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in another universe shigaraki is reading fanfiction of reader

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beautiful angel baby boy lemme bite 𖹭

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Still With Me?

Mirio Togata x Gender Neutral Reader | Hey, I finally made a Mirio fic that isn't hurt no comfort, yippee!!!!!

Warnings: reader is worried, mentions of injuries, vague depiction of sex at the end, and No Y/N

WC: 384

You sat on the couch, hero suit still on and coated with dirt, torn cloth webbing at fares of torched openings. Hands impatiently soothing over in repeated motions, fingers over palms, squeezing wrists to rubbing passed knuckles and up again.

Focusing everywhere except your phone, the mute buzzing now silent. A chilling spike of worry runs through your veins, too constricting, too isolating to stand. You step away from the couch as thundering steps ushered away beyond the door. Walking towards the hallway, unaware, and occupied. 

The mechanical click and oak door opening pulled you back to reality. Head turning back, heart lumping in his throat. The sight before him both settling and bubbling his anxiety, a bandaged Mirio making a beeline towards him.

Quick to wrap his arms around you in a desperate embrace, a shuddered faded breath wafting over your shoulder. His muscled frame trembling as your own arms followed, wrapping around him just as firmly. His warmth, his scent, his hold, and presence, you missed it. Wordlessly the two of you stay in the embrace, processing you were both in each other's arms, both still here, still alive.

Pulling away, Mirio’s deep blue gaze met your own. Holding your face with his gentle touch. Overwhelmed with relief, his breath shaky as he kisses you deeply. Melting to one another, pressed impossibly close as their lips brushed passionately.

Heavily breathing mixed with pressed warm bodies, "You were-...I uh." You breathlessly spoke, words trembling out beyond thought. Coated in helplessness, his thumb soothes over your cheekbones. Pulling a breath from your lungs, leaning your forehead to his. "I'm okay, just a few scratches." He reassured.

Moving to rest his head on your shoulder, gently holding your wrist and pulls it to him. Tracing over the valleys of mirrored scars over your skin, lightly drawing and traces patterns over them. Eventually trailing up your palm and fingers, closing his hand gently.

The rest of the evening was filled with reminders, set promises of staying, of being one. Embraces tied by kissed hunger and shaky hands. Still love bites printed beside bruises and sore throat-ed breath, a pass of time like moon phases and sunset. All at once and slow when it counts.

Now lying within one another, lovingly safe. Right were you should be.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Safety Net

Smokey Horizon

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Safety Net

Viktor x Male Reader | ...so anyway, I went in with a soft forehead kis-

Warnings: mild detachment theme's(not mentioned but its there in subtext), bathing together(non-sexual), stripping(also non-sexual), cuddling, forehead kisses(the main reason I started writing this), eepy Viktor, and domestic couple stuff

WC: 541

"You plan on sleeping outside again?" Y/N called from the balcony doorway, draped in their shared comforter. Sleep still lingering over his frame and face. "Been out here awhile, you okay?" He adds, expression softening to sleepily worry towards Viktor.

"Eh," voice pushing through his loss of time and pause. "No, no just-...needed more time to myself before bed." A soft grumble radiates from Y/N's chest, stepping beside the man, looking out over the oversight of Piltover. Quiet echoes of the sleeping city, a void of the familiar chaotic quiet of Zaun. Y/N's mind connected the dotes, never needing words to understand Viktor. Like smoke erupting from a blazing flame, Y/N persuades Viktor towards their bathroom. "Could I interest you in a shower and nightly cuddles? I’d still be holding you the whole time.." hands drifting over the miles and layers of clothes.

Another low exhale radiated from Viktor, his forehead now pressed to Y/N’s shoulder. His own fingers following suit over the other’s clothes. "Mhm…" He replied silently, making Y/N grin. Brushing the man’s temple with lingering lips, fingers trailing over the buttons of Viktor's clothes, untangling and unhooking buttons, zippers, and silk fabric from his lover.

Passing kisses and ruffled clothing brought a thick warm air of steam. The scent of woodsy aroma wafted from their shared body wash. Viktor's pulled back against the chest of his partner, chin resting between the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Chuckling, Y/N's hands fall over the man’s forearms, following the paths of rooted veins and pinned moles along his torso. Enjoying the other man’s unusual affectionate mood, bubbling below the surface of giddiness glowing through smiles and kisses..

Eyes closed and body thrumming pleasantly, finally achieving peacefulness it so desperately yearned for. A reoccurring desire to be pressed to Viktor, to be loved and wanted whole. Even beneath the hot water, bodies pressed and hands both soothing and cleansing over skin.

Now clean, hair slightly damp and silky. Laying within warm covers and arms, embracing the intimacy. His lips migrating, peppering over his lover's face. Unable to resist the urge to kiss his forehead. The crazy of the outside world and work now dissipated to nothing. Gentle waves of safety and familiarly only ever surrounding Y/N, a homely distant memory he fondly reminisces over time.

"Thank you, for giving me what I always wanted, for…making me feel wanted." Viktor muttered out in a heavy breath, body relaxing against Y/N.

A calm crashing into them like waves rumbling in large bodies of water, only to wash over like a pull of weightless fabric over flesh. He leans into his lover, arms surrounds his shoulders as delicate kisses were pressed yo his temple. Slowly leading each other to bed. Y/N look Viktor over once more, pulling his left hand up to his lips.

Gently and carefully, kissing over each finger and knuckle, pressing one more to his palm before switching to his right hand. The same to each finger, knuckle and a final kiss to his palm, nuzzling against them. Look up towards Viktor, visible affection shining through in his eyes. Y/N hold his face in his hands, smiling softly towards him.

“I always want you to feel wanted.” Y/N whispered back.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Bloody Infatuation

Shigaraki Tomura x Gender Neutral Reader | <3

Warnings: Blood, cleaning off blood, not wounds mentioned, fluff, kisses involving blood, kinda cute tbh, borderline tooth rotting fluff honestly

WC: 462

A bowl of warm water and a few hand towels rest an arm's length away, your fingers squeeze the damp fabric, water dripping and running down with audible splashes. Glancing towards Tomura, your heart ached from the vibrant trails of blood and patched purple bruises. His body slight hunched over, ridged and tense as stone. Curled in on himself, hands rhythmically caressing his forearms, up and down and up and down.

"Come here, let me clean that handsome face of yours." You muttered, sending him a smile. Body turning, a breath pulling itself out of your lungs. He stays still, barely breathing at your words. Patient, you wait for his go-ahead. That's what he always needed, time in silence and a choice to make on his own according, and who were you to deny that small peace he longed for.

The slighted nod and drooping shoulders had been a blooming trust of an open-handed-gester. Gently whipping away the reminiscence of battle and regretful misses from your partner.  You watch as he softens, that usual hollow expression warmer with a tinge of thanks with his red gaze.   "You’re too sweet…" He whispers, honey dripping and love-sick, a bubbled giggle erupts from your lungs. Squeezing the towel once more, your eyes staying on him. Catching that quick flicker to your lips before he leans in, placing a kiss on your still dirtied cheek. Much more covered in dirt, then blood rather, "So soft…so lovely to look at." He adds against your skin, a series of rumble giggling following as he pulls back. You now see his somewhat clean face dirtied again.

"Hey, my face is still bloodied you-" Cutting yourself off to catch the small huff, head shaking. "You can’t kiss me yet, you were almost clean." Tomura giggles along with your gaze holding a sense of dismissal. Ignoring your pleas, he leans in to place his mouth over yours. Lips pressing to yours with devotion and promise, a sweet and firm reminder of his possessive affection for you.

"You can’t tell me what to do. Besides, I like you better this way." He teased, watching your expression change. His fingers finding themselves beneath your chin, trailing up and down your neck. Seemingly following the lines of dirt. "You're always perfect to me, bloodied or otherwise."

Hopeless with a lip bitten pout, you lean towards his touch. "I…I’d much prefer it be your blood on my lips, if I’m being honest..." You replied quietly, swallowing thickly as you grinned knowingly to him. Heart launching as you threw the towel over Tomura with a hardy laugh, an attempt to cover the blooming warmth over your cheeks and chest. "Careful Y/N, you're starting to sound jealous." He teases, pulling the damp fabric off himself. Reveling a masterful proud grin.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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Everything is completely edited...and June is almost over. I don't know how the fuck that happened, but I do have some fics in the work currently.

I do hope you all are doing well this pride month. This year alone has been alot, I hope a small piece of silly little writtings make it bearable. <3

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NOT EVEN THE GODS ABOVE CAN SEPARATE THE TWO OF US

pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 731

notes: set in the re4 castle, leon cries (kinda), reader cries, not proofread so pls forgive any mistakes !!

summary: leon can't bare the thought of losing you for a second. so what happens when you disappear for four hours in a haunted, monster-filled castle?

four hours. it’s been four hours since leon found himself in this hellhole. four hours of mindlessly wandering through seemingly endless corridors of concrete and stone. four hours of agonizingly tracing and retracing a maze filled with monsters. it almost reminds him of the haunted houses you’d drag him to, all too eager to bring him along to experience some fake scares for once. 

it’s been four hours since he lost you. 

an unrelenting chill blows past him again, causing goosebumps to arise along his exposed forearms. monsters don’t care about the cold, he supposes, though it would be nice to have his jacket. with his adrenaline slowly wearing off with each step he finds himself more and more susceptible to the unrelentingly cold castle. 

studying the monotone bricks ahead, leon’s mind wanders. he’s distracted. you shouldn’t have even been on the island, much less this close to whatever monstrosities linger far too close for comfort. what if you’re hurt? what if those monsters have somehow gotten to you. what if… the worst has already happened?

leon sighs. his eyes flutter closed for a second as he sends a silent prayer to a god he isn’t sure he ever really believed in. please be okay. if anything happens… take me instead. please be okay.

his heart leaps when he notices a soft scuffle. it’s nearby. something - or maybe someone - is in the darkness. leon’s hand instinctively draws to his knife. his fingers dig into the handle as he grips the blade tightly against his side. ready. 

he moves like an animal. a predator - ready to strike at any moment. the stone bricks behind him are ice cold as he presses his back against the wall, silently waiting for his prey. 

there’s another step. then another. and then -

“y/n?” he can almost feel his heart cease its beating in his chest. he blinks once. twice. like you’ll disappear in the milliseconds it takes for him to open his eyes again. his knife clatters to the ground in his shock. leon’s fingernails dig into the thick fabric of his gloves. he has to resist the urge to pinch himself in fear of waking up from whatever fucked up dream this is. 

“leon.” your voice wavers. a second passes. then another. and another. 

and then you’re running at him, all but tackling the man as you jump into his arms. leon stumbles backwards slightly. his combat boots scrape against the concrete floor as he scrambles to maintain his balance. he’s unfortunately not fast enough; the momentum sends both of you tumbling to the ground. 

leon’s back aches from where you both slammed into the cold floor below. he’s sure your knees do, too. you’re both covered in dirt. a layer of sweat and grime stains the fabric of your shirt. your hands are bloody and bruised and your arms will be littered with a variety of new scars by next month - you’re sure of it - but it doesn’t matter. because you’re real. 

you’re really here. you’re really wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you’re really burying your face into the crook of his neck. you’re really here.

“y/n.” this time his voice is louder. his body moves before his mind does. wrapping his arms around your waist, he sighs, taking in the feeling of you finally back in his arms once again. leon slips his hands underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing his fingertips along the ebbs and flows of your back. 

leon squeezes his eyes shut; his grip around your waist tightens. his heart cracks a little more with each new tear he can feel drip against his skin and stain into the fabric of his shirt. gently rubbing his hand against your back, he hopes that with enough loving touches and whispered reassurances he’ll be able to mend your heart back together. 

leon is desperate. dull nails dig into the skin of your hips, as if the lack of separation between your bodies now will make up for lost time. “you’re here,” leon whispers. he isn’t sure if you can hear him. he can barely hear himself over the noise of his own beating heartbeat and your quiet sobs. “it’s okay. i’ve got you.” stray tears escape his own eyes before leon has the chance to stop them. “i won’t let anything happen to you ever again. i promise.”

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Hey! I hope you’re doing good in ur exams!!

Can I request a Tomura x Male reader?

Before the whole war…please, I’m grieving a lot for way too many reasons. ☹️

Tomura Shigaraki x male reader

Headcanons

Big sucker for gamer Shigaraki, why did people stop writing it. So im basing this off earlier season Shiggy, but you can imagine him how you want.

Reader has a quirk vaguely based off Yaga from JJK, cuz I love JJK, and I love Yaga.

Dating Shigaraki was an… experience to say the least. He could be quite bratty or childish at times, but you couldn’t really blame him, especially after hearing about his relationship with that sensei of his.

You weren’t a villain. But you just… didn’t respect the system and thought the hero system was corrupt beyond redemption. You didn’t think Shigaraki’s Sensei had the right idea either. But you had been ignored more than once by the so-called heroes meant to save you.

You had what most would call a “villain” quirk, having the ability to make something akin to dolls or golems, some even being so complex they could think and feel on their own. You had even created more than one that didn’t know it was a doll.

Being raised by golems was an experience, as your parents had been so offput by your quirk and interest in how everything and everyone worked. They’d fed you and clothed you, but that was it. and when your younger siblings developed more “appropriate” quirks, the gap became massive.

It had led to you leaving home as a teen, having finished and graduated online school earlier than most.

You had left a small unnoticeable golem in your home, just to see how long it took your family to realize you were gone. The answer was three months, and it was only because your rich grandpa who had a string quirk, who had always supported your love for puppets, came back from abroad to visit.

The gratification of hearing and seeing your loving but serious grandpa rip your family apart verbally, and then take away all the monetary support he had been given them, was almost enough to cover up the pain of your empty stomach and warm you where you were huddled in an alley.

Meeting Shigaraki had been an accident in the beginning. Your golems had only gotten more and more complex, meaning you suddenly had an income that was more than enough to get your own place, with one of the golems as the “owner” of course.

After that you started selling information and different kinds of “defense” work. That meaning, you helped people hide from the hero commission, and get information other people couldn’t. what was better for that situation other than an army of people that just didn’t exist.

You were picked up by Giran, who had taken notice of your large net of people, whom he didn’t know were your puppets and golems. He, or rather All for one, paid much more than you really needed. But all these years had taught you more than most knew about the inner workings of hero society, so you didn’t turn it away.

You did have a slight feeling that All for one wanted to eat you after he learned about your quirk. But the whole having to build the skill and mental capacity seemed to stop him, for now, since he apparently didn’t have time to perfect it in time for what he had planned.

You were the first outsider in the league of villains, way before anybody else joined, which was how you and Shigaraki started spending time together.

In the beginning hed been his dry snappy bratty self, and he just reminded you of the dirty street cats that you used to feed when you still lived in alleyways. They’d hiss and spit, trying to puff up and look tough, but they always just looked so frail and vulnerable.

Neither of you could tell when your relationship became more than just coworkers. Maybe it was when Shigaraki had Kurogiri warp him to your penthouse since your tv “was bigger and better” than the one he had in his room.

Or when you started bringing him designer clothes that would fit him better than the rags he wore, or had your golems break into different shops to get him some ointment that would help with his scratching.

You even caught yourself once or twice trying to play his games, but you figured out your usual strategic and put together mind lost all its footing playing LOL. Never before had your age quit, and you were too shamed to try again after that.

Shigaraki would admit later that he had tried to get into your hobbies too, with a big blush on his face and a sour expression, like he didn’t want to admit that he had feelings. He couldn’t really get into the art that was doll and golem making, and just how detailed it got for you had his head spinning.

Neither of you ever outright asked the other to date, it just kinda progressed to that point. Shigaraki spent more time at your place than at the “villain hideout”, even after the rest of the league joined.

You started going on dates, which were you booking an entire arcade or restaurant, and having your golems serve you. Or letting Shigaraki lean against you playing his handheld as you planned stocks or different businesses you had your fingers in.

In front of others, you two just seemed like allies, maybe friends on a good day. And it only came out after Magne and Toga had been teasing Shigaraki about having no experience, where he snapped at them that he had a boyfriend, you.

The rest of the league were shocked to say the least, since you two didn’t act anything like a couple around them. But both you and Shigaraki just raise a brow going “why would we be all lovey at work”.

It didn’t surprise you that Shigaraki was touch starved and loved to cuddle. In the beginning he would almost act like it pained him to be touched and cradled. but so many years with no normal human contact always had that effect.

You weren’t used to it yourself, having gone so long with only the touch and comfort of your dolls and golems, but none of it was the same as when it was another person.

The two of you were pretty much dating in your shared opinion, before you ever really got physical. And by that, I mean, you started out by just sitting close or you wrapping your arms around Shigaraki.

Your lover was understandably scared of touching you with his hands, even when he wore gloves to stop his quirk from working. So, it was a major breakthrough when he did return the hugs, or would hold your hand.

But when the floodgates for affection opened, Shigaraki would always find himself clinging to you like a cat searching for warmth. It was pretty damn cute in your eyes, and whenever he would shuffle into the room, you just life an arm and let him melt into your side.

Most days you could keep working, answering the phone, checking your laptop, and what else. But there were also days where Shigaraki would grumble about dusting your stuff if you didn’t cuddle him right.

Part of you had a feeling it was Shigaraki wanting you to take a break, and the other part was sure it was just cuz he liked to be squeezed tight and snuggled. But who were you to complain.

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My Blade of Grief

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My Blade of Grief

Togata Mirio x Male Reader | So...its been a month or two, I have no excuse other than playing bg3. That is literally the reason of my absences, lolz. That aside I will be posting again, not as frequently at I'd like do to both work and brain scatter.

WARNINGS: character death is allured to at the end, depictions of violence towards the character, this is sad, knife violence, mentions of injuries(not specified or described), no gore, reader is holding character at knife point, confession, and one last goodbye before death, not beta read or edited

WC: 536

Pinning the injured Hero below him, breath heavy and blade shakily pressed to the man's throat. A look of spiteful hope continues gleaming through those blue eyes towards the other. "Even now…you still, feel for me?" Brows turning down in hurt as empathic guilt runs through his like cold water. The hero smiles, a genuine warm and reassuring expression adored in blood splatter. He grows more weaker on the floor, the weight of the villain laying over him, both an annoyance and blissful grounding.

Mirio distantly remembered wanting a moment like this years ago, although along side blood-loss, Y/N always looked angelic. The desperate frown of his brow, expression hidden with gruff to disguise his longing. His warmth wafting off his body like a stove, contrasting the cold blade. "Yes…especially now." He croaks out, chest tightening as his eyes flutter closed. His wounds critical and pouring to the ground below.

A breath was pulled from the villain, lungs emptied and throat tightened. "I-…I wish things were different. I-I wish we-agh!" The hero groaned, clenching the other man. Red glove shakily grasping the villain's waist, his arms soon giving in and wrapping around him. Pulling Y/N flush to his body, a soft whine escaped him as overwhelming warmth surged through his veins. The villain's own trembling frame giving in, curling around the muscular man. Mindful of his wounds, "Stop…just stop." He muttered out, face hiding against Mirio's neck. 

Y/N could practical feel his smile against his skin…that smile-that damn heroic expression permanently etch in his mind. A shiver ran through his nerves, lightening igniting his instincts to run with the hero in his arms. "I-I knew you were softer than you looked…and warmer." The hero whispered, his lips ghosted around each word and breath. "

A shudder exhale pulled from Y/N’s lungs, fingers tightening the hilt of his blade. His free hand shaking as it rises to the blondes face. Gaze shimmering with guilt and frustration as fingers soothing over Mirio’s cheekbones and jaw. Methodically tracing over bone and blood trails, leaning in to press their faces closer. Foreheads flushed as air tightened between the rivals, 

A moment of hesitation had the hero frozen, a blooming second of courage raging through, "I-I didn't think…I never considered your kindness to the league to be curl and evil. I-I wanted that kindness…I wanted you." He confesses softly, weakly tilting his head to kiss the villain. Velvet soft lips melted over fresh warm blood-covered ones, waves of selfishness colliding with desperation. Painful exhale soothed to a whine as the villain kisses back. 

Wave after wave of regret crashes through the villain, the kiss itself soothing the longing ache that was hope. A now lingering grief, void of what is now lost. A series of wishing and begging spilled from the man's lips. "I never wanted this, I never wanted this for you." Muttering in whispered cries, lips trembling against Mirio's. His own pulled in a bittersweet grin. "I know…" He whispered back, a hushed tone dripped in a distance sweet nothing.

That lasting heat of Y/N's body now the only thing tethering Mirio to stay, willing him the utter his last words to his villain.

"I'm glad it was you, Y/N."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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My dash is full of struggling writers rn.

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So...this happened

Don't call me out like this

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tomura has a new friend 🐈

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safe ❤️

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Knife Inhibitor

Shigaraki Tomura x Gender Neutral Reader | Was looking through my saved edits and found a fanart of Shigaraki in an Among Us AU and ran with it. Figured today would be fitting to post this, lolz.

WARNINGS: serial killer!shigaraki, Among Us AU, no gore mentioned, pain is described in detail(being stabbed)mentions of dead bodies found, one person dies behind the reader but the reader doesn't see it happen, implied dead reader, reader referred to as Purple

WC: 1,165

"Damn lights.." Purple murmured out, hands at work, reconnecting color coordinated wire. Stripping the covers before twisting them together, stepping towards the main power source and flipping the switch. The spaceship awakens with an electric rumble, room now humming to life as fluorescent lights emitted from the ceiling. Releasing a sigh, closing the main frame box, making your way out from electrical.

It had been like this for the pass five month's, lights flipping their switch, doors randomly locking closed, and the main terminal collapsing. The peaceful hum was soon drowned out by an emergency alert, red dots lined themselves on the floor. Leading out to the meeting room, following with rushing worry. 

Arriving to see the usual group of eight missing three members, Yellow and Green missing, as well as gray. Both Pink and Brown, distressed and shaken up began explaining with quicken breaths. "-Yellow…and then Green was-they were just laying on the floor when we found all three in medical." One forced out, gaze scattering over their remaining co-workers. The second in too much shock to speak, their expression blank in a void stare. 

'On the other side of the ship,' you thought. Chest constricting as you spoke, "Before you found them, did either of you run into anyone else near medical?" The pair shook their heads, timidly huddled towards one another's side. "…Gray was the last person we saw." Pink whispered out, eyes fixated to the floor below.

"Someone should've been watching the cameras, isn't that your job, Purple?" White brought up, an air of disappointment clouded over. "I was earlier before the lights went out and I ended up in electrical. I ran by Blue on my way there." You answered, catching Blue nodding in confirmation. 

White grumbled out a low scoff, blue adds in. "Now what? We're down three crew members with a killer on the loose on the ship." Pink and brown flinched, looking to be keeping to themselves at the moment. Your gaze flickers back to White and Blue, an uneasy feel raised within your throat. 

"We stay in pairs, if anything else happens we'll call another meeting." You insisted.

Returning to your tasks again, this time accompanied by a begrudging Blue. Now at the front of the ship, uploading documents. "You think it's Pink that did it?" Blue questioned, leaning against the doorway. "Do you?" Purple passed the questioned back, typing up an update of the ship logs. Passively huffing from the other, causing you to turn towards him. 

The computer dings as the documents sent, your focus still on Blue, now with a critical eye. Watchful of the other's unusual carelessness Blue seemed almost concerned-almost. "No, at least I don't think so. How could he have killed the other three in that state?" He answered. Shrugging, you motion towards the door. "Could be a cover up." You muttered, a hopeful part swells in beat with your blood.

"My thoughts exactly." Blue replied, following in step. Passing by white with a wave through the connecting hallway towards the common room. The red lights lit up not even a second later. Back, in the meeting room. Pink's spot now empty next to Brown.

Without enough evidence, the meeting came to a close. "It doesn't make sense, they were completely alone." Purple mutter out, White walking beside him. Both Blue and White agree to switch places between brown and purple.

"How are you so sure it wasn't brown?" The other asked, the question causing purple to stop in place. Eyes flickering up towards him, uncertainty clouding judgment and thought. "Why would I? Didn't you see their reaction with the other's?"

"They're not the type to do something like that." Purple argued, walking forward. Now, in front of white, face to face. "And you? Where were you when Green and Gray were murdered? Where were you before Pink was discovered?" A bet of silence remained for a moment, purple still holding white in place with a glare. "That's what I thought," Walking passed the other, shoulder colliding as he stomps towards cam's.

Flipping through each screened room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Brown and blue in the common room and white trashing colored leafs down the hall. Huffing out, purple tabbed up everyone's vitals. Only to find that Brown's vitals were flat lined. "Fucking really?!" Quickly pulling up cam's again, catching blue crawling through a vent. Running up around the corner before the main power tripped.

"W-what the fuck!" Purple growled out, running towards the door, locked. "I'll get the power back on, stay here." Whites voice call out, pounding footsteps ricochet from the hall, disappearing. "Wait white-damn it!"

Time passed agonizingly slow, the lights and the TV flickering back on. Purple runs towards the screen, scanning over each room. Both Blue and White were now running back. Pushing open the door again-still locked. "Purple, open the door!" Blue called, voice muffled and hollow on the other side. 

"I don't get it, doors should be fine. Can you both check from out there?" He replied, stepping back towards the screen, switching through cameras. Watching before the feed turned to static, a flash of White grabbing Blue flickered between black and white snowy frames. A mist of White's reflection scattered over the camera's glass with ease.

Heart sinking at the reveal of splattered blood painted over White's uniform, head spinning in disbelief, Purple steps back. Gaze frozen on the screen, a thump against the ice metal door, rattling out the shocking haze. Another flicker of the power goes out before the door behind him opened.

No time to process fully, rendering you in place as cold sizzling pain bloomed around opened skin and membrane tissue. River of red warmth seeps over the exposure, pouring over and pooling below. Now sliding to the floor against the cold floor, gaze widening as White walked closer. Barely catching the sight of Blue's stained palm on the ground beyond the doorway. Hands shakily covering the area with failing hope.

"Y-ou…it was you this whole time?" You whispered out, hand pressing to the pouring wound. Body quickly turning cold with each labored breath, shuffling back against the cold wall of the now empty ship. Head tilted up towards the other, calming waves of nausea and lightheaded weightlessness swarmed Purple, the looming cloud of morality darkening with each exhale.

White walks closer, a smile twisted with blood stained cheeks. Somewhere, in the depths of Purple's hollowing chest and heart aches with affection at the sight horrifying sight above. A distant feeling pushed way, bubbling up as the essence of life escapes from the opened raw vessel.

"Blue had a hand, until the end that is." He the kneels next the other. Heat escaping White like a campfire, an impossible feeling Purple could no longer inhabit. Even with the man's magma fingers soothing over sickly chilled skin.

"You really should've kept an eye on those camera's, Purple. To think, I was just starting to like you too…"

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