#nicholas scratch angst

[deathbxnny]

Soo do you remember when Boothill came out, so many people (me included) compared him to Arlechinno and say that he’s “genderbent Arlechinno” despite being literally the opposite of her?

:)

Can i request Boothill with an Arlechinno!reader as a twin sibling?

Context:

Boothill and the reader are twins and they are the absolute opposites despite they’re similar appearances. One is loud and brash while the other is quiet and stoic, one is a normal kid while the other is for some reason cursed? No one in their little family knew why or how the reader have a curse but there wasnt much they can really do about it. Regardless, Boothill and the reader are as thick as thieves, never seen without the other. But then the IPC came and blew up their planet which finally seperated the two twins. The reader somehow survived bc of their curse but now they sometimes glitch (like how Arle does in her idle animation). Now the reader nor Boothill knows that the other survived for a while but then they bumped into each other and you can take the reins from here

Hope you have a lovely day/night!

(Somehow im in a Boothill fever.. i blame Nicholas (DanHeng’s VA) for his damn Boothill song)

- Flower Anon 🌸

Oooh, I really love this idea, Flower Anon!! I have to admit, though, that I struggled writing this so bad, so I'm sorry if it turned out horribly.

Thank you otherwise for your request and sorry it took so long!!<3

Content: Platonic relationships, twin sibling reader, angst, vague mentions of Boothills past, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

The summer we died in. (Boothill x Twin!Reader)

"If I didn't know yer so well, I would've maybe been shocked to see you alive." Your brother's southern drawl shook memories awake in your mind. Memories that had been left slumbering in the fields of your old home, under the warm sun and in the tall grass. And yet... you didn't feel anything.

"... I suppose I could say the same thing about you -" "-Boothill. That's the name now." You hum dully as you crossed your arms and turned your head away from the confused Trailblazer in front of you to look at him. You had come to Penacony for business, or rather revenge, only to be dragged into its mess on accident. You therefore didn't expect to see the remnants of your formerly dead brother standing before you.

But could you even consider him alive in the state he was in now? A blurry image of what he looked like once came to mind, yet melted away just as fast. You didn't actually remember how he looked like anymore.

"Boothill then."

Silence filled the air, the tension thick and suffocating, yet neither of your gazes faltered. You just... didn't know what to say. There was a time in which you'd childishly dream of seeing him again, the way you'd throw yourself into his arms and then return with him to your families farmhouse. You'd act like nothing happened, become the siblings again that you always were.

But the realisation that it was all just that, a dream, made you press your lips together in the near... disappointment? You should've known better than to become so disillusioned from everything, and yet the reality still hurt you deep, deep down, under the endless layers of your curse.

"Uhm... my apologies, but you know eachother?" Robin asked carefully, seemingly saying exactly what your other companions had been thinking. Your gaze thoughtfully shifted around the twisted yet nostalgic landscape of the dreamscape, not knowing how to answer. You knew eachother once. But now? You weren't sure. You had never met "Boothill". And your brother, therefore remains dead.

Said man scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh yeah, that's my twin -" "-Reallyyy??? You guys don't look nor act alike at all!" March gasped out, only to be quickly hushed by Dan Heng and the Trailblazer. "... Hah, did ya hear that? Things never change!" Boothill grinned at you the way he used to, another memory of pranks and mischief under the moonlight filling your head again, which you just waved away. "Some things don't. But most do... How did you make it?" "Always so straight to the point." Your brother's grin widened as his relief and excitement began seeping through at last. His shoulders relaxed, eyes crinkling with a familiar spark you found yourself nearly stepping away from.

"But let's just say I'm after the same man you are." Ofcourse he'd know exactly what you were in Penacony for. You were one in the same when it came to your wrath. You wanted revenge for your lost family and for eachother, unknowing of the others' fate beyond death. You would've found it funny if you could have felt anything at all.

"Right." You didn't want to know more than that yet. "How'd you get in? Doubt you swam in that lil' pool all the way here." He hummed, which made you tilt your head. Why was he so casual? Why was he acting like neither of you had died? That both of you were together all along throughout the years you missed? It was bizarre and yet so awfully fitting. "... Remember the curse?" You held up a clawed hand that glitched through the force of the dreamscape. You couldn't remember what made you gain this ability, having woken up this way after the catastrophe. But it came in handy in moments like these.

Robin raised a hand to her chin. "You... were able to bypass the dreamscape and just enter it?" "Yes." You replied, and Boothill chuckled at that. "Wish you got that sweet ability sooner. Would've helped us out lots during the ol' days." You stared ahead, nearly through him. Was he trying to cope with your appearance before him this way? Was he trying to deflect the realisation that he wasn't totally alone after all? You didn't know what to think.

"... Let's go together. I overheard your part of the plan from the Trailblazer, and time is running out. If we want to defeat Mr. Sunday, then we have to get going." You said, voice as intimidating and cold as it used to be. It seemed to snap everyone out of their confused daze as they proceeded with the plan. Boothill met your gaze amongst the general commotion of your companions quickly speaking over eachother before taking their own respective leaves.

You stood there, seemingly stuck on how to proceed, which felt so out of character for you. You were used to ordering people around, intimidating them, and demanding the near impossible. But here you were now, speechless and hesitant. Did this perhaps hit you harder than previously expected? Boothill just tipped his hat and led the way automatically, another memory flickering of him doing the same during your nightly pranks. You'd sneak out and hop over the wooden fence surrounding your home to bother your old, grumpy neighbor. Those days were always so warm, the summer heat seeping into the night that began to cool off on your skins.

Those days never seemed to end. It was never cold. Always warm, scorching warm. Burning, flames, smoke filling your lungs and then total destruction.

"-Remember that day? The last one." Yes, you did. It's all you thought about during your travels. It's what fueled your revenge. You said nothing in reply, but he didn't mind. "It was warm. Last day of summer they said but it didn't feel like it to us." The false night sky of the dreamscape stretched out over the extravagant city. You looked down on the dreamers who decided to live a lie rather than face reality. There was a time in which you'd find them pathetic, but now you see yourself in their crowd, gazing right up at you with an equally as unreadable face.

"It was the summer we died in. So I guess they were right. It was our last day." He loaded his gun and raised it to the sky, his body turned away from you. The bright lights below illuminated his sides, hair flowing in the wind whilst the hat covered his eyes. It was a foreign image, one you couldn't recognize. "Why... are you like this?" You asked after a moment of consideration, but what you really meant was why he didn't even feel affected by you being alive all along.

Yet then again... you didn't know if you felt anything either.

Despite your differences, you were the same deep down, he was right there too. And deep down, you realized too late that you weren't the same you used to be either. Death had taken you both. You weren't siblings here. You weren't related at all. The only thing connecting you was his shadow you stood in. But even that did little to shake you physically.

"Because it doesn't matter anymore who died that summer." He shot the flare into the air, hundreds of lights beginning to fill the night sky soon after. He looked back at you with a wild, unrestrained grin. "What matters is that we get the revenge we need for the dead, ain't that right? That's something your serious behind would say, at least."

You couldn't help but dully chuckle then. It was barely heard, so weak he could've nearly missed it, but he didn't. Stepping up next to him, out of his shadow, you gave him the faintest smile.

"You're right, Boothill... Let's get revenge for those who died that summer."

[anyasathenaeum]

Elysium (Dad!Vash fic) - Chapter 2

A/N: Hello again everybody! Here is chapter 2 to my Dad!Vash fic that I randomly got inspiration to write. This chapter is a heavy-duty angst platter, make sure you read the warnings because this gets kinda dark and real sad. There's hurt/comfort in there too, though. And she's a chonker at 6.4k words. Anyways, enjoy! This chapter was cross-posted to AO3 here.

Story Summary: Vash the Stampede remains in hiding after the disaster of Julai city. In the year since the disaster, you and Vash have had children and are living a quiet life in town, until one day, the arrival of bandits threatens to rip away the life you and Vash have built together. What will Vash give to protect his family?

Warnings: Reader is AFAB in this work, referred to using she/her pronouns and "Mama" by the kids, explicit and graphic descriptions of guns, blood and violence, the children are included in the angst and violence so please proceed accordingly

Chapter Wordcount: 6.4k

Chapter 2: Calamity

Darkness surrounded you. There was nothing you could see or smell or feel near you that could tell you anything about where you were.

'Vash... Oh, Vash...' You thought to yourself over and over, 'I'm so sorry. Please... be okay.... please, find us.'

It had been complete and utter chaos before either you or your children could react. The three of you had been happily playing together in the living room of your home when you suddenly heard the front door open and shut. You thought none the wiser of it and called out when you heard the door close.

"How was town, my love?"

However, when you received no reply, you immediately knew something was wrong. Before you could even turn your head, you saw little Rem and little Nicholas's eyes go wide and Rem screamed out "MAMA!" before you felt something hard connect with the back of your head and you plunged into darkness. You never even had a chance to look at the person who had attacked you, but given the fear in your children's faces, it wasn't somebody you knew.

Eventually, the darkness that had surrounded you for however long you'd been unconscious for began to recede, and you began to hear snippets of conversations happening around you.

"-ou think this was a good idea?"

"The bastard had it coming for showing us up like that!"

"If you're sure, boss."

You could make out two distinct voices - the first sounded uncertain and nervous, wobbling slightly as the person spoke, while the second sounded aggressive and irritated, as if trying to justify their decision. If you had to guess by the sounds of the voices, and the fact that the word "boss" was used, this was a conversation between a subordinate and their higher-up. Were these the individuals responsible for your kidnapping? Your children's kidnapping?

With a quiet groan, you slowly opened your eyes, your head throbbing painfully where you were struck when you were knocked out as the light shone in your face. As your vision adjusted to the light, you began to look around, trying to determine where exactly you were. It was a decrepit building, long-abandoned by the looks of it. The walls were faded and the wallpaper peeling, all the windows were cracked or shattered and scratched up from the sandstorms the building had weathered. Piles of sand lay in empty corridors that stretched endlessly, the glaring suns shining down through cracks and holes that had been made with the passage of time and lack of care given to the structure. As you began to look around, you put the pieces together of where you were - the abandoned school house that rested on the outskirts of town. You were laying on the ground, your hands tied together behind your back and your ankles bound together with rope.

"Hmm? Boss! She's up!"

You heard the first voice call out, and as you looked up, you saw a particularly nasty-looking bandit's face come into focus, smirking down at you.

"Ah? Well, well, well, good morning, Missus Saverem! About time you rejoined us in the land of the living!"

"Maybe if you or your goons hadn't hit me as hard, I would've rejoined you sooner," You snapped at the bandit, glaring at him with a look that certainly would've killed him were it possible.

"You've got some fire in you, haven't you, doll? I guess that's why your husband chose you, huh?" The bandit chuckled coldly, and you felt your heart sink in your chest as the bandit brought up Vash. What did he have to do with all this?

Before you could retort, a small sound caught your attention - a terrified whimper. You quickly looked towards the source of the sound, and you felt a combination of emotions flood your veins. Fear. Helplessness. Rage.

The source of the sound: your children.

Rem and Nicholas were laying not too far away from you, both of them bound exactly as you were. However, in addition to the ropes binding their arms and legs, there were pieces of fabric tied across their mouths to silence any potential cries or screams that would alert people to the situation. Nicholas was squirming like crazy, trying desperately to free himself from his bindings, while Rem was looking at you, the fear she was feeling unmistakably visible in her eyes, tears coursing down her little cheeks. She let out another terrified whimper as she tried to cry out to you.

"Release them!" You shouted at the bandit leader, your rage blazing through you, "They're just children! Let them go!"

"Hmm, I don't think so," The bandit leader replied coolly, a heartless chuckle escaping him as he snapped his fingers at his subordinates. The other bandits present came over to where Nicholas and Rem were laying and picked them both up, causing them both to wriggle uncontrollably and let out muffled cries of terror.

"Leave them alone! Put them down!" You screamed, your voice borderline pleading for the safety of your children. You had never felt so helpless in your life, unable to reach your babies, unable to protect them. They were mere feet away from you and felt more out of reach than they had ever been before.

"Move 'em. As we discussed," The bandit leader commanded, and his henchmen swiftly headed towards the outside of the building.

Before you could scream out again or even think, a burning pain erupted in your head as the bandit leader grabbed your hair and pulled hard, his face getting way too close to yours. The grin on his face made you want to beat him to a pulp, pure unadulterated hatred coursing through you. You let out a pained hiss, refusing to cry out as the man pulled your hair.

"We're following 'em, doll."

Another pained sound escaped you as he pulled on your hair ruthlessly, and you struggled as you tried to escape the bandit leader's grasp, but to no avail. The bandit leader simply laughed at your pathetic attempt to free yourself of him, and you found yourself being dragged by one of your arms through the sand and across the floor of the abandoned building. You winced as you felt sharp, broken tiles scratching and tearing your skin, but you bit your lip hard to keep yourself quiet, refusing to allow the bandits and your children to have any inkling of the pain you were feeling. You refused to give in. For Rem and for Nicholas.

By the time you were dragged outside, your legs and arms were torn and bleeding in multiple places, but you refused to so much as glance at your many wounds. You could hear Rem and Nicholas's muffled screams as they no doubt caught sight of you bleeding, and you quickly looked over to where your children were laying in the hot sand, both looking at you with eyes wide with terror.

"I'm okay, babies," You called to your children, your tone as gentle and soothing as you could possibly make it, "Don't worry. Mama's alright. They're just scratches."

Nicholas continued to thrash aggressively, still fighting his bindings with every ounce of energy he could possibly muster as he tried to get to you, regardless of the hold that the bandit had on him - a truly stubborn spirit, much like his namesake. Rem, however, lay in the sand calmly, just gazing at you and studying you carefully for any sign of distress. When she heard your words, she relaxed, no longer crying out through her gag, instead just focusing on you and keeping her eyes on you.

"That's right, my love," You called to Rem, smiling at her comfortingly, "Keep your eyes on Mama. I'm right here. Nick, love, stop squirming. It's okay. You're okay."

Nicholas immediately stopped when you spoke to him, his wide eyes looking up at you incredulously, as if surprised and slightly insulted that you should tell him to stop fighting. Had the situation not been what it was, you would've laughed - little Nicholas was proving to be a lot more like Wolfwood than you had ever anticipated. Your choice of name for him could not have been more appropriate.

As you looked at the bandits holding you and your children hostage, you realized that none of them were looking at you or Rem or Nicholas anymore. All of them were looking towards the town, and when you followed their gazes, you saw exactly what they were looking at; there was a figure a little ways off, somebody walking towards the group. You didn't even have to catch sight of their features to know who it was, your heart beginning to thunder in your chest.

Vash.

***

Vash didn't really remember how or when he got to the path leading to the abandoned school house. All he remembered was the feeling of his heart shattering in his chest when he found your wedding ring, the children's broken toy, and the note left behind as indication of your whereabouts. Endless questions raced in his mind as he took off running towards the place where his family supposedly was. Were you and the children hurt? Were you alive? What would he find when he got there? Would it just be a trade-off? Him for you and the children? Or would he come too late to save you all? Would he find his family, all those he loves in the world, too far gone to save?

'Gods, no... please, no,' Vash thought to himself on repeat, pleading and begging any deity that existed that he hadn't lost his family the moment his peacekeeping nature made him interfere with the bandits. 'Let them be safe. I'll never ask for anything ever again. Let them all be safe. (Y/N)... Nicholas... Rem...'

Your faces swirled in Vash's mind, all three of you smiling, laughing with not a single care in the world, just as you had this morning, the same morning that felt like it was a different lifetime now. You... his life partner, his best friend, his spouse, his soulmate and better half. Nicholas and Rem, the proof of your and Vash's love, half of him and half of you embodied, his babies that he loved more than life itself and would sacrifice anything for. All three of you... his reasons for still living.

As Vash approached the abandoned school building, he could see figures coming out of it. He could make out Rem and Nicholas, tied up and hoisted over a bandit's shoulders as he carried them outside before laying them down in the hot sand. Shortly afterwards, another figure appeared, dragging a final figure behind it mercilessly. It was you, also bound, and from what Vash could see at this distance, you were bleeding.

A spike of white-hot rage went through Vash. How dare they hurt you? You hadn't done anything wrong. He was the reason to blame, not you. He should be the one being injured for his daring to interfere, not you. Thankfully, from what Vash could see, neither one of the children were hurt, and from what he could make out, you were saying something to them, smiling at them in a way that made his heart twist violently in his chest - you were comforting them. Vash's love and respect for you, although already endless and infinite, reached a new high as he witnessed you speaking and trying to reassure your children, even though you were hurt and undoubtedly in pain.

The bandits caught sight of Vash and looked over at him, all of them focused on him as he approached. He watched as you followed the bandits' gazes, and when your eyes landed on him, he saw them widen in recognition. Then, Rem and Nicholas looked over and saw him, and they began to squirm again and let out desperate, muffled screams. The sound of his children screaming for him through their gags made Vash feel like somebody had reached into his chest and torn out his heart and crushed it in a vice.

"Quiet, you brats!" One of the bandits shouted, and Vash watched as Rem and Nicholas both flinched at the shout and stopped thrashing, their eyes wide in terror.

"Don't you yell at my children!" You shouted in turn at the bandit, anger blazing in your eyes. Vash would've smirked at your feistiness had he not been terrified for your and the children's safety. The bandit in question seemed to be taken by surprise when you yelled at him, but the bandit leader just let out a bellowing laugh as Vash got close enough to become a concern.

"Glad to see you got my note, Mr. Saverem!" The bandit leader taunted, smiling coldly at Vash before sweeping his arm out dramatically, "As you can see, I think your luck has begun to run out."

Vash felt his heart racing in his chest as the bandit spoke, but he fought to maintain a façade of complete and utter calm, so neither you nor the children would be able to tell just how scared he was for all of you. He had a few ideas of how this could play out, and most of them were ugly, to say the least. His only goal was to protect you and Nicholas and Rem, regardless of the cost, and to get you all out of this situation as unscathed as possible.

"What do you want?" Vash asked bluntly, keeping his eyes on the bandit leader and keeping tabs on the others in his periphery. He continued to approach slowly until the bandit leader suddenly un-holstered his pistol and pointed it at him, the cold smile on the bandit leader's face only widening.

"That's close enough."

Vash, however, didn't listen, focused only on getting as close as possible to you, Rem and Nicholas, so that when things went down, he could quickly get over to you and get you out of danger. It wasn't until the bandit leader quickly pointed his pistol down at your head that Vash froze in his tracks. He could see the other bandits pulling out their pistols before pointing them down at Rem and Nicholas, causing the children to scream hysterically through their gags as they began to thrash crazily, the scene and sounds shredding Vash's heart in his chest. He bit his lip so hard that he could taste blood, refusing to give in to the stinging of his eyes, not letting the bandits realize they were pointing their pistols at the only things keeping him alive. It was tantamount to having a pistol flush up against his chest, right over his heart, and preparing to pull the trigger.

"Stop, stop!" Vash exclaimed, putting his hands up in surrender. "Please, just don't hurt them! Your fight is with me, not them."

The bandit leader let out a maniacal laugh, and when Nicholas and Rem continued to scream and squirm, he glanced at the bandits near them and snapped, "Shut 'em up! Now!"

Vash couldn't help but watch as the bandits pressed their boots into Rem and Nicholas's backs, pinning them into the sand and keeping them from wriggling, pistols still pointed at their heads. This only terrified Rem and Nicholas more, causing them not only to scream, but now to cry hysterically too, tears of terror coursing down their cheeks as their little bodies were pinned down.

"Please, stop! They're innocent!" Vash pleaded, watching his babies screaming and crying helplessly in terror as the bandits pinned them down. He could hear you roaring at the bandits to get their feet off your babies, and he watched you manage to get to your knees in a rage, fighting to get to your children as you hurled every possible insult you could think of at the bandits. The rage and terror continued to grow in Vash's chest as he watched the bandits mistreat his family. The final thread keeping him calm began to fray with every second that passed. He could feel his façade beginning to slip, his true emotions, his rage, his hatred, his desire to hurt those threatening you and the children beginning to take over.

The final thread snapped the moment after the bandit leader's pistol fired and the bullet lodged itself into your back as you fought to get to your children.

The force of the bullet knocked you forward into the sand, and Vash could only watch, stunned into silence, as blood began pooling beneath you as you lay motionless in front of Nicholas and Rem, their horrified little faces stained with sprays of your blood.

"M-Mayfly?..."

Red. That's all Vash could see. The red of your blood, mixing into the sand beneath you. The rage and hatred boiling over within him, driving him to the point of breaking. You were hurt, possibly dead, in front of your children.

In front of his children.

Vash didn't even register the pain of his skin cracking and shifting to allow his beautiful, feathered yet misshapen wings to begin bursting forth all over from him. His back, his arms, his torso, wings burst through his skin, feathers growing and covering his wings and body. His fangs, while present before, became prominent now as he snarled at the bandits. The beautiful blue of his iris was taken over by an ethereal, inhuman white as nothing but pure, unaltered rage coursed through him. He could no longer feel sadness or fear, no longer masquerading as a human. Vash was now a calamity, the embodiment of fury itself, set on destroying whatever lay before it.

The pure terror on the bandits' faces as they witnessed Vash's true form did nothing but feed the flame of Vash's rage, of his hatred, as neither you nor his children had been spared from the terror inflicted upon you by the bandits.

"S-Stop! S-Stop, o-or... or we'll shoot them!"

The bandit leader's voice was no longer cold and confident, but rather shaky, weak and filled with fear. He made the grave mistake of cocking his pistol and pointing it directly at Rem's head, her little eyes filled with horrified tears and a scream of terror slipping through her gag.

With unmatchable speed, Vash was gripping the bandit leader's arm so hard that the man cried out and dropped the pistol instantly. However, Vash didn't stop there, tightening his grip until he felt a crack and the bandit howled in pain, struggling to free himself of Vash's crushing hold.

"You hurt my family. You hurt my wife. You terrorize my children, and now, you threaten to kill them before me. You threaten to take everything I treasure most in this world away from me. For that..." Vash's voice was scarily level, echoing across the dunes of sand and filled with nothing but sheer venom, his glowing white eyes remaining fixed on the bandit leader's face, "I'm going to make you pay."

The bandits hovering over Rem and Nicholas scrambled backwards as they attempted to flee, screaming and hollering in pure fear and panic, but Vash's wings had extended and managed to wrap around them, before throwing them with inhuman force towards the abandoned school building. The sound of the bandits making contact with the solid walls echoed, and they both fell motionless into the sand, leaving the others running for dear life while the bandit leader remained in Vash's hold.

"S-Spare me! Please, spare me! W-We'll never step foot i-in this town again! I swear! P-Please!"

The bandit leader begged and pleaded pathetically, tears going down his face as he continued trying to free his now-broken wrist from Vash's grasp. However, Vash didn't let go, instead tightening his grasp even more and making the bandit leader howl in agony and bringing his face very close to the leader's, his voice still scarily quiet and level but still retaining its otherworldly air.

"You think you deserve mercy after what you've done?"

Before the bandit leader could even begin to process Vash's words, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he dropped like a stone into the sand, going unconscious from a combination of pure terror and pain from Vash gripping his broken wrist, who had broken other bones, too, in his rage.

As the final threat went unconscious, Vash's gaze went to his family. He could see the twins, now freed of their bindings, kneeling by your side, shaking you with their tiny fists and screeching for you to wake up, tears pouring down their faces.

"MAMA! MAMA, WAKE UP! MAMA, PLEASE! MAMA!"

Both Rem and Nicholas's voices, begging you to wake up, broke Vash's heart. Thankfully, in this form, he could sense your heart still beating in your chest - you were luckily still alive. You were not yet lost to him or to your children. The bullet had missed anything vital, but you were still bleeding and needed help as soon as you could get it.

However, as Vash took a step towards your motionless form, the twins looked at him with pure horror in their eyes. Vash's heart plummeted as Rem and Nicholas clutched each other and began to scream at the top of their lungs, clearly terrified by Vash's form.

"Nicholas... Rem... my loves, it's me," Vash spoke softly, trying to seem less threatening, lowering his wings and approaching them slowly, "It's Papa. I'm your Papa."

But the moment he reached his hand and wings out towards you, Nicholas ran forward and placed his tiny body in front of yours, his arms outstretched as he looked up at Vash almost defiantly. His beautiful blue eyes, a mirror of Vash's own in human form, were still filled with fear and tears continued to slip down his cheeks, but his little voice was determined.

"No! Don't touch Mama! You'll hurt her! Go away!"

Rem bravely stood beside her twin, her own face filled with terror and fear as she looked at Vash in this form, but she stood her ground, protecting her mother and echoing her brother.

"Go away! Don't touch our Mama!"

Vash kneeled down before them so that he was eye-level with them, before closing his eyes and lowering his head, taking deep breaths as he tried frantically to calm himself enough to revert back to his human form. Slowly, his wings retracted and his feathers began to molt, his blue irises reappearing as he calmed down, allowing himself to let go of the fury and the hatred that had been coursing through him; the fury and the hatred that had died the moment he saw his children's terror directed at him.

Eventually, Vash was back to normal, and when he opened his eyes, it broke his heart to see that his children were still looking at him warily, clearly unsure if they trusted him despite recognizing him now as their father.

"My babies... my loves, it's me," Vash tried again, his voice gently pleading as his heart twisted in his chest painfully. "I'm sorry I scared you both. I'm not gonna hurt Mama, I promise. I'd never hurt Mama. But Mama needs help right now. We need to go."

Nicholas and Rem stood their ground, looking uncertainly at Vash before nodding and turning towards where you lay on the sand. Vash stood slowly and stepped forward to embrace the twins, but as he hugged them to him, the horrified shriek they each let out and the way they struggled to escape his grip broke Vash's heart in a million pieces then and there.

'What have I done?' Vash thought to himself as he let go of Nicholas and Rem immediately, seeing how his own children stumbled in an attempt to get away from him, scared of their own father. He hadn't accounted for the fact that snapping would've terrified his children to the point where they no longer felt safe around him. Letting them see him like that terrified them worse than anything else had that day. A soft sniffle escaped Vash as his emotions finally overwhelmed him, and tears welled up in his eyes as he moved towards you, scooping you up into his arms gently. Your head rested limply against Vash's shoulder, and seeing the blood staining your skin only worsened his heartbreak. He pressed his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut as a sob escaped from Vash's lips, his tears falling onto your cheeks.

How did this happen?

"Rem... Nicholas, come on. Please, my loves," Vash said softly, not even trying to hide his tears anymore as he looked at his children. "We need to go to the doctor right now. Mama needs help."

Nicholas and Rem stood away from him, but seeing how he held you in his arms, and watching as Vash began to cry holding you, the twins' fear seemed to lessen and they nodded, slowly following Vash at a distance as he took you to the doctor in town.

Immediately, the doctor jumped into action, his old eyes wide behind his glasses as he saw the bullet wound in your back and the scratches and cuts all over your limbs. Two of the nurses looked after Rem and Nicholas, examining them and wiping the blood and sand off their face and giving them lollipops for their cooperation while the rest of the team looked after you.

Vash, however, isolated himself in the tiny waiting room of the clinic, resting his head in his hands as he covered his face, his whole body shaking. Guilt, sadness, helplessness, heartbreak, fear, self-hatred, all of these emotions swirled within him as he fought to stay in one piece. Snippets of what had occurred replayed in his mind in an endless loop; the twins being pinned down, their desperate cries and tears of terror, you fighting to get to them and getting shot in front of them, the horror in the twins' faces as they watched Vash take out the bandits in his Plant form, the screams they let out when Vash tried to hug them, them protecting you from him...

"Mr. Saverem?"

Vash's head shot up as the doctor looked at him, his expression understanding and kind. He walked over and sat in the rickety chair next to Vash's, sighing heavily.

"(Y/N)'s fine. She's recovering now. Managed to get the bullet out no problem and stitch her up. But she'll need some tender, loving care for a couple weeks as she recovers. No lifting, no twisting, nothing that could pop a stitch or reopen the wound."

Vash nodded, letting out a breath of relief as the doctor announced that you would be fine. He ran a hand through his long, messy blonde hair, and replied shakily, "Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it. Thank you for looking after her and my children."

The doctor nodded before frowning, "I believe I owe you an apology, Mr. Saverem. This incident was because I revealed your name to the bandit after you saved me from their beating me. I'm so sorry, Mr. Saverem."

"This isn't your fault, doc," Vash replied immediately, looking at the old man with a guilty expression, "It's mine. I couldn't even protect my own family."

"But you did, son," The doctor said, looking back at Vash with a kind smile, "You protected them. They're still here because of you. At least, that's what the twins have been saying. Although they still seem pretty shaken themselves, the poor little ones."

Vash bit down on his already-injured lip once more, fighting hard against the stinging behind his eyes again as the doctor brought up Rem and Nicholas being shaken. Their screams of fear echoed in Vash's ears, and a choked, strangled sobbing sound escaped from him against his will. The doctor placed his hand on Vash's back, rubbing it comfortingly as Vash finally began to fall to pieces.

Soft sobs escaped from Vash as he covered his face with his hands, his tears going down his real and prosthetic arms, his whole body shaking with every sob as his heartbreak overwhelmed him at last. The doctor stayed with him as he cried, not saying anything but just rubbing his back and offering what comfort he could. After a few minutes, Vash tried his best to pull himself back together and get his emotions under control, wiping his face and sniffling as he struggled to calm down.

"It's alright, son," The doctor spoke softly, his tone gentle and understanding, "You and your family have survived a terrifying ordeal. I'd be worried if you weren't upset."

The doctor stood slowly from his rickety chair, before disappearing back into the clinic for a few minutes. Then, when the doctor returned, there was a smile on his face.

"Your wife is awake. She's asking for you."

Vash's heart jolted in his chest as he shot to his feet, immediately following the doctor back to the room where you were laying, recuperating from being patched up. As he stepped foot into your room, you sat up in your bed and your eyes widened at the sight of your husband, his eyes red and puffy from his tears, the tear tracks still evident on his cheeks. You reached out towards him, wanting him to come to you so you could comfort him, hold him, reassure him that everything was okay.

Vash immediately walked over to you, his steps large as he urgently made his way to your side. He hugged you tightly, his body pressing against your own as he held you close. You could feel him shaking, and you squeezed him tightly to you as best you could without agitating your wound.

"Vash... oh, Vash, I'm so sorry," You mumbled immediately, hugging your husband with every ounce of strength you had in your body. "I couldn't protect them. Rem... Nicholas... I failed to keep them safe. They kidnapped us and knocked me out, and-"

"It's not your fault, Mayfly," Vash cut you off, his tears beginning to course down his cheeks once again as he saw how much you blamed yourself for this, "It's mine. I'm so sorry, (Y/N). It's all my fault. I stepped in when the-the bandits, they were attacking the doctor, and... and... they saw the picture I had of you and the twins. They went after you because of me. I'm so, so sorry. You got hurt because I couldn't protect you. Because I was reckless and stupid. Forgive me, (Y/N). Please... forgive me. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry."

You felt your heart breaking in your chest as Vash wept and begged for your forgiveness, and all you could do was tug him until he was curled up in your hospital bed next to you, sobbing into you as you held him close. You ran your fingers through his hair to soothe him, just as you had done over the years you had known him, pressing gentle kisses to Vash's face in an attempt to comfort him.

"I forgave you long before you could ever do anything needing forgiveness, Vash," You whispered to him, kissing his cheek tenderly as you held him close, "You don't need my forgiveness for this. You protected us."

"I... I lost control, (Y/N)," Vash admitted through his tears, sobbing into your skin as he does so, "I... I changed. I changed into... into..."

Vash was unable to continue, weeping harder than before as his memories replayed of those moments, of everything that happened when he was in his Plant form. However, in seeing his distress, you managed to put the pieces together as to what had happened.

"Your Plant form?" You finished for him, your tone gentle as your husband sobbed in your arms, inconsolable; all Vash could do was nod against you, his tears only worsening.

You couldn't understand why Vash was so distraught by the fact that he had changed into his Plant form, especially given that your entire family was safe. He had managed to protect you all.

As if reading your mind, Vash sobbed out, "T-They saw, (Y/N). Rem and Nick... they saw. I terrified them, (Y/N). They screamed when I tried to hug them afterwards, they-they fought to escape me. They wouldn't let me near you. They... they thought I'd hurt you. They're terrified of me."

The heartbreak, so evident in Vash's words and on his face, was enough to make you tear up. You knew that he loved Rem and Nicholas more than life itself, and that he would give absolutely anything for them. So to have them be afraid of Vash, afraid to let him hug them or be near them, to see him as a threat? Your heart ached for him worse than ever before.

"Oh, Vash..." You whispered softly, tears welling in your eyes as you held him close, just letting him clutch onto you and take comfort from you however he needed. "I'm so sorry, my love. But... I'm sure they're not terrified. You frightened them, yes, but give them time. Today... was a very difficult and scary day for them. They went through a lot, even if they weren't physically injured. Seeing you like that on top of everything else... must've just been the tipping point. Give them time, my love. They're in shock. They need time."

As you spoke to Vash, continuing your loving stroking of his hair, he began to slowly calm down, his sobs becoming little more than hiccups and sniffles as his head rested on your chest. You had never seen Vash so distraught before, and it both warmed and broke your heart to see just how much you and Rem and Nicholas meant to him. It was undoubtable - you three were everything to him. Eventually, Vash's exhaustion got the better of him, and you watched as his eyes, those beautiful, expressive eyes you loved so much, fluttered shut, and listened to his breathing evening out as he fell into slumber in your arms.

You studied your husband's face as he slept in your arms, taking in every single detail you possibly could. His face was still youthful, almost as youthful as when you had first met him, and his chin and jaw was covered in the stubble you had grown to love on him. You gently traced over each of his features with the tip of his finger, over his eyebrows, his eyes, swollen from all his tears, his nose, his tear-stained cheeks, his lips, his jawline, you were committing him to memory.

"Mama!"

A small cry came from the doorway, and as you looked up, you saw Rem and Nicholas standing there, both looking ruffled and shaken but otherwise unharmed. Your heart ached as you saw the look on your children's faces as they looked at Vash; their expressions were unsure, cautious, even slightly afraid. Both Rem and Nicholas shifted anxiously from foot to foot, as if deciding whether they were going to be brave enough to approach you while Vash slept in your arms.

You decided to press a gentle kiss to Vash's forehead before brushing a strand of blonde hair out of his face, and then looking back at your children, who were watching you carefully. When they saw that Vash wasn't a threat and that you weren't afraid of him, they approached your hospital bed slowly.

"Come here, my loves," You patted the bed next to you on the side opposite Vash, and to your surprise, Rem jumped up without hesitation. Nicholas, however, seemed more reluctant at first, until his sister jumped up. Then, he followed suit.

You pulled both of your children into a tight hug, feeling their little arms wrap around you as they snuggled in against you right next to Vash. You could see Rem and Nicholas studying Vash's sleeping form carefully, as if trying to make sense of what they were looking at.

"I know Papa became different today," You spoke softly to them, gazing at Rem and Nicholas as you spoke, "But he loves you both so, so much. You see, Papa is special. He has special powers that let him protect us, just like he did today. When he needs to protect us, he grows wings, so he can pull us into a big hug and hold us close."

You paused, before pulling your children into a big hug to drive your point home. Rem and Nicholas were both watching you with wide, curious eyes, taking in your every word. You took their little hands in yours and slowly had them trace over Vash's face, much the way you had done before they came in, as well as down his arms and to his hands. As they traced over their father's skin, you taught them about Vash's Plant form as best you could, telling them as much as you knew about it and what it meant. By the end of it, Rem and Nicholas looked amazed, and they gazed down at their father as he slept next to them.

"When he wakes up, Papa needs a big, big hug from all of us. Do you think you can give him that?" You asked gently, looking at your children.

Nicholas simply nodded, but Rem shifted on the bed and got closer to Vash as he slept, looking down at her father. She leaned down and pressed a little kiss to Vash's cheek.

"I love you, Papa. Thank you for saving us."

Her gentle whisper and the way her small hand rested on Vash's stubbled jaw made you want to cry, and you heard Nicholas mumble softly, "Thank you, Papa. I love you."

For the first time since your kidnapping, even if just for a split second, you knew that things would be okay. There was still a long recovery ahead of you, and your children would likely need some time to work through everything they had been through, but you would work through it together, as a family. Eventually, Rem and Nicholas fell asleep on your bed, too, tucked safely and happily in between yourself and Vash, curled up in a position identical to Vash's. You couldn't help but laugh a little to yourself as you gazed at the twins and your husband. Three of a kind.

"Mrs. Saverem? There was a letter addressed to you that was dropped off by the postmaster."

One of the nurses stuck her head into your room, and you nodded your head, allowing her to hand you the letter. On the envelope, you could see your name written out in familiar handwriting - one you hadn't seen in a few months and one whose owner you knew very well.

Wolfwood.

You quickly tore open the envelope and began to read its contents. You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you took in the words on the page.

"Knives is alive. He's out to destroy humanity. We need Vash."

[ao3feed-narlie]

With a Gentle Touch

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4QCPwyL by vheartcn (vanssjj) Charlie is in his first year of university and lives with Nick, Christian, Otis and Sai. After a few sleepless nights, Nick, his crush and roommate, confesses to Charlie that he has trouble sleeping and receiving light back scratches help him fall asleep. What happens when, concerned for Nick, Charlie offers to help? Or: five times Charlie rubs Nick’s back to make him fall asleep and one time Nick reciprocates. With a bonus point of view from Otis and Sai in each chapter. *All written: posting one chapter a day until it’s finished* Words: 3735, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (Webcomic), Heartstopper (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Sai Verma, Otis Smith | Omar, Christian McBride (Heartstopper), Tao Xu, Elle Argent, Isaac Henderson (Heartstopper) Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, POV Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Gay Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Getting Together, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pining, Fluff and Humor, Sai and Otis are menaces, Christian is clueless, Late Night Conversations, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Bisexual Disaster Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, POV Otis and Sai, Idiots in Love, Light Angst, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddling & Snuggling, and they were ROOMMATES, Roommates, Gay Panic, Explicit Sexual Content read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4QCPwyL

[kanasthings]

Band-aids - Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Summary: He was never very good at vocalizing his needs, especially when it came to anything of the intimate kind. He'd much rather beat around the bush or simply never ask at all. Thankfully, he has you. And you're always happy to humor him. Content: Fluff. Angst if you squint? GN!Reader. Possible spoilers for Trigun, so don't read if you don't wanna risk it. Poor man is whipped in this one. Word Count: 1,400 Kana's Notes: So, this is the very first time I've ever posted any of my writing on this site. Ever. And I'm too lazy to make a separate account for it, so here ya go. I hope y'all enjoy! I always have so much fun writing for this sad, wet cat of a man. This was also written under about an hour, so if the flow is kinda fast, that's why.

"Come sit. I’ll be back.” 

Nicholas, for once, was at a loss for words on what to say. Usually, he’d have a snarky remark to toss around or some kind of silly little joke to chip away at the tension within his body. It helped to distract him from the real feelings that wanted to rise to the surface whenever you did this for him. This time, all he could do was nod as he did as told, sitting down on your bed to wait patiently for you to come back. 

When you return with some alcohol wipes and a box of band-aids, you find Nicholas staring out the window, watching the setting sun cast a golden glow against the stained walls that enclosed you both within this quiet moment. You come to sit beside him, dark eyes gazing in your direction. You smile. 

“What happened this time?” 

You reach out and gently take his larger hands in yours, your thumbs rubbing purposeful lines against the valleys of his knuckles. Your eyes look down to begin inspecting the damage, finding at least one or two little cuts against each finger, some roughly crossing against the lines of his palms, others scratched against the calluses of his fingertips. Small, fleshy cuts and scratches that definitely weren’t there yesterday. 

Nicholas turns his gaze towards the covers of your bed. The waring tension he felt was a feeling he deeply hated, but could never outrun. 

“S’clumsy. Thas’all.” 

His words were as soft as the breath that leaves his lungs as he hears you chuckle at his horrible excuse. You knew. This was the third time in the last three weeks that he’s come with scratches on his fingers. They were deliberate. Intentional. His roundabout way to ask for your affection once more. 

He knew you knew. He just didn’t know how to bring it up. 

All you give is a hum and a nod, taking his answer before ripping open one of the alcohol wipes to begin cleaning the small cuts. 

Like every other time, your touch was gentle. You handled him with the sort of care someone would give to one who was worthy of such a thing. As you gently swiped the white pad over the rough lines of his dark skin, Nicholas recognized that sense of quiet intimacy that he was never familiar with until he had met you. Maybe if he pushed himself to think back far enough to those fleeting, faded memories of his childhood, he could grasp at some semblance of what this was. Before he ever had a gun and an impossible responsibility shoved right into his hands. The very hands you were now tenderly wrapping with band-aids. 

His dark eyes finally peer over to look at your work, and he feels a lump form in his throat as he watches you rub soothing circles into his rough palms. His chest tightens, and he brings his attention elsewhere just as quickly. 

Nicholas was fighting for his life to keep himself together whilst you gave him tenderness that he felt less than deserving to be on the receiving end of. His jaw is tightened, and he’d hold his breath with the useless hope that would stop the tears that threatened to form. 

He mentally curses himself when he feels his hands begin to shake within your hold. 

You respond by squeezing them, your fingers delicately tracing the lines of his veins that pushed against his wrists before bringing his hands up, and pressing the bandaged pads of his fingertips against your lips. 

Nicholas’ breath hitches in his throat, and he keeps his eyes fixed down. 

He couldn’t take it. This was too much.  

“Y’don’t gotta do alla that…” He croaks. God, he sounded pathetic.

“I know.” 

His eyes snap up to look at you, and he swears that he caught the guise of a halo glowing around the crown of your head as the sunlight peaks through the window. 

“Then why do ya keep doin this for me? Why do ya keep goin through the trouble?...” 

The words stumble over his tongue before he even realized what he was saying. Regret flashes across his face. You could see it race through his mind just by gazing at his eyes. 

He wanted to run. To pull his hands away from yours and put a stop to this little game he created to drag himself out of the cold, thick mud of his life. To ruin this fragile, painfully wonderful good. For reasons he couldn’t fathom, he felt fear rise within his chest as he awaited your answer. 

You simply smile for him, pressing small kisses to the inside of his palms before peeking up at him once more. 

“Because I love you,” you utter against his skin. “Isn’t that reason enough?” 

Incredulous, Nicholas forces out a huff of laughter and shakes his head, letting it gently fall forwards with heat washing over him in benign but firm waves. You bring yourself closer to him, kissing at the muscle of his palm before slowly trailing up his wrist. 

The image of his skin staining yours with blood crashes against the looming walls of his mind, cracking his fortress. It’s enough to send him reeling. 

“Purity is something that was made to shame you.” 

You breathe out. Confident. Forever infallible.  

His dark brows press together. He bows his head low, and the waves become stronger. 

Please don’t. Don’t say anything else. He was hanging on by a thread and if you uttered one more word, gave him one more reason to be as greedy as he was now, he’d fall apart at the seams. You’d witness how pitiful and alone he was, see how dirty and broken and scared he truly felt. Wretched to his core. 

“You don’t need to be pure to be good, Nico.” 

You let go of his hands, and the thought that you finally made the good decision to leave him crossed his mind for a split second. He instead feels your hands cup his cheeks and wipe at the tears that had come spilling over his lashes. 

Now, Nicholas is gently guided to look up to you. He stares into your eyes and tries to keep himself afloat. He fails, miserably. But how could he not? You, in everything that made you, were the Creator of a universe that Nicholas had given up in finding the key for long, long ago. For years, he watched as others were given the chance to intimately know and study this very thing that bound this world together. He’d witness them all fall and sink down with such peace; such wondrous expressions of awe as they come to be made new by this. It filled him with such a horrible ugliness that slowly coursed through his blood like a poison.

Nicholas made peace with knowing that he would never be able to grab hold of this miracle.

And then you found him. 

How could you blame him for failing to breach the surface when you, in your goodness, allowed him to know what this was? To know you? 

He bows his head lower, his forehead now brushing against your lap. How pathetic it was for him to cower away from a lie he knew his heart wouldn’t survive from. 

 You smile, and bring him into your arms. 

He sinks into your lap as your hands—ever forgiving and filled with reverence—tangle themselves within dark locks. They smooth over the muscles of his back, cascading over the hills and valleys of his shoulders and gently caress the back of his neck.  

“Sorry-” He chokes on his tongue as his hands find purchase at your sides. His fingers twitched back. You press your hands over his and guide them to rest at your hips. “Don’t know why I-” 

“Don’t say sorry.” Your voice cuts through whatever he was about to say as you return your hands to play with his hair. “Take up all the space you want.” 

In that moment, Nicholas did his best to ignore that foreboding feeling that he was running out of time. It had always been something that grabbed and gnawed at his ankles. He was a dead man walking, and he knew that very well. It was always at the back of his mind. But for once, he lets that thought slip past. He lets it go, and focuses on everything that encompassed you as that cruel God was forced to bear witness to a heaven He could only create within His dreams. 

“I’ll be with you. I’ll always patch you up through it all.”

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! Could a get scenario of vash and Wolfwood(separate) comforting their 21st century time traveler friend that got stuck on noman land somehow and she’s crying cause the battery to her phone is dying and that means she can’t listen to her music or look at the photos of her friends and family plz?

Characters: Vash & Nicholas x Female reader

Synopsis: The reader from the twenty-first century is stuck in normal land, crying, because her phone battery is dead; she can't listen to music or look at photos of her friends and family. 

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst , fluff.

Notes: This is my very first request thank you for requesting I hope you like it .ヾ(*∇*)ﾉ

Vash "the humanoid Typhoon"

Sitting on the cold ground, looking at a phone that was at 1%, and then looking up at the sky, with the sun slowly setting, the air getting colder and colder with it, and the breeze blowing against your face, a chill runs down your spine.

Crossing your arms to keep your hands warm and looking around and seeing everyone getting ready to go home to their families, you feel lonely and lonely, wanting to hear your mother complain about how you don't do chores but stay in the room all the time.

You feel your eyes swell up, and warm tears drip down your cheeks. You wanted to go home badly, but now she is stranded in some town you've never heard of.

Looking around again, I saw that people were leaving, and soon there would be none left in the town. The people would leave, and you would have no one. You sigh, wiping away the water from your eyes as the wind blows harder, causing you to shiver.

looking at your phone for the last time, but it had already died and there was nothing to charge it with.

Sitting in the cold, you hear someone sit beside you. Turning your head to the side, you see a blonde in orange shades with a plaid jacket smiling back at you.

His clothes look way different than yours.

"Hey, are you alright!?" He blurted it out while attempting to console you.

"No, my phone died, and I don't know where I am!" You mumbled sadly. He looked confused at your answer but continued his attempts to make you feel better.

"Well, I'll try my best to help." "Could I see your phone?" The blonde with glasses smiled while holding his hand so you could give him your phone. You handed him the device hesitantly, and as he took it, he looked at it puzzledly, as if he'd never seen it before.

"I'm really sorry i couldn't help I'm sure what to do." he gulped

"At the very least, you tried," you say.

"Where are you from?" "Your clothes are different than most people's," he pounded

"I could say the same about you, but I didn't catch your name," you inquired.

"Vash the Stampede!" Vash answers.

"(Name), but Vash the Stampede has a pretty weird name to have," you bleated.

"Really, is it?" Vash gasped while scratching the back of his head, "I'm from (place name)."

"Never heard of it."

"Really?" you exclaim.

"(Name), what is your phone even for?" Vash asks, "I wish I could listen to music or look at photos; even more, I wish I could listen to music or see my family." you sniffled. "Don't cry; I'll help you get home," Vash said with a smile.

"I promise"

Nicholas D. Wolfwood "The Punisher"

You were sitting on metal stairs, and you felt so hopeless not knowing where you were that you just wanted to go back home to see your family and friends and listen to music.

Your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you tried to wipe them away, but they just kept falling. At the same time, your hands felt numb and cold. The air could cause your cheeks to freeze.

You didn’t want to die, and dying in a place like this was the last thing you wanted.

While you zoned out, someone sat beside you.

You slowly turned your head when you noticed a man dressed entirely in black and wearing black sunglasses at night. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a huge cross by his side.

"Why are they so upset?"The man asked you

"Um, what?" you hesitated 

"Why are you crying?" he huffed.

"Well, as strange as it may sound, I want to go home and see my family and listen to music again, but my phone died, and everything feels surreal to me." you sobbed 

The man just listened to you quietly while puffing smoke from the cigarette before taking his finger and wiping the tears away and silently comforting you.

You're a bit happy that he didn't call you insane and just leave.

"Thank you," you muttered.

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[syncopein3d]

Left Alone 5: Bearing Gifts

Tropes/content warnings: M for mature themes overall. vampire whumpee, male whumpee, non-binary caretaker, general morbidity. There will be a lot of play with, and discussion of, the concept of consent in this series, as it applies to many topics. There's gonna be some angst, too. Vampire biting can be painful, platonic, or NSFW and I'm not sure what direction that will take, but Tolly will definitely continue to struggle with the urge to sex-murder Arden, as vampires often do, and Arden will probably continue being depressed enough to be unhelpful with that.

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Part 4: Smallest Consolation

Tolly sat on the rug to look at the dark lantern for a while, chin on his hand. In his mind, he ran back over everything again and again, every tiniest thing he had seen of Arden, every smallest exchange. In spite of what he’d said, he was quite certain they would be back. Someone who would try to reach out to him in the state he was in, who could pity grief in the thing that he was, would not abandon him to waste away in this hole in the ground.

He hadn’t asked if they were alone here. The answer was obvious. There had been no footsteps overhead, no voice raised. There weren’t a lot of places in a town this size for Arden to find other people who would have any idea what they were about beyond “this is a man who looks wrong.”

Oh, he ached to taste them, he hurt in every dried shred of his body. They would perish so beautifully. But now he had to protect them from both his own appetite and their own folly, because if they died, they could never get the Eye of Rule and get him out of here. And then, and then… Well, he’d have to see what it took to persuade it off their finger.

What would Nicholas have done with the ring? He would have wanted his heir to have it, but if his death had been an accident, it could be anywhere. It could be in the hands of some morgue attendant somewhere, and Black Tolly would be stuck here forever in spite of any intention of Arden’s. He couldn’t consider that possibility, not at all. He had to hope. If Arden had already sold it, at least there was a chance they could buy it back.

He watched the basement around the lantern, trying to clear his mind by counting the scratches on the concrete again. Then he wept for a little while, his dry and unbreathing sobs just twitches of his chest and shoulders. He still was torn on whether he should grieve for Nicholas, but he grieved all the same. It wasn’t only that he hadn’t ever drunk from him. It was that he was the last person Tolly had known, and for a long time the only person he had seen. They had often talked. They had known as much of each other as some people would know of their spouses, shared confidences in the knowledge that they would never leave this room.

Tolly wasn’t sure how much of that had been true on Nicholas’s side, of course, if he’d really had that many lovers come and go. He’d never been stupid enough to bring one downstairs. But Tolly had told him things that were true even when he was not compelled, by the end. He would have told him anything he wanted, anything at all to keep him a little longer. It had been pathetic, but now he couldn’t say he regretted it. If he had not done all he could to stretch out those moments, he would have less of Nicholas with him forever, less of him imprinted in unfading memory.

I hate you. I love you. You left me.

He couldn’t let himself repeat that. He looked around for some distraction, and decided to commit the extravagance of reading all of the labels he could see.

There were a lot of labels, and some of them were harder to make out than others owing to dust and being partly turned away from him. He managed to stretch this exercise out until nearly dawn. It was a relief to creep back to his rug and compose himself to his rest in the orderly and ordinary way. He knew he would dream.

He dreamed of Nicholas. They were talking, Nicholas sitting in the chair at the table as his face slowly grew younger, Tolly standing against the wall in the corner with his hands in his pockets as if he didn’t care that he was a prisoner here.

“Where’s the ring?” he asked eventually. “You hid it, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did, Bard. Did I never tell you who hunts those who see the Outside? Surely you must, in all your travels, have met with them.”

“I’ve kept as clear of witchcraft as I could, Nicholas,” Black Tolly said. “For fear of exactly what has happened, or worse. Where is it?”

“That’s not for you to know, darling. Only for whoever comes after me. No one of sound mind would trust you with the Eye of Rule.”

“Well, I can’t say you’re wrong,” he said dryly. Nicholas’s answering laughter rang after him into wakefulness for just a moment. He lay on his back, silent, and for a few moments he wept again. But he could not indulge this for long. He stood up and paced back and forth for a moment on the stone outside of his rug, listening. Footsteps moved above him, faint and distant. He was grateful that his heart did not beat, or the noise in his ears would have drowned everything else.

He stiffened as he heard the door open. For a second, he simply couldn’t move, terrified that it would close again and Arden would not come down and he would be alone. Then, after an eternity of slices of a second, footsteps started to descend and the spell was broken. Tolly moved a polite distance back from the door, one heel touching his rug, forcing himself not to cling to the walls or the chair like some crawling animal.

Arden was carrying a plastic bin that looked almost as big as Arden to Tolly’s curious eye. Arden wasn’t tiny. He would guess they were five feet and eight or nine inches in actual height, if they ever stood up all the way straight (something he had not yet seen them do). But in a tee shirt their arms looked thinner than they should, veins standing out in their forearms without much muscle or fat under them. Tonight’s shirt was black with some kind of eye-searing white band logo on it that he didn’t recognize, a skull pierced by a pair of scissors.

They plonked the bin down in front of the cell, exhaling hard. A quick glance found Tolly and looked away again.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Arden said. “You look creepy when you sleep. That’s, I’m sorry, that’s rude.” They looked at him and away again, clearing their throat. “I brought your pig’s blood, and, uh.”

Tolly waited, every fiber of his being concentrated on the container beside them.

“Thank you,” Tolly said. Arden cleared their throat again at Tolly’s intent, unblinking stare. “Right. First things first.” Arden unloaded a plastic lantern that gave forth a bright, diffuse light at a touch, lighting up nearly the entire basement with a warm glow. They pulled an old ruler out of the bin and nudged the lantern across the threshold. “I need this to see, but you can also keep it for. I don’t know. If you get tired of it being dark.” They shot him an embarrassed look. Tully extended a talon and carefully hooked the lantern within reach, almost caressingly running his fingers over the shade. He tore his eyes from the container that held his salvation with some difficulty.

Make it worth their while. Not just the money. The money isn’t what brought them back.

“Thank you,” he said. The emotion in his creaking voice was not feigned, but under other circumstances he might have made more effort to hide it. “I’ve been in the dark a long time.”

“I don’t know what’s normal for you, so I just brought one of the glasses from upstairs.” Tolly looked up as they nudged over a water glass that he had seen many times before, an old Cristal D’Arques leaded crystal thing with long ridges in the sides. Then came the plastic gallon jug of pig’s blood. Tolly snatched at it as if it weighed nothing, dragging it and the glass back to the farthest corner. There was nowhere in the room that he was actually hidden, but he crouched with his back to the door as he poured the cup full with a shaking hand and drained it. The taste of it was awful. It was claggy and congealing on the palate. But he felt precious blood, precious life, flowing back into himself. He felt his tongue and mouth grow moist again, the surfaces of his eyes slicker, and now he could see more clearly than before.

His stomach hurt, twisting inside him as the liquid hit. As much as he wanted to bolt all of the blood, in his present state he could not. He turned back with much more caution, ashamed of his reaction, wary of the other’s, and sat down against the wall far opposite Arden with jug and glass. Not one drop of red remained in the cup. He didn’t remember cleaning it all with his tongue, but he must have. Arden was paler, but they had not run away.

“Thank you, Arden,” he said. “I’m sorry if I frightened you.” He must have moved unnaturally fast. He knew that he still looked like the same shriveled corpse apart from his eyes. But the voice that spoke to them was different now, a liquid, expert tenor, able to travel from baritone to falsetto and back in an easy glissade if he wished. Now Black Tolly had an angel's voice in a devil's face.

Arden blinked rapidly at him. He watched them swallow, searching for words.

“Don’t thank me,” they said. “You paid me a hundred thousand dollars for around thirty-five dollars’ worth of pig’s blood. Do you want me to put that in the fridge for you with this other one?”

“I will finish this one, but I must go slowly. It’s been a long time,” Tolly said. “If you could put the other one away for later, I would appreciate it very much. Every drop brings me nearer to life.”

“I will. I, I’ve brought some other things,” Arden said, color rising to their face.

Not used to direct compliments. Doesn’t know how to deal with direct thanks. Other people have been difficult for our Arden over these twenty-eight years, Tolly thought. He poured himself a second glass and set it carefully on the stone floor beside him, away from his rug.

“I could return there, but then you would have to look at me,” Tolly said gently.

“I don’t mind,” Arden said. They were still looking at the floor.

Part 6: Regeneration

@fleur-a-whump

[markcampbells]

my Vashwood fics!

Hello hello, everyone! I've been a bit busy this week, but while @trigunfanfic appreciation week is still going on I wanted to put together a quick self-rec post of my Vashwood fics other than the one I've already written a post for. There's a little bit of everything--fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, ace for ace, and even my first go at writing T4T!

your pride like water in your lungs (drowns all the words it stole)

"Listen, you idiot." He holds up a hand to pre-empt any interruption from Vash. "You're embarrassed, I get that. Plain as day. S'pose there ain't no point in arguin' with ya there's no shame in it, so I won't. You're gonna fight tooth and nail on this but I'll say it anyway. Sit here with me for an hour and I'll distract ya, like ya wanted. Hour's up, we don't have to talk about it ever again. Pretend it never happened if you're so deadset on ignorin' it. Best of both worlds."

My proudest achievement thus far, featuring: Vash experiencing phantom limb pain and struggling to accept help, Wolfwood offering help and comfort unconditionally, and a whole lot of angst and pining. (Please mind the bittersweet ending tag!) Originally written for Ace Trigun Week and written from the perspective of ace for ace Vashwood.

haunts me faithfully from dusk 'til dawn

Vash keeps his eyes shut and doesn't answer. It makes no difference if he does or doesn't; he hears him, feels him, whether or not he acknowledges him. On a homestead far from everything, Vash lets himself imagine he isn't in bed alone.

featuring: post-TriMax heavy angst and hurt no comfort. Vash is Really Going Through It here. I would say it's my fault but really it's Nightow's. I just made it worse.

i used to live alone before i knew you

"Don't act so doe-eyed." The smoke that drifts his way makes him imagine Wolfwood flicking his wrist for emphasis. "Ev'ry so often ya put on like you're making eyes at some skirt that crosses your path, but your heart ain't in it. For anyone. Ever, near as I can tell. ... Not judgin' that, by the way; just the way some folks are wired. Point is, you've got no intention of jumping my bones or anyone's. I'd've left a bit of mystery if you did."

featuring: ace for ace and T4T Vashwood fluff/getting together! Originally written for Ace Trigun week, centered around casual nudity. Vash has insecurities about his lack of experience and Wolfwood is staunch and reassuring through it all.

as much, and somehow more

Vash's lips twitch downwards into a frown. "You scratching yourself bloody and throttling my plants with secondhand smoke somehow isn't my problem? Not to mention leaving the bed cold." "Spiky, look." Nicholas drags the hand of the arm Vash isn't tending to through his hair. He'll be awake for the next few hours; he may as well shower at some point. "Was feeling fucked up about heading back to the orphanage. Bein' paraded around like some kinda success story when we both know I'm anythin' but. Wasn't gonna put that on you if I could help it. Was hoping you'd still be asleep when I headed out. My bullshit ain't your responsibility."

featuring: modern AU emotional hurt/comfort, centered around Wolfwood coping with anxiety and Vash asking to stay by his side through it all. Good communication! And the mortifying ordeal of being loved, truly. This can also be read as ace for ace and is a sort of precursor to some other modern AU stuff I've got in the works.

That's all for now, folks! I'll be back tomorrow with a few more recs. This week has been so fun!

[yelenaslightchangeofplan]

Fic Title: I Am Not a Monster

Current Chapter Count: 63

Current Word Count: 176k

Last Update: September 23rd

Next Update: September 30th

Summary: What do a scrappy teen, a powerful being capable of spontaneous creation, and a 300-year-old witch have in common? They all need to heal from their pasts, they all need to figure out who they want to be now, and they all might just need each other.

Or: the one where Wanda and Agatha accidentally adopt America.

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness, Wanda Maximoff & America Chavez, America Chavez & Agatha Harkness, America Chavez/Kamala Khan, Agatha Harkness & Nicholas Scratch, Wanda Maximoff & Nicholas Scratch, America Chavez & Nicholas Scratch

Tags: Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Gay Witch Family, Bisexual Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Agatha Harkness

Chapter 1: Making It Up

Chapter 2: Pizza Balls at The Plaza

Chapter 3: People Like Us

Chapter 4: The Prodigal Witch Returns

Chapter 5: Ladies Who Lunch

Chapter 6: A Strange Visitor

Chapter 7: Magic Kindergarten

Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 9: Shut Down, Open Up

Chapter 10: Shadow Work

Chapter 11: The Sign

Chapter 12: Churros and Champagne

Chapter 13: Fatal Reaction

Chapter 14: Attached

Chapter 15: I'm Loving It

Chapter 16: The Raid

Chapter 17: Report Card

Chapter 18: (Pancake) Batter Up

Chapter 19: Surprise Times Two

Chapter 20: Dining, Drama, and Drives

Chapter 21: Braking Down

Chapter 22: Cat Out of the Bag

Chapter 23: Road Trip

Chapter 24: What's Innside

Chapter 25: Exploring

Chapter 26: The Clearing

Chapter 27: Sick Day

Chapter 28: Spoonful of Cocoa

Chapter 29: For Goodness Saké

Chapter 30: Confronting the Past

Chapter 31: If the Shoe Fits

Chapter 32: 'Til the Clock Strikes 12

Chapter 33: Let's Have a Quince

Chapter 34: No Time Like the Present

Chapter 35: A Spark in the Dark

Chapter 36: Rebel Girl

Chapter 37: Waffling Around

Chapter 38: Dyeing Inside

Chapter 39: Told You So

Chapter 40: The Talk

Chapter 41: Playing with Fire

Chapter 42: Pranks and Plans

Chapter 43: Meet the Parents

Chapter 44: The Proposal

Chapter 45: The Darkest Day

Chapter 46: Helium + Aluminium (HeAl)

Chapter 47: Welcome to New York

Chapter 48: The Past Is Yet to Come

Chapter 49: One Step Forward

Chapter 50: Consolation Prize

Chapter 51: Aftermath

Chapter 52: Love You a Brunch

Chapter 53: Nick

Chapter 54: Dancing on My Own

Chapter 55: Crying in My Prom Dress

Chapter 56: Clean

Chapter 57: Common Ground

Chapter 58: Growing Pains

Chapter 59: Burn, Baby, Burn

Chapter 60: Left Out

Chapter 61: Official

Chapter 62: Happy Accidents

Chapter 63: I Do

[slasherbvnnie]

Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist, please check below for character works. Some characters may have poly writings with others, so please mind for cross tags. Click the character of your choice below to see what i’ve written for them.

♡ fluff

☆ smut

✧ angst

✿ misc

Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Draco Malfoy

-George Weasley

       Two Can Play That Game  ♡

-Fred Weasley

        Two Can Play That Game  ♡

-Ron Weasley

-Neville Longbottom (best boy)

-Mattheo Riddle

         Cinnamon and Cigarettes  ♡ ✧ ☆

Heathers

-Jason Dean aka J.D.

        Marry a Fucking Lawyer

-Veronica Sawyer

Scream

-Billy Loomis

       Until We Found You   ♡ ☆ ✧

       Who’s Watching Billy  ♡ ☆ 

-Stu Macher

       Until We Found You  (Parts 1-9)♡ ☆ ✧

       Dirty Little Secret  (Parts 1 and 2)♡ ☆

       Blood Candy Hearts  ♡ ✧

       The Perfect Girl  ☆ ✧

-Ethan Landry

-Charlie Walker

Marvel

-Peter Parker

-Steve Rogers

-Namor

Stranger Things

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Billy Hargrove

-Vecna (uncrispy ver.)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

-Harvey Kinkle

-Nicholas Scratch

American Horror Stories

-Tate Langdon

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Edward Cullen

Random

-Brahams

-Kurt Kunkle

-Joe Goldberg

-Nate Jacobs

[alloftheimagines]

⤏ welcome! ⤌

MASTERLIST | TAG LIST | LYRIC PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

about me: i'm ray, 26, she/her. this blog is 18+. minors dni. my writing may contain triggering topics so please be sure to check the content warnings at the beginning of each fic before reading.

currently watching: grey's anatomy & the walking dead

𝄃 requests are closed 𝄂

find the themes/characters/shows/films I'd currently love to see requests for below the cut ⇣

⤷ ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, INJURY AND CHRONIC ILLNESS

⤷ PREGNANCY/SINGLE PARENT FICS

⤷ SHORTS/BLURBS

for when I don’t have time to write full fics

⤷ THE LAST OF US (TV OR GAME)

joel miller, tess servopoulos

⤷ THE WALKING DEAD (UP TO AND INCLUDING SEASON 8)

rick grimes, daryl dixon, glenn rhee, maggie greene, tara chambler, michonne hawthorne, jesus monroe

please try to avoid spoilers for later seasons — I will keep updating where I am as I go

⤷ YELLOWSTONE

kayce dutton, rip wheeler, beth dutton

⤷ THE BEAR

mikey berzatto, carmy berzatto, richie jerimovich, sydney adamu

⤷ STATION 19

jack gibson, maya bishop, vic hughes, robert sullivan, lucas ripley

⤷ GRISHAVERSE

kaz brekker, nikolai lantsov, matthias helvar, zoya nazyalensky, tamar kir-bataar, malyen oretsev, david kostyk, genya safin, inej ghafa, and nina zenik

⤷ STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson (incl. vampire!eddie), jim hopper, robin buckley, and steve harrington

⤷ MCU

bucky barnes, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, tony stark, yelena belova, kate bishop, tasm!peter parker (I’m putting him here because adult), steven grant, mark spectre

⤷ RICHARD MADDEN CHARACTERS

david budd, mason kane, and leo west

⤷ LOST

sawyer and jack

⤷ THE LOST BOYS

michael, david, and star

⤷ BTVS

spike, anya, and tara

⤷ PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby and michael grey

⤷ CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

andy barber, frank adler, and nick vaughan

⤷ TVD

enzo st. john , damon salvatore, bonnie bennett, caroline forbes, klaus mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall

⤷ TUA

diego hargreeves

⤷ TED LASSO

roy kent, jamie tartt, dani rojas, and sam obisanya

⤷ DOCTOR WHO

nine, ten, eleven, rose tyler, and clara oswald

⤷ THE HAUNTING

luke crain, theo crain, nell crain, jamie taylor, dani clayton, and peter quint

⤷ LUCIFER

lucifer morningstar and mazikeen

⤷ BRIDGERTON

anthony bridgerton

⤷ THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA

nicholas scratch and ambrose spellman

⤷ THE WITCHER

geralt of rivia, yennefer of vengerberg, jaskier

things i don't write ⇣

⤷ SMUT WITHOUT PLOT

i'm happy to write steamy scenes with plot

⤷ INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, RAPE, ETC.

⤷ NON-ROMANCE

e.g. where the characters are just related to reader

⤷ REAL PEOPLE OR MINORS

I only write fictional characters of 18+. not the celebrities who play them

⤷ I CAN WRITE TRIGGERING THEMES

e.g. mental illness, abuse, death etc. but please note i will do my best not to romanticise them

happy reading!

[megamindsupremacy]

Misc Marvel Fic Recs (Part 5)

Say you don’t know me (or recognize my face) by showmeahero

Daredevil is kind of dark and broody. He doesn't want anyone to know his real name, he never smiles, and he has kind of a loner attitude.

Matt Murdock, on the other hand, is completely unrecognizable to Jessica the first time she really sees him.

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I’ll build a house inside of you by magdaliny

Natalia is stacking blocks very carefully when the adults come into the room. None of them look at her, because they're all looking at her father. He's wearing combat gear, and the hair on the left side of his head is slicked back with blood. He smells like smoke and something unnameable, sweet and dark and a little sickly in her nose.

Father is saying, “Don't be ridiculous. The only thing children are good at is disobeying.”

-

Night nurse by whichry9

Danny's the one who sets up and funds the clinic, but Claire's the one who's there night in and night out, patching up those stupid superheroes.

-

Coming Home by longforgottenhymn

Fury doesn't missuse the pager - not in his own opinion. Though, he has to admit, sometimes he and Carol have different views on what counts as an emergency.

And then there's the times they agree.

-

Galactic Response Time by SassySnowperson

All the OTHER times Nick Fury texted Carol Danvers.

May 4th, 2012

Get your ASS over here there is an INVASION. Aliens are coming out of the SKY HELP US

May 10th, 2012

"Invasion, Fury, the word you used was invasion! I made it across three quarters of the galaxy in six days! Where are the aliens?"

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Exclamation, Question, Statement, Command by shipNslash

As a child, Foggy Nelson is diagnosed with a rare, terminal brain disease. Thankfully, a team of scientists is working on an experimental treatment. Foggy bonds with another boy in the trial, Kevin Thompson, whose parents are both doctors. This sets Foggy and Kevin's lives on a path that neither of them would have ever imagined….

Two decades later, Nelson Fogwell, his friend Marci Stahl, and his fiance Matt Murdock are running a “thriving” law office when a Miss Jessica Jones knocks on their door. She's out to stop a man going by the name of Kilgrave and she's looking for his childhood companion that she thinks might be able to help.

A mind-control!Foggy AU with generous helpings of fluff and angst.

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the identity crisis of one nicholas j fury by sevenfoxes

“… And you should really get your cat spayed,” Earl says smugly, staring at Goose who is resting a few feet away, licking her paw.

Shit.

Goose eats Earl. Nick files an incident report and takes Goose to the lab to wait for her to barf up Earl because Nick is tired of replacing the accent rug in his office. Finance has gotten really stingy with the office budget lately, and Goose’s cat-flerken vomit reeks.

HR assigns Goose her own incident code and installs a BEWARE OF CAT sign on Nick's office door under his nameplate. Earl stops offering unsolicited advice, and Nick buys Goose one of the new expensive horizontal scratching posts that looks like a wave.

Goose looks way too pleased with herself.

--

All the things Goose has eaten and the all the things people have called Nicholas J. Fury, with or without his consent.

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Scrambled by ForgedObsidian

The first message Fury sends Carol is . . . unexpected, in a variety of ways.

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Everyday Superhero by stoneage_woman

When a field trip to Stark Industries ends in disaster, Roger Harrington finds himself faced with an impossible choice. Suddenly, Tony Stark is shoving an NDA in his face while Peter Parker stares at him with terrified, desperate eyes. Nothing in his 13-year teaching career could have prepared Harrington for this, but he knows one thing for sure: ten years ago, he'd stared down into the sightless eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl, and he'd sworn to himself that he would never again lose another student. He's going to do everything in his power to keep that promise now…even if it costs him everything.

Set during and post Spider-Man Homecoming. A realistic field trip story that also explores the long-term consequences of trauma and responsibility, written by a real-life teacher.

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What is the Lifespan of a Flerken? by csmithman

The intertwined lives of Nick Fury, agent of SHIELD, and Goose, Flerken. How did these two spend the years between Captain Marvel and Infinity War?

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this one goes out to all the children of the stars by GrimRevolution

Sometimes it takes space to teach the lessons we all need: that light continues endlessly even after its source is gone, that each breath is a measure of the infinite, and that, in all the miracles of the universe, matter came together to create you.

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[toodleoorblx]

Chapter: 34/?

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: America Chavez & Stephen Strange & Wong, Hela (Marvel) & Wanda Maximoff, Ava Starr & Janet Van Dyne, Agatha Harkness & Señor Scratchy, Katy Chen & Shang-Chi, Carol Danvers & Kamala Kahn & Monica Rambeau, Wanda Maximoff & America Chavez, Agatha Harkness/Hela

Characters: America Chavez, Wong (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Doctor Strange, Hela (Marvel), Agatha Harkness, Wanda Maximoff, Ava Starr, Ghost (Marvel), Janet Van Dyne, Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Kamala Kahn, Katy Chen, Shang-Chi, Señor Scratchy (Marvel), Moonstone (Marvel), Karla Sofen, Tags to be added - Character, Original Female Character, Nicholas Scratch

Additional tags: Team as Family, Team Bonding, Everyone is BAMF, everyone is protective, Everyone Needs A Hug, Parent Figures, Awesome America Chavez, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff/Angst, The Team Is Complicated, Agatha Harkness Is Mean But Softens Up, Hela and Agatha Harkness are besties, We need more fics of them, like seriously, Stephen Strange Is So Done, Ava Starr is so cool, Stephen Strange & Wong Friendship, Katy Chen is very Katy Chen, Shang-Chi is chill, mcu - Freeform, Slow burn, Marvel Norse Lore, Nore Mythology - Freeform, implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Series: Part 1 of Dear America, you’re not alone anymore.

Summary: Wong is stressed. A girl that has the ability to travel the multiverse at her fingertips, just landed on the New York Sanctums rooftop claiming she’s from outside the multiverse; And being hunted by an unknown entity! Again, Wong. is. stressed. At least he won’t be alone.

Word count: 57,032

[ao3feed-narlie]

we should stick together

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ELW8FCt by strawbeves "Blood, tears, screaming, shouting, bangs, pops, pain, fear, just so much chaos. Something had attacked him & torn him almost in two. His arms, shoulders, and the stretch of skin climbing towards his neck were in shreds & coated with large, angry red patches of scratches & if not blood. Nothing seemed fatal from what I could tell, I couldn’t see any bite marks."   OR   heartstopper au during a zombie apocalypse! just a short oneshot where nick gets gotten we hate to see it :( based with the last of us in mind!!! so think of TLOU settings & zombies! Words: 926, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, POV Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ELW8FCt

[shadowedstardust]

caos masterlist

♡︎ - fluff

☾︎ - angst

☀︎︎ - fluff and angst

sabrina spellman↴

☀︎︎ - the antichrist

Maiden says, “As the sun becomes the moon.” Mother says, “And the daughter is ravaged by the Earth.” Crone says, “The powers of Satan’s progeny will awaken.”

prudence blackwood + ambrose spellman↴

prince caliban + sabrina spellman↴

nicholas scratch + sabrina spellman↴

sabrina spellman + rosalind walker↴

[scoundrels-in-love]

Trick or treat! 👻

Some delicious local candy for you, my friend!

And a little written trick in shape of angst.

A nurse stops by with several papers, looking between the two of them to see who will take them. They both gesture to the other man and nurse bites back a huff, before handing them to Vash. He has no choice but to accept, unless he wants them to drop on the floor.

"I can't sign as the Stampede," he hisses as soon as the nurse is out of the earshot, shoving the forms into Wolfwood's hands.

The other man grimaces, but skims through the papers, before he suddenly drops them on the bed as if they've burned him.

"I can't sign these," Nicholas says in an odd, strained voice.

"Well, neither can she, clearly, but someone has-" Vash snaps, more sharply than intended.

"Exactly! She can't, she can't consent to any of this." 

It clicks in Vash's head then, like a bullet into a barrel. Fuck. Another tremor of guilt joins the dissonant choir in him, shaking the foundations. Later, he should apologize to Nico. For now, all he can do is take the papers and scratch Vash Saverem as unintelligibly as possible at the bottom. Yes, he will not sue the hospital if the patient dies. Says nothing about not preventing Wolfwood razing it to the ground, however.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

can you write more for nick scratch ? Like some good old angst where one of them gets hurt thanks!

Coughing, Y/N tried to cover up the blood droplets covering her palm. The last thing she'd want is for Nick to notice her injuries are more than a scratch. She lied to him, something he hates most in the world, but this lie is for his own good.

She bites her tongue as she grips her hip wound to aid herself in walking. Nick glances over his shoulder to ensure she's following behind, but his eyes do not linger. He doesn't see the struggle every step causes nor the pain she grimaces for. Her back is drenched in blood, she can feel herself growing weaker.

"It's a little further", Nick tells her. He sounds just as breathless, but Y/N knows it's because they've been rushing to escape. Hell's descending upon them and for the first time in forever, she didn't pray to Satan to come and save her.

Stumbling, she falls to her knees. Hearing a thud, Nicholas turns with wide eyes. Returning for her, he grips her arms in order to help her up, but her legs fail her. Once again, she finds herself on the ground with a pained expression upon her face.

"What's wrong", Nick cups her cheeks. His eyes are searching hers for answers, but when she coughs, his eyes flicker to her lips.

"Nick", she breathes out as he shakes his head in fright.

"No, no, no", he repeats. Denial is easier than acceptance, but he mustn't waste time any longer. She's not long for this world, but he was always meant to do great things. Y/N can't allow him to perish along with her.

"Nick, please", she grips his leather jacket. "Let me go."

Lips quivering, he shakes his head as tears fill his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She manages a smile, "Because you can't save me and I wanted a moment longer."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Nick wraps his arms around her. He pulls her up to her feet, using all his strength to keep her upright.

"You promised me a forever", he states gruffly. "I demand you keep that promise."

Breathing heavily, Y/N’s tears spill over. “If you do not leave now, you will die with me.”

“Then let me die!”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N’s grip on his grows.

“Nicholas”, she whispers. “Please.”

“It’s my choice to make”, he insists as he pulls his arm under her knees and lifts her up. “I’d rather die than live hundreds of years without you.”

Resting her head on his shoulder, Y/N felt herself drifting. Soon enough, her body will slump in his embrace and not long after that, Nick will find himself carrying her corpse. She knows it to be true, she can feel herself slipping away. 

Her eyes flutter, trying to remember every line of his handsome, tear-stricken face. If this is the last memory she’ll ever have, she can’t complain. This beauty was meant to be appreciated, to be admired and loved deeply and she believes she had been successful. 

In honor of all they shared, she wills herself to move her lips. She wills herself to say what’s been lingering at the tip of her tongue. 

“Nick”, she smiles meekly as her vision blurs. His dark eyes find hers quickly, allowing her to say the words finally. “I love you.” 

She doesn’t see him smile or hear him say it back as darkness consumes her. She can’t feel his hands around her, nor smell his cologne.

At least she told him, she thinks to herself. Her last words meant something.