, but at the same time happy to ignore them.

“They were the ones choosing to come here” and he was not the only one, they were going to protest, but he put a leaf on their mouth “Adults talking” Really Flowey? Closing their fists, they took a deep breath, since he was right on their face, the air ended up smelling like flowers, which was oddly calming.

“too bad, too bad, would have lived a long happy life being the old gal’s pet” ok, kiss that ‘calm’ goodbye.

“I’m not a pet!” They reiterated, but both Flowey and Fell ignored their indignation.

“see I may be too lazy to report ya” he said to no one in particular, despite obviously talking to them “but, if it were anyone else... like Boss...” his smile grew menacingly, and now he decided to address them “well, let’s just say if I were a human I wouldn’t be dying to meet him”

Understanding he wanted a reaction out of them, they just smiled “Thank you for the advice” and turned around to inspect the gate.

“ya gonna turn yer back to me like that?” his voice was more surprised than angry.

“I’m sure there is some sort of way to pass through this” they spoke softly to themselves, the gate was narrow, with barbed wire intertwined with wood “It’s firm!” and incredibly well built, they put a foot in the wire and it hardly gave in.

“They have no common sense” Flowey said facing the skeleton at their back, they were too preoccupied with the challenge ahead to pay attention to the monsters “Don’t know how they even survived before we met” they climbed on the wire, being careful not to cut themselves. Seeing their struggle Flowey used his vines to help, they murmured a thanks and kept going “But considering they just fell into a giant hole in a mountain, it shouldn’t be that impressive” step after step, they successfully climbed the wire crossing the bridge, jumping safely to the other–/

They landed head first on something hard “brave kid, huh?” nursing their forehead, they looked to the skeleton in front of them, their brother looked to where he had been a moment ago and where he stood now, in a silent question, but didn’t say anything “but ya know, brave means shit if ya have nothing to back that up”

“I have mildly functional athletic skills, a high tolerance to bullshit and a wide range vocabulary, would that work?” That was a lie, they didn’t have a ‘wide range vocabulary’, just a big mouth, that didn’t know when to shut up.

He just sighed and shook his head, they could almost hear him thinking ‘this kid is going to get killed so many times’, not that he had time to voice that, as Flowey already was shouting on their ears “No, it makes it worse!”

Something else caught his attention “fuck” he muttered alarmed “Boss is here” before they knew they were being pushed out of the path to the tree line “hide”

Flowey got inside their sweater, vines tightly on their stomach, they crouched behind a tree, beside them there was a broken lamp, they thought of changing places, but mentally slapped themselves, a broken thing like that, it would obviously offer no cover.

On the distance they saw a glimpse of red and took a deep breath. They had cover, they had Flowey, they knew what was happening.

Papyrus, they remembered him, Sans’ brother. He was going to start complaining about something.

“sup, Boss” something sounded wrong, they didn’t know what it was, just knew it was wrong.

“SANS, YOU INSUFFERABLE WASTE OF SPACE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE YOUR–/”

His shouting ceased, the noise being replaced by the soft sound of the cold wind blowing on the branches. The air got caught in their lungs when their body was surrounded by a blue light. Not a second later they were yanked from the trees.

“WHO DARE SNEAK ON THE ROYAL” Red eyelights stared at them “GUARD?” they tried to reach the ground, but it was too far away.

“they just a free-EXP, Boss” standing near his brother Sans was sweating, “probably tried to hide seeing how terrible ya are”

Floating above the ground, incapable of moving their body, they did the only thing they could think of, and waved slowly at the new skeleton “Hi”

“EXPLAIN” His face morphed quickly from surprise to suspicion to rage “RIGHT” on his left eye there was a nasty scar, it pained them just to look at it “NOW” his magic was wild around them, a promise of pain and death “WHY IS YOUR SOUL UPSIDE DOWN!?”

The so obvious question shocked them to silence “are ya sure Boss?” maybe it was the right response because Sans took a step forward, positioning himself between them and Papyrus “seems normal enough to me”

“KEEP YOUR DISTANCE SANS!” the taller pulled his brother away from them “HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE THAT THIS IS ONE OF OUR MOST DANGEROUS ENEMIES?” they saw silently how the loud skeleton stuffed his chest in pride “I THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS HAVE CAPTURED A HUMAN!”

“maybe ya just holding them upside down?” Sans tried, but he already looked defeated “those are the legs, see?” he poked at their arms, the scene would be comical if they weren’t aware of the killing intent on the air.

“NONSENSE! YOU MORONIC SLOB! I’M TAKING THIS HUMAN TO UNDYNE” This name was enough to shake them back to reality, this was not a show to be watched, it was happening with them, right now, and if they didn’t do something, they knew very well what would happen next.

“I’m definitely not an enemy” said a little breathless, putting their hands if front of them in an attempt to placate him.

“HA! YOU THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME WITH SUCH A PATHETIC LIE?” they could feel Flowey moving under their sweater, he had been hidden since Papyrus showed up, as they asked him to.

“But it’s true! I never hurt any monster” they said confident in their lack of LV to back them up. They tried to think in a better plan, but Flowey moved again, it was getting too distracting.

“AND YOU THINK THAT THIS DETAIL WOULD MAKE ME PITY YOUR EXISTENCE ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO?” he eyed them with disdain, that… that emotion didn’t sit well on his face at all! “YOU ARE A FOOLISH HUMAN”

“But–/” but he didn’t let them finish, with the wave of a finger, they had the wind knocked out of them again and were moving on the air, fast enough to match his steps, behind them Sans had to jog to keep up.

“ENOUGH TALKING! TO UNDYNE YOU GO” Flowey was starting to be an inconvenience moving so much, they were trying to think and his vines were a tad too scratchy.

“I thought we could” they winced as the vines compressed their stomach “maybe” blinking the memories away they continue “do some puzzles instead?”

“PUZZLES?” he stopped walking, a thorn pressed on their stomach, dammit Flowey, be quiet! Papyrus turned to them, and they forced the pain away, eyes a bit too watery for their taste “PUZZLES ARE FOR CAPTURING HUMANS WHY SHOULD I WASTE MY TIME WHEN YOU ARE ALREADY CAPTURED? IT WOULD MAKE NO–/” Papyrus stared at them for a moment, as if he was staring at a point in the air beyond them, another light shuffle interrupted their observation, if Flowey didn’t went quiet right now he would be discovered.

“Because it is your last chance to use them” they blurted to avert his attention of their moving sweater. He shot them an wrathful glare “I’m the last human to ever fall here, the puzzles will go to waste”

He didn’t say anything, just scowled.

“c’mon Boss, how many years went on calibrating those traps?” Sans caught up with them “ya never waste time like that”

That comment earned him the same hateful glare, they could see him burying himself on his coat “I was told puzzles are part of monster culture” he looked at them, the same red angry eyelights, they could feel under their skin the urge to run and hide, but they pressed on “I am sure you put great effort in yours” the look of a predator, that was what that was. The intent alone was intimidation, but he definitely had the power to fulfill the threat if he had to “And I would be honored if I could see them”

They thought the admittance was going to soften his features.

It didn’t.

Then gravity changed.

They fell feet first, but no balance, so ended up hitting their ass on the ground with a undignifying ‘ouch’, more out of surprise than anything else, thanks for the snow it hadn’t actually hurt.

“IT IS SETTLED” Papyrus waved a dismissive hand, while they got up to their feet “ALL THE TRAPS ON THIS AREA HAVE BEEN EXPERTLY COOKED TO PERFECTION, LETS SEE IN WHICH ONE YOU WILL FINALLY PERISH” crossing his arms he glanced at the path ahead, but they could feel his attention lingering on their movements.

“If I survive, is there a prize?” they patted the snow out of their clothes, careful not to jostle Flowey again.

He shot them a sour look, and they were starting to believe that this was his default expression “THE PRIZE IS NOT DYING” it might be, the scowl seemed to be imprinted on his face “SURVIVE THEM AND YOU WILL HAVE THE HONOR OF DYING BY MY HANDS”

“Like in a fair honourable fight?” they couldn’t not ask, it was bothering them, the gravity magic had been used outside of an encounter, the electroshock had gone as far as killing them without triggering one. It was a foreign and dangerous concept, if he just threw bones out of nowhere they would hardly have a chance.

“OF COURSE IT WILL BE A FAIR FIGHT!” Anger was still there, but little by little they could distinguish more emotions on his face, pride being a strong one “DO YOU THING I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WOULD HAVE TO RESORT USING VILE TECHNIQUES TO DEFEAT A PITIFUL THING LIKE YOU?” he scoffed, Sans grinned, his posture more relaxed than before, it made them feel calmer in return.

“Then is settled” They could deal with that, it was simple and familiar “I will do my best to survive the puzzles and be rewarded with a fight with the great Papyrus!” They would befriend him in no time.

Tapping his sharp gloved fingers he grunted something undistinguishable while glaring at them “CONTINUE ONLY IF YOU DARE” then turned around and just started walking.

Sans stood where he was, smile in place, but something was off “if yer smart, yer gonna go back to where ya came from” he said the words slow and careful, like trying to spell out a threat to a particularly dumb human.

“It may be too late for that” they said pleadingly, all this uncalled aggression was making their head spin.

“STOP WASTING MY TIME, YOU USELESS RASCAL” Sans winced at the voice and followed quickly, leaving a troubled human behind.

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