#time passes and he eventually regains enough of a form and consciousness to put it back together

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #26

(I'm feeling angsty today.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Going Supernova

The GIW have discovered his identity, and they don't waste time on using this knowledge to their advantage. They spent the last six months creating a weapon that not only hurts ghosts but absolutely obliterates them down to their very cores. After testing it for so long on minor ghosts and then discovering the local ghostly menace's secret, they have the bright idea to make an example out of Danny.

They ambush him as he's fighting the invading ghost of the day. Their first shot misses and hits the ghost they're fighting. As soon as the shot lands, the ghost freezes in place with a look of dread and horror.

They look up at Danny with tears in their eyes and has only a few precious seconds to say, "Run," before their skin cracks and they shatter, the miniscule shards evaporating into nothingness.

Danny is petrified and grief-stricken over what he just witnessed that he doesn't have the time to even twitch before the GIW lock their sights back onto him and shoot him in the back.

Agony consumes him. His chest burns, and his ribs rattle with the effort it takes for him to breathe through the pain. The civilians who were still on the scene gasped in horror as they watched their local hero's chest start to crack and glow from within.

What the GIW didn't know was that Danny had just recently elevated to Ancient status due to helping Clockwork with the timestream. That and with his status as a halfa, what they did will end in nothing but disaster. (1)

Danny spots his parents, sister, and friends in the crowd. His parents watched in awe and excitement while his Jazz, Sam, and Tucker looked at him with horror-stricken disbelief. Knowing what's to come and not having enough time to explain, he gives them a wobbly smile.

"I'm so sorry."

He whips around and rockets straight up into the sky. He breaks through the atmosphere in a matter of seconds and continues to fly at breakneck speed away from the little green-blue planet he calls home. He has to get away. He can't destabilize so close to them. He has to go even further.

His form is steadily breaking off into pieces as his human and ghost half fight and fail to keep him together. He can feel his human half dying and his ghost half barely holding on by a thread. He can't stop, though. If he stops here, the Earth will be destroyed from the backlash.

He had no worry for himself. After all, stars die all the time. That doesn't mean that's the end for them. They just take on a new form or even help breathe new planets and galaxies into life.

'A star's death is not the end!' He comforts himself.

He only makes it a few light-years further before his energy fades out to nothing, and he slows to a halt. It's only then that Danny starts to panic alone in the vacuum of space. The furthest he's even been from home and the comfort of his friends and family.

"No. No, no, no, no." He repeats over and over. "Not far enough. Not far enough! I'm still too close!!" (2)

His stuttering heart rabbits inside his chest along with his crumbling core. He hugs himself tight with the false hope that maybe that would stop himself from falling apart. He cries for his family, his friends, his planet. His life and lives he's about to take through no fault of his own.

Because for a star to give life, they must first destroy. (3)

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry! Please!"

He sobs into his hands as the light of his core pulses one final time.

"Please." He whispers brokenly.

His core shatters, and he screams for the entire cosmos to hear. His form expands with immeasurable force and shakes the very foundations of creation. His desperate attempt to spare the Earth from his self-destruction was in vain as the waves of his shattered core ravaged the solar system and destroyed everything within its path.

The countless people and other creatures on Earth didn't even have time to blink before they were completely eradicated. Quick and painless but nonetheless gone.

It took centuries for everything to settle again.

It wasn't until countless millennium passed that the solar system began to take shape again. However, everything was reshaped and put back together as though with a child's memory of what it used to be from so long ago. Some things were bound to be different, like how Mars gained its own population of intelligent humanoid creatures. How Earth's own population started to develop extraordinary abilities and magic was able to be used more freely outside of supernatural species.

Soon, there were heroes popping up all over the universe of all shapes, sizes, and species. Some people were even reborn. They started remembering a life that, as far as they knew, never actually existed. How could it? None of the people they were before showed up in any records. There were records, of course. They just, unfortunately, no longer existed.

No one knew why, either. At least not until a magic user stumbled upon a tome belonging to what they knew as the Underworld. It told the story of a young boy who died too young and was destroyed from what he became afterward. How his destruction also destroyed the world despite the boy's efforts to save it.

This story was shared with the masses of people experiencing these memories of other lives, including the heroes who took up the mantle of keeping the Earth and other corners of the galaxy safe. They mourned the loss of a life so young, so bright and full of potential. They hoped that wherever the child ended up, that they were at peace.

Little did they know, the child was part of the universe itself, his very being woven into the fabric that makes up the night sky and everything that lays beyond. They can't see or hear him, but that precious child--the Ancient of Space--laid curled around the Milky Way itself with Earth cradled gently in his trembling hands.

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(1) Because of his status as the new Ancient of Space and the fact that he is half human/alive is the reason his destabilization took longer than the ghost he was previously fighting. An Ancient has immense power of the aspect of reality they control, and his human half was desperately trying to keep him alive. He can't live without his ghost half, though. It was also the power of his Ancient status that made his destabilization so explosive and damaging. However, him being a halfa is also what saved his existence in the end and allows him to still continue to be the Ancient of Space, as Space itself is always in a state of dying and rebirth. It just took several thousands of years to pull himself back into a semblance of what he previously was, but obviously irrevocably changed.

(2) According to scientists a supernova would have to be within 30-50 light-years to trigger a mass extinction on Earth. To be actually completely safe from one, however, it'd have to be 160 or more light-years away. Danny didn't even make it to 20 light-years before his core self-destructed, which is why he was panicking.

(3) As I'm sure most of you know, supernovae are essential to creating life, but that life is preceded by the death of said star.

(*) I haven't really thought of who would be reborn into which character. I originally thought of Jack Fenton being reborn as Bruce Wayne, but Bruce only disguises himself as a himbo while Jack actually is one. The only reason I thought it would work out it because 1) Jack's paranoia about ghosts and translating into Bruce's own paranoia 2) him regaining his past memories would explain his propensity to collect black-haired, blue eyed children because of his loss of Danny and 3) him and his relationship with Jason after he came back as Red Hood.

Other than that, I can't think of who any of the other characters might be. You can decide!

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Title: Vampire’s Kiss (Chapter 32: Unreachable Sin. Part 18 of 18)

Fandom: King of Fighters

Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, Shingo Yabuki, Orochi, Yashiro Nanakase, Leona Heidern, Kain R. Heinlein, Chizuru Kagura, Kusanagi, Goeniko, Chris

Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi (main one)

Genre: AU, BL, Supernatural, Fantasy, Gothic Fantasy, Adventure, Slow-Burn, Eventual Romance, Dark Themes, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Human/Vampire Relationship, Human/Demon Relationship

Summary: This vampire already has bad luck on his side, yet he decides that his next prey going to be a certain redhead vampire hunter. However, the very little he knows how this encounter will end…

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An hour has passed until one certain vampire starts to wake up. However, as soon as he regained consciousness, the sensation of unbearable pain spreads across his entire body. It felt like an invisible force was crushing and squeezing him without letting him move a single muscle. Hell, it was impossible to breathe due to someone choking him. Soon enough, the pain fades away, yet, the sensation of the flame serpent wrapping around his body strikes the nocturnal creature. While the brunette silently whines and groans, his face twisting in pain. Just what happened when he was forcibly put under sleep? Or so, the vampire feared without being unable to move.

As soon as Kyo opens his eyes, he noticed that he was resting inside the familiar hut. More so, when the brunette turns his head, he can see restless Chizuru, and next to her, Iori staring at him with such a serious look on his face. It was followed by the witch’s question ‘‘You’re finally awake. Is it you, Kusanagi?’’. After the vampire leans on his elbows and sits up, he asks in an unsure tone ‘‘Oi, Kagura, Í hope that you find what you needed, ‘cos I can feel like someone beat me up and burned my body. Just what kind of spells did you use on me? And why are you staring at me like that? ’’. However, the sorceress keeps her serious face and closes her eyes. After opening her eyes, Kagura comments ‘‘It looks like you were asleep all this time while the dark creature was using your body.’’.

Meanwhile, Iori crosses his arms and silently listens to how Chizuru addresses Kyo ‘‘I asked Yagami about what happened when you two were off. He told me about your behavior in the abandoned necromancer's cave and when you stayed in the inn. From what I heard, I can guess that another entity lives inside you since you were born, Kusanagi. Perhaps, you are the incarnation of this evil spirit, who couldn’t find a feeling of peace after its death. And thus, for some reason, it decided to use you to achieve what it wants. It’s also safe to assume that it becomes active and takes over your body when you are in danger. For example, this dark creature has mistaken me for the threat when you were unconscious or when you faced that giant bat. It also can take over your body when your instincts are strong. However, I cannot fully confirm this yet.’’.

Once Chizuru finished explaining, the redhead steps in and speaks up in a serious tone ‘‘What are you suggesting to do? Is there is a way to kill that creature? Because there is no way that I would let that thing have Kyo even after I defeat him!’’. Yet, the ebony-haired woman briefly replied ‘‘Even when it possessed Kusanagi, you’ll kill them both. On the other hand, there is a way to suppress this entity. However, it comes with a big price. This is why I cannot do that without Kusanagi’s consent.’’. Of course, these words do not sound promising to the brunette, and all he could do is widen his eyes and swallows the saliva. Now, Kyo asks in a slightly nervous voice ‘‘What do you mean?’’. ‘‘If we successfully seal that dark entity, you won’t be able to use your awaken form and powers.’’ calmly replied Chizuru.

However, the vampire smirks and backfires in a careless voice ‘‘I don’t get it how can I lose something that was already stolen from me. So, it’s been a while when I was getting my food without even using my hypnotizing voice. Hell, I don’t even need to use my awaken form to defend myself. That’s why I have nothing to lose.’’. Now, his smug smile was wiped out by Yagami’s comment ‘‘And you still managed to end up under my foot, you become an easy target for other hunters and nearly got poisoned to death, you stupid vampire…’’. Nevertheless, Kyo tried to remain chill and unaffected, despite that his fists were itching to kiss the hunter’s face and remind him about the local fauna of the spider forest in detail. ‘If it wasn’t where we are and with whom, I would put you in your place, Yagami’, or so, thinks the brunette. Now, he replies in a slightly irritated voice ‘‘Unless you count some hunters back-stabbing, then yeah. Otherwise, I can defeat anyone without a sweat! So, only the weak and cowards use such a dirty and unfair play.’’. Lastly, the nocturnal creature addresses Chizuru ‘‘Anyway, what I need to do this time?’’.

After taking a deep breath, Kagura starts to explain ‘‘First of all, I need you to get me one of the rarest materials, which you can obtain in this world – the Crimson Stone. Perhaps, it is just a legend. However, for centuries, many alchemists devoted their lives to create this tiny stone, which holds great power and grants any wish and even immortality. Many have failed and lost their lives in the process. However, there were just a few, who have succeeded in creating Crimson Stone. These people to this day still wander in this world. There were also people, who rejected their humanity and entered into the demon realm. ’’.

As soon as the witch finished her speech, Yagami comments while resting his head on his chin ‘‘And that’s it? ’’. Now, the sorceress addresses Iori ‘‘Yagami, if you two manage to obtain this stone, I would need your help to restrain Kusanagi. While you would hold him until I say so, I’ll put him under the sleep. Then after that evil spirit appears, I’ll seal it inside the Crimson Stone.’’. ‘‘What if that creature won’t show up this time?’’, the redhead backfires. Without any second thought, this woman replies ‘‘Then, I would have no choice than to stress Kusanagi as much as it takes to summon the dark entity.’’.

The more Kyo listened to their discussion, the more he was uncomfortable. And thus, after shaking his head, the brunette instantly stands up and makes his way to the door. Before taking his leave, the nocturnal creature indignantly announces from the top of his lungs ‘‘ I AM NOT GONNA BE THE PART OF YOUR TWISTED TESTS! YOU WON’T MAKE ME GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN! So, good luck with that!’’. As he deeply breaths through his nose, Kyo adds ‘‘And you know what, Yagami? I thought that you were a decent human being, but you’re NOT! You’re as bad as that bastard hunter! You know nothing about me! So, fuck you!’’, with these words, he slams the door as hard as he could and left the hut.

It was followed by the redhead hunter face-palming while murmuring ‘‘That fool…’’. Chizuru only sighs and while trying to remain as patient as she could, she speaks up ‘‘And you would let him go like that? Should we start to search for him?’’. Now, without looking back, Iori backfires with such a disappointment in his voice ‘‘Leave him like that… That stupid fool will return as soon as he calms down and he WILL apologize. Besides, he won’t run away that far.’’. After Yagami fixes his long coat, he walks towards the door. Yet, he was stopped by the Chizuru’s voice ‘‘Wait! Where are you going?’’. However, as the redhead turns his head to face Kagura, she noticed the hunter’s concerned look. Now Iori defends himself ‘‘I remembered that I have some unfinished business in the Guild. Thanks to that stupid vampire, I have nearly no savings left.’’. Of course, the ebony-haired woman didn’t question him any further, because, in the end, the vampire hunter cared about the brunette. That’s why the sorceress felt relieved and now adds ‘‘Be careful on your way.’’. Lastly, without saying a word, Iori has left.

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Some time has passed after aimless wandering around the forest, which was near the witch's shop. Now, Kyo decided to take a rest and lean against one of the trees, surrounding the plain alley. Yet, he was still upset how the redhead, who agrees to awaken a natural killing machine as ‘Nagi. As the nocturnal creature was observing the sky, he hoped that the serene moonlight and the graceful dance of stars would calm him down. Eventually, he slides down, and after hugging his knees, the brunette hung his head down. Of course, it hurts how, according to him, Yagami was reckless and not considering that next time the dark being might even drain the hunter until there is nothing but bones and flesh left. Nor, what if the brunette may be fully aware of what is going on when ‘Nagi possessed his body. Even the mental image alone of lifeless Iori’s final moments, makes Kyo tighten his grasps around his knees and let out a silent and pitiful groan. He doesn’t understand why, but it feels like the unbearable suffering of losing the redhead and staining his hands with Iori’s blood.

Now, the nocturnal creature was anxious as never before by having mixed feelings. Yes, he was still mad at Yagami and wanted him to think more carefully about why the brunette has left. But at the same time, he wished that the redhead would find him and call him a ‘stupid vampire’ as usual. Of course, if the vampire hunter would forgive him. He realized that when he was mad, Kyo told what he didn't mean. However, the brunette couldn't stop himself. In the end, Kyo was trying to find peace of mind by listening to the rustling leaves by the night breeze. However, as he was enjoying the silence of the night, he was alerted by the sound of rustling grass under someone’s foot. When the vampire slowly lifts his head, he speaks up in a half-sleepy tone ‘‘Yagami? When did you-’’.

Suddenly, Kyo widens his eyes in a terror after noticing the man in front of him. The cold moonlight enlights long locks of golden hair, which was rustled by the wind. Now, the hunter’s bloody-red eyes send a piercing gaze to this target. As the blond delightfully smiles, he points the sharp tip of the broadsword at his target. Lastly, he addresses the brunette in a calm, yet mocking tone ‘‘It’s been a while, little murderer…’’. The reflected platinum light on the long blond hair and his white long coat and pants, made him look like one of the Lord’s sent archangels. However, Kusanagi knew one thing. Behind that divine appearance, Kain was a more twisted creature than any devil.

Meanwhile, all the brunette could do is to stare when the blade was so close to touching his throat. Now, he listens to the blond commenting in a proud voice ‘‘How many times I have to kill you before you’ll perish, vampire?’’. Even the noble creature of the night like the Kusanagi’s heir was paralyzed in fear by the hunter’s presence alone. After closing his red eyes and chuckling, Kain continues ‘‘It doesn’t matter now. I should have done this from the beginning before you became a pester.’’. The vampire hunter moves his broadsword away. One strike should be enough to end this pathetic creature’s life. Besides, there was no need to see how another disgusting head fells by his blade. Lastly, the blade swings towards Kyo’s neck. It was followed by the heavy sound of the sword sinking into the wood and countless birds flying away.

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However, when he opens his eyes, Kain noticed that his broadsword is stuck in the tree. More so, how his target disappeared into a thin air. It was followed by the blond getting alerted by the unexpectedly launched fireball at him. However, the vampire hunter counter-attacks by gracefully sending the blue flame at his opponent. As the orange and blue flames crash into each other, they create an explosion echoing through the forest. Now, when the smoke was submerging into the air, Kain keeps his defensive position. As soon as the gray smoke disappears, the blond hunter smirks after seeing the brunette wearing white gloves and ready to snap his fingers again ‘‘Here you are. However, these toys won’t help you, vampire.’’.

Instead of replying, Kyo silently growls at his opponent while he tightens one of his gloves. As the sharp nails sprouted through the clothing, he warns Kain in a slightly shakily voice ‘‘I won’t let you get away so easily! Not after you made go through. Prepare yourself!’’. As his eyes glow in crimson red, the brunette dashes at his foe. However, the hunter dodges the attack by jumping backward and sending the blue pillar of the flame. That should be enough to perish this creature to the hell, or so, thought the blond.

Fortunately, the vampire slashes through the fire. After landing on feet and one hand, the nocturnal creature ferociously stares at Kain, who looked down on his foe. Without any second thought, the Kusanagi’s heir ignites his palm and uses upwards spin-slash. The warm light reflects on the hunter’s face as he blocks the strike with his sword. While Kyo was in the whirl of flame, he prepares for the finishing move. In the end, he dives at his opponent with the slashing strike. After the flame submerges into the air, the brunette landed on his feet. However, something was off. There was no sign of Kain.

All of a sudden, the brunette was alerted to hear his enemy’s calm yet menacing whisper from behind ‘‘You’re too slow.’’. When and how did he?-’ - Or so, wandered the vampire. Now, the broadsword penetrates his back and sprouts through his chest. As Kusanagi lets out an agonizing scream chocked by the blood gushing through his mouth, the sword was pulled out from Kyo’s chest. It was followed by the crimson liquid streaming through the vampire’s back and chest. Now, he suddenly drops like a rag-doll. However, the brunette shakily stretches his arm forwards. Right now, he was desperate to survive at any cost. As Kyo’s face was twisting in pain, he closes his eyes and crawls away as far as his strength allowed.

Meanwhile, when the dark crimson liquid was dripping from the hunter’s blade, Kain looks down on his victim, who leaves blood traces on the grass. Even the nocturnal creature’s struggle to survive, amused the blonde, who just stands while commenting ‘‘Why are you running? It’s useless.’’. When Kain drops his blade, it disappears into the thin air. Now, he started to approach the brunette. When he takes out the small bottle from one of his inner coat’s pockets, the blond adds in calm ‘‘I’ll end your misery by pouring some of this inside your wound.’’. Lastly, as he opens the bottle and is about to pour the holy water and finish his prey. Yet, the knife pierces his wrist.

It was followed by the bottle dropping on the ground and the growling voice from the forest ‘‘Who, the hell, allowed you to act as you want, you bastard?!’’. However, the nocturnal creature instantly recognized the owner of this voice. Now, as he turns his head, Kyo manages to spit out the pitiful words ‘‘Ya… Yagami…’’. Of course, the blond looks towards the redhead’s side. As Kain gives Iori a smug look, he pulls out the small blade from his wrist as it was no big deal. Now, greets Yagami with open arms ‘‘My, what a people we have here… What brings you here, you pesky brat?’’. However, step by step, the redhead hunter was approaching the blond while threatening him ‘‘You went too far this time. No god or devil will save you now!’’.

In the meantime, the vampire gathers his strength to shakily push himself and to sit on his knees. Yet, Kusanagi ended up leaning on one arm while with the other hand while with the other one, he covers his slowly healing wound. Now, he deeply breathes while keeping his head hung down. However, all the nocturnal creature could do now is to wait until Iori and then him to fell by their executioner’s blade. Despite knowing about their tragic fate, Kyo still silently prayed that any divine entity would grant them mercy tonight. Even the bloody tears start to run down his cheeks as he spits out silent and pointless words.

Nevertheless, the blond vampire hunter only gives the smug look as he was walking into the center of the plain alley ‘‘The louder the dog barks, the less it can do something. I’ll teach you how to behave.’’. As Yagami was following the blond, he was stopped by the brunette’s weak pledge ‘‘Yagami… Please, don’t do it! Run… You’ll-’’. Yet, his warning was cut by the Kain coldly glaring at the vampire. Now, he stretches his arm towards the vampire. The golden transmutation circle appeared below the brunette. Lastly, the hunter threats ‘‘Silence, low-life creature! Just wait patiently until I’ll finish you.’’. It was the protective barrier, which traps the victim and can only be destroyed by the summoner.

After Kain looks back at the redhead, he adds ‘‘Now, no one should interface, foolish child.’’. As Yagami picking his trustworthy whip, he quickly stretches it out in front of his opponent. It was followed by Iori unleashing a heavy low whip slash. Such gesture amused the blond in front of him, who stretches his palm and materializes a longsword in his hand ‘‘I see that you are prepared.’’. Lastly, Kain takes the sword into both hands and he stands in the defense position. Now, as impatience sparkles in his eyes, he points the tip of the blade at his opponent ‘‘Do not disappoint me!’’.

And thus, Yagami rapidly cracks the whip multiple times. Downwards, upwards, in the circle movement - each strike was blocked by the sharp blade. However, the avalanche of strikes has eventually stopped. The redhead lowers his left arm, which felt like was filled with the lead. Nevertheless, the blond uses his chance when Iori lowers his whip for a second. That’s right, the swordsman lowers his blade. As he sprints at the redhead, Kain swings the sword diagonally. Fortunately, Yagami’s reflexes were faster. He dodged the heavy strike by rolling to the side. It was followed by quickly picking up a few knives into his right hand while he was crouched. Now, he launches them at the blond.

Nevertheless, the spinning sword reflects the knives' attack. As Iori stands up, Kain lowers his blade and stretches his other hand at the redhead. Now, the blond hunter releases the wave of the blue flame at his opponent. Yet, Yagami unleashes the heavy strike and the fire has instantly faded away. However, Iori gets alerted at the unexpected blond’s attack. Even so, he jumps forwards and back-flips on time to dodge the thrusting strike. Fortunately, he managed to crack his whip and grasp the hunter’s sword while he was in the air.

As the blade sinks to the ground, Iori loosens the whip’s grasp. Now, he observes how Kain carelessly turns to face his opponent. In the meantime, Yagami wraps his trustworthy weapon into a spiral and points it at the swordsman. Now, the blond gave the mocking look for the fellow vampire hunter, who points the whip at him while threatening ‘‘It’s all over. Give up now and you’ll get a quick and painless death, Kain!’’. However, his foe only chuckles as he shrugs his shoulders. It was followed by the redhead grinding his teeth and asking in a furious voice ‘‘What a hell is so funny? Are you that eager to die!?’’. As the blond swoosh the long locks from his face, he replies in a nearly singing tone ‘‘Did anyone teach you not to play with the fire? You’ll get burned~’’. After a short pause, Kain receives no reply. So, he broke the deadly silence between them ‘‘Very well… If this is what you want. I’ll show you my power!’’. Now, Kain places his hand on his chest and begins to unbutton his coat.

After that, he picks up a golden necklace with a round bloody gem on it. It was followed by the blond announcing from the top of his lungs ‘‘CRIMSON STONE, GRANT ME MORE POWER!!!’’. All of a sudden, the red stone starts to flow in the air and brightly glow. The entire battlefield was covered in blinding crimson light. However, as soon it appeared, the light disappeared. Now, Kain was levitating in the air while the blue flame dances on each of his hands. Meanwhile, the blond was observing the vampire hunter from above; the countless swords were spinning behind his back. Lastly, the hunter in white proudly speaks up ‘‘How is it?... But do not be afraid. You won’t even feel how you’ll get crushed!’’.

It was followed by Kain pointing his palm at the redhead. And thus, he sents the swarm of blades towards Iori. There was no way that his whip could counter-attack such an amount of swords! That’s why Yagami instantly dodges the rain of swords by rolling on the side. Yet, another wave was sent at him immediately. The redhead rolls to the other side. Unfortunately, a couple of the swords scratched his right arm and leg. However, the hunter was too stubborn to give up even if he roughly breathes and could barely stand on his feet.

Surely, the fearsome vampire hunter’s struggle entertained Kain, who delightfully observed him. Finally, one strike and will kill this pathetic human. After the blond closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he stretches his open left palm towards the hunter. It was followed by the heavy broadsword appearing in his hand. As he opens his eyes, Kain holds the handle in both hands and aims at Iori. Lastly, he diagonally dives at full force at the redhead.

However, at the last moment, Yagami ignores the pain and now push himself to the side. Unfortunately, the blond’s blade slightly cuts the left side of Iori’s torso. As Iori falls on his knees, he lets out a loud groan and now covers the wound on his left side with his palm. In the end, Kain lands next to the redhead. Now, he walks to pick up the broadsword, which is stuck in the ground.

After picking his blade, the blond approaches the fallen hunter. Now, he looks at Yagami with showing no mercy on his face. As Kain points his sword at Iori, notices that gaze filled with burning rage and hatred for him. Despite the threatening Iori's gaze, the white hunter cracks a sadistic smile ‘‘What a waste of my time… And all that big talk was for nothing. Oh well, at least you lasted longer than any of my targets. So, I’ll congratulate you on that. More so, I’ll make an exception for you. Do you have any last wish, worm?’’. However, Yagami spits out the threatening words between pathetic groaning ‘‘Damn you… We are not done yet…’’. Now Kain backfires ‘‘This is where you’re wrong… Die!’’. And now, the blond hunter was about to execute his victim. However…

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Suddenly, the man’s deep and cheerful voice objects ‘‘I don’t think so, pal~’’. Just the moment before Kain’s blade was about pierce Iori’s chest, he drops the broadsword. As the blond was silently groaning, he looks down at his chest and notices the sprouting tip of a massive sword from his chest. It was followed by the sword being pulled from him and Kain felling on his knees and soon enough felling on the ground. Meanwhile, when dark liquid was dying his snow-white clothes, the voice continues in a serious tone ‘‘I don’t care what you were doing after leaving the Guild. However, I won’t forgive you or anyone, who will harm one of Hunter Guild members.’’. Yagami only dumbfounded stares at the familiar person to him while addressing him ‘‘Yashiro… what… what are you doing here?’’.

It was a man with short silver hair, who wore an open black leather jacket and white t-shirt, lastly, and jet-black pants. Nanakase also had a black leather collar with a small silver heart on it. Now, Yashiro bends down and stretches his hands towards Iori, he simply answers with a smile on his face ‘‘We were minding our business until we heard the loud bang and I knew that we have to head in that direction. ‘What if Yagami-chan is once causing the problems or got into the fight against stronger types?’ this is what I thought and we canceled our hunt tonight.’’. However, they were interrupted by another voice. It seems that this innocent and excited voice belongs to a young teenage boy ‘‘Hey, Yashiro! Check this out! Hehe, someone got stuck inside the barrier like an idiot. And he just stares at me… Oh, never mind. The barrier is gone.’’.

It was followed by the demon hunter putting his big sword into the shed behind his back, and replying to that boy’s voice ‘‘What did you find there, Chris?’’. In meantime, Yashiro grabs the blond hunter by the collar of his coat and strikes Kain into the guts. After the blond hunter groans in pain, the silver-head throws him over his shoulder and warns in a deep and strict tone ‘‘I know that such a minor scratch won’t kill you, and that is very unfortunate for you. I’ll let the Guild Master decide your fate.’’. After straightening his knees, Nanakase stands up and looks in the direction of one certain person.

It was a teenage boy in his fifteens with big dark color eyes and short fluffy cinnamon-color hair with a fringe. This brunette wore a white shirt along with a brown and navy striped vest and matching pattern shorts. Lastly, the black swiss gunnery googles were resting on this boy’s head, who worn a gray color tailcoat. Of course, his doll-like face and slender figure can mistake him for a pretty girl. Yet, behind that innocent smile, he was a merciless killer with agile moves and deadly accuracy. That's right, Chris already surpassed most of the demon hunters at being such a young age.

But for now, the young hunter was squatting closely to the kneeling vampire. It was followed by turning his head towards the silver-head and replying in a louder voice ‘‘Nothing much. Just some big bro spacing out. Perhaps, he was drugged, I don’t know. You can see it by yourself.’’After returning his attention to the vampire, Chris began to poke the nocturnal creature with his finger while addressing Kyo in a playful tone ‘‘Hey, mister. Are you okay? Hey… Can you hear me? Hurry up and get uuup~’’. However, the older brunette keeps his head down without answering. Now, after Kusanagi roughly shakes the younger brunette’s hand, he sprints towards Iori’s side. Meanwhile, the younger hunter warns Yashiro ‘‘Hey… Watch out, Yashiro! That crazy dude is coming at you!’’.

Surely, it got the silver-haired man’s attention. However, instead of dodging, Yashiro stands in front of the rushing nocturnal creature at him. He was even to prepare to counter-attack by using the unconscious Kain’s body. Nevertheless, Kyo instantly passes him by. After the demon hunter looks behind his back, he noticed how Kusanagi was crouching and protecting the weakened Iori. While his furious eyes glow in red, his sharp fangs show up. While he was covered in his blood from head to toes, the brunette growls like a wild beast at another threat to the redhead’s life ‘‘Get away from him! I warn you. One more step and I’ll finish you off. Back-off, you shitty demon!’’. It was followed by him stretching out his razor-sharp nails while holding Iori closely to him.

It appears that Yashiro just cracks a smile and snorts. Now, the hunter murmurs ‘‘So, you can sense who am I… That’s not bad for a low-rank vampire.’’ and backfiring in a careless tone ‘‘Calm down little guy or you’ll hurt yourself. What’s your relation towards him?’’. However, Kyo just ferociously stares at his opponent. Just before Yashiro opens his mouth, he could hear Chris near him ‘‘Are you okay? Why don’t you kill him? He’ll eat that man!’’. However, Nanakase points by his chin at the vampire while commenting ‘‘Look more closely. If this creature was already lost his sanity, he would try to kill us first. But now, for some reason, this weird vampire is over-protective of my disciple. Chris, take Yagami away from this creature before it’s too late for him.’’.

Yet, the younger brunette gave a questioning gaze to his friend before trying to forcibly remove Kyo's hands from Iori. While he was struggling with his current task, Chris whines ‘‘Yashiro, I cannot do this… That idiot’s grasp is way too strong! Can I cut his arms off?’’. However, the other demon hunter addresses Kyo in a deep, yet calm voice ‘‘Stop doing this. It’s useless, you know. However, what are you gonna do to him? Heal him by some sort of miracle? Don’t make me laugh, vampire… Your vampire side is showing up and it won’t fade away for a long time. So, before you’ll reach the city, you and he will be killed by the other people. That’s why hand over Yagami and the Guild will take care of him. Besides, the sun will rise in a couple of hours. So, I suggest you retreat peacefully and not come any close to the Hunter Guild. You may meet the very nasty end if I caught you on sight. Don’t get me wrong, I do not forbid you from encountering that reckless fool once his wounds are healed. ’’.

Surely, Kyo had to admit that there was a part of truth in the hunter’s words. Even if the vampire’s heart was tearing in pain and guilt, but he lowers his arms. More importantly, he didn’t want Iori to die on his watch. After Chris throws Yagami’s arm over his shoulder, the young hunter stands up, he starts to catch up with his companion’s step. When both left without a farewell, Kyo was left alone surrounded by the silence of the night. Like never before he felt so pathetic and defeated. He was still wondering why did Iori did not resist or try to fight back, why did he remain silent all this time. Was he wounded this badly? Or was it because of the taste of utter defeat and hurting his pride? – Right now, the vampire had countless unanswered questions about the hunter.

As the brunette stands up, he covers his eyes and starts slowly walking towards Kagura’s shop. Now, through the gaps of his palms, the tears start to flow, while his lips were shaking. The nocturnal creature wished to sleep for eternity and in this way not to harm anyone, who are precious to him.

After a while, Kyo reached the door of the witch’s hut and when he silently knocks into the door, he waits with his head hung down. It didn’t take long enough for the ebony-haired woman to open the door. However, when she notices the brunette covered in dried blood and ruined clothes, she widens her eyes and asks in a concerned voice ‘‘Kusanagi, you’re back?... What happened to you? Come in. The explanation can wait for the later.’’. Now, Chizuru takes the vampire’s arm and drags him inside while he wasn’t resisting or telling a word.

When they were finally inside, Kagura helps Kyo to sit down on the bed and asks him ‘‘Did you got into a serious fight against Yagami? Don’t tell me… you two were fighting to the death? Is this why he is not here?’’. Yet, the words are stuck inside the nocturnal creature’s throat, and he shakes his head. The sorceress only softens her gaze ‘‘Then, what happened?’’. In the end, he didn’t manage to say even a single word. However, after the intense silence, which lasted like an eternity, the brunette spits out singly words in upsetting one ‘‘He… he was… taken… by other hunters…’’.

Of course, Chizuru knew that she have to let Kyo take as much as he needed time to tell what exactly happened. After the brunette bits hard his lower lip, he continues ‘‘Me and Yagami… were nearly killed… by that hunter. But then, two hunters showed up and … defeated that man. Then… then, they took Yagami. They told that they’ll take him to their guild and treat him until he’ll get better…’’.

The witch closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. After opening her eyes, Chizuru starts to lecture in a serious voice ‘‘Why are you upset, if someone helping him? Do you think that Yagami is that weak and won’t survive? Kusanagi, how could you heal anyone when you are injured and your spirit is broken? So, for now, you need to recover and have more faith in Yagami. Even I can tell that he doesn’t want to see your broken spirit. Besides, if you’re going to stay here for a while, then at least get a hold of yourself. First, clean up yourself and eat something. I’m pretty sure that there are still a lot of blood bags, which Yagami left for you. That’s why you can rest until tomorrow evening and you’ll guard my shop during the night. So, don’t think that I’m letting you stay because I pity you. I need you to work hard and prevent you from sinking into the dark thoughts.’’. With these words, the witch went to the study room. So, as soon as she left, the vampire sinks into the bed and curls into the ball.

Meanwhile, the two hunters were on their way to the Hunter Guild. However, Yashiro’s staring at the pendant, which was taken from Kain. Surely, it got the young brunette’s curiosity and now he asked in an innocent tone ‘‘What’s up with you? If you stare at it, you’ll bump into the wall or anything else.’’. Yet Nanakase puts the golden necklace with the bloody gem into the nearest pocket of the blond hunter, and replies ‘‘Nothing much. That little stone looked like Crimson Stone. But it’s just an incomplete version of it.’’. ‘‘Incomplete? What do you mean by that?’’ asks Chris.

However, now Yashiro starts to explain while they were getting step by step to the guild ‘‘From what I could tell, Kain wanted to create the Crimson Stone. Yet, you cannot make it even by using alchemy. It would be just a mere copy, which is nowhere near the original. Some humans might even be ready to massacre countless people or even devote themselves to create a fake stone, which only grants the grain of true Crimson Stone’s power. So, is it worth sin against the so-called god and devote yourself to something that you may never achieve? You may overcome death, but you will also lose the privilege to die. Humans are such stupid creatures, who will never fail to surprise. Right, Chris?’’.

Nevertheless, the brunette only cracks a smile and teases ‘‘That’s such a deep thought coming from someone like you. Did you practice this speech in front of the mirror? You know, that won’t impress even Shermie.’’. Yet, the silver-haired man counter-attacks in a playful tone ‘‘What’s that supposed to mean? Does little Chris wanna have his tiny nose get pinched until he becomes red and starts to cry?~’’. Now, he adds in a calm tone ‘‘When you live long enough like me, then you’ll understand how this world works and you’ll be still amazed each time of humans’ shenanigans. Anyway, how is Yagami-chan doing? He seems to be quiet all this time.’’. The brunette quickly gazes next to the redhead and replies ‘‘He looks fine to me. Perhaps, he just got exhausted… I can feel that he won’t only survive until he’ll reach the infirmary, but also would cause a lot of problems to the medics.’’. In the end, Yashiro only laughs ‘‘That’s what you expect from my disciple and no less…’’. With those words, the two hunters finally reached the entrance door of the Hunter Guild.

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[nation-of-bros]

Allah's Blessing

As you stroll along the Nile and enjoy your holiday in the setting Egyptian sun, you hear several men moaning loudly. Without thinking you follow the deep male voices. The closer you get, the louder the rumbling gets. Before you know it, you suddenly find yourself in the middle of a house's courtyard. The door closes behind you. Heart racing, you turn and try to flee, but just then several hairy paws grab you. You recognize three dark-skinned and extremely hairy men who are holding you down. Completely unexpected, they pull out their dark brown Muslim cocks to rub against your face. They make it absolutely clear that you have to take turns receiving their increasingly drooling mushrooms in your mouth.

You taste the salty pre-sperm getting more and more intoxicated, where you spoil these fat Muslim dicks uninhibitedly like a little bitch. Your lips reverently kiss their exposed cock heads while your tongue glides around the piss holes, eager to catch every drop of precum. Now one of these strange men keeps fucking, holding your head with both paws. You hear him moaning louder and louder until he finally spits his Muslim cum deep inside you with complete relief. You feel the warm white sauce slide down your throat. The stranger just says something in Arabic and then disappears into the house.

The other two men squirt their thick white loads on your face at the same time and rub everything in well. Then they preach in Arabic. Instantly you feel something happening to your body. At first it's just a tickle, but soon there's a painful feeling like your bones are shifting. To calm you down, one of the Arabs kneels behind you to hug you, while the other puts his hands on your face continuing to pray. It feels like you're just a piece of clay being formed. With his fingers, the praying Arab touches all over your face, lining your lips and pressing your nose wider and crooked. You're in a trance and barely able to move. Eventually you'll just pass out.

When you regain consciousness, you suddenly find yourself somewhere else. The Arabs seem to have kidnapped you. You look around the room and recognize the many tapestries on the white front. Suddenly one of the Arabs enters the room: "Ah, my friend, you have finally awakened!". "Why do you speak my language now?" The Egyptian just grins: "Because you're an Arab now!"

In that moment you realize that something is different about you. You look down at yourself and see nothing but dark black hair on you, almost as thick as an animal's fur. Your eyes inevitably wander to your forearms, on which fat, jet-black hair is also growing, even over the backs of your hands up to your fingers! Beneath all that thick dark hair, you can see that your skin has also darkened, taking on a pleasant shade of brown, like that of the Arab men you blew off uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with me?! How can that be?" "Calm down my friend, you have been blessed by Allah, the Almighty and Merciful!" "What does that mean?!" "Now that you're one of us! You've been talking to me in Arabic the whole time without even realizing it!" the strange man grins and leads you to a mirror.

What you see now is a tall dark man, indistinguishable from the locals at all! You don't recognize yourself in those harsh facial features and dark oily eyes. To make matters worse, this beard grows so densely around half the face that not a single stubble-free patch is visible. You look like an Arab brute and not at all the pale, hairless guy you used to be.

The strange man approaches you: "We have freed you and given you a new life! Soon your beard will have grown long enough not only to be in the right body, but also to become a real Muslim brother!" "Why me?" "Because you obviously led a wrong life and Allah guided you to your true destiny!" "But I was raised Christian, how can I be a Muslim now?! And why would I want to be?!" "My friend, see your past life as a traffic accident, a stroke of fate, and now comes the healing process! Don't you already feel a lot better?" "Yes, you're right! I feel somehow stronger and safer..." "Do you feel this improvement that Allah gave you? How can he not be the most merciful to have given you a real man's body?" "Yes, I understand now! Allahu Akbar [God is most great]!"

The Arab smiles happily and then grabs your manhood: "This is the weapon that Allah gave you to spread true Islam." Only now you notice how something huge, fleshy is dangling from you. You look down seeing a very fat and dark brown dick surrounded by untamed black bush after the arab pulled down your boxer shorts. Even your balls are swinging heavy and oversized. Meanwhile, you sense for the first time how heavily your cock is cropped quite high and tight to never give you relief, so that the fat dark mushroom is permanently exposed: "As you can see, you are already marked as a Muslim brother. Your cock is destined to sire many more Arab sons for Allah."

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“Betrayal,” Levi x Reader

Summary: The 3 Titan shifters (aka Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt) had stolen the last Titan serum and you end up getting framed. While you get tortured by the military police to reveal the truth, Levi tries his best to prove your innocence.

Idk if this would end up being a series, it just might bc even tho this was requested, I’m thinking about having a spin where after the reader gets tortured, they have like a life changing moment (kinda like Tokyo ghoul where after Kaneki gets tortured, he turns into an actual ghoul) kinda like that so bear with me🤧

Warnings!: abuse and torture!!!!

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It was a normal day, the only day off the scouts had and they all spent it relaxing and talking with each other. You had sat next to your boyfriend, Levi, while having a few drinks when the military police had stormed inside the place.

The sudden harsh grabs of their hands on your body, slamming you down on the hard table was enough to cause pain through your body and you had let out a wince from the impact.

Their actions had made Levi jump up and try to shove them off your body, his anger boiling at the sight of you being put into handcuffs without them barely saying a word.

“Back up, Captain and let us do our job.” The guy ended up punching Levi clean in his jaw and made him stumble back.

“What the hell are you doing?” Armin had shouted, all the scouts ready to fight with the guards as they yanked your small body off the table.

“Y/N is under arrest for stealing the Titan serum and helping the traitors get away.” They spoke coldly, making your eyes widen at their words and Levi had looked surprised.

“That’s not true! I didn’t touch it!” You shouted, trying to resist their attempts of shoving you out the door and you had looked back at Levi.

“It’s not true, you have to believe me!” The last look he had given you was disappointment and that had made your heart shattered as they put you on the carriage.

The ride back to their station was quiet, except their disgusting words that they shot at you to make you feel guilty and even a guard mentioned how beaten you were going to be after they were done with you.

Your heart ached and your body shook from the amount of rage you felt running through your veins. You were sure you already had bruises forming on your skin from the rough pushing and shoving against the table.

Levi had stood in the middle of the room, watching you get taken out the door with the small of blood running down his nose and everyone stayed quiet, looking at the Captain.

He didn’t want to believe it but why would they suspect you? Out of all people? It had made him overthink about it but the look of terror on your face as you looked at him one last time had made him feel deep down in his gut that you were telling the truth.

He was your boyfriend afterall, he knew you pretty well and have been for over a year so he was positive he would know if you were a traitor and if you stole something as big as the Titan serum.

As you were shoved inside the cell, being locked away, you were left to your thoughts and the tears threatened to stream down your face as you tried to think of everything- how did you even end up here? What led you here?

It was a painful topic to think about, to even think about being a suspect, to think about being a traitor. There was no room for you to be a traitor even if you tried.

It had taken hours before the guards came back to bring you into a empty room, tying you to a chair to ‘ask you questions’ but in reality, they put you here to enjoy the torture they’re going to do to you.

“Where is the Titan serum?” One asked, making your sad tear filled eyes to look up at them and before you could even open your mouth, he had swung his fist to strike you across the face.

The rough impact caused blood to spit out of your mouth and onto the wooden floors, coughing it up as you tried to take steady breaths but it was far too difficult.

Levi had finally went up to the station with everyone, trying to reason with the military police and talk to them about the fact that their thoughts on you were completely false.

They had surprisingly let Levi through considering he is a scout but when he got through the area he wasn’t supposed to be in and had seen you in the room, the way you were breathing heavy and the way you face was already beaten to the point where he could barely recognize your face because it was covered it blood- it made him angry.

“Have you even done your actual fucking jobs or have you been beating her this entire fucking time?!” He shouted at them, making you raise your head at the sound of his voice and your heart began to break more if that was even possible.

“We are doing our job, you’re not even supposed to be this far back here. Get his ass out of here.” The mp ordered the guards to drag Levi out and he had looked at you with a pained look, shoving the guards off of him and walking out of the room by himself.

He didn’t want to leave you there but there wasn’t a whole lot he could do except talk to the higher ups and try to prove your innocence to them but that’s a lot harder than it sounds

Throughout the night, the guards didn’t let you sleep one bit. The long hours of them beating you whether it was with a stick, a whip- it didn’t matter. They had even used knives to cut up your skin, they didn’t care- for all they know you were a traitor to them.

The amount of blood that had covered your entire uniform was sick, you could barely even keep your eyes open and handle everything. You stopped crying, you stopped screaming, you were just emotionless.

And inside your head, you had zoned out enough to not think about the pain and think about the harsh beatings they were giving you. It felt like you had changed into a whole completely different person and gave yourself a new mindset from all this torture.

And it took two days.

Two days for Levi to find proof, two days for Levi to run up to the station and slam the proof on their desks along with bringing the scouts for evidence to show them that the people who had stole the Titan serum was no one else but the two Titan shifters, Reiner and Bertholdt.

The way Levi had rushed up to the chair you were still tied in, the rope digging in your skin from how tight it was- leaving dry blood stains from head to toe.

The guards still didn’t feel bad, shit, they still thought you did it but by their boss’ commands- they had to let you go.

Your eyes barely opened when Levi stepped in the room, all you could hear was muffling of voices and a blur of his face come into view.

He wanted to kill them desperately. The way he would enjoy watching his blade slice through their skins like butter but he kept his cool, he kept it together but deep down he wanted to scream at the sight of you. You were awful.

He had scooped you up in his arms, you could barely see his face from the blood but you ended up passing out eventually.

When you had regain consciousness, Levi had barely made it back to the base. All the scouts had looked at you in complete shock and even Armin had shed a few tears while Eren threatened to kill all the MPs.

“Just leave her be for a couple of days guys, she’s in bad shape.” Levi mumbled, he didn’t want to think about it too much- he didn’t want to stare at your bloody state or else it’ll send him off the deep end.

He didn’t know what to do but simply clean you in the bath tub. He had undressed you and sat you in there, making sure to sit you up so you wouldn’t fall. You held onto the edges of the bath, your eyes staring down at the clear water that soon was dark red from your blood.

You remained quiet which worried him, he knew it must’ve been traumatizing but he thought you would at least speak up by now.

“Y/N?” He whispered, running the cloth over your body ever so gently and this is when he got full looks of your wounds.

Deep cuts and slashes on your skin, from your back to your arms and legs. It was painful for him to look at it, he knew you would need stitches for them.

“Will you be okay for a few minutes? I need to go get the first aid.” He stared at you but your eyes stayed on the water, your head tilted down and your eyes barely even blinking.

Levi had sighed, standing up from his spot and left the room to hurry to the infirmary and come back so he can stitch you up himself. While he was gone, your eyes had moved around the bathroom and the bloody cloth he was using to wash you.

Once you had catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you stared at it for what seemed like forever- looking at the cuts that covered your pale body. Soon you started to laugh while tears filled up in your very eyes and even a few slipped down your cheeks as your laugh grew louder.

He had finally walked in the room, looking down at you and had felt a huge weight pin down on his heart. The mixed bloody tears on your cheeks and the laughter coming out of your mouth had him frozen in time until you finally caught his gaze, your laughing coming to a stop and your sobs started leaving your lips.

Levi rushed over, dropping the box and leaned over the tub to hug onto you but not so tight, making sure to watch your wounds. Your sobs had grown so loud that the scouts down the hall heard your crying, the pain escaping your throat was painful to their ears.

“Hey, shhh.” He had tried to comfort you, the guilt he felt had made him want to punch himself for not helping you sooner, it was his fault you were like this.

He stroked your hair back, tilting your head up to look at him fully and he couldn’t help but cry with you. The whimpers that escaped your busted lips had made him want to break down here and now.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.. you’re safe.” He repeated until your breathing had gone back to normal, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He had resumed what he was doing. He grabbed the needle and thread, slowly starting to stitch you up while you silently cried in the tub, the water growing cold as your body ached. He had stitched you up in so many places that he could barely count, they completely went overboard with torturing you and he felt like it was on purpose.

When he finished cleaning off the dry blood off your naked body, he lifted you up and wrapped a towel around you. He watched the dark red water go down the drain and he cursed under his breath at the mess around the bathroom, blood everywhere.

You were silent again, numb to everything you had felt throughout the last few days, emotionless but felt the need to scream again but your throat was dry and empty and sore.

He was careful to dress you in comfortable clothes, mostly his t-shirt and some sweatpants after he made sure to put bandages over your stitches and cuts. He tugged his blankets back, laying you down and tucking you in.

Once your head had hit the pillow, your eyes shut and he sat at the edge brushing his fingers through your hair, watching you for a while.

“I’ll make sure they pay for this, I promise..” He mumbled, more to himself than to you before he pressed a kiss to your bruised cheek.

“I love you.”

Throughout the night he had slept beside you but made sure to keep his distance, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way and he knew you haven’t slept the whole time you’ve kept by the military police.

As you slept, all you dreamt of was nightmares and to you they felt so real. The way they would hit you, it felt like they actually did and when they had walked up to your bloody corpse, leaning down and even threatening to cut off your fingers.

The way their plyers had gripped onto your fingernails as they ripped it out with no remorse- it all felt too real. Your body would shake, jolt and even whimpers would fall from your lips as you slept. It had taken a while for Levi to even wake up from your movements.

“Y/N.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, placing his hand on your arm and that’s when you jolted awake, sitting up and panting.

He had removed his hand when you shot up, hesitating before he reached out for you again and when you felt his fingertips- you flinched hard, looking over at him like he was a stranger.

“It’s me.” He mumbled, your eyes adjusting to the dark and you looked at his pained expression and that made your breathing start to calm down.

“Sorry.” You whispered, wiping the sweat off your forehead and you looked down at your arms wrapped in bandages, seeing the blood start to leak through.

“Don’t be.. do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” You said coldly, moving to lay back down in bed and had your back facing him as you stared at the wall.

Levi wanted to desperately take your pain away, he wish he could trade spots and take all the damage instead. But as he sat there staring down at you for what seemed like an hour, he was afraid of losing you and afraid that you were slowly slipping away from his grasp.

He thought about comforting you, would that even be a safe option? He thought. You flinched at his slight touches and he didn’t want you to become afraid of him, he loved you more than anything.

He decided to scoot closer to you, carefully kissing the back of your head and rested his hand on a safe part of your upper arm, making you tense underneath his touch.

“Look, I know what you went through was traumatic.. believe me but please don’t push me away, I can’t lose you.” He said softly, making your eyes water instantly from the flashbacks that flooded your head, every slap, kick, punch, everything.

“Levi,”

“I just want you to be able to talk to me, you’re not alone, at all.”

“I know.” You simply said, not knowing what else to really say about the situation. You were beaten senseless, out of pure hatred, it changed you.

You decided to gently turn over to face him, scrunching up your nose at the pain that followed as you moved. Your eyes looked at his, your bruised face had made his heart hurt more than he could explain.

As you two sat there staring at one another, you carefully brought your weak hand up to caress his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his skin slowly.

He leaned his face more into your hand, the most affection he has gotten out of you and even then, you hesitated, you wanted to pull away. You didn’t want to be touched, talked to, you wanted to be left alone but you had to think about Levi’s feelings too and what he did for you.

“Thank you, for everything.” You mumbled, making his eyes instantly move to look at yours with a hint of hope in them.

“No need to thank me.”

“But I want to, for cleaning me up and trying to support me.. can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

You sat there for a moment, trying to think of a better way to put everything and you sighed, your lips pressing into a thin line and even that had made the pain shoot through your busted lips.

“I just- I’m not comfortable speaking about the details but what I will say is, I’m not the same.”

“Ive noticed.” He whispered, moving his hand to brush the strands of your hair back from your face and he gave you a weak smile.

“No matter what, Y/N, I’m here.. to love you, to take care of you, all of it. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.” This time you cracked a smile, squishing his cheeks playfully as you leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips but even that caused you pain in your body.

“I love you, Lev.”

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Soooo idk whether to make a part 2

But if I was, I was thinking of the reader going crazy from the traumatic experiences and even going as far as to killing the guards in cold blood— no one knowing who did it except Levi. Blah blah.

Tell me what you think

Also this one is longer and I’m actually glad and proud how it turned out. So this is why I wanna start pacing myself, it turns out better that way❤️ but my requests are ALWAYSSSSS open, just be patient with me. Mwah. Ps, if you read all that, I love you.

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Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Vanilla Chain 1

Prompt: Ghost remembers each time they died and that’s how they’ve progressed through challenges most bugs wouldn’t even dream achieving. However, no one else seems to remember and instead they wonder why Ghost reacts badly to simple casual touches.

By @ink-of-void

A dull drone of rain pattered down across the cool stone below. The rain had only served as a buffer to the dull, passive steps of the bugs in the city, or the ever so gentle wing beats in the distance. Occasional creaks and groans would whine from the structures of the city, begging for maintenance or to finally be allowed rest. Each sound, each moment only served to further cement itself in the cacophony of white noise. A symphony of empty sound that echoed into the city's ambience.

It had been hours since the Ghost had stopped in front of the statue. Its small head tilted upwards to face that of the stone, carved to the likeness of its sibling. The inscription below spoke of sacrifice. An Eternal sacrifice. It was almost ironic. How the one forced to suffer was put on display at the apex of the ‘City of Tears’.

Memories began to rise, welling up and bubbling in its shell. They could remember their sibling screaming. How the sound of their cries echoed on deaf ears, or that easing their pain meant rending their own flesh in a desperate attempt to stop the torture. It was a waking nightmare.

They had failed their sibling. Try as they might, time and again, they could not bring it upon themselves to strike that final blow. The cries of the ‘Hollow Knight’ screeching into the black egg as they faded away from consciousness for the umpteenth time. A pang of discomfort manifested in their shell.

Slowly Ghost’s mind went from just their sibling to all the other bugs. Each one of those who slaughtered Ghost without mercy, killed with reckless abandon, or just proved to best them in combat. They were the ones it had defeated in the past. Bugs that had caused them to relive the same ritual of failure repeatedly before finally earning that place of victory. Every misstep, every badly timed jump, every poorly executed attack, It all ended in the same punishment over and over. 
CRaCK.

The pain was almost palpable just thinking about it.

It felt just as new as the first time they were ever defeated. A cold sting of its shell cracking, body being torn limb from limb, crumbling beneath them like old stone. Void spilling from its head and pooling into a free floating shape among those lost to the sickness or those who simply proved superior. Though, the empty feeling of losing its corporeal flesh paled in comparison to what came next.

It was like floating up into an entropy of empty space and confusion. The dark land was void of any life or warmth, disorienting all that passed into its wake. Yet every time, it would be waiting to welcome the vessel back again and again into its crushing, desolate embrace. It felt itself being split in two, one being given back to the world, while the other was forced to remain in limbo until it was saved. But it wouldn't matter, as they would re-awaken only moments later, sitting patiently on a bench back where they started.

The overwhelming sense of exhaustion and dissonance took a toll each time they came back. Missing half of their being and having to fight themselves just so they can regain the broken piece back. All the while, no one else seems to take notice, or even remember what had happened prior. Hundreds of failures, hundreds of deaths, and Ghost could never seem to get used to it. It truly was a burden, one that Ghost often sought refuge from by simply resting a while longer at the bench.

It was a dance with death that always ended in what could be considered a ‘mercy’. The lack of claim to its shade, allowed them yet another chance. But perhaps mercy wasn't the right term. Having to battle your own face, a fragment of your own being… it hardly seemed kind, or fair. Even after returning the shade to its rightful place, the fight wasn’t over. Most of the time, it was only just beginning. There would be no rest. There was never any rest.

However to the spider in red, this tiny bug formed of the void and pale, felt nothing as it cut down everything from vermin to gods. Acting as if death was simply part of a long list of chores, they made it seem effortless. So when she first responded to Lemm’s call, she would be lying if she didn't find it the slightest bit odd that Ghost was simply standing idle. She reached out to them, barely grazing their back with her fingers. “Ghost?-”


Without another moment passing, the vessel whipped around, nail in hand. The slash was quick, the sharp song of the blade ripping through the air as Ghost’s reaction went into motion. Time seemed to slow for a moment, its blind attack not revealing the consequence of its actions before it was far too late. Ghosts cloak finally revealed the bug into its immediate view. Upon seeing the figure, their body tensed, hanging onto the blade with an iron grip. 


Hornet didn’t even realize what happened until she glanced down at her arm. Seeing the deep blue blood dripping from the new slice in her shell was telling enough. It was nothing more than a surface wound if she was honest. Easily fixed with time and bandages. But that wasn’t her concern at the moment. Letting her hand close, she looked over to Ghost with a worried expression.

The vessel stood ready, both hands on its nail as it simply held the weapon in place. A tiny shake was visible at the end of the nail it was brandishing. Their face held no expression, yet its body told Hornet all she needed to know.

“Little Ghost?” She asked quietly, holding up her hands to show she wasn't a threat. “Are you… alright? Lemm asked me to come check on you. He says you’ve been here for hours now.”


Ghost paused for a moment, clicking its head towards Hornet. Realization struck them, causing them to slowly lower their weapon. Their gaze fell to the floor as the nail hit the stone sidewalk with a light clink. Their blade’s shimmering reflection bounced back to the vessel's sockets. Part of it was stained with the blood of their sister, obscuring some of the brilliant reflection. The water occasionally dripped down and cut the image in two, washing away the blood as it did.

Hornet sighed, going over to them and gently knelt down.

“Is something the matter, little Ghost?” the spider chimed softly, going over to touch their shoulder. Ghost recoiled, pulling their shoulder away in a rather aggressive manner. Their head didnt lift, turning instead to focus on their path. They put their nail on their back and began their leave. The spider stood up after a moment, bowing her head with a little shake as Ghost began to disappear


“Even you need to rest sometimes, little one. Please I’m, try to get some.”

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By https://twitter.com/Hell_Yena

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By @nonbinary-ghost​

Rain patters down against your shell like thousands of tiny, icy stones. The drum of it inside your mask and the prickling of it against your small body would normally be unpleasant enough as to be overwhelming; but lost as you are in your thoughts and the twisting waves of emotion trying to drown you, the rain is scarcely enough to ground you. You feel disconnected and distant, as if you aren’t really in control of your body, merely being carried along by the steady movement of your legs.

You gradually realize that you have been wandering like this for a while now. How long, you can scarcely guess, but long enough that your cloak is soaked through, and any scrap of warmth has left you. Dirtmouth had been celebrating the first twelve span of being free of the Infection, and while you had been just as happy as the next bug about the recovery of the town, the celebration had filled you with a nameless, twisting dread. And then all the lights and the sounds and the smells and the touching had left you reeling and sick. So you ran.

It could have been hours since then. You have no way of knowing. You don’t quite remember deciding to come to the City of Tears either. You just let your thoughts blur into a black haze, pointed your mask to the ground, and let your feet carry you wherever they wanted to go. You hadn’t expected to find yourself standing before the statue of your sibling. You simply realized that you were staring blankly at the inscription along the statue’s base.

“Through its sacrifice, Hallownest lasts eternal.” Something hot and prickly bubbles up inside of you at the words, making your shell itch and crawl like when you fall in acid. Hornet had once explained the feeling as anger. Why are you angry? You puzzle over it for a moment, resisting your initial urge to strike at the plaque with your nail and scratch out the offending inscription. Instead, you read over it again, feeling the anger boil deep in your belly.

Sacrifice. That’s the part that makes you angry. Sacrifice implies choice. Hollow had no choice in sealing the Radiance. You hadn’t had any choice. None of your siblings had any agency over anything that happened to them. No, none of you were giver the choice to make sacrifices – you were the sacrifice. And for what? Hallownest still fell. So many bugs died, so many cultures were consumed by the plague and lost to dust and rot. All of your siblings, but Hollow and Hornet especially, still suffered and struggled. Yes, you had eventually killed the Radiance, but that hadn’t been part of the Pale King’s plan. He didn���t even know about Godseeker, didn’t even consider that there might be another way that didn’t involve condemning his child to an eternity of suffering. No, your “Father” had expected all of you to “sacrifice” yourselves to the seals and suffer in silent mystery to keep the Radiance contained. How dare he imply any level of choice in what happened to your siblings.

“Ghost?”

The soft question yanks you painfully from your thoughts and you feel as if you slam back into yourself. You are suddenly very aware of the rain hitting your mask, of your hands clenched into fists.

Of the dark shadows that had begun to flicker like flames around you receiving back into you. You spin to find Hornet standing on one of the nearby signposts, her red cloak so damp it nearly looked brown and her needle poised as if prepared to zip away at any moment.

“Are you alright?” Her stance relaxes somewhat as the shadows fade. You don’t know how to answer, so you simply turn away. You look up at your sibling’s likeness looming over you, proud, regal, poised. Not at all like the desperate, brutal Pure Vessel you were forced to fight in Godseeker’s Pantheons. Not at all like the sick and injured bug that you freed from the black egg temple after killing the Radiance.

“Do you need to be alone?”

You shrug. The happiness and celebration in Dirtmouth had been overwhelming, and you had wanted to be alone then. But now, a part of you mutters discontentedly. You’re lonely, and maybe Hornet of all people could understand these feelings. She was the only one besides Hollow who might. “I’m angry,” you sign, pointing at yourself and making a sharp gesture with both hands. Hornet has slowly been teaching you and Hollow the sign language used in the Hive, but none of you are all that good with it yet. It often requires body language and facial expressions for certain distinctions between similar signs – a difficult feat to accomplish when your face is a mask. Hornet follows your gaze and hops down to join you.

“About the statue?”

You point to the inscription.

“We didn’t have a choice,” you sign furiously. “We failed. And now what’s left?”

You stop, a dawning realization creeping through you. That was why you’re angry. Why you’re discontent even though by all accounts you had succeeded. You defeated the Radiance, ended the Infection, freed your sibling, and even survived channeling the Void Entity. You are free to do whatever you want now, but you slowly realize that this new freedom is what has you feeling so distant. You and your siblings were all created with a purpose, and now, with that purpose gone, you have nothing left. You have no other skills but fighting. No passions, no home, no culture to rebuild. You and Hollow are free, but now what is left for you? Your Father had sacrificed your futures, not just your lives, and now you are feeling lost and separate from the bugs around you. They had all suffered through the plague, lost loved ones and homes. But they had passions and dreams to guide them and give them hope. You only have nightmares that keep dragging you into the past, making it impossible to look forward to the future.

“Who am I supposed to be, now?” you finish limply. The anger is gone, replaced with a choking sorrow. Your breathing feels thick and heavy. Hornet holds out a hand, hesitating before touching you to make it an offer, and you lean into it, letting her hand rest lightly between your shoulders.

“What the Pale King did, what he demanded of all of us, was unjust,” she said at last, an ember of her own rage warming her words. “There is nothing that can change that. You and Hollow and all the others deserved so much more. But Ghost,” she kneels so she can look into your mask with such honest ferocity that your breath hitches in your chest. “You are so much more than what our Father made you. You are not just a weapon or a tool. You never were. There is a future for us now, because of you. I know it will be had. It will be scary. Change always is. But we have each other – you, me, Hollow, all of Dirtmouth – we are all here to support each other. We are all learning and growing past everything that happened. I promise, none of us are going to leave you behind again.”

A tightness forms in your throat at her words and your vision blurs as that heaviness in your chest tightens. That promise to not be left behind again stirs a confusing blur of emotion that you can’t make any sense of. It doesn’t feel good, but it doesn’t feel bad either.

“Can I hug you?”

You nod and lean into her touch, the weight and warmth of your sister’s arms doing more to ground you that the rain. For once you feel … safe. Something inside you cracks, like an old shell you’ve grown too big for, and suddenly you’re crying. For everything you went through, for everything you lost, for everyone who didn’t survive to see the same light of freedom. You sob, clutching at Hornet’s cloak.

You finally let yourself mourn everything that brought you here.

And tentatively hope for everything that might come to be.

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By @brimal-baspid​

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By @martin-ftw​

The rain pours heavily in the city of tears.

The knight walks up to the fountain square. They look upon the fountain, where the Memorial to the Hollow Knight resides.

The knight inspects, "In the Black Vault far above. Through its sacrifice Hallownest lasts eternal." as Hornet dashes in with her needle.

"Again we meet little ghost." Hornet started, "... seek the Grave in Ash and the mark it would grant to one like you."

After finishing her guidance for the knight, she added, quietly, "Are you, perhaps, even a little, afraid?"

The water flows through the fountain endlessly, yet the knight remains emotionless.

Hornet giggles to herself, "hmmhmm, that's right, no voice to cry suffering, best of luck to your journeys little ghost."

After a few seconds of silence, Hornet raised her needle and hopped onto the ceiling.

The knight pauses, and dashes right to the opened door, leaving only the sounds of rain splashing the water fountain and flapping of wings from the lumaflies.

At the front door of the Pleasure House, the knight inserts the simple key and opens the door, walking in as Hornet follows. With the beautiful singing by Marissa, the knight goes on the long elevator ride as Hornet clings onto the elevator.

“About to learn your troubled past, aren't you little ghost?" Hornet asks inside the hot spring, while the knight sits on the bench.

The knight nods while opening their map and picking off one of those scarab markers, moving it to the bottom right of the map.

"Though I have underestimated your power, do you think you've got what it takes? To preserve the future of hallownest?" The knight does not know how to answer, they stand up from the bench and pack up their map.

"Exit's on the right, break the wall down to King's station," Hornet says while thinking to herself, could this one succeed? The knight swings their nail at the wall, breaking it open with a loud crack, and heads downwards.

Hornet sat in the spring by herself.

Guarding the cast-off shell is her job - she knows she has to fight the knight one more time, to ensure the knight is ready to finish their quest even after seeing their conception and past. She sighs, all rested, and stands up; knowing she's much faster than the knight in traversing the Hallownest, she raises her needle and swings out of the pleasure room, down to the Kingdom's edge she goes.

“Perhaps this one would be strong enough. They made it so far, don't fail me now little ghost" She quietly mumbles, before pointing her needle towards the entrance of the arena,

"So you'd pursue the deeper truth? It isn't one the weak could bear. Prove yourself ready to face it. I'll not hold back..."

With the wind blowing harder and louder in the edge of the world, the fight begins, the sentinel of a fading land and the vessel to save Hallownest.

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By @potentialforart​

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By @starstress​

They crouch, body full of tension, and they stare on ahead at their target. The platform is right there, waiting for them like a pedestal.

They jump.

Soaring through the air, quick and steady, they reach out, claws stretched and yearning.

There, they think. Right there.

And as the edge comes right by them, confidence blooms inside their chest, sure that they'll reach it. Their outstretched claws brush by a single tiny pristine leaf, one in a dozen, green and lush. It bounces right back into place as they are claimed by gravity.

They fall onto the lower platform, the moss softening their landing. They look up, and disappointment is a small bitter ball in their stomach, but they brush it aside. The stone edge they were aiming for now looms above them unforgiving. They will not let it discourage them, they will try again.

They want to know. They need to know. Who that red-clothed bug was, and why they felt such a pull to her.

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Through stretching lush highways and seeming ceilingless and bottomless caverns, they push onwards. They’re spurred ever on by glimpses of rushing red, pale horns and swishing silk.

They would have expected the constant green to become monotonous by the time they reach a bench locked behind a gate, guiding them ever higher, but the shrub and moss-covered land surprises them still. From keeping them on high alert constantly and mercilessly, to undeniably charming them through towering leaf-embroidered architecture and statues, simple but beautiful blooms filling the air with glittering pollen, and soft chimes of birdsong, Greenpath has carved a spot in their heart that they can’t believe can ever be topped.

Still on they go, for though they wish to properly explore, they know that that can wait. They heal themselves, fill in the map with all the paths and twists and turns that they have crossed, put on the few charms that they have gathered, and stand up. They look ever upwards and hope they’re drawing closer to wherever the red-clothed person might be leading them.

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There--

They rush forward, into the air and off the moss-covered stone ledge, eyes locked onto the red figure. Behind them, a gate slams closed, but though the sound echoes in the small clearing, they pay it no mind.

They land on steady feet, leaf softening the sound of their fall.

There she is--

They've found her.

The red-cloaked bug, in all her stern and decisive figure.

She is encompassed by engraved and moss-covered pillars of stone, but still she towers over them, despite only being about twice their own height.

Her dark eyes, but not as dark as theirs, no one with as dark as theirs, never, track their every move, ready to act, ready to cut down. They stare at her and she stares at them, a contest of wills.

She raises her blade - her needle - and they rush to mirror her.

Soft light streams down, from in between greenery, though they not know not its source, and halos her in pale light.  And though this is their first proper encounter with her, the red bug feels familiar, like they know her mask, the shape of her eyes, like they once gazed, even briefly, upon those features in a past life.

Nevertheless, her stance is rigid and unforgiving.

No further, her eyes scream even before she deems them worthy of words, no further I will allow you, until you prove yourself.

They tighten their grip upon their nail, and shove back into their void all pangs of sadness. This is a fight for their life, and, more than ever, a fight for their existence.

Maybe, after they defeat her, they can ask her why she feels like family - lost, but found again.

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By @dovalore​

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By @jonsilverstone​

https://soundcloud.com/jachym-hajek/vanilla-1-july-21-jon-silverstone-hornet-v-hollow/s-8IcY8UIzrtg

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By @alaska-ren-works​

“Do you want to just fulfill the wyrm’s standards or do you want to make me proud, Princess of Hallownest?”

Hornet tightened her needle’s grip and lowered her stance. Heart calm and mind steady, she didn’t feel the rise of a subtle smirk on her face. This was her moment she had trained for in the Hive. Not to be the pale wyrm’s spawn, but to be the Daughter of Deepnest.

“You will see my answer soon, Mother.”

Weavers and bugs alike stood in solemn excitement as Herrah, Beast and Queen of Deepnest, circled the princess. Her white mask hid her emotions, but Hornet could more than feel the queen’s wide grin. Herrah twirled her own needle in her hand, a feat that impressed Hornet to no end as that very needle was longer than she was tall.

“Very well.” With a final step, Herrah faced Hornet with her needle at the ready. “You know the rules and so do I.”

Hornet nodded. As the lower-ranked of the two, Hornet must make the first move. Everyone and everything turned still. Watching. Waiting.

With a resolute bang of a drum, Hornet yelled, “Garama!”

The crowd roared with the start of the duel, but Hornet only heeded her opponent. She speared her needle forward and as Herrah jumped away, she reeled it back. Herrah dodged the attack and closed in on Hornet. The young spider darted away right before Herrah’s needle slashed through the space she just left.

When it came to brute strength, Hornet would lose in an instant. But she was smaller, faster, and more agile. If she could avoid a direct hit, she might have a chance at winning this.

Hornet rolled away as another strike whistled too close for her liking. She slashed her needle upwards, forcing Herrah to jump back. Taking this, she jumped into the air and released a storm of silk.

When her feet landed, Herrah slammed into her. Her breath wrenched out of her chest as she flew then skidded on the floor. It was a miracle she was still on her feet. With her head bent, she did not see the pride glimmer in her mother’s eyes before the queen composed herself.

Herrah’s head turned when the ravelling of silk sounded above her. The whistling of an incoming needle alerted her and the Beast parried Hornet’s thrust.

In Herrah’s moment of distraction, Hornet covered the arena in sticky silk traps. Now, this was where Hornet shines. She darted between the silk

strands and rushed at Herrah, the bigger spider now pressed for space. Strikes and slashes were landed and blocked, and Herrah growled. The next second Hornet rushed in, Herrah took hold of her and used her momentum to throw her far. Hornet flipped in the air but stumbled on her landing. Looking up, Herrah’s needle swung in a wide arc, destroying the nearby threads.

Mother and daughter studied each other from opposite ends of the arena. Hornet felt fatigue settle in her bones and her lungs struggled with big gulps of air. Herrah stood tall and her giant nail held steady, but Hornet could see her chest moving quickly.

“What do you think about heading over to the hotspring after this, huh?” Hornet’s eyes widened at Herrah’s invitation.

“Y-yes, Mother!” Hornet reddened at her stuttering voice. She cast out her exhaustion and readied her stance.

Herrah grinned as she raised her needle once more. “Then let’s make this worth it.”

[teddy06writes]

Locked Away

Requested by this anon: “Heyo! Can I please request an Awesamdude x Fem!Reader in which the reader is an inmate at Sam’s prison? Not Stockholm syndrome or anything because the reader already had a crush on Sam before being put in there. Thanks!” 

And also this one: “ please i will cry if i don’t get more awesamdude content. i’ve scrolled to the very end of his every hashtag.” 

Awesamdude x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, yelling, manipulation (dream’s the reason your in prison), character death

premise: In game AU; or the past three months you’d been under Dream’s control, only half aware of what was going on, the last thing you can remember from before was talking to Sam almost telling him your feelings, but now, as you are suddenly yanked from his control you find yourself being thrown in prison, now under his watchful eye

{oh there is no fluff here fellas} 

“blep” talking

‘belp’ talking but its the green bitches voice in your head

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You were drifting, drifting through your strange, foggy world, doing your best to forget about the way you could barley control your own body, just a puppet on strings, when yelling, not of the voice that you’d been hearing, but of someone else, cut through the  smog. 

-“It’s over!”-

-”none of this will ever be over”-

The voice, it was your own but it didn’t belong to you. 

-”Dream has Surrendered (y/n), we can’t allow you to continue on his work”-

Growing bored you begin to drift away again, barley seeing, or feeling the people dragging you away. 

Sometime later, you’d been drifting, and then were suddenly plummeting back down into your body, a strangled sound escaping your throat as you regained control of your own body. 

“What the fuck?” A loud voice asked. 

You jerked your head up, turning to see that it was Sapnap who had been restraining you as you shuffled along, weakly asking, “Wha-? Sapnap- what’re you? Wh- what?” 

You looked around frantically at the smooth Blackstone walls, and down the hallway to where Bad and Sam are moving through unlocking a series of locks, “Where? Wha- Where I am I? Wh- wh- wh- what’s going on?” 

“Yeah nice try,” Sapnap scoffed, “I’m not letting you go because of fake amnesia.” 

“No- it- I-” Panic was rising in your chest as Sam and Bad finished with the locks and pulled open a door to what looked like a cell. 

“You think we shackle her like we did with him?” Sapnap asked, all but dragging you forward. 

Bad was clearly about to nod when Sam stopped him, obviously conflicted as he searched your eyes, “No. She won’t need them.” 

“What is happening right now?” You asked desperately. 

Ignoring you Sapnap nodded, pulling your forward and pushing you into the cell, the barred door closing behind you, “Well, you don’t need me anymore, I’m gonna go talk to Dream.” 

“Be careful.” Bad advised and Sam began to relock the door. 

You slowly, shakily, pulled yourself to your feet, look through the bars at Sam and Bad, “What is going on?”

Bad frowned, almost glaring at you, “(y/n) this is what happens to people who do bad things. Siding with Dream is just about the worst thing you could have done.” 

“Side wit- side with Dream?” You blinked, rubbing at your temples as panicked tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes, “I- I didn’t- I wouldn’t-” 

Bad simply turned away as Sam finished the locks, taking in a shaky breath, “We trusted you, you know?” 

“I- Sam- I didn’t- Sam I don’t know whats going on? Where am I? I didn’t- I didn’t side with Dream- I would never side with Dream.” You said desperately. 

“This is The Prison (y/n), entirely unescapable, made for people li- like you,” His voice wavered, and quickly he turned, “There's no getting out.” 

You cried yourself to sleep that night, small sobs echoing through the empty halls of the prison; in his office Sam felt each new sob in his chest; in his cell, with each new sob Dream’s smile only grew larger.

~~

Sam sighed, blocking out Dream’s monologue as he slid the tray of food through the opened slot in the door. 

Dream’s cell had no bars, just a full steel door, and a tiny window in the ceiling, yet the man seemed to enjoy it, far to much. 

“You know how funny it was to see (y/n) getting dragged in here?” Dream laughter shrilly. 

“You were in here, there was no way you could’ve seen anything.” Sam replied sharply. 

“Oh but I hear everything,” Dream laughed again, “Stupid bitch didn’t even know what was going on, god I didn’t think it’d be that easy to get in her dumbass head.” 

“Don’t call her that,” Sam hissed, slamming the slot shut and locking it, “I don’t want another word out of you until you’re giving me that fucking tray back.” 

Ten minutes later the hallway your cell was in was deadly silent other than Sam’s footsteps, “Food time.” 

He slid the tray into the slot of your door, and look picked your head up from leaning back on the wall to look at him, “You do realize something’s wrong here, right?” 

“I mean, you siding with Dream was certainly wrong.” Sam muttered. 

You sounded utterly broken and defeated as you moved to lay back on your cot, turning to face the wall, “I didn’t realize manipulation was a form of agreement.” 

Sam sighed, “Are you gonna eat this or not? I’m not suppose to leave till you do.” 

“Then I guess your going to have to sit here.” 

The first 15 minutes passed in silence, Sam resigning to sit on the floor outside your cell as the minutes ticked on, eventually asking, “You were saying you didn’t remember anything, what exactly do you remember?” 

“You.” The word was simple enough, “We were talking- you said you thought you could do something. Tried to walk me home but I said I’d be fine. Dream was waiting at my house.” 

Sam hummed, a slight anxiety rising in his chest, “What did I think I could do?” 

You sighed, studying the Blackstone wall, “You said ‘I think I might be able to love you’ but with whatever I did there's no way it’s true anymore.” 

Sam stayed quiet, thinking back on that night nearly two months ago, plans for the building of that very prison were being finalized, he’d felt so on top of the world he’d admitted the feelings weighing him down, but then you had become strange, distant. 

“Why did you do it?” He asked eventually. 

“Do what?” 

“Y- you were helping Dream, with fighting New L’manburg, exiling Tommy, blowing up L’manburg again, you- you helped him round up the things that hold power.” 

You frozen, distant foggy memories flaring up in your mind, a thousand answers presenting themselves, ultimately deciding on, “Do you know what it feels like, to not be in control of your mind? To be stuck in the passengers seat as a madman takes to the road?”

He was silent as you continued, “To have your consciousness so nearly severed from your body that you can barley see or feel what’s going on? I didn’t have a chance to ask what was going on. He was just there, in my brain. Do you know what that’s like? I’d say you shouldn’t. Just take that food back and leave. Let me go back to dreaming of a future I missed out on.” 

~~

“How did it happen?” 

Another quiet question, another quiet silence interrupted. 

“It’s- foggy,” You admitted, more to the ceiling than to Sam, “But I think- I think it was like a switch got flipped. Could still be flipped. Then he’d be in control again.” 

A week had passed since you’d been locked away, and still Sam would sit, until you finished your food, or, more like, until you finally pushed the food away, still refusing to eat despite the pangs of hunger. 

“I- I didn’t kill anyone, did I?” You hazarded. 

“I don’t know,” He admitted, “Even if you did, that wasn’t you. Nothing you did then was you.” 

“Stop doing that.” You muttered, rolling over to face the wall yet again. 

“Doing what?” 

“Saying things you would’ve said before,” You said bitterly, “You can’t treat me like a monster one second and then like a lover the next. I may be a monster thanks to him but I do not think I deserve that.” 

“You’re not-” 

“A monster?” You cut him off, “That why I can still fucking hear him sometimes? Taunting me? Threatening to take over again?” 

Sam froze, looking back through the bars to your turned back, “You can here him?” 

Your hands began to shake, thinking about the barren whispers that filled your head at night, forcing yourself to sit up and turn back to him, plucking a small piece of bread from the tray, “Sometimes.” 

“How? His cell is on the other side of this place.” 

“He’s in my head, still hasn’t fully left, that is,” You sighed, biting off a small chunk of the bread before tossing it back on the tray and pushing it toward the door, “Thank you.” 

Reluctantly Sam took the tray, standing up and starting to trudge back down the hallway, “I won’t let him hurt you.” 

Soon, he journeyed back down to the level where Dream was being held. 

“I had a feel you’d be down here.” Sam could hear the smirk in Dream’s voice. 

“What did you do to her?” 

Dream chuckled, “I guess that depends on what you mean. Technically I didn’t do anything, that was all her.” 

“What did you do?” He repeated. 

“Nothing of consequence. For me at least. Honestly it was really quite easy to get in her head, didn’t even fight it,” Dream shifted, letting out a harsh laugh, “Part of me thinks it was like she was already that bad. Just as evil as me.” 

Sam crossed his arms, “No one could be as evil as you, least of all her.” 

“Of course you’d think so,” Dream laughed, “Course you’d think better of a monster.” 

~~

‘you think he’s ever going to forgive you?’ 

‘you’re a monster (y/n) nothing can change that.’ 

‘no matter how much you beg, no matter how much you try to get them to understand it was me, they will never let you out.’ 

His voice haunted you, keeping you up far into the night, words etching themselves into the walls of your mind. 

‘he will never forget what you did.’ 

‘you ruined people, you worked for me, and that makes you evil.’ 

‘Your a monster. And even if you weren’t one before, I’ll make sure you become one.’

“You don’t control me.” You muttered up into the darkness. 

‘oh (y/n) your so naïve.’ 

“Shut up.” You muttered more forcefully. 

‘you think I can’t control you from here? you are a fucking fool.’ 

Almost immediately a feeling of panic surged through you as something changed, the switch in your head being flipped once again, the last thing you could truly hear as he took over was two harsh words. 

‘you’re mine.’ 

~~

It was early in the morning when Sam had woken up to a panicked sounding Bad over the coms, “I don’t know what's happening!! It- it sounds like- like someone's trying to kill her!” 

Almost immediately Sam was up and sprinting down the corridor.

It took him all too long to reach your level, where Bad was frantically trying to undo the locks on your cell. 

“Get out of the way!” He yelled, pulling out the master key card as he heard the obvious sounds of someone being choked. 

It took yet a moment longer to get the cell door open, to find you one hand clamped around your own throat, the other desperately trying to pry it off. 

“Bad go get healing pots!” Sam yelled, immediately rushing forward to help you as Bad went running. 

It took him a moment to wrench your hand away from your neck, just long enough for you to cough twice, looking up at him in fear, “Sam, run.” 

His brow furrowed, looking down at you confused as your face seemed to shift, and then suddenly you were throwing him across the room.

Sam watched, dazed as you bolted out of the cell and down the hall, master key card in hand.

By the time he had dragged himself to his feet, and his vision had cleared itself of the spots that had drifted through there were several alarms going off, and distantly, he could hear people running.

“Bad! Ant! Give me an update, what’s happening?!” He yelled into the coms, already starting to run to where he suspected the noise was coming from.

“The key cards! She got the key cards! They’re headed for south sector!” Ant yelled back.

“I want someone back in the control room,” Sam ordered, “Turn the mining fatigue up, set the lava traps and get guards on the outer perimeter. We can’t let Dream escape.”

Sam continued to run, listening to chatter over the coms as to where you were headed, quickly gaining.

~~

“Freeze!” Sapnaps loud voice echoed through the corridor.

Dream turned from where you were toiling to break the wall to see Sapnap, Antfrost, BBH, and Sam all aprouching, crossbows drawn.

“Surrender now and we won’t take your last life.”

Dream merely laughed, looking his former friends in the eye, “You can’t stop me.”

“It’s four on two, seems like pretty good odds in our favor.” Sam hazarded, stepping forward and breaking the line.

Dream seemed to size him up, before glancing to you, “Kill them.”

The words were simple, and clear.

You stood, dropping your pickaxe and donning the armor nabbed while on the run.

“(Y/n), don’t-” Sam said cautiously, lowering his crossbow. 

Dream sneered at him, drawing the other sword taken from the armory as Sapnap drew his own, “(y/n), fight him, I can take care of the rest.” 

You nodded obediently holding up your sword before launching yourself towards Sam. 

Sam raised his shield, blocking your first thrust, and then the second, quickly trying to back away from you as Dream attacked his comrades, “(y/n) don’t do this!” 

His words fell upon deaf ears as you attacked again, this time grazing Sam’s arm with your blade. 

He yelped in pain, instinctively starting to swing back, though not heavily enough to hurt you. 

The sounds of fighting echoed through the corridor as you and Dream clashed with the guard, the men Dream attacked falling quickly until it was just you and Sam battling it out. 

You slashed again at his arm, this time penetrating deep into the exposed skin on his inner arm, using his pause and yell of pain as time to kick him back knocking the sword out of his hand and pinning him to the ground with your boot. 

Your sword poised at his throat you looked to Dream, waiting for confirmation. 

When the man nodded Sam desperately reached out to you, “(y/n), (y/n) please- don’t- plea-” 

~~

You’d been drifting again, thinking of the night before Dream had taken you. 

It had been late, you had stayed to long gazing at the sky, and Sam had found you sitting by the prime path. 

He’d sat down next to you, and for a while you talked about everything and nothing all at once, until you’d laughed, and in some sort of sleep drunk state, leaned in and tried to kiss him. 

Much to your surprise he had kissed back, giving you a murmured confession, the same one you heard now, yelled and frantic.

-”(y/n) please! I- I think- I love you- Don’t do this! Don’t-”-

The strings were cut, and you plummeted back into your own body in time to see a blade cutting into his neck. 

“S-Sam?” Your eyes traveled up the blade, to the hand clasped around the grip- your hand. 

“Sam!” You were desperate now, tossing the sword away with a clatter as fresh tears sprang in your eyes. 

Distantly you could hear Dream laughing as you leaned over Sam’s body, “Sam no! Sam- Sam- I told you to run- I told you to run! Why? Why didn’t you? Sam! Please! No!” 

The only thing you got in return was Dream’s wild laugh, and the blade being thrust into your back. 

[dinosaurtsukki]

dating the port mafia’s medic

a/n: basically headcanons of port mafia members dating one of the organization’s medics who happen to be you. i just thought this would be cute and i’m craving fluff. also these are,,, really long.

feat. akutagawa, chuuya, and odasaku

akutagawa ryuunosuke:

you were the doctor that mori specifically assigned to him to help with his lung condition

even though akutagawa was supposed to have regular, weekly sessions he’d only come in like,, twice a month and that was after you texted mori that he hasn’t been visiting you

akutagawa isn’t all too comfortable with the fact that he has to take off his shirt so that you could put him in an x-ray gown or when you need to listen to his breathing with a stethoscope

but you’re incredibly patient with him and also the pay is good so you persist

at one point during one of your sessions, akutagawa grumbles about having to come to the clinic when he just wants to live long enough to make dazai proud

and you’re like ‘is that so?’

“personally, i’d feel kind of sad if you had to die so early”

that kind of gets akutagawa thinking. he can tell by the way you said it that you had no ulterior motives behind it

akutagawa: but,,, i'm your most troublesome patient

you: oh my god you think you're troublesome ??

you start to rant abt all the patients you had to treat before who didn't believe in vaccines or got their elbows stuck in weird places

akutagawa finds your stories really entertaining so he ends up enjoying and willingly going to his sessions with you

after that first fight with atsushi, you ended up taking care of akutagawa and patching up his body 

literal days of you just being at his bedside, worrying and hoping that he'll wake up and then you suddenly realize that maybe you have feelings for him

when akutagawa regains consciousness, he finds that he doesn't entirely hate the situation he's in because he gets to see you more often

he likes listening to more of your stories while you sit at his bedside. eventually he opens up with stories of his own (most of them are abt his missions so yeah)

akutagawa begins visiting your clinic more and one day he comes in even though he doesn't have a session and then agonizes over why the heck he did that

good guy senpai chuuya is basically all 'idk are you in love or something?'

to akutagawa it's utterly unacceptable and he hides his feelings for so long until you're the one who decides to confess to him

and to your surprise, he hesitantly asks if maybe you two would like to be in a relationship

you two are awkward about it at first. akutagawa doesn't really know if drinking tea at your clinic could be considered a 'date' but he does like these moments

both of you have pretty hectic schedules since m your patients are also mafia members and you have to be on-call all the time but akutagawa is really understanding

he likes seeing you in casual clothes but he also thinks you look good in a labcoat (he probably borrowed it when you were not looking to try it on)

because akutagawa has grown quite accustomed to your touch and initiates holding hands with you (in private ofc)

he's still not used to the idea of you taking care of him not just as a doctor but as his s/o but it makes a nice change for once

chuuya nakahara:

the first time he met you was after a mission when he was taking one of his subordinates to the emergency room of the infirmary

you were the doctor on-duty that night and the first time chuuya laid his eyes on you he was like 'damn'

who knew the mafia doctors were this hot amirite

ofc you were also kind of starstruck to see mafia executive chuuya nakahara in the emergency room but you had a job to do and a man was losing blood

you: what's his type?

chuuya: uh,, h/c hair, beautiful eyes, labcoat...

you: i mean... his blood type

chuuya's got it bad. after that night he couldn't stop thinking about that cute medic aka you

but he didn't even know what your shifts were so he LOOKS FOR YOUR CASE FILE IN THE RECORDS

it's like he's gonna commit a murder or something but no he's looking for information on you

the guy’s pretty impressed when he looks at your resume and definitely sees why you were hired to be a doctor at the mafia but that only makes him want to see you more

but questions is, how does he make it look like he was just ‘passing by the infirmary’ and not that he’s actively looking for you

tsundere boy is tsundere

because chuuya almost NEVER gets injured in fights and he’s got a reputation for that and now does he get himself injured on purpose just to see you?

well, the opportunity presents itself in the form of him and dazai fighting cthulhu aka lovecraft but we all know its cthulhu 

chuuya wakes up on a hospital bed to you checking in on him and he almost falls off the bed in shock

but then after he gets his bearings he realizes what an IDEAL SITUATION THIS IS

although it’s kind of hard to flirt with someone when you’re in a hospital gown with an IV infusion stuck to his arm

nonetheless, he finally decides to ask you out after his last day of treatment and you’re shocked of course but agree

although your first date ends up being rain-checked because a patient comes in a new mission for chuuya comes up

actually almost all your dates get rain-checked until after a mission, chuuya decides to visit your clinic with a bouquet of flowers just when you get off your shift

chuuya: are... you free?

you: yeah. are... you free?

both of you are too tired for a fancy restaurant date so you two end up at a cozy bar to share a drink

chuuya loves listening to your stories and talking to you. he literally has his chin on his hands listening to how you made a makeshift tourniquet out of your labcoat while you were on the field

both of you are really busy people but chuuya likes to stop by your clinic once in a while

you always have fresh flowers on your table because chuuya brings them for you

sometimes he’ll come home to you already tired and passed out 

oda sakunosuke:

the first time he met you was after a particularly rough mission and you were luckily there at the emergency room to treat him 

this guy had a concussion and needed stitches asap but instead he was asking you to treat his companions first 

you quickly treated him and let him rest and of course the first thing he asks when he wakes up is how everyone else is doing

your intrigued of course because you’ve never met a mafia member who was like him 

the second time you met him, odasaku actually brought someone from the enemy faction along because he didn’t think that leaving him to die was the right choice

he didn’t know if you would treat them because you were loyal to the mafia but you also had your own moral code as a doctor to treat patients no matter who they were

odasaku stuck around the emergency room knowing that it was going to take you hours to treat the man and when you come out, you’re surprised to see him there with a cup of coffee

the two of you end up sitting in the hallway and talking about all sorts of things. you love listening to how odasaku stopped killing so that he can fulfill his dream of being a writer

he on the other hand loves hearing about how you went through the hell that was med school because you were dedicated to saving lives

maybe odasaku doesn’t mind getting injured so much because that means he gets to see you but also you can’t help but feel worried about him

one time, one of the odasaku’s adopted kids gets really sick and the first person he ends up calling is you because he has no idea what to do 

to his relief, you show up right at the curry restaurant and are very much ready to help

odasaku admires how good you are with kids. even though they just met you, they’ve already taken a liking to your calm, sweet presence

you even pull out your stethoscope and let them take turns listening to each other’s heartbeats

until a kid walks up to oda to check his heartbeat and is like ‘uh,,, your heart is beating really fast’

cue all the kids singing “ODA LOVES Y/N, ODA LOVES Y/N”

you look up at oda and he doesn’t look away and now you know

after that day, oda asks if you would like to maybe have a drink with him or visit a cafe and you say that you would love to

odasaku loves to drop by your clinic because he’s such a caring boyfriend and he knows how stressed you are from your work

he even comes by in the morning to bring you your coffee and he memorizes your order

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[little-mad]

Little Jackpot Pt. 11

~ Last Part ~ Next Part ~

The first thing Ambry noticed when she began to regain consciousness was the fact that she very much was not on solid ground. In addition to a slight but persistent up and down movement, she could also feel a strong heartbeat that was not her own pulsing through her body. It was then that she noticed the spongy texture of the surface she was lying on.

With her senses finally together enough to finally fully wake up, Ambry’s eyes flew open. The moment they did, memories of the past couple hours began to flood in. She’d been abducted by Kole, stuck in his grasp, and then...then she’d done something drastic, something that explained why the surface she was resting on was so absurdly big.

Ambry swallowed down a wave of intimidation as she shifted into a sitting position atop Sebastian’s palm. She had been in the human’s hand before, but she had been quite a bit bigger then. Now her entire body easily fit into the cup of his palm.

With the massive black clad wall that was Sebastian’s chest blocking one side, and his right hand blocking the other, Ambry couldn’t see much of the world around them. From the glimpses she got though, she could tell they were outside, walking down a street in the city. Normally she would have considered Sebastian’s behavior to be smothering, but at that moment she was honestly grateful. She didn’t think she could handle experiencing the whole world at an increased scale right now.

“Ambry?” A voice softly called from above. Ambry had to tilt her head back quite far in order to see Sebastian’s vast facing staring down at her in concern.

The up and down movement she’d been experiencing, which she now realized had been Sebastian’s gait, came to stop, indicating he had halted his journey.

“H-hey.” Ambry greeted with an awkward wave. “I can’t believe how huge he is!” She thought to herself incredulously. Any natural, instinctual fear she’d had of creatures of human size now seemed to be on overdrive. Despite knowing the human holding her was a friend that would look out for her, Ambry’s increased heart rate and the nervous sweat developing on her brow told her that her body didn’t buy it.

“She’s awake?” Ambry jumped slightly at the sound of Adrien’s voice coming from somewhere out of her view.

“How are you feeling? Are you hurt?” Sebastian questioned, managing to keep his voice low and steady despite the urgency in his tone.

Ambry shook her head. “I’m fine, just a little lightheaded is all.” She called up to the witch, being sure to raise her voice so it would reach his faraway ears.

A small yelp slipped out from the pixie’s mouth when the hand she was sitting on suddenly began to move upwards. The movement was slow and careful, but still jarring for the tiny passenger. When Sebastian’s palm stopped its ascent in front of his face, Ambry hurriedly tried to compose herself.

Rather than saying something immediately as she had expected, Sebastian remained silent while his deep green eyes carefully inspected the pixie resting in the palm of his hand.

While Ambry liked being the center of attention at times, she did not like being an object of close examination. Having such a massive being drink in every detail of her much smaller form gave her a swirly feeling in her stomach.

A touch of red began to tinge Ambry’s cheeks. “Wh-what are you doing?” She asked, shifting uncomfortably.

There was a pause, in which Sebastian didn’t respond and instead continued to look Ambry over. Just when she was about to snap at him to knock it off, he moved the hand containing Ambry slightly down and away from his face. “Physically you look alright.” He noted, some of the tension in his face easing up. “Let’s just get you home, then we can discuss things.” Ambry gave a small nod of agreement.

With that, Sebastian returned his hands to the position they had been in when Ambry woke up before setting off again. While she still wasn’t able to catch sight of him, she could hear Adrien’s footsteps following behind Sebastian. She was once again appreciative of Adrien’s ability to know what a person needed without having to ask. Rather than get close to Sebastian and crowd Ambry, he had elected to stay back and out of view so as to not overwhelm her. She’d have to find a way to thank him for his consideration later.

The rest of the trip from there was brief. It was only a couple of minutes before they reached home. Once inside the house, Sebastian made his way to the kitchen. He pulled up a stool at the peninsula before very slowly lowering the hand holding Ambry down to the surface of the counter. Taking the cue, she rose to her feet and stepped off of the soft palm.

It was at this moment that Ambry finally started to take in the larger environment. As expected, everything looked even bigger and heftier than it used to. The countertop she stood on now was like a vast expanse of endless sleek white marble. Needless to say, she felt positively minuscule.

With cautious and measured movements, Adrien took a seat at the stool beside Sebastian. This left Ambry standing on the countertop with two absolute titans looking down at her. She gulped heavily.

“Your wings, are they ok?” Adrien asked gently. At their mention, Ambry’s wings gave an involuntary twitch. She realized Adrien’s question must have been brought on by the fact that she had opted to continue riding in Sebastian’s hand rather than fly herself. It was true that normally Ambry would have flown by now. And while her wings weren’t injured, they did feel heavy behind her back. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, she’d experienced it before after flying excessively and overworking herself. This time she wasn’t exhausted from flying, but rather from the size reduction process she had undergone.

“Yeah, I’m just exhausted.” Ambry admitted. “Which is why I passed out earlier.” She tacked on. She supposed it must have been alarming for the two humans to find her not only a couple inches smaller, but also inexplicably unconscious.

“Why--Ambry, what happened to you?” The intensity of Sebastian’s question drew her eyes to meet his. She could see the concern still tugging at his brows, and his pale lips were pressed together in that way they always did when he was fretting over something.

Ambry blew out a sigh. It was time to unveil the pixie secret. While there were no rules or laws in place restricting pixies from revealing their hidden ability to humans, it was something of an unspoken rule that it not be brought up unless necessary. Given that Sebastian had just witnessed Ambry shrink before his very eyes, she figured it was pretty necessary at this point.

“Every pixie has the natural ability to decrease their size at will.” She started, instantly earning wide eyed stares from both of the witches sitting in front of her. “But, because of how draining it is, on top of how fickle and unpredictable it can be, we rarely ever use it.”

“Fickle how?” Sebastian pressed.

Ambry shrugged. “In various ways. For one, it's easy for a pixie to end up shrinking more or less than they meant to.” She explained. “It’s also completely impossible to control how long we remain at our reduced size.” This was the bit that most nagged at the back of Ambry’s mind.

“You won’t stay this size forever, will you?” Adrien inquired.

“As far as I know, a pixie will always return back to their original form eventually. It could take a couple minutes, or a couple weeks.” Ambry had only personally known one pixie who had ever used their shrinking ability. He had done it just to test to see if it would actually work. It had taken four days for him to go back to normal. Apparently there were stories of pixies who had been stuck at their reduced size for nearly a month. There were even some legends that claimed it was possible to stay reduced forever, but those were mostly dismissed as old wives tales.

“So it’s essentially a waiting game.” Adrien concluded.

There were worse things than having to be so small for an indeterminate amount of time, still being in Kole’s hands came to mind. Yet Ambry couldn’t help but be filled with dread at the prospect of potentially being stuck this way for weeks on end. It would be like starting her adjustment to the human world all over again. Not to mention how much more vulnerable she was at this size.

Ambry was forced out of her worrying when she noticed something large steadily approaching her. She instinctively cringed back when Sebastian’s finger got near to her. However, when the fingertip big enough to cover her whole face gently touched her cheek, she found herself surprisingly not pulling away.

His skin was warm, and she could feel the ridges of his fingerprint on her cheek. It was an overwhelming comparison between their individual sizes, and while there was that part of her that was completely intimidated, it was quieter than usual. As Ambry locked eyes with Sebastian, she, in a strange way, actually kind of found his gesture comforting. Sebastian wasn’t particularly good with physical displays of affection or consolation, so for him to even attempt this was shocking in and of itself. But the fact that it was actually sort of working was even more shocking.

“If we have to wait, we have to wait. We’ll do it together.” The white haired witch assured her.

“Yeah, we’ll do whatever we need to make you more comfortable.” Adrien put in, a soft smile on his lips.

Were Ambry one prone to cheesy emotional displays, she would have teared up then and there. But as it was, she opted to choke out a quiet “thank you” instead.

[erekiosuncreativeideas]

So I might have an AHIT AU... [No Exit AU/Haunted House AU]

I had a thought today and I wanted to share it while it was still in its beginning. So this AU would be called “No Exit” AU, in reference to Sartre's “No Exit” (or “Huis-Clos” in French). Another nickname for this AU (more meaningful) would be the “Haunted House“ AU.

Here are some notes about this AU (I’ll draw for it when I can, I have a lot of things to design, but for now I just wanna share this idea). I’ll put it under a “read more” as this AU deals with a lot of heavy subjects, like death, suicide, murder, abuse, abusive characters, and very, very, very other creepy stuff. It’s not a horror AU, buuuut... I wanna be sure. If you think you can’t handle this, I’d suggest not to read the rest.

So... Here it is. Happy reading !

BASIC DESCRIPTION

In this AU, Hat Kid (Hathi) is a foster kid that was recently given to a new family (she’s used to being carried from one family to another). She lost her parents when she was very young so she doesn’t remember them, although she does have pictures of them. Despite being a joyful and adventurous kid, she’s lonely and hesitates on making friends, as she’s often forced to change families for a reason or another. Eventually, she can’t help but think things like : “what’s the point if I end up moving out in another town ?”

One day, as she was walking back home from school, she passes by a very old house that seems completely abandoned. Weeds are growing uncontrollably in the garden (or what’s left of it anyway), the façade is more than damaged, and so are the wood shutters. The architecture of the house seems like it belonged to the early 20th century.

Hathi’s attention is caught immediately and, deciding to delay her return home, she decides to explore a bit, even if just the exterior as the doors are most likely locked. But surprise surprise, the door is unlocked and so she decides to peek in. When entering, she’s obviously a bit frightened as she has no other light source other than her cell phone and the place is obviously creepy. As she tries to explore the place, she has to face a very, very important fact : the house is haunted. And the spirit in it does not want her inside.

As the spirit tries to make her leave, successfully scaring her to no end using telekinesis, wall-bleeding stuff, footsteps, etc, she eventually bursts out laughing : while she is terrified, she is so thrilled to know that ghosts exist (and it’s been the most exciting things she experienced in ages too). So she’s half shaking, half laughing out of nervousness, and… Well, let’s say our ghost wasn’t quite expecting that. And from then on, the ghost reveals himself to her, both frustrated and confused at her reaction and… We have the first meeting between Hathi and a very perplexed Snatcher.

Turns out the house is haunted not by one entity, but by three entities Hathi will meet in this story.

SNATCHER

Snatcher is the first she meets. At the beginning, he seems like the canonical Snatcher we have in-game, except things are a bit different. First, he’s not her contractual BFF, but since he can’t leave the house, and can’t scare her enough not to come in, well, he’s forced to endure her presence… At first, though, as they eventually bond a bit. In fact, since Hathi doesn’t feel quite at home with her new family, she spends most of her after-school time outside and, more precisely, in that haunted house. This leads to many particular situations, such as :

MOONJUMPER

Moonjumper... Is really something in this AU. First of all, Moonjumper used to be Snatcher’s brother back when they were alive, that is to say, in the early 1900s. Here, Moonjumper is a mess of jealousy and toxic clinginess. He’s locked in the attic, as a punishment inflicted by Snatcher.

To understand why he’s locked in, here’s a bit of the story regarding what happened in that house. It is loosely based on the canonical storybook, but... In a more complicated way.

Vanessa and Snatcher (Lukas, at the time, a soon-to-be lawyer) were fiancé, and were going to marry soon. They were really happy together, everything was well... But Moonjumper (Morgan Jareth, at the time, a puppet/doll maker) was deeply in love with Vanessa.

One day, after years of terrible jealousy eating him more and more, he decides to sabotage his brother’s relationship by making Vanessa believe her dear lover is cheating on her. However, while he had expected her to break her union with his brother... Something completely different happened.

Vanessa’s emotions became so intense that her powers became uncontrollable, making her lose her sanity for a while. But that while was more than enough for her to do the worst : she, just like in canon, shackled her lover in the cellar, but here, quickly killed him out of rage (contrary to the canon storybook where Snatcher is seen to wait. A lot.).

When Lukas dies in Vanessa’s hands as she regains her sanity much too late... She understands this was nothing but a lie, she understands she had been manipulated into killing her lover... And at this point, Morgan knows he fucked up, a LOT. And so, back under an uncontrollable rage, Vanessa kills Morgan before ending her own life out of despair.

And so... Being the cause of everything that happened to the trio, Moonjumper is locked in the attic. However, this is not just for the purpose of punishing him only, there are other reasons... One of them being his toxic tendency for jealousy and wish for friends, which both make him very dangerous to other people.

See, after so many years passed in complete isolation (thank you Snatcher), Moonjumper became quite touch and attention starved. The only thing he can do in this attic is to build toys (like I said earlier, he used to be a toy maker/doll maker) and take care of toys already built. His appearance is based on the first toy he designed, which has a huge sentimental value to him (then again, I’ll need to design everything, but his croissant-like face remains the same).

So, as I was saying, Moonjumper is dangerous to other people. Why ? Because once he met them... He doesn’t want them to leave. Ever. He has suffered so much of loneliness that he cannot bear the idea of losing the possibility to talk to someone again. And, well... Let’s say that after one or two kids lost their life in the house because of him, Snatcher put a lot of padlocks on the door of the attic.

As for what happened to said kids... They found another purpose, a very morbid one... And were turned into puppets, friends that would never, never leave Moonjumper... Until he was forced to realize that by doing this, he would make them absolutely lifeless, and would be alone again.

What about Hathi, then ? Well, one day, as she’s taking a nap in the living room, she dreams of coming upstairs to the attic door, hearing a lullaby calling her there... When she wakes up, she has this great fascination for what could be inside that door : this is Moonjumper trying to lure her, so they can be friends. Of course, Snatcher doesn’t let her go up there... But Hathi is a stubborn girl and will find the way to open that door, thus meeting Moonjumper. However, contrary to the other kids, Hathi has a very protective ghost watching her and all of Moonjumper’s attempts at keeping her with him or in the house remained unsuccessful, even leading to some powerful and violent fights between he and Snatcher.

In the end, Hathi will be the only one able to leave the house safely after meeting Moonjumper, who will have to learn how to deal with friends leaving him... And learning that they do come back.

Interactions between Hat Kid and Moonjumper :

And now...

VANESSA

Okay so Vanessa in this AU is, just like Moonjumper, quite a mess. She feels terrible for what she did to Snatcher, she’s haunted by what she did in her fury. Contrary to Moonjumper, Snatcher doesn’t try so hard to keep her locked somewhere (in her case, the bedroom), as she feels too guilty to face him. So she froze the door, preventing anyone from entering and looking at her.

She LOATHES Moonjumper for what happened, and you can bet that later in the story, when they actually interact, she won’t talk to him nicely. But she knows Moonjumper isn’t the only responsible for what happened : she was the one murdering both of them after all.

Her body is frozen under the bed covers, and thus is well-preserved, explaining why her ghost forms looks the most similar to her old mortal appearance (contrary to the other two, whose bodies have decomposed)

When meeting Hathi, Vanessa will try to hurt her, not bearing the idea of someone looking at her, someone seeing what she did, what she became... But she will stop right before actually hurting her : she knows that she would just repeat her old terrible mistakes. She wants to move on, but she can’t, as she still has to “live” (haha, pun) through the fact that she killed her lover and her soon-to-be step-brother.

As for Snatcher and Moonjumper, they can’t move on, as they haven’t reconciled, and honestly don’t want to move on. They bicker a lot, although Snatcher is definitely the one with the most hatred for the other.

WHY IS IT CALLED THE “NO EXIT” AU ?

Like I said, this is a reference to Sartre’s “No Exit” (”Huis-Clos” in French). Here is the summary of his play :

“The play begins with three characters who find themselves waiting in a mysterious room. It is a depiction of the afterlife in which three deceased characters are punished by being locked into a room together for eternity. It is the source of Sartre's especially famous phrase "L'enfer, c'est les autres" or "Hell is other people", a reference to Sartre's ideas about the look and the perpetual ontological struggle of being caused to see oneself as an object from the view of another consciousness.”

Here, Snatcher, Vanessa and Moonjumper are stuck in the same house and no one is truly innocent.

- Moonjumper was so jealous he lied to Vanessa and had his brother killed, even if this wasn’t what he wanted. His intentions weren’t pure to begin with.

- Vanessa killed her lover and her step brother, and while her strong emotions making her powers uncontrollable explains it, it is not justifiable.

- Snatcher locked Moonjumper away for more than a century, making him go even madder than he already was upon dying. He refuses to speak to him or forgive him (which is quite understandable, given that got him killed), but he’s not doing anything to improve or change the situation either.

Another refernce to Sartre’s “No Exit” is that, instead of reading a book called “How To Kill Kids”, Snatcher actually reads the transcription of “No Exit”. He finds the story extremely relatable and thus reads it a lot. One day, he will lend it to Hathi... Who won’t have much trouble to see why he’s so obsessed with this book.

This is all I have for now, feel free to ask questions if you have some ! I’ll answer them when I can ! (Now I have to go to bed, it’s late uuugh).

Designs will come later ! Hope you liked this AU idea so far ! More will come as I work on it !

[daydreamingatnight209]

Okay, here is part 2! I’ve decided that that I am going to do a part 3 but I haven’t started writing it yet - I’ve not had the best day today but I promise I’ll start it soon!

Hope you all like it, feedback is always welcome ✨💞

“Let’s have a baby” Part 2

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings - angst, mentions of kidnapping, fluff 💕

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You weren’t sure how long you were out but when you finally regained consciousness you saw that you were in a dimly lit motel room, your hands bound to a hard, plastic chair. An unknown women sat across the room on the rusty bed.

You hands went to check your baby but then realised that you couldn’t.

The women saw your actions and rolled her eyes.

“Your baby is fine. I’m under strict instructions not up harm you.... unless necessary. So I’d suggest you sit their and behave” she finishes smugly.

You swallow, but did your best not show fear. Your baby had already been put under stress and you didn’t want to add to that.

Meanwhile, Spencer was still stuck at the correctional facility with the infamous Catherine Adams.

It had been 6 hours since your abduction and he was doing his best not to let it get to him. He was failing.

“I’m going to ask you again, where is Y/N?”

Cat continued to play the situation, she flat out refused to give Spencer anything. Making lies up along the way. It was her own form of twisted entertainment.

“Tell me the truth” he seethed.

Cat just meets his eye with that very same smirk she used every time he had to deal with her.

He couldn’t take it anymore, after everything she had done to him this takes the cake. He’d rather go through prison again then have you in this situation right now.

He slammed his hands down on the table, causing the women to jump. It was barely noticeable but he saw it.

“Tell me the truth!” Spencer raged, removing the obstacle that stood between them, with such force that it cracked the side wall.

Spencer lunges forward towards Cat who’s instinctively stands.

“Spence no!” JJ yells, pulling him back.

“She’s not worth it” she whispers but he couldn’t hear her.

He had to remove himself from this situation.

He rushes out into a spare room, roughly removing his tie that suddenly seemed to cut off his circulation.

It takes him a moment to control himself and tame his emotions enough to be able to go in there.

Time ticks on and the chances of finding you were falling rapidly, but Spencer refused to give up.

Eventually Cat slipped up and accidentally revealed the information he needed. Spencer had managed to get under her skin and out play her yet again.

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You don’t think you’d ever been so relieved when the BAU and SWAT barged through your capture room, taking the door off it’s hinges.

Your relief was short lived however, as you felt the cold barrel of a 44. at the side of your head.

You felt dizzy and your vision become blurred.

You couldn’t hear the words that was coming from both parties. You were more concerned at the tightening of your stomach. You had a feeling it wasn’t Braxton–Hicks this time.

“Spence? Spencer!” You call out in terror.

No, no, no the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks!

Your terror was enough to distract your captor and the arrest was clean. Spencer was immediately by your side, support your body weight as you slump against him. Another wave of pressure passes... and then your water broke.

“Spencer, this can’t be happening! I’m not due yet!”

He did his best to calm you, glad to have medics already available on site.

“Our baby wants to say hello, my love. Come on let’s go”

You time your contractions in the ride to the hospital as they begin to become more intense.

You felt sorry for Spencer who’s hand you gripped all the way there. He didn’t seem to mind, as he mumbled supportive terms in your ear while running his hand though your hair.

Eventually you had gotten all set up on the maternity ward but you still wasn’t dilated enough for an epidural so you had to sit and endure the pain the early stage of labour had to offer.

You were covered in sweat and on the verge of crying. You moan as more pain rises to the surface. You grab Spencer’s hand once more and begin to do your best to get though it.

“It hurts, spence it hurts!” You groan, your head flopping back onto the bed rest in protest.

“I know honey I know”

You didn’t mean to snap but you emotions where all over the place. You’d, just survived a kidnapping and now your in labour 2 weeks before your due date.

“No Spencer I don’t think you do, last time I checked this baby is coming out of me not you” you growled.

Night enters and you do your best to sleep but you just couldn’t. You knew the pain was only going to get worse.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore, I can’t do this spence!” You cry.

“Hey, hey, hey baby girl it’s okay, it’s okay. Come on you got this, deep breaths” he soothes. He hated seeing you in pain but you were doing amazing.

He slides onto the edge of the hospital bed and puts his hand on the bump.

“Come on, now little one, lets help mummy”

You wanted to smile at the sweet interaction but you couldn’t.

All you could focus on was the excruciating pain coursing though your body.

Around 2am you were finally prepared to have the epidural and boy did it help, especially as soon it was time to push.

After a few more hours of what felt like pure torture your little bundle of joy was welcomed into the world. You looked over at your boyfriend and apologised profusely, scared that you may of broken his hand, during the ordeal. He just kisses your forehead and the midwife allows him to cut the cord.

“It’s a boy” she informs you, which makes you to cry with happiness.

Your had a baby boy and he was healthy, despite the last 24 hours.

The small human lay on your chest, settling easily, as you lay watching, completely exhausted.

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The next morning, the team came to visit you and to see your son.

Penelope gushed over how adorable he was and how she had dibs on being godmother. She was delighted to find out that she had already been chosen. A surprise visit from Derek Morgan also happened and it was revealed that Spencer had chosen him to be the godfather.

You did your best to stay awake but the lack of sleep over the last few days was making it extremely difficult. You knew you should try to rest but you didn’t want to take your sights off your baby boy. You hadn’t even decided on a name yet, although you had a few strong contenders.

Spencer could tell you needed sleep. After shooing everyone away he ordered you to sleep. He took the boy and cradles him, to ensure he would still stay asleep.

“Oliver, I want to call him Ollie” you mumble before finally losing the battle to stay awake and your eye finally slid shut.

Oliver Lucas Reid.

Oliver for beauty and dignity and Lucas for being the new light in your lives.

While you were asleep the midwife did her rounds and checked up on everything. Spencer put his finger to his lips, indicating that you were resting as he held the baby. The midwife, nodded and smiled at the new family, being walking out of the room again.

Spencer couldn’t help but look at you and his son in awe. He couldn’t believe it. He was a father and he vowed to do right by you and his boy.

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[vilevampire]

"Not Real" (One Shot)

Half of this fic is dedicated to @ninja-go-to-therapy. The other half is dedicated to me <3 Rating: Mature Trigger Warnings: Blood, gore, abandonment, major character death, child death Relationships: N/A Summary: Every day, Boyd went through the same thought process.

‘I’m a definitely real boy.’

He repeated those words in his mind over and over again.

‘I’m a definitely real boy, just like my friends, family and everybody else.’

He introduced himself to strangers this same way.

‘I’m real…’

But despite his best efforts, he was still plagued by nightmares telling him otherwise.

Right now, he was stuck in another one of them. 2.243 words Ao3 Link

Every day, Boyd went through the same thought process.

 ‘I’m a definitely real boy.’

 He repeated those words in his mind over and over again.

 ‘I’m a definitely real boy, just like my friends, family and everybody else.’

 He introduced himself to strangers this same way.

 ‘I’m real…’

 But despite his best efforts, he was still plagued by nightmares telling him otherwise.

 Right now, he was stuck in another one of them.

  —————

  “Boyd, you’re not a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” Huey smiled gently at him, and Boyd suddenly felt every knot in his stomach disappear. Huey’s warm, sympathetic gaze made him feel seen and cared for in a way he hadn’t felt like since 20 years ago.

 “That’s… the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” This wasn’t a lie or an exaggeration. Even his own father telling him that he was definitely a real boy hadn’t shaken him up this much.

 Truthfully, his other parents, the Drakes, also aimed many words of affection towards him, but… 

He knew that most of their feelings of gratitude stemmed from what he had done to Doofus Drake.

 His parents usually did a great job raising him, really, but sometimes… they would let something slip.

 ‘They don’t really see me as a real boy.’

 Huey’s kind words meant the entire world to him. This had been the first time in his life that he had been able to connect with somebody else similar to him.

 He looked up at his newest friend, feelings of happiness bubbling up inside his chest, when his heart almost stopped.

 Huey was about to fall off the edge.

 “Huey!” He shouted desperately, extending his hand.

 His grasp missed Huey’s figure entirely.

 Boyd panicked as his friend’s desperate screams filled the air. With each passing moment, he became closer and closer to hitting the ground. 

 Huey was going to die.

 ‘This can’t be happening, this— this isn’t real, it’s—’

 ‘—Wait a moment, that’s right! I can fly!’

 In a jolt, Boyd jumped off the ledge.

 His feet turning into rockets, he flew downwards at his maximum capacity, the smoke and flames roaring behind him as he passed by.

 He got closer to Huey and stretched out his hand. Huey reached for him, their fingers barely touching.

 But it was already too late.

 Had he jumped down one second sooner, maybe he could have made it.

 He could have saved Huey.

 But he didn’t.

 In one moment, they were in free fall, Huey’s terrified eyes staring right at him, begging for salvation.

 And in the next moment, Huey was already on the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural position, his head burst open and spilling out all of its’ contents.

 His mortified expression was eternalized on his face.

 Boyd suddenly felt like he forgot how to breathe, for every rush of air that he took only drowned him in another wave of pain. His whole body shook in terror and disbelief as he covered his beak.

 “Huey…?” He called out meekly, watching the blood and guts pooling under his friend’s head.

 He was dead.

 ‘This can’t be happening.’

 ‘This isn’t real, please—’

 ‘Things didn’t actually go this way!’

 “Ugh!” The burning pain that he felt throughout every inch of his skin was enough to bring him to his knees.

 He tried to sob, but robots couldn’t cry.

 He tried to call for help, but no one was around to hear him.

 He tried to beg the universe to bring his friend back, even if it meant killing Boyd in his place.

 But of course, there was no reply.

 His vision became blurry, and image after image of Huey’s smiling face flashed by in his head.

 They took pictures together.

 They had lunch together.

 They had shared jokes, smiles, and fun facts. They experienced the world both in their own unique ways, both of them were used to never being fully understood or appreciated.

 For the first time in his entire life, Boyd felt like he built a real connection. Not one that was forced upon him, but one that he chose, one that he was able to form by himself.

 He felt so happy…

 … 

 Too happy… 

 …

 So of course, it had to be too good to be true.

 ...

 Huey was gone.

And he wasn’t coming back.

 The world around him spun violently enough to make him nauseous.

He closed his eyes forcefully, wishing only to wake up from this nightmare.

 When he eventually opened them again, he found himself somewhere else.

 All around him stood many different figures clad in formal attire.

Boyd looked up to see an adult gray parrot with his hand on his shoulder.

 He was at Doofus Drake’s birthday party.

 ‘Oh no… oh no, no no no no no no—’

 Boyd tried to yell and run away, but his body wasn’t following his commands.

Instead, he could only pitifully watch as he redid all the same steps.

 Standing by Mark Beaks’ side as he introduced himself to Louie, taking photos, playing in the pool, spending time with Doofus...

 He had this exact same nightmare thousands of times before.

He already knew what was coming.

He knew, but that still didn’t make it any less terrifying.

 He dreaded as he was forced to relive every moment from that day. His body looked up at Mark Beaks and smiled.

If he could have cried at that moment, he would have.

 Mark had been the one to pick him up from the junkyard. Many people had come to the junkyard before him, but they had never paid Boyd any attention.

 Mark was different.

 He chose him.

 He fixed him, gave him a warm home, and took him to so many different places.

They had so much fun together.

 He treated Boyd like his son.

 ‘But that was all a lie, too.’

 ‘I was only a tool to him.’

 ‘He didn’t see me as a real boy.’

 ‘…’

 “...What did you do two days ago?”

 The question caught his past self off guard. He laughed anxiously, unsure of how to respond.

 This had been the moment everything started to break apart.

 “I—I can’t seem to remember…”

A painful shock ran over his body, making his vision hazy.

Still, his programming, Mark’s programming, ordered him to push through it, to ignore the pain, to keep acting like a real boy.

 “Why can’t I remember?!” Boyd suddenly felt unsure of who he was or how he got there. He turned to Mark, who he had been led to believe to be his father. He pleaded for an explanation, desperation starting to consume him...

 “I don’t know sport, maybe it was all that ice cream, huh?”

 ...Instead, he got lied to.

 ‘He knew what the truth was… and he refused to tell me.’

 To Boyd’s dismay, his nightmare didn’t stop there.

 “Hey, when were you born again?”

“Yesterday!“ He felt his heart drop to his stomach. “Wait…”

 An image of a familiar inu dog flashed right before his eyes.

A forgotten memory of his past life.

 “That’s not right...”

 He blinked, and his entire vision became red. Soon, the words “FLY SWATTER MODE + ACTIVATE” were the only thing he could see.

 What was initially supposed to function as a harmless bug zapper, had been reprogrammed into a weapon that could disintegrate a person into nothingness in mere seconds.

 He was forced to watch as his lasers bruised over the guests’ bodies, piercing them all one by one, his heart wrenching as they all ran away from him.

 ‘This is wrong… please... nobody actually got hurt… please…’

 “I am definitely a real boy!—” Boyd could feel his eyes slowly dripping out of his cavity as his consciousness faded away.

  —————

  When he became aware of his surroundings again, he was staring at a young duck tied up in the air.

 ‘Louie...’

 He desperately tried to close his eyes shut. He knew exactly which scene would be next, and he didn’t want to see it.

 Unfortunately for him, his body wasn’t under his control.

 The real people around him were the ones controlling him like a puppet.

And there was nothing he could do to fight back.

 Boyd could only watch as he was forced to grab a baseball bat and spin it fast enough to make any real person dizzy.

 Louie tried to distract him by asking about his hobbies.

 Instead of answering, Boyd simply inched closer to him.

 Louie urged him to step back, sweat droplets visibly forming on his forehead.

 He walked a few more steps, his bat swinging dangerously close to Louie’s face now.

 Louie begged him to stop, to rethink his decisions, to let him live.

 He spent all of his last efforts trying to persuade him.

 When Boyd’s bat finally hit its target, however, Louie couldn’t try to persuade anyone anymore.

 With a loud popping noise, Doofus’ playground was painted red with the young duck’s blood.

 At this moment, Boyd finally regained control over his own body.

He dropped his bat and looked around him, but there wasn’t anybody there but him.

 Nobody to put the blame on but him.

 Finally, he let out one loud sob after another, but no tears ever came out.

He closed his eyes shut, wishing that when he opened them, he’d wake up safely at his home, back with Dr. Gearloose and all of his friends.

 Instead, he opened his eyes to see a familiar junkyard… and a familiar face.

 Dr. Akita looked down at him with a scornful expression.

 “Another disappointment…” he spat on his face. Boyd tried to move away, but found that he couldn’t. Once again, none of his limbs or joints were under his control. “I should have expected as much from my intern… I put too many high hopes on you.”

 Akita moved closer to him, and Boyd wished he could scream. He wanted to cry out for his father’s help, but he couldn’t.

 All he could do was sit by and watch.

 Akita grabbed one of his legs and yanked it out of place, and an unbearable burning sensation engulfed him.

 “Useless piece of junk…” He murmured under his breath after taking a good look at it, tossing the leg piece away afterwards.

 He approached Boyd again, opening up his chest and pulling mechanisms and cables out of place.

 The pain Boyd felt was as if he was being consumed by acid from the inside out.

 More than anything in the world, he just wanted to be able to cry. Maybe then he’d be able to relieve some of this pain.

 But of course, his wish would not be granted.

 Akita took out many of his metal pieces, tossing a few inside a nearby plastic bag.

 “I guess this is all you had for me.” Even as the dog stole many of his vital components, his voice still dripped with venom at every word. This time, he chuckled as he spoke: “Bye—bye 2-BO, until we meet again.”

 With the bag in his hands, a hovering metal plate swooped him from under his feet. Right before he left, he pulled a device out of his pockets and tapped it.

 “Gasp!” Boyd could finally move again.

 His ‘wounds’ hurt even more now. With every breath that he took, his chest cavity ached painfully. All of his joints made a rusty sound when moved and his remaining leg wasn’t responding at all.

 Everything in his system told him that he would die soon if he didn’t manage to do something.

 “Ah…” Despite currently missing many of his vital components, his voice still sounded like that of a real boy’s.

That fact alone was the only thing comforting him at this point.

 A gruff came out of his mouth... and then another one, quietly at first, until it became louder and louder. Eventually, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, trying to alleviate some of his pain.

Instead, this only made his throat sore.

 He took quick and shallow breaths, desperately trying to calm himself down.

 “...”

 “It’s okay. Dr. Gearloose will come for me.”

 “He would never leave me behind.”

 “He said that I was definitely a real boy.”

 “That’s right, he will come to pick me up soon…”

 He looked down on himself.

 “I should fix myself up… so that I’ll be able to hug him when we reunite!”

 Although it pained him tremendously to do so, he started crawling around the junkyard, looking for any spare parts he could use.

 In the end, he was able to fix himself enough to delay his impending doom for at least a couple of days.

 But that was more than enough time.

 He was confident that Dr. Gearloose would come for him as soon as possible.

 After all, he loved him.

 Just thinking about his father put a smile on his face.

 He thought he would be able to leave the junkyard within a week.

 He never would have thought that it would take 20 years instead.

  —————

  With a shock, Boyd suddenly woke up, his heart beating violently in his chest.

 He sat up and looked around him.

 It was his room.

 His dark, gloomy, empty room.

 He sat up, burying his head into his knees.

 He tried to cry but, of course, he still couldn't do it. Instead, he only mimicked the sobbing noises with his mouth.

 Unfortunately, his cries for help would continue to go by unheard.

[harrypotterwholock]

A sodier's guilt

Summary:

Jordan and TC are happy to find out that she is pregnant. However, after an accident at an emergency call, things start to go downhill.

Part 1 of a series.

Jordan was overjoyed. Though the child hadn't been planned, a bond had been formed between her and TC as soon as she told him the big news. They were parents now. "Are you kidding me?" He had said. "No, TC.", She said with tears in her eyes. "We're having a baby!" With that, all his doubts were overcome. He took her in his arms and whirled her in a circle. "I'm so happy Jordan, I can't believe it!" But then he immediately fell back into his role as a doctor and asked her worriedly. "Have you been to the doctor? We have to have all the examinations done immediately! " Jordan laughed and put her hand on TC’s chest. “Take it easy, Cowboy, I only took the test half an hour ago. We'll manage everything. " Since then, the two had spent all of their time preparing for their future role as parents, and now Jordan was three months pregnant. Although TC himself was very much a risk-taker, he had tried everything to prevent her from going on missions, but she had opposed him. “No, TC, I can continue to do my job as normal. Nothing will happen to me and nothing will happen to the baby either. " TC had objected most sharply, but eventually, he had to give in and has accompanied her on all of her missions ever since to ensure her safety. Meanwhile, Jordan was annoyed by his excessive care but somehow she also thought it was sweet to see a cautious side of TC, who otherwise rushes into battle without thinking.

That way, the two were on a mission together today. A boy was shot by his alcoholic father. Jordan and TC were sent to the scene as emergency doctors. TC had only agreed to the operation because the police did not assume that the perpetrator would come back. But still, his tension was visible. “Jordan, I really don't think it's good that you're here. Please stay here in the ambulance while I take care of the boy. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. " Jordan sighed in exasperation. “TC, I think it's really cute how you care for me, but I have to do my job. I'm not in the last trimester, and after all the examinations, the baby is also doing great! " The car stopped, and the paramedic got out. Jordan turned away from TC and got out of the car. Cursing, TC followed her and ran ahead to the boy, who was lying in the front yard of a row house. The father apparently shot him in the open air. Jordan reached the patient first. "What's his name?" She asked the desperate mother. "His name is Peter. Oh god, please help my boy! I don't want him to die! " Jordan put a reassuring hand on the mother's shoulder. "We will give our best. Please move a little to the side so that we can take care of Peter. ” TC knelt next to the boy. “Hello Peter, my name is Dr Callahan, and this is my colleague Dr Alexander. We will take care of you now. " TC removed the boy's T-shirt with scissors and examined the gunshot wound. Apparently, the shooter hadn't hit anything vital and missed the shoulder bone. The boy would recover quickly. “The injury looks good, Peter. You will be back on your feet very quickly. "Said TC and winked at the boy. Peter didn't answer and groaned in pain. "I'll give him morphine, his vital signs are stable." Jordan said, drawing up a syringe. TC prepared the stretcher and lifted the boy onto it. “Come on, let's get out of here as soon as possible. The shooter has still not been caught. Just at that moment, another shot rang out, and Jordan screamed, falling to the ground. She lay on her side and pressed her hand to her stomach. The shooter hit her. "T-TC, he hit the baby," she said before passing out. A wild exchange of fire rang out in the background as the police tried to incapacitate the perpetrator. "Take care of the boy, he is stable enough and does not have to be transported immediately." TC instructed the paramedic. "I have to take Jordan to the San Antonio Memorial immediately in the ambulance, she is too badly injured and needs immediate treatment." TC picked Jordan up and carried her to the ambulance. As the ambulance drove off, he immediately began tending to her wounds. Jordan slowly regained consciousness. “Breath easy, Jordan, stay with me. We can do it! ”Asserted TC doggedly and tamponaded her gunshot wound. She stopped bleeding. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to lose Jordan, but the state of the baby couldn't be evaluated at the time. “A little faster, if you please!” TC shouted to the driver. Desperate, he ruffled his hands through his hair. How many times had he told Jordan not to deliberately endanger herself or the child and now it was happening. The ambulance came to a screeching halt. TC pushed the door open, jumped out and unloaded the stretcher in no time at all. Drew and Scott were already waiting for him outside. "Oh my god, is that Jordan? What happened TC? “Asked Scott, who was pale as a ghost. “She was shot by the missing shooter. Abdominal gunshot wound, the baby is believed to be at risk. We have to get her to the operating room right away. Together they pushed the stretcher up to the doors of the operating room. Drew held TC back. “TC, you can't come with me now. You are far too upset to make rational decisions now. Scott and I will take care of her, we will do our best. The best thing to do is go to the lounge. " "No Drew, you don't understand ...!" But Drew and Scott had already disappeared into the operating room and Kenny held him back. “Believe me, man, it's for the best. Come with me, I'll get you a coffee. "

TC sat trembling on the couch in the lounge, not registering that the hot coffee was burning his hands. Kenny sat across from him. "Come on, give me the cup. I'll put it away for you." TC was gone, thrown back into its worst nightmares from the war. Shots and grenades rang out. He looked for his brother, but he was nowhere to be found. TC slowly opened the door of a hut where he suspected the shooter to be. But when he looked inside, he saw only a child. He couldn't bring himself to shoot, the boy was still too young for the war, couldn't really understand what he was doing. Suddenly someone pushed open the door at the other end of the hut. His brother stormed in and opened fire but narrowly missed the boy. The boy returned fire and shot his brother right in the head. Another soldier shot the boy, who immediately fell to the ground. TC stormed towards his brother.

Why hadn't he reacted immediately at the time? He alone was to blame for his brother's death, of that he was sure. And now he was also responsible for the death of his and Jordan's child. Had he changed her mind, she would never have been shot. The wave of guilt that rolled over him crushed his heart. Slowly he looked up at Kenny. He had to go to a bar, to a fight, just somewhere where he didn't have to think about his crushing guilt, which he would never be able to atone for. The door to the lounge opened and TC woke up from his dreams. Drew stepped up to him and sat next to him. He put his arm around his shoulder sympathetically. “Jordan is fine, she will definitely survive the shot. But she's still sleeping, I'll bring you to her right now. " TC looked over at him. He knew what it meant that Drew hadn't said anything about the baby. "What about the baby Drew?" Drew hesitated, unsure how best to get the news across to TC. “IS MY BABY ALIVE? ANSWER ME! ”TC yelled at him. "I ... I'm sorry TC, but we couldn't help him anymore. The shot went straight through Jordan's uterus. He was dead instantly. " TC ran his hands over his face, close to tears. But he knew he had to be strong now, for Jordan. “Can I see her now? I have to see her. " "Of course, I'll take you there immediately," Drew replied and helped TC up, who was slumped when he received the heavy news.

He approached her bed cautiously. It was unusual to see her all at once in a hospital bed, in a surgical gown, instead of a strong doctor devoted to caring for her patients. But even the strongest people had moments of weakness. TC sat down on the edge of her bed and took her hand in his. "Jordan, I'm so sorry," he said while tears ran down his face. "If only I could have convinced you or if I had seen the shooter earlier ... It's all my fault." He knew she would sleep a few more hours because of the morphine, but he bravely stood guard by her side, determined to be with her when she woke up and found out about her loss.

[hiro-gari]

Speaking of Neo Heroes' security guards doing the housekeeping at Badd's house as part of the deal between Badd and Neo Heroes when he joined them, this makes me think:

- "What if redeemed Garou successed at infiltrating Neo Heroes without getting recognized and disguising himself as Badd's guard?" -

This is just pure self-indulging thought because imagine this: Current Garou, the calmer, wiser, matured, yet still powerful as ever, been wanting to return the favor to Badd for defending him in the previous battle and also to protect him from Neo Heroes' shady schemes, he decided to infiltrate Neo Heroes with his new identity and becomes Badd's security guard.

Of course I know this scenario wont be possible at all because of Neo Heroes would investigate everyone to the tiniest details, and some of Neo Heroes members already recognized Garou in canon webcomic just like the whole Suiryu's team squad did. But let's just think they would be fooled by Garou's new persona when he enrolled the job.

Not to mention, let's just assumed enrolling the job as Neo Heroes' staff would be separated from the regular member's employment and many of Neo Heroes' execs haven't familiarized yet with Garou's new appearance.

The setting could be after Garou got ambushed by Suiryu's team and also after Badd got attacked by Neo Heroes' cyborgs, since I think these events occured on the same time or at least at the same week, imho. So, once Garou heard about what happened to the Neo Heroes' members, he got worried for Badd and decided to sorta helped him in a way by become his personal guard.

During the interview, Garou would giving "made up" personal data that wont mentioned any of Bang's influence or everything related to his mentor. During the physical test, he would only using the most basic martial art moves in front of the execs so they wont recognizing his distinct style.

Garou successfully passed the test and get the job, at the same time when Neo Heroes' need a new security guard for Badd since the delinquent hero already kicked out the latest guard from his house for being "too goddamn nosy", courtesy by the furious Badd himself. Badd said he wanted a more decently normal guard and not a creep. That was a great chance for Garou to fill the requirement as his security guard.

Imagine the short-haired Garou wearing a suit like usual bodyguard outfit, looking so neat, professional, and reserved. And he was standing in front of Badd's front door, ready to greet the hero (who saved his life before) then introducing himself as both his new bodyguard and housekeeping guard.

Eventhough from outside Garou looked very calm, actually he was a bit nervous because he would meet Badd again. Unsure if he should be proud that he got a real good job in which he could be by Badd's side, or afraid that Badd would reject him then kick him out from the house just like what he did to other previous guards.

The moment Badd opened the door to scold and complained whoever Neo Heroes stubbornly have sent to him, he got tongue-tied by Garou's appearance. At first Badd still not recognized his identity, but after inspecting him for a few seconds Badd immediately gawked and immediately yanked Garou into the house, closing the door so noone would hear their conversation.

Badd realized that this man, this charming mysterious person, his new bodyguard, is Garou. Garou the ex Hero Hunter, Human Monster, the former enemy who put him into hospital yet also the one whom he protected from the rest of S-Class heroes, the reason why Badd leaving Hero Association, now was standing before him. Introducing himself as Neo Heroes' new security guard who will "keep him and his lil sister" from any danger outside.

Not easily convinced, Badd cornered Garou and asking if Garou has gone crazy for joining Neo Heroes, too. Especially now Badd knew that they were such scumbags disguising themself as saviors.

Garou calmly answered that he already know firsthandly of what Neo Heroes is, also had heard of what they have done to Badd. Hence he became a double agent: working for Neo Heroes to gain their trust so he can protect Badd from anyone, including Neo Heroes members itself since he has the privillege to do that. Of course by doing that, Garou must be smart enough to trick them and manipulated the reports so they wont gain Badd's personal information that was too private to be shared because it could endangered Badd's life.

Garou doesn't care if this could endanger himself should Neo Heroes realizing his true intention. As long as Badd is safe, he wont give a fuck for all of Neo Heroes' bullshits again. Nobody would hurt Badd any longer, let the delinquent hero do his job properly without any disturbance.

Badd was surprised at how far Garou willing to do for the sake of him, but he still wont convinced enough of him because at this point it seems Badd couldn't trust people anymore since the Hero Association's post-war chaos and Neo Heroes' cyborgs assault.

Garou knows Badd got trust issue because of them, same as what Garou feels after all this time. Wanted to reassure Badd, Garou kneeled before Badd and vowed to him, that he definitely will keep Badd and Zenko safe at all cost. If something wrong happened between Badd and him that makes he should betray Badd, Badd has the full rights to punish him severely and he wont fights Badd back. His life is fully on Badd's hand and not Neo Heroes'. With pleasure, Garou pledged his loyalty just for Badd only. Only him.

Garou ended his vow by taking Badd's hand and kissed his knuckles softly. Then he gave Badd such tender genuine smile with equally tender adoring gaze, because for Garou this man in front of him is his "Hero". Now he would return the favor by cherishing Badd and make him happy.

Listening Garou's vow and receiving sweet gestures from him made Badd flustered, he didn't expect that the ex Hero Hunter who hunted him down would be willing to be his loyal guard. Even swore to cherish him. That's more than a regular guard should do to their client!

Badd had thought he didn't deserved to be treated so nicely like this since he was just doing what he thinks is right. Also he wasn't often getting praised at all by people hence he still hasn't used by it. But seeing how genuine and determinated Garou is, somehow it warms Badd's heart. That Garou really appreciating him to the point he wanted to return the favor, in which Garou didn't have to do that yet he still do it out of free will.

Finally, Badd accepting Garou's offer and trusted him to do his job as his bodyguard. Like Garou has promised before, if someday Garou has to betray his trust, Badd will not hesitated to demolish the wolfman. Monster form or not.

With a bright yet soothing smile, Badd helped Garou to stand up again from his kneeling position and then hugged him tightly.

And saying, "Welcome home, Garou".

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Bonus headcanon:

Imagine how often Garou gets Badd blushing madly just by appearing as professional bodyguard, so handsome and charming. Not to mention now Garou showing more responsible and mature side of him that put Badd in awe everytime Garou doing his job properly. Sometimes it distracted Badd's mind and every single memories of the wolfman being so sweet and loving to him lives in his head rent free.

Also, Zenko totally adores Garou and really glad that he wasn't like those creepy bodyguards that Badd had to kick out before. More often Zenko asked Garou to be more casual and to treat Badd more as a friend and not as a client, since she told Garou that her bigbro loves his presence especially when both of them were off-duty at home.

Gradually, Garou becomes more laid-back around Badd (except when he was on-duty or still under Neo Heroes' surveillance). They're eventually becomes bestfriends, completing and complementing eachother since they both were alone and lonely boys.

Secretly without Neo Heroes' knowledge, Garou has been helping Badd to cope with his doomed situation under Neo Heroes' cruel scheme by finally having someone trusted enough on his side when he need it, as he will be always on Badd's side no matter what. Even as far manipulated the daily reports brilliantly so Neo Heroes wont touch Badd with their dirty hands anymore. Anything Garou will do, for Badd.

In return, Badd wont let anyone to hurt Garou again, even if it's Neo Heroes itself. The ex Hero Hunter has already suffered enough. Badd would try his best to cooperate with Garou so they both could make convincing "false reports" while they enjoyed their secret private life together. If someone from Neo Heroes found out what they have done, Badd worried if Garou would be taken away from him. Or worst, gets a fate worse than death. And Badd doesn't want that happens.

On the brighter side, Garou could spend time together most of the time with. Even living with Badd as a privillege of his bodyguard status and Badd's seal of approval to the Neo Heroes execs (so they would let Garou lives together with him, for "surveillance" reason).

Sometimes Garou also assisting Badd in a battle when he was still on bodyguard duty, ensuring Badd wont be too reckless during fighting the enemies. If Badd was injured, Garou was the first one who reacted and immediately taking care of him at home, or bringing him to the nearest hospital if the injuries were quite heavy and need proper medical treatment.

Imagine Garou bridal-carried Badd towards hospital. Badd was actually unconscious at first, but when he regained his consciousness the first thing he saw was Garou's handsome face with those seriously worried expression. That made Badd swooning because: 1. "Why did Garou has to be THIS gorgeous even in pinch situation like this??"; 2. "But he cares so much to me, this strangely makes me happy in some way..";

Then Badd pretended to be passed out in Garou's arms, just so he can peek on Garou's face. Spoiler: Garou knows it the entire time, but he let Badd enjoyed the scenery while he focused on running to hospital.

Imagine the off-duty Badd walking around the town together with Garou. Or going to family picnic with Zenko and Garou has to "keep on eye" on them (when in fact Garou just having fun together with them as it's just a false report for the Neo Heroes execs, Neo Heroes surveillance be damned).

Maybe somewhere in the future, Badd would finally releasing himself from Neo Heroes' grasp and decided to be vigilante, followed by Garou who rebelled against Neo Heroes since his loyalty is only for Badd. Noone can stop them as vigilante duo. Maybe at that point, one of them would confessed their feeling to the other and then they would become lovers, too..

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Notes:

NO THOUGHT HEAD EMPTY, ONLY GAROU WEARING BODYGUARD SUITS *hyperventilated* 😍😩👌💗💘🔥🔥

This was totally self-indulged headcanon where I want short-haired Garou wears some formal outfits and being a Cool Looking Guy™ who is secretly as powerful as monster. I'm thirsty for any short-haired Garou contents (and also him being together with Badd), forgive me for this outrageously messy writing.. 😅🙏

But honestly, if Garou really showed up at Badd's door as his bodyguard that would be very hilarious lmaoo! Btw I wrote this at 4 AM and now it's already 7 AM by the time I finished, lol. Getting not enough sleep go brrr 😜

So, how was it, guys? Did you enjoyed it? I'm so sorry if it wasn't good enough 😳💦👉👈

@hiro-gari @the-goddessfighter @garous-nipple @jusqu-une-etudiante

Thank you so much for reading this headcanon, guts! I will try to fight off my writer's block and depression, hopefully I can get back on writing more stuff in the future. Wish me luck ✌😁

Have a nice weekend, guys! Love you all~ 😎😘💕💞💖💝🌸🌺🌼🌻🌷💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

Yessss dude I’m here for this!! Finally he’s got a job that suits him :’) And oh yeahhhh Garou dressed as a bodyguard 🥴 pleeease it would be such a look for him👌😩 bet he pops the collar a bit tho

I love how Badd is like ??hello these guys are scumbags, wtf are you doing, and Garou’s like 🤷 that’s why I’m here, duh. What a sweetheart agshsjsks

I irl clutched my chest when he got down on one knee!! awwwe 🥺💖 The fact that he went to such lengths has to speak for itself as well, I mean Badd knows how much he hates heroes, but especially morally corrupt ones with ulterior motives 🙄BROOO and Badd’s acting all professional and slightly suspicious and Zenko’s just coming out and telling Garou how it really is 😂😂 That’s perfect omg

I love this alternate webcomic version so much 💗 What happened to Badd is so heartbreaking 😓 so it’s very nice to see Garou’s using his mischievous tactics for good to help him get through it and support him 😩 *sobbing*

Thank you so much for sharing this with all of us!! It’s beautifully creative and sweet 💕💗💖😚 We love youu~

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, blood, gun shot wounds, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2172

A/n: Omgg I am soooo sorry!! I forgot to add a read more T.T I fixed it I promise!!!

Part 13===Part 14===Part 15

Jungkook was blind fury and rage, seeking those that'd dare harm what was his. He stalked through the halls, all caution thrown to the wayside as he mowed down body after body heading his way. It wasn’t the infected he was looking for though. 

“SEO EUN KWANG!!!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the hotel lobby, echoing in the empty expanse as he stopped in the center of the empty space to stare around.

“You know Boss…” A condescending voice drew his attention to the check in desk, “I never really wanted things to go down like this…”

Jungkook drew his gun to center mass, face a mask of emotionless disinterest at the man’s words. “Minhyuk and Sungjae are dead.” He growled the words out, vision tinted red at the corners as he watched Eun Kwang sigh and shake his head.

“I told them to take the night off. They weren’t even supposed to be at the warehouse. But you know how it is. Balancing out a mutiny with an apocalypse is just never going to go in anyone’s favor.”

“A fucking mutiny? What the hell is this, Pirates of the fucking Caribbean? You betrayed me Eun Kwang. After everything you fucking sell out piece of low end garbage. Not only that, you got HER shot.”

The older man shook his head once more with a laugh, leaning forward to place his elbows on the checkout desk’s high wall and tap at his temple with his gun. “Little dongsaeng, it was always in the cards for this to happen. You were just too blind to see that one little boy from Busan could never handle running the entirety of Daegu. You dreamed big, yeah. But kid, this city was just too big for you.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Jungkook stalked forward, arms never wavering as he sighted the gun right for the center of Eun Kwang’s forehead. “I never wanted to run this whole town. You fuckers put that on me. I just wanted to make enough to get by. Make sure my girl had everything she needed. None of that included taking over a damn thing!”

“Easy there little cowboy. Another step closer and my boys are gonna have to protect me and the last thing I wanna do is end up killing you.” Eun Kwang smirked as Jungkook halted in place, eyes darting around to spot three men stepping from the shadows, each with their guns aimed at him and almost manic grins gracing their faces.

***

Pain.

Everything was pain and screaming.

“You’ve got to get her to wake up!”

I couldn’t help but to groan, hands reaching out to grab the nearest person as I fought against the pressure held against my outer thigh.

“It hurts...make it stop it hurts!” I whimpered, blurry gaze taking in the worried faces of Seokjin and Yoongi who were working to hold me down. Rose’s face appeared above me, panicked as she shushed me and pressed down on my forehead to keep me still.

We were in a room of some sort, no longer in the hotel kitchen so I couldn’t be sure how long I’d been out cold. Cleaning supplies surrounded us but the pain in my chest and leg kept me from being able to take in any more information as Yoongi had renewed the pressure on the molten mass of ouch that was my thigh.

“Can’t...breath…” I whimpered out.

“Release the straps on her vest. The ceramic plates will have shattered, if she’s got any broken ribs it’s gonna get a lot worse for her.” The voice in my ear crackled to life, startling me as I struggled for a moment to register Jimin’s calm tones whispering in my ear.

Seokjin released my uninjured leg, moving to lift my upper body. The pressure on my chest increased, blinding me for a moment as my lungs decided they didn’t want to work. I stared up at the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream and tears chasing each other down my cheeks as Jin unzipped my jacket and fumbled to release the straps that’d been holding my tactical vest together.

As the straps released air whooshed into my lungs and I let out a sob of relief, though it didn’t last long as a strange shifting in my chest caused more pain to shoot through me.

“F...fuck…” I coughed, turning my head in Rose’s lap and shutting my eyes as a wave of dizziness rolled over me.

“Alright, once she’s breathing better shift those plates around and strap her back in.” Jimin’s voice came again and I turned my head towards Jin, eyes wide as I shook my head desperately to stop him. But it didn’t matter, and deep down I knew it as Jin pulled the straps tight and snapped them back into place. The pressure was a bit better, but damn did it hurt.

“Yoongi, have you got your silencer barrel on you?”

Yoongi grunted in reply, turning with one hand still holding pressure on my leg as he unscrewed the barrel from his sniper rifle. 

“I’d tell you to fire off a round or two but...not now…”

“I know what you’re gonna say…” Yoongi shifted upwards on his knees, placing the silencer on my chest for a moment and digging into his pocket. His hand reappeared and I watched on in a confused haze of pain and worry.

He nodded to Jin who groaned to himself as he picked up the silencer and held it delicately out to Yoongi. The silent assassin reached out, flicking a lighter and producing a flame that licked at the cold steel of the barrel.

My eyes widened in panic and I began to struggle, knowing deep down exactly what they were about to do.

“Keep her still.” Yoongi growled and Rose rushed to comply.

She grabbed my flailing arms, pinning them down to my sides as she shifted forward to keep a better hold on me.

Me struggling didn’t matter.

The pain no longer mattered.

The...the smell of my own flesh searing didn’t matter.

Only the bliss of one final scream chased closely by unconsciousness.

***

“Oh god…” Rose retched, losing her grip on the limp woman as Yoongi continued his grim work.

It really took no more than a moment to cauterize the bullet wound. It stretched less than 3 inches along the expanse of her outer thigh, but the blood loss alone would have caused quite an issue later on, not to mention the risk of infection. Yoongi treated the wound as best he could, wrapping it in the remains of the shirt Jungkook had tossed them before they’d locked themselves inside the supply closet of the hotel. 

Seokjin sniffed, covering his nose with the back of his wrist as he stared forlorn down at the cold sweat that glistened from the unconscious form of one of his favorite people. He shook his head, grinding his teeth before tapping the inner earpiece to signal to Jimin they’d finished the work.

The haggard doctor sighed through the communication device. “She should be safe to move. Just try not to jostle her ribs too much. I take it what Yoongi did made her pass out?” 

Rose whimpered, fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her hands as she struggled to regain control of the tears flowing down her cheeks. True, she’d been desperate for rescue the moment the news started rambling about people eating each other but...this? This wasn’t what she’d hoped for. She’d never wanted any of them getting hurt.

“I’ll hand things over to Tae, I’ve got to go get the infirmary prepped for when you guys get here. Try not to get hurt in the meantime…”

Yoongi grunted, eyes focused in on the hasty bandages as if waiting for them to bleed through. Taehyung’s voice returned, strained as if he’d been crying though none of them commented on his tone of voice.

“Alright, I’ve got visuals on Boss and Hoseok. The alley looks clear from this angle, along with the side streets that’ll lead you guys back in this direction.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Boss, I know you want to go after them...but we’ve got to get her back home. Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung could manage it solo but not without risking getting hurt or worse..infected…”

There was a brief moment of silence before Hoseok’s voice crackled over the line. “We’re headed back. Get ready to move out.” 

Yoongi nodded to the two figures either side of him, tucking the silencer barrel into a side pocket on his black cargo pants before handing the rifle itself over to Seokjin.

The trio were silent aside from the occasional sniffle from Rose but eventually they managed to pack as much as they could away, checking to ensure their weapons were all reloaded in the process. 

Yoongi worked gingerly, lifting y/n’s limp form into his arms bridal style and turning to nod to Jin. A single tap to the earpiece and the others were alerted that they were ready to move out and head home.

***

“Hobi hush. I’ve already told you none of the wounds are life threatening. If you wake the Boss I swear to all the high heavens that I’m blaming it on you and running.”

The whispering voices woke me, a welcome balm to the chaos that had been my nightmares.

Before opening my eyes and alerting them to my consciousness I took a moment to take stock of what I was feeling. The throbbing in my leg had gone away, probably due to whatever medication Jimin had managed to get in me. The weight alone let me know that it’d been treated and wrapped, though the weight in my chest hadn’t eased much.

I groaned, shifting a bit in an attempt to get a bigger breath of air. This got the attention of the two whispering voices which quickly stopped talking followed by the distinctive sound of shuffling bodies. After a moment a small hand slipped around mine, lifting it slightly as Jimin’s voice followed.

“Hey Boss Lady, you waking up?”

I peeled my eyelids open, one at a time before blinking to clear the blur and focusing on the two concerned faces hovering over me.

“Mmm...think I’m awake, though somehow I feel like I should be far more grateful for that stockpile of pain meds you like to keep around.”

Jimin gave me a shaky grin and a sniffle from beside him caught my attention. Lifting my head slightly I caught the sight of a forlorn Hoseok, eyes puffy and the normally sunshine glow of his grin nowhere to be seen. I let go of Jimin’s hand, fingers wiggling to catch Hobi’s attention.

“Hey, I’m here. I’m okay I promise.”

The poor boy whimpered, lower lip sticking out as he grabbed my hand in both of his. Closing his eyes he leaned forward, forehead pressed to my fingers as he sniffled his way out of the tears.

“Don’t...don’t do that to me again Boss Lady. I don’t like it when you get hurt….” 

I shook my head, giving a short laugh that only served to leave my head swimming as whatever was going wrong with my ribs shifted. “Ho...boy…” Releasing Hobi’s hand I arched my back as best I could, inhaling deeply and wincing as something strange popped in my chest.

“Alright now.” Jimin muttered, pushing me back down onto the bed with a frown. “I know it’s hard to breathe, but try not to breathe too deeply. You want those ribs to heal up properly you’re gonna wanna give them a chance to settle back where they belong.” 

I nodded, though relaxing back to where I’d been laying was harder than I wanted. I glanced to my other side, realising that the reason I hadn’t been able to move that hand was because a pair of incredibly toned arms was wrapped around it and a shaggy head of hair was currently pinning it to the bed.

I turned to the other two boys, arching an eyebrow at them in questioning.

“He hasn’t left your side since you all got back. Course...he hasn’t said much either.” Jimin sighed, rubbing his temples to release some of his pent up stress and then carding a hand through his hair. 

“Mmm… how long was I out?”

“Half a day. The Boss only just passed out about an hour ago though…”

I nodded, gaze returning sadly to the softly snoring form beside me. My heart ached for him, even knowing I was the one injured not him. I waved my hand, giving the two boys a soft smile to let them know I’d be alright on my own.

They left, Hobi sniffling the whole way as Jimin softly closed the door behind him. It was better to let Jungkook sleep. Things would run just fine without him for a while.

[qatirna-can-read]

It’s Not Murder if They Deserve It - O

Heavy Trigger Warning for Violence, Abuse, and Sexual Assault. 

Not a moon passed since Oleta reached her fourteenth nameday and she’d been working under this man for less time than that. She knew him before now, he was part of the crew, but up until this point she had gone out of her way to avoid him whenever possible. In all honesty, the behemoth of a Haragin scared her. He stood well over three fulms taller than her, his body wrapped in muscles as much as scars. A mean drunk - who was always drunk - the ship’s carpenter agreed to teach Oleta his trade as long as she did “<what that little cunt is focken told.>” That her mother and father not only sanctioned, but actually arranged this, was truly a testament to their parenting.

Oleta was motivated, driven. One day she would have her own ship. One day she would captain her own crew. She knew every place on that vessel, every part and piece to keep it running. She knew every role, each crew member, what they did and why. Now she just had to learn how to run it. After a few moons she could take another job, she just had to grin and bear it until then.

For weeks now Oleta received frequent beatings for mistakes real or imagined. If the shipwright was unsatisfied with his ale, she’d get a backhand to the jaw. If she drilled a hole in the wrong part of the wood, she’d get a blackeye. That mistake she wouldn’t repeat. Tonight she didn’t even know what mistake he accused her of, he was too angry and incoherent for her to understand. In the hold he roared at her violently while she stared at him, mouth agape, confused and nearly as furious. 

“<Don’t you look at me like that you little slut!>” he shouted as he slapped her hard enough to knock her to the floor. Only a moment passed before she glared back up at the shipwright, shooting daggers with aurelian eyes. Fuck this. Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth she stood defiantly. With a puffed chest and a scowl she spit in the man’s face, pink flecks speckling his leathery skin and scales. He responded to her slight with a heavy punch to the gut, doubling her over and back to the ground.

She knelt on the floor, her forehead nearly touching the grimy wet wood. She couldn’t breathe. Silent ineffective gasps dragged her heaving chest up and down in an attempt to catch air in her lungs once more. Before her throat had the chance to open again, he kicked her hard. A thump and a cracking sound came from her ribs as she fell to her other side.

He watched with a sinister smirk as she writhed on the dirty ship floor. One arm wrapped around her side where he’d kicked her. Her other hand slapped at the wall limply as pathetic croaking sounds broke through her throat. At least a minute passed before a desperate choked inhale finally graced her lungs. She coughed and sputtered on the floor, finally catching her breath while he laughed.

Pressing her body against the wall, she used the leverage to pull herself back up to standing. Her arm still wrapped below her sternum. She raised a fist and lunged for the man with a frenzied scream. He easily interrupted her attack, grabbing her by the upper arm and pinning her back against the wall. He roughly took her by the wrist protecting her ribs and pinned that arm to the wall as well. He pressed his entire body against her, putting pressure on that broken bone. A sobbed howl escaped her throat and she looked away.

“<I see you need a lesson on respect, whore bitch.>” His grasp still tight, he dragged his hand from her bicep to her wrist, tugging both her arms harshly up and together. He could hold her there with just one hand now. His free hand grabbed her jaw, pulling her gaze back up to his. Despite tears in her eyes, she still scowled at him with insolent fury. He still wore that sinister smirk as he bent down, forcefully licking from her collarbone to her chin. His breath smelled of pungent acrid ale. Now trembling, she pulled her head away in disgust but his hand on her jaw held her face forward. 

Her indignant golden eyes locked with his cruel bemused greys. Once again she spat in his face. He growled as he kneed her in the stomach and she cried out in pain. She began thrashing, screaming, shrieking at the top of her lungs. If she couldn’t get out herself, maybe someone would come? That’s when he clamped his free hand down over her mouth.

“If you make one more sound you filthy cunt, I’ll do the same to little Avalyn.” Her sister hadn’t yet reached her twelfth summer. Oleta’s eyes went wide and pleading and terrified. She just shook her head quietly and acquiesced.

She cried silently the whole time as he grunted on top of her. When he was finally done he stood up, buttoned his trousers, and walked off without so much as a second glance her way. She laid curled up on the floor of the hold, shivering, bruised, revolted. No one but Avalyn asked about where she was when she didn’t rise with the rest of the crew at the crack of dawn.

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The next morning Oleta woke in pain and confusion. The bruise that formed on her side during the night was massive. A deep purple spanned almost the entire length of her torso, blackened near the point of the break. Beyond her obvious physical injuries her entire body felt wrong. Like it no longer belonged to her. Like it was nothing more than a sick puppet of broken flesh and bones that she had the misfortune of living in.

She pulled herself up to hands and knees just as a sudden sour rush of saliva overwhelmed her mouth. Her face twisted and she expelled what little stomach contents that remained from the day before. That convulsing of her body made her muscles tighten against her ribs and she released a heavy sob in agony. 

For most of the morning she stayed in the hold from the shock and the pain and the exhaustion, fading in and out of consciousness for several bells. By the afternoon, despite still being in immense pain and still being exhausted, dehydrated, and hungry, she stayed hidden away in the hold out of shame. 

Just before sundown she gathered enough stubborn will to survive to pull herself off the ground. With the walls as her crutches she slowly made her way out of the hold for the first time in more than a sun. Rounding a corner she came face to face with a woman who looked quite similar to Oleta. She was older, and far more covered in tattoos, but she had similar rose colored skin and soot black hair. 

“<Been lookin’ for you all day, girl.>” she scolded, then realizing her daughter was injured followed up with. “<Let’s get you to the surgeon.>” She began hooking her arm under Oleta’s to help support her weight.

“<Fuck off, Mum!>” She flailed to keep her mother away but the movement of her arms made her recoil from the pain in her chest. Her mother just sighed and continued the motion to hold up her daughter, helping her get to the surgeon where he could look her over. Her mother dropped her off and left, she had work to do.

Oleta lied about how she got her injuries, and she only let him examine her upper body. Made up some shit about pulling too much lumber at once and it crashing onto her torso. The surgeon almost believed her and patched her up without further questions, leaving her to rest on a cot. The break wasn’t life threatening, but they didn’t have any magical healers on board. She would have to heal the old fashioned way - with time.

She refused to go back to work for the shipwright, at least until her ribs healed, she promised. So her assigned position changed to working in the kitchen under a kind Dazkar man who had married into the Haragin crew. 

Slowly she healed, regaining her strength, her drive. The Dazkar she worked under helped. He was gentle with her, and patient. Mistakes were minor and easily rectified. Accomplishments were praised. He started her on easy tasks, things she could take care of while healing - chopping or tending pots on the stove, he taught her how to brew beer and wine. As she regained her strength she could help with lifting heavy bags and boxes. Eventually she even learned to slaughter the chickens and pigs they kept alive on the ship for meat. At the time she didn’t yet realize that she was practicing for more than just butchering as she honed the skill of sharply pulling a blade across the arteries of an animal’s throat.

Oleta began feeling like herself again, despite the carpenter still sharing the same ship. Her anger never faded, but her revulsion did some. At least her revulsion with herself. Something that continued weighing on her though, was how he threatened Avalyn. The young girl was more sensitive than her elder sister, softer and gentler and not at all interested in the harsh lifestyle of piracy. Oleta protected her fiercely. The only thing that made this situation different was the gravity. 

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Two moons passed without much conflict. Oleta felt physically better at least, but as her physical pain diminished her fury grew. She kept her eye out for the shipwright at all times, waiting for a night when he let his guard down. A night when he found himself drunk and alone. 

The new moon provided no light to the darkened deck and in the still night almost none of the crew remained above the sleeping quarters. As per usual, the carpenter stayed on deck, drinking and watching the dark ocean under the night sky. 

Oleta stole two carving knives from the kitchen. She was amateur, but after a life on a ship she was also strong. She knew every place the boards creaked, knew every obstacle, every hidden corner, every break in the hull. She crept up to the deck. He was alone. Silently she glided up behind him, a phantom of his sins. She pulled out the first knife. With careful and purposeful aim she pulled her fist up to slam the blade into his back, right next to his spine, just managing to puncture the lung. 

A gurgled choke of surprise and pain sputtered from his mouth and he gripped his chest, reeling about to get a look at his attacker. A light trickle of blood bubbled to his mouth and his eyes widened in recognition and rage. 

“<Why you little -- >" The second knife interrupted his rasped threat as Oleta quickly but crudely dragged the blade across his windpipe, slicing through him like an apple. She knew to tug that sharp edge through the cartilage on the side of his neck to burst the artery. A torrent of crimson spilled from the wound accompanied by the wet strangled sounds of desperation. She spit in his face once more and pushed him back, over the ledge and into the black waters below. 

She stood at the railing for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably only a half a bell, watching as he splashed and flailed in his salty wet crypt. She watched as he fell out of sight, whether from his inevitable sink or from the ship sailing away too far - she wasn’t sure. She watched the merciless sea take the shipwright to his grave and continued after he was certainly gone.

Oleta reluctantly turned away from the deep dark waters of her willing accomplice to clean up in the kitchen. She washed the blood from her body and the remaining carving knife she held, as if performing a ritual. A sacred ceremony for retribution. She left that blood stain on the deck. She wanted that reminder.

In the dead of night she slid through corridors to the hammock where Avalyn slept and crawled in with her younger sister, holding on with tenderness she would never express for anyone else. For the first time in nearly three moons she slept soundly, her only regret was that he got off so easy. A burial at sea was too good for him.

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Escape 2 - Ot7

The gif is not mine! If you’re the owner please tell me!

Characters: Lion!Namjoon, Jaguar!Jin, Black panther!Yoongi, Cheetah!Hoseok, Snow Leopard!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, cougar!Jungkook, Serval!Reader

Summary: In a world where Hybrid protection laws are gradually strengthening, many organisations are still advocating for the complete extermination of your species. What happens when you find yourself and 7 other predatory hybrids in a truck en route to a hybrid slaughter facility?

Genre: Angst (?), Humour (I tried 😔, ok?)

Warning: Mentions of abuse, abandon, bruises

A.N: Welcome to chapter 2 of Escape! You guys seemed to enjoy the first one so here we go! Also, there’s a Jackson Wang cameo, because it wouldn’t be a real bts au without Jackson.

Word count : 3.9k

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The sun is high in the sky when you finally wake. As comfortable as the moss may have seemed in your state of extreme fatigue last night, your body aches when you sit up. Your eyes are still heavy when you glance around you, one of the few to actually be awake. You meet the lion hybrid’s gaze, his bruises having partially healed during the night. If he is now able to fully open his eyes, the yellowish shade of his skin a painful reminder of the violence he must have endured. Unlike you, he doesn’t look comatose while he busies himself picking berries off a nearby bush.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” you question groggily, voice hoarse from lack of use.

He chuckles at your dazed state before responding.

“These are black berries, we should be fine. Besides, we need to eat something if we have to walk today”

As if on cue, your stomach rumbles, making you look away flustered. He looks at you with a sly grin, revealing his dimples, before returning to his task. You note that he doesn’t seem to put his weight on his right side. He must still be limping then, you conclude. How is he going to walk in that state?

When Dimples comes back, most of the hybrids are awake, the black panther the only one still peacefully slumbering. The lion places his poor harvest on the moss before you, and you can swear you saw him blush as the other hybrids eye the meager breakfast.

“Well… It’s a start” Hope says, a forced smile on his lips as he tries to console the abashed lion. You have to repress a chuckle at the look of uncertainty on Blondie’s face, probably wondering how the fuck are eight predator hybrids going to last a day on these berries alone.

“Right… Well, dig in, we need to walk today” replies Dimples, shaking the black panther back to consciousness.

The light meal is quickly ingested, and as predicted, it isn't nearly enough to fill any of you. It’s with a nearly empty stomach that the lot of you leaves the cover of trees, walking on the fields. None of you knows what direction to take, but it’s a consensus that you should try to get as far as possible from the road. 

We should find something eventually, had said Wide Shoulders, and it’s on that mindset that you all trail in a line through the fields. The start of the journey is silent, and you are certainly not brave enough to start a discussion.

Sometime during the journey, you are lucky enough to pass through a corn field, taking ears of corn to eat now and save some for the night. Besides the odd pauses, the day is spent walking in silence, all of you seemingly consumed by your thoughts.

It’s only when the sun starts to set that Wide Shoulders suddenly stops and breaks the silence.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing ahead. Your gaze follows the direction of his hand and you gasp.

“A house!” exclaims the youngest male, and the tiger shouts in victory.

“Maybe they can help us!” it’s Hope’s time to be excited, looking expectantly at the lion hybrid. The latter looks exhausted, and during the trek you could tell he was trying his best not to show his pain.

“Yeah, or they can call the police on us, and it’s back to square one.” spits the black panther, “What do you think, humans here are not exactly friendly, did you forget?” His eyes are dark, and his lips pull back in a snarl.

The reminder is like a cold shower, and any hope that might have appeared in the young hybrids' eyes quickly vanishes.

“We have to give it a shot”, you say, trying to sound firm. All eyes are on you now. You gulp.

“We have nowhere to go, and it’s not like we’ll be able to survive very long on corn” you finish, eyes falling to the ground under the intense gaze of the men surrounding you.

The next few seconds of silence seem to last an eternity before Dimples finally speaks.

“She’s right”, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “We’re all in bad shape, and there’s no other shelter around us. We’ll assess the situation when we're closer.”

“And what if they refuse to help us?”

“Then… We’ll have to run away as fast as we can”, the lion lets out a big breath, “But I don’t think we’ll bear sleeping outside and barely sustaining ourselves for too long”

“We don’t have much of a choice here, do we?” sighs the black panther, though by the look of resignation on his face, you understand that he already knows the answer. He sighs again and resumes walking, prompting the rest of the group to follow.

The prospect of help seems to give all of you a boost of energy, and you're almost running when you reach the outskirts of the property before you. The lone house stands tall, surrounded by miles of land and a barn. Vine climbs up the pillars supporting the porch, giving it an inviting look. Under the porch is a wooden swing chair, ever so slightly swaying in the wind, and in front of the house white roses are in bloom. The light coming from the window assures that the residence is indeed occupied. You smell the scents of two humans - wait no, a human and a dog hybrid?- a light sweet vanilla scent and a earthy fragrance.

“I only smell two people here” you say, all senses focused on the large house, “and one of them’s a hybrid”

“You’re right! Maybe that means they’ll help us!” the tiger exclaims next to you, and you can’t help the small smile that creeps on your lips. He’s cute when he’s happy…

“Let’s ask them if we can stay in the barn”, Wide Shoulders says, and he turns to you.

“You should be the one asking. We’ll be right behind you”

“What- Why me?”, you question, incredulous.

“You’ll have a higher power of persuasion”, he answers, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Fine...”, you sigh, turning to Blondie. “But you’re coming with me too”

The shy hybrid’s innocent eyes widen, and he stammers in panic.

“Wh-What?!”

“Power of persuasion darling, you heard the man” you say casually, making the blond boy blush. You start to make your way towards the door when you notice the man is still frozen in place.

“Let’s go Blondie, it’ll be fine I promise” you grab him by the hand and walk up to the entrance.

“Blondie…?”, he mutters to himself, interrupted by your knocking on the door.

You hear the chatter inside come to an abrupt stop, and you suddenly feel self-conscious, the fear you had buried now gnawing at your insides. Your instincts are telling you to run and you’re close to follow them when the door swiftly opens.

Before you stands an old woman, the signs of time having carved her face. She is smaller than you, but you feel small underneath her hard gaze, reduced to stammering, unable to form a coherent sentence. She takes you in, eyeing your poor state and she immediately softens.

“Oh my, sweety, what happened to you?” she coos, and you don’t have time to respond before she starts talking again, “And look at you, you poor thing” This time the comment is directed towards the blond hybrid, his cheeks tinted pink yet again.

Her eyes finally find the six hybrids behind you and her face falls. You finally recover the ability to talk.

“Please Madam, we need a place to sleep. Can you spare us your barn for the night? I swear we won’t-” At your words, she quickly regains her composure and looks at you with fierce eyes. You almost think she’s going to refuse when she grabs your hand and pulls you in.

“The barn?! Nonsense! Come in!”

Astonished, you let yourself be led into a large room as the small woman pushes in hybrids three heads taller than her. You glance around the place, taking in the warm decor. You’re standing in the entrance, and before you is a big wooden table surrounded by chairs. To the left, you can see what you believe is the living room. The room is spacious, a large L-shaped leather couch facing the big fireplace against the back wall. In between, a large round coffee table adorns magazines and photos, though you’re too far to distinguish the people in the photos.

To the right of the table is a big open kitchen, in yellow to orange tones. The room smells like chicken and your stomach suddenly feels very empty. You continue your visual tour to distract yourself from the delicious aroma. You finally notice the man leaned against the counter, holding a mug. No, not a man, you observe, a dog hybrid. He looks at you quizzically, and when your gaze meets his, he smirks playfully at your bemused state. The tall man sports sand colored ears, and the wag of his tail betrays his excitement. You open your mouth to start talking when the old woman’s piercing voice comes from the door.

“Jackson! Be a dear and find these young men some clothes to wear! Show them where the guest bathrooms are, they clearly need a good scrub”, she chuckles. Besides you, you can see your travel companions lower their heads, clearly embarrassed. She comes in front of you and resumes talking, this time addressing you.

“I was fixing dinner before you came in. I’ll show you where you can clean up darling, then I’ll make more food”. She almost looks excited at the task ahead. She then looks at the eight of you, her face serious.

“You’ll tell me later what happened. For now, just know that you’re safe. You’ll sleep inside the house tonight. Alright darling, follow me”

She darts through the kitchen, leading you into a corridor. Jackson is behind you, escorting your companions. The woman then turns left, walking up wooden steps, and you follow her, while the males continue down the corridor. You glance behind you, catching the gaze of the youngest. He flashes you an uncertain smile which you return before continuing to mount the steps.

You follow the old woman as she enters a small room. By the scent of it, you conclude it’s hers, and your eyes scour the place. The room is small, a queen size bed taking most of the space. You notice pictures all around the room, of her and two other women hugging or of her younger self - you presume- and a child.

“My daughter left some of her and her hybrid’s stuff, you can take it. I’m sure she won’t mind”, she says as she rummages inside an old wardrobe. She sets some clothes on the bed. “There’s a bathroom here, don’t hesitate to use the toiletries if you want.”

She turns around to face you and places her hands on your arms. You hiss involuntarily in pain as her hand presses into your injured arm.

“Oh my… Sorry, sweety” she glances at your poorly bandaged arm, “there should be a first aid kit in there as well…” She looks chagrined at your state, and you can’t help to reassure her.

“Don’t worry. Thank you so much for everything Madam”, you squeeze her hands gently, hoping to convey all the gratitude you feel towards her.

“Please, call me Granny.” She flashes you a smile.

“Thank you Granny. I’m Y/n”, you say as you return her smile.

“All right then Y/n, I’ll leave you to it. Take your time dear.”

You thank her again and she exits the room. You look around you once more before going into the bathroom. It is as modest as the bedroom, and you quickly get rid of your clothes. You take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, observing the yellow blemishes on your side. You then remove the bandages wrapping your arm and wince, the skin is inflamed and the flesh is still visible from where your epidermis was ripped open. You hop in the shower, hoping the water could also wash away the image from your mind.

Your eyes flutter closed when the warm water hits your skin. You sigh in delight, after all, this is your first real shower for as long as you can remember. You spend quite some time in the shower, making sure you are squeaky clean when you step out. You now smell of vanilla, the fragrance so sweet you can’t help sniffing your hair while drying it. Once you find the first aid kit, you start applying ointment to your injuries and wrap your arm back up.

Once you reach the kitchen, you’re wearing blue jeans and an oversized hoodie. Already at the table are Hope, Jacskon and Dimples happily discussing. You notice Black panther snoozing on the couch, he always looks so sleepy, while Blondie absently plays with his now clean black tail. Wide Shoulders and the tiger hybrid are helping Granny cook, the tiger chatting excitedly with the old woman. Just as you’re about to wonder about the whereabouts of the youngest hybrid, he strolls out from the corridor, wet hair clinging to his face.

“Everyone is here? Perfect, let’s eat!” Granny exclaims, bringing a pot to the table. The table is covered with different dishes, from chicken to beef stew, along with sides of vegetables and rice. You sit at the table, next to Hope and the tiger hybrid takes a seat on your other side, while Granny sits at the end of the table.

The dinner is delicious and convivial. Everyone is talking, the eight of you already comfortable in a stranger’s house. You can undoubtedly say you’ve never eaten this much before, each dish better than the last. The main course is quickly devoured, Granny getting up to fetch fruits from the kitchen, the chatter around the table slowly stopping, each of you growing more tired as the night progresses. When Granny settles back on her chair, she looks around seriously at the eight of you.

“So, tell me, what brings you here in this state?”, she says, starting to peel an apple. The table is now completely silent, hybrids either looking at their empty plates or at each other.

The Dimples is the first to talk.

“We escaped a truck going to a hybrid slaughterhouse”, he says simply, his voice void of any emotions. Jackson’s head shots up to look at him, his brows furrowed.

Granny sighs, resting her chin on her hands, looking pensive.

“I feared as much. I’ve seen those trucks going around before. Though you’re the first that escaped”, she reveals, a dark look on her face. Her eyes light up once again, and she claps her hands together. “Well, you can stay here as long as you want, I could use some help around the farm.”

At her words, all hybrids are beaming. Could this be? Could our troubles be finally over? You feel as though your heart could burst from your ribcage in happiness. Granny and Jackson look like good people, and you could see yourself living here, at least for a while. You never had a real home, and this could really be your chance. Your chance at a happy life. And maybe, you could try to bring your siblings here as well and-

“Thank you Granny, but we can’t”

The sentence is enough to bring you crashing back to earth. You turn to Dimples, looking at him, eyes wide. Besides you, Hope is similarly shocked.

“But- Wh- Why not?” he stammers, and you can swear you see tears forming in his eyes.

“We ran away, they are most likely looking for us, especially since we’re all predatory hybrids. By staying here, we’re putting Granny and Jackson in danger”, the lion sighs.

He’s right. You can’t bear the thought of something happening to Granny by your fault. One night is already a big risk, let alone living here indefinitely.

“Thank you so much for the offer, Granny, but we’ll have to leave tomorrow”, you sigh, disappointment clear in your tone.

“But, where are you going to go?”, Jackson pipes up. At the question, you look at your compagnions, neither of them really sure of the answer.

“In the north of the country, I heard of a rehabilitation center for hybrids. They help hybrids to find homes”, Granny says.

“No offence Granny, but there’s no way i’m going back to being a pet”, Sleepy growls.

“No, not that, silly cat”, Granny replies, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. At the nickname, the feline’s black ears drop to his head, pink coloring his cheeks. She giggles when he fails to find a comeback.

“No, they help hybrids settle in houses and you only have to work a bit for them in return. It’s part of a new bill from the government, helping strays get back on their feet. Since humans are mostly responsible for the way you are treated, they figured it would be a good way to make amends”, she explains.

“This… This is actually a good idea”

You nod eagerly at Blondie’s excited statement. You dream of a home and this could be the opportunity to finally get one.

“How do we go to this rehabilitation center Granny?” you ask earnestly. She ponders for a while before answering.

“Well, there’s a bus, going from the city to the center of the capital city, where the center is located. The city is a five hour walk away, but I can’t bring you there, my car is broken down.”

“A five hour walk is nothing for us”, says the youngest hybrid, puffing his chest, feigning pride, earning a chuckle from Hope and you. Granny smiles sweetly at the boy before resuming her direction.

“I can give you a map and some money for the bus ride. It should be a few hours, but I’m sure you’ll manage”, she adds, winking at the prideful hybrid. “When you’ll be in the capital, you’ll just have to ask around for direction, I’m sure people will help you”

“Thank you so much Granny. You’re an angel”, Wide Shoulders says, beaming at her.

“I try darling, I try” she jokes, playfully pinching his cheek. A yawn escapes her lips. “Hmm, I think it’s time for bed. We only have two guest bedrooms, so the boys will have to pile into them”

“One can come sleep with me” says Jackson excitedly. Granny smiles at the overeager boy.

“Thank you pup.” She turns to you while she rises from her seat. “Darling, I’ll set the couch for you, you’ll be more comfortable”. You nod happily at her, helping her clear the table.

Once the table is clean, Granny urges you to put on pajamas while she sets the bed. When you’re ready for bed, you make your way to the living room. The couch is set and the room empty, Granny must be back to her room, you conclude. Unable to sleep just yet, you decide to settle on the swing chair, basking in the moonlight in the cold air, knees to your chest.

You sit here in the dark for a while before the door opens, and Jackson comes into view. He smiles sweetly and you invite him without a word next to you. He happily obliges, and waits a few minutes before breaking the silence.

“So Y/n, what’s your story?” You turn to look at him, but his eyes are focused on the horizon.

“My story? Huh… Well, I got kidnapped, thrown in the back of a truck, jumped out of said moving truck, bruised my arm in the process, hid in the trees and slept on the ground with seven other hybrids, ate berries for breakfast, walked for miles before finding your house, and well, you know the rest” you say with a grin, shrugging as if it was no big deal.

“Damn”, he replies, stifling a chuckle, and this time when you turn to him, you meet his eyes.

“What about you, what’s your story?”, you inquire. Just as you ask the question, the glimmer in his eyes disappears. Seconds pass in silence and you are about to apologize when he finally speaks.

“Well, like many labrador hybrids adopted on impulse, my family abandoned me. In the fields. I walked for hours before I passed out. Granny found me, and she gave me a home, a real one this time”, he sighs. “It was three years ago I think”, he concludes, meeting your eyes and giving you a small smile.

“I’m sorry Jackson”

“Please, don’t be, you’ve clearly won this round.” His mischievous tone is back, and a sly grin tugs at his lips. Like you, he hides his hurt behind humour, and you’re not about to prod into it.

“Oh wow, what a nice contest to win Jackson!” you say sarcastically, eyes rolling playfully as he utters a “I know right?”, making the both of you laugh.

“What is the grand prize though?”, you ask chuckling. He seems to ponder for a while.

“PTSD”, he replies after a while, and the both of you dissolve into laughter.

You spend the next minutes in a comfortable silence, looking at the stars. This time, you’re the one to break the silence.

“Can I be honest with you Jackson?”. He hums in reply, prompting you to continue. “I’m scared.” You pause, looking for the right words.

“What’s going to happen when we reach the capital? Do you think we’ll stay together? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it all alone. I’ve never been alone, and I don’t want to be alone.”

He chuckles sweetly, ending your rambling and you face him, perpexled.

“I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit”, you look at him questioningly, urging him to resume talking. “Hoseok told me you were the one who stole the keys. That means you must be braver than what you think and-”

“Who is Hoseok?”, you ask, confused. He chuckles but slowly stops when he sees the confusion written on your face.

“What do you mean you don’t know who Hoseok is? Pretty boy, gold eyes, kinda noisy, part of the seven hybrid with you,... still no?” he looks at you baffled. You don’t understand until it finally hits you that you don’t know any of the names of the seven other hybrids.

“Holy shit, are you really telling me that you’ve been travelling with seven other people for the past two days and you still don’t know their names?” Jackson is now roaring in laughter, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Meanwhile, you are still bewildered at your own stupidity, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Wait, so you know all their names?” you ask, confused, making the blond boy double over in laughter.

“Of- Of course I- I do”, he says, shoulders still shaking in silent laughter, tears falling from his eyes. You sigh.

“Do you think they’re already asleep?”

“Oh, most definitely, Namjoon was already sleeping when I left”. The lab hybrid finally seems to calm down, and takes a deep breath. You bite your lips, already awaiting the embarrassment as you prepare your next question. You know that you’ll never live that down.

“So… Which one of them is Namjoon?”

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