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cozygold · 2 months

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Mystery of Lilia's ring

Pt.I Pt.II

Lilia x reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, fem reader, general Lilia, possible spoilers for book 7, young Lilia and Sebek clutching their pearls because woman

Intro: Lilia wears a wedding ring under his gloves. However when asked he doges the question or makes up some silly excuse

Malleus is aware that he had wife. Lilia confirmed it a while ago but did not elborate further

It was only during the Malleus overblot incident that Diasnomia family found out about her and who she was

Tags: @koneko-dreams

"Hey! Rehabilitanion is necessery if you want to be able to move that leg not just drag it around"

(it takes place after Malleus have put everyone to sleep Silver/Sebek/Yuu watch Lilia dream play in front of them like movie)

"AUGH! HUMAN! I'm starting to doubt your validity as medic and suspecting you to be a professional torturer!"

Its been 2 months since Lilia was saved by a strange human. After agreeing to cooprate more his condition was quickly improving.

Most of the injuries healed however more serious ones still needed to be checked once a few days

(y/n) worked hard to help him recover feeling the pressure of time on her shoulders. It was only a matter of time as his soldiers come looking for him

Being gone for so long and finding him with a human will only cause trouble. They both knew that

"We have to get that leg moving"

"Aren't you doing that already?"

"Well, kind of. Its more of a warm up for you to stand on your own"

(y/n) backed away from the bed, examing him for a minute. She reached out her hands towards him

"Take my hand, try to stand up"

His eyes drifted between her and her palm, scowl making its way on his face. He ignored her hand, pushing himself of the bed with his own strenght

"I don't need your assistance with something as trivial as-"

His sentance was cut short when his legs gave up under his weight

"Lilia!"

(y/n) jumped forward, catching him in her arms

"I thought we went over this already! Quit-. Wait you're actually pretty light. That's great news! That armour of your made you waaay heavier!"

She rambled on as if unaware of the situation. Lilia was the opposite. His face was red, his pride hurt and head snuggled against human's chest

He sat there frozen. This warmth was comforting. He could stay here a bit-... No. What the hell is thinking! As if burned he tried to wiggle away from her grasp

"Unhand me, human temptress! What are trying to do?"

"Temptress? Well i'm flattered but you're the one who's fallen into my arms because of your arrogance. If you listined for once we wouldnt be in this situation in the first place"

Suddenly (y/n) felt a light bub light up over her head

"Lilia! If we're already in this position lets take advantage of it!"

She grabbed his hands placing them on her waist. The bat fae gave her look of utter shock and mild disgust

"I knew it! Shameless woman! Let go!"

"You're the one making this weird. I was just about to suggest a dance"

"A dance? Why-"

"Oh just let me finish. It clear that you're unable to stand alone. During the dance you can hold onto me while i guide you through the steps.

I will need you try to keep up with the rythm the best you can. This way i can monitor how well you're able to move"

Lilia hesitated. Dancing is something intimate to bat fae but she probably didn't mean anything by it. His recovery was going smoothly thanks to her care. There should be no harm to just go play along with it, right?

"...Fine"

"Great! Hold on me tight and follow my steps"

He gripped her waist tighter while she held his shoulders. She started softly singing to give him some music to dance to

There's a fire in my brain, and I'm burning up

Oh my, oh my

Keep running for the sink, but the well is dry

Oh my, oh my

Meanwhile Sebek, Silver and Yuu observing the dream

"I know this song! I think i caught father singing it a few times but he stopped as soon as he saw me"

"I heard Lilia singing it too while he walked around Ramshackle. It was a first time i saw him so...sad"

Silver and Yuu train of thoughts was broken by Sebek

"Master Lilia was right! What this woman is doing is completly inappropriate! Does she even know what action mean to bat fae?"

"She mentioned it was her first time treating a fae so she's probably not very in touch with their culture"

"Huh? What are you guys talking about"

Right. Yuu's a human too. They probably don't know the implications either

"For bat fae dancing and singing is a courting ritual. Father accpeting the dance offer pretty much agreed to be courted"

Yuu stared a them with wide eyes

"Hah! This human should feel honored"

Back to the dream

Its month of (y/n)s and Lilias daily dance sessions. The fae was now able to walk properly and felt as good as new. (Y/n) was amazed at his quick recovery, finally deciding to "discharge" him

And today was the day he finally left the cottage. He watched as (y/n) ran around the house like a chicken with its head cut off, gathering all the things she was going to give him on his trip back to the castle

"Here's your medicine! Remember to take it 2 times a day! Before breakfest and after dinner! If you fell like your leg is acting there's some pain meds in this pouch"

"(y/n)..."

"There's some food i prepared for journey. I made sure that it won't spoil for a long while. However just in case-"

"Oi, (y/n)!"

"Your clothes, spare bandages are in the green bag! You should be able to attach this water bottle to your belt but if you lose it there-"

Lilia grabbed her shoulder cutting her off and making her look at him in suprise. It was a first time he initiated any touch

"Did you just call me by my actual name?"

Lilia sighed ignoring her question

"I will be okay. Don't worry i will make sure your afforts won't be wasted"

(y/n) took a deep breath calming her rapid heartbeat

"Okay. Just remember. If you ever need a check up, you can count one me. I will try to fix this cottage up so you'll know where to find me"

She smiled walking him to the front door. It was dark outside. Lilia insisted that on going out late at night to decrease the risk of running into humans

"Human"

He turned his head towards you

"Despite my mistrust, i am indebted to you. If you need any favors just ask"

(y/n) huffed

"I already explained that i'm just doing my duty. I don't have anything to ask of you"

"I insist"

"But-"

"I insist"

"Ugh-fine then!"

Her cheeks flushed red while she thought about the right words to use for the request

"C-can we spend some time together sometimes? Not like patient and a doctor anymore but like....friends?"

Lilia looked at her with wide eyes. This was the last thing he was expecting. Human asking a fae war general to be their friend? To think he live enough to hear such a thing

He burst out laughing

Its been years since he laughted so genuinely. This preposterous request and this whole situation now looked like big joke

"REALLY?! When i tell you what i want you just laugh at me?! You know what forg-"

"Fine"

"Huh"

"I will see you again, human. You're amusing and proven to pose no threat"

Lilia leaned closer to her face, smirking

"Make sure to keep yourself alive untill i come back"

Another month gone by

(y/n) spent it travelling around possible battle scenes, looking for any victims that might need assistance.

She tried to fix up the cottage as well as she could with her limited recources. It still looked ran down but at least it wasn't leaking anymore. And it actually sheilded her from wind. Mostly

It was a peacefull spring evening. Its a busy season for her. Many herbs bloom and grow only during that time

She spent her whole day roaming around the forest gathering them. The sun slowly dissapearing behind horizon, its rays coating the forest in warm glow

As beautiful as it was she knew that she has to hurry home. During the night time fae were the most active

She heard rustling of bushes behind her. A shiver went up her spine. She slowly turned around

There was nothing there

She let out a nervous giggle

"Haha, i'm must be getting paranoid"

"Good evening, human"

A voice spoke next to her. She let out a yelp and jumped back. Just about when she was about to throw a rock at the offender she reconized the pair of familiar red eyes

Now hanging upside down from the tree

"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?! I WAS ABOUT TO BASH YOUR BRAINS IN WITH THAT ROCK?!"

"That pebble and your twig arms would have done nothing to me"

"Why you-"

She was about to berate him futher before she noticed. His legs were hooked around the branch

"For you to hang like this... It means your leg is doing great"

"Of course it is. I'm not as weak as your mortal brethren"

"Same as always, i see. I'm glad to have you kept your word. Come on, come on! I will brew us something delicous and nutritious"

As soon as they reached the house (y/n) got to work. Lilia shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know the exact reason but he felt nervous. Its been a while since he just hanged out with someone outside his work

"I-its umm. Looks like you did some renovations. I don't feel as much wind on my back as i used when i first stayed here"

"I'm glad you noticed! I was tired of being woken up by droplets of water dripping on my forhead. But its still not completly cold or wind proofed. I'm lucky its spring otherwise i would be freezing to death here"

She giggled making a joke of situation. Do all humans treat their fragility with such humor. For some reason he didnt find it as funny as she did.

"We talked enough about me when we met. What about you Lilia? How have you been doing?"

"The queen seemed to buy my lie about escaping after being caught by a opposing army. There should not be any more issues"

"That's great! What about the Maleanora? You seemed worried about her"

Lilia crossed his arms leaning against the chair

"I was. She is reckless and has quite the temper. I know she can handle herself very well but at the time you found me, she was carring her egg"

"Egg?"

The bat groaned, annoyed at her ignorance

"How you can stay so deep in Briar Valley's territory, yet know nothing about the royal family?"

She shrugged

"I try to keep a low profile. Information about Draconias is of no use for me"

"Let me help you be a little less ignorant then. The draconias are dragon faes meaning they hatch from eggs. The Princess recently had hers"

"Oh that wonderful news for the faes right? Their royal family is going to have heir"

"It may be but that's also more work for me. The Princess is easier to anger than ever"

She giggled, stirring the stew boiling in the pot

"Are you prehaps not good with dealing with woman? This way you're going stay unwed forever"

"I was not planing on having a family anyways. I'm way to busy and find children crying unbearable"

"Haha, i'm not the least suprised you feel that way"

"What about you? Are you not afraid that you're going to rot into forest moss before you find someone you can marry? You seem to hardly ever leave this forest"

"Hey! I found you so theres still hope right?"

Lilia felt his cheeks burn, he quickly avoided her gaze

"Me? As if! Fae and human marriage will never be officiated"

"I just meant that if i found you in this forest, it means there's a chance i can find another. You're interpreting my words wrong~"

She took up the opportunity to tease him. Enjoying the sight of scary general stumbling on his words

"You're the one making everything suggestive! I swear you play innocent but its all on purpose!"

"Oh the food is done"

Her attention shifted the stew. She took a big spoon, pouring them both a portion.

"Eat up~"

" ... thank you"

Lilia mubled and took a sip of stew. Taste of fresh mushrooms, potatoes and meat floading his mouth. Human cooking was diffrent from faes.

But it wasn't bad. Comforting. Not just the food but her presence. As much as he hated to admit it, she completly made him lower his guard

He felt like shedding his armor to bask in her presence like a cat in the sun. He knew its all temporary. The longer he will stay the more anguish it will bring him in the future

He knows it

He should turn back while he still can. Run away before the flame envelops him completly

But he didnt

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orchidniins · 13 days

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Forehead Kisses | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Arthur being the biggest green flag and taking care of his sick partner. Pairing: Arthur TV x gn!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word count: 1.3k+ A/N: Short one to start the week. I have a ton of requests that I'm currently working on at the moment (honestly I'm a lot slower at writing than I thought) and I'm hoping to get out 2 longer fics next week (if work doesn't keep me busy that is) 🤞 Thanks anon for the request! Hope you enjoy!

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As you step into your apartment, the door creaks softly behind you. You clutch your forehead, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your pounding migraine. Each step you take only worsens your body pains, leaving you feeling as though you've been hit by a truck. You shed your jacket and kick off your shoes, your body craves rest, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed. However, thoughts of the work you still have to complete nag at you, not wanting anything to pile up for the rest of the week.

Tossing your keys onto the table, the loud clatter disrupts the quietness of the room and you mentally curse yourself. You try to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Arthur, who had mentioned his plans to live stream for a few hours today. And despite your best efforts, an uncontrollable fit of coughing wracks your body, sending a sharp pain shooting up to your head again. You groan out in pain, unable to ignore the discomfort.

Arthur was in his office in the midst of a live stream, chatting away with his viewers when he heard you from the living room. Pausing the game he was playing, he swiftly excuses himself from the stream, taking off his headset and exits the room.

You glance towards his office, the soft click of his door catching your attention. Upon spotting your red nose and sunken eyes, he doesn't hesitate for a moment, swiftly hurrying to your side. "Hey, darling, are you okay?" His voice is laced with genuine concern as he assesses your condition.

"I just had a bit of a headache, so my boss sent me home early," you shrug as you explain, trying to downplay the situation. "It's probably nothing, maybe just because it's cold and windy outside—" Your sentence is cut short by cough, prompting Arthur's concerned gaze. "Why didn't you tell me before you left for work?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "How long have you been feeling like this?", his hands come to rest on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"You see, this is why," you remark, sounding slightly exasperated. "Weren’t you going to stream today?" Arthur immediately responds, "Don't worry about that, darling," he assures you, still just as worried.

"I'm fine, babe," you quickly reassure him, not wanting to worry him any further, knowing he'll drop everything to take care of you. "I'm feeling better now that I'm home. I'm actually gonna get some work done." But before you can continue, Arthur shakes his head adamantly. "No work, absolutely not. You need to rest," he insists firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he gently guides you towards the bedroom.

“But…I don’t want stuff to pile up”, you attempt to protest. But Arthur remains resolute, his gaze soft as he looks at you caringly. "There are others who can handle your work for now," he insists gently. "Right now, you need rest, medicine, and some tea."

You look back at him with a small pout, hoping to sway him, "Off to bed you go," he says, as you two step into the bedroom.

"But Arthur," you begin, whining, but he cuts you off with a pointed look. "No, Y/N," he says, giving you a pointed look.

Finally, you concede, a sigh escaping your lips. "Fine, I'll sleep for an hour, but promise me you'll wake me up so I can finish up work." Arthur simply nods, accepting the small victory.

After changing out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, you sit down on the bed "Just stay put, I'll get you the medicine," he says, but you attempt to get up from bed, insisting, "No, no, it's fine, Arthur, I'll get it myself." However, he gently pushes you back down. "No, I've got it,"

"But what about your stream?" you worry, but Arthur dismisses your concern with a laugh. "Just sleep, darling," he urges before leaving momentarily to fetch the medicine. Returning with water and the medicine, he hands them to you. "Here, take it," he instructs, watching as you comply before he helps you settle into bed.

"Do you need more pillows or a blanket?" Arthur asks, but you quickly decline, insisting that you're fine. "You just get back to your stream. Don't leave your viewers staring at an empty chair," you joke weakly. Arthur chuckles, "You just worry about getting better," before you interject, "It’s literally nothing, Arthur. I’ll be fine after a small nap. Just make sure you wake me up in an hour okay?" He responds with a sarcastic chuckle, “Yeah sure darling”, and you soon start to feel yourself getting drowsy. He brushes the hair out of your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room.

Ignoring your request, Arthur allows you to sleep for as long as you need to, making sure to check up on you every 15 minutes or so. If he hears even a peep from the bedroom, he excuses himself from his stream to ensure you're okay or to make sure you've taken your medicine, sitting beside you until you drift back to sleep.

After another 30 minutes or so, Arthur decides to end his stream early, apologizing to his viewers before quietly slipping back into the bedroom to check on you. He walks up to you and sits beside your sleeping form, noticing a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead. Gently grabbing a towel, he wipes it, causing you to slowly wake up. "Sorry, sorry, go back to sleep," he quickly apologizes, feeling slightly guilty for waking you. However, you decide to sit up in bed, “No it’s fine,” you say, giving him a small smile.

He smiles softly and leans in to kiss you on the forehead, gently rubbing the sleep marks on your face. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Better," you reply with a slight smile. "My head doesn’t hurt as much." Leaning to grab a tissue, you blow your nose before asking, "What time is it?"

"It's around 7 pm," Arthur responds gently. "You've been asleep for about 3 hours."

"You told me you’d wake me up," you start to say, your tone slightly whining.

"Yeah, but you are really sick," Arthur interjects gently. "You don't need more work, you need to rest."

"But—", you begin to speak, but then you cough, a sharp pain shooting to your head. You look at him sheepishly as you groan, finally accepting, "Yeah, fine. I’m sick."

Arthur nods understandingly as he laughs at your admission. "I'll be right back, let me get you some tea," he says, getting up before quietly leaving the room.

He comes back after a few minutes, finding you sitting with your eyes closed, leaning against the headboard. As he walks in with the tea and more medicine, setting them down on the nightstand, he sits on the bed next to you, causing the mattress to dip slightly and the movement wakes you up.

"Hey, I’ve got your tea," he says softly, offering you the cup. "It'll help with your throat."

You pick it up and take a sip, feeling the warmth trickle down your throat, soothing the ache.

You look at him with a small smile, "Thank you, baby."

Arthur smiles warmly, replying, "Anything for you, love. You know I always wanna take care of you."

"I love you," you say softly, placing your palm on his hand that was resting on the mattress.

"I love you too, more than anything," Arthur responds, his eyes filled with affection.

His hand comes up to gently rub your cheek. As he leans in for a kiss on the lips, your hand comes up to cover his mouth, saying, "No, you'll get sick too. And then I’ll have to take care of you, and you’re the clingy type when you’re sick."

He feigns hurt for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Okay, okay, forehead kisses only," he agrees, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a smile from you as he leans and places a kiss on your forehead.

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hellcat8908 · 10 months

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Attention Azriel x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst

You're aggressively scrubbing dishes clean in the kitchen when the door opens. You keep scrubbing the pan in your hands ignoring the sound. Azriel steps into the kitchen, "hey princess." He says stopping beside you. "Your dinner is on the counter wrapped up if you still want it, if not you can toss it." You say plainly. "Actually I already ate at Rita's." He responds as you rinse the pan and put it in the drying rack with the rest of the dishes. "Of course you did." You say as you grab the plate and toss it in the trash. Azriel leans against the counter, "want to tell me what you're mad about?" He says calmly. "Actually, no. I don't want to tell you because you should know." You answer. He stares at you trying to read you. "I'm going out." You say as you move to grab your coat. "It's 11:30 at night where are you going?" He asks following you to the door. "For a walk. Don't wait up and don't follow me." You answer before shutting the door behind you and taking off towards town.

You head for the Sidra, letting the cool evening air calm you. You're hand on the dagger in your jacket pocket. Velaris is typically safe but you never really know. Its not a long walk so you reach the bridge quickly. You lean against the railing and watch the reflection of the city's lights on the water. You momentarily get lost in thoughts of how Azriel could be so clueless as to why you're upset. Your hand subconsciously slips into the coat pocket to grasp the dagger once more as someone approaches you. You relax realizing it's Rhys, "I don't need a babysitter or a bodyguard. You can tell Azriel you checked on me and I'm fine." You say with annoyance. "You're not fine though, if you were you'd be home." Rhys says as he leans against the rail next to you. "Rhys go home to Feyre and Nyx." You tell him flatly. "Not until you tell me why you're out here in the middle of the night." He responds.

"I'm out here in the middle of the night because I'm mad at Azriel. There I told you now you can go." You say annoyed. "That's not what I meant and you know it." He responds. "Fine, you want to know why I'm out here in the middle of the night, Rhys? Let me tell you so you can tell Azriel because that's the real reason you're out here. He went out again. I wasted time cooking dinner just for him not to eat it for the fifth time this week and he didn't invite me, none of you think to invite me. I stay at home by myself while he's out with you all." The tears start gathering in your eyes as you continue. "Do you have any idea how much that hurts and all the horrible thoughts it creates in your head!?! I'm out here because I'm completely drained, mentally and physically. I'm out here because this situation is eating me alive and I'm drowning waiting for him to throw me a life preserver." You wipe away the tears streaking your face. "Now go home or report how crazy I am to Azriel so he'll finally put me out of my misery and leave me because mother knows I love him too much to leave him even after all the pain."

You turn and walk away leaving Rhys stunned on the bridge. You walk back towards the house. You notice the lights are off as you walk up to the front door. You quietly open the door and grab an extra blanket from the couch before heading out the back door. Once outside you lay back in one of the loungers, using your coat for a pillow and wrapping up in the blanket. You lay there looking at the stars quietly crying to yourself. Eventually you cry yourself to sleep thinking how pathetic you sounded to Rhys and how much pain Azriel had caused you without realizing it. You feel yourself surrounded by warmth as the smell of Azriel's cologne invades you're nose. You snuggle into the warmth of his body tighter, hoping this dream doesn't end.

You awaken to sunlight pouring in through the window. You sit up with a start remembering falling asleep outside. You smell french toast and bacon, making your stomach growl. You make your way into the kitchen, surprised to see Azriel still home, let alone making breakfast. You walk over to the fridge and get yourself a glass of milk before walking into the living room. You sit in your favorite chair by the window and pick up the book you've been reading. After a few pages you hear Azriel clear his throat, "breakfast is ready." You carry your book into the kitchen and sit at the table. You continue to read while Azriel watches you. "Will you please stop reading and eat?" He asks you patiently. "I am eating." You respond continuing your book. "Can we please talk?" He asks barely loud enough for you to hear. You close your book and set it on the table. "About last night..." He starts but you interrupt him, "there's nothing to talk about." You say emotionless. "There's plenty to talk about." He sighs. You shove your half eaten plate away, bracing yourself for whatever he's about to say.

"Y/n I'm sorry I haven't been home much." He starts, causing you to bite your tongue at his understatement. He runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to find the right words. "Here Az let me help you out, because this is the part where you leave me or you apologize and say you'll do better, which is it?" He stares at you in disbelief, "why do you think I would leave you?" You roll your eyes, "because of all the distance you're putting between us. I stay at home night after night and cook you dinner just for you to come home late after eating with everyone else. Because you never invite me to go out with you and your friends. Because the amount of time we spend in a day is laughable compared to what we used to. Because I'm not sure I'm who you want anymore because you don't act like you want me, but I'm too pathetic to leave you because of how much I love you, even though loving you is killing me at the moment. You've been shutting me out more and more so why would you stay is the better question."

Azriel stands there motionless, letting your words sink in. You wait for him to say something, anything at the point, but he remains silent. His mind reeling from everything you said not sure where to start to even try to fix it. You move to walk out of the kitchen but he grabs your hand, stopping you. "I don't invite you out to Rita's because I know you hate crowds and the noise. I didn't realize I hadn't been home that much recently. I do know that I want you and will always want you, the reason for going to Rita's was to clear my head before coming home to you, a way to escape what I deal with on a daily basis before dragging all my moodiness home to you." He pulls you to him wrapping his arms around you, "and your not pathetic, you're the strongest woman I know and you deserve so much better than me, but I'm selfish when it comes to you and I never want to let you go. I told Rhys I was taking some personal time to be with you and fix us and when I do go back to work I'm cutting my hours back the best I can to spend more time with you."

"I know my words are not a fix for any of the problems or pain I've caused you but they are a promise that everyday I will work on erasing all the insecurities I've caused you and to rebuild our relationship." He says softly as he holds you. "Things between us won't be fixed in a day." You tell him. "I know babe, I just want you to give me the time to fix them, and please talk to me about how you're feeling about anything." He says, tilting your chin up to look in your eyes. "I will Azriel. I love you and I accept your apology but you'll have to show me you mean it." He leans down kissing you lips, "I will for the rest of my life. I promise." You feel the familiar sting of the tattoo on your shoulder knowing azriel does too.

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pippytmi · 30 days

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Hi!! For the Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. Do you still taking promt?? Please can you write "i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense”?? But Kate found the ring, Kate broke up with Lucy the reason is up to you. Love the ones you already write, thankkk yoouu 🫶🏽

“Theoretically—and I do mean this theoretically, I can’t stress that enough—would you be able to one: procure a pair of bolt cutters, and two: meet me somewhere in twenty minutes? Just think about it. As a purely hypothetical situation.”

Lucy has to stifle a laugh into her fist as she patiently listens to Ernie’s dramatics. “As much as I want to come free you from wherever you’re chained up—”

“I said in theory—”

“—I have a thing,” Lucy says. “Um. With Kate?” To call it “a thing” might be a complete oversimplification, but Ernie gives an understanding hum on the other end of the phone.

“I can be there in five minutes. Okay, like twenty-five minutes. And I can be a buffer, or a distraction, or someone to stare her down all night. Whatever you need.”

Lucy turns the corner and sees Kate Whistler waiting on her doorstep, and the tell-tale pang in her chest briefly makes her falter. “No, it’s fine,” she remembers to answer. “I have to go, though.”

“If you’re sure,” Ernie says, sounding entirely unconvinced. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Lucy mumbles, and she shoves her phone into her back pocket as she carefully approaches her apartment. Kate is still standing there—stiffly out of place with suitcases at her side—but she somehow still straightens up even more when she notices Lucy. “Hey,” Lucy calls, a touch confused. “You didn’t let yourself in?”

“I wasn't sure if you wanted me to,” Kate says, awkwardly pulling at the strings of her hoodie the way she does when she is uncomfortable. She takes a step back when Lucy brings out her keys, obviously trying not to hover, and Lucy sighs.

“I don’t care, whatever,” she says, ushering Kate in with a halfhearted flourish when the door clicks open. “Just ignore the mess, I haven’t cleaned or anything.” Work has actually kept her from being home very often beyond to sleep, so she knows her apartment will be a little bit in disarray.

To Kate, it must be a war zone; she has always been a neat freak (in the most endearing way). Lucy has to step over a stack of Amazon packages to even get inside, and she knows that Kate will zero in on everything else Lucy hasn’t cleared out yet: the takeout containers on the coffee table, the jackets strewn over the chairs, the abandoned folders and posters all over the couch.

Lucy is used to it, though, and she walks right in whereas Kate seems to freeze. “Do you want a drink?”

Kate does a double-take, snapping out of her stupor. “Sorry?”

“A drink,” Lucy repeats. “Do you want one?”

“I…think it would be better to do this sober,” Kate says, brow crinkling, and Lucy has to pause to work out what the hell Kate is talking about.

“What? No, I meant like water. Or Gatorade,” Lucy amends. “Actually, I might only have Gatorade.” It’s a whole thing—some new sponsorship her agent had set up which led to a whole crate of the stuff being shipped—and now Lucy has way more than she can drink.

“I'm okay. But thank you,” Kate says, formal to a fault, and Lucy resists the urge to roll her eyes.

“Okay, well, you can…get started. I’m going to be doing some work in the kitchen if you need anything,” Lucy says.

Kate rapidly nods. “Right. Of course,” she says. “I’ll be as quick as I can. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Yeah. No, totally.” Lucy has actually cleared her entire day just for this, but she doesn't say as much. It is much easier to hide away and pretend she's reading a script instead of, you know, waiting for her ex-girlfriend to pack up all remnants of their relationship.

Even without watching her do it, Lucy knows Kate is probably working efficiently and effectively to erase all traces of happiness from this apartment—their apartment. Kate had never officially moved in, but it was still theirs, and Lucy sees her in everything: in the framed print of The Great Wave off Kanagawa, in the uneven coffee table they picked out from a flea market because it was so beautifully hideous, in the old, torn couch where they had exchanged I love yous for the first time.

(That fact may have also influenced Lucy’s choice to spend as much time as possible at work. Maybe.)

Speaking of work…Lucy begrudgingly takes a seat at the kitchen table to pretend she is doing some. At the very least, she can do the boring task of clearing emails from her agent. Also, she should probably check and make sure Ernie is alive.

About an hour into rewatching Gilmore Girls, Kate shows up in the doorway, wringing her fingers together anxiously. “Sorry to bother you,” she says, as if she can’t hear Lorelai Gilmore’s voice from Lucy’s laptop, “but do you know where my backpack is? The one I use for hiking?”

Lucy blinks. “Uh, I’m not sure.” Kate is the person who normally knows where everything is. Even in Lucy’s apartment, she has an uncanny ability to find stuff Lucy never can.

“I had it the weekend before…” Kate doesn’t have to finish with before I broke up with you, but Lucy hears it anyway. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. If you find it later I can just come back for it.”

“No, I can help you look.” Lucy pauses her show to clarify, “Just so you don’t have to make two trips.”

Kate’s cautious expression slowly morphs into a slightly crestfallen one. “Right. No, of course,” she says.

“Where did you look?” Lucy follows Kate outside to retrace her steps, and all the while, she curiously takes note of the absence of things Kate has chosen to select as purely hers: the cozy throw blanket off the couch, the snow globe which Kate’s mom had sent over for Christmas, the paper flower which Lucy had folded for Kate and previously was displayed in their only vase.

“Both closets—I don’t remember putting it anywhere else. Did you let someone borrow it, maybe?” Kate heads into the bedroom, zeroing in on their closet, but Lucy is focused solely on Kate’s question.

“Why would I let someone borrow your backpack? It’s not mine,” Lucy says, with admittedly a bit of indignation in her tone, but. Who the hell is Kate to suggest that Lucy would be so petty as to lose Kate’s lame hiking backpack?

Kate glances at her sideways, brow crinkling ever-so-slightly. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

“That I’m going to be that ex who trashes your stuff?” Lucy knowingly fills in.

“No, that’s not at all what I’m saying.” Kate says, and she even looks quite alarmed at the suggestion. “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything.”

“Okay, then, don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve kicked your puppy or something!” Lucy presses her fingertips against her temples.

Kate opens her mouth, then dejectedly shuts it. After a beat she mumbles, “I wasn’t trying to.”

“Well you are.” Lucy has to turn away, and she busies herself with digging through the pile of clothes at the bottom of the closet to see if somehow Kate’s backpack is buried underneath. It isn’t, but Lucy does find the script she had been searching for since last month, so it’s still a win-win.

“I can get another one,” Kate says suddenly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Sure, whatever you want,” Lucy says, kicking a parka out of the way as she wanders into the adjoining bathroom. “Is that the last thing you need to pack?” Already, all of Kate’s toiletries are missing. Lucy has to bite her lip to keep from doing something stupid like tearing up at the sight of her toothbrush all alone; the absolute last thing she needs to do is start breaking down when Kate is right outside.

“Almost,” Kate’s voice rings out hesitantly from beyond the door. “I have to finish sorting out my clothes.”

Lucy pokes her head out to briefly advise, “Check my drawers, I might have stolen a few of your shirts.” Selfishly, she wants to hang on to anything of Kate’s that she can, but she is making an effort to be practical. If she keeps on wasting her nights getting drunk and crying into that sweater of Kate’s that still smells like her, Lucy will never actually get over Kate. And she has at least promised Ernie that she will try.

Kate starts opening the drawers of the nightstands; Lucy can hear them open and shut. Lucy continues to peek about the bathroom until she has no reason to, and she begrudgingly makes her way back into the bedroom prepared to fake a call and escape back to the kitchen.

But when she walks in, Lucy is immediately immobilized at the sight of Kate standing stock-still in the center of the room—eyes wide, skin eerily pale—and in her hand is the ring box that Lucy forgot she hid in the top drawer of her nightstand.

“Oh fuck,” Lucy breathes out, her mouth forming words before her brain can interject. “That…is not what it looks like.”

Kate rapidly sets the box down on the bed, hand trembling all the while. “I’m sorry,” she says. “It just fell out. It—” She stops, sags backwards until she is leaning against the wall, her usual stoic façade completely melted away into pure disbelief. “You were going to propose?”

This time, there’s no stopping the tears when they spring to her eyes, but Lucy still wipes at them anyway. “I loved you, Kate,” she says thickly, her heart beating fast in an unbelievably painful manner. “What do you think?”

“I thought—” Kate audibly swallows. “You told me you never wanted to get married.”

Lucy shrugs limply. “Well, you do,” she says. “Obviously not with me, but..."

Kate goes silent for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks at last, and her voice quivers like she might cry, which makes absolutely no sense.

“How could I?” Lucy scoffs. “Did you want me to stop your little spiel about ‘not fitting in each other’s lives anymore’ to say ‘hey, Kate, I actually want to propose to you. Can you maybe reconsider breaking up with me?’”

“It would’ve explained a lot, Lucy,” Kate says, stricken. “This whole time—is this why you were acting so weird?”

“I wasn’t acting weird,” Lucy says defensively.

Kate doesn’t seem to be listening. “I thought it was about your job,” she goes on, almost as if to herself. “I thought you were regretting everything.” Her cheeks glisten with silent tears, and Lucy’s stomach flips in on itself.

She doesn’t know what she’s feeling at first. Initially, Lucy assumes it’s devastation, her chest so tight with it like she might finally burst into sobs. But then she realizes it’s anger, white-hot and all-consuming, and when it explodes it comes out as:

“You didn’t even try to talk to me? If I was acting weird, fine. I don’t agree, but let’s say I was.” Lucy begins to pace, because otherwise, she might actually start crying hysterically. “Why wouldn’t you ask me what was going on?”

“I did,” Kate says softly, too softly. “You said it was work.”

Lucy pauses. “Okay, maybe that one time,” she allows. “I don’t see how that leads to dumping me.”

Kate pushes off the wall, her gaze so sorrowful and pained that Lucy has to cross her arms and pointedly look away. “I was holding you back,” she says plainly. “Your career is taking off, Lucy. You’re so famous now you get recognized every time you leave the house. I’m still a dropout law student with no idea what I’m doing in life.”

“I never cared about that.”

“But I do,” Kate says desperately. “That’s why I…that’s the only reason why I wanted to break up. It was never because I didn’t love you.” Kate has moved closer, maybe inadvertently, but Lucy jerks backwards all the same.

“It’s too late,” Lucy says—realizes. “You can’t tell me that. You’re leaving. You chose this! Kate, you—you decided to break my heart instead of trying to make this work. How do you expect me to feel?”

Kate’s hands go immediately to her hoodie strings. “I know,” she says. Twists the ends between her thumb and forefinger. “If I could take it back—”

“You can’t,” Lucy cuts her off. “You ruined it.” Her frustration is the tipping point: the tears come and they’re not pretty, hot and stinging and absolutely ruining whatever makeup she has worn today. “I’m going to go, okay? I’m going to ask Ernie to pick me up and you can just—just let me know when you’re done.”

“No, I…” Kate shakes her head. “I’ll go. Um. Don’t worry about the rest of my stuff.” She zips up her half-empty suitcase and haphazardly yanks it along, lingering briefly only by the doorway like she wants to say something else before she leaves. Lucy can see her struggle; her jaw clenches and unclenches until finally she says, “I’m sorry.”

Lucy exhales, recognizing at once she only has one chance to ask what has been bugging her this entire time. “Kate,” she says, to stop her just for one second. “Would…would you have said yes?”

Kate gazes at her so sadly that when she smiles, barely there, it is as surprising as it is heartbreaking. “Of course I would have,” she says quietly.

And without even waiting for Lucy to say anything—perhaps realizing that she won’t—Kate is leaving, and Lucy is letting her. If this was a movie, Lucy would chase her out the door; maybe get down on one knee anyway, and wait for Kate to finally accept their happily-ever-after in whatever form it takes.

But this isn’t a movie, and there is no black and white ending which will ever really satisfy them both. So Lucy sinks down onto her bed, cradles the ring box in her palm, and begins to mourn a life that was never hers to begin with.

#this is kind of a celebrity au (or adjacent)#but wow thank you for ur kind words + this prompt! i hope u like this angst too :)#kacy #kate x lucy #ncis hawaii #i need a fic tag #this angst practice has been good for me but now i need some fluff lol im hoping to finish up a sc prompt ive been chipping at too

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Just a Misunderstanding

Davy Jones x Reader

Short Summary:

Davy Jones notices how you have started to ignore him for the past couple of days. Curious as to why, he attempts to question you and figure out what's made you so grim.

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These past couple of days, Davy Jones had been watching you with high amounts of confusion. He noticed the only person he spent a lot of time with on the Flying Dutchman had grown increasingly distant. He didn't consider you a friend, but you were definitely getting there. It wasn't common for Davy Jones to know anyone that he considered anything more than an enemy.

You havn't said a word to him in days and you had been avoiding him like the plague; even avoiding his gaze and refusing to give him a passing glance. Something was off and he knew it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He watched as your posture became more slouched, and your work became more sluggish. You always seemed to be 'out of it'; almost like no emotion has touched your features in decades.

After debating on whether or not to try to talk to you, Jones finally decided that he needed some answers.

As you were heading to the sleeping quarters, you were immediately called out by your captain, Davy Jones. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him standing at the stairway leading up to the helm. You didn't even have to look him in the eyes to know that his eyes were focused on your every move.

"What's going on here? Why are you avoiding me?" He slowly walks up to your shaking form. There's a hint of confusion in his eyes, right behind the infamous look of determination.

You continued to look away, trying not to make eye contact with him. Your shoulders were slumped slightly and you spoke in a soft voice.

"I thought you were mad at me..." Your voice trembled, revealing just how much this situation had been weighing on you.

Davy Jones let out a small chuckle and took a step closer to you. You were taken aback by his laugh, thinking that you have just made the worst decision of your life by saying you thought he was mad. You wanted to move, but your body was frozen, like time stopped around you. A shiver went down your spine as you awaited for what he was about to do...

"No," he said firmly, shaking his head slightly for emphasis, "I'm not mad at you y/n."

You were slightly shocked by this response. Was he actually telling the truth? You hadn't expected such an open and honest answer from someone as cruel as Davy Jones.

"But... I dropped the main sheet cable. I messed everyone else up... they..." You felt tears prick the sides of your eyes, remembering that horrid day. You felt horrible for what you did. Everyone's job was interrupted because you couldn't hold onto a rope...

Seeing you like this didn't resonate well with Davy Jones. He's used to seeing your charismatic and joyful attitude, which ultimately surprised him given you were on the Dutchman. This ship wasn't a place for the kind-hearted, but you found the little good that it had left.

"Aye, you did cause an inconvenience for the rest of the crew... But you did not mean it, did you?"

You look up at Davy Jones, shaking your head 'no'. You really didn't mean to be a burden. Almost like he knew what you were thinking, sensing your guilt, he continued to speak to try to ease the tension in the air.

"You are fine, y/n. It was an accident, is all. Just make sure you don't let your mind wander next time. "

You could sense a form of demand as he said those last words. Not enough to frighten you, but enough to keep you in line.

You looked up at Davy with an expression that was both relieved and confused. You were relieved that Davy wasn't mad, but it was unlike him to act this way. Even with the confusion, you didn't complain. You we're getting the better side of Davy, one that most people never see.

Davy Jones gave you an understanding look and stepped closer. He noticed how you started to slowly inch backwards with every step he took.

"It's all right," Davy said as nicely as he could. "You don't have to be scared of me y/n."

'He really is good at reading people, isn't he?' You thought.

You nodded slowly in acknowledgement. Feeling more relaxed than you had before, you take in a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

You looked up into Davy's eyes then smiled sheepishly; realizing how silly your worries were.

Davy gave a small smile back, then placed one arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side embrace; not one of those awkward ones, but one filled with comfort and understanding.

You two stayed in the embrace for a few moments longer until finally letting each other go again. It felt nice to know that everything was alright between you two.

All you can think about now is how your life would have been if he never brought up this situation, but you're glad you had this talk. Turns out big ol' Davy Jones he has a soft spot for you after all, even if he may deny it.

#pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean x reader #davy jones #davy jones potc #davy jones x reader #fanfic #potc #potc x reader #i dont know what im doing #flying dutchman

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islands-0f-violence · 4 months

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Kimetsu no... Isekai?

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Not even falling asleep yet, there’s a commotion across the hall. I sigh heavily before sitting up and thinking. What are they doing now, come on, think of the plot… Zenitsu’s sudden war cry struck me.

Nezuko!

I scrambled out of the futon, almost tripping on my way to the door. I open the door and go to step out and stop. If they wanted me to meet Nezuko, they’d come to ask, right? I think it’d be pretty weird running up to their door and demanding to know what’s happening in there. The door barely made a sound as I slid it shut, choosing to stay inside my room. Honestly, there’s no reason for me to meet her. It’s not like I'm indefinitely here, so what difference would it make if Tanjiro told me about his sister or not?

I crawled back into the futon, getting comfortable again. It’ll happen eventually, I just have to give the story some time and try not to rush it. The story… I frown thinking about the current plot. I don’t know if I can bear seeing any favorites get slaughtered.

Bundling up in the blanket, I rolled over and shut my eyes tight. I tried to blank my mind out as empty as possible before falling asleep. I can’t stand sleeping on those thoughts now this is a reality.

( ˘▽˘)っ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

I jolted awake to the knocking at my door. Sitting up, I responded as one normally would. “Mom- Give me just a few moments-” And now processing the scene around me, I remembered my current situation. I felt my cheeks heat up at the instant response I had to whoever was knocking. There was slight laughter from the other side.

“It’s Tanjiro! I was just checking on you since you had slept in for a while.” The boy sounded nervous. I sighed and got up, neatening the futon I slept in up a bit.

Upon opening the door, Tanjiro was indeed standing there. “I’m awake, not dead. I promise. I mean, for now.”

Tanjiro gave a nervous chuckle. I frowned, realizing maybe that shouldn’t have been said. “Glad to see that! I wanted to know if you would like to join me and the others? There’s someone I’d like you to meet if that’s alright.” Nezuko! The grin that popped on my face was immediately wiped off, leaving Tanjiro confused. Thankfully, he never questioned it.

“Sure, that seems fine. I wasn’t sure anyone else would be joining us.” I follow behind him just across the hall. He opens his door and the other two are sitting around Tanjiro’s box. Tanjiro walks over to the box, pulling it away. I continued to stand there like a thirsty idiot, staring at Inosuke’s shirtless form. He seemed oblivious to the attention so that worked for me.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” I snap my head over to Tanjiro, humming in response. “I’m sorry, you seemed spaced out. I wanted you to meet my sister.” He opened the box and a small Nezuko popped out, careful as they had the door to the outside open. Ignoring Inosuke now, I squealed and flung myself in front of her. I reached out, but she backed away a bit causing me to retract my hands. I can’t forget she’s a person!

“Oh my, she’s so cute.” I gush, Zenitsu sitting beside me now nodding along.

“Isn’t she?! I couldn’t believe Tanjiro was carrying a girl this cute around with him this entire time!” Zenitsu fangirled.

“Tanj-” I turn to speak to him before a crow interrupts from Tanjiro’s lap.

“It is north! Northeast! To the north-northeast! Your next mission is in the north-northeast! Mt. Natagumo is your next stop! Leave now!” The boys’ faces were twisted with exasperation.

“I guess that’s what we’re doing next.” He shooed the bird away, getting up to get ready. Just vibing, I was watching him until he went to open his kimono. Oh-ho, OK, Tanjiro, I definitely don’t mind-

Ah, this is their room. I don’t think he would be doing this if-

“O-Oh, (Y/N)? If you don’t mind, we need to change real quick.” Tanjiro looked over and our eyes met, his face flushing slightly and I was caught red-handed. I got up with no complaints.

“D-Definitely, I’ll have to go and get ready to leave as well.” He looked like he wanted to say something, but before I could ask, Zenitsu spoke up.

“(Y/N)-san~ I’ll accompany you so that you’re not lonely!” I turned to see Nezuko back in her box and Zenitsu bouncing toward me. So, that’s why he’s after me now. How cruel to treat me as a replacement for Nezuko. He’s not even trying to hide it.

I held out my arm to stop him from tackling me. “No, thanks, I can do this myself.” I walked out and shut the door behind me before he could jump out after me. I entered my own room just moments after and changed into something familiar. I don’t have slayer uniforms as they do, and I’d feel weird just wearing what the nice lady had provided around. I looked over my outfit that I came in here and it appeared to be cleaner than what I had left it. How long did I sleep? Wait, if they’re leaving now, that means they got clearance from the doctor about their broken ribs.

How long was I asleep?

Damn, it!

I shake my head, I can’t think about this right now. Changing, I quickly tidy up the room. Since she was so nice to let me stay here, I might as well make it easy for her to clean up after me. I made sure everything was in order before I left the room and walked down the hall. The other three were already ready, standing around the entryway to the house.

“Finally! You’re slow!” Inosuke points dramatically at me. I scowl at him.

“Oh, shut it.” That seems to rile him up even more, which causes Tanjiro and Zenitsu to sigh.

“Let’s just go- No fighting!” Tanjiro exclaimed, grabbing my wrist to pull me with him. Antsy to leave much? Zenitsu’s whines could be heard as he followed us out and Inosuke continued to grumble but didn’t object. Soon, we stood at the gate, the old lady seeing us off. Once again, we had to hold Inosuke back due to a misunderstanding, but once that was settled, we were on our way. I could almost bounce up and down right now. I don’t know why, but nothing but excitement is what I feel right now. Should I really be this happy heading to Mt. Natagumo? I don’t think so, but the sudden realization that I’m isekai-ing is giving me an unbelievable high right now.

Zenitsu gives me a puzzled look. “I know you’re new here, but should you really be that excited about a mission?” This guy read me like a book. Actually, he probably heard it, rather than read it. I try to calm down. It’s not like I can say, ‘Sorry, the thought of traveling with some of my favorite characters is exhilarating.’

“Excited for a mission?” I echo. “Considering you guys are slaying demons, I suppose I shouldn’t. But this is the first time I’ll see them, so maybe I’m just anxious?” That’s a lie, I know he’s got to hear that damn lie. Tanjiro probably even smelled how fake that lie was, but neither spoke against it.

“Anxious is the right mood to be in,” Zenitsu mumbled.

From the corner of my eye, I could tell Tanjiro was eyeing me. It felt like he wanted to say something, but wasn’t. I ignored the feeling and kept going forward. Inosuke’s current rant about the competition on the mountain is helping suppress it.

( ˘▽˘)っ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

After several hours, the sun is finally setting. The conversation died down a little and the sound of our feet scuffing the dirt below us was the only thing exchanged. Not even minutes later, the sun was gone and the dark overtook us. I was so focused on getting to our next destination that I didn’t notice Zenitsu halted.

“G-Guys! I think we should stop here!” We paused and turned around, facing the yellow form on the ground. Was he shaking? I guess he really is terrified.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, blinking. I know what’s wrong, I just want to hear him say it. Ah, that was a little sadistic, huh?

“I-I’m nervous!” He began sweating profusely.

“The way he’s sitting is weird. I don’t like it.” Inosuke spoke up, pointing out the way Zenitsu cowered behind his own knees.

“WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHO IS WEIRD?” Zenitsu shouted, astounded at the hypocrisy Inosuke spews. “There’s no way you guys don’t feel it- Don’t get these vibes?!” He points up at the mountain behind us, therefore causing us to look up at it. We stared for a moment before Tanjiro spoke up.

“Even so, we can’t just ignore it.” He looked back at the mountain, staring a bit longer.

“I told you he was weird!” Inosuke exclaimed, pointing at Zenitsu. They began to bicker again.

“God, you guys are going to give me a headache.” I rubbed my forehead. Zenitsu squealed again.

“There’s no way you’re not scared of that mountain, huh?!” Oh, now he’s attacking me? I think about the mountain and what events should transpire. Oh, yes!

“Nope.” I snap and smile at him. No one good dies and that’s all that matters. Well, I guess I can’t say anything about myself at this time, but at the thought of eventually meeting the Hashira, I wasn’t going to complain yet. “I think we’ll be fine.” He began to bawl at these words. I suppose they solidified his need to ascend Mt. Natagumo.

“Do you guys… smell that?” Tanjiro’s sudden words grabbed our attention.

“Smell? I don’t smell anything.” I say, just barely getting the words out of my mouth before Tanjiro runs off, causing Inosuke to follow.

“Oh, come on! Don’t leave us!” Zenitsu hauled himself off the ground in a pitiful fashion. I watched his show at getting up before I shook myself and ran to catch up to the other two, effectively leaving Zenitsu behind. “Not you too!” He wailed behind me.

Before long, the body of another slayer came into visage. He collapsed on the ground, his sword out to the side, as if he barely made it down. Tanjiro begins to walk up to him to check on his state.

“Pl-Please, help me! Don’t let me die here!” Upon hearing our footsteps, he looked up, tears instantly welling in his eyes. The absolutely pitiful display of this slayer in front of me made my knees a little weak. Not scared of coming here, huh? I can’t help but feel real about this situation. I step forward, reaching out.

“W-We have to-” I go to tell them about the spider strings attached to the boy, but before the words are out of my mouth, he is flung up. His sword is discarded in his panic about being pulled back into the forest.

“No-! They were on me too!” His wails died down as whatever fate he was to endure was met. I wince, just imagining the crunch of him flinging into the ground that hard. Or worse, getting impaled through a branch. We stared after him for a bit, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tanjiro shiver. He must’ve caught a whiff of the big boy of the forest here.

Ugh, spiders.

“I’m going in.” Tanjiro’s face hardens, I can tell he’s trying to gather his resolve. Inosuke shoulders his way in front of Tanjiro.

“Stay behind me like a cowering animal. I’ll go in first. This is making me hungry.” The last part was said on a guttural growl, which I’m not gonna lie, made me feel some ways. Inosuke began to run ahead and Tanjiro hesitated after him. Tanjiro and my eyes met for a brief second before he continued to run after the boar. Was he going to ask me to stay behind? I looked at Zenitsu, who was screaming about Inosuke being a showoff and nodded once. I suppose he thinks Zenitsu and I can chill out here while they head into the forest. I grin. I won’t sit tight like at the mansion this time.

I pick up the discarded sword the slayer had left. I doubt he’ll need it anymore, unfortunately. “What are you doing?!” Zenitsu almost screams. I turn slowly to look at him and just blink, not responding. He’s doing exaggerated hand signals and making weird noises to try to get an answer out of me. In return, I finally let out a smile. His face goes from concerned to confused back to concerned so fast I don’t know if I should laugh. I salute him, turn away, and begin to run off, leaving him screaming. “(Y/N)! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

I keep running, ignoring the man yelling behind me. Eventually, I can’t hear him anymore and the trees are surrounding me. The countless spiders and webs around were hard to miss, and I began to pick my way further gingerly to avoid any of them. I keep walking, but no matter how far I go, I don’t see any signs of Tanjiro or Inosuke. I didn’t think they’d be that far ahead. I should’ve gone with them as soon as they left and not fuck with Zenitsu’s mentality. I walk around for what seems like only seconds before rustling out to my side got my attention. I looked over, gripping the sword in my hands tightly.

The bushes I’m facing are shaking now, something making its way toward me. After a moment, a body emerges and a weak slayer walks up to me. I let my guard down for a moment. He’s muttering something and I walk closer to try to listen to him. “Wh-What?”

“...kill me… Please…” He sounded so tired, but he continued to limp forward. Was he limping before? I narrowed my eyes at the man before I readied my sword again, getting ready to swing. Eyeing his back carefully, I swung out over it, feeling some resistance as threads were severed. The slayer before I collapsed, groaning as he hit the ground below him. “No… use. They’ll get me… again.” His breathing is getting more labored and when I tried to roll him onto his back, he yelped out in pain. I stopped immediately, not wanting to cause any more harm than good.

“I-I’m sorry- I just thought it’d be easier to breathe-” He cut me off.

“Leave. Get out.” Through lidded eyes, he looked up at me and pleaded. “You’re… no slayer. If I can’t live… you can’t…” Coughs racked his body and blood spewed from his lips. Swallowing, I shook my head.

“I can’t leave. Not yet.” He looked defeated at that moment, the energy that he once had draining. Before I knew it, his eyes were shut and his torso was no longer expanding. I froze and looked at the body in front of me. “H-Hello…?” I spoke and then held my breath, trying to look for any signs of life.

Nothing.

I exhaled, collapsing myself to take in the situation. Did I really just witness someone’s end of life? Slapping myself, I stood and turned away. There’s no way I can let this get to me, especially since it doesn’t compare to what he went through. I began to walk away when heavy thumps and more rustling happened again. Not another.

I turned and saw the body of the slayer I just witnessed die rise again. My blood turned cold at the sight. I should’ve expected this, but seeing it happen disturbed me on a different level. Maybe I should’ve stayed with Zenitsu. Facing the marionette's body before me, I held my sword out in defense again. The head of the body cocked itself to the side like it was observing me. Oh no, please don’t do that I might cry. Swinging my blade towards it again, aiming for the threads, the body actually dodges this time and swings back. I yelp, rolling backward awkwardly to get away from it. Standing, I get ready to face it again when I notice the body was joined with other slayers. Some were dead, and some were alive.

I’m not going to get out of this easily.

Instead of facing them with my limited ability to fight, I turn and begin to run. I rip through webs and small spiders, squishing them when I found them on myself. God, I hope there’s none of those webs attached to me. Considering I haven’t been swung around like a doll yet is probably a good sign. After a few moments, I finally break through to a clearing. “Yes-!” And a sword swings itself my way. “No-!”

I jerk myself back as the blade barely misses me and land on my ass. “Stop!” I finally focus on what’s in front of me, and it’s not entirely a nice situation. I had just run in on Inosike and Tanjiro going off against a group of puppet slayers. Tanjiro had managed to pull Inosuke back before his sword made contact with me. “Can’t you see that’s (Y/N)?!” He scolded.

Inosuke just scoffed. “All I know is we were being attacked.”

“And you- What are you doing here?! I thought I asked you to stay outside the forest?!” Tanjiro pointed at me.

“What?! All you did was look at me! You never once asked me to!” Which is true, he’s been sus the entire way here!

“I- Ugh, well you should’ve known what I meant!” Is this really happening? Is the Kamado Tanjiro trying to gaslight me? I actually laughed before I could stop myself.

Standing, I dusted off my ass. “Nope, we’re not doing this. I can’t read your mind.” His face turned red and he huffed. Wow, he’s gotta be mad if he’s this defiant this early in the series. Before I could open my mouth and say anything further, Inosuke reached forward and yanked me behind him, tossing me toward Tanjiro. I grunted as I came in contact with Tanjiro, him steading both of us. I regained my sense of balance and turned towards Inosuke, ready to tell him off when I saw him run headfirst into a puppet. I swallowed the curse words I was about to say, suddenly feeling grateful.

The force with which he hit them sent them flying, getting tangled around branches. “That’s it-” Tanjiro pulled away from me, running towards another puppet, pulling off such an attack that forced them into the same position. “All we have to do is tangle them up! Then they can’t move. Maybe we can save them this way.” He and Inosuke began to run at others.

Oh shit, can I even do that? I’m not too positive. Speaking of which, in front of me now stood a puppet, she was trembling but kept swinging her sword to the pulls of her strings. Her face contorted with a newfound pain each time she was forced to move. Gritting my teeth, I readied my sword. Someone has got to put her out of her misery, whether she dies or is hanging by a tree. No matter what I choose to do, she’ll end up dead. Turning my sword to where the butt of the handle was facing out, I charged at her as fast as I could. I pushed the hilt into her sternum, pushing harder to force her into the air.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough force to wrap her around the large branches like how the other two were doing it. But, it did get her caught, just barely hanging in such a way that her body couldn’t be utilized in such a macabre manner anymore. I turned to the boys beside me, smiling in triumph at my small victory. They had already shoved several more bodies into the branches by the time I had gotten my one up. Taking a few breaths, Tanjiro met my gaze for a moment to assess whether I was clear over here. He managed to let out a half smile at me in response to my small accomplishment. Looking around once more, I realized the current situation wasn’t about to be as nice as it seemed. I let my expression falter to panic before I could mask my realization.

Realizing himself, Tanjiro turned and looked upwards at the twisted scene of bodies hanging. Inosuke barely made it to the next guy in front of him to flip into the trees when he stopped, too. The three of us were forever haunted by the sickening crunch each neck gave as the demoness controlling them finished them off. I bit my lower lip, frustrated with how Rui must’ve just gotten cross with his ‘mother.’

“Damn it! That damn thing went and killed them all!” Inosuke exclaimed, caught off guard by the sudden action. To say my stomach didn’t turn would be a lie, but it was hard to mourn when I knew it was coming. Unless we had killed the mother sooner, there was no way to save them. I was dallying about and I could’ve warned them.

Gripping my sword in self-loathing, I watched as Tanjiro approached the dead slayer slumped on the ground. He seemed to study the body for a moment, most likely trying to get a whiff of the demoness that was controlling them. After a moment, he stood.

“Let’s go.”

“No argument here.”

“Aye,” I responded.

Tanjiro breathes in before he begins to run in a chosen direction. Inosuke and I follow without complaint. Well, I have a few complaints but that’s mostly about my unhealthiness. God, I can barely keep up with running with these guys. Over my panting, I heard Tanjiro call out Inosuke’s name. He responded with a low growl. “I’ll hack his head off.” Blinking hard, I focused my vision through the dark to see what they were talking about.

Inosuke jumps and goes to land an attack on the puppet and I run into Tanjiro’s back, distracted from trying to see the monster ahead. “S-Sorry-” I push out, but Tanjiro is focused on the headless being in front of us.

“It’s got no head!” Inosuke was equally as shocked as Tanjiro, it seemed.

Shaking himself out of it, he lined up his sword with the beast. “Listen! Slice from that point in its neck and follow through all the way to its opposite hip. It’s a lot of mass, but I’m sure we can- Wait!” He explains, and once Inosuke charges ahead he’s demanding him to stop. “Don’t go alone!”

He attempts to attack it and fails. In the middle of another charge, a spider begins to wrap its threads around his limbs. “H-Huh?! I can’t move!” The monster is now dashing towards him, ready to slice through his torso.

Tanjiro and I rushed forward to help, I went behind Inosuke and cut the threads while Tanjiro stood in front and blocked the attack. I supported Inosuke’s weight as he fell back onto his feet.

“Are you OK?” I asked, looking up at him.

Like in the anime, Inosuke seems to look at the two of us with an emotion I can’t describe. If I absolutely needed to, I’d say it was embarrassment maybe? Oh, well.

“Inosuke, (Y/N). This is a tough opponent, but I’m sure if we work together we can definitely defeat him!” Tanjiro gave us his words of encouragement.

Inosuke’s morale increased 5+!

“STOP! You’re making me feel even giddier than before!” He definitely was embarrassed. I snickered. “This thing’s in my way!”

Tanjiro turned and knelt just a few feet in front of us. “Go! Jump!” The boar seemed to get the idea as he charged forward and used the box on Tanjiro’s back as a step to expunge himself into the air. Once there, he took out the monster’s arm. Tanjiro threw his leg weight backward, balancing on his head. Upon trying to swing, he begins to fall backward. I quickly jump forwards, sliding on my knees to make it in time and supporting him, keeping him up right-or should I say, upside down? I watched from my front-row seat as Tanjiro readied himself for his fourth form. Swinging, he took out the monster’s legs in a quick swipe. “Now, Inosuke!”

Not missing a beat, Inosuke came down, slashing his serrated blades exactly as Tanjiro had instructed earlier. I watched with wide eyes as he finished the monster off, slicing through like butter. The being was no more.

“You did it!” Tanjiro cheered.

“Hell yeah!” I chimed in, happy I didn’t die from a stray sword coming my way. The boar just stared, contemplating something in response. On cue, he began to charge towards Tanjiro, scooping him up and flinging him with nothing but raw, brute force into the air. I watched him fly, flailing until he caught a whiff of the demoness.

“Whew, I gotta say, that’s an 8.5/10.”

“Huh?” The boar beside me questioned, confused.

I sighed. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t expect you to understand in the first place.” He snorted in response. I eyed his form, looking over the gashes littering his body from the fight against the puppets. “Here, let me do something about that.” I grab at the bottom of my shirt, ripping from the bottom of the seem to grab a few pieces of cloth. By the time I had grabbed what I thought I needed, I was left with a crop top. I can’t be picky about what I wear right now, I suppose.

Eying the cloth in my hands suspiciously, Inosuke took a few steps back. “Take care of what?!” What does he think, I’m a mob boss?

“Your wounds, dipshit.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer before he could get too far for me to reach him and catch up. He fought back, but once I got the first cloth wrapped around the gash in his arm, he stopped and let me continue. I hummed lightly while wrapping him to pass the time. I might as well get this out of the way, I’m sure Tanjiro would be concerned with this as soon as he gets back, and that’ll be less for him to do. I finished up his other arm and moved down to his torso. He flinched slightly every time I grazed the skin of his chest or back when I was tying the cloth around him, but no complaints other than that. “Perfect, I hope that helps you a bit.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked over my work in response. Feeling smug with how there were no complaints about my work, I kept an eye out for Tanjiro in the direction he was thrown. Inosuke jerking me around to face him ruined that for me. “What are you doing? Did I miss something? Ahh-!” I squeal as he grabs at the new bottom of my shirt, tearing more off. Stuttering, I tried to get him to stop. “I-Inosuke, stop- You’re going to take all of the shirt! I still want to be covered up.” I could feel my face heating up but was unable to prevent him from getting an extra few inches of cloth off my shirt. Looking down at my torso, I began to fret at how little cloth was left. At least it could be considered a shirt still.

I felt a firm hand grip my leg, causing me to look down at Inosuke kneeling before me. Before I could question him further, he began to wrap it around my calf. Bending to look, there were some minor scratches on my leg from where I had tripped earlier. It was nothing fatal and could've been done without the wrap. “There. I can do this too!” He stood, finished with his sloppy tie job. He stood there with his hands on his waist, admiring his own job.

I laughed. “Well, thank you.” Watching his form, his breathing was ragged. He’s exhausted from all of this and I’m not surprised. I haven’t done even half of what they’re doing and I feel like I can sleep for weeks. The sound of footsteps grabbed our attention, and we looked over to see Tanjiro walking up to us.

“Did you finish the demon?!” Inosuke pointed dramatically, demanding an answer.

“Yes! Of course, I did.” He looked over at Inosuke as I did, except he seemed more relaxed seeing the bandages.

“Are you doing OK, Tanjiro?” I ask, tilting my head. I know Inosuke won’t ask, so I feel like I should. “How’re your injuries?” I begin to reach out and pat his arms and torso down.

His face bloomed red as he tried to stop me. “No, I’m good. My injuries aren’t that bad. I promise.” He held my wrists now, stopping me from giving him a pat down.

“Mm, OK, I’m just making sure.” I went to pull my arms away, and he held me tighter. “Tanjiro?”

“I think, now that we have this time, you should go back down the mountain. Inosuke, you should go with her. With your injuries, you don’t need to be here and you can also make sure she gets down-” I jerk my hands out of his grasp.

“No, thank you, let’s go, Inosuke. I’m having fun.” We both dash off away from Tanjiro, giggling as he ran exasperatedly after us. I stopped at the edge of a river. “Oo, look there are stepping stones!” I point at a path crossing the river.

Inosuke makes a b-line for the path, jumping around on the rocks. While he was fucking around, Tanjiro ran out of the brush into the river clearing with us.

“There was no excuse to run like that!” He puffed his cheeks out. I turned away and poked at the river water below me.

“Sorry, I couldn’t let you coerce me and Inosuke into leaving. I had to leave before your sweet words were processed by this.” I tap my head, still not looking at him. Before I could say anything else, movement caught my eye. I snapped my gaze up and looked across the river where a pair of pale eyes met mine. “Tanjiro, Inosuke, demon.” I said calmly, not leaving her gaze.

Inosuke cries out, drawing his swords and rushing at the spider girl across the river, hopping from stone to stone with precision.

“Now, father!” She called out, giving the signal to–I never thought I’d have to describe this–a large, buff spider man. And no, not Spiderman as the marvel character. Like, this was a large buff man with the face of a spider. And yes, in real life this is absolutely terrifying to face. I’m glad to say that I’ve never had the monster fucking urge for this character.

“Who are you calling father?!” Inosuke questioned and soon went quiet as he popped up.

“Ohh, man. This guy seems messy.” I hold my sword up. Tanjiro glances over at me.

“You’re not holding that right.” I shot him a look saying ‘not the time.’ He shivered and nodded, choosing life today.

Inosuke’s body being forced back as the man landed in front of him snapped us out of our conversation. I watched as the spider girl from before watched the scene for a few moments before sliding into the trees.

“Don’t you come near my family!” The demon lunged at Inosuke again, causing him to jump backward. Inosuke had barely jumped out of distance, so taking this chance at the demon’s miscalculation, Tanjiro quickly struck down at his arm, failing to sever it despite the force behind his blow.

I glanced past them where the girl had slipped away and saw that the stone path was clear once again. I looked back at their fight and decided it wasn’t going to stay clear for long. “I’m going after the girl-” And without waiting for a response, I ran ahead, almost slipping on the wet stones.

I run forwards, searching. It’s been so long, a half an hour maybe? I’m not too sure where she is. Tanjiro only finds her and her brother because he’s literally thrown over there. “Fuck, of course, I would choose to do something nearly impossible for me. It’s not like I can smell where the Kizuki is.” I slow my pace, trying not to stray obscenely far from where Tanjiro and Inosuke are fighting.

However, I feel like if I don’t press forward, I’ll never find the spider demons. God, just thinking about it makes me think about how lucky I am. I have zero sword knowledge and I’m surviving–barely–here on Mt. Natagumo with slayers!

I took a few breaths and forced a smile. I can make it through this. So, I’ll keep going forward-

And there was no longer any ground underneath me.

In the midst of my self-encouragement, I lost focus on the landscape around me. The ground suddenly turned into a slick slope, falling out beneath me and causing me to yelp and tumble down. After several long seconds of rolling down a hill, I finally hit flat land–and a tree.

“Oof,” I grunt, catching the wind that was knocked out of me from hitting the tree so hard. I sat there for a few minutes, inhaling slowly to avoid the sharp pains in my ribcage for now. They seem to subside and I haul myself to my feet, continuing forward since I can’t climb the slope safely. I finally walked up a path. I’m so thankful because I was getting tired of the random tree roots I’d trip over. At least now I can see where I’m stepping. The tree just ahead is where I’m about to lean against to catch my breath. My ribs are killing me.

I take only a few more steps forward when I hear screaming. It’s getting louder as if it’s coming straight at me. I look around, trying to pinpoint the source when Tanjiro comes flipping in, landing an attack on the tree I was about to rest against. I stare at him, seeing my life flash before my eyes for the first time since waking up in this world.

“Whew, I stuck the landing…” He’s out of breath, shocked that he survived such a fall. Taking a deep breath, he snaps his head towards me. “(Y/N)? You made it all the way out here?!” He scrambled up, looking me over.

I nodded. “I fell most of the way, so don’t praise me yet.” I gave a dry laugh and pointed out my side. The area around my ribs is starting to bruise and with the lack of shirt because of Inosuke, it’s easy to see. He frowned and reached out, fingers trailing across my injury softly.

I swallowed at the action and went to say something when an intense scream was heard. It was feminine and there was no way it was not Rui torturing his sister. I crouched down, pulling Tanjiro with me and walking forward several feet until we got to a clearing.

Just in front of us was the spider sister, kneeling in front of Rui. Obvious blood dripped and pooled from her face. As much as I wanted to avert my gaze, I needed to watch this interaction.

“You two. What are you looking at? This isn’t a play.” We stiffened up at his call out.

“If you didn’t want anyone to watch, why do it in a public space?” I questioned.

Tanjiro looked over at me exasperatedly and then back at the spider boy. “This is… wrong! Why are you hurting her? Aren’t you on the same side?”

“‘Same side’? You don’t know anything about us. She is family, and what happens in the family stays in the family. We’re connected by a powerful bond.” I couldn’t help but laugh at this.

“‘Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'.” I mocked. This received glares from all around the room, so I coughed and shut my mouth.

“Shut it, marechi.” He glared over at me. Marechi? Jesus, fuck, there’s no way they set this to hard mode and made me a marechi upon dumping me in this world. I’m lucky this is our first encounter with a demon! “If you two insist on interfering, I’ll carve you up.” Rui held up the web in his hands threateningly.

Tanjiro shook his head. “No… This isn’t a bond of familial ties. All I smell is fear and hatred here. This isn’t a sisterly bond you share, it’s a bond out of force and submission. Nothing like that is having a true family. It’s fake, just a forgery.” Looking over at the girl on the ground, she began to cry. The absolute truth of Tanjiro’s words getting under her skin.

“What,” Rui demanded, his facade breaking and anger consuming his face. “You… You little…” He glared at us.

Looking over his shoulder, movement caught my gaze. A male slayer was making his way toward Rui with his sword drawn. I brought my hands up and tried to get his attention, drawing lines at my neck to hit at he’s gonna die if he continues with what he was doing.

“Now, it’s my time to shine… I will take down this demon…!” The boy ignored every warning. “This one looks manageable and will leave my pocket full!”

“Hold on, you don’t want to do that-” Tanjiro called out, also trying to stop him.

I could hear it before I saw it happen. The subtle squelch as threads made their way through his entire body. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, not wanting to see the chunks of meat that were falling to the ground. Thud, thud, thud… The sound was sickening, but I forced my eyes open since it was over with.

“Now, what did you just say?” Tanjiro faced Rui defensively. “I said, what did you just say?” The seething look Rui had did not fail to keep me in my spot, frozen. He still kept quiet, thinking about this situation must really have his gears going. Rui became more and more impatient with each second that passed. “Well? Explain it to me at once!”

Tanjiro’s face hardened. “Of course! I would be glad to. What you have is NOT a family bond. It’s nothing!” This only confirmed the demon's hatred in front of us more.

“Yeah, you heard him, you’re nothing but a bitch that forces people to be your family because you’re unlikeable.” Not completely true, but I figured since I’m here I might as well throw some gasoline on the fire.

The look I received from Tanjiro was well worth the massive cut I took to the leg for saying that though. “Erk-” I knelt now, pressing a hand over the fast-bleeding wound. “Worth.”

“You two… I’m not going to kill you in a single strike. However, if you take what you just said, I’ll give you a merciful death.”

“No thank you!”

“I refuse! Not on your life!” I smirked and Tanjiro readied himself for the fight. From behind Rui, I could see the sister gaping at us. Well, probably more at Tanjiro. He is defending her right to a stable family bond more so than I am. I’m just here for the show, to be honest, and these two demons are irredeemable.

They stare off for a moment before Rui finally weaves his webs to attack. “Watch out” Tanjiro shoves me away, and I roll with the inertia that gave me. However, that didn’t spare me as in seconds webs are tangled around my wrists and ankles. They tighten and blood begins to well at the threads. I let go of the sword I held, vocalizing my discomfort.

“(Y/N)!” Tanjiro calls out, watching as I’m hoisted up and hanging from a tree.

“Don’t bother with her or I’ll have her in finer slices than the slayer from earlier.” Once again, he attacked, this time at Tanjiro. He managed to dodge and create some distance between the two.

I swallowed around the thread that appeared around my neck. “Don’t worry about me Tanjiro, just focus on fighting.” Giving a slight nod, he got back into battle stance and charged at Rui.

“Water breathing, first form, water surface slash!” He brought the breath-powered sword down onto the thread before him, attempting to slice him. I wince at the sharp sound of metal breaking and Tanjiro stares wide-eyed at the now-halved sword in front of him and barely dodges the thread. He managed to survive it, but now a large cut adorned his cute face.

I watched helplessly as he struggled to get up, having trouble accepting his sword's break. His panting is audible and it’s taking everything he has to dodge all the threads Rui is throwing his way. I doubt that box with Nezuko is making anything better on him. Damn, I should’ve convinced him to let me hold her earlier. At least then he could use everything to fight instead of protect and carry her plus some.

“Are you really not going to take what you said back?” The demon asked. It’s like he expected us to beg for our lives on our knees in front of him. That’s the kind of complacency that gets you killed, people. He stands there for a moment, giving Tanjiro time to consider. After a few moments, he readies his web again. “I see, you still won’t. I’ll end this now, then.” Spreading his hands, he beckons a collection of webs above Tanjiro, closing in on him at a worrying speed.

I felt my heart racing, and I pulled against the webbing that bound me. “T-Tanjiro!” I pulled and pulled, but the webs only caused more blood to flow.

And then I blinked and Nezuko was there. I had nearly forgotten she entered this fight as well. Her muffled grunt was easily heard as she took the hit for Tanjiro. Blood splatters across the ground in front of them, mockingly in a web pattern.

“Nezuko!” Tanjiro instantly panics and picks her up, hauling her away to the sidelines. Unfortunately, they weren’t in my sight any longer and my only entertainment was the look that painted Rui’s face after witnessing that.

“That girl, she came from the box… and protected him? But I’m sure she’s one of us?” His sister observed, confused as to why a demon was fighting for a human. Glancing over at Rui, his body was overcome with convulsion. He was shaking in what looked like fear, but knowing what I do now, this satisfies me to watch him consider the situation.

“Th-That girl… Is she your sister?” He brings a shaky hand up, pointing at Nezuko. I can hear faint whimpering, and I can only assume that’s her in pain. God, why did Tanjiro have to pick such a hard place to see if it was just going to be in Rui’s line of sight anyways?

“So what if she is?!” I hear from Tanjiro. There’s a franticness in his voice I can’t place. He must be concerned about Nezuko’s injuries…

“She’s been turned into a demon… And despite that, she’s stayed with you. She even protected you! That… That is a genuine bond.” This demon is on Cloud 9, watching the way the two siblings interact. “I will have that.”

The sister looked at him with great concern. “Rui! What are you thinking? I’m your elder sister! You can’t abandon me-” She begins to plead her case, but is cut off abruptly by Rui’s threads. He swung back once and suddenly she was in 3, no 4? pieces. I swallow roughly, watching the grotesque situation. This girl is nearly as brainwashed as her ‘mother’ was. I hate that she’s got to stick to his side in order to live. “Pl-Please… don’t do this, forgive me.” Tears welled on her severed head.

He looked at her and contemplated for a few moments before responding. “Fine, if you wish to be forgiven, go kill the remainder of the humans wandering the mountainside.” Her body made its way pitifully to her head before picking it up.

“Y-Yes, brother.” She turned and began to jog away, not even bothering to reattach her head.

“You know it’s a lie. He’s just going to continue this abuse and it’ll be like you’re never forgiven.” I watched as she hesitated in her steps again before continuing, ignoring the words I said. The thread around my throat tightened and I gasped at the sudden pain. Rui never said anything, just kept his gaze on Tanjiro and Nezuko.

“(Y/N)!” Tanjiro called out, concerned about the sudden action.

“You, come out and talk to me. Just the two of us.” Rui coaxed, ignoring his exclamation. There was another silent moment and the demon took this time to continue. “What just transpired here had made me feel something I can’t explain. Such a feeling here,” he placed his hand over his chest. “And it was your family bond that caused such. You’re facing death now, and it’s inevitable. I want to give you a way out. And it involves your sister. I would like you to give her to me.” “You’re mad. That’s unnegotiable.”

Rui continued. “As of today, she is no longer your little sister and is instead mine. And for that, you get to keep your life.”

“You don’t think I’d ever agree to that, do you? Nezuko is a person, not a thing! She has her own desires and feelings like everyone else! There would be no bond with you, just a facade!”

“Oh, but there will be a bond. A bond I shall instill with terror and force. There will be no doubt she will be the perfect little sister.”

“Using fear is not the way! And until you understand that, you’ll never be satisfied!” Tanjiro bit back.

“Would you mind stopping shouting? It’s clear we don’t agree.”

Tanjiro enters my field of vision again, having discarded the box. “There’s no way I’m letting you take Nezuko!”

The demon in front of him just laughed. “Fine, let’s see how you fair against one of the 12 Kizuki.” He lifted the hair covering his left eye, revealing a number. Now, I don’t speak Japanese, but I know that it says lower 5. “In a family, everyone has a role. The parents must protect the children, the elder children must protect the younger ones, and so forth. All of this at the risk of their own lives, of course. And you play a role in it as well: to give me your sister.”

Tanjiro just stared, trying to figure out a way to kill the demon and keep everyone safe. Rui was not a fan of the effort that was being placed into defeating him.

“That look… You’re plotting, aren’t you? You should’ve just taken the deal.” Weaving quickly, he jerked Nezuko out of the place Tanjiro had placed her to rest. She was clearly shocked and could hardly move from his grasp. Tanjiro glared at the demon that held his sister against his hip now. Tanjiro began to dash towards them and Nezuko took this chance to slice at Rui’s face. In mere seconds, I watched as he pulled her above them with ease, holding her with the webbing I was cast in.

Noticing her disappearance, Tanjiro stopped after avoiding his attack. “Above you!” I shouted, but it was too late and his extended, broken sword was drenched with her blood. He looked up, eyes widening at the sight of his sister suspended in the air, trapped in the web.

“She’s been bad, so I’ll definitely have to punish her. Perhaps bleed for a while. And if that doesn’t fix her, she can stay there until the sun appears.” Rui announced his plans, further getting under Tanjiro’s skin.

“I won’t allow it!” He went after the demon again, trying to land a hit. I could only watch as he was slapped around, cut further with the web, and tossed to the side like trash. The demon seemed to enjoy playing around with him.

“Here, go ahead and cut my head off. Well, go ahead and try.” Tanjiro cautiously approached him before swinging with all of his might, the broken blade meeting Rui’s neck. Unfortunately, it didn’t sever it. “What a shame. My body is so much more durable than yours ever could be. You never had a chance against me.” I watched as he kneed Tanjiro, launching him away.

Nezuko couldn’t bear watching the battle continue and began to struggle in the webs. “No, Nezuko! Stay still!” I yelled, pleading with her to stop resisting. My words were futile as Rui tightened his hold on her, causing her to scream out in pain.

“Nezuko!”

“That must have been the first smart thing out of your mouth today.” He looked at me and I swallowed. The threads suddenly tightened around me and it took everything not to scream out as Nezuko had. He seemed to take a deep breath in, relishing the newfound blood loss. “Oh, how I can’t wait to devour you. It makes fighting this battle much more worth it. And if my new sister is obedient, she can have a taste, of course.” I spit at him, it not going anywhere near him since he was so far away. “Just be lucky I want to eat you fresh, human.”

This little banter gave Tanjiro enough time to prepare for his next move. Without warning, he leaped forward. “Water breathing, 10th form! Constant flux!” He began to cut through the threads with ease, making his way closer to Rui. The demon sensed this sudden change and decided to step up a bit.

“Ignorant fool, did you really think those threads were at max strength?” Suddenly, the webbing began to turn red and it got easier to see. Tanjiro seemed to falter for a moment before his form completely changed. I watched with wide eyes as the threads disintegrated. Rui’s movements became more and more panicked the closer Tanjiro cut. Finding a weak spot, he immediately went to take out Tanjiro, using the threads around him to stop him-

And everything went up in flames. My gaze was immediately brought to Nezuko who had reached out. She had used her own blood to set off the explosion and- yes! Tanjiro was able to land a hit on his neck!

“N-No!” Rui screamed. “This isn’t supposed to happen, the marechi-” He reached out towards me, pulling his fingers forward to jerk me over to him, and to my surprise, I stayed put. His head was sliced clean off of his shoulders. He and I stared at each other as his head flew across the clearing, the disbelief clear in his eyes.

“Haha! That’s what you get, bitch!” I cheer, happy to finally be free. Well, not for too long. I forgot how high I was. Once the threads melted away, I was left to fall from God knows how high up. I land on the side with the injured ribs and choke for a moment on the pain. Fuck. Me.

“Nezuko! (Y/N)! I won…” Tanjiro sat there and appreciated himself. I smiled and picked myself off the ground, limping towards him. Whew, that gash in my leg is not doing too well.

The victory is short-lived though. “You thought you could win that easily? Oh, I’m going to make you and your sister's lives a short, living hell.” Rui was up and walking towards us again. Or actually, does it look like he’s coming towards me? Nah, I wasn’t the one who cut his head off. “I’m going to absolutely destroy you. And I’m going to start with the marechi there. I’m going to eat your own friend in front of you and then use that power I gain from her to torture the two of you.” He laughed maniacally, attaching more threads to me.

I quickly look around for a weapon and see none, but it’s too late as I’m getting dragged toward the demon. “W-Wait, you won’t like me! I don’t taste good!” I was now in his grasp, one of his hands in my hair pulling my head back and the other around my arm, keeping it adhered to my side.

He licked his lips, now attaching his head. “Oh, but from experience, marechi blood tastes sweeter than the finest fruit.” I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to look as he opened his mouth and began to bite down.

There was pressure, and then there wasn’t. I opened my eyes to find the demon nowhere near me, and instead, another figure stood above me. Blinking, I tried to comprehend what just happened. “I’ll take it from here.” He barely spared me a glance, but I didn’t need to see his face to know this was Giyuu Tomioka. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and slumped to my knees. I think this was the closest to death I’ve ever been.

From our spots on the ground, we watched as Giyuu faced off with Rui. My body felt shaky and weak. Crashing from adrenaline is not fun. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tanjiro slowly make his way over to Nezuko’s body.

Back to the battle, Giyuu had used a technique to destroy the threads that were in his way. The 10th, no, 11th form of water breathing. Within moments, Giyuu was behind the demon, and his head was severed once again. Except for this time, there was no way back. The battle was over. I watched as the body stumbled over to Tanjiro, collapsing beside him. In consolidation, Tanjiro reached out and placed a comforting hand on its back. Nothing was said, but I’m sure there was no need for words.

Giyuu chose this moment to disrespect people, so he walked up on what remained of the demon and looked down at Tanjiro. “It was a demon. There was no need for remorse. It had spent centuries tormenting and slaughtering people.”

Tanjiro gripped the clothing that remained. “I will never hesitate to bring my blade down on a demon that threatens humanity. That being said, I will also not disrespect their memories as you see… They were once human like me too. I don’t see demons as horrible, terrifying creatures, but more so tragic and helpless ones. They can’t help that they’re demons, and it’s sad they lose so much by becoming one.” I took this time during his explanation to make my way up and behind Giyuu. Without gaining his attention, as quickly as I could in my injured state, I hit the back of his knees, causing his weight to collapse. Before he could fall on Tanjiro, I shoved him from the side to redirect his fall.

“That's what you get for disrespecting people.” I looked down at him with a disapproving glare.

He didn’t respond, just stared back in utter shock. He looked over to the side and within a second I was back on the ground and he was over Tanjiro and Nezuko’s bodies, his blade drawn to deflect the blade of his partner who finally showed up.

I watched as the butterfly girl gracefully flipped to a stop before turning and facing us with a serene smile on her face. “Now why would you get in my way? And I thought you could never get along with demons, at least that is what you had just told me earlier. This kind of thing is why no one likes you, Tomioka.” She narrowed her eyes, her smile never leaving her face. “Now then, would you please move, Giyuu?”

“I don’t… I don’t think I’m that disliked.” He stated seriously. There was a pause where everyone had a look of shock as they processed what he said.

“Oh, my… I didn’t realize that would bother you so much. I do apologize. Especially since this is the first you’re hearing about it.” Not gonna lie, seeing this happen in front of me is hilarious. Tanjiro gave an inquisitive look towards Giyuu, but he didn’t comment on it. “Oh, boy there. That’s a demon that you’re protecting, I’m going to need you to move so you don’t get hurt.” Shinobu explained.

Tanjiro sat up, hugging Nezuko close to his chest. “No, you don’t understand! Well, you’re right about the demon part, she’s different! Nezuko is my sister! She’s my little sister…” He gripped her tight.

Shinobu’s facade broke just a bit, revealing pity. “Oh you poor thing, I’ll use a gentle toxin to kill her, don’t worry.” Her smile was back and sickeningly sweet.

“Can you guys move?” Giyuu questioned without his eyes leaving Shinobu.

It takes him a moment, but Tanjiro answers. “Y-Yes, thank you!” He scoops Nezuko up and runs off with her.

“I’mma catch a ride with them if know what I mean,” I say, chuckling nervously before I sprint off after them. It’s hard to keep up with this leg, but I can just make them out ahead of me. I’ll keep following as long as I can. I glanced back behind me to check for followers and saw nothing, easing my pace for the sake of my leg.

There’s suddenly a commotion from ahead of me and it’s hard to make out what they’re saying over my breathing. I break into a clearing with Kanao on the scene, sitting on top of Tanjiro. He’s unconscious and it looks like he just told her to run for it.

I give a salute to the girl, also breaking her poker face to display shock at the sight of me. Yeah, to be fair, if I were to see a half-naked girl covered in blood salute me and run off, I would also be confused. Sprinting ahead, I almost catch up to Nezuko when Kanao dashes in front of me, swinging out and attempting to slice her head off. I shriek before realizing she shrunk to avoid the sword. I took a deep breath and pushed forward. Kanao was getting fed up with chasing her and decided to try to end it all. Lunging forward, she almost made it to Nezuko before I tackled the little demon out of her way. I shielded her body and the slayer attempted to shove me off of her so she could get to the neck.

“No! You won’t get Nezuko!” I hugged her tighter to my chest, trying to cover her completely from Kanao’s orders.

And like an angel sent from above, a crow began to chant from above us. “I have a message from headquarters! Tanjiro, Nezuko, and (Y/N) are to be captured and brought back to headquarters!” He began to repeat the message, even including descriptions of us. I sigh and roll over, Nezuko peeking out and observing the situation. I’m way too tired to complain about me needing to go.

“If you couldn’t tell, this is Nezuko.”

“... I can.”

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— surprising them with a kiss !

˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ characters ! tanjiro k., inosuke h., zenitsu a., tomioka g., kyojuro r., and sanemi s.

˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ genre ! fluff, slight angst on giyuu's part.

˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ notes ! kimetsu no yaiba has a vise grip on my life rn and i just wanna give them love <3 ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ i got a little carried away, these became like little fics omg

･ﾟ✧*: tanjiro kamado couldn't be any more perfect. he's thoughtful, kind, caring, and sometimes a doting partner. you figured that's how he showed his love, by making sure you look and feel good every time you both step in and out of your home.

yet sometimes it can take him literal hours when he's fussing on you, making sure you have brought the right equipment, that you didn't miss any meeting or appointment, making sure you eat complete meals every day, reminding you to sleep at a reasonable time and always there in case you needed help with a kind smile on his face.

you both just got home after a mission and are still recovering from your wounds from the previous battle.

tanjiro was like a whirlwind — zooming in and out of rooms, getting medicine, and the necessary materials to dress your wounds while he's still roughed up himself.

“honey, maybe you could—” you were cut off by his two hands cupping your face, turning it this way and that.

“we need to clean your wounds first, don't want them getting infected, right?” he smiled gently before hurling off to who-knows-where.

“please, honey, just listen to me for a bit?”

“oh, i found the gauze!” you huffed as he completely ignored you, limping his way back to where you're sitting on the bed.

“now where were we? oh, your head wound!”

as he was leaning in to clean your wound, you grabbed his hand and zeroed in on his lips, kissing him deeply as you felt his breath hitch.

he blinked a few times as you pulled away, a satisfied smirk on your face when you saw his blushing and surprised expression.

“i'm fine, tanjiro. just let me take care of you for now, okay?”

･ﾟ✧*: inosuke hashibira was looking extra fine that day and you just couldn't help how pretty he looked. sensing your stares, he turned his head to you with a scowl on his face but it only made him look prettier in your opinion.

“what are you looking at?” he muttered.

“nothing.” you replied.

he let it pass this time, turning back to whatever he was doing but he can still feel you boring holes at the back of his head.

he doesn't mind you staring as he knew he's great and all. after all, he is the king of the mountain, the lord inosuke, so of course you'd stare in awe.

but this is getting out of hand even for him.

“will you quit it?!” he growled, his frown deepening.

his eye twitched when you only laughed out loud because of his reaction.

oh, so you were making fun of him!

“let me tell you something, y/n! a lowly creature like you don't get to make fun of lord inosuke!” he fumed through gritted teeth.

“what? nooo, no, i'm not making fun of you, inosuke!” you immediately tried to console him.

“then why the hell are you staring, huh?!”

instead of answering, you figured you'd just show him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

“W-WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME?” he raged, standing up and pointing a finger at you, his boar mask pulled down over his face so you couldn't see him blushing.

“i just think you look so kissable today, silly.”

･ﾟ✧*: zenitsu agatsuma has been whining since you step foot in the forest. he kept saying how there must be scarier beasts lurking in the dark waiting to eat you both other than demons and that he'd rather get eaten by demons than a wild bear, no wait – he'd rather just fight a demon than get eaten by a wild bear.

honestly, you paid no mind to his usual ramblings as he cried out, a steady stream of tears pouring down his face. he gets into his own head every time he lets his anxieties and overthinking get the best of him.

good thing you were paired up with him for this mission as you have just the thing to do in these kinds of situations. shaking your head at him fondly, you leaned in and kissed his lips.

“don't worry, we'll kick their butts: wild beast or demon. you're gonna do great, ‘nitsu!” you intertwined your hands in his as you smiled at him.

zenitsu froze for a hot minute before he regained his composure, more confident and braver than before.

how in the world did he have such a kind, comforting, beautiful and supportive lover like you?! surely, the gods have blessed him with such luck to even have you gracing his life. he wants you to marry him already.

“that's what i'm talking about, y/n-chan! we're going to defeat ALL the demons! you're giving me more kisses after, right?”

･ﾟ✧*: tomioka giyuu can't help but let his thoughts spiral down again. his mood was getting worse lately and he wonders why someone like you even likes to be around someone like him? surely, there are people who you would rather spend your time with? someone much more interesting, someone who doesn't have trouble voicing their feelings to you, someone who won't let their negative thoughts consume them on a daily basis.

a pout formed on your lips as you gazed at giyuu who's lost in thought, a frown on his face and a sad, faraway look on his eyes. he's been like this lately — you know something is troubling him and you're patient enough to wait for him to come to you. but this has got to stop. you want to see your beautiful boy smile again.

so, without moving so much as not to startle your boyfriend, you cupped his cheek with your other hand while the other moved his fringe and placed a tender kiss upon his forehead.

that surely caught his attention as you saw his eyes snap up to you, his face blooming with a blush as his features softened — the barest of smiles ghosting his lips.

“you're wonderful and i love you. nobody else, okay? i'll be here when you're ready.” you rested your lips on his temple as you hugged him close. you felt him wrap his arms around you, burying his face on the crook of your head.

“thank you, my love.”

･ﾟ✧*: rengoku kyojuro laughed boisterously as he took you down for the tenth time that day as you sparred. this has been a daily occurence between you two, and in a way, has been one of the things you bond over with.

you get to spend time with each other while also helping each other train, getting better both physically and mentally. plus, kyojuro gives helpful feedback and he's like your personal trainer.

except, you just can't win against him. you've done every trick in the book and there's just no outsmarting this guy. if you didn't love him, you'd surely be fuming right now.

“aw, what's the matter, y/n? getting tired?” he genuinely asked with a huge smile on his face, although there's a hint of teasing in there that you noted.

standing up again, you grabbed your wooden sword and went into a fighting stance.

“no, just trying to figure out how i'll beat you.” you shrugged nonchalantly earning a chuckle from kyojuro.

“i'm sure you'd do splendidly, sweetheart. don't think too hard on it, though!”

you lunged, pretending to attack him once again, but you caught him off-guard as you kissed him deeply on his lips. it lasted for a few seconds, enough for you to disarm him and pin him to the floor.

you pulled away with a winning grin, kyojuro looking up at you with hearts in his eyes.

“i win!”

･ﾟ✧*: sanemi shinazugawa liked to hold you tight while sleeping. the sun just came up and you woke before him, stretching your limbs as best you could without hitting your lover. turning your head, you're met with his handsome face, devoid of any creases between his eyebrows, not a scowl on his lips, and his usual raging eyes closed and wandering in dream land.

you chuckled softly, helplessly in love with the man in front you and thinking about how different he looks while sleeping than when he's awake.

your eyes traced his features; his soft snowy hair, his long eyelashes, his broad chest — okay, you've been staring for too long.

scooting closer, you felt his arm draped on your waist pull you against him as he groaned in his sleep. you bit back a smile, squealing internally from how adorable he can be.

as much as you would love to stay in his arms and stare at his beautiful face, you still have responsibilities that need tending to, and so was he.

“sanemi,” you called softly.

nothing.

“neeemi!” you called out to him again, a hand coming up to play with his locks.

“nemi, wake up, baby.” you chuckled, booping his nose, causing it scrunch up. he only groaned as both his arms tightened on you — clearly a sign that he's already awake.

“come on, nemi. we have to get up!”

“shut up, don't want to.” he grumbled, slurring on his words as drowsiness gripped him.

you gently placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right where his scar is as you hummed.

sanemi's eyes immediately opened, his heart pounding and he's sure you can feel it. he avoided your gaze as the tips of his ears, cheeks and nose reddened.

“there you are! good morning, nemi.” you laughed, kissing his cheek.

“yeah, yeah. good morning to you, too. now do that again.”

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 33

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1973

Warnings: Talk of suicide, swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Tequila Right Now

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Hangman

A consistent pounding in his ears roused Hangman from his deep sleep. He tried to sit up, but that only worsened it. He swiftly pieced together that it was the blood in his head making the incessant noise, not someone knocking on the door. God, death would be less painful than this. How hadn't he died last night with all the alcohol he'd had? It's not like Hangman intended to drink that much, but he kept making friends at the bar who kept paying for his drinks until they could drink no longer and left. But he had stayed. Stayed until-

Fuck. Although barely memorable, faces belonging to Rooster, Juliette, and Ghost flickered in his mind, along with the drunken ramblings he'd tried so hard to keep to himself, to keep quiet, even if they ate him alive because no one deserved to know his pain, but not because of his lack in trust in them. In fact, three of the four people he trusted most with that pain had rescued him from the bar that night. No. They didn't deserve it because they all had pains and worries of their own, none of which needed the added burden of his own problems that were far darker than anyone should ever know.

Hangman forced his eyes open and, through his blurry vision, recognized the white coffee table with aviator magazines neatly spread out on the surface, the built-in bookshelves with a myriad of pictures, books, and awards dotting the shelves, the navy blue recliner with the curled-up figure of Ghost-

At the sight of her, Hangman rocketed upward. The movement caused his world to spin, and it took all of his willpower to not throw up again. He remembered that from last night, too. So much hurling before they'd lugged him to the couch...

When his world stabilized, he tried to stand, but Hangman had hardly taken two steps before ramming his shin into the coffee table. "Fuck!"

Ghost jerked awake, staring wildly and dazed at him. When she comprehended the situation before her, she jumped up to help him.

Push her away. You're only hurt her more. It doesn't matter how much it hurts. Push her away. "Leave me alone," Hangman snapped when Ghost tried to rest her hand on his shoulder. He stepped out of reach, ignoring the pain wracking his body, both from the hangover and the run-in with the coffee table.

"Jake-"

"Don't," he hissed. "I'm fine."

A lie given away by his stumbling, and Ghost knew it, but she listened to him. To his amazement, she listened, staying perfectly still, eyes staring at him with nothing but concern. Why? The last time they'd been in the same room together, she'd rightfully stormed out on him, giving him what had been a final goodbye. Why change her mind so suddenly?

Unless...

He vaguely remembered he'd told her some of his reasoning for not seeing her in the hospital after the crash, but how much else had he divulged to Ghost?

She held her hands up placatingly. "If you want to leave, that's fine, but let me help-"

"I don't need your help," Hangman snapped. "I-"

"What's going on?" Juliette's calm, concerned voice floated from behind him. Hangman turned slowly to avoid toppling over. On Princess's heels was Rooster, eyeing the situation warily. They landed on Hangman, who braced himself for a snarky comment, but none came. That scared Hangman.

"I was just leaving," Jake managed to say, hoping they could avoid any more awkwardness if he ignored the truths he surely divulged last night. "Thanks for letting me crash here, and sorry for dragging y'all out in the middle of the night."

"Don't mention it," Rooster replied evenly. "You want breakfast?"

Hangman shook his head. "I should be getting back to my place."

"Why don't I give you a ride?" Juliette offered, moving toward the garage.

"No." It came out more sharply than he intended, his tone a knife in the tense atmosphere, but he kept it that way. He had to if he had any hope of leaving unescorted. "I'll walk. Sober me up."

"Hell of a walk," Rooster commented, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning against the door frame. Hangman refused to dignify him with a response, only rolling his eyes and moving to the front door.

"You either let one of us take you, or we call someone, but you shouldn't walk alone," Ghost said kindly. "I know my motorcycle might-"

"I don't want you trying to help me because of some stupid, drunken shit I might've said last night. You made it perfectly clear how you feel about me after that fight, so why don't you call Wolfie up about that wine and chocolate he promised you?" The color drained from Ghost's face, and Hangman knew he'd hit his mark. She posted her videos anonymously, possibly only a handful of people knowing about the account. Having not told him about it, Hangman assumed it'd rattle Ghost for her to know he had knowledge about the account she sang her heart out for. But it still wasn't enough to stop her from coming after him if he left. He had to strike lower, harder. Had to rub salt in the wound. Hangman had to keep her away from him. "You want to know what brought that drinking binge on? It wasn't my father's death. It was you. It was 'Forever and Always' after our fight the other night. It was 'Mr. Perfectly Fine' when I was here for the training detachment when I started having a thing for Juliette. It was 'Haunted' on the anniversary of Ghoul's death. It was 'My Tears Richochet' after your lunch with Jackie. It was 'All Too Well' and 'The Story of Us' after running into each other at the Hard Deck the night of Juliette's promotion celebration. It was 'I Forgot That You Existed' after you slept with Rooster. It was every fucking cover song directed at me. It was hearing the anger and hurt in your voice and realizing you not only never moved on from what I did to you but that you thought I stopped caring about you, that I forgot about you altogether, when that couldn't have been further from the God damn truth. It was realizing how low of an opinion you had of me. That's what sent me over the edge. Because I learned how to stop giving a shit a long time ago about what people thought of me, but you mattered. You always have and always will."

"You were never supposed to see those," Ghost breathed, voice barely audible.

Hangman's heart shattered. He might've gone too far, but he'd had to. They weren't good together. No. He wasn't good for her. Hangman did nothing but drag her down, did nothing but hurt her. Ghost gave him chance after chance, and he blew them every single time. She was too good to stop trying to provide him more opportunities to fix what he had broken, so Hangman had to end it for her. Ghost would move on from him, and that's all that mattered to him, whether he found the strength to move on from her or not.

"Yeah, well, I did." Hangman tore himself away from her and yanked the door open. Stepping into the bright sunshine, he called over his shoulder. "Leave me alone. That goes for all of you."

Slamming the door behind him, Jake strode onto the sidewalk with his head held high until the Bradshaw house could no longer see him. Only then did he sag against a stranger's white fence, letting the emotions and turmoil of what occurred just now and last night wash over him. Hangman had always been good at destroying things: flight records, enemy targets... now he could add 'relationships' to the list, too.

With an effort and lead feet, Hangman shuffled to his apartment, the long trek his personal punishment for treating his three friends the way he had. None of them had done anything wrong except see him at the second lowest point in his life, save Hangman from drinking himself into oblivion last night, and learn his deepest, darkest secrets.

It took him a good hour to walk the short trip to his apartment, but rather than heading to bed like his body screamed at him to do, Hangman forced himself to work out. Stripping off his shirt, he put on the boxing gloves and went to the punching bag, taking all his frustration and embarrassment out on the leather and sand, trying to punch away all his emotions. It'd take him until the end of his life to succeed with that endeavor.

"Dude, you've really got to start locking your doors," Coyote said. Hangman whirled around, wondering how long his friend had been there. As if sensing his question, Javy added, "I just got here, but judging by the sweat, you've been at it for a while."

Feigning casualness and masking the dark thoughts that might've been showing on his face, Hangman said, "I thought you would've been with your date still."

"No, we're taking it slow." Coyote looked him up and down. "You look like shit."

Hangman scoffed. If his friend only knew. "Nice to see you, too."

"Ghost texted me."

Shit. "About what?" Jake replied, dropping his gaze to his hands as he took off the boxing gloves.

"All she said is, and I quote: I fucked up. Hangman needs you. No other explanation, so I figured I should get here quickly."

Ghost's words were an exact echo of the ones Hangman had sent Juliette after their fight. God, why couldn't she stop caring about him? Why couldn't Ghost let his words ruin their relationship like he had wanted them to?

"What happened?" Javy prodded, moving aside when Jake stalked to the kitchen.

"I got drunk, said things I shouldn't have, and told her off."

"What exactly did you tell her?"

Hangman sighed, realizing his friend would only drop this once he told the truth. Again. So he did. Almost every nitty gritty detail, with the exception of the near-suicide jump into the ocean that Coyote had unknowingly saved him from. At the end of the story, Javy sat on the bar stool and sighed. "Wow, you really did tell everything. Even the letters?"

"No, not those." Miraculously, it had been the one secret he kept to himself. How that- over everything else revealed last night- ended up being the one piece he hadn't blurted out, Hangman couldn't figure out, but he wasn't complaining.

"Do you still have them?"

"No," Hangman lied, thinking of the stack of envelopes tucked away in a box on the top shelf of the coat closet, forgotten for most of the year except on the few days he found himself tempted to send them. "Even if I did, they wouldn't change anything."

"Why did you never give them to Ghost in the first place?"

Hangman shrugged, unwilling to admit he'd been too scared, too cowardly, to give the sheets of paper that contained every piece of his love to her, afraid she would read them and then wrench his heart right out of his chest out of pure spite for the pain he'd put her through. "Don't know. Didn't feel like it'd make a difference. I've never been good with words or actions anyway, so probably best I didn't give them to her. Most likely would've made it worse."

Coyote nodded but dropped the subject. "Whatever you need, I'm here for you, starting with telling you- and I mean this in the nicest way possible- you need a shower. You reek of alcohol."

And probably other shitty things. Hangman thought grimly. Nodding in agreement, he shuffled off to the bathroom.

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Father knows best chapter 11: A thousand years

Summery: Blitzø overworks himself, Loona has complicated feelings, Millie drinks with Sallie Mae,And Alessio talks to Crimson.TW: Unrequited love, jealousy, drinking, fear, panic, lotsa negative emotions and talking a bit about trauma, fear of loosing someone, negative talk, biting, struggling, crying, diaper changing, talks of forced regression, talks about selling people, emotional manipation. Lmk if I should add.AndWhat's this? Someone regresses in this for good reasons!? And they are actually safe?! Whaaat?!

~~~Stolas~~~

Stolas got a phone call at 11:00 pm.

Usually he'd be skeptical about it, normally he'd ignore it, especially when it's an unknown caller. But since becoming Blitzø's caregiver he has learned that he should always be expecting the unexpected from him.

“Hello?” He answers, expecting it to be Blitzø saying that he has slipped or got into some trouble.

But surprisingly he heard a female's voice: “Stolas?”

“Loona? What’s going on?” Stolas asks. “Is everything alright?” His voice is panicky and he's already standing up and getting dressed, expecting Loona to tell him Blitzø was in trouble, or she was in trouble and needed him to come get her, or-

“Relax, birdbrain. Everything is fine…kinda.” She says.

“Hm.” Stolas scoffs. She's definitely Blitzø's daughter.

“It's just that-” She sighs. “Blitzø is so fixated on finding Moxxie, he hasn’t been eating or sleeping like he should…I’m honestly starting to…worry about him. But, I don't know what to do.” Loona panics. “He won't listen to me, and he's driving himself crazy!”

“Oh dear.” Stolas says. “That is concerning.”

“Do you think you could talk to him? I was hoping maybe he'd listen to you, you being his…caregiver and all. I tried, but he just won’t listen to me, or let me help at all!” She says, sounding more angry than anything.

“Okay, Loona. I can't promise anything but I’ll certainly do what I can.” He says to her. “Where is he?”

“He’s in his office at I.M.P.” She suddenly sounds very sad, possibly crying. “I don't know if we'll be able to find Moxxie…and I don't want to lose Blitzø in the process.”

Stolas's tone changed to mildly concerned about Blitzø, to down right frustrated with his antics. His daughter is worried sick about him, and it seems he doesn't care at all! “I will take care of it, I promise.” Stolas says, practically retracting his earlier statement about only trying. “It'll be okay.”

“Yeah…okay. Thanks.” Loona hangs up fast.

Stolas frowns…imagining if that were his own daughter…

Why didn't Blitzø just ask him for help? That idiot! He's offered to help time and time again! If he just accepted it, they wouldn't be in this mess!

Well, he's going to have to go down there and be stern with Blitzø, let him know how serious this situation was.

He opens a portal to IMP and steps through it.

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~

Blitzø was hard at work when Stolas walked in through a portal to his office.

He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, just as Loona said, he looked like he was driving himself insane by the way he kept looking through everything so fast. “Blitzy?”

“Stolas? What the fuck are you doing here?” Blitzø asks.

“Just checking in, darling. What are you doing?” Stolas asks gently

“What am I- what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” He asks. “I'm working on finding Moxxie! Is there any way to remove any scent from Imps?” Blitzø asks. “And maybe…make them invisible and unable to speak or breathe loudly?”

Stolas doesn’t answer that. “Darling, I know you want to find him, but don’t you think this can wait till morning?” He asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No…nonononono, I gotta find him now! Someone has him, and they’re gonna fucking pay when Millie and I get our hands on ‘um! Heads will be rolling!” He shouts. “Cash thinks he can take everything away from me? He thinks he can get in MY head and control ME again? I think fucking NOT!” He shouts.

Stolas tilts his head. Cash? Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Blitzø…when was the last time you got some sleep?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø thinks about it. “I don’t know, I passed out sometime yesterday or…what day is it?” He asks.

“It’s Thursday.” Stolas says.

“So…uhm.” Blitzø took quite a while to think about it, then he looks back down at his papers, before looking back up at the owl. “Yeah, that was yesterday. I passed out yesterday for a few hours. I think.”

“That's not good enough! You need a solid eight hours of sleep at night.” Stolas says.

“No, I need to find Moxxie.” He argues. “Sleep can suck my-”

“Blitzø!” Stolas scolds. “Language.”

“I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND, STOLAS!” Blitzø shouts.

Stolas frowns. “Dearest-”

“I'm fine.” Blitzø says, his breathing was unsteady and tears were falling down his face.

“You're certainly not fine! You need to sleep!” He says sternly. But, then his tone changes to a calmer register once again as he takes Blitzø's hands. “I know you're worried about Moxxie, but you neglecting your own needs isn't helping anyone.” Stolas says.

Blitzø doesn't acknowledge what Stolas says, he knows Stolas is right, but he chooses to look back at his work again to ignore him.

Stolas sighs. “Blitzø…” he was about to touch Blitzø’s hand to comfort him, but the Imp hisses viciously at Stolas.

Well, he hisses more like a small cat than anything really terrifying, but Stolas still moved his hand away, afraid he might get bitten again.

“Blitzø!” He warns sharply.

Blitzø hisses and growls at Stolas again.

“Alright, enough is enough, Blitzy. We’re going home, and you’re going to get some sleep.” Stolas says firmly.

“Noooo!” Blitzø whines. “I have to figure out where Moxxie is, how else are we supposed to find him? How can I find him while I’m asleep? Stupid bird! That’s not how rescuing works!” Blitzø argues.

“Blitzø, it’s bedtime.” Stolas says firmly, picking up the imp, not caring anymore if Blitzø bites him. “You need to get some sleep.”

“Stolas! I’m not a child!” Blitzø says, grabbing onto practically anything in his office to stop Stolas. His desk, the plant, with none of that working, his best bet was the doorjamb. He grips the doorjamb tightly, not willing to let go.

“Really? Because you sure are acting like one.” Stolas scolds.

“I’m not, okay? I’ll get some sleep!” he says.

Stolas raises an eyebrow at him.

“After we find Moxxie.” He says.

Stolas sighs. “Blitzø, in your rules it specifically states that when it’s bedtime, you need to go to bed and you are not to fight me on it.” Stolas says, holding the imp with one arm to try and pry Blitzø's claws off the door.

“I am not fucking little right now!” Blitzø argues.

Stolas grunts, Blitzø is much stronger than he seems. “It still applies because you agreed to it. Besides, if you really are an adult, you should understand how important sleep is to brain activity.” Stolas wraps his arms around Blitzø's torso to get a good hold on him.

“Well, jokes on you, bitch. I don’t need brain activity!” Blitzø says, still struggling with Stolas. “I’ve been going without it for years!”

“Blitzø!” Stolas gets closer to the imps' claws and finally pries them off the door frame, then he grabs both hands in his free hand. “You’re getting some sleep, I don’t care if you’re little or not.” He says firmly.

“No!” Blitzø shouts, biting Stolas hard, making the owl release him as he yelps in pain.

“Blitzy!” Stolas scolds harshly, holding onto his wrist and wincing. How can his bites possibly hurt this much?! He's tiny!

Blitzø ran back into the office and hid under the desk.

Stolas sighs, ignoring his wrist at the moment to try again. “Blitzø…please?” he asks, crawling over to the desk to patiently wait for the Imp to come out.

Blitzø whines. “No tired, Stowes.”

Stolas raises an eyebrow. He’s slipped. “Hm. Are you quite sure I don’t have an adorable little imp on my hands?” Stolas asks him.

“No…” Blitzø mumbles.

Stolas reaches under the desk and picks up the imp with no trouble this time. “Blitzy…it’s not good to lie, darling.” Stolas says.

“Bu’ ne’ a’ fine’ Mossie.” Blitzø says sadly.

“Sorry, gremlin. But, that work is for big kids only. You’re far too little for that now.” Stolas says.

“No…”Blitzø sarts to sob, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted from the day's events. “No, ‘ittle!”

“Shhh…it’s alright.” Stolas reassures. “It’s okay to be little, darling.” He says.

“Nee’ a’ fine’ Mossie.” Blitzø whines. “No ‘ittle.”

“Moxxie is a strong little Imp, he’ll be alright. But, you’ll be no help to him if you don’t let yourself get some sleep. You’ll be too tired to help him.” Stolas says. He opens a portal right to Blitzø’s nursery at Stolas's palace and walks in.

Blitzø is still crying into Stolas’s shoulder, muttering a series of ‘no’s and incoherent sentiments. “Darling, it will be okay. I promise.” Stolas says. “Just relax.”

Blitzø whines. “Mossie…”

“You’ll find him tomorrow.” Stolas says. “I’m sure of it.”

Stolas sets Blitzø on the changing table and gently starts to undress him, he had to work fast, Blitzø was already practically asleep.

“‘Omowow?” Blitzø asks, trying desperately to stay awake by blinking rapidly.

“Yes, tomorrow. When you are big again and well rested.” Stolas says, he gets out the diaper changing supplies and starts to put the diaper on him.

“I a’ putet’ Mossie doe!” Blitzø argues, kicking his hooves.

“Settle down, Blitzy.” Stolas scolds gently, taping up the diaper and grabbing one of his onesies. “I know you want to protect him, you’re a very good friend.” He places the onesie over the Imp’s head. “But, you can’t help him if you don’t help yourself first. Do you understand?” He asks as he helps guide Blitzø’s arms through the sleeves.

Blitzø whines, then starts crying again.

Stolas holds him close to comfort him, rocking him back and forth.

Blitzø cries into Stolas’s shoulder, he just wants Moxxie to be home again! He missed Moxxie, he misses his friend!

“I know, it’s okay.” Stolas says.

“Mossie…” Blitzø whines, trying to get Stolas to understand.

“I know, Blitzy. I know.” Stolas rubs circles on the little’s back to try and soothe him. “I'm sorry, darling.”

And he meant it too…

He hated that he had to do this, he knows Blitzø was struggling right now. But, he couldn't stand back and let Blitzø hurt himself.

He and Blitzø can talk about this tomorrow, and perhaps Stolas can help him find Moxxie.

His attempts to comfort Blitzø starts to work as Blitzø is settling down, but the little one’s still tearing up and sniffling softly.

Stolas starts singing to Blitzø, swaying gently side to side. “Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid…to…fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow…”

Blitzø wipes away his tears, and he hugs Stolas closer.

“One…step…closer…”

Blitzø lets his eyelids fall at last, relaxing, and listening to Stolas’s song.

“I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.”

Stolas sets the sleeping Blitzø in his crib, finally able to snap the buttons of his onesie now that the imp was calm. “I'll love you for a thousand more.”

He tucks his little one in tightly, then pets his head softly, and he whispers to him: “Goodnight, Blitzy.” Then he lastly kisses his head.

~~~Loona~~~

‘Time stands still, beauty in all she is- I will be brave, I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me.’

Tex: haven’t heard from you in a few days, everything okay?

Loona smiles at seeing the text… she finally had real friends to talk to, friends who cared about her… it was great but, Also sorta terrifying at the same time.

Loona: Yeah, I’m fine. I guess.

Tex: What’s going on?

Loona: One of my co-workers is missing, so I’ve been trying to help find him.

Tex: Damn. That’s rough.

Loona: Yeah, it is. Everyone is doing what they can, barely sleeping, getting up early… I think we’re almost out of ideas.

Tex: You seem to really care if you’re working overtime to find him.

Loona: I mean, I guess… Normally I hate his guts, he’s like family, except I want nothing to do with him, hate everything about him… but, I can’t stand the fact that he’s not here and might be hurt. I do kinda miss him too.

Tex: Sounds like family to me. Can you not track his scent?

Loona: No. Actually, I’ve been entirely useless in helping find him. And it’s not from a lack of trying either, I feel so worthless.

Tex: Loona, you can’t help it if there’s no scent. Trust me, it’s not your fault.

Loona: Thanks…

Tex: I’m sorry he’s missing. I can ask Bee for help, maybe she can get more people involved, it could help?

‘Every breath, every hour has come to this.’

Loona: Thanks, but, I think it would hurt him more than anything. I’d rather this stay between us.

Tex: I understand, I’m here for you if you want to talk about it more.

Loona: That would be great.

Loona held the phone close to her chest, hanging onto this moment…

Esme was right, she needed to get over him but-

How could she when he was too perfect?

‘One step closer.’

~~~Millie~~~

‘I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years.’

As upset as she was that Moxxie didn't tell her about his past, she understood why…

He wanted to protect her, and didn't want to be associated with his past. It made sense, and it didn't change anything between them. Besides, it's not like he hid something important from her. He trusted her…right?

Her and Sallie Mae were very quiet on the drive back to pride. By the time they made it back to Millie’s apartment, it was far too late to kill Blitzø. They’d have to do it tomorrow.

“Want a drink?” Millie asks Sallie.

“Like you had to ask?” Sallie Mae immediately got out of the car to join Millie inside.

The two girls sit at the table with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

“I guess I shouldn't have expected differently from our parents.” Millie says, pouring her and Sallie Mae each a glass. “I guess I just always hope that they'll change, give him a fair chance.”

“Look, Ma and Pa will never accept Moxxie. You knew this when you married him.” Sallie Mae says, drinking down the whole glass of wine.

Millie nods. “Yeah, that's true.”

“If you didn't care then, you shouldn't now. Their opinions don't mean shit.” Sallie says, pouring another glass. “I mean, they liked all your other boyfriends and look how they all turned out.”

Millie nods.

“You're right.”

“Of course I am, I'm always right. You and Moxxie are perfect for each other. He has serious attachment issues and you're an attention whore.” Sallie rolls her eyes.

Ignoring her sister now, Millie starts to think about Moxxie again…

Her beautiful, wonderful husband.

He really was the only one for her. And damn did she miss him so much!

She wanted nothing more than to run to him and kiss him again.

She hopes she can…wherever he is. She just hopes he's okay and unharmed.

‘I'll love you for a thousand more.’

~~~Past:~~~

Moxxie has always tried to make her parents like him, because he knew how much it meant to Millie that her parents approved of him.

So, when she left for a weekend to visit them, he felt it was a good time to both surprise Millie and show her parents what a good boyfriend he can truly be.

Moxxie walked up to the house holding a bouquet of beautiful hell flowers.

They were her favorites, colored orange and red.

Owen her brother had let him in and before he could ask where Millie was, he and Owen heard Jo and Lynn talking in the kitchen:

“He's not good enough for Millie, he'll never be.” Jo says.

“He is awfully frail, and not to mention how annoying he can be. He's got some serious issues.” Lynn says.

Moxxie told her about the fact that he overheard them, how he was about to leave.

“Moxxie, wait.” owen says.

“Don't tell Millie I was here. They're right, she-she deserves so much better.” Moxxie said to him.

Millie wasn't sure why Owen did it, but he marched up to Millie right after. “Hey, Mills? Your boyfriend is outside for you. You may want to hurry before ma and pa scare him off.”

Millie ran out there to catch up. “Moxxie!” She hugged him and kissed him firmly. “What are you doing here?” She asks.

“I-well- I was just going to give you these.” He said holding up the flowers.

She takes them, letting him go. “Oh, Mox. They're lovely.” She says. “You came all this way to give me flowers?” She asks.

“Yeah…I thought I'd surprise you.” He says.

“I appreciate that. And I needed it. My parents have been driving me crazy. Ever since they met you, you're all they ever talk about.” She scoffs. “Why can't they just accept the fact that I'm a grown woman who's capable of making her own decisions?” She asks.

Moxxie shrugs. “Parents are complicated.”

“I love you.” She says. “That's all that matters.”

Moxxie smiles. “Really?”

“Really.” She says, kissing him again, this time it lasted longer.

They made out for about a minute before Moxxie pulled her away gently.

“Moxxie?” She asks, confused. “What's wrong?”

“Let's get married.” Moxxie says.

“What?”

“Forget our families, forget all of them! We'll create our own. Just you and me.” He says. “We can get on that elevator and have the best wedding imaginable. Just us.” He says.

“But-” She thought about it…her parents would never accept Moxxie. Even if they asked, would they even come to a wedding?

They practically forbid her to pursue this… but they don't get to dictate her life!

Millie smiles and takes his hand. “Let's go.” She says.

~~Present:~~~

No one could ever be as good for Millie as Moxxie was…

Because she knew, no matter what happens…

They were gonna be okay.

No matter what has ever happened to them before, they have been.

Moxxie loves her and she loves Moxxie and that's all that has ever mattered.

She put the glass down. “We'd better get some sleep. The sooner we do, the sooner we'll find Moxxie.” She says to Sallie.

‘And all along I believed I would find you!

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years.’

She will do anything to make sure he's home and safe once again.

‘I'll love you for a thousand more!’

~~~Alessio:~~~

‘One step closer…’

“Sir, don't you think you were a bit harsh on Moxxie?” Alessio asks.

“He has to learn somehow!” Crimson says. “What else would you want me to do? I can't coddle him!”

‘He never could.’ Alessio thought. “What if you let me talk to him? Perhaps I could get him to see reason?” Alessio suggests.

“You want to try? Be my fucking guest!” Crimson says.

Alessio kisses Crimson's cheek. “Thank you, Crimson.”

Crimson blushes slightly, but brushes him off.

Alessio smirks to himself as he walks upstairs to the nursery. He loves to get Crimson all flustered.

~~~Alessio & Moxxie ~~~

‘I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more’

Alessio knocks before entering the dark nursery. The room was destroyed, clearly Moxxie was trying to find a way to get out…or he was legitimately losing his mind. “Moxxie?”

Moxxie was curled up in a corner. No no no! Not this again!

Alessio turned on the light as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

Moxxie couldn't even process what he was doing, he just lunged at Alessio, jumping on his back and biting and scratching him! He had enough of this! And he was going to do whatever he could to get out!

Alessio grunted in pain before hitting Moxxie against a wall, knocking the wind out of him. Moxxie fell to the floor and tried his hardest to breathe again.

Alessio sighs, he hates to hurt Moxxie, but he did what he had to… “Moxxie?”

“Hate…you.” Moxxie forced out while he was trying to regain his breath.

“Now, I know that's not true.” Alessio says, petting Moxxie’s hair. “Just relax. We only want to take care of you.”

Moxxie finally is able to breathe, he takes a few deep breaths before responding: “I don't need you to take care of me!” Moxxie growled. “I need you to leave me and every other little one alone!” He says. “Nothing you can do will ever change what you've done to me, what you've done to them! What you're doing is wrong, and I think you know that.” Moxxie says.

“If we let the other littles go, would you stay?” Alessio asks him.

“What?” Moxxie asks, becoming fearful.

“If we let the little ones go, and never sell another one. Would you willingly stay our little one permanently?” Alessio asks again.

Moxxie's eyes widened. “I…um.”

“It's a simple question, Moxxie.” Alessio says.

“I- would he actually do that?” Moxxie asks. “Would he let them go if I-” he can't finish the sentence, it was too terrible to think about.

“Possibly, especially if I asked him to.” Alessio says.

Moxxie thinks, if he can save the others- it might be worth it… besides, Blitzø and Millie could still save him…if they haven't given up already. “Can I think about it?” Moxxie asks.

Alessio nods. “Very well, you can decide tomorrow.” Alessio says, heading to the door.

“Can you leave the light on…please?” Moxxie asks, interrupting him.

“I'll do you one better.” Alessio says, he goes over to the dresser and pulls out a night light to plug in. He also sets the crib back on it's feet before he walks back over to Moxxie and Kisses his forehead. “Goodnight, bambino.” He says before leaving and locking the door behind him.

Moxxie exhales. “Thanks…”

Tears fall down Moxxie’s face… where were they?

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 7 months

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Take Me to Church

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: new fic alert! Halloween gift for my Com loving followers 👻 priest Kells, ??? Dom (you already know but play along?), religious/priest kink, prayer, confession, extreme misuse of confession, Catholic... things? (I'm not sure how to warn for that), fear, arousal, ignoring erections, slight joke about pedophilia in the church, brief explanation of lustful thoughts and murder, spooky fic 😈 rating: mature

The rosary beads felt soothing as they slipped through Father Colson's fingers. They were warming with each bead passed and his mind was grounding. He didn't normally let the confessions of his parish bother him but certain situations of sin struck him differently. He couldn't get the boy out of his mind, something felt… off the entire time he was listening to him. At least his prayer normally helped clear his mind in a meditative way. He needed to sleep before mass in the morning. His knees ached from the wood under him but the pain brought him solace. He believed in trying to help everyone but he hoped for the first time he could remember that the child never came back. He didn't think anyone had ever made 'Father' sound so much like 'Daddy'. Fuck.

"Forgive me Favher for I 'ave sssinned." A new voice whined through the partition. For just a moment he was happy because the man sounded younger than most of his congregation and it always felt good to bring a younger soul to God.

He wasn't as hopeful as he'd once been and he'd found himself turning more and more jaded as the years passed. He'd thought finding God and serving him would clean him up and make him happy but all he felt was stress to save, save, save! He glanced through the mesh window because the voice felt… different and the other man was staring right back. Plush lips curled in a wicked grin and he swore the jade gaze watching him had not been green a moment before. "H-how long has it been since your last confession?" He stuttered after clearing his throat and looking away. He had a script for a reason. He could focus. He just hadn't been sleeping well.

The sinner laughed, almost snorting in his derision. "Sorry Favher. I… Let's jus' say it's been a while. You? You come 'ere often?"

Colson's brows furrowed and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently at a spot he always nibbled on. He rarely felt nervous or out of sorts but there was something about this kid. "Daily." He tried to sidestep whatever humor the boy was offering. He could be funny, in fact he was known for his humorous sermons by his followers but it was late and he didn't feel like joking. He couldn't even remember seeing the kid come in. He just remembered thinking confession was over after old Mr. Sharpe left but when he tried to step free of the booth a soft voice called him back. "What's bothering you my child?" He asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had a headache but that he was used to.

"Dark fhoughts."

The accent was thick enough it felt sticky, like something that might never let go of him, sugary sweet enough to make him anxious. "Just thoughts my son?"

"Ain't nice to assume in 'is day and age, Favher." The kid huffed, pressing his fingers to the mesh between them.

"I apologize my child, are some of those thoughts… about your gender? I'm more accepting than most churches so please, feel safe with me." He tried to soothe.

"No, I like me gender jus' fine and when I don't I mess around a bit. Ain't 'ere for tha'. But you should see me in a school girl skirt." His voice went low and the priest shivered as if it had touched him. "I needed to talk because… because I fink of fucking-" He paused and giggled when Col cleared his throat and the sound of his robes shifting with his nervous movements were almost louder than their voices. "Sorry- I fink of… sleeping wiv boys as much as girls. If not more." He sighed, tracing patterns on the window between them with his nails. Colson couldn't help but watch and follow and he flushed hot under his collar when he thought the kid drew a cock. "Ain't tha' wrong?"

Colson swallowed a noise he couldn't explain and shifted in his seat. He always had trouble with these, it brought back too many old fears for him. He'd grown up with abusive and religious parents, thoughts about sexuality were the last thing he was allowed. "We are all sinners my child." He rasped, and the small space went quiet but felt far too small and hot. He couldn't even hear the kid breathing. "My child?" He asked after at least thirty seconds of silence and he finally let himself look through the partition again. The small space looked almost dark and he moved his face closer. His heart skipped a beat, he didn't know why he was so apprehensive but when he drew near the man's hand touched the mesh again and he jumped back. His heart raced and he took a deep breath, trying to right himself. His collar felt tighter than normal and he longed to finish up and get comfortable.

"Do you sin Favher? Wha' are your sins?"

Colson shuddered when the sound of nails on wood felt more like a chalkboard. Shit, who was this guy? Where had he come from? They were in a pretty small town where he thought he knew everyone, how did the kid end up there? "Of course, I'm only- only human. I s-sin." He was still almost panting trying to settle himself but something had him worked up.

That giggle sounded again and the man moved closer as if he was trying to see through the grate. "Are we? Do you fink of taking pretty young boys to bed Favher? Are you one of 'em priests? No. You don't like little one's do yas? You like 'em biiiig. You love being on your knees in service already don't you?"

Col was wasn't sure how he'd so quickly lost control of the situation but he was shaken to his core. He was shivering. Something felt wrong and it got even worse when his dick reacted to the tease. Whether it was just the thought or the slight degradation he was receiving he wasn't sure, but he needed to get away. "Anything else, my child?"

The boy moved back and the silence took over again for a moment. The quiet wasn't as comforting as it normally was for the priest, it felt electric. "I fink about taking a man to bed. I fink about stripping 'im bare and riding 'im till we screaming for each over. I fink about watching pleasure cross 'is face and I- I fink about watching every'fin turn red."

"Red?"

Silence.

"My child?"

"I like you calling me yours. I bet you'd look pretty on ya knees for me. I bet you'd be gorgeous covered in red. Ya insides-"

"M-my child, this isn't- you can't- Three hail Mary's and an hour for inner contemplation. I believe being quiet would do you some good." He didn't normally let himself get snarky with his congregation but this one had shaken him. When the boy laughed he felt it everywhere- a beautiful happy sound until suddenly it wasn't… suddenly something changed like he flipped a switch and it felt dark and heavy. Colson felt almost crushed under the weight as it got louder. It felt like it was inside his skull and touching his skin all over.

The priest realized he finished the rosary prayer twice and the beads felt almost too heated by his hand. He felt slammed back into his own mind though he wasn't trying to disappear into the memory. He was genuinely trying to think of anything else. He'd stumbled out of the box, almost screaming in pain but when he opened the other door the laughter had stopped and the room was empty. He had been alone and there was nothing left to prove the man had even been there besides an intoxicating scent. The room had felt cavernous and too dark and cold so he'd rushed to lock up and search every room before stumbling to the rectory.

It seemed praying away the feelings the other had given him weren't going to work quite yet. He just prayed sleeping would. When he finally stood to undress he felt goosebumps over his skin, he knew no one was watching but it certainly felt like there was. He set his beads and collar on his bedside table before stripping off his long sleeve black button up shirt and matching pants. He normally tried to wear sleeves to cover his old ink- some parishioners didn't like it even though he was always open about his troubled past. Once mostly bare he couldn't deny the pleasure his body had felt from what the kid had said, his cock was hard and straining behind his boxer briefs but he tried to ignore it. His earthly body wasn't what was important. He would not be so easily swayed.

Bed called to him almost as strongly as his dick was trying to and he groaned as he crawled in under his blankets. Normally he tried to read over his morning sermon before he slept but tiredness was pulling him in as his adrenaline crashed. He could wake up early enough to study. He was sure about that. As much as he was struck by his experience he was almost too exhausted to care and sleep dragged him down fast, his dreams sprinkled with jade eyes that turned black and pale hard bodies painted in red.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

So I meant for it to be a small one-shot but oops! Looks like there might be more if you want it? I think this one may be a bit dark for spooky season. What do you think? 😈🖤

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Irondad Kidnapping Fics

Hello everyone!! Peter & Tony getting kidnapped is one of my favourite tropes (I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking) so I thought I'd share some of those fics with you today!! Please mind the tags for all of them, as some contain graphic violence and other things which you might not enjoy!

the one who made it out by tiaylasglass (2.8k)

“It’s finished. We’ve completed all the research and experiments.”

“So, what now?”

“We dispose of him. He’s fucked in the head. Won’t be any use to anyone now.”

OR After seven months of torture, Peter is saved.

I'm Not Going to Wake Up if You're Going to Yell At Me by itsreallylaterightnow (2.8k)

“Well, I think there’s a cave right up the side of that hill. I should be able to get us a fire started easily enough. That, or run the risk of having a popsicle of a Peter to return home to your aunt.”

“S-s-she’d kill you.” Peter said, his tone light, but the weight of the situation was settling on him.

“Yes, she would. Which is why I don’t intend on letting that happen any time soon.”

lay your weary head to rest by hopeless_hope (3.5k)

In which Peter gets kidnapped, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is he's not allowed to sleep.

Love, hate on by madasthesea (3.9k)

She’d planned for this moment for two years, seven months, and eighteen days: As she’d stood above her daughter’s freshly dug grave, she’d decided that Tony Stark would die by her hand. And now was her moment.

She had only intended to grab Stark, tell him what he’d done that merited the punishment she was going to give, and kill him fast before anyone started looking. But here was this kid, an act of providence.

She didn’t have to tell Stark now, she could show him. She could make him suffer like she’d suffered, make him pay for his crimes. An eye for an eye, a child for a child.

Not Completely the Worst by mainstreamelectricalparade (4k)

Peter's spidey-sense had been going off all day. If he had to stay at school for literally another minute longer, he was probably going to go insane.

And of course, there was one person at school whose single goal in life seemed to be ensuring that that happened.

“Yo, Penis! Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Flash called after Peter as he took the steps three at a time in his attempt to make a quick getaway.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation and kept walking. Maybe if he ignored the problem, it would go away.

Because that had always worked so well for him, in the past.

kidnapping by killerqueenwrites (4.6k)

Steve wakes up cuffed to a chair, which is kind of annoying considering he has a meeting today.

He’s just coming to the conclusion that he really might be in trouble when he notices the kid across from him.

or Steve and Peter get some bonding time, and Tony is freaking out.

Under the Radar by Call_Me_Coley (4.7k)

“Tony, I honestly don’t think our friend could do the job right now, even if we needed him to. We’re two men down and unless your pupils are lying, you’ve got a concussion,” Nat patiently explained. Steve was out of commission, Peter looked just as out of it, Tony wouldn’t be steady on his feet and Natasha didn’t have any weapons.

But all Peter heard was “our friend could do the job” and that Tony had a concussion.

Well, that made his choice for him. He needed to act.

Very Normal, Totally Regular Human Intern by Winterturtle (5.2k)

Rogers and his merry band are granted a parole they are to serve at the Compound. Tony made Peter promise to keep his powers hidden, but when he wakes up kidnapped along with the kid and the Rogues, it takes Peter about ten minutes to break the whole totally regular human intern façade.

in an empty moral space by blueh (5.4k)

“Bring Spider-Man to us, Mr. Stark,” High-heels says and rattles off an address. “If that bug isn’t here in the next twenty four hours, then your intern gets it. We are not going to ask a second time.”

There’s a pause.

Then, “You want Spider-Man?”

“In exchange for your intern,” High-heels affirms.

“Spider-Man,” Mr. Stark repeats. He sounds more amused than worried for Peter’s apparent safety.

also known as: Peter Parker is held hostage…in order to get to Spider-Man. Throw in some Accords reconciliation and, well, Peter’s life just got a whole lot weirder.

Fate (Up Against Your Will) by blondsak (6.5k)

“Gotta keep your eyes open, Pete. Remember?” Tony pleads as soon as Peter startles himself back to wakefulness, somehow still standing up. He looks around with bloodshot eyes, only to moan in frustration and clutch at his hair when he belatedly recalls where they are, the nightmare they're living. He doesn’t remember Tony telling him to keep his eyes open before, but the distress in his tone is all too familiar.

He’s wonders how much longer it’ll be before he doesn’t catch himself in time.

How much longer until he all but pulls the gun’s trigger with his own hand and sends a bullet through Tony’s skull.

Breathe Deep by itsallAvengers (6.8k)

A deep, primal sort of fear struck him as he took it in. It wasn’t some fancy-schmancy death machine, it wasn’t intricate or even obviously threatening.

It was just water. But that held the potential for many, many unpleasant things.

you'll always get there first by crowkag (7k)

Home, home, home home home. It played on loop in Peter’s brain, loud and tumbling and distracting…

But not in a way that would have him miss the silver Audi speeding toward him in the opposite direction, a sight that made him do a double-take for two reasons.

One, because the fancy car was a foreign presence after nothing but rusty, dented Ford pickups for the past hour.

And two, he was pretty sure that was Tony in the driver’s seat.

(OR: Peter makes his way home after being kidnapped.)

it might not right now (but it's gonna hurt soon) by blondsak and seekrest (7.5k)

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that with the right amount of pressure, anyone can be broken,” Beck says with relish. “And I have a feeling that Pete isn’t going to be too happy when I reveal exactly what he’s done to the poor, damaged, oh so heroic mentor he’s been giving the cold shoulder for a week. The guilt will eat your precious Peter alive, if everything goes right. And everything will go right this time.”

Once again Tony tries to maneuver the bulky armor but its movements are out of his control. Which means he’s nothing more than a helpless bystander right now—a pawn for Beck to use against Peter for his own nefarious purposes.

“Almost showtime, Stark,” Beck says giddily into his ear. “Gonna be one hell of a finale. I do apologize in advance that you won’t be here for the encore. But hopefully you’ll enjoy the show before exiting stage right.”

Inside the suit, Tony silently screams.

Like Father, Like Son by An_Odd_Idea (7.6k)

48 hours to build a reactor. More accurately, 48 hours to talk Peter through building a reactor. And Tony is chained on the other side of the room.

For God’s Sake by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays (7.8k)

Peter knows he could escape. It would be so, so easy to break out of his bindings, throw his kidnappers through the wall, and run so quickly that he’d be home by midnight.

The only problem?

Flash Thompson was directly across from him, cuffed to the wall and bleeding from his cheek.

Man in a Can by JinxQuickfoot (10k)

When Peter goes missing, Tony and the Avengers team search everywhere for him. Little do they know that Peter is a lot closer than they think.

To The End by The58thAcademic (11k)

The Avenger's kids are taken- Peter Parker, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nathaniel Barton, and Cassie Lang- and Peter takes it upon himself to protect the others. The Avenger's have to work together to get them back.

kept me safe and sound at night by searchingforstars (13k)

All Morgan wants is a Strawberry Cheesecake Blizzard and permission to paint their mailbox to earn a Daisy Scouts badge.

All Peter wants is for Morgan to be happy, but when he regains consciousness after never making it back to the car from their impromptu trip to Dairy Queen, his first thought is that oh dear god, Tony is going to murder him.

Worst Summer Vacation by mysterycyclone (14k)

The last thing he remembers is leaving school. It was a half day, as he’d finished his exams early, texted May about staying over at Ned’s place, sent another text to MJ and then a twitch of his spider senses--

Then a pinch at his neck, like a bee sting, but deeper. Darkness. Then here.

Huh. Kidnapped. That’s new. If he was less emotionally dead from finals and sleep deprivation, he’d probably have a stronger and much more appropriate reaction to that.

At least he's got Captain America and the Winter Soldier to keep him company.

Not Gone But Forgotten by samos7 (15k)

Peter and Tony are kidnapped and willing to do anything to protect one another. Until one of them isn't.

Five Times Peter Parker Pretended to Be Asleep by blondsak (16k)

...and the one time he actually was.

Or: sometimes, faking sleep can work to your advantage. When it comes to trying to fool a certain genius, overprotective, superhero mentor, Peter finds this to be doubly true.

5 Times Peter Cracks a Joke in the Face of Death by polaroid15 (20k)

...and one time Tony beats him to it.

Or, Peter’s been working on his jokes. Tony’s been working on keeping his kid alive to see his 18th birthday.

Whatever it Takes by sparksaam (21k)

Peter froze suddenly, his heart practically leaping into his throat. His eyes had made contact with the man in the front seat, only to realize that the person gazing back at him was not Tony. Instead, a tall, gruff-looking man with a hoodie and a red bandana over his mouth occupied the place where Mr. Stark had been sitting just minutes before.

“Don’t move,” the man grunted forcefully “or we’ll blow Stark’s brains out.”

OR Tony Stark is abducted. Peter Parker just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Technicalities by Tess_Moon (21k)

“Multiple kids of wealthy and influential individuals have gone missing this morning. NYPD is actively investigating the disappearances.”

Tony didn´t think much of it when he first read the headline. Technically he didn´t have any kids, right...?

Too bad the kidnappers didn´t care about the technicalities of those things.

5 times Tony joked about Peter being part spider by KatinaMoon (33k)

+1 time he definitely didn't

Cloak and Dagger by Velnetta (34k)

After being kidnapped with some of earth’s greatest defenders, Peter is grateful that it appears that their captors aren’t aware that he’s Spider-man.

The problem? To the Avengers, he's just Tony Stark's teenage intern- and Peter intends to keep it that way.

We Can’t Have Faith For Everybody by Hale13 (38k)

It starts like this:

MJ and Flash, hands cuffed to each other and Peter, wrists and ankles held to the wall by thick metal cuffs and dangling in a way that’s surely to leave his shoulders aching.

The first week Peter, verbally, gives as good as he gets. He never lashes out physically and always does what their captors want the first time they ask. He still spends most of his time that he is in the cell chained uncomfortably to the wall. After the first week someone, apparently, decides that Peter is weak enough from the constant abuse and malnourishment that he is no longer chained up after his sessions; just dropped unceremoniously onto the dirty floor and left for MJ and Flash to care for.

The One Where Peter is Tony's Weakness by JinxQuickfoot (53k)

“I see you are confused. In a moment, I will allow you to look closer. But first, you must understand the position you are in, in full.” Banich rolled out an ancient TV screen and, when he turned it on, Tony felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach.

It was Peter.

OR A Sokovian doctor needs Tony's help to 'fix' his granddaughter, and Peter gets pulled into the middle of it.

Little Dove by nachocheese26 (95k)

She told him that she had saved him. She saved him from being killed. Because Tony Stark knew what Peter had done. And if Tony or any of the Avengers found him, they would surely kill him.

Brave as a Noun by edema_ruh (161k)

Some people think that Peter is Tony's son. Why shouldn't they? Peter seems to be orbiting Tony all the time, and it's not like the billionaire tells him off. They have a nice relationship - Peter is glad to have a father figure, and Tony cares for the kid as if he's actually his son.

The first problem regarding this arises when the people who think that Peter is Tony's son kidnap him for ransom.

The second problem regarding this arises when one of the people who kidnaps Peter turns out to be Mac Gargan, the Scorpion, and he's hungry for revenge.

Identity Theft by KitCat992 (267k)

It's been months since the events of Civil War, and the Avengers are doing their best to remain a team, having promised to forgive and forget. Unfortunately for them, Tony Stark's latest invention has been stolen and recovering it causes tension to reappear.

Meanwhile, in Queens, Peter Parker has two main priorities on his plate — complete his midterm finals, and track down a fishbowl wearing criminal that may or may not lead him right into the hands of the Avengers.

Somehow between all of this, Spider-Man's identity is revealed to the Avengers, Steve and Tony's friendship may permanently be damaged due to continued hidden secrets, and Happy struggles to buy a youth-sized casket for Peter's funeral.

Things were a lot easier when they were fighting over Bucky Barnes.

Stab Me in the Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7 (296k)

"I am going to find Tony," the man hisses in Peter's ear, his gaze cold and cruel. "And when I do, I will kill him, slowly. What do you say to that-" The man stops short because Peter's shoulders are shaking, and before he can curl his lip in victory, he hears a snicker. When he lets go of Peter's hair, the teen's head slumps to his chest, but it's not out of exhaustion or defeat...it's to hide a smile.

The boy lets out a laugh, shaking his head before glancing to the sides admitting apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's just- it is so fun to mess with you!" He looks around before snorting, "Tony Stark? That's your play? You're not screwing with me, right? You actually thought that would work? Sorry guys." Peter straightens in his chair with a sneer and a cocky wink, "Tony doesn't give a flying crap about me."

In other words.... Peter is kidnapped and his captors think they can hold Tony against him. But they don't know what's happened in the past couple months.

I hope you enjoy all these fics as much as I did! As always, thank you to the brilliant authors who shared their fics with us!! And if there are any other kidnapping fics you like (or wrote yourself!) please share them with me!

#peter parker #spider-man #tony stark #iron man #irondad #fic recs #ao3 #long post #lina lore #spiderson #iron dad #marvel #mcu

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17 | Mint Julep

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

"I still feel my ears ringing," you say too loudly to Garreth for the tenth time on your long walk back to the Ravenclaw dorms.

"Shh, keep your voice down or else-" Garreth starts to warn you before stopping suddenly. "Shit."

"What is it?" you ask before he slams his hand over your mouth. "Garreth!" you add, though the words are muffled by his hand.

"I think we're being followed," he whispers.

"Really?" you then mumble.

"Yes, and if you could stop moving your mouth and listen, then maybe-"

"You can't be serious," you scoff.

"Shh," he insists, and turns a corner too fast. The two of you bump right into a tall figure that sends your brain into a spiral. You let out a small gasp before you can stop yourself and it catches the man's attention right away.

"Y/N?" Ominis' voice calls out to you. "What are you doing out so late? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you laugh awkwardly due to the uncomfortable way that Garreth is staring at you with wide eyes and slowly shaking his head. "Just trying to get to bed!"

"I know you were out late with that Gryffindor," he says, stepping forward.

"Oh, uh, yeah," you nod, taking a step backwards, "I just ran into him downstairs. But, actually, I'm going to sleep now. So if you don't mind..."

"I could report you for being out past curfew, you know," he continues.

"You wouldn't," you say, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I will if it helps keep you safe. I don't think you're always wearing that charm I gave you. How do you always get yourself into bad situations?" he then asks, and you notice Garreth roll his eyes. "As a muggle, you need to be extra careful."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you scoff. "Besides, you're out late, too. I could be asking you why you're not in the dorms, you know."

Just then, from behind you, a set of footsteps grow louder. When you turn back, you see Sebastian heading towards you, a smug grin on his face.

"Ominis," he calls before eyeing that bloodstain on your shirt. "Shit, what the hell happened to you, Y/N? You're bleeding!" He then glares at Garreth with an icy stare.

"I, uh, it's fine. We're just leaving," you say.

"Like hell she is," Sebastian growls, pulling out his wand and pointing it directly at Garreth. "What did you do to her?"

"Are you hurt, Y/N?" Ominis then asks. "Garreth is still here? Why didn't you say so?"

"I'm not," you lie just as a sharp pain hits your stomach. That potion must be wearing off. You reach out to Garreth and lean against his side for support. "He was helping me get back to the dorms."

"Bullshit," Sebastian snaps, stepping closer. But you ignore the interaction between him and Garreth as Ominis' expression only gets sadder.

"I'm blind, not an idiot. Don't lie to me, Y/N," he tells you rather softly. Your eyes well up in tears as he reaches out to your stomach and feels the bloodied stain.

"Ominis, I'm sorry," you breathe, feeling guiltier than ever.

"What is going on?" he asks, his voice low. "If you got injured, you should have come to me."

"Why would she come to you if she was with me past curfew?" Garreth scoffs. "It was an accident. I was only trying to get her back to her room safely. I didn't mean to anger her little puppies."

"What did you just say?" Sebastian grunts.

"I'm sorry," Ominis says, ignoring his friend. "You're right. Thank you, Weasley. I'll take her back from here."

Garreth, ignoring Sebastian, agrees to hand you over to Ominis, and gives you a weak smile before saying goodnight. And with that, you leave Sebastian and Garreth arguing behind you and Ominis tosses you in his arms and helps you away from the others. However, it's not until a giant snake reveals a large door that you realize you're being brought to the Slytherin dorms instead.

"What are you doing?" you whisper as he carries you down a set of stairs.

"That silly charm of his is only going to stop the bleeding for a few more minutes. I need to take care of it for good."

Ominis leads you through another door and into a stone room that bears no resemblance to the Ravenclaw dorm rooms.

"Here," Ominis starts, his fingers running along the fabric of your shirt as he lays you down on his bed. "May I?"

"What?"

"I need to remove your shirt, Y/N. I have to look at your wound," he says, his hands finding their way under the hem of your shirt.

"Uh," you gulp.

"Please, I can't heal the injury with it on."

"Okay," you breathe.

"It's going to hurt," he adds as he gently slips the fabric off of your torso. You clench your jaw as a rush of pain strikes your stomach. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you sigh.

"I didn't mean to offend you back there," he suddenly apologizes.

"You what?" you grumble as he leans over your body. All you can think about now is the pain that you're in. It's as if you just got the wind knocked out of you, except there's no wind, only a gash in your abdomen that's bleeding and throbbing.

"I said I'm sorry," he repeats, his hand moving upwards to feel the tears streaking down your cheeks. "I just want you to be safe."

"I know," you reply.

Just then, the door bursts open and your attention is stolen. For a split second, you forget about the pain as Sebastian comes storming in and muttering curses about a 'stupid Gryffindor' that you can only assume is Garreth. It takes him a minute to realize that you're both there, but when he does, a bright red blush appears on his face and he stutters out an apology.

"I'm- shit- I'm so sorry," he finally gets out.

"Can I help you?" Ominis asks, his eyes still focused on you. "Unless you want to help, get out."

"What can we even do?" he asks, walking over closer to get a look of the wound up close. "Shit that looks..." he begins, before trailing off after sensing how awkward the situation is. "Sorry."

"I don't think we have a choice. I'm going to have to use this..." Ominis hums as he digs for something in his nightstand.

"What is it?" Sebastian hums as he glances over his friend's shoulder.

"It's Neosporin," Ominis beams as though he's found the elixir of life itself.

"What?!" you and Sebastian both repeat at the same time.

"What's that?" Sebastian then adds.

"You can't be serious?" you sigh.

"It's a medicine that muggles use to take care of their wounds," he tells his friend proudly. "I read about it in one of my books and I thought I'd try it. I guess it came in handy for this."

Ominis can't tell, but you're looking at him as though he has completely lost his mind.

"It'll help Y/N," he continues to explain incorrectly.

"No!" you finally shout despite the pain you get from moving. "Ominis, that's not what it is. That's just something muggles put on cuts and scrapes. It's like, the exact opposite of what you need for something like this. Goddammit, just use a fucking spell!"

The two Slytherins look at each other and Sebastian shrugs before they both hold up their wands. You feel the familiar, cool, soothing sensation spread over your wound again. A soft moan escapes your lips, which both of them try their hardest to ignore. And finally, sweet relief.

"So, Y/N," Sebastian begins to ask now that you're a bit better, "are you going to tell us how the hell that happened?"

"Garreth," Ominis spits, answering the question for you. "The two of you were doing something stupid and reckless, weren't you?"

"It wasn't anything big," you shrug. "It was just-"

"You don't have to tell us," Ominis cuts in. "But next time, can you avoid the blood? Please."

"I'm really sorry," you sigh, looking at the both of them. "And I know what you're both thinking."

"Then say it," Sebastian demands.

"Fine. You were right. Both of you," you admit. "I wasn't safe, but it wasn't his fault. I was the one who agreed to it, so don't get angry at him, okay? It was a mistake and I was an idiot and I learned my lesson."

"We can talk more in the morning. Go ahead and rest. I can see how tired you are," Ominis finally says.

"Right. Um, thank you," you tell him, and he smiles, before turning his gaze to Sebastian.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Sebastian smiles. "See you tomorrow."

A Y/N falls asleep, Sebastian stands up and loosens the tie around his neck. "So," he says, turning to Ominis, "are you sleeping in bed tonight?"

"Of course not," Ominis shakes his head.

"Are you sure? 'Cause according to one of my books humans like physical touch, they think it's comforting," Sebastian grins at his friend.

"I know you're mocking me, but I'm pretty sure all species feel that way," Ominis admits, not letting himself fall into his friend's trap.

"Well, Y/N doesn't seem to hate it when you're that close to her," Sebastian grumbles, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"She doesn't hate it when you are, either," Ominis shrugs.

"She's never even been close to me, not like that. She always keeps her distance."

"Not always."

"Whatever," Sebastian sighs. "I'm tired."

"You should go to sleep," Ominis agrees. "Goodnight."

"You too," he nods. "I'll be right back. Just running to the bathroom real quick."

Once Sebastian steps out, Ominis looks down at you and sighs. Just as he's about to stand up and turn away, you call out his name in a soft, dreamy voice.

"Ominis," you say, opening your eyes and gazing up at him.

"Yes?" he replies, his face heating up when he hears the way you call to him.

"Don't leave. I don't want to be alone," you whisper.

"I'm right here," he assures you, and sits down on the bed beside you. "You're safe. You don't have to worry."

"Then come closer," you yawn, stretching your arms out towards him.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Alright," he says, and slowly lays down on the bed beside you. He turns on his side so that he's facing you, and you smile to yourself at the gesture. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you reply, your eyes falling on his lips. "It's a good thing I had that charm you gave me."

"Good."

"Ominis," you say, allowing your hand to cup his cheek.

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"But I want to. And not just for this. For everything."

"I'd do anything for you, Y/N," he replies, and as he feels your body draw closer to his, a shiver runs down his spine.

"I know. You've proven that to me more than enough," you whisper.

"Anything, Y/N. Even if you wanted-"

"Shh," you cut him off. "It's late."

"Yeah, I guess so," he sighs.

"Then sleep," you insist.

"Sleep," he repeats. "You too."

"Right."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Ominis."

With a heavy sigh, Ominis lets his eyes shut and he relaxes against the pillow beneath his head. It isn't long, however, until his thoughts about you keep him awake. He can hear your gentle breathing, and the way that your body is pressed against his, the warmth spreading from you to him, is enough to drive him wild.

"Y/N?" he whispers, and his breath tickles the back of your neck.

"Yeah?" you reply, your voice groggy.

"Never mind," he tells you, but you don't miss the way his fingers wrap around your wrist and his thumb strokes the skin on the back of your hand.

"Is this okay?" he then asks, his hand moving lower and resting on your hip.

"Of course," you say.

"And this?" he hums, leaning his head forward to press against yours.

"Yes," you agree, and his lips move lower and hover over your own. "Mmm."

"This?"

"Please," you whisper.

And before you know it, his mouth is pressed against yours, moving in sync with your own, and you're practically melting into the kiss. He's slow and deliberate with his movements, and yet he manages to send your head spinning with each movement of his lips. His hands move around your waist, pulling your body as close as it can possibly get. Your legs entwine together and you find yourself pressing into him, searching for more.

"More," you gasp between kisses. Ominis obliges, and his hand begins to trail lower and lower.

"Shit!" Sebastian's voice suddenly booms as the door opens. "Stupid faucet. Can't anyone cast a simple reparo on a fucking sink?"

The two of you quickly break away, and Ominis' face burns as his friend approaches.

"Everything alright?" Ominis asks, trying his hardest to sound casual.

"Yeah," Sebastian sighs, looking down at the two of you and trying his best not to smile. "Just had to fix the sink."

"Right," Ominis nods as Sebastian sits down on his bed and lets out a frustrated groan. "Goodnight."

***

When you wake up in the morning, your eyes land on the handsome face of Ominis, who is lying right beside you. He's still asleep, and you decide it's best not to wake him. Instead, you allow your hand to caress his face softly as you admire the peacefulness of the moment. Suddenly, you remember that it's the middle of the week and you turn to get out of bed, but Ominis' arm only grips you tighter and pulls you closer against him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he grumbles.

"It's Tuesday. I have class," you whisper.

"You're still healing. You can stay in bed," he tells you.

"If I do that, my friends are going to wonder what happened to me and start asking questions," you sigh.

"So let them," he answers, still obviously half asleep.

"Ominis..." you sigh, trying to break free from his grasp, but he doesn't give up.

"Just a little longer," he mumbles, and nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck.

"Okay, fine," you sigh.

"Thank you," he whispers, and places a soft kiss on your collarbone.

"Mmm," you hum, enjoying the way his lips feel against your skin.

"You're beautiful," he says.

"Thank you."

"And smart. And brave."

"You flatter me."

"I'm serious," he adds, and his lips make their way to your shoulder.

"And so was I," you laugh. "I need to go, Ominis."

"Alright," he finally agrees as he begrudgingly pulls back the overs. He then stands up and walks to his dresser where he pulls out a clean shirt for you to wear. "Here, take this so you don't have to put back on that bloody shirt you came here with," he offers.

"Thank you," you smile as he draws near.

"How do you feel this morning anyway?"

You look down at the wound from last night which is now gone without a trace.

"It feels much better, thanks," you tell him.

"Good," he replies before giving you the shirt.

"Ominis," you breathe as you stand to your feet and quickly pull the shirt over your head.

"Yeah?"

"I had a nice time last night," you say as you fix yourself up.

"Me too," he nods.

"We should, um," you continue, unsure of where you're going with this. "I mean, I'm going to get going now. Thanks again. I'll see you later."

"See you later."

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