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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ❀ ˚◞ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. it was a regular day for you until you fall victim of the infamous green goblin. a familiar suit of red and blue comes to your rescue but his attitude completely catches you off guard.

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, angst, violence, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of blood, two idiots first meet

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another normal day of life.

another normal day in nueva york.

another normal day of work.

the irritating sound of your alarm wakes you from delicious slumber. a groan of annoyance escapes your lips, resting a hand on your forehead as your eyes adjust to the sunlight illuminating your room. reaching over to your nightstand, the alarm finally stops at the touch of a button on your phone. you stare up at the ceiling, indulging in a moment of solitude before resuming to the routines of life.

inhaling and exhaling deeply, you finally get out of bed and begin your morning routine. since you take showers at night, getting dressed and breakfast are the only things you have to do. after getting dressed in one of your favorite outfits and doing your makeup, you decide to snack on leftover pizza from last night as breakfast. the last bit of your routine was brushing your teeth. once that was taken care of, you packed your tote bag with personal items and headed out the door to start your day.

most days prior to heading to work, you visit the local café for your usual coffee and croissant sandwich. flying vehicles soar in the sky as you walk over to the café. although you live in a futuristic society with heavily advanced technology, including transportation, a bit of exercise doesn’t hurt. the clicking of your heels echos amongst the crowd of people on the sidewalk as you walked.

you finally arrived at the café and entered. the moment you stepped inside, the barista recognized you with a smile and starts working on your order. after paying your order and waiting a few minutes for your coffee, one of the employees calls out your name. you thank him with a soft smile as you take your coffee from his grasp. standing off to the side by where the little counter of creams and sugar are, you take a small sip to test the flavor. a soft hum of approval and delightfulness escapes your lips at the delicious taste of your coffee. “perfect.”

after saying bye and thanking the barista and the other workers, you exit the café and start walking. while walking and sipping coffee, a sudden loud noise of explosion erupts from behind. a loud gasp erupts from your throat as you covered your head with your arms, protecting yourself from the sudden impact. the smell of fire and smoke fills your senses. blinking your eyes a few times to regain focus, you turned around and looked at the source of the explosion. it was the café, now demolished.

a gasp of horror spills from your trembling lips. unfamiliar faces run past you, desperately escaping the chaotic scenery. adrenaline flows through your body at a wild rate as panic takes over your now fragile mind. what the fuck just happened? your glossy eyes filled with panicked tears scan the area, your body shaking and chest heaving due to heavy breathing. your body desperately tells you to run but your apprehensive and selfless mind wants to help those who are injured. without hesitation, you bolted to the café, disregarding your coffee by tossing it to the floor. fires and smoke erupts from the now demolished café, the sounds of painful whines and coughing echoing in your ears. not only there were fire and debris, a few lifeless bodies lie on the ground with puddles of blood oozing from underneath them. oh your heart aches at the unfortunate sight. those poor innocent souls. carefully avoiding the small pits of fire, you help survivors get out to safety.

a manic laugh echoes the around the building. glimpses of green can be seen flying in the air from the windows and holes. those features seemed very familiar, especially that laugh.

the infamous green goblin.

your eyes widen in realization; another one. as you assist the last survivor out of the café, a small gold ball with a green light flickering at a rapid speed lands on the floor close to you from outside.

as you braced yourself for the inevitable by covering yourself with your arms, you felt a pair of muscular arms securely wrapped around you. the sensation of wind blowing in your face was a sign that you were no longer in danger. very slowly, you opened your glossy eyes and looked up at a familiar figure in red and dark blue. the famous savior of nueva york.

once you were from a safe distance, the tall hero carefully sets you down on your feet. “thanks, spidey.” you flashed him a soft smile.

“¿estas tonta? why the hell did you go back there?! you could’ve gotten killed!” spider-man hissed with annoyance and frustration laced in his tone, the eyes of his mask narrowing at you with a definite pissed off expression underneath it.

well damn — he’s got an attitude and you were not expecting him to be rude right off the bat. definitely not a charming knight in shining armor. well, it was pretty stupid of you to wander into danger but your selfless spirit said otherwise.

“well sorry for wanting to help others. they were trapped and scared.” you hissed back, placing your hands on your hips in a sassy manner.

you two are arguing like you know each other or like a married couple. to be honest, it feels kinda weird but you decide not to comment about it since he’s pissing you off right now.

the acclaimed hero looks at you with a dumbfounded expression underneath the mask, astounded by your sassiness. great, you’re stubborn, he thought. he scoffs, you can tell he rolled his eyes under the mask. “help yourself before others. dying by your own stupidities is embarrassing.”

jeez — this guy is a real asshole.

before you could say something in return, that familiar manic laugh echoes the area, causing the man dressed in red and blue to turn around in the direction of the laughter. three other spider-people swing after the green goblin variant.

spider-man turns back facing you. “stay out of trouble, idiota.” he states sternly, murmuring that last part before swinging away, joining the other spider-people afar to deal with the villain.

a scoff of offense escaped your lips, jaw dropped. how dare he call you an ‘idiot.’ what an asshole. how the hell is that guy the hero of this city? honestly, you rather die by a villain’s hand than be saved by that asshole. hopefully you won’t run into him again, but if you do, you’ll give him a piece of your mind.

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it was one hell of a battle but they captured the goblin and the multiverse is still intact. however, for some unexplainable reason, his mind retraced back to the ridiculous interaction with you from earlier. how stupid were you to walk straight into danger? got a death wish or something? sure, you provided the basic excuse of helping others in need. very selfless and caring of you, proving you’re a decent person with a kind heart. but what bothers miguel so much is that you were willing to sacrifice yourself to help others. he doesn’t even understand why it bothers him so much. he doesn’t know you, nor you do him. miguel is spider-man, performing his duties as the hero of nueva york. tackling and collecting villain variants and anomalies for maintaining the multiverse. acting as leader of the spider society. ensuring the safety of the people.

yes, he has saved numerous lives in various situations. so why were you any different? you’re just a regular civilian who was in need of saving from danger, even by your own stupidity.

sure, your sassy attitude completely caught him off guard. miguel was so dumbfounded that he didn’t believe you were being serious, arguing with him of all people. himself arguing with you of all people, a random civilian he doesn’t know.

“all caught up in that big grumpy head of yours?” lyla interrupts his thoughts, magically appearing in front of him with arms crossed and a playful smirk.

miguel groans in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “funny.” he deadpanned, ignoring her presence by looking at the various orange screens in front of him.

the ai’s eyes narrowed, examining his expression. “you seem strange. what were you thinking of? or i should say, who were you thinking of?”

he can sense the smirk on her face grow wilder, making him internally groan. “no one, end of discussion.” his crimson eyes remained glued on the orange screens, still ignoring the ai.

she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “oh come on, big guy. you were thinking about her, the sassy lady.”

that finally made him look at her, lightly glaring with those crimson eyes. “cállate before i shut you off.” he threatens with gritted teeth, fangs showing.

lyla raised her hands in the air in defense. “what? i’m simply stating facts. it’s just i’ve never seen you cared so much for a civilian before with all that yelling and basically reprimanding her.” she lowers her hands before lightly shrugging.

“lyla.” miguel said in a warning tone, shooting a light glare at the ai assistant.

“just saying, boss.” she offers a smile before vanishing in the air, leaving him with his thoughts.

well, she isn’t wrong. you are just a regular civilian yet he reprimanded you like a child, arguing with someone like he knows. hopefully you actually listened to him and try avoiding trouble in the future. the last thing miguel wants is saving you from your own stupidity once again. and to deal with your sassy demeanor. hopefully that’ll be the last time he’ll see you, but if he does under stupid circumstances like today, miguel will give you a piece of his mind.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. ♡ @loser-alert @keepitreal001 @iamperson12280 @nostalgicdaira @flordelalunas @oharasfilipinawife @cho-coquette @lavenderslemonade @palesatan @awkward-d3rs3-dr3amer @lilscast @beanieboy23 @dorck26 @kakabskbskdnd @4crew

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[girlygguk]

fame - jjk (three)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc.

synopsis ; aera; the main dancer in one of the biggest k-pop groups in the world, Siren. debuting in 2014, it was nothing but immense hard work and perseverance (and being on the absolute verge of disbandment), but she and the four girls that grew to become her sisters pulled through. they did it. now they're performing at some of the most significant arenas and stadiums worldwide. meeting a cheeky, flirtatious and annoyingly gorgeous fellow idol that threatens to break down every wall of protection she's built around herself was not part of the plan. her career has always come first, having sacrificed and jeopardised many relationships and friendships in her journey to debut. so why does this time feel different?

story warnings ; smut, explicit language, violent & possibly triggering scenes.

chapter warnings ; explicit language, fluff, flirty jk

word count ; 3.2k

a/n: thank you sm for liking and commenting even reblogging its SO SWEEETTTT THANK YOU! first jk x oc interaction of the story finallyy

previous chapters ; prologue | one | two | drabble1 | three | four | ...

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📅 July 22, 2015 — A year ago...

📍 PARK ENTERTAINMENT BUILDING

» Aera's point of view «

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"—Sarang ha neun Aera-shiiiii," my sisters chorused as they clapped to the beat of their out-of-tune serenade.

"Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da!" They cheered, the flats of their palms slapping against the table while they waited for me to extinguish the burning sticks of wax stuffed into the swamp-green-coloured cake before me. I was informed earlier that Ha-Joon led the baking ensemble this morning, so I'm pretty sure it's ninety percent icing. The way the candles were at a thirty-degree angle, almost completely submerged in the desert, only furthers my suspicions.

With a cheesy grin, my eyes flutter closed as I put an end to the candles' lives. Little clouds of smoke whisp towards the ceiling when the flames die out, and I lean back a little to avoid inhaling the fume. "What'd you wish for?" Asami teased, swatting at Joonie's hand when the youngest tried to scrape her finger along the cake's side in hopes of retrieving some icing.

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true." I clichéd, pulling the candles out of the mountain of icing before they sunk like an injured battleship. Dumping the burnt sticks into the garbage can behind us, I turn to our leader as she scrolls through the comments of our current V-Live.

"Can you pass the knife, please, Unnie?" My request snaps her out of her daze, and she leans back from her phone like she didn't even realize she was so close to it. Then, grabbing the knife on the table's edge, she placed the handle in my direction and slid it across to me.

"We're at a thousand viewers!" Hanna screeched, her hand smacking at her knee in glee, and I joined in with the rest of the girls as we giggled at her excitement.

My jaw dropped in disgust and amusement as my assumptions about this cake's ingredients were correct. The knife dragged into the mush, slicing down an alp of icing before hitting a thin layer of cake far later than it should've. My eyes snapped straight to Joon as she bit her lip, her cheeks pink and puffed, no doubt trying to harbour a loud cackle at the look on my face.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I let out a breathy chuckle, continuing, or more so attempting, to cut the desert into presentable slices. Slapping each piece onto a paper plate, the girls pull a serving towards themselves as I go, waiting for me to dish up my own before they indulge. I lift the board that the remaining cake is melting on as we speak and put it out of the camera's view before sitting back in my chair with a huff.

Joonie's fork dug into her portion the moment I sat back in my seat, scooping a mouthful of pure icing and consuming it like somebody was trying to take it away from her. I snicker before doing the same, and a slight hum of approval escapes my lips when the fork hits my tongue, the icing surprisingly better and much tastier than I thought. I blame the shitty diet we're on. Cat food would taste good at this point.

Lifting my head, I browse the comments flooding through on our live, and my eyes widen at all the birthday wishes that dominated the comment section. "Thank you guys for the happy birthdays; you're so sweet." I gush, swirling my fork around my plate to try and find a chunk of actual cake and hopefully stop the tears I feel burning at my lower lash line.

I could feel the gaze of Nali on me, and I was failing to find a piece of solid food on my plate of pure topping, which was only making me more frustrated and almost losing the battle with the water pooling in my waterline.

"We couldn't afford two cakes." Nali blurted, and the sound of forks scraping against paper plates pulled to a halt, four heads turning to stare at the blonde.

A few moments of silence passed, and I didn't fight it anymore, my grip on my plate loosening, and I rested it on the table before bursting into a fit of laughter. I seem to have broken the dam because the rest of the girls were heaving over, a chorus of laughs and howls bouncing off the walls of our shitty little cramped office that we cleared out for the v-live.

"It was our first anniversary a few days ago, and if we made a cake for that, we would've blown our allowance then and not had enough for Aera's birthday. So it's sort of a conjoined celebration." Hanna explained to the viewers, wiping at the corners of her eyes to rid the stray tears gathering there from laughing.

Hanna, Asami, and Joon continued breezing through the comments pouring in from the fans on our live, spotting a few familiar usernames and greeting them like they were our own members. Our sweet yet disturbing maknae had finished her cake, her gaze dropping to the left when she saw Asami's unfinished plate pushed to the side, indicating she didn't want anymore.

I felt my eyebrows crinkle slightly, watching my roommate, one spoonful of icing away from a stomach ache and never-ending whining when we try to sleep later tonight, grab Asami's plate, and devour the remnants. You would think we don't feed this girl.

Brushing the hair that had fallen in front of my eye, my gaze fell to the blonde on my right to see her attention was already on me. I give her a small, thankful smile, grateful for how she had drawn the attention away from me for a moment to compose myself. Nali nodded in understanding, her hand finding mine under the table and delivering a soft squeeze that sent a wave of comfort through my body.

It had been an hour or so since we started the live stream, and we still had choreo to work on later tonight, so we responded to as many questions and messages as possible before wrapping up the celebration. Our leader, Hanna, took a screenshot of the viewer count, still giddy at the fact that we hit 1,100, which beat our personal record by far. We thanked our Allures profusely, big gummy grins covering our faces as we sent waves and kisses toward Hanna's phone as she ended the stream.

The sound of my phone vibrating on the table's edge caught my attention as we tidied up the area. Asami took the remaining cake to the kitchen and informed us she'd wrap it and put it in the refrigerator. Ha-Joon finished stacking the used paper plates and all but sprinted out the office door, muttering a quick "I'll help!" that earned a chorus of scoffs and eye-rolls from her unnies.

"That girl will return with a permanent green upper lip," Hanna grumbled, halfway through a thank-you post on our Instagram account with the statistics from today's live.

She pulled me over to get approval for the photos of me she was using for my birthday post, and I set my phone back down before getting a chance to check my notifications. She was scrolling through today's pictures, Nali's phone becoming our camera as we were streaming from Hanna's. I chuckled at how Hanna literally took a hundred photos, my face invading Nali's camera roll; you'd think it was my phone.

Settling on a few, I suggested she use the candid of Joonie wiping the green icing on my nose as the first slide. She nodded ecstatically, murmuring a quaint "yes! i thought so too" before returning to social media manager mode.

Hanna sent the chosen pictures to herself, handing Nali's phone back with a kissy noise causing the visual to retaliate with a playful scowl that paparazzi would pay thousands to capture. They both started to head towards the door, Nali with the full bin liner and Hanna with her phone clad in their hands, before the eldest turned back towards me. "Practice in 15," she announced, not looking up from her phone but her words flying in my direction.

"Okay, unnie." I smiled, and she glanced up from her device, a smirk gracing her lips as she waited for me to face the other direction before delivering a hearty slap to my ass. Winded, I spin around to return the favour but only catch sight of the raven-haired girl sprinting down the hall to catch up with Nali.

"Freak," I mutter, my laugh fizzing out in the room that now only contains me. My abandoned phone remains face-down on the table, and I trudge over, tapping the screen to bring it back to life. Staring at the notification perched at the top of my cracked phone screen, it glares back at me before my phone fades out due to inactivity. I continue bringing the phone back to life, each time staring at the same notification for thirty seconds before the screen goes black again.

15:34 JUNGKOOK FROM BANGTAN SONYEONDAN

Happy birthday Aera 🎂

I click on the notification, and my screen reacts to my demand, transitioning to the messages app. As I think of a response, my nail begins to tap against the side of my phone case in angst, and I almost put my phone away altogether.

It's just a happy birthday message, not a fucking proposal. My inner thoughts are demonic, taunting me as I discover five characters is apparently my limit before I delete everything and start over.

15:38 ME

thank you jungkook

Poetic. You truly have a way with words, Aera. My thumb scrambled to the side of my case, resting against the lock button, so close to ending my misery, before I saw the word 'delivered' change to 'seen' at the bottom of my message. He's fast to reply, almost as if staring at the text waiting for a response.

15:38 JUNGKOOK FROM BANGTAN SONYEONDAN

How are you?

Rolling my eyes at the basic pleasantries, I consider leaving him on read and heading towards the practice room with the rest of my members. Then, against my better judgment, I concede.

15:39 ME

i'm okay, you?

15:39 JUNGKOOK FROM BANGTAN SONYEONDAN

Just okay? It's your birthday, you should be happy! 🥳

15:39 ME

i am happy. today has been great 🥳

15:40 JUNGKOOK FROM BANGTAN SONYEONDAN

You know, mirroring the actions of someone else can often be misinterpreted as a show of affection

15:41 ME

aaaaand you fucking ruined it. i have to go practice

15:41 JUNGKOOK FROM BANGTAN SONYEONDAN

Wait Aera

Can we

Video call later tonight

My heart skips a beat, or six, as I stare at his text. He's so fucking blunt. So forward. It drives me mad. So mad that I find myself sending back a thumbs-up emoji before shoving my phone into my pocket and leaving the office that, I swear, has increased by five degrees in the last few minutes.

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The squeak of my reusable water bottle wrung in my ears as I squeezed the life out of the canister, the chilled liquid it holds trying its hardest to fight the internal burning temperature of my body. I run my hand through my damp hair in an attempt to incorporate air into the strands and allow my scalp a chance to breathe.

We wrapped up practice a few minutes ago; the rest of the girls had scrambled out of the burning suite when we unanimously agreed that we physically couldn't continue today. Hanna led the eager troops to the kitchen to prepare our dinner, and I secured the lid of my bottle shut before tailing the train down our company's hall. Stopping at my dorm once they had just entered the kitchen's quarter, I threw out a quick "i'll be there in a sec, just need to use the bathroom" before ducking into my room.

Snatching my hoodie that I threw on my bed carelessly earlier today, I flip it inside out at lightning speed, shoving my head and arms through the holes in what I'm sure is a personal best. Leaning over my bed with a huff, I grunt in triumph when I feel my phone in my grasp after a few failed attempts to grab it off my bedside table. Shoving it into the pocket of my sweatshirt, I make my way out of the dorm, looking in the direction of the kitchen before turning the opposite way and heading for the exit of our building.

A sigh of ecstasy leaves my lips as the chilled night air envelopes my frame once I push through the bulky door of our building and make my way toward the stony path that lines the structure. My butt hits the pavement with a thud, and I fish my phone out of my pocket; the device's light illuminating a ray of yellow in the darkness of the night as it comes to life.

Clicking on the familiar contact in my list, I hit the video icon and listen to the low hum of the outgoing tone as it attempts to connect me to the desired recipient. No more than five seconds pass before the loading symbol appears on the screen, the background black as the device works to load the picture of the awaiting parties.

I'm staring at the box in the bottom right corner that mirrors my appearance, halfway through pulling the hood of my jacket over my head to shield my matted hair before his bunny smile stately renders onto my phone screen.

My action is pulled to a halt, my hand releasing my shirt's hood as I take in the picture being shamelessly displayed by my busted phone. Jungkook leans against his headboard, clad in a black shirt that accentuates the shape of his arms. Speaking of arms, the one of his that isn't currently busy holding his device up runs through his woolly, fluffed hair before resting behind his head against the board.

"Saeng il chuk—" Jungkook started once my camera connected and displayed my face on the screen. A cringed scowl overtook me as I hushed him, shaking my head rapidly and begging him to stop the birthday anthem.

His cheeky giggle blew through my speaker when I cut off his song, eyebrows raised in amusement, "How's the big 19? Feel any different?"

"Days don't even feel like days right now, so no, I don't feel that different." My response is honest, eyes trailing down to the heel of my sneaker, currently scraping against the gravel beneath me that I'm sure is staining my sweatpants.

He nods in understanding, knowing exactly how I feel at the moment, having been in a similar situation in his rookie days. "Do you want me to call you Noona now?" He quips with a smirk, reminding me that I am, in fact, two months older than him.

My eyes widen as his question catches me off guard, and I do not bother to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head while he chuckles hoarsely at my reaction. "I will fucking kill you."

My response only seems to amuse him more, his eyes wide in faux fear, and I feel a smile breaking through onto my face, forcing me to look away from my phone for a moment. The smell of spices invades my nostrils, bringing me back to consciousness, and I glance up at the time displayed on my device.

"I have to go eat dinner," I say, watching his plump bottom lip purse into a pout.

My team probably thinks I am having abhorrent bowel movements right now. However, Jungkook's question pulls me out of my thoughts, his big bug eyes curious as he quizzes, "Why are you eating dinner at 11 pm?"

"The kitchen doesn't close until 12 on weekends, so we usually train later on Saturdays and Sundays." I shrug, shuffling a little until my back is flush against the side of the building. His eyebrows furrow, seemingly taken aback by my answer, and I'm unsure why.

"The kitchen closes at certain times?" His question is low and soft, and I can't decipher the look on his face as he says those words. This had become my reality that I adapted to so quickly since becoming a trainee. I often forget to filter out certain things before sharing with people.

"Do you want me to get you something delivered?" He asks; the tone of his voice is gasoline on the burning flame in my lower stomach.

"Oh yeah? Are you gonna supply food for five people?"

"Yes." His answer is instant, and I admit defeat to the battle with my mouth as my lips curve into a soft smile.

"Don't do that," I shake my head, pulling my knees closer to my chest as the wind picks up, and I hope it blows the phone out of my hand and into the local lake.

"Do what?" His tone is innocent though his features are anything but.

"Don't say shit like that."

"Shit like what?" The corner of his mouth upturns as he senses my frustration, my displeasure only seeming to egg him on.

The loud chatter and laughter of my members pull me back to my reality, and I let the laugh trapped in my throat escape before clambering to my feet, glaring at the boy leaning against his headboard once I steady myself, "I have to go."

Jungkook nods in understanding, looking like he didn't expect to get me for this long anyway. Just as I'm about to say goodbye, he leans up a little, the muscle in his arm tensing as it adjusts behind his head. "Wait, are you guys attending MAMA?"

I knew he meant well, but it didn't stop the unsettling feeling brewing in my stomach, the possibility of being unable to break through in our career despite the work my sisters and I put in daily glooming over my head like a heavy, grey cloud.

"Don't be ridiculous; we could never get an invite to a show like that."

"You will one day." He responds, his tone sure and confident, and I almost believe him.

"Maybe one day." I nod, a grateful smile finding its way to my lips, and he returns the gesture, his bunny teeth peeking out slightly in a cheesy grin.

"Have a good dinner, Noona. Happy birthday," he wishes, and my finger instantly dashes to the disconnect button in reflex. Giving him one final glance, I poke my tongue out teasingly, clicking the red icon that ends both the call and my suffering. 

Letting out a heavy breath, I walk back to the entrance of our building, swinging the door open and flicking the lock once it shuts behind me. My head falls forward onto the glass, and I have to stop myself from lifting it and slamming it back down a few more times.

Shoving my phone back into my hoodie pocket, I finally make my way toward my members in the kitchen. The smell that wafts from the kitchen tickles the aggressive hunger in my stomach, distracting my thoughts from other things. Halfway down the hallway, my eyes fall to the back of my head for the umpteenth time this night alone as I grind to a halt. Now I actually have to pee.

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Bloody Mess

Masterlist

Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: When a fight between the two of you goes wrong you find yourself and your arch-enemy The Comedian indulging in a different type of violence.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: NSFW - physical violence, rough vaginal sex, blood play, semi-public sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom/sub dynamic, Eddie's filthy mouth, shotgunning

A/N: Nasty, bloody rooftop sex with the Comedian, need I say more?

The sky was darkened, though the busy roads; the many scarlet-tinted tail lights that blared from every vehicle and looked like little red dots from your view relentlessly lit the city. You stood on the ledge of one of many rooftops you'd crossed tonight in search of anything, something. Someone to kill, someone to save, trouble to start and to end. Your idea of heroism was never exactly clean cut, and it showed in your violent streak of vigilantism. The government was never particularly fond of the masked freaks running rampant in New York City let alone the occasional rowdy civilian or protester you might've beat half to death, or all the way to, here and there. You were a wanted woman. The target on your back got you used to the feeling of being watched, an unlikely familiarity with that chill that swept down your spine when it felt like someone was waiting for you to turn your back and take a swing at you, or when he was here. You turned around, and sure as shit there he was, him. Your arch nemesis Edward Blake, the fucking Comedian. You despised the bastard, and he hated you no less. Oftentimes you'd leave each other so bloodied and beaten that when you did manage to get away you'd be in recovery for weeks, and he'd broken more bones than you had fingers.

"Fancy seeing you tonight, doll." Eddie spoke past the cigar balancing in the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching up to close his fingers over the cigar as smoke streamed out from the ignited end.

His back was pressed up against the door that led to the rooftop of the building, a smile playing on his lips as he inhaled deeply before removing the cigar from his lips. Asshole took the easy way up. The dynamic between you and the Comedian was one of brutality, the two of you indulging in an endlessly intense cycle of violence over and over again, and you were sure you'd do it until one of you killed the other. And as he took one last drag and tossed the cigar off to somewhere on the rooftop you knew it was time for this usual rough little dance of yours, a flurry of swinging fists and nasty kicks until one of you got too tired or injured to fight the other and managed to pull off some kind of escape.

"Oh Eddie, you know this didn't happen by chance. You chase me through this city like a lost puppy."

His smile faded, the shift in his eyes highlighted that much more by the black eye mask that surrounded them, and his jaw tensed with the irritation of what you'd accused him of. You practically called him clingy. He stormed towards you, his boots thudding against the roof as he moved in strides with a focused look in his eyes, the look he usually had before he punched you square in the mouth and threatened to take a few teeth while he was at it. The approaching attack had you hopping down from the ledge and charging towards him knowing you couldn't let him reach you first, you always met him halfway. As soon as you were within reach Eddie swung, a heavy punch that you narrowly dodged and attempted one of your own, except yours landed. Your fist slammed against his jaw, your knuckles splitting when you drew your fist back and dealt a second in succession, but the third was greedy. Eddie recovered, not that he needed much, and caught your wrist. He swiftly twisted your arm behind your back and kneed you down to the concrete, your face slamming into the ground and the feel of strain and tension searing through your shoulder making you let out a wheezy pain-filled laugh. You turned your head to look at him ignoring the friction burn you were surely scraping along your cheek in the process, a smile playing on your lips as you finally felt the blood lining your top lip, your nose pouring with it. You'd have to crack that back into place later.

"You know I like it rough."

His eyes filled with amusement, the smile he too allowed to spread across his lips reflecting that sickeningly pure joy. He loved having you pinned bloody and beaten beneath him, but more than anything he loved that you cracked a smile through the pain no matter the agony. It was one of few similarities between the two of you, but most definitely his favourite.

"Good, 'cause there's more where that came from."

He had your arms pinned behind your back, the other clasping the nape of your neck to snatch you harshly upright from the concrete, and you could feel how he was readying to slam you back down again. Fuck that. You swung your head back and slammed the back of your head into his face, the sudden force making Eddie loosen his grip enough for you to wiggle free and spin around to face him. He was clutching his nose while muttering curses under his breath, blood escaping from his nose and through the gaps between his fingers, dripping from his chin onto the floor below. Then, as the initial adrenaline began to subside, you felt a pounding sensation throughout the back of your head. You reached up to pass your hand over it for a moment and hissed as your palm lightly pressed down whilst you tried to blink away the fact that you were seeing doubles, then drew your hand back and raised it in front of your face to inspect it. No blood, but you'd have one hell of a concussion. It seemed Eddie came to just as quickly as you did, your eyes locking as you glared daggers at one another. He was the first to stand and practically lunge in your direction, an infernal rage in his eyes burning so bright that you were sure this would be it, he'd surely crush your throat if he got a hold of you, but you'd go out swinging. You quickly rose to your feet and leapt at him when he was within reach, tackling him to the ground and landing on top of him when his back collided with the ground, the solid wall of a man that he was cushioning your fall. He took a deep breath a little winded and you used the opportunity to bring your fist down onto him, once, twice, but the third was wishful thinking. It seemed bad things came in threes this evening. He raised his leg up under you and kicked you, a boot to the stomach so hard there was nothing beneath you before you knew it, until there was; and by hell did you know it. You landed awkwardly on the ledge of the rooftop, the immense pain coursing through your abdomen and the blood you seemed to be painting the ledge in with every cough sending what of your body was on over, and you slipped. You managed to grip the edge with both hands just as you felt the nothingness below you, wind rushing through your hair and the view of passing cars on the streets hundreds of feet below taunting you. It was a long way down, and the gnawing pain in the shoulder Eddie had busted was making it hard to keep a grip, a small scream escaping your lips as it only worsened the longer you held on for. Just then, there he was. He leaned over and hovered just above you to let out a small chuckle at the state you were in, his eyes following the way your fingers were slowly slipping further and further towards your demise.

"Well shit, looks like I'll get the last laugh after all, doll."

It was as you looked into his eyes that you felt it, pure unadulterated fear. You'd never felt anything like it in your life, had never been this close to death, and the place you were most likely going was nowhere good. You never thought you'd beg him for anything, but you began sputtering the pleas from your lips before your mind could stop you.

"Eddie, Eddie please! My arm, fuck I can't!"

Under any other circumstances seeing you beg for your life would've pleased him, made him laugh even, but his smile faded. The Comedian stopped laughing. You couldn't hold on any longer, frantic eyes fixed on his as you scrambled slightly before being forced to release your grip and prepare to feel yourself falling through the air, eyes screwing shut for a moment out of sheer panic. But you felt nothing. When you opened your eyes Eddie was leaning over the ledge, his hand tightly gripping yours. You thought he ought to have stamped your hands off at first, or simply let you fall to your death, but there was something strange circling in that man's eyes, something you couldn't quite recognise. He just couldn't let you die. He pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you as he lifted you and pressed you to him, allowing himself to fall back onto the rooftop and take you with him. As his back pressed up against the concrete you attempted to calm your hysterical breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he inhaled his own heavy, fatigued breaths. What could be distinguished as stars through the evening smog twinkled brightly overhead, the moon casting a light over one side of Eddie's face illuminating the scrapes and cuts you loved to mark one another with, and you dare say the two of you found your first moment of peace; of silence. Intoxicated with the adrenaline rush of a second chance at life at the hands of your own would-be killer you lifted your head from his chest to look at him, him too lowering his eyes to meet yours though they appeared to wander elsewhere from time to time, and you crashed your lips against his. It was reckless, and Eddie could've sent your ass tumbling over the roof again, but he didn't. His lips moved back against yours hard enough to bruise, his tongue forcefully pushing into your mouth as your slightly blood-filled mouths began to mix, both coating each other's tongues with that salty metallic mixture. It was a goddamn mess.

"You're so fucking pretty, sweetheart." Eddie whispered between your bloody kisses, the surprisingly gentle flattery making you laugh against his lips.

"I always knew you had a thing for me." You teased, the comment prompting him to bring his hand down onto your ass hard and send a loud smack sound ringing through the air; that'd leave a mark.

You jolted a little as you bit down on your lip and felt the sting prickling across your skin, the warning stare he shot you and the dangerously dark smile forming on his lips reminding you of how vulnerable of a position you were in.

"This doesn't change anything, doll. Just a little fun."

He flipped you so that it was your back now pressed against the cold ground and he was hovering above you, one of his hands trailing from your breasts down to your stomach, and then further until he was skimming his fingers over your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you shamefully needed him more than ever. Eddie gripped your thigh, squeezing the flesh and revelling in the small moan that slipped past your lips from the smallest of touch.

"You keep up with making noises like that and you're gonna be the death a' me in more ways than one."

He brought your legs further up onto his lap, angling you so that he could work a hand behind your back in search of your costume's zipper. He started tugging it down the moment he felt it against his fingers, the form-fitting material of your bodysuit spreading out slowly over your back and exposing your skin to the freezing skyline chill. When the zipper stopped just above your behind Eddie was eager to reach around the front to start peeling it off you, your body arching to assist him with the removal. He tsked as he reached your hips, your legs hung over his lap stopping him from dragging the material down your legs.

"You ladies and your damn costumes, legs up."

You weren't the type to take orders, especially from that of Edward Blake, but you were for tonight. You drew your legs back and raised them allowing him to drag the gathered fabric down your legs, carelessly tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but the g-string that hardly constituted as underwear and the garter belt laid over the top, your stockings fastened to the clips. His eyes lit up at your taste in panties, and a throaty chuckle escaped his throat.

"You always been such a nasty slut?" He rasped as he dug a finger beneath some of the material situated on your hips and pinged it against your skin, the elasticated sting making you wince.

It was clear Eddie took no prisoners even when it came to that of intimacy, his fingers impatiently fiddling with the comically large buckled belt resting across his hips and tossing it aside once he got it undone, his fingers pulling his zipper down and wedging into the waistband of his pants to push them down afterwards, letting the material sit just below his hips. Almost irritated he dug his fingers into the front of your panties and tore them clean off, the rip of the lace and the sudden exposure to the cold almost causing your legs to attempt to snap shut and a surprised gasp leave your lips, but your legs draped either side of his hips meant you could do no such thing.

"Eddie!" You scolded as he discarded your ruined panties, the look he shot you once he turned his attention back towards you sending a chill down your spine.

He was grinning, the blood drying beneath his nose and decorating other parts of his face making for one hell of a mess, and making his amusement all the more sinister. It was now that it occurred to you that giving yourself to the comedian was like selling your soul to the devil. Eddie was a cruel, callous bastard who would do with your body as he pleased, and you were opening yourself up to whatever sadistic torment he had in store for you, but what really frightened you? You weren't sure you cared. He roughly grasped your hip with one hand, the other digging into one side of his pants as he pushed them down until he'd entirely freed himself, his cock springing free and leaving you barely able to spare a glance as he immediately leaned into the space between your spread legs and took hold of your other hip, his calloused fingers digging into your sides as he lined himself up and practically slammed inside you. He gave you no time to adjust, giving his first thrust with no mercy for the way you were still getting used to the stretch around him, the sharp pain making you wince and grip his forearm, your fingernails digging into his skin as you squirmed beneath him.

"What, can't take it now, sweetheart? Thought you liked it rough." He punctuated his taunting words with another hard, merciless thrust, your eyes screwing shut as you let out a pain-filled moan.

"That was when we were beating the shit out of each other, Eddie." You forced through your desperate and strained breaths, the reminder of the violence you shared only minutes ago making him smile a little and run his tongue over his bloody bottom lip.

"Fighting, fucking, same damn thing." He leaned down to capture your lips before you could argue with him, the groan that he breathed into your mouth as he gave another deep, bottomless thrust mixing with your own muffled, high-pitched moan.

He tasted like cigars, the facial hair dusting his top lip skimming over your lips as he stole the air right out of your lungs and exchanged it for his own. Eddie's lips moved against yours until he pulled back and used his bruising grip on your hips to flip you onto your stomach, his hands immediately readjusting onto your hips and bringing your ass upright making your back arch, and then he was inside you again. You flattened your palms against the concrete as you tried to come to terms with the new unforgiving angle, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the evening air as did the moans you could no longer suppress, the noise only seeming to further spur him on to bury himself inside you over and over. Then his hand was in your hair, wrapping it around his leather fingerless gloves and using the grip on your hair to jerk your head backwards only arching you further, his hips bucking up as he utilised the newfound angle.

"Oh fuck, Eddie!" You cried through pleasure filled sobs, tears trickling down your cheeks from the mixture of the searing burn in your scalp and the way he fucked into you so ruthlessly.

Even then you somehow found yourself needing more, and so did he. He leaned into you and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that would be a deep violet in only a matter of hours and lightly biting with his teeth, still tugging your hair all the while. Eddie was branding you. You'd have to sport these marks on your neck for weeks along with the other bruises and cuts that you'd earned from the way he'd manhandled you moments prior, not that now was any different. It just felt better. But only the two of you would know the man those marks pertained to, and you'd have to hear him taunting you about it anytime you run into him from here on out. Your thoughts were interrupted as he brought his free hand against your ass with a hard smack, the biting sting spreading through your skin making your eyes water once more, though the cry filled whimper that escaped your lips told a different story. He chuckled darkly at the sound you made, his chest plate pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered.

"You gotta let me hurt you like this more often." He teased, still pushing your buttons even when he was so deep in you you could hardly think straight.

"Fuck you." You spat back, though Eddie didn't seem to care much for your protest as he gripped your jaw and moved your head so your mouth could sloppily meet his, your lips parting more submissively than you'd like to admit as his tongue slipped past your lips.

He could still taste your blood on your tongue, his mouth claiming yours and groaning against your lips as he did, and then he pulled back. He unwrapped your hair from his hand and let you fall back towards the concrete, feebly propping yourself on your arms as he gripped your hips again and picked up the pace of his hard thrusts, the spot he was driving into over and over making your legs quiver. It was no surprise when your orgasm crashed over you, your palms instinctively flattening against the ground as the occasional minute stone dug into your palm, the way your breath caught in your throat before you let out a long, pleased moan making him all the more eager. His hips started to stutter whilst a low grunt rumbled from his throat, and he managed to pull out just in time to shoot hot wet spurts on your inner thigh, his hand resting at the top of your ass as he watched the droplets dribble down your thigh and slightly pool on the concrete at the inner side of your knee. Too weak to hold yourself up any longer and having already pushed your injured shoulder to the limit you let yourself drop to the ground, the side of your face smushed against the roof as you tried to steady your breathing, Eddie too slumping against your back but propping himself up enough that he wouldn't crush you with his weight.

"That was almost as fun as kicking your ass." You teased once you'd gathered yourself, the comment making him scoff and lift himself to move off of you, readjusting his costume and tucking himself back into his pants.

"Someone's ass still got mighty kicked." He retorted and gave your abused ass a firm slap just to remind you, the sound it drew from you making him chuckle.

You winced from the sharp pain and dreaded the thought of catching a glimpse of whatever he'd done to you back there in the mirror later, to your whole body really. Gathering what was left of your dignity you picked yourself up and slipped your bodysuit back on, the way the material clung to your afflicted skin doing you no favours, and the embarrassing reminder that you were now pantyless thanks to The Comedian as the material uncomfortably lined your crotch. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him when you were done, a lit cigar now balancing between his lips just as it had when you first laid eyes on him earlier in the night, though he looked much more dishevelled now. There was a thin sheen of sweat on some parts of his face, stray strands of hair falling from the way his hair was somewhat swept back and curling at either side of his forehead. Blood had dried above his top lip from when you'd given him quite the nose bleed, some on his teeth which you could only make out when he closed his fingers around the cigar and removed it from his lips, grabbing your chin to guide your lips towards his, smashing his mouth against yours. He used the opportunity to fill your mouth with cigar smoke until it was almost like breathing him in, humming a small moan against his lips from the sensation before Eddie let go of your chin and pulled back. He cracked a cocky smile as he watched you exhale the smoke once your lips had parted, the hubris in his expression only heightened that much more by the eye mask that encircled his eyes.

"See you around, doll."

He murmured before setting his cigar back between his lips and heading back through the way he came, the metal door slamming shut behind him.

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Lean on My Arm as You Break My Heart

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (GN or fem) Word count: 2.9K Chapter/content warnings: 18+ MDNI! Angst, pining, previous established relationship, mentions of a wound, steamy kissing (I think that's it). A/N: this is my first time writing for Matt! I adore him and so many writers have done brilliant pieces for him so I'm pretty anxious. I had this idea come to me after listening to Mitski and part of it is influenced by her song 'I Don't Smoke' which just has angsty relationship vibes. I do plan to write more for Matt and for those fics to be better (definitely some fluff I do think of myself as more of a fluff writer, I really struggle with angst). I'd really love feedback! As always comments, reblogs, asks etc. are more than welcome.

Matt knows you’re home, he can hear your distinct heartbeat that’s committed to memory. He’d be able to single it out in any crowd as well. He also knows that you’re awake, you always were. While your insomnia hadn’t been the most practical for your life, it had been extremely convenient during your relationship. 

He knocks on your bedroom window, it’s no longer kept unlocked for him. He remembers when it always was at night for when he'd go on patrols, he wonders when that stopped and when you started locking him out. 

You hear the knock and it startles you, causing you to jump and drop your book in bed. You know it's him. You haven't spoken or seen each other in close to two months but who was counting? You sadly were. 

You stayed frozen in your bed, wondering if the knock was a figment of your imagination as you felt like you were spending your days waiting for him to come back. It wouldn't work out, you knew that. But the thought was more than enough for your pining heart. You waited a few more seconds, if it really was him maybe he'd just go. The locked window was a hint he could pick up on surely. 

Maybe he'd think you're asleep or that you're not home. He knew you were there, he heard your heart beat and he heard it spike when he'd knocked. He knocks again and he hears your sigh. 

You get out of bed and walk over to the window, you pause for a second before deciding to open the curtains. You see Matt and can't help but sharply inhale. You knew it would be him on the other side but it still somehow hurts even more than you expected. The thought of him had been enough to burn the flame bright but seeing him and having him mere inches away with only a thin window of glass separating you both was doing so much more for that flame. 

He doesn't knock, he just stays there, perched on the fire escape, he heard your feet and the curtain open. You hadn't opened the window yet though. He's still devilishly handsome, even in that suit that ended up separating you and obscures the face of your Matt. 

"Go." It's a single syllable. A single word. It's the most you could get out without losing all dignity, you want to say more but you don't trust yourself.

Matt notices the falter in your voice, it's not cold and cruel but it's a noticeably colder tone than you'd ever spoken to him in before. He taps the glass of the window gently with his finger. 

"Please?" He asks, it's soft, almost too quiet. You can't say no to him. You wonder if Matt still knows that, if it's what he's thinking and why on earth did he come here? And why tonight? 

You bite your lip and nod to yourself as you silently unlock the window and then open it, taking a couple of steps back as he climbs through. He's graceful and swift as ever but it's clear that he's injured himself based on his balance and gait. The landing wasn't the best Daredevil one you'd ever seen. 

"What happened?" You ask. 

"It's fine, just a few cuts." It's quick, dismissive of his pain as always. It almost takes you back to when you both were a couple and this was the regular night life. 

"I'll go get the kit." You respond quickly as you watch him, it's conflicting having him back here. 

"You still have it." He's flattered and he's hoping for anyway in. He misses you and he can live in denial a bit longer, let the fuse short circuit again in another month if you'll let him. 

"It's just- it's just practical." You say flatly, he nods with a slight smirk that you don't see as you turn. "There's some of your clothes in the bottom drawer if you want to change." You say it quickly, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you speak. You quickly walk off to avoid seeing his reaction, you can't face it so you make your way to the bathroom to get the first aid kid that had been generously stocked with everything he'd ever need that you'd used in bandaging him up a million times before. 

As you're gone he makes his way to the dresser, he's kind of surprised that you still kept some of his clothes folded neatly in your dresser. There's nothing of yours in that drawer, he wonders why it's so isolated, is it to not cross-contaminate the scents? He wouldn't mind wearing a reminder of you after so long.

He pulls a pair of sweatpants out and puts them on and then finds a t-shirt, he'll put it on afterwards. He has a cut across his chest so there's no point in putting it on. 

Matt sits on the bed after changing, resting his hands on the sheets. They've been washed and changed since he last slept in them but he can still tell from the scent and texture, they're the same sheets he'd slept in with you once upon a time. That he'd kissed you in, made love to you in, recovered in and held you in. There's something comforting in that, he closes his eyes and if he tries hard enough he can pretend this is just an ordinary night. That nothing had changed. 

"Couch please." It's too domestic, too normal and too tempting to have him sitting on that bed that you shared with him for so many nights and mornings. The fact that he's shirtless doesn't help either, it wasn't purely physical with Matt, it was a deep emotional connection as well but the physical chemistry and attraction had never been deficient. Having him here but not was an ache deep in your soul, one you can feel in your bones, just for him. 

You could kiss him. He's taken the mask off now, you could run your fingers through his hair. And you could kiss him till you couldn't think about anything but his lips. It's too easy to fall into the same patterns. You know that and you won't let yourself get hurt again. You just hope the couch won't lead to so many temptations. 

He makes his way to the couch quietly, it surprises you, you'd expected some quip in response, a tease. But there isn't one and you don't know what to make of it. You don't know why he's here, it's just delaying the inevitable and suffering again. 

He sits on the couch, his head is tilted down, you don't know why. Is it out of guilt? Sadness? Pain? You sit on the couch next to him, your bodies facing each other with only mere inches in between them. It would be so easy to break the distance, crawl into his lap and melt into his embrace. 

You shake your head slightly to break the thoughts, your eyes scan down to his pale chest where you see the bleeding cut. It's a few inches long but it surprisingly doesn't look too deep. 

"Is it okay if I touch it?" You ask softly, his head tilts up for a moment at the sound of your voice. Then he nods, his head tilts down again with a small blush as you start to clean the wound. 

In a normal relationship this should've phased someone but it didn't, you had become somewhat desensitized to how bizarre the situation and occurrence of it was somewhere along the lines. Definitely earlier in the timeline than not. He grimaced a little as you touch the wound to clean it.

"You're going to die before you can even consider retiring from your day job." You say quietly but sternly as a response. You're too tired to have a filter.

"Sweetheart, I think that one's on capitalism and anyway-" 

"Don't." You cut him off with a sigh as you rub your temple, trying to school your emotions. "You know what I mean Matty." 

He hums in response with a small, dry chuckle. The tone you have upsets him but the fact that you still call him Matty melts him a bit. It's what he needed. You don't get how he could find this funny or amusing. 

You sigh and start to bandage the cut now that it's been cleaned, out of habit your fingertips gently dance along the pale skin of his pec for a moment careful not to touch the wound. It's muscle memory and your cheeks heat up at what you've just done. 

It's taken Matt back, his heart skips a beat and he smiles at the sensation, you start to move your hand away and he frowns at that. He swiftly catches your wrist in his hand before you get the chance to completely pull it back. His grasp is firm but gentle, it sends a shiver up your spine. 

"You know, I'm stronger than you give me credit for." You whisper. You don't know if it's a challenge, its something you say with numerous potential meanings waiting waiting be analyzed. He definitely had more manpower than you and you had no intention of challenging his hold as you both anxiously awaited the other's next move. The tension was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. 

"Matty." You whisper softly after swallowing, Matt's had people call him that his whole life, he should be used to it but nobody says it like you do. His name sounds so different and so right when coming from your lips. He brings your wrist closer to his face, you can feel his breath on your wrist for a millisecond before he kisses it. 

The kiss is gentle but extremely hungry. It's always what Matt does, he kisses the parts of you that he finds delicate. The details, the parts of you that other lovers would ignore, wouldn't even think of. It's all in the details for Matt. 

He kisses you like he hasn't had a meal in months, has he been touch-starved like you have since you parted? Is he as lonely as you've felt, was this a desperate plea for a bit of attention? Connection? Love…? His lips burn across your skin and you let out a little whimper. 

"Matthew." 

He stops, it's the fact that you've used his full first name. He knows that he came here on a wild chance. But he'd missed you and felt so empty without you, without you in the same bed as him when he did sleep. Those meaningless but smile-inducing, day-brightening texts throughout the working day. He needed this, he could live in what you'd call denial that maybe you two could work it out. He didn't know but he needed it, he needed to believe it tonight. 

"Is this what you need? To be mean?" He asks, gently letting go of your wrist.

"I'm not being mean- I'm trying to be practical here Matt." He was making you feel so many things and you didn't know what to do with any of them, with each breath and moment you looked at him you felt more and more of your self control slipping away.

Some part of Matt knows that you're not being mean. You weren't a mean person and you especially never were a mean person to him. Sure you hadn't ended on the happiest, most amicable of terms but that was just how it was for him. It only feels mean because you're being distant, you're not as welcoming and loving as you normally are. You have these boundaries that are preventing you two from going back to how you were a few months ago. He needs that, he needs you and you need him but you don't need the pain. 

"Because fine, if you need to be mean. I-I can take it. Just please?" He says, his eyes are glassy, you think you spot some unshed tears there and it's crumbling away at your walls more. You watch him like you're seeing him for the first time, or maybe the last. It could be either, you're not sure. 

You bite your lip as you put a hand to his cheek, his short stubble prickles against your hand, you haven't felt that in so long and you can see him relax so much just at that sign of affection. The tension is melting off of him. 

You slowly move your hand down so it now sits on his shoulder and before you can even think of what to say to him his lips are on yours. For a millisecond it's surprisingly gentle and then it's a desperate clash. Your fingers thread through his hair and then tug as you feel him bite your bottom lip. His hand finds itself onto the small of your back and he pushes you into his lap so you're now straddling his waist. 

His kisses are hungrier than what his mouth was when it was kissing your wrist before. He's starved and it feels like he's desperate to consume you. Each moment that his lips are on yours is making up for a moment when they weren't. His mouth works to your jaw and then down along your neck, it's messy, sloppy and desperate. 

It feels so right but you know it only will while it lasts but you can't tell him to stop because you don't want to. You'll hate yourself for it in the morning though, you know that for certain. 

Why couldn't this work out? Matt was perfect in almost every way. He was sweet, intelligent, witty, handsome, he had a respectable day job. Day job. Everybody who met him was instantly charmed. If it just wasn't for damn Daredevil you thought. It has started to get too much, Matt was becoming more reckless, restless, obsessive and you could see him spiraling. Everything had become unpredictable. You'd never wanted him to give it up but it got to a stage where he was too distant and it had become too much. 

"You know I love you right?" He asks as he presses a kiss to the top of your shoulder, you close your eyes wishing reality to go away as you thread your fingers through his hair. 

"Matt." You whisper out silently. 

"I miss you." His voice is more raw when he says it but then he sucks on your neck, stealing out a moan. If you were in your right mind right now you'd wonder if it was to distract from the emotion he was letting out. 

"I miss you too but-" 

"We can make it work, we're good together." It was true, throughout your relationship you had been good together. Your loved ones had wondered why it hadn't worked out, he'd always been so perfect and doting and you couldn't tell anyone the real reason why. 

"But-" 

"We'll find a way." He says and you don't say anything.

 No matter what you say, your heart will just crumble some more and you don't need anymore heartbreak tonight. You're not sure if you're heart could deal with shedding any more tears for Matt Murdock. 

 Your hands leave his hair and he groans at that, they move to his cheeks and you bring his face up from his neck and kiss him again. Equally hungry to his earlier kisses. His lips taste metallic and slightly chapped. But it's a taste that's dizzying and he meets you with equal fervour. 

Maybe you should give it another chance, it feels so right being in his lap with his lips on yours, your teeth and tongues clashing together, spending the early hours of a weekday on the couch like this. 

You continue to kiss and tug on his hair as his arms wrap around you. Maybe the desperation is just so tangible. 

"It hurt me a little that the window was locked sweetheart." He admits as he breaks away for a second to catch his breath before crashing back to your mouth, his arms are still wrapped around you and one hand snakes down to squeeze your hip. 

“Give. It. Up.” You pant out in between kisses. 

You're both too desperate but you don't regret saying it. He just kisses you, he won't. He never would and he never will. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't respond but you know the answer. His silence is an answer and it's a loud enough one. 

You might regret this in the morning but right now, you don't care although that's a lie as you feel pain over his silent answer. It just makes the kisses desperate and sloppier. 

Once you're done with each others bodies on that couch, the couch you had hoped would avoid a situation like this from occurring you sigh. You wonder if he thinks you're breaking his heart or what he even thinks of you right now. But you just sit there on that couch together, and as he leans against your arm with his head resting on your shoulder, he's just breaking your heart.

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[swiftsdelucaa]

I love your blog and your writing sm!!! ❤️

I wanted ask you if you could write an imagine for Andrew DeLuca where the reader gets injured badly during the fire in the hospital and he doesn't know right away because no one tells him? No pressure ofc, thanks :)

❛ 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Andrew DeLuca x reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Tyy sm anon!! 💜💜 Loved writing it, hope you'll like it too!! :)

The fire, the smoke, the fear, the anxiety, those were the only things you could remember, the only things that surrounded your mind and your body. Right now around you there were just people, many people you knew, that probably were worried for you. Breath was difficult in that moment, and mostly of your body parts hurt due of the burns. Someone put an oxygen mask on your face, as they kept talking about things you couldn't understand very well because of your current state. You knew you weren't okay, everything has been crazy, you just tried to do the best and help Stephanie.

"S-Steph..." you immediately remembered about her and took off the mask to talk.

"She is okay Y/n, now we're doing the best for you" Jackson reassured you. "But you mustn't make efforts" he added. You barely could nod, the weakness that had taken over your body got the better on you.

"Should we call Andrew?" Maggie asked. "I mean, he has no idea of what it's happening"

"Okay, but we don't even know where he could be" Meredith replied. Yeah, he was with the other doctors, helping all those people who has been in trouble because of that situation. You wanted him with you, you couldn't hide that you were a little scared, but you didn't want to worry him too much. You knew him, you knew how much he got involved in everything, especially if it was you. But anyway you didn't have enough strength to respond, the pain and flanking were strong.

"Yeah, he need to know, but I don't think this is the best moment..." Jackson said. "There are many people here, and I think we should tell him when everything will get better" they nodded to his affermation, then they focused again on you.

"Stephanie asked of Y/n, how is she?" Jo entered in your room, looking at you and hoping to hear a positive answer.

"We're dealing with it, she'll be okay" Jackson replied reassuring her.

Right when you were a little calmer, breath has become more difficult than before, you started caughing but then it became difficult too. The pain decreased, the weakness seemed like tiredness, so you closed your eyes, not feeling anything anymore.

"She's inhaled too much smoke, her lungs are damaged, she's in cardiac arrest!" Maggie exclaimed starting the compressions. "Wilson, we need a crash cart" Jo ran right away to find one, but there were so many people, and everything was no longer in its own place.

Andrew was talking to Richard about the fact to organize the situation. He glanced over at the girl, she seemed quite agitated. Apparently she found what she was looking for, but she has to try to walk on through all those people.

"Damn please, we're trying to save Y/n's life!" she screamed as she walked towards your room.

"What?" Andrew expression changed suddently. She approached her despite webber trying to stop him. "W-what have you said?" Jo turned to his as soon as she heard his voice. She wanted to explain, but she didn't have time to waste, so she kept running towards your room.

They took the defibrillators and released a charge, hoping to recover the pulse again. Andrew arrived right in that moment, after he followed Jo. He just looked at you, he couldn't explain the way how he felt in that moment.

"Y/n!" everyone turned to him when they heard him. His voice was a mix of feelings, he was so worried, broken and maybe angry too.

"DeLuca, we... are doing everything possible..." Meredith tried to calm him, but he was so confused and needed explanations, so he approached to you.

"What is-" he looked to your monitor, the line was still flat. "Y/n..."

"Andrew... please, you should go..." Jo pulled him away from where you were layed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"We have the pulse!" Maggie sighed happily as everyone was glad too. Andrew was still quite shocked, but indeep he was relieved too.

"She is strong, she'll be fine, okay?" Jo said reassuring him. He couldn't say anything, he was still scared, for a moment he thought to lose you. Jo walked him out, finding a place for him to sit and be quiet. She then came back to the other doctors to help them.

Now he had to deal with the wait. It's not easy not know how the person you love and you care the most is. Maybe she was in surgery, or they were focused on her burns or maybe there was another complication. All of this killed him for a long time, he just wished to to see you good, to hear your voice talking with him or feel your presence safe with him. Andrew knew what would you do to help people, it was a big thing that united you, being doctors was what actually you wanted. And for him was very difficult not being there to do everything possible to help you. But he needed to stay strong.

He had no idea of how long he waited for some good news, but when she saw Jo he suddently got up.

"H-how is she? Can I see her?" he asked with the clear fear and hope in his voice.

Jo smiled to him "She's good, and yes, she asked to see you" the relief he felt at that moment was indescribable.

"My God, Y/n" he sighed smiling and couldn't wait to see you. Jo accompanied him to your room, where Jackson, Maggie and Meredith were still with you.

"Y/n!" you turned towards the entrance when you heard Andrew's voice, and you couldn't help to smiling as soon as you saw him. He reciprocated, he was so glad to see you okay.

"We took care of her burns and the rest of the damage, we did our best" Jackson said.

"Yeah, the convalescence will be long, but she will recover" Maggie added smiling.

"She is strong" Meredith looked at you.

"She is" Andrew added as you both looked at each other.

They checked you a last time and them went out of your room, letting a moment for you and Andrew. He approached to you, sitting next to you in your bed.

"You scared me to death, sometimes you just look more stubborn than me" he said smiling as you chuckled.

"That's why you love me" you replied. He looked at you in the eyes, stroking softly your hair. "I was so afraid tho..." you said taking his hand.

"I was very afraid too, but are fine now, and that's the only thing that matter" he said reassuring you. He held your hand and then he approached to your face to kiss you on the lips, lovingly and softly.

"I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too" you replied as your foreheads still touched.

[mayasdeluca]

Well here we are at the end. It feels incredibly weird and surreal that this is the last time I'll be doing a reaction post after an episode. I think it will really sink in months from now when the show really doesn't come back but honestly I'm feeling so many different emotions right now and it's because of the episode and also just because of knowing this is the last of everything.

I feel like this finale episode really summed up my whole experience with this show. They'll do some things really well and some things that really just make you question why on earth did they think that was the right choice. Stuff that makes you so frustrated because they just get in their own way and could be doing things that isn't wasting the potential of real magic.

It feels like Maya and Carina were never able to really shine and be highlighted in the way they could have been. They shied away from the true chemistry and connection and love story that they had instead of embracing it. As soon as they would get some focus, they had to give it to someone else or insert someone else into the storyline. It was like they couldn't give the queer women too much for whatever reason. This has been a pattern since their relationship started so I'm sadly not surprised it ended the same way.

I get they had a lot to fit in so I wasn't expecting everything to happen like I envisioned. But they really didn't pay off the cliffhanger in any way. All this speculation about Maya quitting her job, all this worry about how she'd be freaking out about being near death and realizing she could lose the family that she finally has, all these possibilities about her getting injured, having some smoke inhalation, Carina being worried tat she'd have to raise their children alone and practically none of it gets addressed? Carina doesn't even find out that Maya was in that situation? We don't get to see them hug in relief as soon as they see each other? Maya doesn't even make a comment about how she thought she was going to die and lose everything she finally has? Again, didn't expect all of this, but not even a little of it?

And then instead of Maya being the one to collapse from smoke inhalation after being surrounded by an insane amount of flames, it's Andy...because of course Andy would have to be the focus. She's Captain, it's her station, they all had to come together to rally around her. Because it was already too much for them to worry about Maya for the first two minutes of the episode. We couldn't have Carina even come across Maya while she was in the field (what exactly was the point of that then? Delivering babies is a Maya and Carina thing)

I enjoyed the scene of Carina telling Maya she was pregnant. I love that it paralleled their proposal scene and we got the great camera spinning kiss like in 4x14. But again it's like we just have to be satisfied with the bare minimum and that's it. That was our only glimpse really of present Marina in the last episode. The way they did the flashforward scenes was super confusing and choppy in my opinion, not really knowing if it was the real thing at first or just what these characters were envisioning. (And don't get me started on how Maya and Carina's visions only included becoming mothers).

I don't know how to feel about Maya being Captain of 19 again honestly. Andy being Chief was...an interesting twist because I wasn't expecting that either but it always felt like 19 was Andy's station so why did they get away from that already? The whole series led up to that moment. Why couldn't Maya have her own station? I do love that her shirt had Deluca-Bishop on it though.

Will always be grateful that the show gave us Maya and Carina. What Danielle and Stefania did with these characters both separately and together will always be special. But part of me will also always feel a little sad and bitter about what could have been if they really embraced Marina as the main couple of the show and didn't let double standards get in the way and just let them be the bisexual loving wives that they are. So many missed opportunities and it's a shame.

Sending love to everyone feeling all types of things after that. It was a lot and I'm here for anyone who needs to vent. ❤️

[wc-confessions]

Since it's disability pride month I am dedicating this confession to lesser known/underrated disabled WC characters!

Everyone knows and loves cats like Briarlight and Brightheart, but there's quite a few others that aren't talked about as much

First off, One-Eye and Halftail, the two first arc elders. They don't show up much due to being in the Elder's Den, but when they do, they're a delight to see. I love One-Eye's bickering with Smallear and how she helps Brightheart a bit in A Dangerous Path! They're also the parents of Mousefur and Runningwind! One of whom dies fighting Tigerclaw in the same book Halftail dies of smoke inhalation after the fire. I like to think Runningwind rushed into battle against Tigerclaw impulsively since his father had died not long ago. Mousefur, on the other hand, takes after her mom in the new prophecy and onwards as a grumpy old lady lol. Very great characters, I love them a lot!

Speaking of the 1st arc, Brokenstar. He's honestly a really entertaining and threatening villain, and people don't talk about him much or his disability. Him and other cats with damaged tails like Berrynose and Finleap aren't really talked about in conversations about disabled characters. I find Brokenstar very interesting, not because of his motivation (or lack there of lol) which is pretty generic, but because of his lasting effects on the clans. His reign directly or indirectly led to several key events in the first arc or beyond. Tigerclaw becoming the deputy of ThunderClan was caused by Brokenstar killing Lionheart (canonically, we don't know who killed Lion, but I think it was Brokenstar), him being still alive led to Nightstar not getting nine lives and dying in Rising Storm. Which led directly to Tigerstar taking power. He directly killed several cats, but his orders and actions led to many more that wouldn't have happened had he not been leader, which I will not list out because this confession would be way too long. Another thing I like about him is that he is a fantastic villain in OOTS. People often depict the main leader of the Dark Forest being Tigerstar or Mapleshade, but in reality, it's actually Brokenstar. Tigerstar is more of a secondary leader to him. Brokenstar was the first Dark Forest cat to cross into the living world, and he later seemingly detects StarClan cats at the border to the Dark Forest somehow and confronts them, so Jayfeather and Spottedleaf have to sneak in, and he leads Flametail into the Dark Forest so Ivypool can ghost kill him (but this plan was foiled by Tigerheart), and in The Darkest Hour, Ivypool refers to the plans as "What Brokenstar is plotting". So yeah, he's the leader of the DF, not Tigerstar, and Tiger wouldn't have gotten very far without him lol. Crazy how we got multiple disabled leaders and deputies in the first arc and then not ever again, unless you count Berrynose lol

Next is Volewhisper! Who has quite a few parallels with Cinderpelt! One of their back legs were both injured by a villain's scheming (Tigerclaw's trap for Bluestar and Brokenstar making kits fight rats), they were both then inspired by a senior clanmate (Yellowfang and Nightpelt), and Cinderpelt chooses to become a medicine cat while Volewhisper chooses to be a warrior instead. I find him very fun and he's one of my favourite characters in Exile From ShadowClan!

The next cat I wanna talk about is a bit controversial due to some pretty bad writing choices by the team. Finleap. I really really loved him in Darkest Night and River of Fire. He and Twigbranch had a really sweet relationship, and I love how he follows her to ThunderClan. I also hate Sandynose, but that's besides the point. They were really cute and I liked them a lot... but then The Raging Storm happened. Where instead of focusing on the actually interesting plot of Twigbranch struggling to be a mentor, they decide to make her nice, sweet, and sort of goofy boyfriend... a jerk. He's rude he gives her the cold shoulder, it's awful, and so out of character. At least he actually does apologize for it and improve his behaviour, which I admit was a sweet moment in an otherwise pretty bad plotline. Then, after that, he's sort of a background cat. He briefly stands up to The Impostor after Twiggy is punished. In Sky he has a sort of friendship with Nightheart. He and Lionblaze laugh at Nightheart after he gets bit by a Squirrel, but later in the book Nightheart thinks of him in a positive light and he's one of the first cats that Night thinks of telling about Sunbeam. Overall fun guy, nice character despite one really bad book (which is basically every warriors character lol)

Some other underrated disabled cats who I don't really have as much to say about:

Fallowfern (deaf)

Shrewtooth (PTSD)

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I request you write humans a gods of RoR with a female reader with Kaido or whitebeard's personality and powers?

-Thunderous footsteps, indicating at someone not only massive but powerful, approached the entrance to the gate for humanity’s fighters, stunning all to silence as they looked with anticipation, wondering who this next fighter was going to be.

-As the doors swung outward and a cloud of smoke seemed to billow from the entrance, you walked out, holding your head high, a grin on your lips and your eyes narrowed in determination.

-Jaws dropped, seeing you standing there, your imposing size and strength instantly inspiring humanity while intimidating the gods, which made your grin widen.

-You turned your heard, hearing those brats of yours, those who came with you to Valhalla, cheering loudly for you, getting the stands fired up which made you chuckle softly.

-You looked across at your opponent, “So- brat, you’re my opponent?” the god before you scowled, feeling as if you were disrespecting him, “Oi-oi- who the hell do you think you’re talking to old-timer!”

-You laughed loudly, your big belly but unusual laugh, finding his sass admirable, “You’re a saucy one aren’t you?!”

-You spun your massive bisento around as if it weighed nothing to you before slamming the end down creating a shockwave to ripple through the arena, showing off your power.

-The other fighters of humanity, many of whom you met prior to your fight, were all watching, excited to see your fight, Kojiro lifted a sake glass to you with a grin, “Show them what you’re made of Y/N!”

-Your weapons clashed together as the fight began and the god was stunned but also infuriated that you managed to send him to one knee, then the other, your strength easily overpowering him.

-The gods were stunned, seeing you overpowering one of the strongest gods in Valhalla, and you were making it look easy!!

-What you lacked in speed you made up for in power, something he used to his advantage, trying to jump around, attacking your blind spots, managing to injure you, but nothing life threatening.

-You didn’t seem bothered by some new scars, trying to catch this cowardly mouse who wasn’t facing you head on.

-You inhaled deeply before throwing your left fist out to the left, it stopped like you hit an invisible wall, before it shattered suddenly and a shockwave rampaged through the arena, blowing your opponent back head over heels.

-You turned, glaring darkly down at him, “A warrior is someone who charges their opponent face first- you’re nothing but a coward!” your words resonated with him and he was quickly on his feet, charging towards you, “Who are you calling a coward?!”

-The battle now renewed, the crowds were quick to get hyped up, cheering on both you and your opponent, seeing the lengths both of you were willing to go.

-You wound up the victor, staring at your opponent who looked disheartened that he had lost and he was stunned when you kneeled, hugging him close to your large body, tears in your eyes, “Hold your head high- brat. You made me proud!”

-Tears instantly welled in his eyes as he faded away and many in the audience were crying, seeing your kind heart to comfort your opponent in his last moments.

-The nurses backstage had their hands full after you arrived there, telling them that you were fine, despite bleeding everywhere, wanting a drink not medical attention!

-The other fighters, those you’ve gotten to know, couldn’t help but laugh, shaking their heads in exasperation. You really were a thickheaded person when you wanted to be.

[dreamwritersworld]

What if..? Final part(Sully Family x reader)

I hope you enjoy! 💞

“Ma’Jake? What’s wrong?’

Jake turns to a confused Neytiri.

“I-I uh I don’t know…I guess I just ran out of memories..I keep rewatching the same ones”

Neytiri smiles at Jake’s small frustration…he finally wanted to see more of Y/n.

“I can show you mine! We can both connect on the same branch.”

Jake didn’t think much of this…he’d just be happy to not see a haunting version of Y/n….

*their vision*

“Mom?”

Neytiri turns away from Jake to look at Y/n only…her smile completely went away seeing the heavily injured girl.

“M-mom help me! I’m trapped! I-I needed you…I needed him.”

Neytiri ran to a bleeding out Y/n…while holding her she tried to pull away from the vision, they both tried to.

“Ma’jake! What’s happening Jake? Help me!” Even then…Jake couldn’t do it.

“I wanted your love, I wanted it bad…but there were so many red flags.”

Suddenly they were in a hut…watching Y/n from afar as she held a gun to a sneaky Navi’s head…not caring that her older brother was watching her.

“I’ll be the one who breaks out at night and cuts your throat while you sleep.”

“Let’s be clear I trust no one.”

Jake was getting major headache, freaking out about Neytiri finding out about the accident. While Neytiri was extremely anxious…what was going on? What’s Y/n trying to communicate?

There they were…they could see themselves…Neytiri watching as always staying silent while Jake yelled at Y/n…It was after the fight, after a girl bullied Y/n…telling her how she would always be forgotten by her father while he cared for everyone else.

“…stay home for all I care. Your a mess outside by yourself. Do you understand?

It was written all over Y/n’s face…she wasn’t fine.

‘This isn’t fair. I was just trying to do good!’

…there it was…Y/n crying her eyes out….suffering a panic attack as her mind ran a million miles per hour.

‘What’s wrong with me! How could I be so stupid? I should’ve just let her say those mean things…she’s right anyway…but she was talking badly about my family…about me. They see it too….they know my dad treats me differently…as if I’m some disease. I’m sick. I am nothing. Just like he said, I am nothing without him.’

Jake and Neytiri were struggling to catch a breath just like Y/n…struggling to survive…and on their last gasp of air, the setting changed again, they were now watching themselves eat with Y/n. Jake begins confronting Y/n about how ‘dirty’ Tuk was…how there was a mess of crayons on the floor, of course that wasn’t allowed for Y/n.

They heard the sweet words Y/n was saying to Tuk after telling Jake how wrong he was to do this in front of his other child…for Tuk and Tuk only she fought till the end.

“No more food Tuk? You sure did eat huh sunshine? Let’s go clean you up and put you to sleep while Mom and dad eat.”

‘Maintain a smile…his words mean nothing.’

“You did not break me…I’m still fighting for peace.”

and suddenly…it went quiet…they slowly walked to the crash site, there Y/n’s body laid.

There was flashes of the war…

Blood splattered

Flames erupting from behind

Smoke being inhaled and…

Y/n.

Her body was struggling to form words but she was silently begging and pleading for her father to take her.

He didn’t.

“dad…dad? no…please no…dad help me…d-don’t leave me please dad.”

Lo’ak’s voice was louder, Neytiri heard it, Jake heard it…Y/n heard it while she was struggling to call out

“Dad! Y/n! She was with us!”

Jake didn’t hesitate to leave her saying she’d find her way home.

Neytiri could feel her.

every flame erupt in her lungs…

her heart breaking…

the mind growing tired…

body asking for a little bit of sleep…just a little bit of peace.

“You never saw me fall apart until then…when I was right in front of you. I didn’t close my eyes, and I know that I could’ve survived…right dad?”*

They were pulled from the vision.

“…Jake? You- how could you! How could you do that to her? To our daughter! My daughter.”

Neytiri couldn’t even explain what she was feeling…utter betrayal.

Little did they know Tuk was approaching, rushing to her mother that was screaming and had slipped perfectly into Tuk’s small arms as she fell.

“Mom? What happened?”

Neytiri was shaking, struggling and contemplating on saving her mate from the flame Tuk was now going to be the one to erupt in jakes lungs.

“Y..Y/n.”

That was all it took before Tuk looked up with the most disappointed and disgusted face she’s ever shown. They were going to see the cold version of her…the version of her that formed when Y/n died.

“It was you! It was fucking you! I knew it! How could you! You didn’t deserve her. You never fucking liked her. To her, you were everything…she was just ‘the chore’ to you.”

Tuk dropped right next to her mother…crying her eyes out. Jake watched horrified as Tuk looked up from her hands, laughing.

“I want you cold and broken…I had her blood on me…every drop. You were the reason she died. You took her from me. You’re a really shitty fucking father…you may have tricked me or treated me differently than you did with her but you listen to me when I say you will never, see her again. Not in your visions, or any stupid fucking memories you have with her. It’s over dad…everyone knows now. she’s going to be at peace and you won’t see her again.”

Neytiri gained the strength to stand beside Tuk and walk away from Jake as she desperately asked him to stop…give her time. He did, and she stupidly forgave him. Tuk couldn’t watch it anymore, so she told her siblings to go to the tree of souls with her to see Y/n one more time…together.

They all connected all at once and they saw a beautiful scenery. Y/n turned around happily to her siblings as they all rushed to her. You can hear her beautiful laugh from under all of them except one…Tuk.

*Y/n’s pov*

“Alright guys I love you too!…Where’s Tuk? I haven’t been able to connect with her fully. I need to see her again.”

They all got off, still laughing as I got up and then I saw her…my sunshine. We ran to each other, clashing into one another for a hug.

“Sunshine!”

“Y/n!”

Both of us cried tears holding onto each other.

When Tuk was finally able to speak to me I realized that…All this time I had been waiting for her. I had been waiting so long…I was afraid she wouldn’t come…

“Oel ngati kameie, Y/n”

“Oel ngati kameie, sunshine”

I grab her hand and yell out from a far to my other siblings.

“There’s a beach here! A beautiful beach! Down the hill! I’ll race ya!”

Their visions slowly shifted as they ran.

“We lived in a forest Y/n! How could you get such a beautiful beach?!”

I laugh and smile to my clueless brother.

“This was supposed to be my future! It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

The siblings smiles faded but their heart warmed at how Y/n happy was.

The siblings laughed and played amongst the clear blue waves….Y/n pulled Tuk to the side.

“I know what you’re thinking tuk…you want to leave, to run away from home. I know that’s why you brought them to me one last time do not do it sister, look around you! I may not be there for you to see but I’m always around watching you from afar and so are they…our siblings love you. I love you. I have found peace and closure in my death, you will too soon someday.”

Tuk was crying happy tears realizing what she heard her sister ask for silently in her dreams, was now given to y/n…peace and closure.

“Ok sunshine! Enough tears, let’s play!”

I was finally playing with my siblings, and living out the childhood I missed…I stepped back to take a breath and hold onto the moment.

I snapped a photo of my siblings…I loved the way a photo could capture a moment before it was gone.…nobody really notices when we leave. At best you might hear a whisper…or a wave of important memories tumbling down.

My name is Y/n Sully, like the goddess of the moon! I was 14 years old when I was murdered on a day…only meant for spotting.

I turn the camera towards me and snapped a picture…

I was here for a moment…and then I was gone.

I wish my sunshine Tuk, and siblings a long and happy life.

!💜!

I’m literally crying AHHHHHH. This is officially the end of this era! I’m so sad to let it go but I think it’s time! 💕 it’s definitely bittersweet but im ready to move onto another sad series if you guys have any ideas feel free to message or request it 💞 I truly mean it when I say I appreciate all the support ! I love reading your comments and funny comments! I’m sending hugs and kisses 🫂 hope you feel better after this series cause ik I need to

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[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 12

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True to his word, Katara wakes just before dawn to find the Fire Nation ship buzzing with activity, already pulling out of the make shift dock. She sees Zuko standing near the bow, watching her as she races out onto the snow.

Inhaling, she calls out, hoping the ship isn't so far out that the icy wind snatches her voice away.

"Come back soon!" She shouts, waving her arm, just in case they can't hear her. "Be safe! I'll be waiting!"

On the ship, Zuko seems to stiffen, though it's hard to know for sure with how far the ship is quickly getting. Behind him, soldiers call back, a cacophony of sound, a few waving their own arms. Katara smiles, watching as Zuko turns, seeming to snap orders at them. He always had difficulty controlling his temper. It seemed the position of authority on a ship had done little to temper it.

For a while, Katara watched as the ship disappeared into the distance. Then, she watched the smoke trail slowly dissipate, waiting until there was no sign left of them.

She was determined to make Zuko know he was welcome in the South. Even if the village as a whole would always be wary, she would welcome him. He would have a home in the South, if he ever decided he couldn't return to the Fire Nation.

It was only three months before Zuko returned. The black snow was still fresh in the tribes mind from his last visit, and many looked to Katara as she beamed. There was no panic, only caution, as the ramp came down and Zuko led the way down.

Katara ran out to meet him, giving him a tight hug, noticing how the soldiers behind them were nudging and elbowing each other. They stopped as soon as she stepped back, acting as if it had never happened. She would have pointed it out, only...

Zuko had an odd look on his face. It was a bit red, and a bit pinched. For a moment, she wondered if something was wrong, but then her father and Bato were coming forward, distracting the prince. Iroh came forward to join them, and Katara tried to follow, only for the hopeless medic to come begging for help. Apparently there were a few injures that the man just didn't know what to do with.

She spent a good portion of time sitting in her hut, absently healing minor injures and peering out into the village. A few boxes and barrels were taken off and put in the tribes storehouse. In turn, a few barrels and sacks were taken out and moved to the ship. She asked one soldier about it, but all she got was a shrug and a vague answer about some kind of deal having been made between her father and Zuko.

When the soldiers are patched up, and Zuko is done with whatever secrets he and her father were sharing, she trudges through snow to find her wayward firebender.

"What were you talking about?" Katara demanded, as Zuko was left standing in the snow by the village gate. "And what was with all the boxes?"

Zuko wasn't a very figity sort, but he looked close to starting. "We have a trade agreement. Apparently, before... the raids made it difficult to, Earth Kingdom merchants would travel down to trade. Apparently most of the parts from things like octopus whale and whale walrus are very valuable in the Earth Kingdom. So he sends me with a bit of their excess, like the extra lamp oil and bones, and then I take it to Earth Kingdom and trade it for things your father says the tribe needs. Food, equipment..."

The odd look was back, and she wondered if there was something more. For now, not sure how long she would have, Katara was fine with letting it go. There would be time for more later.

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[realityandrebirth]

Cyrus Borg & Pixal

Warnings: robot injury.

The ninja rarely called him regarding Pixal—usually she contacted him herself—so when he recognized the call as coming from Master Wu, he put an important politician on hold to answer at once.

"Hello?" Cyrus said. "Is something wrong?"

"It's Pixal," Wu said. "She's injured."

His gut twisted. "How bad?"

"Unsure. She's conscious, but acting erratically. She won't let Jay or Nya look at the damage. She's asking for you."

That was all he needed to hear.

"I'll be there as soon as possible," Cyrus said. "Where are you? The monastery?"

"We're in Ninjago City. We haven't moved her."

He nodded. "What's the address?"

They were in the warehouse district. Cyrus confirmed the location and promised he'd be there soon. "Tell Pixal I'm on my way, alright?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I have all my equipment with me, and I'll make sure she's alright. Tell her I love her."

"I'll pass on the message," Wu said. "I won't be there to meet you, but the others will."

The call ended. Cyrus informed his other call that an emergency had come up and disconnected without waiting for a response.

---

The warehouse had a hole blown into it spanning the ground floor to half the second, still smoking. Cyrus' heart dropped at the sight. "Keep going," he told his driver. "My daughter's hurt in there."

Zane and Nya met him at the entrance. "This way, Dr. Borg," Zane said. "She's still conscious, but she's stopped making any sense. She won't let anyone help her."

"Tell me what happened," Cyrus said, pushing himself with one hand and holding his supplies on his lap with the other. "What parts of her were damaged?"

"We're not sure," Nya said as they walked inside. The power was out, and she turned on a flashlight to light their way. "After the explosion, we found her rebooting herself upstairs. Her armor looked like it absorbed most of the shock, but her head was exposed. When she woke up, she was disoriented and couldn't tell us what happened."

Cyrus inhaled sharply. "Could be anything from a loose connection to something more serious. I won't know until I examine her." He paused. "You said she was upstairs?"

"I can carry you in your wheelchair," Zane said.

"Thank you."

His heart pounded as they ascended the stairs. Pixal would be fine. There was no damage he couldn't fix, short of total incineration, but—but Pixal was conscious. She was responding. She would be fine.

When they reached her, Cyrus couldn't restrain a distressed noise. Pixal was limp in Lloyd's arms, the green glow of her eyes fading in and out. She was rebooting, he realized, which only brought up more concerns.

"How many times has she rebooted?" were the first words out of his mouth.

Lloyd glanced at Nya. "Four times that we know of," he said.

"Including this one, I mean."

"Has anyone disturbed her during a reboot?"

"I mean, I caught her this time, but I figured it would be worse if she hit her head."

"No, you're right." Cyrus pushed himself over. "Lay her on her back. I'll have to wait until she wakes up."

Lloyd nodded. Cyrus got out of his chair to be closer to Pixal, taking in the damage. Her face had several cracks marring its surface, some worse than others, and her carefully rooted hair was in disarray. She had built the latest version of her body herself, commanding the machines of his factory from the computers she was bound to. Cyrus brushed over her bangs and a chunk of synthetic hair came out in his hand.

He looked around the room. Around them was an upturned table and a desktop computer laying screen-down on the ground. The explosion had done a lot of damage. He forced himself to look away.

When he returned his attention to Pixal, her eyes glowed green and stayed bright. Reboot complete. She blinked once and her eyes focused on him.

"Pixal," Cyrus said. "Pixal, can you hear me?"

Her lips moved. "Father," she said.

Cyrus exhaled. "Pixal, you were injured. Do you remember what happened?"

"No," said Pixal. "There are holes in my head."

His heartrate picked up. "Do you mean gaps in your memory?"

"Holes in my head," she repeated. "Father, something is—something is wrong."

She tried to sit up. "Lay there for me," Cyrus said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I need to examine you. Pixal, I believe it would be safest if you were powered down while I repair the damage. Can you do that for me?"

Pixal's gaze drifted to the ceiling. "There is data on my drive I did not…" She trailed off. "I don't remember where it came from."

Cyrus took her hand. "Pixal, I need you to power down. Can you do that, or should I do it manually?"

"I—" Her voice glitched for a moment. "I don't know. Something is wrong."

"We'll figure it out together." Cyrus managed to smile at her. "I'm going to open your control panel, okay? Zane is going to help me take your armor off."

Zane was beside him at once. "Tell me what to do."

Pixal didn't struggle or speak as they removed her Samurai X armor, but just as Cyrus opened her chest panel, her eyes turned off. Cyrus thought—hoped—for a moment that she had shut down like he asked her, but realized the next second that she was rebooting again. "Five times," he said to himself.

"The last few times she was conscious for longer," Lloyd said. "She was moving around a little, too."

"Not good," Cyrus said. He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. "Not good. When she wakes up again, I'll tell her what we're doing, and then I'll have to shut her down manually."

They waited in tense silence for the reboot to complete. Cyrus kept Pixal's chest panel open, watching the lights inside blink and flicker. He didn't recognize any of the lights as abnormal, but it had been so long since he had to repair Pixal himself.

Pixal woke up. "Father," she said.

"Pixal," said Cyrus. "Do you remember what happened?"

"No," she said. "You are repairing me. Why?"

Cyrus sucked in a breath. "You were injured. You have been rebooting over and over again, and I need you to power down so I can fix you safely. Do you understand?"

She blinked. "Father, there are holes in my head."

"You're going to be okay," Cyrus said. "We'll find out what's wrong, and we'll make sure you're okay. I'm going to power you down now, Pixal. I love you."

Pixal's eyes found him. "I love you too, Father."

He found the button to power her down. The light in her eyes faded. Cyrus took a moment to calm himself before he began examining Pixal.

Her hard drive appeared fine. The more Cyrus examined her hardware, the more he began to dread the problem was internal. He glanced back at the broken computer.

"Tell me what happened," he said. "Pixal was upstairs, there was an explosion, and the power went out."

"The power went out first," Lloyd said. "It was out for a few minutes before the explosion. Not sure how long, though. Probably less than ten? Is that important?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure." Cyrus pointed at the computer. "What about that?"

"It was like that when we found her."

"Bring it to me."

Zane picked up the computer and at the sight of the wire trailing from it, Cyrus realized what happened. From the way Zane froze, he knew too. "That's Pixal's," said Zane, unplugging the wire and staring at it. "Was she plugged into it?"

"She must have been," Cyrus said. "Whatever you were doing in here, she must have thought the computers had relevant data, and when the power went out, she would have had to connect to them herself to read the information." He took a breath. "That's not good, but it's better than if we didn't know about it."

He opened up his laptop and, after a moment of hesitation, plugged a fresh wire into it and into Pixal. "You'll be okay," he said to her unconscious body. "I'll make sure of it."

Doubts prickled at his mind, even as he scrolled through Pixal's files. What if the damage was unfixable? What if the damage had corrupted her core personality? What if he woke her up and she became someone else?

He steeled himself. If that was the case, he would mourn the daughter he knew and love the new daughter he had.

He lay on the floor for over an hour while the ninja kept watch. Some of her code was corrupted, but it appeared to only be technical functions, nothing that influenced her personality or emotions; normally, she could fix them herself, but something was preventing her from doing so.

After the first fifteen minutes, Jay brought him a glass of water, which Cyrus rejected. "I'm not going to risk spilling it," he said. "She's gone through enough as it is."

Finally, he found the problem. Cyrus sighed in relief and looked up. "I know what to do," he said. "Something damaged the program she uses to repair her own code, and instead of functioning as it should, whenever she tried to run it, it failed and made her reboot. I can run it manually from here."

"From the laptop?" Zane asked.

"Ah, no. With the amount of data on her, it would take hours to run it off something as small as this. I'll have to bring her home."

Zane tilted his head. "Would my processors be faster?"

Cyrus paused. "Well, yes, but… the risk is low, but your own data may be damaged in the process."

"I'm willing to risk it."

Cyrus didn't argue. He gave Zane instructions on what to do and connected him to Pixal. Zane carefully lowered himself to the floor beside her and sat up stiff and straight as he ran the program.

He didn't know how long it would take. Cyrus sighed. "I'll take that water now, Jay," he said.

After about ten minutes, Zane returned to full consciousness. "It's done," he said. "Hopefully she's alright now."

"Hopefully," said Cyrus. He put down his water and returned to Pixal's side. "Let me look at her head one more time."

After disconnecting Zane, Cyrus finished the cosmetic repairs to her head as best he could with the materials on hand. "Her vision should be fine," he said. "Alright. Hope for the best…"

His hand shaking, he powered her back on and leaned back to wait. The process was slow. The glow in Pixal's eyes faded in and out for what seemed like hours, though by Cyrus' watch, it was only thirty seconds. She blinked and turned to face him.

"Father," she said.

Cyrus smiled. "Pixal, how are you feeling?"

She frowned. "Could be better, but I assume this is an improvement from my prior state. My memories are not all there. You were repairing me?"

He sighed in relief. "You certainly sound better. Your maintenance program was malfunctioning. I had to go into your code to repair the damage."

Pixal nodded, then sat up. "We're still in the warehouse," she said. "Lloyd, what happened?"

"The guy we were chasing blew up half the building," Lloyd said. "Probably to destroy the evidence or something. You were caught in the blast. You were conscious, but not coherent, and you asked for Dr. Borg."

"Understood," Pixal said. "We should return to the monastery and–"

"Pixal," Cyrus interrupted, "you were injured, and I only performed the most urgent repairs. I would like to continue your repairs at Borg Tower."

"I appreciate it, Father, but I'm fine."

"Pixal," Zane said gently, "we were all very worried about you. This is not a mission where the fate of Ninjago is at stake. Please take the time you need to recover."

"But…"

Cyrus took her hand. "Please, Pixal," he said. "I need to make sure you're alright."

She relented. "Okay," she said, and leaned over to hug him.

Cyrus gratefully accepted the gesture. "I love you, Pixal," he said. "I love you too, Father."

[howdy-cowpoke]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Dallas (farm hand NPC) & Finn (@animotoph0bia) SUMMARY: Finn is attacked by someone and Dallas hurries to save him and get him to the main road. On the way, they spot and rescue Philip the goat. CONTENT WARNINGS: mild head trauma

—

There were too many people here, too much fear and anger and panic - it was paralyzing. Finn was trying to remember where he’d gotten separated from Charlie, where a frantic crowd had quite forcibly steered them apart but it was no use. Everything was illuminated in an ominous, orange glow, smoke making the air dense and his vision blurry. The only thing preventing him from full on crawling into a fetal position and waiting for this to just end was the fact that he could still feel Charlie somewhere. It was the same disarrayed mix of emotions as everyone else but Finn knew the distinctive feel of those exact emotions, probably better than his own. It didn’t help him locate Charlie, only kept him standing as shoulders bumped into him and people screamed, some even sounding inhuman but that could have been the panic talking. 

“Charlie?” His voice didn’t even sound loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of fear and distress and his throat hurt from the smoke. “Winter?” He needed to get out of here, away from the fire and the threat of getting trampled but his feet wouldn’t unstick from the grass and his eyes wouldn’t focus for long enough to actually see which way was the one towards safety. More bodies rushed past him, none of them anyone Finn knew or maybe they were and he just couldn’t register it because the smell of smoke was starting to smell of blood as well and the fear filling each of his particles was visceral. “Charlie?!”

All of the air left his lungs when Finn’s back collided with the ground, stunned and unable to draw a fresh breath for what felt like eternity. He couldn’t see who had shoved him to the ground, simply staring up at the sky, or what he could see of it through the thickening smog, as he fought to catch his breath. Once he finally managed to inhale, it burned but at least he could breathe. No longer fearing that he would never breathe again, Finn rolled his head to find who had knocked him down in the first place. The outline of a knife embedded in their skull was hard to miss but the person was still moving, or twitching rather, letting out raspy breaths and sounds Finn knew all too well from countless horror movies. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Finn hissed, frantically pushing his body away from the writhing form, feeling instantly dizzy and aware of the throbbing pain in the back of his head, of the wetness there as blood dripped down the back of his collar. 

—

Still shaken from having to put down his friend, Dallas moved among the thinning crowd of people, ushering them in the right direction. He was interrupted a few times by strangers, but his stature and bodyweight alone were often enough to quickly dispatch them before they could injure him or the party guests. One such interruption ended with his hunting knife embedded in the fucker’s skull, who stumbled forwarda few paces before collapsing to the grass. That’s when Dallas noticed someone else had gone down with them, and moved quickly to assess the situation. It was a party guest, someone who’s name he hadn’t gotten, and he was bleeding. “Hey, it’s okay,” the large man said in a gruff voice, reaching for Finn. Without asking, he hauled the smaller man to his feet, but felt him immediately sway under his own weight. “Okay.” Again without asking, Dallas scooped him up and glanced around them quickly before stooping to wrench the knife out of the arsonist’s head and wipe it clean (ish) on his pant leg. “Gettin’ you outta here. Don’t worry.”

—

Someone was speaking to him, voice muffled and all Finn had to go off of was the open expression on his face since he couldn’t feel this person in particular. Even if he hadn’t been there to help, there wasn’t much Finn could have done to stop him, anyway. That much was evident when Finn got effortlessly pulled to his feet, making everything spin around him. He thought maybe he’d caught a glimpse of this man before, around the ranch, which warmed his heart for a moment before it only served to remind him that said ranch - Monty’s ranch - was burning down. 

Finn made no move to argue when he was literally swept off his useless feet, just grateful that he didn’t have to get himself out of here because his head was pounding and he could feel everything, including Charlie but he couldn’t see him. The knife made a wet sound as it was forcibly removed from the skull and Finn swallowed the wave of nausea. “The fuck happened?” he croaked, still craning his neck in an attempt to spot his people in the muddle of smoke and dark. No luck, but it did bring his attention to a familiar silhouette, doing some very familiar screaming. “Oh shit, Philip…” 

—

“Don’t know. Another attack.” He had no idea if this guy was privy to the first one, but there was no time for hemming and hawing over semantics. Odds were not in Dallas’ favor of making it out of this alive, but he’d save as many people as he could in the meantime. 

People, or goats. 

With a grunt and a huff, Dallas shifted Finn in his arms to support him with just one, freeing up the other as he hurried over to Philip, who of course started to run. “Phil! Ah, ya damn bastard, get back ‘ere!” Dallas hollered, picking up the pace while trying to not jostle the person in his grip too much. Recognizing the voice, the goat slowed and turned to face them again, letting out another scream that would have been comedic in any other scenario. Dallas squatted down and snatched him up under the other arm, then started to make his way to the road. “You better get that head looked at, kid.” Odds were that someone had already called an ambulance, but if he’d come here with someone else who was already down by the road and could drive him to the hospital, that’d work just as well. Either way. 

Hustling down the hill, Dallas could see their destination through the smoke when something hit him in the back. He stumbled but did not fall or drop either of the beings he was carrying, instead straightening up again and shaking it off. There wasn’t any time to see who had done what, and he had his fucking hands full right now—literally. He just kept right on chugging, finally making it past the row of guest vehicles and to the road. There were some animals down here already, and some people. Setting Finn and Philip down, Dallas glanced one way, then the other. “Keep an eye on him, will you? If you came with someone, you see ‘em, get on outta here. Pass Phil off to someone, don’t matter who. He should wanna stick around folks anyway.” Then he turned, but what Finn said next took him by surprise. 

“... a what?”  

—

Being manhandled by a single arm would have been deliriously funny under any other circumstances but right now, it was simply put the only thing keeping Finn from death by trampling or stabbing or fire. He’d tell Charlie all about this later, let him laugh it up when things were fine and everyone was safe because everyone would be safe. Finn couldn’t fathom any other outcome and it was starting with the rescue of Philip. Thankfully, the goat was stupid but not suicidal, finally allowing the giant farmhand to pick him up. Which was good because Finn’s brain already felt a bit rattled and his saviour running wasn’t helping. 

“You betcha,” Finn replied unconvincingly, well aware that the second he could stand on his own two feet again, he was off to find Charlie. His head could wait, probably. Maybe not a great sign that he kinda felt like letting his eyes fall shut but then his and Philip’s ‘ride’ stumbled, jolting Finn back. There were cars which looked like a good sign, some of them already driving off. His feet were lead when they met the ground but luckily he had Philip to lean against. Finn listened distractedly to the rushed instructions, already working to try and spot Charlie anywhere in the crowd. The axe sticking out of his rescuer’s back did catch Finn’s attention though. 

“Is that… a fucking axe?”

The hulking man seemed confused but that should have been reserved for Finn because the guy had a fucking axe in his back. Yeah, adrenaline was a hell of a drug but fucking seriously? “An axe,” Finn repeated with slight hysteria, craning his body for a glance around the man. There was no telling who might have been responsible but at least no one was heading this way, for now. “Godammit… are you okay? Should I…” Finn gestured lamely at the weapon lodged in the man’s back, already regretting the half-finished offer. 

—

He couldn't see it over his own shoulder. He tried, but the fuckin’ thing was apparently dead center. “Uh, yeah—m'fine,” Dallas grunted, trying to reach blindly for the handle and only swiping at air. He squinted in frustration, gaze falling on the kid again. “... look, it's, uh… like pullin’ it outta a block of wood. Don't hurt.” Won't bleed. “Sorry. They were likely aimin’ for my head n’ missed.” That probably wasn't helping. 

Dallas turned to give Finn access to the ax lodged beside his spine, kneeling down to make it easier to get leverage on. “Go on, rip it out. Quick like a band-aid.” His eyes were scanning the chaos higher up on the hill, not just searching for whoever might’ve hucked this ax at him, but his brother as well. He'd not seen nor heard a peep from Denver once they split up, and he was growing worried. 

The man only winced as the weapon was finally removed, immediately getting back to his feet. The wound looked angry, but it wasn't bright red with blood as it should've been — instead it was black and barely oozing. Turning back to face Finn again, Dallas took the ax from him. “Thanks. Stay down here by the road until you can safely get outta Gatlin Fields.” He looked at Philip. “And you stick with ‘im.” The man huffed out a tired breath. “I gotta go find my brother n’ my boss.”

—

In a continued mood of mild hysterics, it took everything in Finn not to burst out laughing at the objectively hilarious sight of a man that size trying and failing so hard to look over his shoulder. When he then started making wild swings for it, Finn wondered if he should just go all in with pointing and laughing and blame it on the concussion he definitely had. The frustrated gaze turning back on the empath did wonders to quell any humor, though. Especially since he was about to pull an axe out of a man’s back, apparently. 

“Block of wood, huh?” Finn parroted back, disbelief coloring his words but there was no going back now, not when this man had saved his ass and not with Philip staring him down expectantly. Dumb goat. “God, okay…” Unsteady hands wrapped around the handle and Finn’s stomach lurched because that thing was in there. So, maybe because he proved time and again to be some sort of masochist by nature, Finn gave a mostly experimental tug. He felt even more lightheaded than before. Quick like a band-aid. 

“Dude, chill, I’ve never pulled a fucking axe out of someone before,” Finn hissed and annoyance felt safer than thinking too much about what he was doing, and inevitably passing out, so he continued. “Can’t even show up to a-” he braced one foot against the ground because bracing it against the man’s back felt tactless, “- goddamn barn party without something going to absolute fucking shit, losing my boyfriend and yanking a motherfucking axe…” 

It came loose with a… squelch, was the only word Finn thought to describe the sound. His saviour didn’t drop dead, didn’t cry out or bleed out. In fact, it didn’t look like he was bleeding at all, just seeping something dark and… Finn jolted as the man stood, realizing he was holding the hilt of the axe with enough force to make his fingers turn white. Probably not as white as his face but close. “Er… welcome?” Finn replied meekly, grateful to be rid off the axe as he once more leaned on Philip for support, both physical and emotional. His stomach didn’t lurch again but instead dropped, the mention of a brother and a boss, presumably Monty, the realization that Charlie was still somewhere - and if Finn really focused, he was somewhere angry and horrified.

The impressive silhouette of the man grew smaller as he vanished back into the fucking horrors. A bleat from Philip, one that Finn decided to interpret as encouraging, was enough to finally snap him into action. Picking up his phone for the process of repeatedly ringing his boyfriend while panic gnawed at his insides, Finn led his goat buddy further down the street in some vague hope that Charlie would simply be waiting at the van.

[ebonyclaw]

Flames Reduced to Ash: A Leafpool AU

Fanfic under the cut!

That evening, Leafpool was busier than she had been in a long time. The last time that she had felt this essential was during the aftermath of the badger invasion. Just like what had happened all those moons ago, today there were many injured clanmates for her to attend to, as well as medicinal supplies for her to gather, organize, and stockpile. Cats were brought to her choking: with lungs full of smoke, pelts full of ash, and scalding burn wounds. Their eyes were frenzied with pain and fear as she cared for each and every one of them as if they were her own kits. She soothed their pain with herbal poultices, comforting them with her soft voice and gentle touch. Due to the sheer amount of patients that she was faced with after this latest catastrophe, she kept only those with the most severe injuries in her den that night. The rest with more minor burns were sent to recover in their usual sleeping areas.

At this point, Leafpool was running dangerously low on both sleep and patience. After all, it is hard work being the ever-accommodating medicine cat of Thunderclan, especially in the wake of a disaster such as the great fire which had devastated their camp. What Leafpool really needed was a break, but for some reason, her former apprentice Jayfeather was nowhere to be found. It was now moonhigh, and the brown tabby was getting increasingly anxious.

Just as this anxiety began to stir in her mind was the silence broken by a rustling at her den entrance. Turning her head, Leafpool spotted a thick-furred ginger cat roughly shouldering her way in.

“Squirrelflight!” Leafpool breathed a sigh of relief, leaping from her nest, “I was beginning to worry! Have you seen…“

This momentary relief was short-lived, as Leafpool then got a better look at her dear sister. Squirrelflight’s pelt was patchy and burned, and she also had deep scratches oozing blood on her shoulder. She looked exhausted and ready to collapse. When Leafpool looked into her sister’s eyes, she saw a dark and haunted expression returning her gaze.

Leafpool rushed to her storage to get some herbs to treat Squirrelflight’s wounds. As she was hurriedly gathering some cobwebs to stop the bleeding on her sister’s shoulder, she was interrupted by her harsh mew.

“The kits… Leafpool… they know.” Squirrelflight croaked. 

Leafpool’s eyes shot wide open and she immediately looked around the den at her sleeping patients. With a nervous flick of her tail, she gestured for Squirrelflight to take this discussion outside, offering her a shoulder to lean on for support. They did not walk far, as Squirrelflight had already used most of her energy just making it to the medicine den. However, this conversation needed to take place where prying ears could not overhear. Sitting down and tucking her tail over her paws to hide the trembling, Leafpool looked her sister in the eye.

“Tell me Squirrelflight… What exactly happened during the fire?”

Squirrelflight began to let out several raspy coughs, her lungs and throat still raw from inhaling smoke. After her flank ceased heaving, she turned to look at Leafpool with serious eyes.

“During the fire: Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and myself were all searching for an escape route. We were surrounded on all sides by roaring flames, and things were looking bad. However, just as we were about to cross a fallen log to safety, Ashfur appeared from the smoke and blocked our exit.”

Following along with the story attentively thus far, Leafpool was left shocked. Ashfur? But he was their trusted clanmate!

Squirrelflight continued, “I yowled at him to move, to let us go, but you should have seen the hatred in his eyes… Leaf, it was chilling.” She shuddered when recalling the thought of the gray tom’s icy gaze. “It was as if this was a long time coming, like he was waiting for this perfect moment of revenge.”

Leafpool shuffled closer to her sister and gave her cheek a comforting lick, but Squirrelflight was not done with her story yet. She continued, “He was still… so angry that I refused to be his mate all those moons ago.” The ginger cat sounded hollow, “He couldn’t accept that I had long since moved on, that EVERYBODY else had already moved on. For Starclan’s sake Leafpool, the kits are all fully grown warriors now!”

Leafpool was left dumbfounded and completely unable to understand. How could a cat carry a grudge over something so trivial for so long?

“He was furious, and he was yelling about how much pain he was in and how it was all my fault… About how he didn’t ever hate Brambleclaw, he only ever hated ME for rejecting him.” Squirrelflight sneered in contempt, “At that point, I just wanted to make sure that the others could get to safety, so I asked him to please let them go. I thought that since his issue was with me he would have no reason to hurt them.”

Leafpool’s eyes were wide with sympathy, and she wrapped her tail around Squirrelflight’s own quivering tail. 

“B-but he said that they deserved to die too! He said that he would do anything to hurt me… including murdering those three! So… I told them all. I was so angry that he would dare to harm those innocent cats that it just erupted out of me. I said that Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, and Jayfeather were not my kits.”

Squirrelflight looked defeated and her ears fell flat, “Leafpool you should have seen their faces…”

Leafpool’s eyes misted over as she was overcome by the reality of the situation. She couldn’t help but to let out a gentle sob. Squirrelflight noticed her sister’s distress and rasped her tongue over her head,

“They do not know who their real parents are, don’t worry,” she mewed, reversing their roles as she turned to comfort Leafpool, “They didn’t even ask. They seemed to want nothing more to do with me as soon as we escaped the fire.”

This did not comfort Leafpool in the slightest. “But you ARE their mother Squirrelfight! Just as much as I am!” Squirrelflight tensed, surprised, as Leafpool continued, “You and Brambleclaw, you are the two cats who raised them! It wasn’t me, and it sure as Starclan was not Crowfeather. You will always be their mother.”

Squirrelflight sighed, “I do not know if they see it that way, Leaf.”

“They will surely come around, they were just shocked and scared, especially after having their lives threatened by their own clanmate! They have had a very eventful day… As a matter of fact, so have you. Go rest now Squirrel, we will work through this together, starting tomorrow.”

Squirrelflight met her sister’s eyes and blinked in exhausted appreciation before turning to go to the warrior’s den. Leafpool watched her leave, feeling like there were ants crawling under her pelt. That cat, their clanmate Ashfur, was suddenly very, very dangerous.

Leafpool padded back towards the entrance of the medicine den, her mind buzzing like a swarm of biting mosquitoes. Ashfur. Ashfur. Ashfur. 

He knows now that my children had to be kept a secret. After all, they are not only the children of an inter-clan relationship, they were also the children of a medicine cat! He may not know why, or who their real parents were, but with some digging he could find out. This was much worse than Squirrelflight let on. This could ruin everything, not only my position within Thunderclan, but the lives of my family as well…

While her consciousness was still rushing, Leafpool spotted him. In the darkness of the night, near the bramble barrier at the edge of the camp, there was a pair of glinting blue eyes staring back at her. The eyes blinked and disappeared, and Leafpool saw a spotted tail flick briefly into sight as the other cat turned and left. 

Rising to her paws, Leafpool began to move without even deciding to. Despite not having the same warrior training as her sister, Leafpool’s instincts took over as she began to tail the smoky gray tom through Thunderclan’s vast forest territory. She followed his scent over fallen logs and across streams, making sure to always stay hidden in the brush. They were heading deep into Thunderclan territory, and Leafpool could not help but wonder about his intended destination. Where could he possibly be going at this hour?

Suddenly, the scent that she was following was alarmingly close, he must have stopped moving. Crouching low, Leafpool peered out from between the leaves to see Ashfur pacing back and forth by the large river that cuts through their whole territory. His tail was lashing and his brow was furrowed. The gray tom then unsheathed his claws and slashed at a nearby piece of brush, letting out a frustrated hiss. Due to the exchange she just shared with Squirrelflight, Leafpool knew the context for this show of aggression. She realized that the reason that he was so angry was that he did not succeed in his scheme.

Leafpool couldn’t believe her eyes, she had always known that Ashfur was not her most pleasant clanmate, but she was never aware of just how much hatred he harbored in his heart. It is not as though she had disbelieved Squirrelflight’s story, but hearing about Ashfur’s true nature was different than seeing it herself firsthand. Leafpool knew then that she should leave, she had to return to her den and pretend that she saw nothing. However, her paws felt rooted in place, and her breath was becoming heavier. She kept watching the angry tom while her heartbeat accelerated. Her thoughts were spinning with fear, as the cat before her was clearly unhinged, and he also had a grudge against her dear sister. 

The emotion that began as terror quickly flickered into a rage that surprised Leafpool with its ferocity. She thought of how scared her children must have been during that confrontation in the fire. Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, Jayfeather… Squirrelflight… I love you all so dearly, and this selfish cat nearly took you all away from me! How dare he!

With trembling legs, she took a single step back, only to feel her paw land right onto a twig. The snap was quiet, but Ashfur’s ears immediately shot upwards. He was now on edge, as his eyes frantically darted around the clearing for the source of the sound. Leafpool held her breath and lowered herself even further, until her belly was brushing against the forest floor. Now, Ashfur was sniffing around the edges of the clearing, getting nearer and nearer to her hiding place. Leafpool felt her claws quietly unsheath and dig into the moss. As Ashfur got closer, Leafpool held her breath. 

Suddenly, recognition sparked in Ashfur’s eyes and he threw his head back.

“I know that you are here, Leafpool!” He yowled, fur bristling, “I can smell your fear-scent!”

Leafpool felt her muscles tense. The sound of her name sent a jolt of lightning down her spine.

“I am sure that Squirrelflight would be DEVASTATED if something were to happen to her sister!” Ashfur meowed smugly, flexing his claws.

Leafpool felt her blood go cold, fully realizing the precarious situation that she had placed herself in. They were both deep in Thunderclan territory with no other cat around, late at night. Far enough away from Thunderclan camp that their sleeping clanmates would not hear any yowling in the distance. Ashfur was a formidable warrior, with many moons of battle experience, and Leafpool was a cat trained only in healing and botany. He was also particularly dangerous for another reason, and that was the strength of his undying hatred against Squirrelflight. Leafpool then understood that if he were to find her now, it would result in a fight to the death. This would be a fight where the odds would be heavily stacked against her.

Leafpool knew then what she had to do. Not only for her own safety in her current situation, but also for the safety of her family in the long-term. She rose a little from the ground, enough to gather her strength in her haunches. She could see Ashfur’s gray paws approaching the bush that she was hiding inside. Up until now her thoughts had been a surging river, but at this moment, her mind went scarily silent. She patiently waited for an opportunity to present itself.

When Ashfur crouched beside her hiding spot to investigate closer, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something. These words never left his mouth however, as Leafpool erupted from the foliage and wrapped her claws around Ashfur’s speckled shoulders. She had the element of surprise, and she knew that she had to finish her attack quickly before he retaliated. Leafpool used all of her weight to bring Ashfur to the ground as he was spitting in rage. His claws flashed past her face to score a scratch in her flank, and her blood splattered onto the stones beneath them. Leafpool gazed into his eyes, aglow with fury, to see nothing but a stranger behind them. She did not hesitate, with the thoughts of her sister and children drowning out any doubt or fear that may have remained in her heart. Pinning the tom to the ground, Leafpool sunk her teeth deep into the light fur of his throat. She held fast, and as he writhed underneath her, she felt his skin pull and tear away in her jaws. Leafpool did not hunt prey for her clan, so she was shocked at just how warm the fresh blood was on her tongue. This must be what catching fresh-kill feels like! She thought, mortified.

After his thrashing slowly began to subside, Ashfur went limp in Leafpool’s grasp. She loosened her grip on his shoulders, and removed her fangs from his neck. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and he was convulsing at her paws. After a few seconds of a sickening gurgling, he went silent, blood trickling down his chin. Leafpool decided then to take a good look at the wound, just to be absolutely sure that it had killed him. The wound was deep and messy, and was surrounded by torn fur and exposed bloody tissue. This was a kill accomplished by an inexperienced killer, and it was sloppy. The part of her that was a medicine cat grimaced, and she immediately knew that the wound was fatal. 

At once, Leafpool was struck by both a sensation of relief, and that of a deep and existential horror. She felt as though she was going to be sick. Never in her life did she ever expect to be a cat who would intentionally  kill another, not with her line of work as a healer. She restrained herself from retching, and she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She inhaled and exhaled the crisp night air, grounding herself and relieving her nausea. I am used to seeing nasty wounds and smelling blood. She attempted to reassure herself.

The corpse of the gray tom could not be left here in the clearing, and Leafpool knew that. While his open throat could have been caused by a fox or dog, especially given how messy the kill was, the deep scratches on his shoulders were clearly that of a cat’s. Leafpool was certain that his body would be discovered by her clan’s dawn patrol the next day if he were to be left here. It would be better for Ashfur to be considered missing, as opposed to being found as a murder victim. That could lead to a lot of trouble, and potentially even conflict with another clan if they got blamed for his death. Leafpool did not even want to imagine what the consequences would be if she was discovered to be his killer.

Now that the adrenaline coursing through her veins had stopped, Leafpool suddenly felt very small and weak. Using the last remnants of her strength, She hoisted up Ashfur’s body so that it was draped over her back. Slowly and painfully, she hobbled with him towards the riverbank. His back legs dragged across the ground, and his throat was leaking a bloody trail onto the soil. Finally, once she had reached the edge of the river, she shrugged off his body into the churning current below. This river was the deepest and the swiftest on their territory. Leafpool hoped that his body would be carried all the way to the lake so that it would disappear for good. It would be best if Thunderclan quickly forgot about this rotten tom. Leafpool thought darkly.

She watched as his body vanished downstream, and then she washed herself clean with the water. She also cleaned away the bloody trail that he left behind, as her clanmates would be able to tell by the scent that it was cat blood. She looked through the canopy of leaves above her, at the slivers of visible night sky. The stars above twinkled mockingly back at her, almost as if they were saying, we saw what you have done. Leafpool felt a rush of indignation at this perceived scrutiny. Judge me however you like! She thought bitterly to herself, I have served you for my entire life, and all you have done is abandon me when I have needed you the most.

It would soon be sunrise, and Leafpool had to return to the camp before it was time for the dawn patrol. She hurriedly retraced her steps through the forest, all the way back to her den before collapsing in utter exhaustion. The blackness of sleep began to overtake her within moments. Her bravado in the face of her ancestors from earlier had already begun to fade, being replaced by an inescapable terror that shook her to her very core. Oh Starclan, what have I done?

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

More on Buck/Tommy Whump (at AO3)

In addition to my post about the amount of whump resp. hurt/comfort in Buck/Tommy, I've found out a couple of other interesting things. Among those is the fact I haven't tagged some of my own BuckTommy fics with Hurt/Comfort although they are, obviously preferring other tags. That being said, it means that the 86 works tagged as Hurt/Comfort are probably not all there is out there.

I've then skimmed most of those fics and read many of them. I left out the unfinished ones and those who were not mainly Buck/Tommy. Also the ones in which somebody else was hurt, which also occurred a couple of times – in those cases, it was either Eddie, Christopher, Bobby or Chimney. Here's more fun things I found:

most of the fics in which Buck is hurt are Emotional Hurt/Comfort

of which many deal with his parents

a lot of fics that deal with Buck physically hurt focus on episode 5 of season 7, that makes about 9 fics dealing with him choked

he's got a concussion at least 4 times, gets beaten up around 3 times, has a migraine or bad headaches for about 3 times and around 3 fics deal with him having chronic pain.

other injuries include him being shot, stabbed, poisoned; he's suffering from smoke inhalation a couple of times, breaks a couple of bones and even is in a coma once.

Sick fics vary from him having a common cold to appendicitis.

There's one soulmate fic in which Tommy feels all the pain of the canon injuries Buck suffers.

fics in which Tommy gets hurt are mostly focusing on physical hurt, which is different from the Buck ones.

Most of the Tommy hurt fics occur due to him crashing with the helicopter, and he mostly suffers multiple injuries.

Standing out from this are a few fics in which he is in an explosion or hurt while rescuing a cat; I also found one with him having a migraine and one epileptic seizure.

The ones focusing on emotional hurt with Tommy deal with past abuse, sexual abuse and PTSD.

I found about 2 sickfics, he's got a cold in one and a fever in the other.

One fic was about him being permanently injured resp. disabled.

[landofzero-archive]

Absolute - The Pure Land 7

(Location: Michigan Townscape)

(10 minutes later. On the street near the scene of the fire.)

Jun: GODDAMN!

Damn it, I can’t see anything through the smoke and the crowd!You’re a bit taller than me, right, Ohiisan? Can you see anything~?

Hiyori: What do you mean by that? We’re not that different. What, do you have a complex over being shorter than me?

But it seems like no matter where you are in the world, people gather together when something happens. I guess that’s just human nature.

—Ah, Jun-kun, Jun-kun! Your Ohiisan just got a great idea!

You put on a flashy performance right here right now and catch all the onlookers’ attention while I rush onto the scene! How does that sound!?

Jun: There’s no “how does that sound!?”, you’re still being super reckless towards me!

Hiyori: So are you doing it? Or not?

Jun: Aah jeeze, fine I’ll do it okay!? I’ve trained for emergencies like this~!

Ibara: —Cough cough, please don’t cause a scene, alright?

I want to make it out of here before anyone notices, so it’ll be troublesome if you stand out.

Jun: Ibara!?

Hiyori: Are you okay? As expected, snakes really are stubborn animals!

Ibara: Um well…… Perhaps Uncle was making fun of me, but he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and threw me out the window while saying, “I’ll handle things from here.”

We were on the third floor, so I would’ve been seriously injured if I hadn’t used a tree as a cushion.

NEGI: “What about Uncle? Is he safe?”

Ibara: …… Yes. Probably. If they’re someone who could take his life with an attack of that intensity, then they would have already died many times over.

More importantly, as much as I would like to help Uncle, I don’t wish to bring harm to any of you—

I don’t want to also be picking chestnuts out of a fire. (1)

For now, let’s evacuate! Yes yes, don’t just stand around and get moving!

Jun: Haha. As soon as he got out, he started directing us.

Hiyori: But that’s exactly what makes him Ibara, isn’t it? What fine weather♪

It’s good that you’re safe. I truly mean it.

NEGI: “……  I’ll stay behind. I’m worried about Uncle.”

Ibara: I understand how you feel, but it’s no use. If I leave you in a dangerous situation, he’ll not only get angry at me later, but he’ll also kill me.

That’s much more dangerous and terrifying. Do you understand?

NEGI: “………

…… Yes. It’s a shame, but a ‘helpless little girl’ won’t be of any use here.”

Ibara: I suppose it’s about having the right person in the right place.

…… Even though I told you all to stay at the hotel, it seems His Highness Hiyori and Jun were searching for His Excellency on their own.

It looks like NEGI-shi was taking care of those troublesome people.

Jun: Jeez, how did you find out!?

Ibara: I was also searching around town for our missing persons, so naturally that kind of information would make its way back to me, right? Is your brain even working properly, Jun?

The tent village at Absolute that you guys were in is considered an untouchable area, so I don’t know what exactly you were doing, but—

………

Hiyori: ? Is something wrong, Ibara? You suddenly covered your mouth and stopped talking—Ah, did you get sick from inhaling the smoke?

Jun: That’s super bad! Wh-What should we do in this kind of situation? Mouth to mouth……!?

Ibara: …… Be quiet for a moment. I think I’ve connected the dots.

NEGI: “Wawa? The building is burning down and collapsing, I don’t know what you thought up but how about we talk while we evacuate?”

Ibara: Right. I spent a lot of time staring at a map of this town yesterday, so I’ve memorized all the escape routes. So, allow me to guide you.

Everyone, please follow me.

Jun: Yes. We’ll always follow Ibara~♪

Ibara: Thank you for that. I appreciate your trust.

Truly……

Anyway, I assumed His Excellency and the other one were somewhere inside a building or underground.

However, in summary, the underground is a large place so I thought it would be difficult to comb through it thoroughly.

Unlike my Uncle, Shaka-shi isn’t a professional criminal. His real job is being an idol, after all, so I’m sure he’s feeling very anxious by now—

There should be a number of security measures in place. In other words, the tent village at Absolute that no one can enter.

He’s also likely hidden underground where no one can see him.

Jun: A criminal? In hiding? What are you talking about? That Shaka-san guy was kidnapped by someone just like Nagi-senpai was……?

Hiyori: Hahaa, does Ibara suspect that Shaka-san is the “true culprit”?

The idea of the person who was thought to be the victim actually turning out to be the culprit has been a staple of mystery plots for a long time.

Ibara: When you think about it that way, a lot of things click into place. I think Your Intelligent Highness understands.

Hiyori: “If you don’t understand, you’re an idiot,” huh? You’re pretending to sweet talk me so you can stir the pot, huh, Ibara♪  

Ibara: Anyway! I’ll be rushing to the Absolute tent village!

Whether the reasoning is correct or not, we can’t just do nothing!

Jun: We’re coming too, y’know~? You’re not going to stop us, are you, Ibara?

Hiyori: We did a lot of interrogating at the tent village yesterday.

Since we know the area and have made some acquaintances, I think you’ll be able to search for Nagisa-kun more efficiently than if you were to go in alone, right?

Ibara: ………

…… There’s no other way. Now then, please come with me.

I’ll feel more secure if I’m there to monitor you, rather than letting you do whatever you want without my knowledge. Fine.

TL Notes:

A phrase based on the fable “The Monkey and The Cat” that essentially means taking a risk for someone else’s sake. While in other countries it generally has a negative connotation that someone else is profiting off of you putting yourself at risk, in Japan it can be seen in a positive light.

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[pricescigar]

A Dragons fury

Summary: When John Price, King of the Hybrid Dragon's rages an invasion on King Dietrich's kingdom. He also finds a treasure worthy of his heart, Elvira.

Admin note: Hi it's me Brooke! I do hope you enjoy this mini series of Dragon!Price, I don't know how many parts it'll be, I'll see how we go.

John Price X Elvira Wolff

Dragons or better known as Hybrid-Dragons ruled the mountains across the many regions of the world, though they may have their own problems the only thing that always brought them together was the conflict between the many humans. One in particular was King Dietrich, a mean, cold, heartless and ruthless ruler that ruled his Kingdom. Many hated him, but many did not have the courage to step up to him, or even cause a revolt. They were that scared of him, even his own daughter … Was scared of him.

Elvira... Her life was confined in the familiar stone walls of the Wolff Castle, it was a rare sight whenever the Kingdom would have a chance to see their beloved Princess. Upon special occasions was the only time they'd see her face, any other time she was back inside the Castle. Sometimes you'd see her at the highest tower of the Castle, staring out of the window occasionally. Watching as the day goes by, before her duties would call for her once more. 

The Princess and rightful heir to the throne. Elvira Wolff, a bright, young and intelligent Princess, still yet to find a rightful husband to continue the Wolff bloodline. Being trapped in the Castle all day, everyday has it's downsides. Yet reading, being tutored to be s good Queen and mother was the only thing that kept her occupied. 

The war between humans and the hybrid Dragons was at an all time high this month, Dietrich wasn't backing down this time. King Dietrich & King Price had been at each other's throats for decades now. The recent attack Dietrich did on the Dragons was a fatal blow, leaving almost all of them dead, starving, injured. And now… King John Price craved revenge.

The early hours of the morning were met with the grand bell ringing, a sign of invasion, the guards went to their posts and positions as the inament of threat and danger was approaching. A large group of Dragons could be seen flying towards the village, and the Castle itself. Elvira woke up to screams of terror, some blood curdling some out of fear. 

Elvira got out of her bed quickly, only wearing her night down and went over to the door of her bedroom. And as always it was locked, thanks to her lovely father… No matter how many times Elvira knocked on the door loudly, calling out for help no one seemed to be answering her…

"Please…! Please! Someone help me!" Elvira yelled out in fear, the Castle shook as rubble and stones were destroyed. The weak parts of the Castle that contain wood, began to burst in flames.

John Price, the King of the Hybrid Dragons led his men and strongest women into Battle. The kingdom burst into flames as they caused destruction, Price searched all around for King Deitrich yet couldn't find him. Yet a distinct voice made him stop in his tracks, someone calling for help? He could hear a female voice.

"Please…! Please! Someone help me!"

Price began to follow where he heard the voice, it got louder each time. He quickly went up the tower, and that's where he heard the voice… Part of the Castle was almost up in flames at that point. 

"Move away from the door!" Price yelled to whoever was on the other side of the door. "I'm going to kick it down!" 

Elvira began to cough as the smoke and flames became visible. She heard the voice beckoning her to back away from the wooden door. 

"O-Okay!" She called out staying at the corner of her room, as she covered her mouth to not inhale the smoke. Then hearing the loud thud of him kicking the door down. With such blunt force the wooden door got kicked down easily, she looked away before her eyes laid on Price. 

Price stood there as he stared at Elvira with silted yellow golden eyes. He was tall, muscular, green scales all over his arm and legs. He had large green wings which enclosed when he saw her. Sharp facial features, messy brown hair, a chiselled beard and horns over his head and a large tail. His hands and legs revealed sharp nails, long enough to cut anyone. He saw how scared she was, and a small idea came to mind…

"Hm a Princess… You're mine now." He mumbled to himself, he huffed, smoke coming out of his nostrils. Before she could even react Price quickly ran towards her, grabbing her firmly and lifting her up into his arms and he used his wings to cover her body and jumped out of the window.

Elvira stood there in fear as the man who broke down the door was no other than a Hybrid dragon, she stared at him for a moment before watching him run towards her. She yelped in fear when he grabbed hold of her, her instincts made her hold onto him as he jumped out of the window.

Price's wings spread out as he landed down perfectly on the ground, by that time most of the Royal guards were dead. Their bodies laid on the floor. Some were burst to ashes, some had claw marks. It was an awful sight to see, it almost made Elvira nauseous to the core.

Elvira looked around at all of the destruction that was caused, as she looked up at Price who was still holding her, her face almost scrunched up in anger.

"Put me down! Put me down now!" Elvira ordered him as she fidgeted in his arms, hearing her pleas only made him chuckle and hold onto her body tighter than before.

"Now… Why would I do that Princess? I saw the treasure and I took it, which is you, love." Price snarled looking down at her. "Where's that lovely father of yours?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I… I don't know…" Elvira replied to him feeling helpless in the Dragon's arms, knowing she couldn't do much in this situation. 

"I found him!" Gaz shouted as he threw Dietrich on the ground, he was all battered, beaten up clearly he had lost the battle. 

"Well, well… Who has the short end of the stick now, Dietrich?" Price grinned staring down at him, his sharp teeth visible. 

"I admit my defeat, John…" Dietrich mumbled looking up at Price, he saw he had his daughter. "Do what you will with my daughter, I don't care what you do."  He spoke coldly.

"Vater…" Elvira spoke in disbelief as she heard those words escape from his mouth not knowing how to react to what he said. 

"Kill him, we'll take the princess with us." Price spoke coldly, turning away still holding the damsel in distress in his arms, he walked with her as Ghost grabbed Dietrich's head and snapped it with ease.

"You can't do this…" Elvira mumbled feeling all of her emotions hit her at once, she felt tears forming in her eyes. "Please let me go, that's all I ask of you…"

"I can do whatever I want, and I will." Price huffed. "It's best if you don't look down." He then flew up into the air suddenly, Ghost, Gaz and Soap quickly followed behind as did all the other Dragons.

Elvira hid her face in his scaly chest as he flew up in the air, the cold air hitting her full force. The group of Dragons quickly fled from the scene together, they flew together in a large formation. 

By the time they got to the large fortress that was built within the mountains it was midmorning. Price landed down at the balcony of the fortress, which indicated it led into his den. Price's yellow eyes watched his other men and women go through the main entrance to go and rest. They fought well today, a glorious victory.

And so he opened the doors of his den heading inside, and closing them behind him. The room was quite large, the room was dimly lit, a large bed to sleep on too. There wasn't much in there as being a Dragon he didn't need much. He placed Elvira on his bed, observing her. 

Elvira backed away slightly, her back against the cold wall as Price had placed her down. She finally took a moment to catch her breath. To try and at least process what had happened to her… Why her?

"I'm sorry." Price finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence. "Your father had it coming, and seeing you locked up in that tower. I can only make my assumptions." He lastly said.

"I...I had no involvement in this!" Elvira pleaded. "I tried to stop him, believe me I did but he told me to not get involved as it was ideas above my station…" She explained. 

"Mhm. I understand that." Price mumbled climbing in the bed too, putting his hands either slide of her head staring at her.

"Regardless of that, I've found my treasure… And that's you." He said, there was a gleam of passion and lust in his eyes. 

"You'll be a wonderful mate." He lastly said.

Elvira became flustered seeing how close he was to her, looking away from him. Hearing the word 'mate.' Escape his lips, she looked back at Price shocked. "I will not be your mate." She stared at him. 

Price chuckled at how pent up and angry she was getting. "My, my… I think I made a good choice…" He brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Admiring at how pretty she was. He then brought her in his arms, laying down on the bed with her trapped in his embrace. 

"I need a rest…" He mumbled. 

"Hey-" Elvira protested as she was stuck in his arms, the more she fidgeted the tighter he held her. His tail wrapped around her legs, so she wouldn't move so much. 

"Rest. Stay calm… My lovely Princess." Price mumbled tiredly, his eyes finally closing. His breathing soon became calm. One of his hands then wrapped around her back, the other wrapped around her waist.

Elvira felt the heat of his body temperature becoming warm, one of his wings distinctively covered part of her body, shielding and protecting her. She knew she couldn't escape, nor fight the dragon either… Gradually she soon fell asleep too.