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maximumkillshot · 8 months

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I Can't Lose You-Part 12

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, mentions of doctors appointments, that's it!

Pairing: BangChan x Reader

Characters: All the boys except Chan, although Chan is mentioned, Reader

A/N: The reader needs a break!!! So here we are. This one is fluffy, it feels good to me. I hope you guys like it! Also, I am pretty sure I had two seizures in the last two days (At least). Thank you to everyone for being so patient. I will try to resume my Friday schedule. Thank you so much for your understanding and well wishes!!

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Bin POV:

“Everyone ready to go?” I asked. Early in the morning the psychiatrist came in to talk to Y/N. They asked me to come in for a few seconds with Han. They let us know that they really didn’t want her anywhere near the house and to stay with at least Han and I, but it was preferable for most if not all of us to be there for at least the first week. The trauma tied to the 3 Racha house is just too much at this point, the doctors were also worried about Chan making the recovery even worse than it already is. Y/N agreed wholeheartedly and with that she was given follow up appointments. Finally the latest blood tests came just before lunch and she was given a clean bill of health and an outpatient appointment for her OBGYN. Felix, Minho, I.N., and Hyunjin all went to the DanceRacha house to start prepping for us to head there. Felix texted me that he had a few surprises for her which made me smile, she needs a good surprise right about now.

I’m still worried about Y/N. The DanceRacha dorms are a good option, but I know that for me, I still have memories tied to Chris there. I’m wondering if that is exactly what she is thinking. I can’t help but worry about it. “Remember the deal with the doctors is for you to be away from that house and with your support system. Are you sure you don’t want a place of your own? I want you to be comfortable as you heal.”

“I don’t have the money for that,” Y/N smiled at me. It was a reassuring one, as if she could read my mind. She and I always had this connection. Whenever I was feeling down she would pop in to see how I was doing.

I remember one time, it was maybe 3am and I was working on lyrics. They were risky, going double the speed of the song's beat, the technique is called ‘double time’ in rapping. Fast spitting rappers do it all the time, think Eminem and Busta Rhymes. It was my first time attempting it and I contemplated each and every syllable like a landmine. Writing it wasn't the issue, it was being able to deliver it while dancing. Those syllables take up a lot of air, not to mention the brutality that comes with dancing and singing at the same time. Our steps aren't insanely difficult, but they definitely take up oxygen like no one's business. So I'd get up, do push ups, jumping jacks, burpees, anything to get my heart rate up to about what it would be when performing, then I'd try to deliver the lines. Doing this is always painful, your body is screaming at you to stop talking, hunch over, and gasp for air. Obviously, we can't do that, so we try our hardest to build endurance. Some are like Chan, who sing while doing cardio (which is insane, by the way, I felt like I was dying when I tried it), some are like LeeKnow, packing on layer after layer of heavy clothing before and during dance practice, forcing the body to exert itself so much that when all of those layers are off, each movement and breath is a breeze (also insanity to do. It feels like working out in a sauna with a weighted, heated blanket on you). Me? I brute forced it.

Anyway, Y/N noticed that I was really getting obsessed with these lyrics and doing them so that I was as close to the line of unhuman speed crossed with physical activity as possible. I'm the fastest rapper in the 4th generation and I wanted to show why I was. Y/N came into my room and said,“Binnie, you need to trust yourself. You know what's best, you have the best instincts I've ever seen. Remember, if you're about to dive in a pool, don't think about the height of the diving board, clear your mind, and jump in. Don't think, just do.”

Even now, through all of this, you would think that a bond like that would be weakened, seeing her like that would make some pull away. It just brought me closer. I am in awe of her. The sheer will to live. The tenacity. The beauty in her broken parts know no bounds. It reminds me of ruins from ancient civilizations. Seeing the beauty in what was, and marveling at what is left. Only the strongest parts are left, the essence of that civilization. She is beyond anyone I've ever seen. Her capacity to love is beyond comprehension.

That's why I am so happy to know her. To really know her. To be the person she reaches for, to ground herself. She trusts me to be there. And I will be. Simply because it’s an honor to love her. Money isn't an object for her.

“Money isn’t a problem, would you like to be in a place of your own?” I asked again. I would spend my whole paycheck on her if I had the chance. She deserves to be spoiled.

“I still want to be at the other dorm, it’s familiar. For some reason I feel safe there. Is that okay?” She asked, looking at Seungmin. Little did she know that we had been talking about this for a bit before she woke up. We knew that pushing this topic on her would be too much, but at the same time, from what Seungmin told me, the doctors were never going to release her to the same house that Chris is in.

Seungmin chuckled, “Birdie, it’s not a problem, you have never not been welcome at my dorm, you know this,” he deadpanned. It is true…all of the boys over that house would get so excited as soon as they heard Y/N was coming over. They’d want to spend the entirety of the visit with her, a lot of the time they would start to pout if they felt she wasn't spending enough time with them. So when the idea came up their eyes lit up. Anywhere she goes, I'm not going anywhere.

“Okay then it’s settled.” I smiled at her, combing a stray strand out of her face. I’m happy that she’s finally getting out of here. She has been through so much in such a short amount of time. She needs to be left alone. I am scared for her. I want her to be safe, and worries keep on popping in my head. How do I protect her? What if saesangs get a whiff that something is wrong? What if the company tried to force her to stay with Chris? What if she takes him back? That part hurt. Seeing how badly she was hurt simply because he was being an asshole. Simply because he treated a diamond like sand on a decrepit shore. The thought made me shake with rage as I looked at the woman in front of me, she looked at me with furrowed brows, that brought me back to her.

Y/N looked into my eyes at that moment, like she was tapped into my brain. She gave my hand a squeeze as she said, “Binnie? What's wrong, talk to me…” she shyly played with my fingers. Her touch was feather light given the bruises that formed on my knuckles. I wanted to tell her the truth about them. My impulse to be honest, making the words bubble in my throat. Right behind the truth of what I'm feeling.

I wanted to tell her I love you, I wanted to tell you for so long. The minute I met you I fell for you, your soft voice, your booming laugh, your corny jokes. All of it. Not just the you before but the you now. I know life is going to be hard for you, I want to be there. I want to stand next to you and catch you whenever you need to collapse. I will give you everything I have. You deserve to know what real love is. I know Chris isn't good for you. You don't need this pain, this heartache, you don't deserve to be treated like an option. You are the one and only person I ever loved and will continue to love for the rest of my life. I want you to be happy, and if it's not with me that's okay. I just want you to know that he isn't the only option. I am just one person, I am sure thousands of men would line up and down city blocks just to see you, let alone have a chance with you. Instead I said “ just thinking.”

There is a time and a place for everything. Telling her right now could confuse her more, make her feel like I just want something from her. That couldn't be farther from the truth. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. The fact that she has been used like this and thrown to the side, expected to all of a sudden tolerate the people that did that to her.

I saw the opportunity to draw attention away and I took it as I said “Seungmin, you have everything?” “Yeah, we should be ready to go soon,” he said as he kept packing all of the random hoodies that were used as pillows when we stood overnight with her. It's been years since most of us slept in the same room as the others. Every few hours a nurse would come in to check on Y/N, sometimes startling her. Everytime that happened Seungmin and I would wake up. We aren't light sleepers in particular, but it was more reflexive than anything. The nurse would quietly remind her that she's safe and all of her boys are with her. No one is going to hurt or sneak up on her. It'd still take a little time for her to go back to bed. Seungmin and I would refuse to even close our eyes until her heart rate went back to resting and her body would be completely relaxed and limp.

Now that things are starting to simmer down I am wondering why Seungmin had this reaction. He's been very strong through it all and he is even going against his nature of just observing. I am wondering what it is that I don't know. I just want to be filled in. Seungmin isn't known for physical affection, instead opting for annoying people he loves until they inevitably get closer to the edge of insanity. It's an odd way to show love, but Seungmin has never been known for traditional methods.

So why is it that he’s calling her pet names and smiling at her that way? Did he always smile at her like that? It’s so comforting, almost endearing. More than anything she is sharing the look. Something definitely happened but I have no clue what.

“Angel, you have all the appointments and all of that?” I looked back to her and she smiled at me saying, “Yup, I just want out of here. It’s been crazy. I just want to cuddle with my boys and watch a movie.” I could feel the sincerity in her words.

It wasn’t too long after that when Han came with the wheelchair saying, “You’re chariot awaits.” I am still really worried about her. She still says the cramps are no joke. Her cravings are still everywhere too. When she asked the attending about it they explained that her body is still going to have those pregnancy cravings for at least a few more weeks. I could see the hint of sadness in her features when hearing that. The only thing I could imagine herself feeling is that it’s another reminder. A reminder of what could’ve been.

On our way to the house I could feel her excitement ramp up. I could hear her giggles as she listened to the radio. She waited and bounced at the redlights. I looked behind me and I saw everyone else in the car smiling lopsidedly as she giggled. Y/N wasn’t known for very big displays of excitement unless it was for something that she really really wanted or missed having.

I could see the color in her face, knowing that if Hannie and I didn’t do what we needed to do, this would not have been the case. Instead, I get to see her smile, feel her laugh a little more, and be thankful for every moment, I always was but now? It’s like I have a deeper love for her. She was already a part of me, but now she is like a vital organ, as odd as it sounds.

As I was in my own thoughts I heard a song play, it was one that I knew she loved. Immediately I felt her hand grab mine, which was on the shared arm rest. Usually if she wanted the armrest she would just nudge me until I relented and shared, but this was different. She laid her arm on top of mine, her hand interlocking with mine as she sang along to the song. I couldn’t help but think it belonged there. Touches are a part of her expression of comfortability. It’s how she communicates, which I happen to know all too well. This had more weight to it somehow. She felt like she knew that no matter what she’d be safe. Which was and still is true.

When we pulled around the corner we were met with balloons in her favorite color on the doorstep. Her eyes lit up as she said, “What’s this?” I just shrugged as I said, “I don’t know, Lix told me that he was up to something but I didn’t really know what.” As soon as we parked Y/N bounced as she waited for one of us to come around and help her.

I think that she was surprised at the fact that we had done anything, period. I know that she has a complex. She tends to feel like she isn’t worth the time. That was something that she told me in confidence one night. Every night she would cry herself to sleep for the better part of 2 and a half years. Hannie and I did not catch it until we started spending weekends with her.

One night I heard whimpering from their room, when I knocked I heard sniffles. I gently pushed the door open, I found her curled in a ball, crying looking at her phone. When I asked her what was wrong she just handed me the phone. On it was a text thread.

Y/N: hey are you coming home? It’s Friday and I wanted to watch a movie with you. Channie❤️: Not this again, Y/N. I’m working, I don’t have time for this. Y/N: You promised you’d take some days off every week, so you don’t burn out. You even said that those days are our days. Channie❤️: Y/N the more you talk to me the longer I have to be in the studio. So you are causing me to be away longer because you can’t be patient. Y/N: I haven’t seen you in weeks, Channie. You are always gone, I miss you and I feel alone… like you don’t care. Channie❤️: bingo! You are right. I don’t care. My phone is getting turned off. Maybe then you’ll get the message that I don’t have time for you. Get some sleep, trust me, don’t wait up.

I held her all night that night, I dried her tears as she clung onto me for dear life. Like I said before, her love language is touch, so to literally be starved of that for weeks from her husband made me feel enraged. More than anything, I wanted to make her comfortable.

I wrapped her in a fluffy blanket of which I called ‘the Y/N burrito’. Then I picked her up while she giggled and placed her on the couch. We watched whatever she wanted. Early into the morning she started craving her favorite snack so we went out in pajamas, got the snacks, and had a movie marathon. It’s one of my favorite memories with her. She started off that night crying and ended it safe in my arms, snacks surrounding her as credits rolled on the T.V.

I brushed her hair back as I stared at her sleeping so peacefully on the couch. The credits created a dim and timid light as I wiped the chocolate from the corners of her mouth. It was about 6am when Chris walked in. He looked annoyed and just walked past us as if we were ghosts.

I recounted this as I saw the balloons, thinking that whatever is inside, she is going to love it.

Han was first to grab her. When Seungmin unlocked the door with the overnight bags slung over his shoulder we could hear a little gasp and some talking. Han held her hand as we walked.

“This is so sweet you guys didn’t have to,” she stopped at the balloons, looking at them as if they were the most precious diamonds she has ever seen. Then when we walked in she started sniffling.

Sitting on the couches were 6 pillow sized plushies, and one giant plushie. Y/N loves plushies, their textures calm her. What got her to cry though, was what each of them represented. The one giant plushie was an angel. The other 6 were a lioness, a crown, a bird, a sunflower , Anya, and the National flower of Korea, the mugunghwa, the symbol of eternal beauty, that one has to be Minho’s.

I have no clue where he even found some of these. Especially the lioness, that one represented I.N.’s nickname for her. Whenever anyone tried to mess with us he always said, “if you think the wolf is bad wait until the lioness hears about this.”

She started crying, “they…. They’re all my nicknames. The ones you gave me.” She immediately went to the angel and grabbed it, hugging it tightly as she cried.

My heart broke and swelled at the same time. She should never have to feel like anyone is going to abandon her. It makes me so sad to know that she was so scared of losing us. All because of one foolish and egotistical man. He deserves nothing, especially not her love. Yet she loved him anyway. That is the type of person that she is.

Felix came up to her and said, “I figured if one of us had to go out and you missed us, now you’ll have a piece of us with you. You won’t be alone, and we’ll always come back to you. So when we leave, you can hold on to them really tight and know that soon we’ll be there.” I could see the tears about to leave his eyes.

If anyone was able to do something this sweet for Y/N, it would be Felix. The way that he cares for her, comforts her, it’s like they share one mind. He knows that she loves plushies. Ones that are so soft she can just sink into them. Chris never really liked too many things in his room. So he always discouraged her from decorating with plushies. He also felt that, although they were cute, they had no place in an adult’s bedroom. Especially not a leader’s bedroom. Most of her plushies found residence in my room.

I had no problem holding onto them for her and sometimes she would even decorate my room with them. Every movie night, before Hannie and I came home, she would grab the plushies and throw them on Han’s bed. She’d decorate with them, with Hannie’s favorite holding a bag of Hannie’s snacks. She’d also have her favorite, she named it Ollie, and Gyu on the bed, with popcorn in the middle.

That always made me smile. That wherever Ollie went, so did Gyu. Whenever I would sleep in the same bed with her, I would grab Ollie and Gyu. One night she asked if she could hold Gyu for a bit. Usually I don’t let anyone touch him, but she isn’t anyone. Without hesitation I handed her Gyu and she handed me Ollie. I remember hearing her sigh with comfort as she talked to Gyu about me. How lucky Gyu must be to fall asleep next to me every night. She thanked him for comforting me and for allowing me to sleep soundly. Even on every tour, she would pack Ollie and Gyu for me to sleep with. The first time she did it, she wrote a note with it. ��I’m going to miss you, but so is Ollie. I may not be able to go with you but Ollie can! Sleep well, have a great tour, I’ll see you soon Binnie!-Angel.’

She looked up at Felix, released the angel, and hugged him as she whimpered a bunch of tiny little “thank you’s” into his chest. I think she realized that all of us know that she is scared. We may not say it but we do. We know and we all love her so much. We are here for her. Even if we may not be there in person, there is no place we would rather be than being with her.

Felix held her and pulled back after a few minutes. He wiped her tears and he said, “come on sit, take a load off. The brownie batter is almost done… unless you want to help?” He smirked at her.

She practically dragged Felix to the kitchen and Minho yelled, “Yah, I’m not done in here!” She giggled and asked what he was doing. I came into the kitchen to see Minho tying tenderloin together. She was watching curiously as he worked. He said, “it is your first day home and we should celebrate that. I’m making beef wellington, and don’t worry I left out the mushrooms, replaced it with onions and carrots for you.”

“Really? Thank you Minho! This is going to be the best dinner, thank you!!” She bounced and kissed him on the cheek. His ears turned red as he said, “okokok go over there with Lix’ you guys can have the oven first since this needs to chill,” he kissed her forehead right before she bolted to help Lix. I couldn’t help but giggle at her as she breathed life into the room.

I could see that she was really touched that he said, ‘your first day home’. Those words meant that now she is home. This is her space as well as theirs, that will never change. I could see her trying to hold back tears as she baked. Once things were baking Lix’ plugged in the switch and we had a blast playing games while we waited for dinner to come around. After everything was baked and made, we all sat down for a nice dinner, like we used to in the shared dorms.

Right before we all sat down Y/N smiled and said, “thank you. To all of you. This experience was hard. It was the hardest thing that I have ever been through to date. It’s because of all of you that I made it. All of you mean so much to me. The thing that really scared me after all of this was what would happen if I lost you guys? My boys. I cherish every single memory with each of you. I love you boys so damn much, you are all my family. Seeing what you did,” she looked at me and Hannie, “Being so strong. Crying with me, holding me through it all.” I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Resisting the urge to nudge into it like I always do.

She looked at everyone else, “The fear that each of you must have felt. I know I wasn’t the only one mourning and coming to terms with things.” I saw her look directly at Seungmin for a split second and went back to scanning the table, “I want to thank all of you so much. This experience was horrific. Because of all of you, I made it out. I love you boys so much. Thank you for welcoming me home.” With that, she sat down and leaned into me, I could tell she was either too nervous or embarrassed.

As we were eating and laughing she looked around the table. I sat down right to her left and Hannie was on her other side. I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I think it was the same for the boys. Two days ago that wasn’t the case. She was fighting for her life around this time. To think that we would all be here, together, a family. It made me want to cry. This is the family that she deserves. Everyone she loves, at home, on time, together. She was so happy and before dessert came out Hyunjin said, “Yongbok-ah phase 2.” Then Felix went running to his room. He came out with a giant comforter and plopped on the living room floor. He then ran to Minho’s room, grabbed his comforter and plopped it down as well. At that point I.N. said, “Movie time! Everyone on the floor!”

Immediately everyone moved to the living room and got a spot except for me. I was helping wash dishes with Minho. When I walked in I could see Minho tearing up as we heard her giggle. I patted his back as I said, “what can I do to help, hyung?” He just shook his head a bit and asked me to help him with the drying. By the time we were almost done with that I heard Y/N calling my name and asking me to sit. I told her that I had to change into my pajamas first and I could hear her ask Lix if she could change in his room quickly. He of course obliged.

Slowly but surely everyone started changing and pretty soon everyone was sitting on the comfy comforters. I didn’t really know where to sit and Y/N looked at me saying, “I know you aren’t thinking about sitting away from me.” I didn’t want to make it seem like she needed to be next to me all of the time, thinking that I would come off as clingy but it’s nice to know that she craves my touch as well.

I sat down right next to her and everyone’s faces had giant smiles. I looked at her and she smirked as she held onto my bicep curling into me. This is one of my favorite places to be. Just next to her as she clings onto me like a Koala.

She was giggling as Felix handed out the brownie sundaes and everyone got comfy. Y/N decided on a comedy for the first movie and out of nowhere she asked me, “You guys were never going to leave me, were you?”

I just smiled at her and said, “Not in a million years. We love you, we always will. Nothing and no one will get in the way of that.” She gave me an indication that she wanted to be closer so I lifted my arm up, that way she could scooch closer to me. I could feel the tears through my sleep shirt as I held her.

“Thank you for not leaving me.” She said as quietly as she could. The truth is, she is someone that I need, someone that we all need. She is a unique type of person. After about two movies most had abandoned the comforter pile. By the early morning it was just me and Y/N. We were laying down on her new plushies. She took her place on my chest. Much like that night from years ago, I wiped the chocolate from her face and watched her form as she slept, credits rolling on the T.V. I smiled as she slept. I kissed her forehead and she intertwined her leg with mine. A few minutes later we fell asleep, with the promise of better days ahead.

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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 3 (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

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The Girl Next Door

You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes

Chapter 3

You attend your first fight club meeting and it causes things to go awry with Hazel.

CW: Canon level violence and gore. Sexual innuendos. Profanities. Angst that turns to fluff.

You are on the edge of your seat, overwhelmed by anticipation all day. You have a few classes with Hazel, but you don’t get many opportunities to talk to her. You are painfully reminded of the way you two had avoided each other all these years when you found yourself sitting far away from her in every classroom.

You share your plan to give the fight club a chance with Isabel and Brittany at lunch. The two cheerleaders share stories about the fights they’ve been in over the past few days with a reassuring enthusiasm. They tell you that they were thinking about dragging you along after they had officially tested the waters. They weren’t sure if fight club was your style of chaos or not, but they are excited for you to join. Though you can't help but notice that they are not quite as excited as Hazel. Your friends were surprised that you knew Hazel at all, which makes sense.

Regardless of being too humble to say it out loud, you are seated atop the throne of the Rockbridge Sapphic Hierarchy. There were queer girls scattered throughout the spectrum based on physical appeal and societal contribution. PJ and Josie are on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from you, scraping the bottom of the barrel. Saying that Hazel was somewhere in the middle would be generous, though she by no means falls under the ugly and untalented category like the other founding members of the fight club. Her adorable face and easy going nature score her a lot of points, at least in your book. You do however understand that not everyone sees Hazel the way that you do. You tell Isabel and Brittany how you and this girl, that is so different from you, are neighbors, neglecting to mention the entirety of the situation.

For the rest of the day you try to prepare yourself for a fight and spending time with Hazel. You are unsure which is the most daunting. After the last bell you take a deep breath before entering the gym. You immediately spot Hazel across the room in the midst of a deep conversation with Josie and PJ. She is still wearing your sweatshirt. You decide to put your stuff down and not interrupt. You barely have time to say hi to Brittany and Isabel before PJ gets everyone’s attention by yelling “alright bitches circle up!” You move quickly so that you can stand next to Hazel before someone else can. You can see her excitement when she tells you “you don’t even know how happy I am to have you here. I’m glad that we are spending time together again.” Your heart is racing from Hazel’s words even more than the anticipated violence. “Alright skanks, let's get started!” PJ screams and steps into the center of the circle. “I’ll go first,” she announces. She paces around the circle a few times before stopping in front of you.

“Who am I to pass up the opportunity to draw fresh blood?” She asks, looking around at the rest of the group. An anxious lump forms in your throat. Hazel steps in front of you. “I told you she was with me” she practically growls at PJ, who doesn’t even acknowledge Hazel except for a push out of the way so she can get closer to you. The alleged delinquent looks you up and down hungrily. It’s like she can’t decide if she wants to kiss you or inflict pain.

“I’m sure she can handle herself, isn’t that right sweetheart?” PJ coos. Hazel tries to protest while you are focused on PJ. “Little miss juvie doesn’t scare me. I can take her,” you declare confidently.

Have you ever called yourself chaotic? No. Have you ever denied allegations of being chaotic? Also no. Do you shy away from chaos? Absolutely not. While Hazel is a true chaotic good you are more of a chaotic neutral. Your ambitions come first and your morality comes second.

You learned the hard way that you could not in fact ‘take’ ‘little miss juvie’. But you weren’t going down without a fight. The experience was exhilarating despite your struggle to hold your own. You make the first move, a simple shove.

“Is that the best you can do?” PJ taunts, disregarding your inexperience, before delivering a punch to your gut in retaliation. You start to double over in pain and PJ’s other fist meets your jaw in an uppercut. You stumble backwards and PJ takes advantage of that, kicking you in the face. You feel the pain seer across your mouth and cheek. “What a shame,” PJ continues taunting, “to defile such a pretty face.” As PJ regains her footing she looks at Hazel and asks “isn’t that right?” Murmured reactions buzz around you. You take PJ’s temporary distraction as an opportunity to dive towards her legs and knock her off her feet. Her head slams against the ground. Before she can take back the upper hand you clamber over her and grab her wrists. PJ has a smug look on her face as you pin her arms to the ground. You glare down at her and say, “I don’t go down so easy. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You thought you were hot shit for about 10 seconds before PJ admits, “normally I would let a girl as hot as you do whatever she wants to me,” and knees you in the chest before declaring “but not this time.” You crumble to the ground beside her. PJ pulls you up off the ground, onto your knees, by your hair as she rises to her feet. She’s clearly trying to get inside your head as she continues to mock you. “You have overestimated yourself princess.” She circles you like a predator hunting its prey. As you attempt to get up she takes you out at the knees in one swift movement. She approaches and hovers over you. You are expecting a final blow but instead PJ leans in really close like she’s about to kiss you. You lean as far away from her as you can. Nevertheless she continues to get closer. When her lips are about a centimeter away from yours she grabs you by the hand and pulls you to your feet. Everyone applauds, signaling the end of the fight.

“I have to admit babe, I’m pretty impressed. I never thought someone so dignified could also be so scrappy” PJ confesses with a sly smile. “Really?” You scoff, not letting her get inside of your head.

“Yes. But you’ve got a lot to learn. A pretty girl like you, I’m more than willing to teach you everything I know.” She offers with a wink. You roll your eyes at her. This wasn’t the first time PJ has flirted with you and could only assume that it wouldn’t be the last. Brittany is clearly the girl she has her sight set on but she treats you like a backup plan for when she is inevitably rejected by the very straight, out of her league, cheerleader. Not that you weren’t out of your league. The fact that you were also a lesbian caused her to be bolder than she usually is with others. However, this felt personal and you can’t tell if she wants you or wants to be you. You leave the center of the circle and PJ trades places with Josie, who looks around trying to figure out who she’s going to challenge.

You take back your spot next to Hazel. She subtly inches towards you. She puts her hand on your shoulder and her lips get close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Are you ok?” She whispers. You give her a nod and she searches your face for something, though you aren’t sure what it is. As she steps away from you she doesn't go far, staying much closer to you than she was originally. Her hand slides down your arm, finding itself in yours. Her hold on you lingers for a moment before she fully lets you go, as if she’s afraid of what might happen when she does.

There are a lot of fights including a variety of match ups. None of PJ’s other fights get taken to the level that yours did, although she enjoyed getting pinned down by Brittany a little too much. You are very thankful that you only participated in one fight because you are aching all over. Everyone else seems to be handling the pain a lot better than you are. It must be something you get used to. Feeling a little dazed, the longer the meeting goes on, the harder it is to stay on your feet. Once the meeting has concluded the circle disbands and you collect your things. Hazel had taken off your sweatshirt before the meeting to avoid getting any blood on it. She puts it back on and timidly approaches you. “Want to walk out with me?”You just nod your head because your mouth and jaw hurt so much. Your silence seems to make Hazel even more nervous.

As you push through the doors to exit the gym she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and asks, “so, what did you think?”

You just laugh. “I think I got my shit rocked.”

“I know, I know. But you knew what you were signing yourself up for. You saw me after yesterday's meeting. I will admit that you were at a disadvantage. What I meant was how did it make you feel?” She starts to fidget with her rings, drawing attention to her hands, making you lose your train of thought. Hazel looks at you expectantly and you try to regain your composure as fast as you can.

“I’m not sure why, but I think it felt… good? I was able to let go of my inhibitions. I felt the pain instead of my feelings.” Hazel playfully punches you in the arm, which is fortunately one of the few places on your body that doesn’t hurt. “Why do you sound so surprised?” She teases “I promised you. Pinky promised. You know that’s practically a blood oath to me.”

“There was definitely blood,” you begin, then mumble “but your promises don’t hold the weight that they used to.” You weren’t sure if you wanted her to hear that or not so you left it up to fate.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hazel questions. She’s not angry, just hurt. Her eyes grow wide with panic.

“You know exactly what that means,” you snap at her. The fire of all your hurt and resentment burns through the feelings of longing and nostalgia. In rare form, Hazel is at a loss for words. She starts to break out in a sweat.

“You know what, I am feeling pretty good and I’m not ready to let go of that yet. We are not going to do this right now.” You continue on, leaving her behind. You no longer hear Hazel’s footsteps on the linoleum floors. She’s stopped dead in her tracks. “Please,” she calls after you, her voice strained.

“Hazel, I told you I’m not doing this right now.” You hear her approaching so you stop and turn around “You’ve been acting like nothing ever happened. Did you think I was just going to forget? Or did you forget because you weren’t the one that got left behind?”

Tears begin to well up in Hazel’s eyes. Her voice cracks as she tries to plead with you, “please, just hear me out, I promise I can explain…” You cut her begging off. “It’s not worth wasting your breath, Hazel. I promise.”

You turn your back on her as tears start to fall from your own eyes. You’re stomping away at first but you can’t get away from her fast enough as your heart breaks all over again. You start to run. It triggers an escalation in your physical pain, but that doesn’t stop you. You are too far into your own head to notice whether or not she is following you.

When you get to your car you throw your bag into the passenger seat and slam the door behind you. You don’t even bother to put on any music. You peel out of the parking lot and drive well above the speed limit while the effects of your injuries continue getting worse. You know that you probably shouldn’t drive like this, but you needed to get the fuck out of there. Once you are parked in your driveway suffering washes over you. Your head falls to the steering wheel and you begin to sob. You had never let yourself cry over Hazel before. Years worth of pain pours out of you, an agony far worse than any physical damage could ever cause. If she had punched you in the face it would at least only have left a temporary mark. There is nothing you can do but let the heartache eat you alive. You have tried to ignore it, but you are in love with Hazel. You wonder if she has any love for at all. If she did, why would she do this to you?

You have no idea how much time has passed when you hear a car pull up next to yours. You turn and see Hazel's car in her driveway. “Fuck!” You scream, balling your fists and pounding on the steering wheel. You sling your bag over your shoulder and make a break for it. You only manage a few steps before your fight catches up to you and you go down. Hard. You hear Hazel coming towards you repeating “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” until she is knelt down at your side. You turn away so that you don’t have to look at her and she can't see your puffy red face.

“I know that you don’t want anything to do with me, but you need to let me help you.” You can’t stand the effect that she has on you as you weigh your options for a moment. You ultimately end up nodding your head in agreement. You are not sure you could even make it into your house on your own because your head is spinning from the pain and tears. You take a deep breath and turn your head towards her. Hazel’s hands gently move to your face, wiping away your tears and telling you that it’s her turn to take care of you. She puts your bag over her shoulder and wraps her other arm around your waist to help you up. Hazel brings you inside, and helps you get comfortable on the couch.

“First aid kit?”

“Bathroom. Ice packs are in the freezer.”

It’s been a while but Hazel knows her way around. She rushes around your house and quickly returns with everything she needs. She warns you that she is going to have to get close to you before she kneels down in front of you, settling between your legs. She passes you the ice packs and you put them where you are feeling the most pain.

“Do you have a hair tie?” She asks. You nod and hold out your wrist. Hazel takes the hair tie and tells you to turn your head. You oblige and she gently pulls your hair away from your face and into a ponytail. You hold your breath the whole time.

You wince in pain as Hazel attends to your split lip and cheek laceration. That doesn’t stop the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when she touches your face. Your heart nearly stops when her fingers brush over your lips. Once she finishes cleaning you up she sits back on her knees and assures you that you won’t need stitches. You’ve had enough time to calm down so you tell her “you can talk.”

“Are you sure?” Hazel is very hesitant and a little afraid.

“I’m listening.”

“I want to start off by telling you how sorry I am, and that I only did what I did because I thought that’s what was best for you. I never wanted to hurt you and I thought that letting you go would cause less harm than holding on. I was going through so much and I didn’t want to drag you into it. There were things I couldn’t talk to you about. Couldn’t talk to anyone about it. I had all these feelings… they were so strong… and I didn’t know what to do with them. I didn’t think that you would understand and it felt like I was going to lose you one way or another. So I bit the bullet instead of stringing you along. By the time I came to terms with things it was too late. You had already moved on. You had new friends and popularity. I know now that I was wrong. I was young and stupid and in-“ she pauses for a brief moment and mumbles “in deep.”

She returns to her previous tone and assures you that “no one has ever been as important to me as you are. You never stopped being important to me. I haven’t gotten close to anyone else because no one could ever replace you. I’ve spent every day since I let you go regretting my decisions but I was also too scared to do anything about it. I hate myself for screwing up my one opportunity to have you back in my life. I’m not asking you to forgive me. All I ask is that you believe me when I tell you that I never meant for any of this to happen and I’m really, truly, sorry.” Hazel is the one crying now. She anxiously waits to hear what you have to say, clearly in distress. You take a moment to collect your thoughts. Your brain is in fight or flight mode, telling you to lash out, but your heart is telling you that it’s time to forgive and forget. So you turn to your intuition.

“I’m not going to forget what happened, but I do believe you. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t missed you” All these years the ‘why’ had cost you countless hours of sleep. You finally have an answer and it gives you a sense of peace. You trust Hazel. Not just because of her history of honesty, but because you know that she is a terrible liar. You needed to get your feelings out, though you should have known you could never stay angry at her. You are hopelessly in love with Hazel Callahan, the girl next door. The tears stop falling from Hazel’s blue eyes and they are filled with a new sense of hope. You reach out to wipe the tears off of her face and she smiles. She throws her arms around you and holds you tight. “I’m never going to do anything like that to you ever again,” she whispers in your ear. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.” You pull away, arms still around her, your faces mere inches apart. A smirk creeps onto your face. “Anything?”

“Yes. Literally anything. Whatever you need and whatever you want. Now that I have you back I’m never letting go again.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

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A Pound of Flesh:

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen!reader

Word Count: 1000ish

Synopsis: Reader is the first born daughter of Rhaenyra (with Daemon, they had an affair after Jace’s birth but before Luc), she normally was the quiet, reserved one, who adored her books more than life in court, but in order to protect her family there is nothing she wouldnt do, even if it meant great pain, but maybe it will be the start of something so much more

Warnings: threats, targcest, kinda strangers to enemies to lovers?, I don't know if missing anything, Slight UA, at storm’s end Luce doesn't die

A/N english isn’t my first language and its not beta’d

A/N2: MDNI, 18+ only

A/N3: Flashbacks/translations/thoughts in italics

A/N4: I have an idea to continue this but I want to test the waters first so please enjoy and let me know what you think!!!!

A Pound of Flesh:

“Please Mother, let me go with Lucerys” you pleaded Queen Rhaenyra, folding your hands in front of you. “I have this feeling something bad is going to happen and I want to be there to protect him”

Your mother looked down at you from her position at the head of the stone table “I already said no, Y/N” she said in a demanding tone. “He is being sent as an envoy not a warrior, the Stags will not harm him” she waved her hand at you in a dismissive fashion.

“I will go Mother, with or without your approval” you slipped out uncharacteristically, shocking not only the Queen but yourself as well. “I don’t understand this feeling but I know I need to go but I prefer to have your consent.

Locking eyes with Rhaenyra, she sees the urgency storming in your features. “I allow this if you will finally perform your duty and agree to a marriage match I decide on, my daughter”

You nod in approval and briskly head for the door. Stopping a few steps before it, turning your head to get one last look at your mother saying only slightly louder than a whisper “thank you”

You take off on your dragon following after Luc, flying as fast as your dragon can take you to reach Storm's End. The feeling of dread only grows in your lower stomach as the rain pelts down on you, the dragon dodging the strikes of lightning from the heavens as he flys. Although the journey to Storm’s end is short, it’s dangerous and it feels like forever because of the weather.

Finally reaching your destination and landing in the courtyard, a stroke of lightning illuminates the shadowy figure of Vaghar who lets out a menacing roar behind a stone wall. Meaning her rider must also be here trying to get Borros Baratheon on the side of Aegon in the potential war. The sight causes you to run faster, pushing past the guards and servants in your way to get to your brother.

“I demand payment for my eye” Aemond screams at your little brother in the throne room that you just barged into. Seeing Aemond lunge for the smaller boy, you immediately dash in front of Luc, shielding him from the threat

“You want your pound of flesh Aemond? Fine, I shall pay it, take my eye” you lift your chin giving him better access to your eye. You stare at him in a daring manner. Do it, take it, I must protect Luc and I must put a stop to this madness.

He comes impossibly close to you, his lips mere inches from yours, staring in your eyes. If an outsider was witnessing the both of you, without hearing the moments before, they would have assumed it was two people madly in love, approaching a passion filled kiss.

“Luc, leave us now” without moving or breaking eye contact with Aemond you push your brother towards the door “please”

Aemond raised his dagger, bringing it closer to your face. The action filled with hesitation which surprises you. With the tip of the blade within centimeters of your eye, the world seems frozen in place. Everything and everyone else seems to disappear and nothing heard over the sounds of Aemond’s heavier than normal breathing.

Aemond’s eyes never leaving yours

You whisper in high valyrian “Nyke shijetra ao” (I forgive you)

The first time you saw Aemond, It was before he lost his eye. You were enamoured, his quiet demeanour entranced you. You both became fast friends bonding over books you’ve read.

He loved you. “Let’s marry when we are older” he would often whisper promisingly to you, one he planned to make a reality.

After he lost his eye he drifted away from you. You often felt like you were chasing after him, and yet he would avoid you at all costs, Aemond was just always out of reach. Years went on like this, he became darker, more closed off, bullying those around him to fill the void he didn’t know was left by you.

He wore adulthood like a badge of honour, nose held high but that never stopped you from loving him.

“Clingy whore, leave me alone, I don’t want to be around you. Get that through your thick skull” He yelled at you after a particularly hard battle when you got too close.

That was the last straw, the last thing he said to you and you to him. The look of hurt on your face burned in his memory haunting him every time he tried to sleep. After all he said the most hurtful words purposely so you would finally give up on him and go and find someone truly worthy of you… someone unlike him…someone not mangled. It broke your heart and his.

You you repeated in high valyrian “Nyke shijetra ao” (I forgive you)

And the clanging of the dagger was heard echoing throughout the halls… Aemond dropped it. He spared you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” tears welling up, threatening to fall.

You stood there frozen, heart pounding as Aemond fled the throne room heading for Vhagar.

Part 2

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grapefives · 1 year

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TEAR DUCTS | HC

zoro and luffy (seperately) with a (fem)lover that is half dead (and has their mask fall off)

background; y/n (an ex princess from an off-grid island) was hurt badly in a war between her kingdom and another, to the point she was left like a chewed up corpse. self sacrificing was all she could do to end said war, but in order to remain alive and travel, she used an acient magic spell to seem “normal”. after a recent battle, she forgets to use haki to bounce off as much damage as possible, causing the spell to lag.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff + descriptive gore + cursing

as soon as he sees you take the blow from the enemy, he spares you at most a glance

he knows you can handle it, you’re strong.

plus, he saw sanji back you up

but what surprised him was that you ran away

“Y/N!?” he asks, dodging his enemy’s attacks casually but worried and confused as to why you ran away

he battles his enemy when the other gets angry and goes full out. (still didn’t last that long but he put up a decent fight)

when everyone starts walking back to the ship, he sees chopper running as well.

“y/n is hurt!?” chopper screams, worried.

“is that why she ran?” luffy questions while catching up to his crew.

“i saw her bleeding,” sanji sobs, “i should have done better-“ he pauses, and then kicks luffy, “YOU should have done better!”

and luffy frowns, wondering just how serious it is.

as everyone files inside the ship, he wonders about what exactly made you run, you’re stronger than this

he sits down on a barrel, waiting for chopper to appear again, with either you trailing behind or some news

nami huffs, “you should go see what’s up, not sit around!”

luffy stares at her, “she’s fine, chopper’s got her-!”

“luffy! y/n doesn’t want to open the door to the operation room!” chopper sobs, “and i smell blood! plus!” he hugs luffy’s leg, “she keeps cursing to herself!”

“why don’t you bust the door down?!” luffy asks

“just go!” nami yells, and luffy bolts towards the room.

he knocks, testing to see if you’d open to him, which you do.

but what he sees doesn’t really… resemble you..

or.. the you he knows?

“y/n?” he feels worry bubble up, “what’s… a-aren’t you in pain!?” he goes to turn around to call chopper but you pull him in and close the door.

“l-luffy,” you heave, “listen-“ you stumble over your words, “i-“ you stare at him, seeing his eyes widen with horror at your real physique.

“i’m a zombie.”

his eyes snap towards you. “what!?”

you bite your inner cheek, “okay, not really a zombie but also yes?” you blush at his stare, “i just said it for you to understand more,” you look at him pleadingly, “i promise i was going to tell you sooner! i don’t really like how i look, especially now after a battle-“

“how’d it happen?”

you stared at him, eyes glassy. “i… i went through a war several years ago… most of these… spots where only bone is showing is due to how my body was rotting before the spell finally worked.”

“spell?” he furrows his brows. when it comes to you and anything you say, he takes it seriously.

“yes, a spell that makes me look more presentable. more… human.” you say softly, “i died before the spell activated, my kingdom slowly forgot about me and by the time i came back to life, i was just a walking corpse-“

“like brook!” he says, surprised and amused.

you nod, “like brook,” you smile a bit, realizing you had someone with a similar experience. “armament haki helps protect the spell, any harsh attacks makes it lag for quite a while-“

“so this is you?” luffy asks, “and..s they’re not from our battle?”

you shake your head, “no, no these are from my past.”

“why’d you hide?” he asks, “you look cool.”

you blink, “ah-“

“i’m just glad you weren’t hurt right now, but… do they hurt?” he asks, prodding at the ripped flesh gently.

you smile, feeling light. “no, they… they’re kind of numb. all the part intact are what feel the most pain.”

“like?”

“like my heart, my back… mmm, as you see my neck is sliced half way, so everything above it, like blows to my face i feel-“

“oh, so,” he grins, pulling you close, “you’d feel a kiss?”

you blink, more focused on how easy it is for him to touch you in this state. “y-yes-“ and he cuts you off with a gentle kiss

as you melt, you can’t hell but remember there’s still so much more for him to know. as well as the fact your crewmates will also learn the truth.

but knowing luffy, the man that holds your heart, is not seeing you like some sort of monster, you only smile and feel like you could face anything and everything.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff (?) + descriptive gore

when your body slams into his, mid battle, he grunts.

“you okay?” he asks, trying his best to worry over you while fighting off some lame bladed loser (that’s somehow putting up a decent fight)

“n-no,” you groan in agony, you’d think because he’s human he’d feel a little fleshy but really it felt like you were thrown into a wall.

your nails scrape some dirt and you grip some grass, fighting back vocal pain. his eye darts down to it, and to his horror, your hand looked at chewed up, almost shredded to the mere bone.

“HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU OKAY!?” he asks, sending the enemy flying far away before crouching down to help you.

“huh? yeah, i’ll just walk it off-“ you freeze when you see his face.

fear and confusion. a look you knew well.

fear and dread seeped into your bone, you jolted to your feet and tried to make a run for the ship, hoping you could hide and later on gaslight him once the spell stopped lagging

but he grabs your arm- thankfully the one that is mostly flesh, and pulls you back.

“y/n.” he says sternly, but you can hear the fear and confusion in his voice. “we need chopper,” he states, ready to drag you towards the doctor, not caring about who he’s fighting.

“NO!” you dig your heels into the ground, strong enough to put up a fight. “PLEASE! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“THAT FUCKER HURT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE-“ he turns to you, noticing more past injuries of yours that the lagging spell is revealing. “how are you alive!?”

“I-“ your heart is beating in your ears, no one else is around, the two of you had strayed too far as the fight had began.

it was just you and him.

“zoro-“ your voice cracks, unsure how to even start. “this-“ would he still love you? still be affectionate? “this is me.”

“no, you need cho-“

“zoro!” you yell weakly, nerves eating too much of you. “this- this is the real me! i-“ you barely see him through your tears, “i’m a walking corpse! i used a spell to make me look normal! to make me look human!” you lower your head. “i know i look horrible! you- you don’t have to keep-“

you stop talking when zoro lets go of you. for a moment, you feel a pang in your heart.

negativity flooded your mind.

but then he sits down on the grass and closes his eye, almost like he’s meditating.

“sit.” and you sit.

“zoro-“

“why would i care what you look like?” he asks, opening his eye to loom at you. “not in a bad way,” he corrects himself. “your looks are like a plus to me,” he says, “i love that you’re strong. that you stand your ground. you’re levelheaded and so much more. whatever you went through to get those injuries, i’m betting it was pretty badass of you.”

you state, in full shock. “i-it was…?”

he smiles, “want to tell me what’s up?”

you take a deep breath. “um…” you wipe your tears away, “i… i belonged to a kingdom. it was at war, a few years back. my injuries weren’t as bad as they seem now,” you raise your hand to your neck, “i sliced my neck and took my own life to put an end to the war.”

“hm?”

“both kingdoms wanted me. as a puppet. just for face. but if neither could have me, there was no point to anything. so… i ended it… but before it, i casted an ancient spell, so that i could come back to life. it was supposed to happen quickly but it took a while, my body was starting to decompose and the injuries i had taken were the first to do so..”

“like a zombie.”

you smile, “yeah, somewhat.”

“then how come you’re like this right now?”

you look away, still uncomfortable. “i forgot to use my armament haki, to take less damage. any strong and harsh impacts cause the spell to lag.” you mess with a piece of flesh sticking out of your palm.

“hey,” he calls for your attention, you give it to him.

“hm?”

“c’mere,” he extends and arm.

you shake your head, “zoro, i’m all skin and bones! literally! brook would have so much joke material with me!”

but he gives you a look.

and you realize he doesn’t care what you look like. how different you’d feel.

“y/n,” he says softly, “you’re still y/n.”

you scoot in, heart racing. “zoro…” you say, still hesitant.

he grabs you anyway, pulling you close to his body. “tell me.”

“tell you?” you question, tense and with a desire to push him away.

“everything.” he says, “everything i don’t know about you.”

“there’s not much…”

“y/n… you’re still y/n.”

and you don’t understand why you burst into tears.

all you know is that zoro… is zoro. and zoro still loves you.

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x female reader #luffy x female reader #one piece x y/n #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #luffy x y/n #zoro x y/n #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #tw

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starlightrosa · 4 months

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Hey! I got one for digital circus! If you’re not wanting to do it thats totally cool!

With Caine being AI and not having a previous life outside the circus, I think he would be rather confused and intrigued by tickles once he found out about it. And knowing Caine, he’d probably wanna test it out on all the circus members just cause their reactions would be amusing to him and fluffyness would ensue!

That is all, have a wonderful day Lovley!

Smile For Me

Summary: Caine's a bit fed up at the fact that his circus crew just will not smile. So he takes it upon himself to make them smile, and along the way, he finds out some very useful information about each of them.

Word Count: 2.2k words

Warnings: censored swearing, Caine is a teasy AI, cute alert.

A/N: ahhhhh nonnie i'm so sorry this is late! I've been so busy, and then I got sick which took me out for a while :( thankfully i'm no longer bedbound and managed to complete it this morning <3

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Caine was a bit fed up today. Everything just seemed so dull. His circus cast weren’t having fun at all. His adventures weren’t being well-received, and everyone just seemed so gosh darn grumpy! Caine tried to get everyone used to the circus when they first arrived. He assumed wacky fun was how to make anyone laugh or even a smile to appear on their faces. But Caine didn’t hear a single giggle from anyone, nor see a grin. And it was starting to frustrate him.

Sure, he might only be some lines of coding and a program within a game, but why was it so hard to bring smiles to these kinds of people?! Something had to give, and Caine pondered this even as he worked on his top secret project in the Void, his Wacky Watch beeping occasionally to track the crew’s movements, ensuring they were staying in the bounds of the circus. And luckily, they all were.

Maybe it was the project annoying Caine, but his fingers twitched as the AI pulsated with extra energy. This sometimes happened, but it felt worse this time. He needed a way to get out this jumpy energy, so out of impulse, he left the project alone and teleported into the tent. Right near Ragatha, who was walking by.

“RAGATHA!”

The doll screamed and hit the floor pretty hard, landing with quite an audible ‘OOF!’ noise. Caine gasped and flew to her side, the AI checking if she had been hurt.

“Gracious, my dear! I’m so sorry if I startled you! Are you hurt? Oh, what am I saying? You hit that floor most hard indeed!” Caine rambled, his gloved hands softly checking for sore spots.

“I’m fine Caine, plehease just- AHAHAHA!” Ragatha squealed, as she felt Caine poke into her side, right above her hip. Caine retracted his hands.

“Is that a sore spot? Oh dear, Ragatha! I’m so very sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me, Caine.” Ragatha assured, biting her tongue against further giggles.

“Well, then… what was that noise that left your mouth, if not a pained noise?” the ringleader asked.

“Oh, I’m just kind of ticklish there, Caine. You got me by surprise.” Ragatha explained. Caine blinked, taken aback. A question mark appeared out of the top of his head to further display his utter confusion. That was a word he didn’t know.

“Tick-lish? Tick-uh-lish? What is… what is tick-lish, Ragatha?” Caine asked, sounding the word out slowly, to try and get a deeper meaning of it.

Ragatha sighed, a small smile pulling at her mouth. “Okay, so the plural is called tickling. Basically, you touch someone and if it makes them laugh, it means that they’re ticklish. And when it comes to tickling someone, you can try mostly anywhere. There’s different tickle spots for any person, if they are ticklish. Like a person’s sides, hips, ribs. Anything, really. It just kind of differs between different people.”

Caine could feel his digital fingers wiggling on instinct the more that Ragatha explained to him. It sounded fun, plus it sounded like a surefire way to make someone laugh! Which was exactly what Caine was after when it came to his circus crew.

“Might I tickle you, Ragatha?” Caine asked, his voice very blunt and to the point. Ragatha’s smile turned wobbly as she softly held her hands up in front of her.

“Caine, don’t be silly. I-I’m not ticklish.” she lied. Caine didn’t believe her at all.

“My dear, you just told me you were. I don’t think lying to me is going to get you very far.” he said, even as he snapped his fingers. His ringleader outfit changed to a cowboy outfit, complete with a digital rope appearing in his hands. He lassoed Ragatha like a cowboy and pulled her into his arms, the ringleader holding Ragatha in a soft hug, her back pressed against his hip as his gloved hands snuck along her back.

“Yee-haw! I got me a ticklish dollie in my hands! Whooooo, boy!” Caine cheered, his AI voice switching to a Texan accent very briefly. Ragatha pursed her lips hard against the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“Y-You sound rihidihiculous, Cahahaine!” Ragatha teased, wriggling softly in the ringleader’s grasp. Caine gasped in mock offence.

“Oh, how very rude! Why, such rudeness is not permitted in my circus!” Caine declared, as his hand that was not holding the doll squeezed into her left side. “Is it ticklish here?”

Ragatha gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth, muffled giggles going into her hands as she closed her real eye, the button one remaining stubbornly open. Her shoulders bounced softly as she fought to keep her laughter quiet. Caine’s eyes shone a little. There was some laughter, that he coaxed out of the ticklish ragdoll. Good gracious, finally!

“Why, your laughter is sweeter than angel food cake!” Caine stated. Ragatha couldn’t exactly blush, but she felt her face grow warm all the same.

“Hahaha, Cahahahaine! Lehehehet gohoho of mehehe!”

“If you say so.” Caine said, letting her go as requested. Ragatha sighed as she dusted her dress off. She really had not expected that to work. She thought for sure that Caine was just going to ignore her and keep tickling.

“This is most intriguing. I must go test this on the others!” Caine said, his AI mind buzzing with theories as to the other members’ tickle spots.

“Go do that. But leave Pomni alone. She hates being touched. Like, she really hates it.” Ragatha murmured softly.

Caine could see she wasn’t joking and he nodded. “Alright. I shan’t touch Pomni. But the others are fair game, right?”

Ragatha nodded, and Caine’s eyes shone with mischief. “Lovely. Bye now, Ragatha.” he said, flying through the circus, on the hunt for another circus member to tickle silly. And then he saw a purple ear disappear around a corner, and he chased after it.

“Hey, Jax!”

The purple rabbit turned around. Upon seeing Caine, he looked very irritated. “What do you want, Caine?”

“I want to ask you something, Jax!” Caine said, adjusting his gloves a small bit as he looked upon the taller one.

“Which is? Make it snappy, I’m a busy guy.” Jax responded.

“Are you ticklish, Jax?” Caine asked, his mismatched eyes focused entirely on Jax’s face. Of all the things Jax was expecting Caine to ask, that most certainly was not one of them.

“Uh-“

“I take it that’s a yes!” Caine said. “So now I’m gonna tickle you.”

“Oh, no the (SPROING!) you’re not!” Jax called back, running off. Caine flew after him, the ringleader chuckling mischievously.

“Running was a bad idea, my friend! If you just stayed still, this would have been so much easier~”

“(HONK!) YOU!” Jax shot back even as he turned a corner, panting softly as he turned his head, rapidly looking for somewhere to hide. But to his dismay, when his head turned back around, Caine flew towards him and trapped the rabbit in a tight backwards hug.

“Gotcha, Jax!” Caine declared, his fingers immediately going to work, spidering up and down Jax’s sides. Jax spluttered out a string of incoherent curses before the bunny fell into laughter, squirming desperately in Caine’s arms.

“CAHAHAHAINE, STAHAHAP!” Jax cried out, hiding his smile. Caine saw him doing this and tutted, the AI chuckling to himself.

“Let me see you smile.”

“CAHAHAHAINE, YOU LITTLE (SPLAT!)” Jax cursed. Caine sighed. How rude.

“Now, is that any way to talk to me? Where’s your manners, Jax?” Caine asked, one hand grabbing Jax’s hands and pulling them away from his mouth.

“CAHAHAHAINE!”

“Your laughter is oddly endearing. I think I may just have to tickle you forever.” Caine stated clearly. Jax spluttered in protest.

“FOR (DOING!) SAHAHAHAKE, STAHAHAP!” Jax pleaded. Caine chuckled and let go of the rabbit immediately. Two down, two to go. He wasn’t going to touch Zooble or Pomni, so that only left Gangle and Kinger.

“Where’s Gangle and Kinger, Jax?” Caine asked, still feeling that ticklish itch in his fingers. Jax scratched his head a bit as he calmed down from the giggle fit that Caine had unceremoniously shoved him into.

“And why the (SPLAT!) should I tell you?” Jax asked defiantly. Caine just shrugged.

“If you like, I can just tickle you again, since you seemed to enjoy it~”

“Uh, I think I last saw ‘em chatting to each other at the main stage.” Jax said, immediately spilling to avoid a round two from Caine. Caine was a good tickler, and Jax didn’t exactly want to get on the wrong side of that again.

“Good. Alright, bye.” Caine chirped, twirling his cane as he went to go find the last two at the main stage.

Kinger and Gangle were engaging in a conversation about bugs it seemed. Gangle had on her tragedy mask again, and Kinger was talking about butterflies.

“-See, Gangle, there are about 17,500 species of butterflies known to us, 750 of those species in the United States alone. This one is a tiger swallowtail, or known to us as Papilio glaucus, native to eastern Northern America. You can recognise them by the black and yellow marking on their wings!” Kinger rambled, getting a bit lost in his insect hyperfixation while Gangle let him carry on.

Caine came up and waved to them. “Hello, you two!” he greeted. Gangle squeaked and her hands instinctually came up to cover her face, while Kinger turned around.

“EEK! Oh, h-hi Caine…” Gangle murmured.

“Hi, Caine.” Kinger greeted. Caine flew down to meet them.

“What are you two doing on this fine day?” Caine asked.

“Oh, I was showing Gangle my butterfly collection! I have tiger swallowtails, skippers, metalmarks, monarchs. You name ‘em!” Kinger chirped happily. “Anyway! How can we help you?”

“Are either of you two ticklish?” Caine enquired.

Gangle squeaked and hid her face deeper in her ribbony hands. Kinger hummed and then nodded, not seeming to catch the teasy tone in Caine’s voice.

“Well, we both are, yes. Gangle more so than me. But why do you ask?”

That was all the answers Caine needed. He grabbed one of Gangle’s hands and one of Kinger’s hands, gathering them in the same hand to hold them each tightly. Preparing to go for Gangle first, he chuckled as he softly began to spider along her ribbony stomach. But to their shock, Gangle squealed and wrapped herself tight around Kinger’s abdomen, already squirming a little with anticipation. But then Kinger started to softly laugh.

“Hahaha! G-Gahahangle, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!” Kinger pleaded softly. Caine begun to have an idea. If he could play his cards right… he could tickle them both at the same time.

Kinger or Gangle? Kinger… or Gangle? Hard choice. But considering Gangle was right there… yeah, she would work.

Caine chuckled mischievously as he switched his focus to Gangle, walking his gloved fingers along her ribboned hands. The red ribbons she was made of felt soft on his hands, and the giggles he heard from her indicated that Gangle was feeling all of this as well.

“C-Cahahaine! It tickles, it tickles!” Gangle squealed out. Caine laughed along with her as he kept up the tickles. Kinger was getting tickled too from Gangle’s wriggling, which ended up tickling him.

“Who knew you two were so ticklish?” Caine teased, smirking. He didn’t even have to tickle Kinger, Gangle was doing that for him!

“GAHAHANGLE, STAHAHAP!” Kinger cackled, the two falling back onto the floor. Caine followed them down and kept tickling Gangle, which caused the poor ribboned miss to laugh harder. Which in turn meant more squirming. And THAT meant more tickles for Kinger.

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Gangle argued. “AHAHAHA! CAHAHAINE!” she screeched. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh, not here? Not on your ticklish little ribbon legs? Why ever not?” Caine asked, where he was tickling the backs of Gangle’s ribbony knees. “They feel so soft here! I could tickle them forever.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” Gangle shrieked, squirming for all she was worth. Her high pitch laughter intermingled with Kinger’s deep chuckles, creating a melody of laughter that Caine adored.

“Hah! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” Caine said, gently letting go and helping Gangle unravel herself from Kinger. Caine felt happier seeing his circus crew smile, if only for a fleeting moment.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Caine grinned, that ticklish energy in his hands finally dissipating, with the ringleader making to leave. Only to be caught by Kinger’s hold.

“Uh-uh. What about you, Caine? Are you perhaps ticklish?”

“Preposterous, Kinger. I am just AI. Lines of coding. Impossible for code to be ticklish.” Caine declared, trying to put on a bravado. In truth, he didn’t know. But by the look on Kinger’s face, he was going to find out one way or another.

“You sure about that, dentures?” came a voice from behind him. Caine was filled with a sense of anticipatory dread as he saw Jax and Ragatha slowly approaching, their hands outstretched and wiggling. Kinger grabbed him and hoisted Caine in the air, as the circus crew took their places around him, ready to all rally against the ringleader. He gave them laughter, so they were gonna dish it right back.

“Now, let’s be reheheasonable here! P-please! PLEHEHEHEASE! WAHAHAIT! JAHAHAX! RAHAHAGATHA! KIHIHIHINGER, GAHAHANGLE STOHOHOP! NO NO NO NOHOHOHO!”

#rosa writes fics #tadc tickles #lee!ragatha #lee!jax #lee!gangle #lee!kinger #ler!caine #we keeping to the canon that pomni hates touch with anyone she don't trust #tadc tickle

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arenabreadandbiscuits · 5 months

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Okay I got one that's kinda funnyish: Vox has always wanted to try this experiment but Alastor has never allowed-- What would happen if someone stabbed his head with an angelic knife? Like, he changes it out his heads out all the time, so it should be fine right? The first time he told Alastor this theory he had, Alastor knocked him out for three weeks. And when he woke up, Alastor made him promise (there was a deal involved that Vox wouldn't stab himself with an angelic knife) and so He didn't bring it up again. He brings it up with Valentino eventually, and Valentino agrees with him. It should be alright, but Vox doesn't trust Val to run Voxtech incase something does happen so he puts off the experiment until he finds Velvette and she makes Overlord status. She thinks about it when he brings it up, and tells him give her a few years and then test it out.

When Velvette finally gives the okay, it's around the time Alastor's finally healed from Adam's attack (not that the Vees know that) and Valentino's actually pretty excited. He gets to do an actual science experiment! He excitedly tells Angel Dust, as he let's him go early and heads upstairs.

Vox grins as Val picks up the angelic blade, and Velvette shakes her head "Okay, ready? Go!"

Valentino slams the blade into Vox's screen, and Vox *screams* agony shooting through him.

Valentino's eyes widen in shock as pain goes through him a few minutes later, a black tentacle tearing through his stomach.

Alastor appears, antlers scraping the ceiling as he gently pulls Vox to his chest, one arm protectively caging the whimpering media demon. Radio dial eyes set their sights on Valentino, hate gleaming in them as the Radio demon backs into the shadows taking an unconscious Vox with him.

I hope y'all know I really love these.

Writing Alastor plus his possessiveness over Vox? Yes?

To start, imagine Vox's surprise when the blade turns out to actually hurt a lot more than he originally thought it would. Val doing the stabbing would probably makes things worse like imagine Vox whimpering, pissed because Val did it before he was actually ready, refusing to listen like always.

Alastor punishing Val for such idiotic actions really heals my cold, dark heart. Bro needs to be handled and out of everyone they have he HAD to use the blade on Vox?

Honestly Alastor might be sure that without Vox the other two really are as dumb as a bag of rocks.

Like not killing both of em the second he sees them while Vox lays, tucked safely and comfortably in his arms is killing Alastor. He wants to handle them now but with Vox literally bleeding out he mustn't.

I do feel that with Velvet Alastor would probably kill her with no hesitation, the only reason she'd survive is if Vox someone convinced him too after he wakes but up but there's truly no saving Valentino. No matter what Vox tries to tell him Alastor always keeps an eye out for the next time he sees the moth demon.

Vox would honestly be torn at first? Like he's betrayed at the fact that they did such a thing without his health seemingly being thought of so it really manages to get to him which pisses Alastor off because he's literally right there? Why is Vox dwelling when he was here with him now? Honestly it's giving a bit yandere 👀

Angel probably accidentally mentioned it at the hotel and immediately after hearing it Alastor disappeared to go find the vees.

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bigasswritingmagnet · 2 months

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Gkika Gets Got

Fandom: Girl Genius Summary:

"A girl likes to pay her debts, ya?" "So, what did you do for the Jӓger lady?" "Nothing much. She's makin' more of it than she should."

Gkika gets badly wounded on a raid. To her surprise, she is rescued by a mysterious man who seems neither human nor Jӓger; a man who is determined that she live to fight. Gkika would prefer to crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment.

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Damn.

Don’t get confident. Her father had drilled that into her head over and over and over. Don’t. Get. Confident. Always assume your enemy is better than you, and fight accordingly.

But nooo, Gkika was the bigshot raider now, Gkika rode with the Jӓgers, Gkika had made it through two raids without a scratch, Gkika was invincible.

Und now, hyu got three whole arrows in hyu, cauz hyu so good at dis.

The one in her side had hit her ribs. She could have pushed through that pain, but the two in her thigh… There was a reason she was crawling her way through the stagnant water at the bottom of the ditch—which would mean infection even if she could get out of here.

There were no tryouts for riding with the Jӓgers, no tests, no athletic requirements. You either lived long enough and fought well enough to be offered the draught, or you didn’t. If she died here, would they even find her body? Would they all say she’d died because she wasn’t good enough, or would they think she panicked and ran? Like a coward.

If she could just get out of the damn ditch.

As if in immediate response to the thought, something grabbed her by the straps of her leather cuirass and hauled her up. Gkika thrashed wildly, her jaw clenched tight—absolutely no screaming, not for anyone’s amusement. The arrow in her side caught on the dirt wall of the ditch, and the pain—

Gkika woke slowly. Her wounds still throbbed a dull, burning ache. She felt pressure on her stomach and something hooked onto her belt. But she wasn’t dead or caged or being torn to pieces by angry villagers, and that was a good start.

Her face was pressed against something soft. She cracked open her eyes and saw a wall of rough green fabric. Where was she?

“Ivan vill be okay if ve tie him to de horse,” said a voice. “Alrik is still breathink but he von’t vake up. His head iz all fonny lookink.”

“Make a sling and take him home. At this point, the Heterodyne is the only one who can put him to rights, if anyone can.”

The voice wasn’t familiar, but the way it rumbled right through her made Gkika realize she was slung over a shoulder like a sack of flour, held in place by a hand on her belt. Gkika shut her eyes again, and felt humiliation rise in her face like a sunrise.

“Found a couple of de town boys, too, dead.”

Oh no. She knew that voice.

“Did you take care of it?

“Ya, ve found some canvas und wrapped dem up. Got deir hats, too.”

That was Goomblast, the biggest mouth in the world literally and figuritively! Who everyone knew had been personally told by Zog that he’d be made a general as soon as he learned how to keep a secret for two seconds in a row! By sundown, every person in camp would know about this—Mechanicsburg would know about this—the Polar Lords would know. Subterranean mole people who had never seen the sun would know that Gkika had run headfirst into a hail of arrows like the idiot she was.

“Good. Go back to camp, get them buried, get Alrik to the Heterodyne. Don’t wait up—I need to patch this one up, first.”

“Heh. No kiddink.”

Gkika barely heard the sound of the Jӓgers leaving over the flood of her own mortification.

After a few moments, the voice said

“They’re gone now. You can stop pretending.”

Gkika let out a long, miserable groan.

“Just leaf me to die,” she pleaded.

“No, I don’t think I’m going to do that.”

Her “rescuer” did not put Gkika down, and Gkika couldn’t walk anyway so knew there was no point in getting mad about it. So while he carried her through the forest—with no sign of obvious effort—she hung there and let herself wallow in self pity.

An eternity later, he said, “I’m going to put you down now.”

“Good. Leaf me here.”

His response was to sigh and—with infuriating care—lay her down at the mouth of a cave. Gkika refused to look at him.

“I’m going to check if it’s clear. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Oh, hyu so funny.”

He disappeared inside. After a moment, there was a cacophany of growling and hissing, and Gkika considered using that as cover to go find a rock to crawl under. But no, she wouldn’t get very far, and it would be all the more humiliating to have him drag her back.

The man emerged, cleaning blood off of his sword. Gkika glanced at him to see that his face was familiar enough that she knew she’d seen it around camp, but not so familiar she had a name or background to attach to it.

Without a word, he sheathed his sword and scooped her up again.

This time she examined him more closely. He didn’t look that much older than she was, or less human. The strength said Jӓger, the lack of fangs said new Jӓger, but the way he’d given orders spoke of an authority that no freshmade Jӓger would be granted.

He gently lay Gkika down on a bedroll already spread out, and began to putter around the gave, seemingly oblivious to Gkika’s wary watchfulness as he moved spider-wolf corpses out of the way and lit a fire.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, and Gkika saw a spiderweb of scars across his skin, more than any human could survive in the space of a single military career.

“Vut is hyu?” she demanded.

“Name’s Agnar,” he said. “Though I might change it soon. It’s getting a little out-dated.”

Gkikg was about to point out that that was not what she’d asked, when Agnar began to set out bandages, ointments, and unpleasantly sharp looking little tools.

“I told you I wasn’t leaving you to die,” Agnar said, though Gkika hadn’t spoken.

He helped Gkika to lie back, and propped up her side so he could get at the arrow. Then he handed her a thick piece of wood, which Gkika set between her teeth. Fancy Heterodyne medical mumbo jumbo or no, this was going to hurt.

Gkika threw her arm over her eyes.

“Hy vvff hy vff fff.”

Agnar removed the stick.

“Hy vish Hy vuz dead,” Gkika said.

Agnar replaced the stick.

“You’re going to wish it even more in a second.”

He was very right.

Gkika nearly cracked the stick in half, and did not judge herself for the tears of pain that streamed down her face as she fought to keep still. She passed out twice: once when he’d pulled the first of the arrows from her leg, the second time when it was over, out of sheer relief.

When she woke, she was bandaged, the pain was a thobbing ache, and Agnar was cleaning his hands with something sharp and metallic smelling. For a few minutes, she watched him pack away the supplies in silence.

“Vy?” she asked at last.

“Hmm?” he said, not looking up as he began to slice a hunk of spider-wolf meat off the bone.

“Vy stay und risk hyuself to help me?”

“Ain’t much of a risk.”

“If de pipple from dot town find us, dey vill kill uz both.”

“If they find us, they will certainly try,” Agnar agreed. He speared the meat on a spit and set it over the fire.

“Hy izn’t even a Jäger! Hy is just vun of de idiots dot rides vit dem. Vy vaste hyu time?”

“Not a waste.”

“Hyu iz avoiding de qvestion.”

“Heh. Spose I am.”

Gkika pushed herself up on her elbows and glared at him. He at last looked up at her and tucked a smile away in the corner of his mouth; held up his hands in surrender.

“You think you’re the first person to ride with the Jӓgers to almost get themselves killed doing somethin’ stupid? Most people who go riding with the Jӓgers die doing somethin’ stupid.” He paused, thoughtfully. “Most Jӓgers, too, come to that.”

“So?”

Agnar’s expression grew more serious.

“You didn’t get killed doing somethin’ stupid. You survived doing somethin’ stupid. Hit with three arrows, fell into a ditch, stuck in there for nearly five hours, and you were still movin’ around when I found you. I could have put you on a horse, same as Ivan, but that’d run the risk of more damage. As it is, if you’re careful about keeping the wounds clean and you go see a doctor when we get home, you’ll be fighting fit in time for the next raid.

“I said it wasn’t a waste, and I meant it. A person tough enough to survive taking three arrows makes for a good fighter. But a person who can keep going after that, who can push through the pain, who can flat out refuse to die? That is the kind of person who survives the Jägerdraught.”

Gkika stared at him. Agnar did not respond, but waited for her reaction.

“Hy neffer said Hy vanted to be a Jäger.”

“But you do.”

Gkika looked away.

“There’s two types of people who ride with the Jägers: the ones who do it for fun, and the ones who don’t. The Heterodyne doesn’t look for Jägers in the ones who are here for the fun, and the only way he knows which is which is if someone tells him.”

“Hy iz not ready yet,” Gkika muttered. “Hy’z not good enough.”

“It ain’t about when you think you’re good enough. It’s about when the Heterodyne thinks you’re good enough. Let me tell you: it takes a hell of a lot less time to learn to be a good fighter than it does to learn to ignore the part of you that worries you’re not good enough.”

“Hy vill be!” Gkika growled.

“Sure. But you’ll be ready before you feel ready. S’how it goes for pretty much everybody. It’s natural,” he assured her, pulling a pipe out of his pocket. “When we get back to camp, go to one of the generals and tell them you want to be considered.”

She snorted.

“Zog vould neffer allow it. He hates me.”

“You annoy him,” Agnar corrected. “Which, to be fair, you do on purpose.”

Gkika scowled.

“Iz not my fault he can’t take a joke,” she muttered.

“Fortunately for you, Zog does not get to decide who becomes a Jäger. The Heterodyne does. And if Zog puts in a bad word for you with the Heterodyne—not that I think he will, but if he does—I’ll put in a good one.”

Gkika snorted.

“Und de Heterodyne vill listen to you,” she said, disdainfully.

Agnar reached into the fire with his bare hands and drew out a red-hot coal. He lit the pipe, tossed the coal into the fire, dusted off his steaming fingers, and leaned back against the cave wall.

“Yup.”

It struck Gkika all at once, and she opened her mouth. Then she shut it.

“If Hy say vut Hy tink hyu is,” she said, carefully, “und Hy iz right, iz dot a ‘hyu heff to kill me’ type ting?”

There was a gleam in Agnar’s eyes, but it seemed like a good one.

“Tough and smart. That’s good.”

Gkika decided to take that as a yes.

She ate the spiderwolf meat, which was gamey and strange, but filling, and fell asleep. When she woke, night had fallen and the fire was banked to coals. Agnar was staring into the dull red glow and smoking his pipe, the two lights casting strange shadows on his face. He looked no older than before, but the proportions of his face were…off, somehow.

“Vut if dey make fun ov me?” she asked.

“For what? Taking an arrow to the ribs and living to tell about it?”

“For needink to be rescued.”

“Oh, they’ll give you grief for it, no ifs about it. If you laugh with them, or make the jokes yourself, it’ll die down faster. Fightin’ ‘em on it just encourages them. But laughing at you ain’t the same as losing respect for you, which is what you’re actually worried about.”

Gkika scowled.

“Und hyu know me so vell, do hyu?”

“I’ve known people like you.”

“Haff dis conversation a lot, den?”

“Only when I think it’ll work,” he said. “And only when I think it’s worth it.”

Agnar put out his pipe and lay down beside the fire, tipping his hat over his eyes.

“Rest up. We leave at dawn.”

“Vill Hy be able to valk by den?”

“A little bit.”

“You iz going to carry me again, izn’t hyu.”

“Only to my horse. You’ll ride, I’ll walk.”

“Sidesaddle,” Gkika said, suddenly. “Like a fancy lady.”

Agnar didn’t tip his cap up, but she saw him smile. They fell silent, the night hush falling in around them.

“Tenk hyu,” Gkika said, suddenly. “For puttink me back togedder. Und de odder ting. Hy owe hyu—”

Agnar waved a lazy hand.

“Relax, kid. It was a little patch up and a pep talk. Nothin’ to hold over yourself.”

Gkika decided to say nothing, for now, but in her heart knew she owed this man more than she could ever repay in a single lifetime.

But Hy vill have plenty of lifetimes, she thought, determination settling in her bones. Because Hy vill be a Jӓger.

#girl genius #axel higgs #mama gkika

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//might have gotten a little carried away with this one but whatever :) @from-ultra-space //

You wake up on the floor of one of the large indoor training facilities and feel pieces of your equipment slide off your chest. Given the sounds of your partner yelling out commands from the other side of the room, you hadn’t slept through all of her practice. Frankly, you were surprised she was still goi- Suddenly a bright flash of purple light consumes your vision and startles you. You flinch and quickly sit up. An attack, an Ultra Beast, you have to move. You scramble against the wall and feel the sharp pain of a screw digging through your gloves. It shocks you enough to calm you down though, and realize it was just a Dragon Pulse from Stinger. There is nothing here to fear, Cassius has it all under control. Now, you should get back to reassembling your tools before another screw hurts someone.

Time passes and your equipment diagnostics finish up. You were proud of yourself for being able to tune out Ulva’s training while you worked, really. Perhaps by becoming more used to being around battling Ultra Beasts you could be cleared for a longer mission to Terra. Your last trip was… well you still weren't quite sure how to describe that world. The main surprise was the prevalence of pokemon in the people’s daily lives. You didn’t think that your aversion to these creatures would prevent you from going on missions there but you liked to be thorough, and it seems the only way for a thorough exploration of Terra was with the close company of pokemon. You would have to ask Osmund or Cassius if they could help you set up a training plan of some sort to help. Speaking of Cassius, you can hear her calling out to you… She’s yelling… “Move…” “Nori, move…” You look up to see Stinger flying full force towards you. The world seems to slow as you watch a Dragon Pulse charge in the beast’s mouth. Cassius is yelling at both of you now, screaming and running as fast as she can to try and grab you. But she doesn’t make it. There is a second of searing pain before you find yourself in a similar moment.

It’s your first mission. You check you readout and find that the energy levels have drastically increased. Osmund had just told everyone to head back, so why was she yelling at you to turn around? What did the readings mean? Then, the air in front of you splits in two and you know why. A massive Buzzwole claws itself into the world and locks its eyes and attenne in your direction. Osmund is running for you, trying to tackle you to protect you from what’s coming next… but she never reaches you. The beast slams into you with its full weight and you yell in pain before the scene changes again.

Now you walk down the enclosed hallways of URS headquarters. You’re talking with a few of the older members about the recent tests being done on the Ultra Beasts Zossie and Dulse had helped capture. It was a bit of trouble getting them into the HQ and calming them down but now you were free to study their behaviors without the fear of them trying to attack you. Zossie was someone you looked up to, both of you being younger than many of your peers, especially when you started. Then, the sound of banging echos down the halls. One of the Pheramosa had been let out somehow and seems distressed. It stops right before it reaches you and everyone else in your group takes a few steps back. You were shaking. It was unpredictable, too fast to read, too strong to stop. Still, you knew about UB behavior. You had to calm it down, you had to do something. It shatters your right arm before you even have a chance to move out of your defensive stance.

The pokemon center is quiet, not even Tod is talking. Your heart is racing. You shouldn’t have agreed to this. You know you should help her but there is so much you don’t know. You’re scared. Still, you look up and meet Pandoria’s eyes. The sight of her new features brings back memories. A voice screams in your head to do something while another yells back that she would never hurt you. You stumble as you try to take a step back. But while you’re off balance the decision to trust or to flee is made for you. The feeling of claws digging into your side is unmistakable.

You are young. Much too young. You don’t recognize this moment. You can’t get a good look at your surroundings and you can’t seem to move. You’re scared. Unbelievably scared. You run backwards, afraid not just of something but of what you’ve done. You trip just as a blinding wave of red light rushes at you. And as you fall you hear your name being screamed and instantly know that you won’t hit the ground. The darkness consumes you and all the pain rushes back. You have to run. An attack could come from anywhere at any moment. These creatures are unpredictable. Dangerous. Run. Run. Run.

NGHAH! Ghh…

It is was not real…it did not truly happen…you were not there. But, there was actually one with you there. Just in someone else’s perspective.

Why here? Why now? Just when I thought I would escape memories of constant anguish…

Some of the people in those visions…I know them… And I may know whose nightmares these are. Stars above…the pain. The fear. I knew he was afraid of Ultra Beasts and I knew that these fears have not yet subsided, but now I know why to an extent.

Nori…how could I be so blind to fail to see the plights of an ally?

#tw injury #tw nightmares #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotumblr #irl pokemon #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokeblr #pandoria answers

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omegaworld · 2 years

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Different Species [Alpha Marco x omega reader] - part 3 - Final

Important to understand the context

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Final

Word count: 947

Wano arc story spoiler

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Almost 7 years after they met, Marco was now commander of the first division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Y/n also had the chance to be commander of her own division but she decided to stay in Marco's.

That night á years ago was 'forgotten' and they both went back to what they were trying to ignore the feelings they both had to the fullest. Throughout those years Marco's mate never showed up, let alone Y/n's.

Currently Y/n and Marco were on a mission, they had intercepted a message about a Lunaria that was trapped on that island before being handed over to the government and went after it. Unfortunately it seemed that it was all just a trap by the Beast Pirates, King and Queen ambushed the duo and to make matters worse Y/n couldn't concentrate as he could swear that King's scent was familiar to him.

In a moment of distraction Marco is pinned to the ground by Queen leaving Y/n and King face to face, she was ready for an attack but is surprised when all he does is remove his mask and smile at her

"A-Albert?!?"

Y/n asks in shock. Was that him? It looked like him.

"I'm glad to see that even after all these years you haven't forgotten me."

Y/n is still paralysed in shock unable to register that her childhood friend was there alive. However King seizes the opportunity and with one swift movement he lowers himself to Y/n's height and kisses her. At that moment something runs through Y/n's body and she opens her eyes as she feels wings sprout from her back.

Marco looks at the whole scene with horror, he remembers Y/n telling him about this, the healing properties of the first kiss between fellow Lunarians. Oh the poor alpha's heart couldn't accept that everyone was really right, that he and Y/n because they are of different species are not mates. He couldn't accept it, not when his whole being was filled with anger and screaming for him to rip that alpha out of his omega. And at the same time a feeling of defeat and sadness filled him, it would be selfish for him to do that now that she had finally found her mate. She was his omega, the one he loved but she didn't belong to him, not anymore.

Y/n seems to finally recover from the shock and pushes King away pushing him away as he looks in shock at his wings testing to move them. King has a beaming smile and soon starts talking about how they are mates throwing up confessions and promises, he was too caught up in his speech to see the way Y/n's eyes glittered dangerously.

When King finally notices his silence he holds out his hand but Y/n slaps it away and spits on the floor in disgust before speaking.

"Who did this shit?"

She asks as Queen shouts indignantly.

"Shit?!?!!"

"It was you wasn't it?"

Y/n looks angrily at Queen who looks away overcommitted, indignant and proud at what her invention had done.

" S/n, babe"

Albert calls out but Y/n quickly shoves a punch into his face sending the unprepared alpha away. Using the opportunity of a very shocked Queen she picks up Marco and quickly flies away.

"That insolent girl! When I catch her she'll see the shit!"

Queen shouts angrily but King interrupts him wiping the blood from his nose

"It's not worth it"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT WORTH IT?!!!"

King sighs touching his nose lightly.

"She's always been faster than me at flying. We won't be able to catch her, the plan has failed"

King sighs as Queen continues to babble on about how genius her inventions are. Kaido was not going to be pleased.

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As they fly away Marco watches Y/n's tears fall. Why was she doing this? She was abandoning her mate! Spotting her boat Y/n poses with Marco at the galley and Marco orders the rest of the crew to return to her father.

Watching her cry Marco's chest contorts in pain

" Y/n, he was your mate because-"

"NO HE WAS NOT!"

She shouts causing Marco to flinch before sitting down on the ground.

" Queen probably did something to activate my healing factor, Albert is not my mate"

Marco sighs sitting down next to her.

"Just because he's from an enemy crew you can't deny he's your mate"

"It's not like that at all! I simply know he's not my mate!"

"The healing factor has been activated. How are you so sure?"

"Because how can he be my mate if kissing him for the first time with healing factor doesn't even come close to the feeling of simply being near you?"

Marco's eyes widen, he wasn't expecting this. Could it be? It had been so long since he had met her, so long since he had fallen in love with her and so long since he had guarded his feelings. Maybe just this once 'shit' he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to see, he wanted to know what happens, to know how it feels if he just kisses her.

Holding Y/n's face with his hands Marco eagerly places his lips on hers. It is at that moment that they can both finally feel, that feeling and the love they both shared, their mates were never somewhere in the world they were all the time right under their noses. Marco pulls Y/n into his lap deepening the kiss before they have to pull away for breath.

Looking at her now Marco doesn't know how he ever doubted that his mate could be anyone other than her.

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Umireread: Turn of the Golden Witch: Chapter 2 - Wonderful Utopia

The following contains spoilers for the entirety of Umineko. Please do not read if you are yet to finish it.

This is a promising chapter name. I presume we’re in for quite the fantastical time, then?

Not content to just monopolise the scream market, Jessica’s VA corners the funny market with an extremely exaggerated read on hugs and kisses. I honestly couldn’t imagine reading this without the voice acting.

Ah, I suppose the scene we opened on wasn’t the first time she saw an aquarium then - although it does say something that she can go on that date again and have it feel like the first time. Young love, eh?

This is an interesting one to think about - Yasu definitely wouldn’t have seen this in a positive light. I can’t help but wonder where things would be if George had tried to be a little more forceful.

I suppose this falls more towards a Bern-esque hypothetical that rips the guts out of the characters for the sake of a story - the answer would be that a fundamentally different George erases the human that Ryukishi has built up inside him, and the plot effectively doesn’t happen with an early exposure of Yasu as Furniture.

God man. I love Jessica so much. My heart really breaks for her all the time.

Yasu is unsettled by how extreme her Beatrice persona is, the lengths she has forced her to go to revoke her status as Furniture - but none of this would have been possible without that very forceful push to destroy the status quo.

I, too, loved having my imaginary friends mess around with others when I was younger.

I’m… pretty ambivalent towards all this discussion of the mirror and the torii shrine? I’m not seeing much of a deeper meaning here - beyond the initial assumption of it being the adornment of the test of the bombs - so all the framing of it as a magic sealing mirror that stopped Beatrice from existing falls flat for me. The fact that it’s discussed in this much detail makes me think I might be missing something here, but I’m starting to suspect that it is just intentional misdirection.

I remember being extremely bored at the start of Episode 2 on my first read, but man, it’s really out for blood with anyone rereading it. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise that the sections focusing so heavily on ‘Furniture’ hit harder once you know the connotations behind it, but man.

We have an angel and a devil on the shoulders here - one of them is telling you to abandon the concepts of love and be content to live a pitiful existence as furniture, and the other is telling you to kill everyone in the world.

We’re just lampshading that here and now, I see?

While I suppose we’ve already dug into a lot of the framing of fantasy and reality in Episode 1, Episode 2 sure is starting strong with it here. Maybe things are terrible. Maybe life is pain. But if you believe hard enough - you convince yourself of the fantasy, you seek out the magic - the sea can be deep blue to you too.

It’s interesting seeing all these conversations through the lens of internal dialogue - of Yasu convincing herself of things, swayed by her many aspects - but for the most part there’s not much to add beyond acknowledging it. This is a great scene, but it mostly speaks for itself, you know?

Umineko and NieR: Automata sit in a very questionable hall of fame where they make a poignant scene comedic by censoring the word “love” and letting our immature minds fill it in with any other four letter word we desire.

Over a million words to comprehend the meaning of a single sentence. It sounds insane, but it’s so worth it.

It’s really weird seeing Kinzo outside of the study. His sprite feels so out of place on a sunny day.

There’s a few moments of disconnect here where the sprites are yet to change to the emotion that the text is describing, which gives you odd combinations like this.

The answer was there all along Kinzo, you just had to make an imaginary girlfriend and pretend Beatrice was still there with you.

…I jest about that, but come to think of it, isn’t that partially the truth? The servants make a point about how they buy into the illusion of the Witch for Kinzo’s sake. I know that’s partially a hint towards Yasu’s existence, but I can’t help but wonder if that’s part of it as well. Of course, mandating servants to indulge in your fantasies means they are not treating them with love, but with compulsion; and, as hard as you try, you cannot obtain magic by sheer compulsion. Kinzo’s many years as a sorcerer are more than proof of that.

I feel a little underwhelmed by the chapter name being “Wonderful Utopia”. I suppose it’s reflective of Yasu’s honeymoon period following the establishment of Beatrice, where she can enjoy the temporary joys afforded by a relationship with George, but I think I was expecting something a little more… juicy, I suppose. Ah well, it’s not like we’re leaving the flashback period any time soon.

#umireread #umineko #umineko spoilers

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hemera989 · 2 years

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aren't we just terrified?

vampire!steve harrington multiship • 3/? • 7703 words "This girl must have muscles of solid iron, because no matter how hard Jonathan tugs at her, she refuses to budge. It’s awful. Steve is screaming these horrific, wailing cries like a hit cat on the side of the road, inches away from death and yet unable to die. They only grow worse by the second and Nancy is crying and Steve is bleeding everywhere and Jonathan, he- he knows what he has to do. (There are vampires in Hawkins. Go fucking figure.)”

ao3 <prev ch> <next ch>

“Okay, um… beartraps.”

“Check.”

“Gasoline. And matches, too.”

“Check on both.”

“Stakes?” At Jonathan’s pained look, Nancy sighs, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she rifles around, elbow-deep, in their box of supplies. “I know it sounds crazy, Jonathan, but the superstition had to start somewhere, right? We’ll just… be testing it.”

“Can’t go wrong with a- um, pointy thing,” he says, clearly trying to get on board even if it’s clear he doesn’t share the same thought. He gives it another look, sighs, and then, “Okay, what’s next?”

“Gun?”

“Check.”

“Silver knife?”

“Check.”

“Um, rational plan? Oops, looks like you guys are fresh out, guess it’s back to the drawing board.” Nancy heaves out a sigh, closing her eyes. She loves Steve; she does, she really does, but of all the times she likes to hear his voice, this is not one of them. Nancy opens her eyes and looks at him, lips pursing. He must not appreciate what thin ice he’s on right now because he throws his hands up and groans, like somehow, he’s the one suffering idiocy here. “C’mon, Nance, seriously? You’re not seriously doing this.”

She raises her eyebrows, bewildered. “What, just because you told me to? Really?”

“Don’t turn this into a feminism thing because honestly, I don’t think Jonathan should go either.” The mention of the other boy makes Steve visibly uncomfortable, and it takes all of Nancy’s self-control not to start massaging the budding headache between her eyes. She’s kind of at her limit with stupid teenage boy drama today.

“Look, you said you wanted to make it up to us, right?” she asks. Steve hesitates, but after a moment, he nods. “Then stop talking. Okay? Nobody’s making you stay here. Just… go back upstairs.”

“And let my- let you go out and get yourself killed in my backyard trying to find Barb’s killer who may or may not just happen to be a supernatural creature?” he demands.

It’s the wrong thing to say. Irritation spikes, and Nancy glares at him. “We saw what we saw, Steve.”

His shoulders fall, and he’s practically mumbling it when he says, “Doesn’t mean you have to be the one to go out there.” And then, louder, “The police are already on it. If there’s anything like- hell, Nancy, like vampires involved, what can we do that they can’t?”

When Nancy is alone, with no one else but her own thoughts to keep her company, she thinks about Steve. About Steve, yes, but more often, about Steve, and who he is. Because as much as he hates going along the path his dad has laid out for him, it would still be preferable to this life of mediocrity he seems to have resigned himself to. He’s the kind of person who’s perfectly happy to stick his head in the sand and take life right down the center. Nancy hates the idea of spending the rest of her life being a housewife with a husband and kids to spend her days looking after, but that’s exactly the kind of thing that she just knows Steve spends his free time daydreaming about.

It’s out of love that she thinks this. Steve will never be a remarkable person not because he doesn’t have the ability to, but because he simply doesn’t want to. And she shouldn’t be surprised that he’s the one trying to convince her to just keep her head down and let everyone else handle things, regardless of how her sense of justice rebels against it, but it’s still disappointing all the same.

Jonathan’s toe nudges against hers, and though she doesn’t look at him, she nudges him back. So far, he’s the only one who hasn’t tried to convince her out of doing what she thinks is right. Not yet, at least.

“Well, we can at least try to go find who killed her, instead of acting like she’s the kind of person to just run away,” Nancy snaps. She shoots to her feet abruptly, crossing her arms. Jonathan is all gangly limbs when he stands up as well, looking between them warily. “You can stay here, if you’re really fine just doing that. But I’m not.”

Steve sighs out a breath, looking frustrated. “I’m not trying to fight with you, I just want you to think about this. Can’t we just sit down and talk about this?”

“I’m going,” she says. “And that’s final. Are you coming or not?”

He stammers for a second, trying and failing to figure out what to say, but Nancy doesn’t sweep in and speak his words for him like she normally might. He looks at her, forlorn, and if he hadn’t done what he’d done today, maybe she’d feel bad. But Steve’s been making a royal ass of himself this afternoon, and she’s starting to become tired of hearing his voice right now.

“You can stay,” Jonathan says, ever the peacemaker. Usually. “I wouldn’t let anything hurt her.”

“Yeah, not worried about that,” Steve mutters, looking at Jonathan’s bloodied knuckles. Nancy sees him flush and tuck his hand behind his leg. “...you’re going along with this, too?”

Jonathan nods. “I believe her. And Will. If they say they saw something, then… And I mean, if this thing is putting people in danger, then why wouldn’t I?”

“Because this ‘thing’ is also putting you in danger,” Steve says, aggrieved. He rubs his hands along his face, and Nancy taps her foot, impatient. They’re losing daylight, and as ready as she is to face this monster, she’d rather not have to do it in the actual dark. Especially if the rumors are true and the dark makes it stronger.

“Steve,” she bites out. “Are you coming or not?”

“Yes, Nancy! Jesus, yes, I’m coming with you!”

Something vaguely like annoyance starts to bubble up at his answer and the idea of having to endure his nagging for the foreseeable future, but she takes a breath and tries to let her irritation go. It’ll help to have an extra body, she tells herself.

She takes the gun, because toying with the pistol during her time with Jonathan made it clear that she’s the better shot out of the two of them. Steve makes better use of the bat than she ever could, and as Jonathan hikes their backpack laden with supplies over his shoulder, he slips a sheathed hunting knife into his sleeve—simple, unassuming, but even with a gun and a nail bat, Nancy thinks that he makes the most intimidating figure amongst the three of them. It’s one thing to be capable of violence, but an entirely other thing to be willing to enact it, and she has no doubt that Jonathan has both the capability and the drive.

It’s comforting, oddly. And, also, kind of cool.

The Harrington woods have been blocked off already. Sure, Hopper honored his promise and sent a deputy down, but clearly, investigating the woods is not high on his list of priorities right now. Said deputy is currently napping in his car, and Nancy scoffs as they pass him. She figured they’d at least have to sneak a little bit, but Hawkins Police must be even more pathetic than she’d assumed. It only weakens her diminishing faith in their ability to find Barb’s killer, and strengthens her resolve to find the monster herself.

And, in a little way, it increases her irritation with Steve and his argument in favor of ‘letting them handle it’. To his credit, he looks properly cowed when they pass the patrol car, wincing. Nancy raises an eyebrow at him as if to say, see what I mean? She doesn’t look to see his reaction, choosing instead to trace the path that she and Steve had followed a week ago. She’ll let go of her grudge later, but it’s still too fresh for her to forgive him yet.

“This is where you guys saw her?” Jonathan asks quietly, breaking their tense silence.

“It was further up,” Nancy tells him, squinting at the path. “Maybe about ten minutes down. I’m not sure, it was pretty dark.”

“There’d probably be police tape around it, right? Seems like a good place to start searching.”

If Steve thinks it’s a bad idea, he, thankfully, keeps it to himself this time.

A few more minutes pass of renewed silence, but Nancy is too focused on her mission to break it. She can see the flash of yellow tape just ahead of them; the sight sends a shiver down her spine and puts her on guard. If the monster is still in these woods, then they’re getting dangerously close to the scene of its most recent murder. Killers often revisit the scene of the crime, after all.

“It’s up here,” Steve murmurs, more for Jonathan’s benefit than anything. This very forest has starred in so many of her nightmares that there’s no way she can forget it.

“Do we have a plan?” Jonathan asks. He’s fidgeting with the knife in his sleeve, tense.

“We’re just investigating.” She's headstrong, but she’s not stupid. The weapons are for self-defense, and self-defense only. “If we find any evidence that it was here, we take pictures and we get the hell out.”

“What are we looking for, exactly?”

Nancy sucks in a breath as she comes to a stop, glancing down at the forest floor beneath them. There are still blood stains from where Barb’s body lay, and a fly or two buzz about, undoubtedly feasting on any gore left behind. The pine needles are strewn and thrown about, dyed dark red, and there are deep wedges dug into the dirt where maybe someone’s feet had been. There’s a clump of hair hanging from a nearby branch—it makes her sick to look at.

“Evidence,” she says, a little hollowly. “Of a struggle.”

They don’t speak much as they search, and Nancy is grateful for it. Splitting up makes it easy to hide her red eyes, and if she sniffles a little, it’s not like anyone is close enough to hear it. Steve keeps shooting her looks; Jonathan’s eyes are on her back, but she ignores them. Once they catch this monster, she’ll let herself grieve. But until then, she can’t waste any time crying. Barb’s death must be avenged.

As time passes, the scale starts to tip in her favor and away from the boys. They find boot tracks around the area, and more splatters of blood, and a series of broken tree branches that make a clear but unreachable path further up into the upper reaches of the forest. Jonathan’s camera snaps and catches pictures, every click blurring together until it’s all background noise. She was right; there was a lot of evidence that the police skipped over. Normally, she’d feel smug about it, but all she feels is cold and resentful.

Steve’s sniffling catches her attention. She looks at him, only a few feet away from herself, and sees him wiping furiously at his nose. He isn’t crying, just frowning, and when he pulls his hand away, she sees bright red spots of blood on his fingertips.

He realizes she’s staring, and he shrugs, wiping the blood off on his jeans. “It’s the cold air, I think. It doesn’t hurt.”

That’s a lie. And it’s so like him, to lie about something so insignificant. Her lips quirk a little bit against her will. She reaches into her pocket to pull out a handkerchief to give him, watching as he wipes the continuing blood away from his nose. She steps closer to him, reaching gentle hands up to his face. He’s still looking at her when she pinches his fingers together around the bridge of his nose, putting her other hand at the back of his head to guide him to lean down.

“Hey,” he says, after a moment. Nancy has to lean down a little bit to look him in the eye. He says, earnestly, “I’m sorry. Again. About earlier. I was really being a dick.”

“You were,” she agrees. He snorts out a laugh, and she’s smiling now, rubbing at the back of his neck with her fingers. “Thank you for admitting it, though. And apologizing. You really should be apologizing to Jonathan, though.”

She expects him to get all embarrassed, or awkward, but instead, his smile melts away. He looks up at her, and the way he searches her expression with uncertain eyes immediately has her attention. “...you’d tell me though, right? If I had anything to worry about? Because I keep- I know you said it’s not like that, but I don’t really know if you’d tell me if it was. Y’know?”

Nancy falters. She wants to say that he has nothing to be worried about, that they’re fine, but something tells her she’d be lying if she did. “Steve…”

“I know I should trust you,” he rushes to say. Steve leans up, eyes wide as he steps closer to her. “And I do. I swear, Nance, I trust you with my life. But, just… things have felt kinda weird between us, and I-”

“Steve, Nancy, duck!!”

In a moment of pure instinct, Nancy drops to her knees and drags Steve with her. Something like a gust of air blows hard enough over them that it whips her hair up into a frenzy, blinding her. There’s a thump against the forest floor and a shout. She hears the draw of Jonathan’s knife and looks up, terrified, as something like- like a child lunges at Jonathan with an inhuman snarl.

“What the fuck?” Steve screeches, toppling backwards as Nancy scrambles for her gun. “What the fuck!!”

Child or not, there’s no doubt in her mind that that’s the creature that she and Steve saw. The kid is in a tattered, bloodied hospital gown, and as Nancy sets the sights of her gun on the creature, she wonders how much of that blood was Barb’s. Her finger tightens, the gun kicks back with a deafening pop!! and the creature howls as a bullet buries itself in her leg. She whips around, wild and crazed, and the second her eyes land on Nancy, she knows she fucked up. The kid is moving almost faster than she can see, clawed hands extended as Jonathan shouts and chases after her.

“Steve, come on!” She shoots to her feet, grabbing the lapel of Steve’s jacket and hauling him up to his feet. Her breath fogs in the air, quick and panicked, as they run, the too-light footsteps of the creature just inches behind them. Nancy feels a hand ghost across the back of her jacket, and then- Steve skids to a halt and jerks the bat around, bashing the nails right into the creature’s face. She yowls and falls back, stumbling as the nails dislodge from her skin.

They leave narrow, tiny holes in her flesh, holes that—as Nancy watches, horrified—sizzle and close, smoking in the air. The creature holds a hand to her face as if to feel for the damage, and, finding none, looks at Steve near murderously.

“Back up!” He snarls, holding the bat in front of him like a shield as he stands in front of Nancy. “I’m warning you, freak!”

“Nancy!” Jonathan hollers, catching up to them but not fast enough. “The gun! The gun, Nancy!”

Startled, she picks the pistol up again, setting the sights on the kid. Two more bullets make a home in the girl’s chest, but she doesn’t move, frozen to the spot. Her eyes are wide, and her nose flares, the gentle sound of snuffling reaching Nancy’s ears. The girl is inching closer to Steve, wary and slow, but her eyes are glued to his face.

To the- to the blood.

By the time Nancy realizes it, it’s too late.

The girl is a blur of movement. Nancy blinks, and suddenly she’s latched onto Steve, claws ripping straight through the thick material of his jacket. The bat falls to the ground as he grabs her, grunting, trying to rip her away but the creature is freakishly strong. Nancy drops the gun and suddenly, Jonathan’s at her side, grabbing the back of the girl’s gown and pulling. She doesn’t budge, only bares teeth dripping with saliva and blood, and yanks Steve’s head back.

Her mouth seals around his neck, and she bites.

Nancy will never forget the sound of Steve’s scream.

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #nyx writes fic #nyx posts updates #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things au #Spotify

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oathofpromises · 1 year

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❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜ for jill

Ash and destruction laid all around them, as a whole city wiped out in an instant. Jill Valentine was used to such destruction, Raccoon city. Not like she could ever forget that day, but this could’ve been prevented if only she had been quicker.

“Maybe..but part of me is still to blame for so much. I can’t pretend that I didn't help spread a virus myself, even if it was against my will." whispered Jill, as she carefully stepped over some rocks. Luckily, they had managed to get people to safety but it was a painful reminder that this all started because of human greed.

Jill had so much on her mind, and maybe Claire could tell just by looking at her. Rising her gun, the agent fired a few shots towards a window. A splatter could be heard as a zombie fell to the ground. It was pretty quiet so, it was surprising that the brunette could even hear it from where they were standing.

Slowly Jill hand clenched into a fist, as she glanced out at the ruins of what was once a lively city, filled with life and just like Raccoon it was gone in a blink of an eye. Ever since returning to the front lines, Jill had felt so much more weight on her shoulders. The immense guilt she felt inside her heart, that this was partly her fault. Everyone could sit there and say no one blamed her for the things she did while under Wesker control. That she was still the same Jill they all knew and loved. She was grateful for everyone, but their kindness would never cease the pain inside her chest. The feeling that all of this was her fault.

"Claire..after everything we have been through, the people we lost. It never gets any easier. I try and convince myself that returning to the front lines was a good thing, and I'm happy to be back. However, I can't stop feeling that I could've stopped this way sooner. That my weakness allowed that man to use me. I hurt people..a lot of them. Even though I couldn't control my actions, I still recall every vivid detail. I even tried to hurt Chris. I doubt I'll ever forgive myself for that. You all forgave me so easily. I helped spread a virus...FUCK!"

Jill turned and kicked the nearby broken wall, as it fall over. It took so much not to scream out louder. So many emotions stirring inside her head and heart, yet hardly anyone seemed to notice. The BSAA only cared that one of their best agents was back. Sure, they did tests to make sure she was okay, but in reality they just wanted another able body.

"Claire..I'm so tired. Everyone looks at me like the same Jill Valentine, but am I really? After everything I went through in Africa under his control, can I say that I am really me? That I am not some puppet stilled attached to strings. I’m dangerous and none of you seem to treat me any differently.”

#— ❛❛ //Resident Evil ¦ All this death wasn't caused by a monster-making virus. It was greed.・「 Main Verse」#— ❛❛ // CLAIRE REDFIELD ¦You make it look easy even when I'm hard to love・「 heavenmcde」#— ❛❛ // JILL VALENTINE ¦You want S.T.A.R.S? I'll give you S.T.A.R.S! ・「 Threads」#ooc: I know we talked about them talking after she recovered after re5 and this seemed like a good one to use for it #— ❛❛ // MISSION REPORT ¦ QUEUE・

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It's Friday! For DADWC, Merrill/Hawke, sacrifice?

12. Sacrifice (Merrill/f!Hawke)

RATING: T

For @dadrunkwriting.

@biblioteknician Happy Friday.

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"Alison?" Merrill didn't wait for her to answer before she entered the bedroom. "I'm sorry for what happened."

Hawke looked up at her, face stricken with tears. "Thank you." Even when Merrill sat down next to her on the bed, she still felt empty. "Everyone's gone. Dad, Bethany, Carver, mom. I feel lost."

"I know. I'm here, and you still have your friends. You'll get through this. It'll hurt less with time."

Alison knew she was right, but couldn't manage a smile. "I hope so." She paused. "Can you stay the night? I don't want to be alone."

"Of course." Merrill wrapped her arms around Hawke, her next words quiet. "I love you."

"I love you too. I'm glad you're here."

...

She walked the winding paths of the Fade until she reached an open plain, tundra. Looking around she saw no spirits, no animal, nothing. But she felt something, a presence, looming at the edge of her perception, stretching like shadows when the sun set on the horizon.

"Who enters my domain?"

The voice covered her like a warm blanket. "A wanderer," she answered.

A speck of red appeared in the sky above. It quickly became larger.

She realized it was a dragon, but didn't feel the need to run. They landed in front of her.

"You are lost," they said.

"I am."

"My name is Sacrifice."

Alison raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to offer me up to the Fade?"

"No. I give a piece of myself to the living, so they may benefit from me," they explained. "I do not get many visitors, so there is much of me left. I could give you some of my happiness. You need it."

"No, keep it."

"You do not think you're worthy," Sacrifice sighed.

"I also don't want to see you in pain," Alison added.

"I wouldn't be. As I said, there is much of me left, and you will only need a little bit to heal."

"No, I'll get better on my own, it will just take time."

The dragon lowered their head and gently nudged her. "You're a bit like me," they chuckled. "May I call you a friend?"

It made her smile. "You may." She reached out and ran her hand over their scales, surprised to feel that they were warm. "I like your form." She showed her the red dragon tattoo on her upper arm. "Did you pick it because of me?"

"No. I am always this," Sacrifice laughed. "But I am pleased that you approve of it." They lay down. "Sit with me. I shall enjoy your company."

Alison rested her back against the dragon's neck. "Will you disappear one day if you've given enough of yourself?" she asked, the thought saddening her.

"I'm not sure. The Avvar sometimes give back pieces of me."

"I see."

"Will you come back to visit?" Sacrifice wanted to know.

"I will."

"That's nice." For a moment they were quiet. "We could trade shapes if you wanted. The white haired woman wouldn't teach you, but I could."

"I would only be able to use that knowledge here, though, wouldn't I?"

They shook their head. "Outside as well."

"Would this mean you'd be sacrificing a piece of yourself?"

"Not if you give me your shape in return. We would both be able to use either at will. I could even come visit you."

"Would you look exactly like me?"

Again, they shook their head. "No."

"Deal. Let's do it."

The tundra around them turned into blackened soil. She felt Sacrifice's consciousness enter hers. It made her head hurt.

"Thank you, for letting me in."

Alison screamed as her whole body felt like it was being burned. She grew heavier, larger, her skin changed.

Abruptly, the pain stopped and when her eyes adjusted everything was sharper. She looked down. A person with short, red hair waved at her. Sacrifice.

"I need a human name," they chuckled.

"We could nickname you Safi," she suggested.

"Sounds good!" Safi took a step forward, or tried to. They fell over and started laughing. "Feels funny."

Alison grinned. "You'll get used to it." She stretched her wings, carefully testing how she could move them. "I'm actually worried I'll fall out of the sky if I try to fly."

Safi picked themself up from the ground. "You show me how to walk, I'll show you how to fly, ok?"

"Yes." She changed back and offered them a hand.

They were a quick learner and after a few minutes, Safi was running and jumping.

"Looks great," Alison complimented them. "Nobody would know you're a spirit."

They came over again and hugged her. "Thank you! Now let's turn you into a proper dragon." They took her face in their hands and leaned close. Their amber eyes intensely focused on Alison. "You're going to love it!"

She smiled as they stepped back and took their original form again. She followed suit and mirrored their movements. "I'm not as pretty a color as you are," she noted.

"You like the mountains, that's why you're gray," Safi let her know. "You can blend in with the rocks and nobody will bother you."

She attempted to jump and glide, like they had shown her, but tripped over her front legs. "Too many limbs," she laughed.

"Push off with your hind legs, don't try to get a running start."

Again, she tried and this time, it worked.

"Now flap your wings," they instructed.

She did. The angle was wrong. She crashed into the ground. "That could take a while."

"You'll get there," Safi said.

Eventually she did. It had taken most of the night and she could feel she'd wake very soon. "I'll be returning in a bit."

"Can I follow you?"

"If it doesn't harm you, sure."

"I'll be fine."

...

Merrill was still asleep next to her. She sat up. Something moved to her left, startled her.

"You made it!" Alison said, slightly breathless.

Safi was standing in the corner of the room, smiling. "I did!"

She got up. "Do you want to try some food while you're here?"

They nodded, excited. "Yes!"

Together they went to the kitchen and Alison proceeded to make breakfast for the three of them.

"What's your favorite?" Safi asked, pointing at the bowl of fruit.

"The dates," she answered. "They're really sweet."

"And this?"

"That's tea, and it's also my favorite."

The floor boards creaked and Merrill stood in the doorway, staring. "Hawke, who are you talking to? And why are there three plates? Will Varric be joining us?"

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min-xiao13-exe · 1 year

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Stay With Me CH-5

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Y/N operates the Quinjet with ease and maneuvers it to the Raft Prison. The staff looks disturbed to see the Earth's mightiest heroes locked up in cages and screaming in pain as they float through the hallways with a purple glow encasing them.

"Pay up Fury, I told you I could capture them," Y/N said as she walked up to Fury.

"Fine here's 10 dollars," Fury says as he hands Y/N 10 dollars.

"What's with you saying my undercover name, I thought you hated it" Y/N snickered, a sly smirk playing on her face

"You do my work and I respect you," Fury hands Y/N a purple envelope with the Avengers logo on it "Which is why you are now an Avenger, this is your recruitment letter, Enjoy"

"Now, what do I do with them?" Y/N asked as the boxes floated around the room

"Release the mind spell and let them gain consciousness. I want to talk with them" Fury said settling down on one of the chairs near Tony's cage

"It's called Panic Room and I might put you in one if you say the name wrong again" Y/N Threatened as the boxes started levitating along with her and started following her movements, she opened her eyes and they were White and were emitting purple glow which caused Agent Hill and Agent Phil to be on defence positions

"Ask your people to stay down Fury, I am not a threat unless you make me one" Y/N said in a low voice as everyone dropped their guns.

Y/N muttered something under her breath and the boxes broke, the glass turned to thin air as the touched the ground and slowly the Avengers were kept on the floor. Their tactical gear shoved away from them and suddenly Y/N stuck to the ceiling as the rest awakened.

The first one up was the Maximoff siblings, turns out they never were in the Panic Room, they were just asleep on command.

Then next was Thor, Loki, Bruce, Steve, Bucky and Peter. After them, Tony, Natasha, Rhodes, and Sam stirred a bit to wake up but were still crying as if being tortured.

"Oh for the love of God wake up!" Y/N said, exasperated by how much time the three people took and snapped to wake them up. The four Avengers jerked awake and looked around in surprise to see their surroundings changed.

"Good evening Avengers, sorry if this seems inconvenient to you but this was a test for a fresh Avenger to see if she was worth being in the group and as you can see, she has succeeded," Fury said as some agents and medical help surrounded the Avengers to treat any kind of injuries and weakness.

"Y/N Maximoff?" Tony asked as he got to his feet.

"Yes, her mission was to bring all of you here on the Raft, without a scratch on their body and willingly. Honestly, this isn't what I had expected but it was still perfect" Fury said as a voice above him whispered, "Hi Everyone".

A girl dressed in Black and Purple slowly crawled down the walls of the Raft Prison and stood behind Fury

"Meet Y/N Maximoff, Who is also known as Amysthyst" Agent Hill said while sitting on a desk behind Steve.

Y/N 's Suit slowly glowed purple and she started looking like a young college girl and sat down on an empty spot on the couch next to Wanda.

"So you're Y/N, How did you copy my webs? It is nearly impossible to do so!" Peter whined, Y/N slowly walked over to Peter and looked straight into his eyes as a Purple ring replaced his pupils, he slowly closed his eyes and one tear slipped through his eyelashes, Y/N whispered in his ears "My work is done" and Blue glow encased him. A panicked Tony Stark rushed forward "Leave the Kid alone! " " Stark, I am not a threat unless you make me one. I had borrowed half his abilities, I'm giving them back with a bit of my own as an exchange"

Peter slowly woke up and looked around, the rest were looking with awe.

"W-what? Why are y'all looking at me like that?" Peter asked as Tony checked his vitals. "I don't know if it's possible but kid you just might have got an upgrade in your body's system" "Which means what?" Peter asked looking at his arms and legs to see if anything had changed but he felt like something was not of his own

"Whenever I or Pietro had asked, you said it was too dangerous! This isn't fair!" Wanda said exasperated

"It only works for some certain power combinations, you and Perry are overpowered individuals, and most likely the new powers would try to kill you because it competing for the first preference of your body's defensive approach" Y/N rambled on

"So people get glowy eyes after this or what?" Steve asked looking at Peter with worry

"Not exactly, You can get all kinds of things," Bruce said

"Ah Dr. Banner, You seem to know quite a lot! I guess Fury told you." Y/N said

"But really what can you do?" Tony asked

"Quite a lot but this isn't the correct place to demonstrate my capabilities," Y/N said

"We can take you back to the compound,

Fury has already counted you as a new Avenger so we can give you your room, space to practice, whatever you need" Natasha said

"Fury, can I take them upstairs?" Y/N asked, Fury nodded in response

They proceeded upstairs on the roof of the Raft Prison. A raging storm was there but neither of them got drenched. Y/N had built up a defensive shield around the whole group "Listen Up, I can teleport but I will lose a lot of energy so we gotta fly" Y/N said while they passed the Quinjet

"We won't use the Quinjet?" Natasha asked looking puzzled

"Nope, I have a ride for each of you," Y/N said and pulled out a lighter. She gave it a shake and it started glowing purple as a bunch of Wakandan Ships cornered in "You have two choices, Either fly with me or with King T'Challa and General Okoye" Y/N said as sparks began to build from the lighter's flame which slowly grew into a large and beautiful bird with vibrant plumage. Its feathers possessed a brilliant shimmer, appearing as if they are aflame. The bird's body was graceful and elegant, with shades of fiery red, orange, and gold reflecting off its body. It took everyone quite a lot of time but everyone backed out, except Peter. He was too stunned by the appearance of the bird that rose out of a flame.

"Parker! Get on quick! Blaze doesn't like to wait!" Y/N screamed as the Wakandan Ship flew off and T'Challa came on comms "What is taking th spider so long?" "I don't know but I don't care. He's coming with me" Y/N pulled Peter up and set him behind her on Blaze and flew off.

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