#drabble: coma

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (oh god. pet play, feet, degradation, sub!dazai, i just . god fuck)

dazai never behaves. you should know better than to expect it at this point. and yet, you catch yourself desperately guiding him towards the right thing, before he’s veering himself off course.

he never behaves, not on his own.

only when obedience is forced upon him. with words. with chains. with a collar.

it’s a pretty little thing, black leather, a heart-shaped metal with dainty handwriting engraved on it: ‘osamu’. he wears it with pride, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks. it suits him, just tight enough to give the image of control. such a pretty little thing.

“are you going to be good tonight, my dear?”

from his knees, he offers you a giddy grin, half-focused eyes. a non-answer.

when you step forward, his heart lurches. “i said,” and he’s trembling with anticipation, “are you going to be good?”

hair dances before his eyes as he shakes his head.

“ah.” you sigh. “so that’s how it’ll be, then.” only when it’s forced.

when your heel lands between his legs, rubbing his bulge through soft boxers, his eyelashes flutter. he groans, low and sweet like honey. his head falls back, lips parted.

“you really ought to learn some fucking manners, pup.”

a harder press to his aching cock, and he’s panting. a shameless rut of his hips gives just enough friction along the arch of your foot, a sly smirk playing on his lips. such a pretty little thing.

a naughty one, too.

your gaze darkens as you loom over him. “what part of ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ don’t you understand?” harder. “you stupid fucking mutt.”

golden eyes widen, his tongue lolls out, head dropping behind his shoulders. he twitches and shakes under the pressure, a wet spot forming beneath your toes. he can’t even speak his usual quip, not when his mind is full of cotton and desire. not when the collar around his throat tightens.

“did you just cum?” disbelief and faux disgust lace the words.

through a hazy grin, he nods.

“ah. i see.” you lean over him, closing the space. “you’re always-” harder, harder, harder, “-such a fucking-” his cock twitches back to life beneath your heel, “-bad dog.”

a/n: genuinely do not look at me

[pommenomnom]

"she can only be awoken by a true loves kiss"

sylus: "its good that you called me then, im best qualified for this"

zayne: "that doesnt seem scientifically possible. ...ill do it"

rafayel: *eating a mint, applying chapstick* "if it doesnt work im killing us both"

xavier: "shes just like me fr"

caleb: "ok but what if we leave her like that. what happens to her then"

[seobnity]

⚉ characters: intak x reader

⚉ wc: 1,2k

⚉ genre: angst, slight romance(?), drama, hurt/no comfort, tragedy

⚉ theme: boyfriend!intak, partner!reader

⚉ warnings: grief, character injury, coma, death briefly mentioned, heavy topics, hospital setting

|pt.2| while your lips are still red <-

⚉ a/n: welcome or welcome back! For this story I used some of the lyrics from a Nightwish song called Sleeping Sun (yes, I even named the story after it <3). If you can find the lyrics, you are amazing! Also thank you so much for reading, leaving a heart or even reblogging - it means a lot to me! If you see any mistakes, please feel free to kindly correct me ♡

You slowly opened the door and quietly stepped into a small hospital room. You carefully closed the door behind you and moved closer to the bed, still trying not to make any sound. "Hi, honey," you whispered and gently brushed some hair from his forehead, noticing that it was a little smoother than it was yesterday.

There wasn’t any reason for you to be this cautious about making a sound or talking too loudly because Intak had a room all to himself, so you weren’t bothering anyone by your visit. Yet, it felt like you had to be quiet. It was a hospital, after all, and it was nighttime too—many patients were already asleep, and hospital walls aren't exactly soundproof.

"I see they washed your hair today," you smiled softly and looked around the room to spot a chair. One was right behind you, so you pulled it closer to the bed and sat down on it. Your first thought was to sit on the edge of the bed, to be closer to him, but you didn’t want to disturb him, and that’s why a chair was a better option. "I need to thank them on my way out. I really couldn’t do it myself this time. I had a lot of things to take care of." A small sigh escaped your lips.

You had no idea why you were explaining yourself to him when he wasn’t even aware of your presence. Intak had been in a coma for several weeks and still hadn’t shown any signs of improvement. The doctor told you it could—and would—take a lot of time to see any changes, positive or negative, but it was still hard to see him like this. His body was just lifelessly lying on the hospital bed, with different machines attached to his body to keep him alive, and all the bandages around his body and head—it really wasn’t the easiest sight.

And all of this was happening because of some drunk idiot.

Intak is (or was, depending on how you look at it) a rally driver. He started when he was sixteen years old and immediately caught the public’s eye. Sure, he wasn’t the first to start this early—some start even at a much younger age—but there was just something about him that people liked. And not just the public; people in the industry also saw how talented he was. Thanks to that, he got opportunities and, when he finally got to compete as a driver, he soon became a very well-known and popular rally driver who was always on the winners’ podium. It didn’t matter what place—gold, silver, or bronze—he was still among those who won the race.

You met him after one of his races in a restaurant, where he was celebrating his second-place win alone. He wasn’t of legal age at that time, so he couldn’t go to a bar with others for a proper celebration, but he didn’t seem to mind when he had you as his waitress. At that time, you didn’t know who he was—you were never really interested in rallying or cars in general—but of course, you had to ask about the trophy he had on full display on the table. Intak gladly told you, and after some small talk, you two exchanged contacts to stay in touch.

Long story short, you two got close, and even while knowing the difficulties you would face, he became your boyfriend. It was hard at first, with him traveling constantly and your parents insisting you not throw your life away for a boy—which was understandable. Luckily, you and Intak made it work without too many obstacles, and when you were out of school and finally of legal age, you decided to take a year off from everything and travel with Intak for his competitions. To be there for him and support him.

Everything was great, perfect even, until it wasn’t. At one of his races, a drunk man decided it would be fun to run onto the track while a car was coming at him. What he didn’t take into account was that he tripped over his legs and fell in the middle of the track. People in the crowd tried to stop him but to no avail; the damage was done, and there was nothing to do. The man tried to get up again, but he was too drunk to do so.

Intak noticed the man in time and moved the car to the side, but because of how fast he was driving, he crashed into a tree at full speed. The loud noise it made silenced everyone in the crowd. All that could be heard were sudden gasps from the witnesses who were slowly realizing what had happened.

The drunk man survived, and so did Intak’s navigator, who had a broken leg and some scratches, but Intak... Intak suffered several head injuries that caused him to fall into a coma. Of course, there were broken bones, scratches, and bruising too, but most of those injuries were already almost healed. You also couldn’t understand how such a reckless person could walk from that scene on his own two feet while Intak, who didn’t do anything wrong in his life, had to suffer all the consequences.

"I will probably sound crazy right now, but..." you paused for a second, taking his hand gently into yours. "I wish for this nighttime to last for a lifetime." You chuckled at how absurd you actually sounded to yourself when you said it out loud, but you truly felt like this.

You didn’t want to think negatively, to let the bad thoughts win, but you just wanted this night to never end because you were scared of what the future held. Yes, it would mean Intak would never wake up, but he also wouldn’t get worse, which was the thing that truly terrified you. It had been so long since the accident, and the doctor hadn’t said anything new either. So, in your head, having this peaceful night with Intak "just sleeping" on repeat did not sound so bad after all.

"I know," you looked at him. "You would’ve told me that losing faith makes a crime." You smiled and squeezed his hand lightly while trying to hold back tears. "Oh, how I wish to hear you say that again. You have no idea how much I miss those cringy words." You chuckled once again but had to bite your lip afterwards to suppress a sob.

You moved one of your hands to his face and carefully, not wanting to hurt him more, placed your palm against his cheek. You moved your thumb over his cheekbone while smiling sadly at him. He still looked so handsome, even in a hospital bed after a horrible car crash.

You had to swallow in order to continue. "When will you come back to me?" you took a deep breath. "Will you ever come back to me, Intak?” Tears streamed down your face. You clutched his hand a little tighter, holding onto a small hope for a miracle to happen while the sun was still sleeping quietly leaving you consumed by the night.

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @118dailydrabble, word 55: Mayday

"Really?" Evan asks, blinking sleepily at the screen in front of Tommy. "You're watching a movie about a plane crash while we're flying?"

"It's not crashing," Tommy corrects. "The pilot manages to save everyone by landing in the Hudson River. It's based on true events."

"Just like your life," Evan mutters and leans back, his eyes closing. "Unfortunately."

"What?" Tommy asks, frowning. "Why ..."

"Mayday," the pilot in the movie says. But somehow, his voice comes from everywhere. Booming like thunder. "Mayday!"

"What's going on?" Tommy asks, heart racing.

"Maybe you should wake up before you crash," a new voice tells him. Tommy looks up, right into his own grim face. "Before you lose your last chance at happiness."

(AO3 Link)

[sloasis]

I've had this really horribly sad AU stuck in my head ever since I heard a story but . Basically , Buck gets a TBI and he quite literally dreams up Eddie and Chris . He dreams up his perfect family . In a split second where he gets knocked out on a call , he lives an entirely different life . He lives years with Eddie and years watching Chris grow up , and it only happens in minutes in the real world where Chim is checking him over and Bobby is ordering everyone to clear up the scene and Hen is trying to wake him up . Buck's out for minutes but he lives a world he's been CRAVING . One day he notices something out of place , something miniscule and he just . Watches it for hours and for days and Eddie gets concerned and a little afraid and Chris is worried and Buck's just frozen in this world and he thinks . This isn't real . Then he just fucking wakes up . His head is pounding and he doesn't know where he is , wasn't his beautiful perfect husband Eddie just in front of him ? Wasn't his amazing joyful son Chris eating breakfast in the other room ? They rush him to the hospital as Buck slowly comes back to his real life . There's no Eddie in this world , he's never met him , he doesn't have a son here . He's just .. Buck . And he's never had anyone to come home to . Everyones worried about him , Maddie tries to talk to him but Buck just , shuts everyone out . He's grieving an entire family he's never had . He misses Eddie and Chris so fucking much . He still dreams of Chris sometimes .. they talk and Chris is still the same as he was before he woke up , but Eddie never comes back . He never gets to talk to the love of his life ever again . The love his fucking brain gave him within minutes of getting knocked out on a call gone wrong . There's nothing anybody can do , they're not real and they're gone and Buck's always going to be alone .

[messysketchyobeyme]

"I miss my sister, terribly, terribly so," Lucifer says softly. He stares at his hands, which are trapped in his gloves.

You don't respond.

Lucifer swallows thickly. There's a pressure behind his eyes that he ignores. "I take comfort in the fact that she will live a happy, satisfied life but..." He trails off, glancing at you, as though checking to see if you'll say anything.

You don't.

"...But she'll never know me, nor any of my brothers. She will never know of the times I would dote on her, the shenanigans she would get caught up in with Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, or the quiet moments she would share with Beel and Belphie." Lucifer lets out a slow, shuddering breath.

In comparison, your breaths are soft and shallow.

Lucifer realizes with a detached sort of worry that his hands are trembling. "In a way, Lilith is still dead." He lets out a quiet, empty chuckle. "Isn't it selfish? I've gotten everything I wanted: my sister is alive and well, my brothers are with me, and I got the chance to meet you." Lucifer's smile drops. "But I'm still wracked with guilt and disgust for myself. I have no idea how much longer I can keep this secret from them."

You're as still as a corpse.

Lucifer stops abruptly, pressing his lips together, as though he's afraid of what he might say if he continues talking. Lucifer holds your hand, and tries not to think about how limp it is. He pauses and stares at the way your skin tone looks pressed against his red glove.

Lucifer gently retracts his hand in a way that seems like he's afraid of waking you up.

In a way, he is.

Lucifer slips his finger through the hem and peels his glove off. The cold air hits his bare hand, and he involuntarily shivers. Lucifer lays his glove next to your head on the pillow.

He weaves his fingers in between your own, painfully aware how icy your touch feels. He squeezes your hand as hard as he can. He knows he's hurting you. He knows you can't feel it.

Lucifer lowers his head. He mumbles, "I'm sorry." That does nothing you bring you back.

It's yet another selfish thought, but he feels closer to you in this moment than he ever had before.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Snowed In

Okay. Seeing as I have been spamming you guys with the new AU. I think it is time for a little treat :3

Ever wondered how the Gang and the Danielle's became such good friends?

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edit: damnit I forgot to summon you! @spotaus

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Horror watches as Cross looks into the chimney "any luck so far Dust?"

Some clanks and curses "No."

That isn't good.

Horror had never been in the AU for as long as now. And never in the winter months.

He hadn't known that a blizzard could hit out of nowhere.

They had been snowed in very quickly and most electricity had shorted out.

Which honestly wouldn't have been that big of a deal if it hadn't been for their chimney getting clogged with debris. Meaning they couldn't start a fire and risk getting their house smoked out, or worse actually burned down.

Dust had climbed up it to see if he could fix it but he hadn't had much luck. aparently it was really stuck and Dust only had so much room to move around in up there. and if he used too much force it could cause damage.

Horror was fine, he is used to the cold. Same for Dust. Cross is trained and could manage as well. Killer already runs a lot hotter thanks to his strange soul situation and overwarm mana.

Nightmare however?

Horror walks over to the nest and pulls a blanket up slightly. The little made den only holds Killer nad Nightmare at the moment, Killer's soul lighting up the tiny hiding place.

Horror looks at the two as he tries to appear calm even if he feels so afraid and worried "and?"

Killer is rubbing Nightmare through the extra blanket they have him wrapped in. Killer shoots him an anxious look "He is very out of it. I didn't think the cold would be this bad for him."

Horror frowns and mutters "fragile magic." not only that but he is also a tree spirit who was originally form an AU where it was always spring or summer time, or some curious combination of the two. Nightmare was literally not made to deal with winter.

Killer frowns as he tries to share the body heat he has. Nightmare mumbles some words and opens his sockets. looking exhausted.

Killer however looks excited "Hey there tiny boss! How are you feeling?"

Nightmare frowns and looks confused before muttering an reply "tired..."

Killer frowns "Yeah i get thtat. just stay awake for a bit longer okay?"

Nightmare mutters unhappily as he shivers. Nightmare pushes himself close to Killer and Killer locks both his arms around him again as he stares at him "please tell me dust almost got it fixed?"

Horror sighs and shakes his skull. It isn't fixed. and that is the issue.

Killer looks afraid as he looks down at Nightmare "Maybe... maybe we need to make another jump? To a warmer AU at least? Get him to warm up?"

Horror agrees but also the idea of Nightmare making a dimension jump now? while he is already fragile? Horror is afraid it will just make things worse and-

Knocking on the door.

Killer looks up and stares "who the fuck visits people in a blizzard?"

horror frowns and shoots Killer a smile "I will check." he rises to his feet after tugging the blanket in again as he makes his way towards the door. Cross is by his side and looking at it with distrust.

Horror opens the door a tiny bit and stares in shock.

Dani stands on their porch. Dressed in some winter clothes but it looks more like she is dressed for a day of snow fun in the park over standing in a blizzard.

Dani notices he opened the door and grins "Snow carepackage delivery! What you needing?"

horror doens't have the words but luckily Cross does "what the fuck?"

Dani grins as she points a thumb over her shoulder towards the drive way "special snowday delivery."

Horror looks over and sees a very old off road truck standing on their porch. The tires are halfway deflated but gigantic and horror can spot the silvery chains all over them.

Dani must see the confusion and sighs something in the air and Horror can see Ellie give a sigh back.

The truck turns off and Ellie climbs out and towards the loading area of the truck and starts searching through stuff.

Dani steps into their house and clsoes the door before she frowns "fuck it is cold in here. What is wrong?"

Horror is once again all out of words as Cross mutters "chimney got something stuck in it. Dust is trying to fix it but... well... we hadn't finished isolating the whole house..."

Dani nods as she grabs a very old walky talky from her belt. she turns it on and speaks "Dani to Ellie. over."

a moment of silence before crackling "Ellie to Dani, hearing you loud and clear. over!" there are clear sounds of wind on the other side.

Dani grins "Dani to Ellie. We will need tools and blankets. any spare winter clothes is also a must. Over."

a moment before an answer "Heard you loud and clear! Getting it all ready! over and out!"

And Dani puts the walky talky back to her belt before she answers "Each year winter hits hard here. the first year we got here we noticed this and started going around to check on our neighbors. Gerson especially when he still lived here. We kept the habit up." she looks around "anything else you need?"

horror shakes his skull "Nothing really. Just too cold for Nightmare." and didn't that just feel like a failure? To not have been prepared.

Dani nods "You still got enough wood for when the chimney works fine?"

Cross nods "We should."

Dani looks relieved "okay that is good. Lets check to make sure it is all dry while Ellie grabs the stuff."

Dani lets Cross lead her to their wood storage as Horror quickly updates Dust and Killer. both voice their surprise about the sudden visit but one shiver of nightmare and neither say much more on it.

Neither likes to be in debt to others but if it is for their babybones? Yeah. Horror gets it.

Some nkocking on the door and Horror rushes to open it.

Ellie looks even less dressed for the snow as she just stands there with a warm sweater, snowpants, snowboots, a scarf and some earmuffs. She walks in but before she fully steps in she hits her boots together and against the outside doorpost to kick off the snow.

Now that he thinks about it Dani did the same.

Ellie walks in and grins "okay! Winter jacket and sweater. air tight and water proof." she holds it up "Probably a good idea for your kid. Kids always have trouble regulating their heat." she she hands it over.

Horror quickly leads her and all her stuff next to the nest where he raises the blanket again. He shows the jacket and Killer snatches it quickly to wrap Nightmare completely in it.

Ellie next holds up a very large woolen blanket and a fleece blanket. She holds up the woolen one first "This one first. all around him. Then wrap the fleece blanket around that." Horror does as told as Ellie continues to speak.

"What we are doing. As long as there is no outside heat. is trying to form an isolation for him so his own body heat can warm him up. We found that these things work very well."

They end up having nightmare all wrapped up and back in killer's arms before putting another fleece blanket on top of the blanket already covering them.

Ellie shows some thermo clothes next for them to wear and stay warm but Horror mentions they are mostly fine. As long as they stay out of the wind and snow that is. Ellie accepts it and puts it on the pile to take back to their truck.

Dani and cross reappear from their wood pile "Looks fine. you guys also still have enough fire starters so you should be golden. oh nice you brought the tools!" Dani checks the stuff and pulls out a mallet and some rope before going to go towards the chimney and start talking with dust.

Cross stares at Ellie "what?"

ellie smiles as she waits for her wife to finish "We do this yearly. Dani and I are made for the cold. She being a malamute dog monster and I am actually a snowshoe hare. Not exactly bunny but I don't mind being called a bunny monster." she shrugs with a grin. "When the first blizzard hit it meant that we were both excited and went for a walk in the snow together. it was great to be in these temperatures again."

she frowns "As we were walking we realised we didn't see smoke come from the direction of one of our neighbors. where we grew up you just kinda relied on each other in the cold months. You kept an eye on your neighbors and if they lit their fires on time. We decided to check it out and found out that one of them had gotten surprised by the cold and the the house's heating had gotten damaged."

Ellie waves off the worry "Everything was fine in the end. we helped our neighbor back to our house and let him stay while we grabbed some supplies and decided to walk around and check on the others. We made it a habit and made sure that our truck was easy to prepare for winter and rough weather." she grins.

a loud clank and they turn to see a large piece of wood and branches at the bottom of the chimney. Dani grins as she looks up into it "check the top and if the closing and opening mechanism is stillwhole! You guys will need that to keep the snow out."

a moment of silence before confirmation that it is still moving and seems whole. Dani nods and says she will test the handle and to say if anything sounds weird or seems to move weird. They get through the test and moments later dust is down with them.

Dani grins at Ellie "My lady. if you could."

Ellie grins as she walks over to the fire place and with just a few quick hadn movements the fire is ablaze.

Cross blinks "you have fire magic?"

ellie giggles "nah. just the skills to start one!"

dani nods "she is a born arsonist. sadly she is lawful good." ellie nudges her in the side.

Dani grins as Ellie giggles before she shoots them a smile "You guys good? We need to be on our way to check the others. there are always people with little wood or food or blankets and we want to check everyone."

Dani nods "We just came here first because... well it is you guys's first winter here. if you didn't expect the blizzard it can cause for issues."

Horror shakes his skull "we are good." whihc is when they hear sleepy mutters from their nest and killer actually pushes the blanket back to show nightmare rubbing his sockets with a tiny frown. clearly free from his forced half hibernation he had been almost kicked into.

Horror lets out a breath of relieve and mutters "we are good..."

Dani and ellie share a look and nod before leaving a very cheap looking phone with them "in case of you guys need anything else."

Cross frowns and points at their land line "the phone is out."

Dani nods "we know. that is an upgraded walky talky."

ellie grins "while the phone towers can be knocked out these babies are sturdy! They also are limited though. which is why you can only call us using that one but we are by far the most mobile in this weather." and she puffs her chest up proudly

Dani smiles "just give us a call if you need anything." she nudges Ellie "we need to get moving. we don't want to have to drive through a dark snowstorm."

and the two leave again. They both climb into their truck, which really is just their normal truck but with large wheels. before the drive off. huh. seems like the almost flat tires give them drip to get through the loose snow and over the icy roads.

Horror makes a mental note to find a way to thank them before acutally makign a note on their to-do list instead.

afterwards they sit in their nest and just listen to the fire crackle as the storm rages on.

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[cumtastiics]

Would the yandere doc ever put his little patient into a medically induced coma? Just for a while, few weeks maybe, untily he finds out how else could he keep them calm and stop them from trying to run and hust themself in the process.

tw: mentions of comas feel free to send requests for new yanderes / ask more about aurelius (yandere doc)!

originally when i read this ask, i thought maybe he wouldn't, maybe he'd isolate you in a room alone, sneaking in food when you'd asleep.

BUT!!1 i thought it through, and he probably would.

but not like for something simple, like struggling for a day or two, probably if you weren't becoming calm after a week or so is when he'd put you into a coma.

only for a day or two. despite how harsh he is with you at times, he probably doesn't wanna actually harm you, or harm you too badly at least.

but i think if it was like, you saw him kill someone, or do some other messed up shit, his top priority is to knock you out, or put you in a coma.

i don't think aurelius would do it (but that doesn't mean he won't actually do that, but the chances are slimmer) if you weren't calming down. maybe just knock you out.

but also like!! you would have to struggle w him A LOT for the week (or more) for him to actually put you in a coma for 1-2 days, he'd might just isolate you.

aurelius is definitely complex for sure.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

85 - Neverending Reverie

(Inspired by Catroic's work on AO3, Beautiful Reverie. Thanks for the inspiration and giving me permission to riff on your ideas!) (Warnings for mild gore and suggestive themes)

"Pacify."

The command arrived to him as little more than a whisper, as though spoken through gritted teeth and strained throat. It was a nonsense; the enemy was not tired, and such a spell would have no effect.

"Pacify."

The word fell softer upon his ears this time, quicksilver laced with a mercurial edge that set his heart ashiver. The strings of his scarf seemed to tighten around his throat. He wanted to do as they asked, he wanted to trust in them that this was the right thing to do. He wanted them to be proud of him.

But...

His hesitation emboldened the enemy, and they launched their assault at his unprotected form. A blur of blue and black leapt out in front of him - his beloved knight, rushing selfishly to his defence, took the full brunt of the attack and slumped to the ground, akin to a marionette whose strings had just been sundered.

Despair turned his blood to ice. Heal them... he had to-

But the voice stopped him short. 'Pacify.'

An invisible hand squeezed the air from his lungs.

'Pacify.'

The enemy advanced again. There was no time, there was no time-

'Pacify.'

This wasn't-

'Pacify.'

He couldn't-

'Pacify.'

The enemy reached their prone body, poised to deliver the killing blow-

'Pacify.'

'NO!'

Magic welled up from deep within his core, galvanised by a tension he had never experienced before - the anguished ecstasy of coming to know the true extent of his devotion to their Knight, colliding with the terror of realising he was about to lose them forever.

To protect his precious lightner from harm, there were no lengths to which he would not go; no depths to which he would not sink.

With both hands thrust out before him, the prince unleashed his spell - silence and stillness condensed into a physical force that slammed into its target. Its expression turning glassy-eyed, the colour draining from its form, the enemy fell into a slumber deeper than the darkness itself - a reverie from which there would be no awakening.

He could not bear to look upon his sublime work. Breathless, sick with dread, he gathered up his knight in his arms, hoping to find absolution for his impiety and unbelief. Still did his heart beat frantic in his ribcage, and still did his limbs quake, his adrenaline refusing to release its death-grip upon him.

Their body was so cold, and the smile on their lips was bright and sharp as a razor.

'D-did I do well?' he babbled, stroking their face with his trembling paw. 'Did I... please you, my light...?'

Their lips moved, and his own moved to meet them. And in the icy throes of his desperate passion, the lonely prince found his answer.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 85

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[theloveinc]

Bakugou is my coma baby

now why would you say this to me☹️

(warning: hospital and wounds under the cut).

(there are good days and bad days for bakugo -- it's funny. how he came home tormented, not haunted by the memories of battle like one might expect (or assume, in some cases), but by his stay at the hospital, smelling of sweat and stale sheets, dried blood and ivory soap. you can still find the scar where they stapled his skull back together, most often when he wakes from a nightmare and you're there to soothe him back down into some sort of sleepless rest, the tips of your fingers running back and forth over the puckered plateau. the notches are just the same as when you carded your fingers through his hair in the hospital, when everyone was waiting for him to wake up, the both of you only teenagers.

he doesn't make a show of it, doesn't complain about the steady-growing weight of exhaustion that's clouding his mind. bakugo simply carries on as if he's the same person he was before the war, as if it's easy work, to stand and shout confidences he no longer feels.

you're the only person who can really see, that no matter how he wants to carry on, no matter how much he wants, fights, to be the person who he was before he died... there are some things that can't be recovered.)

[limitlesspossibilities]

//Thinking about how Ryoji and Shinjiro didn’t get to interact in canon and anyway P3P “Shinji’s not dead he’s just in a coma” verse where Ryoji hears about Shinji from Junpei and the protag and goes to visit him in the hospital-

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @118dailydrabble, word 67: Cursed (extra word, sequel to 61-66, last: find) Buck holds Tommy's hand and talks to him. Today, he's refreshing shared memories.

"Do you remember the curse of Billy Boils?" Buck smiles softly. "Well, I do feel pretty cursed right now. Please, Tommy. Wake up. I miss you so much. You helped me ending a curse before. Help me now." * "There's no curse," Tommy mutters.

Evan frowns. "What are you talking about?"

Tommy swallows, getting up from the couch. "I have to go. This isn't real."

Evan stands up as well. "Why would you say that?!"

"I ... I think I'm dreaming. The voices only I can hear, the feeling of something being wrong ... It all fits. You have to let me go."

Evan crosses his arms. "No."

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[thelilreddragon]

Hi. I had an idea for a neat HP one shot/drabble prompt, if you are interested. I would understand if you aren’t interested in it, but regardless here it is=

Jily(James and Lily Potter)lives/muggle prompt/AU, ‘all a dream?’: “Harry! You are awake! Oh thank god”

“M mum? D dad? You are alive? Was it all a drea..”

“Son, you have been in coma for a while”

He had been asleep for a while… a while being 4 months and two weeks and 6 days.

Harry’d been hit in the head by a book, when he’d gotten into an argument with his friend Ron. Unfortunately, Harry fell backwards and had hit his head on the corner of his bedpost.

The force had fractured the back of his skull- just over his parietal lobe… after rushing him to hospital, his parents had seen him for all of two seconds before he went into surgery.

Ron was a mess, and Harry’s girlfriend and best friend was worse. Hermione kept yelling at Ron for his stupidity, and Lily had to send Ronald home.

Surgery had gone well. EEGs came back with heightened brain activity, highly indicating dreaming and imagination being present. There was only a tap of impact on his parietal lobe. The surgeons expected him to make a solid recovery, but were slightly concerned about writing not being the same.

James and Lily agreed that they would rather have their son never write again, than him be dead, and they cried when the surgeons told them that surgery went well.

4 months, two weeks, and 6 days later, Hermione is sitting in the bed beside her boyfriend, typing on her laptop.

Lily is asleep on her husband’s lap, on the inflatable mattress they purchased, and James is chatting with Hermione on Harry’s latest labs.

“He seems to be making progress. They’re thinking he’s going to wake up soon!” James exclaims, excitedly.

“I’ve been doing some research, and based on his heightened EEG levels, they’re thinking that rather than being able to hear us, Harry is actually having a dream that is so strong it mimics reality.” Hermione frowned, looking down at Harry, whose brow had furrowed for some reason.

She softly brings her finger down to poke at the bunched up skin on his forehead. “Please wake up, you idiot. I love you, but I will kill you before this thing does.”

Hermione is met with a further scrunch, including his nose. She wouldn’t have given it much thought, except for the fact that Harry’s mouth started to move like he was yawning. That’s new.

“James? He’s seriously making faces. Could you call in the nurse?”

“Alrighty!” James perked up, and gently moved his wife from his lap, to rest on the pile of blankets beside him. He skipped out the door, when Harry’s eyes started flickering like he was dreaming.

“I miss your eyes. Can you open them please?” Hermione whispered, moving her hand to cup his chin. Her response is a seriously scrunched face, and a raspy voice.

“Burr-ite.”

“He’s awake?!” There’s a crunch coming from the air mattress, the light is shut off, and Lily’s on Harry’s other side. Her hand reaches out to stroke his hair.

“Seems like it! Harry, love, can you hear me?” Hermione whispers.

“I got the doctor!” James yells, throwing the door open and striding into the room. “Any change?”

“L-ow-d,” rasps Harry.

“Bloody hell! He’s awake!” James exclaims, rushing up to beside his wife.

“I need you all to move away from the bed, so that I can look at him closer, please,” the doctor says, pulling his scope off of his neck.

The group moves away, and Hermione gracelessly drops her laptop onto the mattress. After what feels like hours, the doctor turns to them and says, “he’s fine. Let him readjust.”

Hermione is the first there, and she slips her fingers through his hair. “Hey handsome. Good to see your eyes again.”

A quirk of his lips. “Mione. What am I doing here?”

“Ron gave you a bonk.”

“Harry! You’re awake!!” Lily shouts, going onto Harry’s other side. James creeps up behind her.

“L-ow-d,” Harry whispers again.

“Oh I’m sorry, honey. You’re awake!”

“M-uh-m?” He rasps out. “Duh-add?”

“Yes, honey, we’re here. You’re okay.” Lily replies.

“Th-aw-gh-t yu-ew we-er d-eh-d,” Harry states, his words chopped and stuck. Likely a result of the impact of waking up, and possible aphasia.

Hermione and Lily share a glance. His raised EEG levels were in fact due to a hallucination.

“You were out for a while, honey.”

“So… I dreemed it?” He slurs out.

“Yes, son. You dreamed it.” James says, putting his hand on his son’s.

“‘S go-od. Was a we-ird dre-em.”

Turns out, Harry hallucinated being a wizard, which sent Lily into a laughing fit. Harry told her that he had fought some bald snake man with a stick, and married Ron’s sister.

Harry told Hermione that she’d married Ron, and she was splitting a gut with laughter. Though they had all been friends as kids, Ron was far too irritated with Hermione and vice-versa.

James and Lily weren’t too concerned about the concepts in Harry’s dream. They just kept asking him what the hell a huddle poof was.

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Hope that was good enough!! I tried! :)

[elisedonut]

its my little super ultra mega rarepair

and

I get to decide how many fics I write for it

[cyhyr]

Whumptober No.10 "You said you'd never leave."

Is this a continuation of the previous prompt? No idea! You decide! Is there a happy ending to this? No idea! You decide! Tagging for whumptober: @atereal @oneinist

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Hizashi wakes up and the first thing he sees is his own body laying in a hospital bed. Well, that’s concerning. What kind of— The door opens and he turns; his husband walks in, looking more tired than Hizashi ever thought possible. He tries asking Shouta what happened, but he walks right through Hizashi and oh fuck he’s gonna puke it feels so weird.

Shouta sits at his bedside, gripping his body’s hand so tightly; he wishes he could feel it.

“You said you’d never leave me,” Shouta rasps.

“I’m right here!!!” Hizashi shouts.

No noise comes from his mouth.

[aaami]

What if Kuu brought Zero to the Arcadion, would she perish like a victorian era child if she saw Honey B. Lovely perform