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nelkcats · 1 year
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Amity Candy Store
It turns out that having a portal to the Infinite Realms gives you resources to materials you've never seen before. Due to the recent peace treaty between Amity Parkers and ghosts they had begun to exchange products.
Some ghosts felt very nostalgic and wanted to try the food of the living again, or have access to objects not available on the dimension. Others simply wanted to show their shiny items to the liminals, after all there were so many portals on the dimension and they had a lot to trade!
One of those items was Kryptonite, ghosts were sure it was candy of some kind and told the liminals that and since ghosts and liminals could eat it without any consequences (Frostbite approved) the liminals assumed it was some kind of special candy. Like shiny rock candy.
So it is not surprising that when they opened a candy store they began to sell Kryptonite there. When the Justice League began to investigate the town's sudden silence from the outside world Clark didn't expect to feel extremely weak walking past the local candy store. Or that being around the local children would make him sick.
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flamingpudding · 4 months
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How to human
Nightwing was sure he was being watched. He had been in the hero business long enough to recognize that feeling. The little irk, whisper in the back of your mind and the little hairs standing up. He was being watched. A part of him felt honored. He had gotten a little stalker like Tim had been to Bruce once. So, on some days, he made sure to do some extra flips and air acrobatics. No, he wasn't showing off to watchfull eyes, shut up little wing. But whenever he turned to the direction he felt eyes on him, he found nothing. He was worried that he was getting as paranoid as Bruce, but at the same time, he swore that someone had started watching him during his patrols, especially whenever he was in Gotham.
Red Hood grew more and more frustrated as the days passed. This wasn't his first time dealing with little stalker but usually, the street kids of crime alley knew when and when not to follow him around. The kid that was currently following him? The little shit was reckless af. Red Hood going to bust a drug deal? He felt that freaking kids eyes on him. Getting into a fight that ends with a shot out? That little shit was still there watching instead of leaving. But the kid was good, Hood had to admit that. Whenever he turned to scowl the little shit, they were gone. They avoided him the moment he puts his attention on them. But just the kid wait, he will get them one of these days. He was not having as much fun as his brother with his little stalker.
Spoiler preened at the attention she was getting. She had a little stalker! Not Red, not Orphan, not Signal, not Robin but her! She had a stalker of her own. Like Nightwing and Red Hood! There was a little kid interested in her and following her around during patrols. She probably shouldn't, but she did end up teasing the other about it. It most likely wasn't good either, considering all the things that could happen during their patrols. But aside from that it was an interesting feeling to have a little shadow that somehow can avade you. Just like Nightwing and Red Hood whenever she turned around or tried to actively look for her little stalker there was no one. But she knew the kid was there. Compared to the idiot boys Spoiler had gotten some cookies from Agent A to lure out her little shadow. Saddly the kid had been a no show but they did take the cookies when she had looked away for a moment. And a giggle told her that they liked them. She was at least making process in getting to k ow her stalker.
Danny, Dan and Ellie, after decades of having lived among ghosts in the ghost zone when realizing they didn't age like their human family, ended up spit back out to the mortal realm. (Clockwork had gotten fessed up with the Phantom trio and decided HE needed a vacation from them and Frostbite mentioned sending them to the morals would be good for their halfa health. So the decision was made pretty quickly, let the humans deal withvthe ghost kids for a while. He will force the trenchcoat magican, that liked to poke around too much, to check up on them sometimes.) The problem was, they kind of forgot how to be human. So what did they do? Follow around the one human that caught their attention and learn how to human again from them. To bad that the humans that caught their attention happened to be vigilantes and they only ever seemed to be the most interesting when they dress up at night.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 168
So. Apparently halfas are like phoenixes or something, which Danny would’ve really liked to know. 
See, usually with ghosts if they’re forced to retreat to their cores they reform as was, but apparently, since they’re still partially living, schrodinger's people and all that, halfas have to regrow their body from scratch. At least that’s what he’s understanding from Frostbite. 
But how come he has to deal with it? It’s Dan’s fault for trying to pull such a stunt! Oh, it’s either him or Vlad? Well fuck, he might have calmed down and is going to therapy in both the living realm and the Zone, but he’s waaay not equipped to raise a child except for like, monetarily wise. 
Well dammit, how long will this core incubation thing last, he has his new job in… let him check which offer he accepted again… He has his new job in Coast City that he needs to finish packing for and then all the rest of the stuff to do. 
What do you mean it’ll take months?! He doesn’t have months?! Urgh, fine. At least being a mortician isn’t that exciting, nor dangerous. Just hand him Dan’s core and he’ll figure things out for the living side of things. He’s sure Tucker and Sam wouldn’t be against helping, if only to try and claim favorite aunt or uncle spots. 
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#Coast City is where Hal Jordan lives hilarious enough#I just chose a random city but honestly a green lantern city is hilariously on brand for where Danny would choose to move#He’s just a cheerful space core dude who is glaring down several ghosts & helping others move on while he’s working#He’s also slightly uncanny valley to people outside of Amity & doesn’t realize it#He runs into a reporter Wes at some point & okay the fact he looks like the lady doing math meme when seeing Dan?#Utterly hilarious#Danny holding a newborn with matching slightly pointy ears and claws :)#Wes who is *pretty sure* Danny is cis but is second guessing everything now:#Danny is going to do his best to avoid any hero BS#He’s trying to do his JOB#Who cares if he brings his baby to work he needs to eat and he isn’t going to hire a babysitter#Bby Jordan tried to set the house on fire during his last tantrum do you THINK anyone else can deal with him? That’s what he thought now ou#Ellie visits as well & straight up melts out of the wall sometimes like a horror movie#She has weaponized her goo powers and is also excited to show her dad her new gravity ones#Space Core Danny + Fire Core Vlad = Sun Core Dan#Ellie has a Moon core (something something phases of the moon & travelling across the night sky)#Danny is encountering so many rogues and heroes and just doesn’t acknowledge it because he has a literal BABY who can destroy the entire JL#He’s very tired and would like a nap now
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End in View (dp x dc)
The rooftop is rough beneath Dani and the cold seeps through the gravel and through her layers of clothing as she lays there, breathing. There are no stars visible in the sky. Maybe it’s the rainclouds, maybe it’s the Gotham smog, she doesn’t know. It’s a shame in any case. She’s never liked the stars like Danny does but she still appreciates a little stargazing here and then.
She hears a zipping sound in the distance coming closer, then there’s a thump a bit further away from her on the rooftop and Dani cranes her neck. She sees the upside-down image of a masked man in a skintight black-and-blue suit. She knows him, Might-wings or something. She drops her head, looking back up into the dark sky.
“Hey kiddo, what’re you doing?” The man asks as she hears him walk a little closer.
“Dying,” she says wryly.
Worst part is that it’s true. Her unstable mess of a body is breaking down. She’s taking ecto-shots every morning now instead of every month like when she was twelve years old. Soon the only thing that’ll be able to sustain her properly will be the Infinite Realm and its constant ambient ectoplasm. And even then, she knows it won’t be enough. She’s seen Frostbite’s face after her latest check-up and she saw Danny’s knuckles go white after the yeti repeated for him what he told her.
“Aren’t we all?” The vigilante teases back.
Dani huffs a bit, though her mind is only half-there. This in-between state is dangerous for you. You cannot continue like this for long.
“I happen to have a timeline though, thank you very much,” Dani says and she tries for levity but the words ring too true for that.
What are you saying?
You have to die. Fully.
The vigilante’s breath hitches before he lets out a small “Oh.”
“Doctor says I’ve got about two months,” Dani says casually. “So, I figured I’d see the sights. Travel around a bit.”
“What about your parents?” The man asks, sitting down.
“My dad will be glad when I’m gone,” Dani answers and ignores the pinch to the heart the thought induces.
There’s a silence that stretches for a bit before he breaks it. “That’s awful,” he says quietly.
“It’s whatever. I’ve got my brother anyways.” Dani shrugs. “He’s stuck back home but he’ll come by when he can, which, knowing the kind of shit that goes down back home, won’t be often.” She pauses. “Not like I need him for the list.”
“The list?” The black-and-blue vigilante - Heightwing? - asks.
“My list of things to do before I die,” Dani says. “You know: get drunk, learn to knit, rob a bank. Normal teenager stuff.”
“Anything your local vigilante could help with?”
“You offering?”
“Sure,” he says.
Dani sits up and she sees the vigilante - Nightwing! That’s it! - do the same. She squints into the white lens and he stares back calmly.
“I want to go to Batburger,” she decides. “I want to try the fries.”
He gives her a blinding smile.
“Coming right up,” he chirps before getting out a sleek-looking grapple gun and holds out his other hand. “Ready to fly?”
“Born ready,” she says and takes his hand.
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evilminji · 3 months
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Thinking About Ghost Writer's Library ( o.o)
Yeah, that's right folks! It's ya girl! Back on her bullshit, with PONDERING TIME. But like? GW? Is AT BEST? Somewhere around Victorian or Edwardian, given his aesthetic, right? And? Granted! It COULD be, he just vibes SUPER HARD with this Hot New Look(tm).
But like?
He is Baby.
They basically ALL are Baby. It's the... no, A(!) Baby area of the Zone. A place where sentient life is JUST sort of beginning to happen. On the COSMIC, INTERDIMENSIONAL, scale of things. What, after all, is a MERE few millenia? When the average is counting things by Eons? And even WORSE? When your ENTIRE COUNTRY and HISTORY is? What... CENTURIES?
Zygote. You are not but an infant. Back to daycare with you.
Which of course, leads the baby sitters. Even the occasional Adult. SOMEONES got to watch them. But it's not like THEY want to volunteer their eternity. They have Obsessions to follow. And there are A LOT of Baby Zone's to watch! More forming every day! The great dance of Life And Death etc etc, Yada yada!
Who's being punished? Make them do it! *Clockworks in long term plan*
But! Not the point here! Though fascinating to consider! The POINT? GW->Baby. His Library? Larger then then any Earth libraries, yes. But! Still SMALL. A BABY'S collection of books! Still growing. And for all his bragging and posturing? FAR from the Zone's BEST Library.
It likely doesn't even get to make the LONG FORM list.
Which Danny? Who is STILL banned? Quickly figures out. Because? Amity Library is... DECENT. It's working with the funding It's gotten dispite the damage ghost fights have done. Danny loves that library. He does. But... he also? Kinda has run out of things to READ.
And like HELL is he gonna BEG to enter GHOST WRITER'S Lair. Mister "Love Christmas or I'll torture you with it" can SUCK [REDACTED] and shove it up his [REDACTED BUT WITH VIOLENCE THIS TIME]. So? He asks, vaguely of course, Mr. Ho the librarian what he should do.
The man practically froths at the mouth at the thought that there is some BASTARD denying children books over PETTY PERSONAL BULLSHIT. Wants to meet this guy out back. "Talk books". Mr. Ho is like a bazillion years old and a tiny grandpa, he's amazing and Danny STILL kinda wants to be him when he grows up.
But since Danny won't let him deck Ghost Writer. He shows him how too look up other libraries in the area. Which... sparks An Idea(tm). He thanks his favorite librarian and races home. Makes a Bee Line for the Far Frozen.
Can he LOOK at the Infinity Map, Frostbite? He knows taking it is only for Important Events, but... why, you ask? Well...*explains*
Which is how he ends up, with a pen and paper, watching Trained Yeti Map Makers(tm) quickly sprawling out Map after Map, as Frostbite (who is apparently the only one AUTHORIZED to do this, who knew?) formally asks the Map in? Weirdly specific and oddly phrased ways, for the best libraries? Huh?
Ooooh! Frostbite is authorized because he's the only one TRAINED in the exact workings of the Map. Yeah, that makes a lot more sense. When Danny was using it, it dragged him at like Mach bajillion all over the place and he had to keep rephrasing things.
So? He can go now, right? Since he has the directions?
What do you mean "not quite"?
Danny finds out he needs an "Adult Escort". Because he is Baby. And much like children can not fly to Peru alone from halfway across the globe, so too, they can not LEAVE the baby zones to travel through Adult Territories where they could get Ended by accident, WITHOUT Adult supervision. Safety first!
D:< He just wants BOOKS!
Fine! Clockwork is old as BALLS! Older probably! He's LITERALLY TIME! How's THAT for OLD, huh?! Can he GO NOW!? He just wants to check out their ghostly sci-fi section! He's curious AF! He bets they have ALIEN Sci-fi! Come oooooooon!
Clockwork, of course, let's himself be dragged along. Because this is hilarious. AND going to terrify so, SO many assholes. Which is Funny :)
Danny gets his library card to *Unpronouncable without several neck bones humans do not have*, which is the size of Jupiter's BIGGER BROTHER. It isn't even the "Best" library. Just the closest. Danny has a manic... everything, the Fenton blood is strong with this one. So Many Booooooooks~!
And yeah, school books or whatever, probably a great learning resource.
BUT THE SCI-FI AND COMICS SECTION! It goes on for MILES! LITERAL MILES! *incoherent noises of joy*
Needless to say, the Librarians think he's ADORABLE. Such an eager reader! And so SMALL! A BABY! Look at his lil hands~! Be careful with the books, okay sweetie? Oh heck yeah! He WILL be!
And obviously? He gaurds those books with his LIFE. That's his Premium VIP Celebrity Gucci Bespoke Comics of The Multiverse Access! You'll have to pry it from his multi-dead, still smoking, Ended 5Ever hands!
The problem with THIS is?
Even with careful book covers? Those are CLEARLY glowing books. Like... day glow. Unnaturally glowing. The OTHER problem, is UNLIKE that baby GW? Adults can make their books multilingual. OMNILINGUAL. Is this book in French? Or Ainu? Yes. If it's YOUR language, then that's what you're reading in. Is it a bit clunky at times? With things that don't translate well, having to be explained in side notes? Yes. But better then not being able to read them at all!
And of course, comfort and repetition breed mistakes. You get too used to doing something. Forget you're supposed to be HIDING it. Maybe you go to college. Maybe the world moves on. You bring down a government agency with your friends. Become an infant king, much to the unspeakable alarm of the adults who SHOULD have been watching and protecting you. Maybe you have WORDS with them. Who's to say.
You're tired. It's been a long month.
You just want your coffee and a snacky lil treat. Something yummy for the you. Surely you've earned it, right? You've been good. So you take your sweet new alien sci-fi epic, your scrunkly feral Racoon lookin self, and you crawl like the half dying man you are. Towards the sweet relief of sugar and caffeine. Pride? You don't know her. Gib the coffee or you bite.
Unfortunately! There is some shitty "the Youth Today blah blah blah, let try and catch them of gaurd with loaded questions to prove my point and make a whole generation look dumb" reporter on campus. You see them out of the corner of your eye. They clearly think you are the weak link.
They are making their way towards you, mic raised.
Ah. Tragic, they have chosen death.
Before they can reach you, you raise your voice and not so much throw them under a bus, as drive the bus over THEM. Because THIS Coffee shop is the Punk hangout spot. And you've made casual friendly acquaintances with the six foot something, Sam clone from Scotland, whose life goal seems to be "Fight God".
And THESE fine folk DEFINITELY want an interview :) Have Fun, Thorn!
Needless to say, the clips go viral. With Danny sitting in the background, coffee and muffin achieved. Minding his business. Reading his glowing book. Which everyone ignores, on campus. Because EVERYONE knows Danny can make things glow! It's his weird minor power. Some lab accident in his teen years. NBD
But like... no body ELSE "knows" that. So it attracts attention.
Which would be FINE.... if he was reading an EARTH book.
But he's NOT.
And someone recognizes it.
Maybe it's Martian. Kryptonian. Could be Asgardian. Depends on the crossover you want! Because it could be ANY crossover! Lost books. Not just the Great Classics(tm) that people like to save. But the silly ones. The small ones. The equivalent of dime store novels and cheap drug store comics. Children's books. Banned books. The things Powerful People tried to erase from history itself. The things TIME tried to erase, with the fall of nations and the coming of war.
The destruction of worlds.
All of it there.
Imagine it. Standing on a planet, far from the world that was once your home, KNOWING in your heart that everything is gone. Everyone. That NOTHING but what you carry with you remains. And looking up one day to see, in the background of some average and silly video? Not "War and Peace" or "Great Expectations" or some other likely exported peice... but? Some youth reading that overly dramatic trashy sci-fi book that your cousins wouldn't stop raving about. The ones all the adults were SICK of hearing about.
It would NEVER have passed the bar for export.
It was silly and embarrassing but culturally significant.
It's... it's right there.
How?
Wouldn't the desperation that fills you be suffocating? Are there others? Is that an original? How is it here? How can he READ it? Who taught him? Who IS he? Is he one of us? Where? How? HOW?! Please. PLEASE!
And Danny? Would have no idea! :)c it's great~
@hdgnj @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe
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oddheadd · 1 month
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Frostbite °• : ⁠。 - Chapter III
Skinwalker/Wendigo x reader
CW: Gross things like rotting :P
SMUT!! Rough sex, voyerism, non-consentual at the end(?)
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I couldn't sleep last night. The screaming kept me awake.
Screaming? It sounded animalistic, the broken voice desperately wheezing and calling for attention. I laid there helplessly, clutching my pillow and worrying about wether I locked my doors or not. I was too scared to check them, so I just kept staring at the curtains, my heart almost popping out of its place as I tried to look away from them.
I couldn't, and at about 5-6 am, when the screaming had stopped, I dozed off. I later woke up at 4 pm, and weirdly enough, I was inspired to write some more. I put my nightly terror into descriptive paragraphs and created a monster.
One with long, grey, skinny limbs and hair thin enough to see it's pure white eyes... Rotten teeth caging the slithering maggots in its hollow mouth.
I take a deep breath and close my laptop. I grab my phone and see that Nathan had texted me last night.
"Do you drink?"
I can't help but smile and instantly start typing.
"after whatever the hell happened last night, I do."
I put my phone away and make myself a quick meal. My phone buzzes.
"And what happned?"
I chuckle at his misspelling.
"I heard someone or something screaming. I couldn't sleep all night :("
He answers quickly;
"Jackals?"
And I answer just as fast.
"Kind of... It had an artificial echo to it? Don't know how to explain."
I purse my lips and put my phone down. Taking a bite out of the poor excuse of a meal.
"You could demonstrate, when I take you to a bar in the town."
Smile grows on my face as I reread his messages. I should go, what's the worst that can happen? So, we text each other the details and it's a date!
I leave the cabin and decide to look around the village this time. Ain't no way I'm going into the forest after last night.
I try my best to remember the way home as I walk past the other cabins. I admire the architecture - simple, but charming nonetheless. Then I spot a girl, no older than nine looking at me through the window. I smile and give her a wave.
She stays still and keeps staring at me. My hand falls back to my side, and so does my smile. I avoid her gaze and keep walking. I take a few pictures and maybe make a few angels in the snow, before I see an old woman, just barely walking. I approach her. - "Hello, want me to walk you home?"
I get a better look at her face. It's wrinkled, as if her skin is melting off her face. Her eyes are marble like, despite being as dark as coals. I can barely make out her lips that stretch into an uncanny line. Her hair as thin as the monster's that I made up.
She looks at me before her face scrunches up, even more, into a scowl. - "...What are you doing here?" - My mood falters.
"...I used to come here as a child... My mother passed and I decided to visit for a while." - I explain myself. She raises an eyebrow and grabs my arm for support.
"(Your mother)'s kid. You've... Changed, quite a bit."
I tilt my head. - "Do I know you?"
"You'd always steal from my brother's cherry trees. You used to be an annoying, little rascal."
I chuckle awkwardly. - "I get that a lot. So you live down the road?"
"You've become... A very appetizing person." - She says, avoiding my question. I try not to think about her weird wording.
"...Thank you?" - I say after a long pause.
"I used to be like you. Maybe my skin was healthier." - She scoffs, bits of her saliva falling out of her mouth. - "...Not fair... At all." - she sighs.
I stay quiet as she rambles, a little more comfortable now that we've approached her cabin.
"But whatever it wants, it gets." - She says. She tightens her grip. - "Count yourself lucky, being able to serve it like that."
After that I head straight to my cabin. I can't wait to drink with Nathan tonight.
Now as I stand in the snow, my ass literally freezing off, I start to feel disappointed. He promised he'd pick me up, but now I'm getting worried he got lost and mauled.
Tiny snowflakes start falling, adding onto the already layered snow that's coating the ground. I sigh and check my phone again. My frown intensifies, when I see there's no new messages.
I almost fall off the bench on the porch when I see a figure in the corner of my eye.
"Jesus, Nathan. Do you always have to scare me like that?" - I rest my palm on my chest, dramatically so.
He flashes me the Cheshire grin - "Sorry."
I get off the porch and shove my hands into my pocket, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pockets are just as cold.
"I thought the huge deer got to you." - I tease.
He narrows his eyes. - "I'm at the top of the food chain, you don't have to worry about stuff like that." - He brags and gives me his hand. I take it with a snort, his hands as cold as mine. - "I don't think we can make it to the Bar, it's too far away. And, it's getting dark."
I pout. He chuckles. - "But I know how to make it up to you~" - He says and takes out a flask from his coat.
I raise an eyebrow. - "Charming."
I then walk back to the front door of the cabin and unlock it, going inside. - "Come on in, I'm freezing." - I complain and look at him.
He follows after me with a smile and looks around. - "It's pretty cozy in here."
I chuckle and sit him down onto the couch. - "I think we have some old wine in the attic. Try not to miss me too much."
"Don't worry, I'm patient." - he smiles softly.
I turn on the flashlight on my phone after a hard struggle against the attic door, coughing my lungs out when the dust flies around in the air. I climb up and start looking around the boxes for the wine.
I smile when I finally find it. There's two blood red bottles with no distinct label on them, so I pick them up. My smile falls as I see a... Doll? It's made out of straws, clearly resembling a human body. I pick it up and inspect further. Is this a hex? I put it back down and get up, chills running down my spine when I notice a big red symbol on the wall. I stare at it for a while before turning around and leaving with the bottles in my hands.
I have a guest right now, I'll deal with it later.
On my way, I grab go into the kitchen to get glasses.
"I only have mugs and teacups, no fancy glasses." - I say before grabbing the cups and sitting next to him. He throws his arm around my shoulder.
"I don't look like the fancy type though, do I?" - He chuckles and I shrug.
I pour us some wine and sip from my cup. - "So, why did you move here again?"
"Nature always called out to me." - He shrugs. - "And you, Y/N? What's your job and why did you come here?"
I purce my lips. - "Well, I'm a writer. I've written some stuff but nothing special, really. I wanted to write a horror book and came here to set the mood, ya know?"
"And how's that working out?" - He tilts his head.
I sigh. - "I'm having the worst writer's block I've ever had. Barely wrote a few pages."
"Let's see then." - He says, and I hesitantly agree. I grab my laptop and open the file, handing it to him.
I stand up and approach the fireplace, tending to it as he reads for a while.
"It's great." - He smiles and I look back at him.
"Is it?"
"A little complaint... You're trying too hard to explain all the details. Reading is all about letting people warp characters and places into whatever their mind makes up."
"...That makes a lot of sense, actually." - I sit back next to him. - "Can you help me?"
He eyes me and nods.
I don't know how much time passes, but we're now sitting on the floor and already have finished the second bottle of wine, now taking turns on taking a swing out of Nathan's flask. I've been taking notes, typing away furiously.
As I let out a deep breath, I look up from my laptop screen and the whole room starts spinning. I grunt and put the gadget away, placing my head in Nathan's lap. He chuckles and strokes my hair. - "Are you alright?"
"...A little tired. And dizzy." - I pout. Nathan just keeps smiling and sits me up again, making me look at him by taking my chin in-between his fingers.
I keep looking into his eyes and his smile never falters, only getting closer to my own lips. I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips a little, almost melting into Nathan's arms when they connect with his.
My heated cheeks heat up even more when he lays me down onto the soft, warm carpet and lets out a deep groan.
Then I can't even comprehend what happened, when I look to my side and see both mine and his clothes on the floor. Then I feel his erected cock, rubbing against me and realize I'm not wearing any underwear neither. I look back at him and pull him into a kiss again, moaning in delight. He then pushes it inside of me, spreading the walls to make more room for himself and and starts gently grinding it deeper out of me.
I lose track of time and what's happening again, and this time feel him mercilessly thrusting his hips against my ass, almost steaming air of heat spreading into the whole room while his rough fingers caress all the right spots. I let out moans and whimpers in-between my breaths, while he muffles his in my collarbone.
"Don't stop... Fuck, Nathan..." - I moan out his name and he looks up at me.
He then runs his fingers through my hair pulls my head back, giving me a view of the rest of the room, before he buries his face into my neck and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses.
I get closer to cumming, feeling myself spasm and squeeze around him, before I notice something in the windows. There are people outside my cabin... They're chanting something while drawing a symbol on the windows...
It's the same symbol as the one in my attic. I huff and try to stop Nathan but he can't even see my expression with his head buried into my neck. I shut my eyes and try my best not to cry... And soon enough, pass out.
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whyse7vn · 3 months
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BEES KNEES -
[ jeon jungkook x reader ]
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KOOK ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ
jungkook: i long for our reunion my sweet gum drop >.<
[read 01:27]
jungkook: ok
i’m sorry
y/n: what is wrong with you
jungkook: a lot
y/n: yeah
jungkook: yeah
y/n: ur like so peculiar
jungkook: thanks ^_^
is that a compliment?
y/n: not really
jungkook: oh
y/n: it’s like
how are you real
jungkook: birth
y/n: yeah
jungkook: yeah
y/n: ur such a interesting man
jungkook: thank you baby!!!!
y/n: still not a compliment
jungkook: oh
namjoon just said something about bees knees
do bees have knees?
y/n: couldn’t tell you kook
jungkook: that’s really sad if they don’t
how are the supposed to bend their knees if they have none?
y/n: idk babe
jungkook: give me head please
y/n: oh
jungkook: bee issue really getting to me
y/n: ???
are you saying talking about bees got you horny
jungkook: no
wait
maybe
possibly
idk
y/n: kook
jungkook: i’ll cry
y/n: ur always crying
jungkook: i’m a emotional man
y/n: i know
jungkook: today i cried about bees not having knees
y/n: …
jungkook: tears are falling as i type
y/n: ur a lot to deal with
jungkook: i also cried cuz i thought i didn’t kiss you when i left but then i remembered i did so then i stopped crying
and then i started crying again cuz imagined what would happen if i just got stabbed and died on the spot
and then i cried because i was about to buy a doughnut and imagined i dropped the doughnut on the floor and bugs crawled into it
y/n: did you end up dropping the doughnut?
jungkook: no
y/n: there’s something about you
jungkook: 💓
y/n: no
jungkook: sorry
y/n: it’s ok
jungkook: i’m in hospital right now
y/n: what
jungkook: i’m in hospital
y/n: are you being fr?
jungkook: yeah
y/n: ????????????????????????????
jungkook: namjoon said he thinks i have frostbite in my hands
yoongi said it’s probably rabies
but namjoon said it’s not
so we are here to check if i have frostbite
when i say we i mean me and joon
not yoongi
namjoon told yoongi to stay at the studio
i kinda wish yoongi came with us
namjoon is stressing me out
why is he talking about bees knees that’s just really disrespectful
yoongi wouldn’t do this to me
y/n: yoongi would tell you u have like stage 4 cancer and are gonna die in the next 2 minutes
jungkook: no he wouldn’t
y/n: he would
jungkook: he said i had rabies
y/n: see
close enough
but anyways
ur in the fucking hospital kook???
why didn’t you open with that
jungkook: what are we opening
y/n: what
jungkook: what
y/n: why does namjoon think you have frostbite?
jungkook: idk babe i thought frostbite was a food this whole time
y/n: ??
jungkook: doesn’t frostbite sound so yummy
y/n: no
jungkook: yes i would like a bit of frostbite please >_<
hold the cream
what does that even mean
like wdym hold the cream
9 times out of 10 they are already holding the cream
cuz they were like gonna give it to you
so ur telling someone to do something they are already doing
that’s so stupid
hold the cream
y/n: yeah
jungkook: do you get me babe
y/n: i try
jungkook: that’s really hot
i could go to the bathroom rn
y/n: ok?
go then
do you need to pee?
make sure you tell joon ur going
don’t just walk off ok??
jungkook: i don’t need to pee
y/n: oh ok
jungkook: don’t you want nudes
y/n: don’t you have frostbite
is it painful?????
are you not pain
why are you talking about nudes rn
jungkook: i miss you
y/n: that’s nice baby but like i’m fr are you not in pain???
jungkook: horny pain
y/n: jungkook
jungkook: i’m gonna cry
y/n: stop it
jungkook: uughhhhhhh
(thats me crying btw)
y/n: i hope the frostbite takes you for good
jungkook: where is mr frostbite taking me omg?????????
new york?
i hope it’s new york
i love america
stand for the flag
🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🏈
babe are you standing????
y/n: suddenly i have no legs
jungkook: ohmygod
just like the bees have no knees….
y/n: i thought we didn’t know if they had knees or not
jungkook: stop.
y/n: woah ok?????
jungkook: i’m getting emotional again
y/n: jeon jungkook
jungkook: i’m sorry
i’m really sorry
what did i do?????
i’m sorry
i’ll never do it again
mean it
i promise
IM SORRY OHMYGOF IM SORRY BABE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞💔💔💔💔😞😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔😔😔😔😔😖😖😖😖😖😣😣😣😣☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭😭😭😭😢🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
i’m sorry pls forgive me
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
hello do you forgive me it’s ok if you don’t
if you want me run over rn i’ll make it happen
i’m gone
what do you want my last words to be
should i make my death painful or do you want me to do it quick
i’m sorry
babe i’m sorry
i am i’m really sorry
y/n: i told you to tell namjoon if you were going to walk off
joon is panicking cuz it’s almost ur turn to be seen
go back go joon now jungkook
jungkook: r u mad?
why did you call namjoon joon and me jungkook not kook
or kookie
or babe
or baby
r u mad at me???? be honest
y/n: yes
jungkook: NOOOOOOSOOSOO😭🥺😞😞😞😔😔😔😔🥺😭🥺🥺😞😔😔😔😔💔💔☹️☹️☹️🥺🥺🥺😭😞☹️💔💔💔😢😔🥺🥺😣😣🥲😢🥺🥺🥺🥺😞🥺😔😔☹️😢💔😣😣🥲😢😔😔😞🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😔🥺😔😔😢😢😢😔😔😢😢😢😢😢😢😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😢😢😔☹️☹️☹️☹️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔😣😣🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲😢😢😢☹️☹️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
felltomy knees inthw legoshop😢
y/n: the lego shop?
jungkook: yeah
you know it???
place you can buy lego
i like lego
have you watched the lego movie?
i love the lego movie
everything is awesomeeeeeee^_^!!!
y/n: we watch the lego movie every friday ofc i know the lego movie are you stupid????
jungkook: do you think i have rabies?
y/n: how tf did you get to a lego store? you were in the hospital not even 5 minutes ago
jungkook: i’m good at travelling
y/n: go back to the hospital
jungkook: ok but do you think i have rabies?
y/n: i think you have a lot more than rabies
jungkook: fuck do you think salmonella’s got me too?
y/n: are you going back to the hospital yes or no?
jungkook: yes
but then again jimin said it could be aw tysm
y/n: aw tysm?
what
jungkook: aw tysm
y/n: oh my god
jungkook
fucking autism
you idiot
….
just let out the the biggest sigh known to man btw
wow ur stressing me out
jungkook: r u mad at me??
y/n: how far away are you from the hospital?
jungkook: yes
y/n: wdym yes?
jungkook:
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??
y/n: you just
jungkook: just one day
one night
pls stay with me
LOL
did you think i was namjoon
did you???
right then when i said that
did you think i was kim namjoon
y/n: you just leave me in like a state of shock after every conversation
ur not real
jungkook: babe u think namjoon wears a bra??
y/n: LMAOSODDKKDDK
WHATSYSYYSSHDJDND
WHATSHDJDJDJKXKDJFJF
WHAT IS WRIong WITHYOU sizyhshsndjdjfmdcksjsckcm
jungkook: are you having like an allergic reaction or something????
can you answer my question please baby oh i’m curious yeah shinee core 🥺
y/n: wow ur so insane i do i love you
jungkook: rizzzzzzzzzzzz 😝
y/n: ok stop taking to me now
jungkook: ofc i’m sorry have a good day babe 🫶🏻
silly little autism joke in there but it’s ok cuz i’m autistic so fuck you don’t shoot me ok? ok
this is just to hold you guys over until i get my shit together and because if i didn’t post this now would of sat rotting in my drafts forever
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ryleigh130 · 2 months
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Frostbite- - - ryleigh130
Summary- reader gets hypothermia on a mission and the boys help warm them up.
Relationships- platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader
Characters- cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.
Word count- 2.2k
Warnings- hypothermia, profanity, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].
Note- This is my first ever fanfiction written on here so please leave me suggestions on how to improve! This story is inspired by the creator @python333 so go and check out their work it’s absolutely amazing! If you would like to leave a request for me to do a specific prompt feel free to message me! That’s it, thank you and I hope you enjoy! <33
It’s. Fucking. Cold. The three words repeat in your mind over and over again as you consider voicing your complaints to the team for what had to be the 8th time in the last 30 minutes. You couldn’t help it, it was cold. Freezing actually, you and the others were assigned a mission in the middle of butt fuck nowhere Siberia so excuse you for being cold.
To make matters worse for you, you’re the only 141 member currently suffering the biting cold as you were the one who drew the short end of the stick and got put on sniper duty whilst the others get to enjoy the warmth of actually being in the building they’re trying to get the info from.
With that thought, you sigh and shift your position slightly from where you are laying looking through the scope on your M107. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were actually moving around but instead, you’ve been laying in the same position, in the snow, for around 3 hours and you’re starting to loose feeling in your fingers and toes.
“[c/n], how copy” your radio sparks to life as the gruff, British accent of your Captain comes through.
“Still fucking cold, are we almost done here? I’m freezing my balls off out here” you groan, tentatively flexing your fingers trying to spark life back into them.
A low chuckle is heard over the radio as you can practically hear Price roll his eyes from where he is positioned, “you’ve mentioned. But yes, as soon as Soap plants the bombs we should be good to go. How’s it looking Soap?” A clicking can be heard over the radio when suddenly the loud, Scottish voice of John “Soap” MacTavish booms through,
“Aye Cap’n, jist aboot done” you hear another click and a hushed exclaim of victory, “Aw set!” You practically let out a cry of relief at the thought of going back to the safe house and getting warm,
“Took you long enough!” Gaz’ teasing voice pipes up before promptly getting shut up,
“Oh shut it you bawbag” Soap’s voice is light as you hear their footsteps going down the halls to escape the building. You watch through the scope of your rifle making sure to keep an eye out for any rouge enemies that might be hanging around the building the team was gathering the info from. You see Gaz leave the building first, followed by Price and finally Soap. You frown slightly, waiting a few moments before radioing,
“Ghost, how copy” you wait a few seconds before radioing in again, this time sounding more worried, “Ghost, ho-“ before you could finish your sentence, Ghost’s voice, accompanied by the sounds of gunshots filter through
“Solid copy.” He grunts out “I’ve got a few on my tail now but I’m taking care of it” you hear more gunshots as you look through your scope trying to spot Ghost’s form. Suddenly, an alarm rings through the building, you watch as dozens of enemy soldiers flood into the building your team once occupied,
“Fuck Ghost, incoming” you manage to warn before you hear Price’s loud and commanding voice boom,
“Ghost! Get out of there now! We need to detonate this thing now!” You hear Ghost reply with a short grunt. You watch as Ghost’s body runs out from the quickly populating building spraying round after round at accompanying enemies following. You try and help the best you can picking off as many enemies as possible before you hear Soap’s shout,
“CLEAR!” And with that, the building goes up in flames. You duck your head from where you’re positioned to avoid the ash and debris from the burning building,
“All Bravos, how copy?” You hear Price’s voice through the slight ringing of your ears,
A chorus of “Solid, copy”’s respond to the Captain, including your own as you begin to pack your weapon up to head out.
“Brilliant, alright everyone good work. Let’s regroup at the safe house 5 clicks from this position.” A murmur of approvals ring through the coms as you absentmindedly hum your approval and mute your radio. You finish packing up your gear when you hear a twig snap somewhere close by. You perk up and draw your M18 from where it’s positioned in the small holster on your thigh. As quiet as a mouse you sneak through the snowy brush to where the noise originated, peaking through the tree line your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach as you see a squadron of about 9 soldiers approaching your position.
Fuck me. You practically groan, you know you won’t be able to take them all down at the same time so you do the only sensible option, you run. Expertly navigating through the snowy taiga, you run, duck, and jump over the obstacles in front of you. You can hear the pounding of footsteps behind you and the whizzing of bullets flowing past your body, barely missing their target. You run until your lungs burn and your eyes water from the cold air. You look around seemingly cornered by the enemy soldiers and the barren landscape when you spot it. A frozen over lake and possibly your one chance at survival, without a chance to second guess yourself, you’re running towards the lake. You hear yelling in the distance followed by more gunshots as you continue towards the lake. You reach the shoreline and tentatively put your body weight on the ice, judging by the fact it didn’t immediately crack, you take the risk and start sliding toward the other side. Luckily you are small and light enough to be able to tread across the slippery surface. You look over your shoulder to see the soldiers staring at you and continuing to try and shoot you. Before you could react, a stray bullet embeds into the icy surface and a loud crack and be heard. You look down in terror as the ice begins to crack and splinter. With a new objective in mind, you quicken your pace to the reach the other side of the frozen lake.
It’s too late. You’re about 3/4ths of the way when the ice suddenly relents under your weight and you get plunged into the deep icy depths of the water. The icy water causes your body to immediately freeze and jolt in pain as the below freezing water feels like pins and needles getting pushed into your skin slowly. You sink toward the bottom of the frozen pool before your mind catches up with your body and a gasp of air leaves your mouth. You’re choking on the icy water as you struggle against the cold, slowly and painfully you make your way back towards the surface. Your head emerges from the water first, then followed by your hands as you desperately try and grab onto something to be able to drag yourself out of the water. You can’t get a grip on the slippery surface causing you to gasp and sink back into the water, kicking your feet one final time you propel yourself out of the water and onto the ice. With the last bit of your remaining energy you fling yourself to the safety of solid ground on the other side of the lake.
You lay on the snowy ground shivering violently. You look out at the side of the lake where you came from and notice the soldiers were gone, must’ve thought I was a goner, you think bitterly. You don’t have time to reminisce on it as the wind picks up and reminds you that you are currently shivering, wet, and unable to feel your own body. Weakly, you try and turn on your radio to signal for help. You almost cry when you realize it’s gone, you must’ve lost it when you fell in. Coughing violently, you shakily get on your feet, stumbling once, then twice, you manage to stand and take unsteady steps towards where you assume the safe house should be.
The hike takes longer than it should’ve as you continuously stumbled and fell, taking longer than you care to admit to get back up and continue. It’s around 1700 judging by the just setting sun, when the small cabin comes into view. You almost weep in relief when you see it, you pick up your pace into a small run and, promptly fall down face first into the snow. You lay in the snow no longer shivering as your body begins to shut down, No! Not like this, I’m right there! You feel yourself thinking. You feel as if you hear a noise that resembles a door opening and voices yelling but you chalk that up to your imagination as your vision slowly fades into black. With one last tired breath you close your eyes and let the warmth take over you.
When you wake up, you’re burning, and not in a nice way. You feel as if your skin is on fire and is about to melt off your bones. It hurts, painfully so and you make sure to vocalize your discomfort with a pained screech. You try moving your body away from the burning heat but your muscles won’t respond to your brain so you can do nothing more then just let out pained screeches as tears flow down your face. Faintly you can hear hushed voices trying desperately to soothe you but you’re too out of it to notice. With one last screech you black out, in the back of your head you feel as if you can feel a hand card through your hair.
When you wake up again, the pain is still there but significantly lessened. You can feel yourself lying on what you assume to be a mattress with possibly the fluffiest blanket you’ve ever felt on top of you. You try opening your eyes, the light took adjusting to but after a moment you are able to look around the room where you are laying in. Almost immediately you spot the sleeping form of Captain John Price, he’s leaning back in the old wooden chair he’s on with his mouth open in a soft snore. His hand is laying on your covered leg comfortably, he looks tired and worried like he hasn’t slept in a good while. You look around the room trying to figure out where you are before you make yourself known. With a small clearing of your throat Price violently jerks awake and stares at you for a moment before he moves into action,
“Jesus Christ you’re awake!” He states as he starts to worry over you. He gently takes his hand and puts it over your forehead, frowning at what he feels, he moves toward yours eyes. With a flashlight he checks your eyes and nods once before setting the flashlight back aside. Once he finishes his initial exam, he surges forwards and wraps you in a tight embrace,
“NEVER do that again, you hear me?!” He started firmly, his voice laced with clear worry and concern. You chuckle lowly and rasp out,
“My bad, next time I wanna take a quick dip in the pool I’ll wait until summer.” This obviously was the wrong response as Price fixes you with a firm glare,
“I’m serious [c/n]! Do you have any idea how worried we were! First, you were MIA for 2 hours! Then, you show up DRENCHED in −5 °C weather! And THEN, we find you face down in the bloody snow! [y/n] we thought you were dead!” He scolds. You look down with a light blush of shame tinting your cheeks but before you could apologize, the door slams open causing you and Price to jump. In rushes both Soap and Ghost as they storm over to your bedside. Soap grabs your hand and holds it to his face,
“Steamin Jesus kid, ye gave us quite the scare there.” He says into your palm, Ghost approaches his side and stares at you in worry,
“How are you feeling?” He asks. You open your mouth to respond when suddenly footsteps echo through the hall and Gaz comes barreling into the room.
“[c/n]!” He rushes to your bedside and pulls you into a tight hug,
“Gaz! Quit it! Ye gonna hurt the lad” Soap scolds immediately as Gaz pulls away sheepishly with a muttered apology. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before looking back up at the team you consider family.
“M’sorry” you mutter out, tears threatening to fall, “they- they came so quickly and and I tired to run but I couldn’t lose ‘em so I tried to cross the lake but then they shot at it and I fell in and itwassocold-“ your rambling coming to a stop when a firm hand lands on your shoulder. You look up to see Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap staring at you with an unreadable expression.
“Hey, hey kid. It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe now” Price soothes gently. “It’s gonna be alright we’re here.” He continues giving you a soft look. You nod looking at your shaking hands when suddenly clothed hands cover your own. You look at Ghost as he warms your still cold hands with his own, you feel a hand in your hair and smile as you lean into Price’s touch. Soap and Gaz bring up a chair next to your bedside and sit close to you, protectively shielding your body from further harm. With the team you consider family so close to you, you give into your quickly tiring eyes and fall into a deep, comfortable sleep.
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radiance1 · 8 months
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Remember that post where Danny was a dragon and Vlad was a pheonix?
Yea, they're thought here too.
And Danny is obvi an eastern dragon.
Also kinda inspired by the Kwami from mlb.
Danny became the prince of the Far Frozen, after having been adopted by Frostbite a few centuries earlier. Danny is immortal here, and lived past his family so he just spends most of his time in the Far Frozen now.
Vlad meanwhile just stuck to his own lair, a great zone of fire filled with his signature black flames. Occasionally he goes out to the human world to check in on Vladco, he unfortunately had to leave his business up to an heir since it would draw a great amount of suspicion if he were to still be the head after, say, a hundred or so years.
Did he have a child with someone? Hah! No, he just took an orphan off the street, cleaned them up a lil, and turned them into an heir worthy of Vladco.
Vlad and Danny aren't exactly friends, nor enemies either. The most accurate term would be that they're Frenemies. After a few hundred years they've just resorted to that.
Vlad is an enemy of Prince Aragon, surprisingly he didn't actually do anything significant to earn his ire, Prince Aragon just hates him because he's a phoenix.
Danny is also enemies with him, since he was one of Danny's enemies before when he was a teen and the guy's attitude didn't at all help in making Danny not be his enemy really.
So you can say they bonded over their shared hatred for that one guy a little bit.
Cute forward a couple years into the future and Danny and Vlad have gotten trapped inside some magical artifacts.
Why?
Because some wizard wanted their power for his own gain and such made a plan to pit them against each other, make them tire themselves out and injure the other, and then turn them into artifacts.
Danny got transformed into a necklace and Vlad got transformed into a ring.
In hindsight, they should've seen this coming.
Like the Kwami's from mlb they can come out of their respective items in a chibi form. Tiny eastern dragon and tiny phoenix that gave the wizard who turned them into what they are now hell.
They were sassy, straight out insulted him and laughed to each other about it straight to his face, and when the situation allowed it. Hindered him instead of helping him.
It got so bad that the wizard who turned them into jewelry decided to just give them off instead of holding onto them.
They've been given away, sold, auctioned off. A lot of things, though after being handed off from the wizard they were mostly silent. Over the years they were unfortunately split up, going to different owners.
Fast forward to another couple more years and Danny found himself dug up from a casket belonging to a long dead wizard and then just dumped into the custody of one Timothy Drake.
Meanwhile, Vlad found himself bought Lex Luthor, then he went: "Wait a minute, something about you is familiar.." then found out he was the descendant of that one orphan kid he took off the streets.
Danny appeared to Tim because he was lonely, and basically became his best friend. Though he was confused about his apparent obsession with this Batman character.
Vlad also appeared to Lex Luthor, though he did haggle him quite a bit for his business and what did you mean that kid's descendants ran his business into the ground? He taught that kid everything he knew and his descendants had the gall to run his business into bankruptcy just because he wasn't around?
If he got his claws on them he swore he would-
Anywho, who the hell is Superman and why do you hate him?
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 month
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I've been thinking about this for a while. May I request Kerian battling a "snow on Mt. Silver" Reader? Reader was the strongest trainer at Blueberry academy and champion of the BB league until they willingly handed off the title to Drayton and climbed to the highest point in the polar biome to wait for a strong challenger. Kerian, upon becoming champion, gets wind of them and decides to battle them. Things go bad quickly as reader is a ghost/corpse. Kerian does get rescued but is traumatized.
Oh this is a GOOD concept,,,give him that near-death trauma waaaaay before he even learns about terapagos
Also ik the weather conditions in the terarium are all simulated, but let's just say it malfunctioned and resulted in an actual blizzard at the very peak of the polar biome that killed reader + their Pokémon off (yet no one knows this)
......
"Have you heard from [y/n] lately, Drayton?"
"Nope. Last time I checked, they're still chilling at the Polar Biome peak, waiting for a "worthy challenger"."
"Was that pun intended?"
"...maybe, haha. But y'know, I kinda miss seeing their face around campus. I mean..they were our club's first champion, and to this day I still don't know why they handed the title over to me and bailed on-"
"Hold on, there was a champion before you and...you didn't even fight them for the title? No wonder I was able to beat you so easily."
"Oh great, just the person I hoped to see." With a dry chuckle, Drayton turned his head only slightly upon seeing Kieran approaching the clubroom's table with a deep scowl, eyes bleak.
Of course, the new champion of BB Academy believed he had every right to barge into the Elite Four's conversations--given he was having a bit of a "power trip" ever since gaining the title yesterday.
But the dragon trainer elected to ignore him, instead turning back to the others. "Anyways..I'm sure [y/n]'s already moved onto better things. No way could they still be up there after all that weird stuff happened with the weather."
"You mean..the time there was an actual blizzard in the terarium??" Lacey gasped, before shaking her head and making an "x" pose. "Bzzzt. Nope. Impossible. They sent a search and rescue team in case anyone in the outdoor classroom got stranded up there. And they didn't find a soul!"
"Yeah!" Crispin nodded in agreement. "I get they were the strongest trainer in this entire school, but why would they risk-?"
"I'm sorry, they're the strongest? Why am I only hearing about this [y/n] now?"
With a small yelp, he turned to the purple-haired boy. "Wah!! I-I totally forgot you were here, sorry.." He mumbled, slightly cowering under his harsh gaze. "Obviously you're the strongest! [Y/n]'s not important..d-don't worry about them. They're history-"
"But you all seem pretty convinced they're still here." Kieran's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the group. "And you just told me where I might find them." He clenched his fists, already shaking with anticipation.
"Easy there, champ.." Drayton huffed in annoyance. "It's only a rumor that they're still hanging around. They weren't much of a talker, so we have no clue where they are. Could be in another region for all we know."
"..........."
"Don't tell me....you're thinking about charging up that mountain all by yourself to see if they're there, are you? That's suicide."
"I have to agree with Drayton." Amarys nodded. "The staff is still trying to determine the cause of the anomalous weather patterns. We aren't banned from venturing up there, but until they can find a solution, it's ill-advised."
"Exactly!" Lacey joined in. "I heard one of the rescue team members had to get treated for frostbite. And it wasn't from some ice-type Pokémon, but the blizzard itself. This is serious, Kieran!"
"....I'll be fine. Your scare tactics won't work on me."
"Huh?! But we're not-"
"Enough. I'm gonna go find them myself, seeing as you're all too cowardly to do so." The champion sneered. "If a worthy challenger is what they're after, then I'll give them one. I'll let them know there's a new champion in town..and that he's the strongest trainer in this academy. Not them."
With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, mumbling under his breath things that made the four feel uneasy.
"How pathetic. The Elite Four..scared of a little snow and ice? Whatever. I'll show them. I'll show [y/n]. I'll show them ALL..."
After the doors slammed shut behind him, they felt the tension still lingering in the air--as did every other club member who was hanging out on the sofas and by the BP computer.
"Man." Drayton broke the silence, sitting up to stretch his arms. "That kid catches wind of some random stranger who's just a little stronger than him, and boom. He's obsessed. Hope he doesn't get himself killed up there."
"Should one of us go after him?" Lacey muttered in concern, her gaze not leaving the doors.
"I-I think that would make him angrier.." Crispin shook his head. "He's got an Incineroar, so maybe it'll keep him toasty."
"That is true. He could also either confirm or deny [y/n]'s presence atop that mountain." Amarys spoke up. "I only hope he properly prepares himself for the long journey..and that no other weather anomalies arise.."
..........
"They weren't kidding..i-it's freezing...but we're doing this, Incineroar."
"Cinn.." Huffing, the Heel Pokémon remained beside its trainer as the two made their ascension towards the summit. They couldn't see any rest spots nor healing centers below them due to the snowfall being so heavy.
Even the teraglobe was barely visible.
Yet Kieran was persistent as ever in his goal, keeping his jacket zipped up and Incineroar close to him. He didn't care about the fact his hands were already growing numb, nor the cold biting at his legs leaving them weak.
He was the new champion. He had to let everyone in this school know and defeat whoever could threaten the position he worked so hard to achieve.
If not [Florian/Juliana]..then it was you.
You're someone he's never even met, but knowing you were the very first BB League champion and had a big-enough ego to come up here and wait for a strong challenger...was something he couldn't turn a blind eye to.
No.
Not if he wanted to be the best in this entire school and eliminate any competition.
Absolutely nothing was gonna stop him.
Not even the fact that his Incineroar's flames were struggling to stay alive, gradually exhausting the feline as it struggled to keep up. It began having chills itself, although it knew better than to disobey its trainer when he demanded to keep the fire going.
Surely it can tough it out for him, right?
After what seemed like an eternity, Kieran finally reached the top of the mountain and saw you: the lone figure waiting for them both. Much of the snowfall had already cleared up allowing him to see you in a cap that concealed your eyes and a BB Academy uniform.
You were looking at something up in the sky, until you heard the sounds of shuffling and turned around, looking down with surprise at the challenger.
This kid...came up all this way to see you? Impressive.
His Incineroar looked a little worse for wear, the flames around its belt dying out, yet it stuck close to its trainer's side as he stared at you with a cold hard gaze.
"Are you [y/n], former BB League Champion?" He questioned.
"........."
"Not much of a talker, huh? Guess they were right. I'm Kieran, or better yet..Champion Kieran."
Although you barely gave a response aside from a slight tilt of your head, he just smirked. "Yeah, you heard me. I'm the new champion and president of the League Club, not that dumb dragon tamer. Because unlike him, I worked hard to earn this title. I don't wait around for things to be handed to me on a silver platter."
".........."
"You think being champion is a joke? Something you can just pawn off to somebody when you get bored of it?"
"........."
"I thought so. That means you never deserved the title to begin with.." He scoffed, irritated by your silence. "Anyway, they said you were the strongest, but I'm here to change that!" Pointing up at you, he shouted over the wind. "You wanted a worthy opponent..well HERE I AM!!! Incineroar, Porygon-Z...show them the power of a true BB League Champion!!"
He took out his Virutal Pokémon's pokeball, ready to send it into battle.
But it didn't come out after he tossed it to the ground.
"...huh?" Confused, Kieran picked up the pokeball, wondering why it wasn't opening. Then he noticed frost coating the button, practically icing it over entirely. "No, no, no.....what is this?!"
For some reason it was jammed, and he discovered that all the other pokeballs in his bag were like that, too, rendering them inaccessible.
But how?
It shouldn't be possible for all of them to freeze simultaneously...their insulation should be top-tier.
Brushing off his worries, he glared at you. "Whatever. I can win a single-battle, too! I've developed strategies for this. Incineroar, it's all up to you now"
Nodding, the Heel Pokémon cracked its knuckles and stepped forward. But as it looked at you, it began shivering all of the sudden, feeling a drastic drop in temperature as the flames on its belt struggled still.
It wasn't just the weather giving it chills..but you.
Something about you just seemed...off, but it couldn't exactly tell its trainer what that was. Nor would he probably care.
Whether it liked it or not, it had to win this battle.
Wordlessly, you stepped down so you could fight on equal ground and took out a single pokeball. It was covered in frost, with much of the red paint faded, and it looked awfully damaged--especially the button.
Yet somehow it was functional as you sent out your first Pokémon.
And the sight of it was so grisly, Kieran felt genuinely nauseated, unable to do anything except stare in shock.
"Wh...What the..."
It appeared as a sickly frostbit creature, with its colors dull and empty sockets in place of its eyes. Not to mention the heavy wounds littering its body, which seemed fresh. It's like you ran out of healing items and never bothered to look for any more.
And its cry was pained.
Considering how much Kieran himself loved and treasured Pokémon, he was gravely concerned and had second thoughts about fighting one in such a horrible state...
But that little voice in his head told him that refusing to fight your team would make him look weak. You'd probably think he was weak for backing down.
And he refused to do that.
Why was he suddenly so afraid? You were only trying to scare him, just like everybody else...and he was fed up with that.
He came this far. He had to finish this.
"You...think your Pokémon can battle in that condition? Looks like they can barely stand." His eyebrows furrowed. "No matter. Once I beat you, I'll take them off your ha-"
"Struggle."
A hoarse whisper escaped your lips, stunning him as he realized you could actually speak. But then your Pokémon suddenly threw itself at Incineroar, attacking and taking a good deal of recoil damage as it fainted soon afterwards.
Or rather...
It simply dropped to the ground and ceased all motions, with you making no move to recall them. Instead you just sent out your next party member.
Kieran tried not to think about why they did that, and just scoffed at your strategy. "Really? This is what the "strongest" trainer is capable of? I expected better..I'll beat you in no time at all."
Yet you didn't seem fazed by anything he said, as you commanded your Pokémon to use Struggle, too.....and every other one after that did the same thing.
What frustrated him the most was how they all managed to outspeed Incineroar, forcing it to endure every hit without getting a chance to retaliate. It felt so unfair, and he couldn't do anything except sit and watch, feeling his blood boiling more with each passing second.
He didn't know why you exhausted all of your team's moves, why you wouldn't give him a chance to strike back....or why you're even up here at all and allowed them to get this bad.
But he knew one thing.
He wanted to get off this mountain soon.
The snowfall was growing heavier again, the howling wind picking up as the temperature kept dropping.
"Stop! Just stop for a second!!" He snapped as you readied your final pokeball. All you did was pause and stare at him. "You haven't given me a chance to attack yet! And I'm locked out my pokeballs...this isn't fair! You're cheating!!"
"..it's almost over."
He tensed, wondering why you spoke those words so ominously. But he took that as an insult and scowled. "For me? No...it's almost over for you. You're down to your last Pokémon..and I still have all of mine. I'm putting an end to this pathetic "struggle strategy" of yours right now."
".........."
"What a joke this was. Everyone says you were the strongest trainer..but you're just another obstacle in my way."
Hearing that saddened you a little, almost making you regret what you're about to subject this hapless champion to next...but you will end this one way or another.
You couldn't tolerate his arrogance any longer.
Your final Pokémon's appearance completely wiped the smug look on Kieran's face, as his eyes widened upon seeing a Pikachu in the most horrific condition--one that didn't look anything like the others on your team.
Its fur was totally white with a layer of frost coating it; and it was missing a leg, ear, and part of its tail...as though something had torn and chewed at various sections of its body. And its wounds exposed its muscle and bones, yet somehow it was still able to stand on its own.
But the most terrifying thing was its lack of a cutesy smile typical to its species. Instead there was this creepy grin stretching from ear-to-nonexistent-ear. And it just stared at him with those pitch black eyes, giggling.
His hands shook with genuine fear, before he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Yet both of you were still there when he looked, ready for battle.
Suddenly he didn't feel so high and mighty right now. His heart pounded and his throat felt dry, eyes stinging from the cold.
He felt as though he wasn't supposed to be here.
He shouldn't be here.
He didn't want to do this anymore.
He wanted to go home.
It was so cold...
But he needed to finish this.
"I-Incineroar, use-"
"Pain Split."
'Wait...Pikachu can learn that?!' His eyes widened in shock, but at the same time he was relieved you finally did something new-
Only for your Pikachu to screech and attack his Pokémon with that move, biting into its arm and causing the latter to roar in agony. He could only watch, horrified as blood splattered all across the snow.
By the time he managed to recall Incineroar, it had already fainted from the attack.
However your Pikachu did, too, laying among the other bodies of your Pokémon...who he now realized were in fact deceased. He could barely see them since the snow covered most of them.
But the morbid images would never leave his head.
He still didn't understand.
What have you become?
What are you?
"It's over."
Looking up, Kieran screamed upon seeing your uniform now covered in blood, the frostbite having eaten away at most of your flesh. You looked like some zombie, with exposed bones and hollowed eyes much like your Pokémon--gazing at him with that same sadness they held.
Now it finally hit him.
All this time, he wasn't battling some BB League ex-champion. He was battling the victim of that weather malfunction the four were talking about.
The one who never made it down this mountain alive.
You were already dead...and wanted him to suffer the same fate as you.
He blinked, and you were suddenly in front of him, grabbing the front of his jacket with two hands and staring at him. And all he could do was stare back in terror, unable to look away.
"Destiny B-"
"NO!! NO!! STOP!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!" Screaming as loud as he could, he lost all composure as he tried pushing you off of him, hitting your jaw and dislocating the bone.
You dropped him to the ground, and he sobbed, wrapping his arms over his head as he begged you to leave him be.
"L-Let me go home, please pleasepleaseplease-"
"Kieran?!!!"
With a sharp gasp, he looked up to hear the voice of Lacey, before seeing her, Carmine, and the other Elite Four members rushing towards him. They were all bundled-up, with Crispin's Magmortar and Heat Rotom keeping them warm.
"It's [y/n]!!" He shouted, pointing to where you stood. "Th-They..they're right there!!"
The group stopped, appearing confused as they looked all around, seeing nothing but snow.
"Wh-Why are you all standing around?!"
"Kieran..there's no one here except us." Crispin muttered.
".....huh?" Blinking, he looked back and realized you have disappeared entirely, not leaving behind a single trace of your presence. There weren't any blood or footprints in the snow, nor any frozen bodies of Pokémon lying in it.
It's like he was battling a hallucination all along.
But it felt so real..
"But I....I-I..."
"Only you would be insane enough to risk your life coming up here," Carmine huffed, kneeling down. But as soon as she saw the true terror in her little brother's eyes, her heart sank..wondering what he witnessed. "Kiki..?"
"...i-it was them...[y/n]..." He mumbled shakily, his arm still stuck in a pointing position. Tears streaked down his face, the cold wind making his cheeks sting like hell. "Th-They were right here..and...and they...they tried to-"
"Listen, I get you really wanted to meet them and battle them...but they're not here. They're long gone. Now c'mon. We need to get you off this stupid mountain." Picking him up was no problem for Carmine, given how he was light as a feather. He just clung to her, allowing himself to be carried on her back.
The four were astonished that he actually made the journey up here, with Drayton wondering if he was really that desperate to battle you that he came up here, realized you weren't around, and just...made up a scenario in which he wins anyways.
Instead, the poor kid seemed traumatized by whatever he saw...or believed he saw.
After making it safely down the mountain and getting treated--alongside his Incineroar--Kieran's detailed account of what happened led to another rescue team heading up the summit, just in case they may have missed something.
They had fire types and ground type tirelessly shoveling through the snow, digging in the exact spot where he battled you, but there were no signs of you anywhere.
Even so..he refused to believe it, and still had reoccurring nightmares of that encounter and how it might've ended if the others didn't show up in time.
Soon enough he got back on-track to training his Pokémon and becoming stronger everyday, but other trainers noticed how carefully he treaded throughout the Polar Biome..
And how he avoided going anywhere near the tallest mountain in that zone.
For he believed you were still up there, waiting for him.
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cottontears · 10 months
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Please please please
P: #43 & #47 with C: #3
(Or if not both then just 47 with Azzie please)
high, high, neglectful lover
ೃ⁀➷ azriel x afab reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 1.8k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: i updated my prompts so i forgot which was which, since this is an old request, but i remember it being sex pollen, and size difference, or something similar, so i hope this is what you wanted, and so sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy! thank you for the wait love <3
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: aphrodisiacs/sex pollen, barely mentioned size differnece, p in v unprotected, hand job, slightly sub azriel, nonverbal azriel, only one cave/only one cot, oh no! no fire! don't worry body heat is here to save you!.
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your legs burned as you made the trek up the mountain. flushed skin cooled by a soft drizzle of rain.
you were on a mission with the shadowsinger. to do what? you did not know. you were not paying attention when your high lord went over the details. your eyes glazed over with boredom. fingers drumming against your thigh. 
now said thigh was burning with excretion. you stared at the shadowsinger’s ass as his legs moved and progressed. his wings would twitch once in a while. 
it was a silent mission. your communication mostly wordless, but sometimes he missed the sound of your voice.
“azriel?”
he froze. his head turning slightly to look back at you.
“how come we aren’t using those wings of yours to cover more ground faster?” you panted.
the corners of his mouth twitched.
“weren’t you listening to rhysand? the plant we need to find camouflages easily… you do know we are looking for a plant?”
“a plant?” you furrowed your brows.
“yes, amren wanted it for something.”
“for what?”
“do you never listen during our meetings?” this time his lips pursed to keep from smiling.
“no. can’t be bothered.”
he hummed. he looked up at the cloudy sky, the fall of water had become less of a drizzle and more of rain.
azriel always wondered where your pretty brain went during the meetings with the inner circle. you would sit in a corner and stare. out a window, up to the ceiling, down into your lap. your eyes glazed over and pretty lips stretched in a faint smile.
he was always frustrated over the way he couldn’t smell you. no one could. you had a distinct scent. not wholly fae. but no one could smell your emotions. which was highly disconcerting. 
no one could smell your emotions, and it was something you took advantage of. spending your time daydreaming of the shadow singer.
it was getting late. you made note of that out loud. you also made note of the heavy rain.
“how about we find somewhere to rest for the night?”
he gave you a curt nod.
the cave you found was relatively small.
you shuddered, your freezing drenched clothes clinging to your clammy skin. your lips were numb. azriel set up camp, unloading the small bags you each carried, and making a makeshift cot, the bags enhanced to be larger on the inside than on the outside. just enough stuff to make one comfortable cot, just big enough for one illyrian, not that he was going to use it, but still you would be comfortable.
“should i make a fire?” you raised your palms, preparing to call upon your magic. calloused scarred covered yours. 
“no!” his voice was rough, you flinched, and he coughed, “no fires. please.” his voice whiny. eyes pleading, glistening in the last rays of sun that slipped into the cave, bouncing around softly, creating a buttery glow.
“okay. no fires. but we can’t stay idle in winter, we will get frostbite” your voice shook with cold. 
he felt guilty. you looked so delicate and breakable. your skin losing color. lips trembling, chin wobbling.
“look, please don’t be embarrassed, i don’t want you to freeze, but i can’t deal with a fire right now.”
thankfully you did not prod. “what do you suggest?” you stammered.
he flushed, you could hear his heartbeat accelerate. 
you smirked. “azriel? are you suggesting body heat?”
he could not form words, just barely managing to nod.
you nodded. rushing to take your clothes off. hands fumbling with the buckles and buttons.
from the corner of your eye, you could see his figure, shadows enveloping the cave in seconds as the sun was submerged into the horizon.
you had an impulsive thought to ask him for help, but his heart was beating fast, and you could smell his nerves. 
you removed everything except your underclothes. which hid nothing, thin and wet.
“azriel!” you pleaded. that got him out of his trance. he rushed to take his clothes off. 
averting your gaze you noticed a glint of light in the corner of your eye, you moved towards it. it was some flowers. you smiled and went to pluck them.
“no! don’t-” but it was too late.
as soon as you plucked the stem, the flowers all exploded in tandem, releasing powder into the air, it traveled fast. azriel covered his mouth but it was too late.
“fuck!” his full body froze. 
“what is it azriel?”
“that’s the plant! it is a powerful aphrodisiac!”
you sniffed, “i don’t feel any different.”
“you are not fae.” his words were gritted out. he rushed to put on his clothes. his wings expanding and contracting in rushed intervals.
“no! you aren’t going anywhere!”
“it wasn’t supposed to be like this!” he panted. 
“like what?”
“i wanted time, i want time with you!”
you grinned. you knew it was not the time. but the fae of your daydreams was revealing his feelings for you.
“with me?”
he felt hot. his skin burned. his cock pounded with the need to be buried inside you. he was lost in a haze of need, he was not filtering the words coming out of his mouth. “i wanted time to get to know you, court you, and make you mine. i wanted to take you to a huge comfortable bed. i wanted to be good to you. i don’t want to force or coerce you out of pity.”
“who said anything about coercion azriel? what do you think i daydream about during all those meetings?”
he could barely process the words, but something inside him told him to pay attention.
his cock ached. he palmed his erection, but it did more harm than good.
“kneel in the cot, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” his wings were tight. you had always wanted to touch them. his breaths were shallow and quick, he could not get enough air into his lungs. 
you stepped close behind him. skin ghosting his wings,
you threaded your fingers into his soft wet hair, nails scraping his scalp. he let out a guttural moan. his fists were clenched on his thighs. cock twitching, and leaking. burning with need. you ran a finger down his back, index finger tracing his sensitive skin.
he shuddered and moaned loudly, his cock heavy and aching.
“that feels good az?”
he nodded, not trusting himself to form words, he bit the inside of his cheek, keeping himself from making embarrassing noises.
“come on shadow singer, sing for me.” you splayed your hands out, and ran them over the sensitive skin of his wings
he could not stop himself from crying out, trembling. he could not make any words come out of his mouth.
he was moaning and gasping, so close to coming, not having even kissed you. he did not want to be done so quickly.
you leaned in bending softly at the waist so your lips met his neck.
his climax was quick. rope of come painting his abdomen. his full body shook. but he was nowhere near satisfied. 
he was absolutely in love with you, he did not know how to tell you, he could not speak, he just looked at you, as you walked around him and held his face in your hands. 
you swiped your thumbs under his eyes, stray tears he had not noticed swiped away softly.
your eyes met his in the dark. you fell to your knees infront of him on the makeshift cot.
your arm wrapped around his neck. the other reaching down to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock.
his jaw slackened as his hips canted. chasing your hand. your thighs tangled with his. your lips met his softly. slow. a satisfying juxtaposition to the speed of your hand. his hips jerked and spasmed. 
he could not kiss you back from the all-consuming pleasure. you nibbled on his bottom lip.
he wanted to beg and plead, but his brain could form no words. normally that would make him anxious, but you seemed to get him. he did not need to speak so much around you.
besides, you spoke enough for both of you. and there was nothing that sounded as beautiful as your voice.
“so pretty azriel. you don’t know how it feels to have you like this. writhing with pleasure. giving you such pleasure you cannot form words. but that’s okay. i know what you want. i can see it in your eyes.”
he trembled, ass falling to rest on his heels.
you spread your legs, shuffling to slide one thigh over his hips. his change in position making it easier for your hips to meet.
he moaned and gasped, so close, his tip not even fully inside you.
one of your legs wrapped around his waist, opening up your cunt. your hands around his neck. he palmed your ass with both scarred hands.
you sighed in pleasure.
you sank in, enveloping him. he was deliciously big, stretching you, making your walls burn and clench. pussy gushing with pleasure. his hands pulled your hips closer unconsciously. you kissed his neck. 
he toppled you over so you layed on your back.
his jaw was slack, your walls tight around him. his dick ached and throbbed with the need to move. 
and move he did. he slid a hand between your bodies as he thrust in and out, half a mind to look for your bundle of nerves to make you feel as good as he did. you screamed and clenched so hard around him he saw white.
shadows twisted and twirled dancing over your skin. covering your limbs. ghosting over your nipples. 
selfish little things, they also wanted a piece of you. your nipples pebbled and you felt warmth build in your core. you screamed as his blunt nail scraped your clit softly. orgasm sneaking up on you. you made a mess of the cot. providing slickness, making it easier for him to pound into you faster. you scraped your nails on his back, bit into his neck, so hard you tasted blood. 
he froze inside you, body shaking softly as he came. his moans were delicious.
you were delicious, and now some part of him would always be inside you.
and maybe, he could make you his permanently with his come.
as if reading his thoughts, your legs tightened around his hips. he was still slightly hard. sensitive. but there was no way in hell he was going to pull out. 
he spread his wings. ran his hands up your sides.
he still could not speak.
but you knew. you always knew. you could understand how he felt, how he burned for you. 
you were perfect and he was exhausted. you pulled him closer into your arms, his full weight on you. you could barely breathe. but his body on yours was heavenly.
he closed his eyes and felt himself lose consciousness. dick pounding softly inside your sticky cunt.
“me too azriel. me too.”
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yourlocalcorviddad · 3 months
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Saw a post about Danny calling Dani his little Comet, this one, and then I had an idea to and mix it with a favourite Hozier song, Work Song. Feel free to add or whatever if it strikes you!
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"Ah, shh, shh little Comet, it's ok, I've got you."
The attempt at keeping his voice steady didn't really work, but he was sure he was keeping a good hold on his emotions at least, since Ellie was calming down in his hold. It didn't mean he wasn't panicking inside at the situation but he was managing. He only had to make it a few more weeks before the others could come, then everything would be safe.
He got her settled in his bed, sleeping and calm now. He had a crib for her, and Jordan too eventually, but he couldn't really stand the thought of them to far. So bed it was.
Both clone and future self had been deaged due to the damage taken, done at Frostbite's direction to heal and better stabilise both. Jordan's injuries had come in defence of both him and Ellie, and, like a weird mirror, Ellie's from defending him and the injured Jordan when he was to weakened from injuries to fight. Ellie had just been deaged from it Dan, who he decided was going to be called Jordan too give himself some separateness, was reverted to his core. In an effort to protect and give him time to heal, he has him inside himself, next to his own core. He'd been warned it meant that Dan would likely take on more of being like his child than his future self, but he just wanted him alive, not like he didn't have the risk of it anyway, at least this time it was under his control.
There was no hope of returning to his dimension, it had been clear at that point, but they had been trying to free all the ghosts they could and get all liminal people and their family rounded up to safety before the GIW got to them. Danny, as the heir prince-until he was of age for the throne at 100-was sent ahead to bridge trust with another dimension, this one in fact, to see it they could bring their people, his people, there.
Clockwork and the Ancients and Observants worked with his parents and the others from town, and other liminality touched people, to get everyone into the ghost zone, which he had leaned also got called the Infinite Realms, safely and cut off that dimension from it.
Apparently that's what most magical creatures had done to that one anyway, long ago. He'd even met the descendents of the witches that had been hunted by, and thus placed the curse on, his family back when Amity was a village.
They'd lifted the, severely weakened by then but still present, curse after apologies were made and explanations done. It was a relief, even though it is likely what had even held him tethered to life enough to become a halfa at all, but he felt more at ease now without it.
All in all, it led him to where he was now though. A new world, a new set of rules, similar but still so different, and two kids that were essentially his.
The sudden crash outside his window on the alley side had him rushing over, ready to defend as best he could, still healing from the injuries in the last fight with the GIW, in case it was a villain attacking.
Only to pause at the sight of the, now likely unconscious, blue and black clad vigilante in the dumpster below.
"Fuck... Well can't leave him, who knows who'd find him there."
It took a bit of work, and mild use of his weak but still present powers, but he got him up stairs and into his apartment onto the, comfortable if he said so himself, couch.
Once there, he checked him over for injuries, careful not to take the domino off and keeping him as clothed as possible, but tending to his wounds as best possible. Doing so, he realised the other was probably only about 20-21, close to his age at least. It made him wonder how long the other had been a hero, and made a thought to ask later.
For now he settled in to make some food -that hopefully wouldn't accidentally come alive again-and keep an eye on his daughter and the hero.
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angelsbless · 22 days
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I had another idea too, could you do a one shot of one piece where the reader is someone who has very white skin and who has very cold body parts and Ace talks to her about it but the reader doesn't feel sometimes realizes that she is also cold so ace warms her with his power (I have this problem and sometimes my family jumps when they touch me 😭💀)
Aww i hope you're doing fine, always go for warm clothes and check your vitamins 🤍. ( I have this problem as well so i know it can be hard sometimes). And sure here you go beautiful 🫶🏻. ( I hope you like it)
Let me warm you
Portgas D. Ace x reader (one shot)
Ever since you were a kid, u had cold hands and body, you never felt it was that big of a deal until someone tries to touch you and freezes right away, then start wondering how you can live while being as cold as ice like this. You actually got used to it so you never paid that much attention to it and to never get bothered again, you made sure that you don't let anyone touch you, so they don't annoy you by asking too much. Not until Ace touched you and realized how cold you were. Poor boy was so worried because he thought you were sick or something. " Y/n are you sick? Are you feeling alright? How can you possibly be this cold ? God why didn't you tell me? ". It didn't bother you like it would usually, he didn't complain or nag about it, HE WAS WORRIED, no one was ever this worried about you, everyone thought that it's fine and it's not something that big, but still you suffered a lot from it especially in winters, your hands and foots almost freeze and it was so hard to use them, yet very painful, also you tend to get frostbites so often, sometimes you cried because it hurts you so much, yet you still managed to always pretend to be alright, and no one ever tried to look after you or anything, so you thought it was natural. But seeing Ace worried about you like this, you couldn't just hold your tears, not from sadness yet happy tears and you smiled at him. " I'm just an ice queen as they say" you giggled, he panicked when he saw your tears and he started to wipe them, " don't cry princess, you have your fire Lord right next to you, let me make you warm, just like you do to my heart" he said softly as he hugged you close and start playing with your hair gently. You layer your head on his chest, you could hear his heart beating and feel his warmth, something you probably never got to feel. " If you offer me warmth so easily i can never get enough of it" you said. He smiled " As if i could get tired of hugging you, i know it must've been hard, but now you have me whenever you need warmth you'll always find me there".
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theshelbyclan · 2 years
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Battle Scars
Summary: Slowly, you are bonding with the strange blond assassin and somehow you are drawn to her more and more (Part 2)
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A/N: I was overwhelmed with the support on the first part for this series: thank you so, so much! Again, if you’d like me to continue this, let me know, it’s honestly the main reason for me to keep posting :) Also, if you wanna be tagged in this and the next parts, let me know!
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
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*****
“What’s this I’m eating exactly...” you asked the chef, who was currently loudly enjoying her own meal.
“You don’t like it?” she asked you casually, “Give it to me. I will eat it.”
“No!” Protectively you put an arm around the plate and pulled it in closer towards you. “I was just wondering what it’s supposed to be.”
“It’s Russian,” Yelena answered by way of explanation.
You laughed shortly, “It’s really not. I’m from Russia, remember?”
“Vseznayka...” she grinned at you.
You constantly tried to keep an eye on her. And even though you were starving and eating as quickly as you could, you never once tried to break eye contact. She, on the other hand, seemed to be so familial with you already and it confused you.
“What do you want from me?” you finally asked her, your voice sounding a lot smaller than you had intended.
“Nothing.”
“Then why chase me across three cities?”
“Ah! So you did realise you were being followed!” She almost seemed proud.
“Obviously,” you shrugged, “It’s not like you were being subtle about it.”
Yelena burst out laughing and you held your breath at the sound. Then she said, “You know, you are very rude and still I like you. It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“It is weird.”
“You still think I am here to kidnap you and take you back to the Red Room?”
You had no idea what to think, so you just shrugged again and took another bite of the strange concoction that Yelena called dinner.
“Don’t worry, little one,” Yelena said, now using the nickname for you that Natasha often used for her, “You can leave here if you want, after you finish eating.”
“I will,” you nodded, even though you had no idea where to go.
Yelena looked at you with some sympathy in her eyes. She remember how uncertain she had felt after being freed, and she hadn’t even been a kid. Carefully, she inquired, “What are your plans?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“I’m sure you will. You are smart.”
You eyed her carefully: was it a compliment or just another trap? And honestly, you didn’t want to talk about your plans, seeing you didn’t have any. You’d rather die than tell her just how afraid you were of the future, how you got scared alone at night sleeping rough and how lonely you felt every day. So you quickly changed the subject, “How did you get that scar?” You pointed at her finger.
Yelena turned over her hand and studied her middle finger, “This? Knife exercise gone wrong. I was ten.” She pointed at your wrist, “That looks like a knife also.”
“Sword.”
“So a big knife. Same thing.” Yelena casually waved a hand.
You narrowed your eyes at her, wanting to prove something, even though you weren’t even sure what, “I didn’t even feel it, I just noticed the blood first.”
“That’s normal,” Yelena opened her vest and pulled down her t-shirt, “Two bullets. Didn’t feel the first one, but the second one hurt like a bitch.”
“Fuck...” you leaned in closer to get a better look at it. “When did that happen?”
“First real mission. I was fourteen.”
Quickly, you flashed you shin at her, “Baton. Broke my entire shin. I was eleven.”
“Pff..” Yelena scoffed and she inclined her head, “A guard gave me a concussion and I woke up three days later. Now, that really hurt.” 
You nodded, officially impressed. “How about this one?” you showed her your right ear, “Frostbite. When I was 8 I got punished for stealing and was locked outside for two nights.”
“Ha!” Yelena laughed, “That’s nothing, kid. Check this out!” She showed you her other foot and one toe appeared to be missing, “A whole week up in Siberia will do that to you.”
*****
“How’s it going?” Natasha inquired.
“I think we’re bonding.”
Her sister sounded sceptical over the phone, “Over what?”
“Scars.”
“Yelena...” she started.
“I’m serious!” her younger sibling interrupted her, “We compared scars and she was impressed and I was impressed and I don’t know what you usually call this, but it is a bond, yes?”
“If you’re trying to befriend a polar bear, yes...” Natasha grumbled on the other end.
Yelena picked her teeth with a knife as she tried to get rid of her ‘Russian dish’. Then she said, “I like her. She is like a fish.”
Natasha laughed, “I hope you didn’t call her that.”
“I did. She didn’t mind.”
“I bet she did.”
Yelena was quiet for a bit, “I’m staying here for a while.”
“Ah...” her sister said knowingly, then added, “So you really like her.”
“She tried to kill me.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Yelena looked over to you and it struck her that you seemed so very small all of a sudden. All this time, she’d viewed you as an equal, but while she was on the phone with Natasha, you were sitting with your back against the wall, watching some cartoon on TV. Silently, you were repeating the lines. Just like we were taught, Yelena thought.
“I’ll tell her you said ‘hi’,” the blonde ended the conversation.
Natasha nodded on the other end, but didn’t speak.
“I’ll tell her that her sister misses her,” Yelena added, more to herself than anyone else.
“I do...” Natasha mused, “I’ll see you both soon, rooskaya.”
*****
As the evening was about to fall, you looked at the strange blonde for some kind of plan. And she seemed to understand what you were asking her, “Go on. You can go. I won’t stop you.”
“You’ll let me go?” you asked, still not quite trusting her.
Yelena studied her hands and decided right there and then, “I’ll stay here, for at least another week or so. I won’t force you to stay with me. You are free now, so it’s up to you.”
“I’ll leave,” you ventured, “I will.”
“You are free to choose.”
Unsure of what to do, you looked at the door, but when you looked back at Yelena, you saw she only smiled at you comfortingly. “I will be here, if you want some more food.”
“Some more ‘Russian food’?” you joked cheekily.
“Yes,” she grinned back at you, “Good, delicious food. You know you want it!”
You smiled back at her and the next second, you had jumped out of the window. But as you were about to climb down the wall, you heard Yelena call after you, “Oh! Your sister, the Avenger, says ‘hi!’”
For the next hour, you roamed London. You had no idea where to go from there. The last couple of days you’d been sleeping in the Underground stations, but it felt strange going back there now. Still, with no other options, you felt the pull of those places once again. Once arrived, the familiar punk kids greeted you with friendly faces, but suddenly it was like you no longer belonged. The thought occurred to you that they had no idea who you really were or where you came from. And there was another prickling image in the back of your mind: only a few miles away, there was someone who did know. A blond assassin who shared your scars. Someone who did understand. A sister maybe?
Meanwhile, Yelena was lying on the bed, being consumed by doubt. She felt completely incompetent for letting you go. All she could keep thinking was: I let a child sleep alone on the streets tonight and Natasha is going to be so disappointed in me. And of course she could tell herself that you’d be fine, after all you had survived and outsmarted the Red Room’s dropping, but it didn’t help much.
Suddenly, she heard a noise and Yelena sat bolt-right up in the bed. Instinctively, she pulled a knife and crouched towards the back room. From there, she could watch the window perfectly. A small, hooded figure climbed in without making a sound. Yelena watched you lower yourself and therefore she made her way back towards the bed, secure in the thought that it was only her little fish. There, she closed her eyes and waited.
You had decided on a whim to go back to the apartment. It wasn’t a simple decision, but it was the easy choice: this was the only place where you didn’t have to hide. Climbing back in through the window was a lot less hassle without all the tourists, and you knew you could do it without making a sound. Carefully, you crept around the apartment until you found the bedroom.
A loud snore sounded from the bed. For a second, you wanted to turn around and run, but Yelena’s sleeping form was somehow a relief to you. So, you did what you normally would never do and you pulled aside the blanket and laid down next to her.
The first few minutes, you were laying there stiff as a board for the nerves, unsure of whether you’d woken her or not. Then, you relaxed and felt yourself getting drowsy. Being in the presence of another widow, it was no longer a threat, but a comfort now. And so you let go.
Yelena heard your heartbeat get steady and waited until it was completely at a calm rhythm. Then she turned around and put an arm around your sleeping body.
You felt her hug you closer, without trapping you in her arms. Your breath hitched, but then eased.
Yelena felt the moments before you surrendered to sleep, and she took these moments to whisper, “Don’t be afraid, detka, I’ve got you.”
Seconds later, you were blissfully asleep.
*****
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seabysiren · 9 months
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rain down on me
summary: a solo mission gone wrong, you found yourself on the verge of death when something otherworldly unearths itself.
[venom!reader]
its silent in the forest. the frozen limbs upon dead bark rustle in the heavy wind as you squint through sheets upon sheets of snow. it would've been blinding had you not had goggles protecting your eyes.
your breath puffs out in silent clouds as you slowly trek through the snow, the crunch only reminding you of the limited time you had out here.
this was it.
the last mission you were ever going to go on. no more laughing with soap and pulling pranks with gaz. no more silent nights with the reassuring presence of your captain late at night. no more scratching pen on paper as the two of you silently fill out paperwork.
no more funny, not so funny, jokes with ghost and soap. or teasing gaz everytime he tried to pick someone up at the bar after a successful mission.
because you were alone. a mission just for you to retrieve hidden intel high into the permafrost of russia.
price trusted you.
the 141 trusted you.
laswell trusted you.
yet here you were in the frigid cold, numbly flexing your hands as you kept a watchful eye out for anyone. anything.
intel said there was supposed to be a base up here. but after days of aimlessly trekking through snow and higher up the mountain, everything felt hopeless.
you didn't have enough supplies to survive weeks. the frostbite would get to you before you found anything.
but still, you trekked on.
you silently counted each step in your head, your gun feeling aimlessly heavy against your body with each step.
one.
two.
one.
two.
the fatigue that shook your body was ignored. you ignored the deadly cold that wanted to lay waste in your bones and make its home deep in your ribcage.
breath in. breath out.
keep going.
there was no radio chatter. no buzzing noise in your ear or a low, raspy voice giving you hope with his shitty jokes and cues.
you were alone.
because this was a solo mission.
get in. get out.
you were the best survivalist in the team. the one who recognized anything and everything edible in forests. who hunted in the desert when supplies ran low and thirst ravished everyone. where the sun was high and you could feel your heartbeat.
because it was you or them. and there was no chance that the squadron would perish with you besides them.
hope bloomed in your chest when you laid your eyes on tracks. not the track of deer or foxes. not the cawing of crows and their beady eyes always watching.
human tracks.
you immediately hunched over, using the brush and snow to hide yourself as you began to follow with renewed energy.
the snow beneath you didn't even crunch as you moved with precision. you didn't hesitate to bury yourself in snow once you heard voices. the harsh accent of russian made you perk as you listened, faintly translating their voices.
"...the package arrives today-" "-make sure everything is ready for the doctor" "...no screw ups..."
you waited until their lingering stopped, their voices growing harsher once another group of soldiers came closer.
this was it.
you kept your gun close as you wadded closer to doom. you laid your eyes on the whole operation. stealth planes running on cleared runways, trucks marked with the infamous russian military logo.
soldiers marching and officers checking cargo.
and there it stood before you. the warehouse and science facility. you muttered to yourself before finding an adequate place to rest. there were too many people here to go in knee deep.
so you climbed the nearest ledge covered in foliage and dropped your bag. you quickly unfolded and donned the snow terrain ghillie suit and made a suitable place to lay in.
you sighed as you propped up your rifle. seems like you were going to be here awhile before figuring out a way to infiltrate without risking your life in broad daylight.
-
it was early. the snow was bleak and tinged a deep blue since the sun went down. everything was well lit as you watched shift after shift through the scope. you mentally noted any squadrons, the officers positions and the parked cargo and army trucks.
you watched as each patrol walked. watched as each person had roughly a two minute gap before the next person would take over. you knew every way the patrol would go, and where they would check.
finally.
this is it.
you took a deep breath before situating your rifle and hovering your hand over the trigger.
your fingertips were freezing beneath the gloves, and you were faintly aware of how numb your feet felt. but you shook it off. there was no time for weakness when you were so close to the finish line.
you narrowed your eyes and stopped your heart.
the trigger was light against your finger as you quickly shot, ignoring the sudden panic that exploded with each person who fell. the blood against the snow was refreshing as you quickly picked off everyone near the runway and within the open warehouse doors.
you had no time to watch them begin to scramble. now was the time, with your gun held safely in your arms you ran.
time was of the essence as you trekked and slid down narrow cliffs, further from the warehouse and closer to the facility.
there would be reinforcements within mere minutes of where you were. but you couldn't stop and panic. there was no way to hide, the only way you were going to survive was with speed and precision.
your boots slid across patches of ice as you heard voices and radio chatter come closer. you dove into the brush and buried yourself in the snow just in time to avoid the running soldiers who were eager to shed blood.
they were getting closer to the perch you were on. but the only thing they would know are the traps and mirrors you placed to mimic a sniper.
you stilled your breathe as you quickly nailed the closest patrol officer with the butt of your rifle, watching him go down as you snatched the badge from his belt.
good.
you were getting there.
you could barely think as your body went through the motions, swiftly turning corners with your rifle ready to dispatch anyone coming across your vision.
but it was almost empty of personnel. good. going all according to plan. everyone should've been drawn to sweep the surrounding areas and look for the possible sniper, while none the wiser that you were here.
because all the important files were in the warehouse. no one would've suspected you were going after the classified files in the facility. of the latest biological weapons that were being produced in the middle of nowhere.
you busted down doors and sweaped offices and labs. bodies fell, blood spilt, glass shattered.
you finally got to the final ward. the testing facility.
your body was hot. the drastic change in freezing temperature to the sudden warmth was wreaking havoc on your body. it made your vision fog as you ripped your goggles down your face, hanging only by a strap wrapped around your neck.
your fingers and feet felt like they were on fire. yet your steps were swift and steady as you let go of your rifle and tore your gloves from your thawing flesh.
you narrowed your eyes as you typed away on the mainframe computer, plugging in a bright blue drive into the side while it scanned and pulled up all documents. the green text flashed at you as you waited with baited breath.
that was until you felt a heavy hit to the back of your head. it made your body spin and your eyes water as you growled, swiftly turning around to slam the nearest filing cabinet into their body.
you were swift as you slammed your rifle down against their torso when they fell, taking out a knife from your thigh holster to press it harshly against their neck.
you cut through the jugular and through the esophagus, wincing slightly at the splatter of blood that stained your ghillie suit.
you flinched as glass broke nearby, causing you to snap your head to the side to locate the source.
the scientist was carrying a jar filled with a strange, black goo like substance.
"the hell?" you muttered, curiosity overcoming you as you watched the almost alive thing wither on the ground before stilling. you looked at the scientist then back at the black substance when it suddenly rammed straight into your face.
"the fuck-" a strange feeling invaded your nerves as you quickly wiped at the foreign substance, flicking the residue onto the ground and wiping it on the labcoat of the deceased person next to you.
but you had no time to ponder when you heard an insistent beeping that made you turn back to the computer and snatch the drive.
you rapidly began typing as you began to install your latest program. one that was supposed to wipe everything on the system and leak every personals involvement with the hidden base.
this was what you came here for.
now all you had to do is make it back alive to the rendezvous spot.
with the hard drive tucked close to your heart, hidden deep within the inner pocket of your jacket you ran. you were uncaring about the way your boots slammed against the pristine tile of the facility. the heavy footsteps of you echoed through the empty walls when you bursted out the door.
the only thing you had on your mind was surviving. getting back to your boys. the team. the 141.
you could feel it. you were so close.
but as you squinted against the harsh light, your heart dropped into your stomach.
it wasn't a few more hours until sunlight.
you gulped as spotlights shown on you, courtesy of the dozens and dozens of soldiers surrounding the exits.
oh.
that was why the facility was so quiet. so... empty
this was it.
this was the end.
as you felt the impact of the first bullet against your vest, you roared.
you had to try. you had to struggle. you had to make it out alive. people's lives were hanging in the balance of this.
and your squad.
your family.
they would've never been able to handle the grief. price would beat himself up with how you reassured him you could do this. no backup. just a heli waiting for you.
desperation rushed through your veins, adrenaline filling your body as you took your rifle and picked off anyone and everyone you could. but the pain was getting to be too much.
it tore through your skin with ease. spilling dripping, red blood down onto the pristine snow beneath you. your breathes became heavy as your vision blurred. your body wracked in pain as everything seemed to slow down.
maybe this was what death felt like.
and as you were about to blackout, you heard a voice.
a strange, deep voice in your head that made you feel strangely at ease.
"time for a feast, little morsel."
-
you gained consciousness when everything ended. confusion and nausea set itself into your bones as you looked around. you no longer donned your ghillie suit, nor your rifle.
blood and organs were everywhere, staining the once white snow in blood and strange fluids.
you panted as you looked around. everyone was dead. demolished. ripped apart. you took a deep breathe before looking down at your gear, covered in blood and bits of flesh.
"the hell?"
your hands were dyed in blood. and as you looked around, you found your discarded goggles, and in the reflection you saw your uncovered face, smeared with blood.
"shit. shit. shit shit. what the fuck is going on!" you muttered to yourself desperately trying to wipe off the endless red stains from your face and gear.
before you stilled at a voice in your head.
just had a snack.
you whipped your head around to look for the source of the voice, but all you saw was mutilated body upon body. not a soul to be seen.
"who's there!" you couldn't stop the way panic flooded your system as you frantically looked around. for something. for an answer.
but all you heard was a deep chuckle in your mind.
no need to freak out, little human.
you looked down at your uniform and squinted at the bullet holes, but beneath was smooth, pristine flesh. without a speck of a wound or scrape.
"did... did I do this?"
there was a pause. before the thing responded.
we did this.
you felt like you were going crazy as you spoke out loud. trying to find any grasps of sanity as you tried to understand.
what was this? "and who is... we?" there was an immediate response. it was strange. having a conversation in your head.
we am venom.
"venom..." you echoed.
you took a deep breath before continuing.
"...is this what they were working on? are you the biological weapon they were developing?" no. there is nothing those lousy scientists could do to great me.
"then what are you?" we are venom. we come from klyntar. you didn't even have to voice out your questions before venom contined.
our home was destroyed. and we came here from beyond the void. we need a host in order to thrive.
"like a symbiote?"
yes.
it was strange. you could feel venom in the back of your head. his voice called to answer every question with a strange amount of patience.
that was until you realized you had to get back. the heli would only be waiting for a certain amount of hours before it would leave. with or without you.
you swore to yourself before quickly looking around. you could barely feel the cold as you began to run towards where you had stashed your bag, close to the distraction sight you were in hours ago.
unimaginable strength coursed through your veins as you ran through the snow with newfound ease. you barely felt tired from days upon days of little to no rest.
venom continued to talk as you got to your bag. you stripped through the ruined uniform and began to quickly dress in your spares. which, unfortunately were black in color.
those people made a good snack.
"what's with you and eating... people?" you shuddered as you hauled your bag onto your shoulder and began to trek away from the ruined base.
your stomach grumbled in protest as bile rose to your throat and into your mouth. you gingerly swallowed.
i need it to survive.
"so i have to eat people for you to... survive?"
you will die without me.
you stopped. dread filled you as you asked the sole question in your head.
"what?" i am keeping you alive. i am constantly regenerating your heart. without me, you would be dead.
you clutched your chest and inspected the old jacket you had worn before. truth be told, he was right.
bullet holes riddled your gear. but the most important detail was the holes that were supposed to go straight through your chest. straight through the heart.
it felt like your throat had dropped into your stomach as you traced the frayed clothing. each bullet hole would've lodged itself into your heart, your lungs, your stomach.
everywhere.
"fuck."
foreign knowledge began to flood your head as you clutched your head in pain. words and languages of the symbiote. of his origin and exactly how he was bound to you. how he was keeping you alive.
and without it...
you wouldn't get to return home to base. no more price or soap. no more gaz and ghost.
nothing.
you gulped heavily as you moved.
venom gave you strength. he gave you power.
he gave you life when you were without.
god.
how the fuck were you gonna hide this from the squad?
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oddheadd · 2 months
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Frostbite °• : ⁠。 - Chapter I / Prologue
Weindigo/skinwalker x Reader
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I look out of my car window and nostalgia immediately washes over me. The forest I used to play in everyday as a child, now coated in a thick blanket of shiney snow hits something in me, something that makes me feel weirdly satisfied. I eye the tiny cottages, each different in their own way and nervously bite the insides of my cheek as I try my hardest to remember wich turn to take.
My mother is dead. Despite my relationship with her, wether it left good memories or not she was a mother nonetheless and she decided to leave her cottage deep in some village, near to Buffalo to me. She took me here a couple of times before when I was a child, but there was some cautionary thingie and people left their homes for a while. Then, when it was taken care of they didn't want to move back in. Having tasted the life in a much more comfortable modern cities, they didn't want to get back to the cold and brutal lands of Haahkéyak.
Now, there's only me and probably 4 more families in the entire place. Isolation will do me good. I'll have more time to finish my book.
I pull over when I see it. All my childhood memories come flooding back as soon as I approach the two story cottage. It's old fashioned, but would still hold up today with it's minimalistic but comfortable design. I grab my luggage, as well as some groceries I grabbed along the way and unlock the front door.
As soon as I enter the familiar smell hits me. Can't really describe, it smells like old people and dust. Despite it's description it brings me comfort... Before I notice that I smell dust because it's quite literally dusty everywhere.
After turning on the electricity, gas and water, I start tidying up a little. Soon enough it starts getting dark outside and I decide to go out before the sundown.
I leave the gates and turn left, looking at the deep, dark woods I used to carelessly play in as a child.
This is a perfect place to finish my book. The setting looks almost exactly what I imagined like, and as masochistic as it might sound spending a few weeks here all alone will surely scare me.
That's what my book is about, a snowy forest with tall trees and the abandoned mansion within. So, now that I stare at the dead looking woods that seem to never end, it gives me enough motivation to go back inside and keep writing the book. I am totally not scared of being out here, in the open, all alone. Shut up.
I go back inside and time passes relatively fast. I make myself some dinner, check out my childhood photos and bring out my laptop to at least finish the chapter.
Then, I turn off all the lights and go upstairs to go to sleep. I get under the heavy blanket and cuddle into my pillows.
I concentrate on my breathing. There's no... Sounds in here, at all.
There's no cars, no drunkards fighting, hell, not even a wind or leaves shuffling - something that would be heard in a heavy forested place like this.
My breaths become slower as my heart clenches and I feel an uneasy shiver run down my spine. I don't like this.
*Tap*
*Tap*
I immediately open my eyes and my heart almost jumps out of its place when I hear the gentle tapping on what seems to be glass.
I let out a shakey sigh as I slowly sit up, looking over the room, trying to spot anything before my teary eyes set on the window in front.
...There's nothing.
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