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Junmyeon & Baekyhun filming for EXO' CLOCK

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Disenchanted 4: Pump & Dump

Male Reader x Karina

Tags: 7k, anal, blackmail, cheating, creampie, dp, foursome, oral

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

It took a couple of days for the gravity of our meeting with Yeonjun and Hajoon to sink in. The notion of it all was earth shattering, the fact that both Karina and I were being held to ransom by two people I once believed to be trustworthy.

Yeonjun especially, was someone I thought I could rely on; it was painful to see how the situation unfolded, like a car crash in slow motion, with both our reputations and careers hanging by a thread. He had shown his true colors that day; his opportunistic vulture-like characteristics had emerged, and he was determined to reap the benefits.

In the cold light of day, I couldn’t say I blamed him. Just…there’s this part of me that wishes they would not stoop to such lows just to spend one night with Karina, but who am I to judge? I was sleeping with a married woman while simultaneously having drinks with her down trodden husband. Perhaps this was my comeuppance, my payment coming home to roost, my punishment.

Despite my misfortunes, it was Karina I really felt for. I could tell the impending meet up with Hajoon and his little stooge was weighing heavy on her mind. The way she had lost that spring in her step, her usual commanding confidence was being whittled down, day by day in silent trepidation about what was to come. Karina and I spoke for hours on the phone and in person to try and figure out a way to stop this, to find another solution to come back to the table and bargain our way out. It was all in vain, they had us up against the wall, cornered with nowhere to go.

—

The air was thick that night, humid and muggy, almost as if the weight of what was about to happen was in the atmosphere. I looked at Karina as we drove up to the Hajoon residence, clutching her hand as we left the city.

“We don’t have to do this...” I said, my voice calm and controlled.

She looked gently into my eyes, bringing my hand to her lips.

“It’s ok, we have come too far to get our lives ruined by some preppy junior marketer and an old fart.” She said, her voice laced with spite.

“Seriously…Karina, I can turn back- and...” I started.

“Runaway together?” She finished, leaning over to kiss my lips.

“Thats sweet...it really is...and I love that you want to protect me even though it will end up in your career blowing up in the process...but we have to do this, I have to do this.” Karina replied.

Her determination and ruthless business woman side coming to the fore, she was seeing this as a transaction, nothing more nothing less, a necessary means to an end.

“You love...” I started, looking over at her pretty face.

She smiled, blushing momentarily before looking over at me.

“Yes...I love you.” She spoke, kissing me once more.

“Don’t- you don’t have...” She began.

“I love you too...” I replied, a warm smile overcoming my face.

Karina smiled affectionately, running her hand across my arm before kissing my cheek.

“What?” I asked playfully.

“It’s just...those words, this admission is a big thing, yet here we are making our way to a car crash of an evening.” She said solemnly.

I shook my head in disgust, reassuring her that everything would work out, that everything would be ok. There was silence in the car for a few minutes as we neared our destination before Karina spoke out again.

“You know it’s funny...every time I’m with Jaewook...I find myself closing my eyes and thinking of you. It makes it go faster, it’s better that way. But now you are here, with me...” She said smiling, grabbing a crystal decanter out her bag.

“Just keep your eyes on me, the whole night. We will get through this.” I replied kissing her once more.

“Is that 20-year-old Jaewook’s?” I asked with a smirk.

“He’s gonna be pissed!” I said.

“No babe, it’s me that’s gonna get pissed.” Karina replied.

“I want to remember as little as I can of what goes down tonight.” She said, taking a swig from the bottle.

We pulled up at the gates, the iron structure parting slowly like a lair to an evil dictatorships base camp. The driveway was illuminated with spotlights leading up to an impressive looking, stone mansion. Situated just outside the city, Hajoon looked like he had acres of land, stretching as far as the eye could see as the sun began to set.

“You ready?” I asked Karina, my voice as calm as it could have been, given the circumstances.

Karina nodded, smiling and getting out the car ironically dressed in the same short black dress she was wearing the night I felt her up on the phone to her husband all those months ago. Her bronze skin glowed with sexiness as the sunlight hit her skin, striding confidently up the marble steps and knocking on the front door.

Naturally it was not Hajoon who answered, but a maid, offering us a drink and requesting we follow her up the grand staircase. The house was more modern looking inside than I had first envisaged, family portraits of past “Hajoon’s” lined the walls, illuminated by lights to give a dramatic welcome into the house.

“God, they love themselves don’t they.” I whispered under my breath.

“Do you think they are all cocks?” I followed up.

“Minho!” Karina replied quietly.

“Probably.” She continued, laughing into her palm.

I could see the alcohol slowly sinking in, her tipsiness was getting a little stronger as she took another hit of whisky before we arrived at two large doors. The maid knocked twice, before being asked to come in with Hajoon dressed in a pinstripe suit together with Yeonjun already prepped in a bath robe. He made me sick, I could have thrown him off the balcony right there and then.

“Glad you could make it.” Hajoon said, surveying Karina’s tight frame.

“You look...amazing tonight, as always Karina.” He said, taking a sip of wine.

“I would offer you a drink, but it seems you already have that taken care of.” He said smiling.

“Let’s get this over with.” Karina retorted, motioning to the mobile phone on the table.

“Na ah, I will delete once this is over.” Yeonjun said cooly.

“No, you delete it now.” Karina replied, standing firm.

“She will keep her word.” Hajoon replied, motioning for Yeonjun to do what he was asked.

Like a pawn he yielded, showing us the phone and deleting the video, pictures and anything else associated with that day.

“I suppose there is no cloud back up either?” I asked.

“There is none.” Hajoon replied.

A manipulative old fool he maybe, but a liar he was not.

“Shall we begin?” Hajoon asked, handing Karina a contract.

It was the transfer of his shares once he retired, going fully over to Karina. I quick squiggle and it was done, now the hard part.

“A few conditions.” Karina said confidently.

“Go on...” Hajoon said intrigued.

“No kissing on my lips under any circumstances and I do not and shall not swallow.” She said.

“After tonight, this is it, this is the only time you will be able to have me.” She followed up sharply.

The two just nodded, agreeing with the terms and walked forward, their eyes lighting up with desire as Karina backed herself onto me.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yeah...”

Karina pressed her rear onto my crotch grinding her body against my chest. I had to admit, my trepidation and even jealousy of having to share her with these two vile people was becoming slowly overturned with lust. Feeling Karina rock her hips against mine gave me instant wood as she widened her stance, showing off her toned, pale legs in all its glory before knocking back one another shot of whiskey.

“Cum in me first.” She whispered, grinding deeper into my crotch as I drifted my hands under her dress.

She was moist, almost too moist as I felt her cream leak through her silky underwear, the grool from her pussy forming strands on my fingertips the moment I pierced her cunt.

“Unghh...” Karina moaned quietly, beckoning the other two to walk forward.

I could see her eyes in the mirror locked on mine, egging me on to keep going, to please her. I did exactly that, slipping my hand between her panties and rubbing decisively at her throbbing clit. The moisture emanating from her pussy was overwhelming as I use my left hand to penetrate her folds while the other pinched at her tender clit and played with her slick labia. Karina eased herself over as Hajoon and Yeonjun stepped forward eagerly awaiting their turn. The sound of the Hajoon’s zipper being draw down was strangely erotic as the old man popped a blue pill, no doubt viagra as his cock slowly sprang to life. Yeonjun was now undressing, cupping Karina’s face as she grasped his exposed dick along with Hajoon’s gently jerking their shafts. I could see the pleasure coursing through their bodies as Karina encircled both of their slits with her thumb, pressing down gently while continuing to pump their dicks in her delicate hands, fisting their meat till both men started to dribble pre cum from their tips.

“Suck...” Hajoon said, running his fingers through her hair.

Karina looked back at me, nodding for me to ramp it up as I dragged my tip along the outside of her slit, her juices coating my crown in a delectable, warm sticky fluid before I thrusted forward, penetrating her sex with force, pushing her mouth onto Hajoon’s length while she held Yeonjun’s twitching cock in her other hand.

“Uhmm...mmh...mmm...” Karina moaned, her lips humming around the old man’s meat.

I watched in awe as she used her lips to pleasure his cock, coating him in her saliva whilst he used her mouth. Hajoon started rocking his hips, gripping her head softly while she fed on his dock, her right hand shifting to his sack while she continued to jerking Yeonjun.

“That’s a good girl, just like that.” Hajoon said, while Karina painted his shaft with spittle.

With a few more bobs of her head, she released him from her mouth, leaning back onto me and kissing me on the lips as I sucked on her exposed tongue. My cock was buried right up inside her married cunt, tensing and flexing inside her womb as my tip smashed up against her cervix. Unzipping the back of her dress, the fabric dropped to the floor, her sexiness exposed at last while I attacked her sex with my meat, slipping my thumb inside her ass and gripping her hips for leverage while I ploughed inside her slippery pussy.

“Minho- Minho...cum... cum inside me...” Karina chanted.

Her walls were milking my shaft at an alarming rate as I saw Yeonjun lose patience, grabbing Karina by her hair and easing her lips onto his cock. She took him no problem, sucking down on his cock with reckless abandon as he rolled his head back in pleasure.

“Fuckk...Karina...” He moaned.

Her mouth was in overdrive as I fucked her from behind, raising her right leg to spear her cunt deeper as Yeonjun and I spit roasted the mother of three. She was close, convulsing on my lap as I pumped more of my cock into her twitching slit, watching her feed on Yeonjun as he held her face and forced all of his dick into her warm mouth.

“Mmhh...nghh…mmhh.” Karina moaned around his meat as her legs started to buckle.

“Gluck...gluckk...gluckk...” Were the sounds of Karina’s mouth, Yeonjun clearly brushing her tonsils as her eyes started to well up.

Yeonjun and I held her in place, our thrusting, slamming ever deeper into her, stuffing her with cock at both ends as the inevitable came to fruition. I came first, my balls churning as I felt Karina shudder in my grasp, her pussy clamping down on my shaft as she climaxed hard on my meat. My balls churned wildly, as I unloaded inside her fertile cunt, spraying my seed into her womb as I pumped her full of my cum, thrusting hard into her wanting cunt like a wild animal. Yeonjun followed, almost immediately after, twitching uncontrollably as he unloaded deep inside her mouth, his seed dribbling from the corners of her lips as she worked his cock with her soft tongue. We were filling her up on both ends, pumping our sperm into her mouth and pussy all at once which she took without complaint, moaning around Yeonjun’s cock as she finally released him, opening her mouth and letting his cum fall out of her in its entirety, forming a milky puddle on the tiles. This sordid scene appeared to have set Hajoon off who was avidly jerking his veiny cock beside her, grabbing Karina by the back of the head and pointing his tip at her forehead.

“Ouhhh...Karina...” The old man moaned, sighing loudly as he unloaded on her face.

He painted her perfect lips and nose with his globulous load, thick and stringy in appearance as spurt after spurt flowed onto Karina’s face, creaming her skin in a translucent film of spunk. I t was like a scene from a porn as the four of us stood panting heavily, my cock still buried inside Karina as I gripped her hips to balance her uneasy legs.

“The bed...lets go to the bed.” Hajoon said out of breath.

The Viagra must have done the trick as his cock was as still as hard as ever, twitching in anticipation of what was to come. Karina took another hit of whiskey after wiping her face clean with a towel, the taste of salt and sperm now replaced with alcohol.

“You ok?” I asked, kissing her on the cheek.

Karina smiled, drunken and dazed, a lusty glaze in her eyes, one I was well accustomed to by now as she kissed me passionately on the lips, sucking on my tongue as she whispered in my ear.

“I... want...you...in my mouth.” She said softly, pulling me by my cock and lying on her side.

Without hesitation, Karina took my soft dick between her lips and started to suck. Her lips covering every inch of my shaft as she used her soft hands to gently palm and squeeze at my sack. It didn’t take long to reach full mast again as I held her by the face and gently pumped my cock into her moist mouth.

“Fucknggh…nghh...mmhh” Karina , screamed, wincing her eyes.

Hajoon had rammed his fat cock deep inside her pussy as she lay on her side. Her legs were bunched up in the Fetal position as he aggressively attacked her cunt with his dick, stuffing her with his meat repeatedly. The sounds of his hip slapping against her ass were brutal as Karina tried her best to concentrate her sucks on my cock. Her lips feebly wrapping around my shaft as Hajoon fucked her hard from the other side. It was something that set me off, the sound of flesh smashing together that triggered my inner animal. I gripped her face, looking her deep in the eyes as forced my twitching cock into her throat. I was using her face as my personal pleasure hole, skull fucking the married woman as I felt her lips clamp on my cock hard. Karina was shaking, Hajoon had hit the right spot grinding his hips as he buried his cock inside her cunt unloading his seed into her pussy.

“Grrhh...that’s right Karina, good girl, take it, take it all.” Hajoon grunted, pumping her cunt one last time as he fucked my cum out of her cunt and replaced it with his own.

Karina was a mess, a cum dazed mess as saliva dribbled down the side of her lips, spunk now leaking profusely out her slit as she rolled over onto her back. Yeonjun was eying her like a tiger, shifting his weight forward as he caressed her sticky thighs.

“Open...open your legs, Karina.” He whispered in her ear, licking the length of her neck.

She was too lust drunk to even protest as she spread her thighs for him, inviting Yeonjun to penetrate her well fucked pussy. He did just that, thrusting hard and deep into her pussy as his cock bottomed out inside the married woman. Grinding his hips, I was sure his tip was rubbing up against her cervix as Karina hung her head off the side of the bed.

“Unghhh...oh...ohhh...goddd...” She screamed, her arms clawing at my thighs.

“Is that all you have...? fuck me like you mean it you pussy!” She yelled at Yeonjun.

It set him off, as he gritted his teeth, his hips in overdrive as he fucked her like a bunny rabbit, grasping at her pert breasts while ramming his meat up inside her silky pussy. I could see her cream encapsulate his cock, Yeonjun’s balls slapping her pristine pussy lips.

“Take it...is...this...what...you...want...” He growled slamming her over and over again.

“Unghh...nghhh...Minho- Minho please...” She pleaded, opening her mouth and extending her tongue.

I rushed forward, supporting her head in my hands as I eased my cock between her lips once more. Squatting down I pumped my cock into her gullet, using her mouth like a glory hole as I felt her lips sheath my shaft, spit drooling at the sides of her mouth while my balls slapped up against her forehead.

“Take it...fucking...take…it...” I yelled, losing control.

Karina scratched at my inner thighs, her tongue now coating the top of my cock with spit as I began to cum. I held her face steady pumping hard and deep into her mouth as my tip exploded inside her throat, feeding her the much-needed seed she desired. Wave after wave of my cum coated her mouth, as she expertly held my base and pumped at my cock, sucking down my sperm into her stomach. Looking down, I could see her actively swallowing every last drop of cum, her throat bulging as I fuelled her mouth with my pent up salty cum.

“Agghhh...yesss...fuckkk” Yeonjun yelled, thrusting hard into Karina.

His hips were twitching, seeding her married pussy for the third time that night as we both pumped our sperm into her at both ends once more. Karina gyrated her hips, feeling the warmth of both loads enter her body as she turned to the side to suckle on my sack.

“Why do you swallow his?” Yeonjun asked.

“He...he can do whatever he wants to me.” She said breathlessly, smiling up at my face.

We stayed like this a mere minute or so before Hajoon came back into the action, slapping her ass in enthusiasm.

“I want your ass.” He said with a look of pure lust on his face.

I could not keep up at this rate so I asked for the blue pill to kick me into overdrive. The old man laughed, pointing me to the drawer as I took it down with some water. It was like a magic pill, my cock suddenly awakening, sore but absolutely rock hard. Yeonjun declined respectfully, tending to Karina’s breasts as he suckled on her nipples, sucking down hard as she rolled back in the covers in ecstasy.

Walking over I gave Karina a knowing look, grabbing her hips and flipping her over onto my lap.

“You want a ride baby?” I asked, winking at her.

Karina smiled flirtatiously, grabbing my length with her sweaty hands and grinding her sex onto me. It felt amazing being inside her warmth again, the spunk of the previous occupant leaking onto my thighs as her cunt made a squelching sound as she bottomed out on my lap. Yeonjun was standing above us, leaning on the backboard. As if on cue, she knew what to do, parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

“Shit Karina...” Yeonjun moaned, clawing at her hair as he fed her his cock.

“Thats right Karina...bend over for me” Hajoon chimed in, pushing her mouth forward onto Yeonjun’s cock as she took him into the back of her throat.

Hajoon had a clear run at her now exposed rosebud as I pistoned in, up inside her pussy, slapping my balls up on her ass. I could feel Karina tense up the moment Hajoon entered her, her hips bucking slightly as he thrust with full force filling her asshole with his cock. All four of us found our rhythm quite quickly as I thrust my cock up inside Karina’s tight cunt, Hajoon would slide out of her anal cavity while Yeonjun would pump his cock into her throat. It was like a complicated machine made out of human body parts.

Karina’s breasts were bouncing all over the place as Hajoon gathered speed, splitting her ass open with his fat cock as he filled her anally, I could hear the slaps of flesh again and the squelch of bodily fluids emanating from between her legs. She was enjoying this, her pussy creaming all over my cock as her cunt glistened with grool.

“Nghh...mmfff...fuck...fuckk...shittt...” Karina wailed between sucks, saliva now dripping on to my face from her rapid slurps.

Her body was being stuffed with three cocks simultaneously, she was well and truly airtight. At this angle I could spear her g-spot with cock. Spreading her ass cheeks for Hajoon to violate her anus, I thrust upwards hard, grinding my hips against her clit till I felt her sacred spot with my tip. I held her here while I prodded and rubbed against her most sensitive parts, filling her womb with my meat as my cock stretched her pussy out.

“Karina...Karina...suck…keep...sucking me.” Yeonjun grunted.

I could feel myself approaching too, gripping her body close as I continued to thrust up inside her wanting cunt with my slick cock, spearing her folds with my dick as Hajoon began speed up frantically fucking her rump.

“Karinaaa…nghhh.” Hajoon groaned, gripping her hips and fucking her deep in the ass.

I could feel her lower half convulse, no doubt taking his load deep inside her anal cavity as Yeonjun followed suit, unloading wildly into her mouth while my tip exploded between her legs. All three of us were seeding her at the same time, our cums being fired into her ass, pussy and mouth together as one. Sperm flowed from her lips as she spat Yeonjun’s load out on to the pillow, a bit dribbling down her face as she pumped his straining dick on more time. Her hips gyrating slowly while my spasming cock eeked out the last drops inside her dripping well fucked pussy, creampie number four for the night.

Hajoon rolled of, slapping her rump once more before lying back on the Egyptian cotton sheets.

“Come...” He said, directing Karina to him.

“Crawl to me...” He whispered.

Karina complied, her face smeared with cum and spittle as she crawled, cum oozing from her red raw ass and well fucked pussy.

She was tired, her arms weak as she crawled across the bed on onto Hajoon’s lap, His cock was still hard, as he beat his meaty cock in his hands waiting for Karina’s mouth to engulf him. It was a highly arousing sightseeing Karina, normally the dominant one in the work environment, being tamed and compliant as she joined his hands with hers, squeezing his fleshy cock as she bent down and took him in her mouth. The sounds that came from her mouth were sexual, the way she coated him with her full lips, slathering her saliva along his shaft as her tongue travelled the length of his base till she reached his balls. Taking each orb in her mouth, Karina suckled, feeding on his sack while pumping away at his cock, now slick with spittle. Her grip was getting harder as I saw Hajoon jerk his hips, grabbing the sheets. The image of Karina’s ass was too hard to resist as I looked down at my slick cock, covered in god knows what fluids, twitching to be tagged in. As if reading my mind, Karina looked back at me, wiggling her ass as I positioned myself behind her pert rear.

“Ass up...face...down...” I said, pressing her back forward so her rear jutted out into the sweaty night air.

Karina licked her lips, looking back at me as she took Hajoon in her mouth once more.

“Mmnghh...mmhhh...” She moaned on his cock as I wasted no time.

Thrusting forward with precision, I speared her asshole with force, pushing the excess cum from her crack out all over the sheets as a new tenant occupied her anal cavity. It was a sticky affair, her tightness lubricated by someone else’s cum, Hajoon’s to be precise. It allowed me to get in and out faster, slamming my cock into her bowels as my meat stretched her out. Looking over at Yeonjun he had passed out form tonight’s sordid events.

“Pffttt Rookie...” I said under my breath as I continued to fuck Karina’s ass.

“Unghhh...ughhh...fuckkk...nghhh.” Karina wailed, releasing Hajoon’s cock from her mouth as she felt me bottom out in her shitter.

Her walls were tightening, the cum form her ass now fully excavated as I drilled her rump from behind with deliberate pumps of my cock. Hajoon was twitching like a madman, holding Karina’s head in place while his shaft started to pulse. The first spurt getting her in her eye before she recovered and took him into her mouth once more, sucking up the rest of his cum.

“Karinaa...suck...suck me...” Hajoon said breathlessly, as Karina hoovered his cock.

The meat between her lips finally going limp as she dribbled his salty seed on his lap, resting her tired face on his thighs as I neared my crescendo too. Leaning forward and rubbing at her sex with my hand we frigged her throbbing clit together, Karina and I, hand in hand as my orgasm approached. She began to shake, her voice raspy and ragged as the contractions came. Thighs trembling, Karina started creaming on my palms again, her sticky grool was everywhere as I penetrated her ass hole.

“Cumm...fucking...cummm.” Karina yelled in rapture as I exploded inside her bowels.

A warm rush of seed flooded her anal canal, coating her inside in my sticky load as my orgasm triggered hers, trembling in my arms as I violated her asshole with my cock, pumping an ever increasing amount of sperm into her anal cavity.

“Fuck…fuck...keep pumping me.” Karina said, breathing heavy as she leant back on me.

I did what she said, flexing my hips as I fed her rump the last few spurts of my twitching cock. We were all shattered, Karina no doubt the most, her limbs turned to jelly and body covered in sweat and bodily fluids. She had been filled to the brim tonight, stuffed by three men simultaneously as we pumped our seed into her tight body. Nevertheless, the sultry vixen just looked deep into my eyes, as she flicked her hair in my direction.

“Take me home Minho...” She said, kissing me softly on the lips.

—

Driving back to my place that night with the wind blowing on my face through the open window sent a much needed shock to my system. The cool morning air hit me like freight train, bringing me back to earth as I stared at Karina sleeping in the passenger seat beside me. She was absolutely wrecked, her inner thighs still smeared in god knows who’s seed, remnants from the absolute railing she had received that evening. We were relentless, not giving her a seconds rest all night, just one position after the next, unloading our cums deep inside her writhing body till she overflowed with it all, twitching in pleasure, drunk on lust.

“Hey... Karina, we are home.” I said, scooping her up and opening the front door.

There was no response aside from a light moan as we ascended the stairs setting her down softly on my bed. Sweeping her hair to the side I stood there for a moment, admiring her beauty, tracing the outlines of her hips and waist with my eyes before a sudden vibration on the bedside table pulled me back to reality. It was Jaewook, his name was flashing up on Karina’s screen. There was a moment’s hesitation where part of me wanted to answer it and tell him all about what had just happened, but I decided against it. The cruelness of it all was strangely intoxicating, knowing and doing all this behind his back as bad as it was, was never bad enough for me to stop. I wanted her and vice versa but deep down I knew something had to give, we could not keep this secret from Jaewook for much longer.

—

“Morning sleepy head.” Karina said, dancing her fingers along my forehead.

“Uhmm...hey...you.” I replied, my eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

“How are you feeling...?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“OK...a little stretched you could say.” She replied playfully slapping my arm.

Karina had changed into a silky purple nightie, most probably after I passed out from the warm shower before bed. Studying her pale legs over the cotton sheets, I could still see the hand prints on her exposed thigh, most probably from Hajoon who really went for it that night.

“Mmmm...look what that old guy did?” Karina said, noticing the shock on my face after seeing the marks.

“Yes...we really did a number on you last night...” I replied sheepishly.

“Yes...you did...” She replied, blushing slightly as she covered up her legs under the sheets.

“Listen...about last...” I started, my voice laced in guilt seeing what she had to go through just to save my skin.

I had to admit I enjoyed it last night, it was raw, uncut pure sex. It was unlike anything I had ever done or likely ever to do again, but it came at a price. Karina and her dignity, one she once proudly wore had taken a battering that night. It was strange to think that the days leading up to it all, we both were fraught in trepidation, yet once we were in the moment, it somehow felt liberating.

“It’s ok...” She said, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Truth be told...I...” Karina stuttered slightly.

I knew what she was going to say, I could read it on her face last night, as we locked eyes and I flooded her womb for the nth time.

“You...” I said slowly.

“Liked...it...” She let out with a sigh.

Her face blew up in a bright red color as she registered what she had just said. My smile was telling, almost mocking her, to which she just hit my arm lightly and kissed me on the lips. I had a feeling that this was the case, her body betrayed her, face wincing in pleasure with each spear of cock, each flood of her chamber brought about a renewed sense of satisfaction on her face. I could tell by the way we fucked last night, it was passionate, feral, right.

“Not all of it.” She said, trying to backtrack her previous revelation.

“Really...?” I said smirking.

“Well, yes...no... I mean...I liked the feeling of being pleasured...and filled over and over again.” Karina said, her eyes glazing over like she was remembering the best parts of last night.

“I can’t explain it...it almost didn’t matter that Hajoon and Yeonjun were there...they were just props...what was important was that you were there...it’s almost like our connection hit another level...you know?” She mused.

“Primal...” I replied.

“That’s the word!” She replied, smirking before kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Well...do you want to...” I began.

“Let’s not push your luck Mister.” She said sharply, before turning to check her phone.

There was something else, I could sense it, the way she flicked her phone off and turned to me told me it was something about Jaewook. It had come to pass that the married couple had had a deep talk while I was asleep, deciding what the next steps were in their marriage. Karina had all but thrown in the towel to the protests of Jaewook who was still clinging onto a small thread of hope. They were both due to go to some camping trip to later on in that week to try and “heal” she put it while rolling her eyes. It was your standard last chance saloon talks that you hear about a hundred times over, the only difference was the last part. I was invited to this healing session.

It came to light that Jaewook’s fix that we spoke about regarding spicing things up had really gone to his head. In his desperation, he had put forward an idea to Karina of a potential threesome. Upon hearing this I burst out laughing, like I was an episode of punked or something. Karina’s eyes remained resolute, to the point that my laughter faded into thin air.

“Ok...what...you...him...I’m sorry...what?” I replied, absolutely flummoxed.

“Hold on big boy, a minute ago you were all like, let’s do this again.” Karina said mockingly.

“Yeah, that was...this...this is weird as fuck!” I replied.

“Well, it is and it isn’t, some of my girlfriends have done some suspect things in their time with their hubby.” Karina said smiling knowingly.

“But what about your lack of feelings for...” I started.

“That still stands...” Karina said coldly.

“So, this thing, he’ll thinks this will save your marriage...it...” I replied

“Won’t.” Karina interjected.

“But you still want to...” I followed up tentatively.

“Yes...” She said with a devilish grin.

“That’s cold Rina.” I said.

“Please...don’t give me that. Besides, I told him already that I would ask you this as a favor in exchange to further your career.” She replied matter of factly.

“I want- this...you...” Karina said, her voice trailing off, as her eyes took over.

“And what if I refuse.” I said with an empty threat.

Her look spoke a thousand words as she lay back down beside me, her eyes trailing my lower half of my body. I had already agreed to this fucked up threesome without saying anything and she knew it.

“Morning pump and dump?” Karina asked seductively, bribing me with her body as she unclasped her bra from under her nighty and threw it in my face.

“You are outrageous...” I replied, taking her tongue between my lips as we kissed passionately.

My hands roamed her tight frame, squeezing softly at her pert breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I positioned my hips between her bronze thighs.

“Show me what you got...” Karina said, biting my ear and pulling me close for another deep kiss.

We were well versed in this now, our bodies moved as one as I thrust forward without much thought, my cock piercing her wet folds in one slick movement as she welcomed my dick inside her moist cunt. The slickness of her folds creaming all over my shaft was something I was accustomed too, every inch of her pussy had been explored by my straining cock, my mouth, fingers and anything else I could fuck her with.

“God...you...stretch me out...so...good...” Karina moaned into my ear as I bottomed out inside her luscious cavern.

Her pink walls hugged at my meat, coaxing out pearls of precum from my crown as I smashed her cervix with my tip, stuffing the housewife with my cock, feeling the stretch of her cunt muscles as I penetrated her slick sex.

“Unghhh...mnghhh...yes...yesss...” Karina wailed.

My balls were slapping up against her ass as I felt her grool slather my shaft each time I pumped more of my dick into her tight womanly cunt, feeding her pussy all of my meat as I rubbed tirelessly at her throbbing clit. The stickiness of her thighs was growing, strands of her sexual juices now smearing against my hips as I whipped her legs over my shoulders and railed Karina into the mattress with my cock. Each stroke fucking her long and deep, filling her married cunt with cock as she clawed at my face, mewing at each penetrative thrust of my hips.

“Baby...baby...keep- keep...going...” Karina chanted.

Sweat was pouring from my face, dripping onto her outstretched tongue as she lapped up my salty beads of perspiration, licking up my neck as I ground my hips into her mound, burying my cock inside her pussy. The feeling of her cunt contracting around my shaft was a telling sign as Karina got up on all fours and pushed me on my back. Staring at the sultry married woman, she stalked me like a lioness, licking her lips as she crawled towards me.

“I want you...to pump me…full of your essence...” Karina whispered, taking my cock between her lips and sucking hard on my turgid member.

The housewife dipped her head low, taking my meat into the back of her throat as her excess spit leaked from the sides of her mouth. I was twitching between her lips, close to completion, I knew she wanted me to release inside her, but where was up to her. Karina kept sucking, slurping on my shaft like an ice lolly as she worked the underside of my cock with her tongue, smearing me with her warm saliva.

“Gluck...gluckk...gluckk...” Were the sounds from her mouth, her eyes watering as I held her face and began to thrust.

My balls slapped up against her chin as I penetrated her mouth with my cock, tapping her tonsils as Karina’s mouth was stuffed with my meat. Holding her hair back to let me see her suck me off with no hands, I guided her face to the exact depth I wanted, rolling my hips to feed her more dick between her soft pink lips.

“Karina...Baby I’m close...” I moaned, my eyes were straining to hold it together before she popped me free from her mouth and squeezed hard on my shaft, preventing me from exploding.

My balls ached at being denied, moments before release and she knew it, smiling cheekily at me, her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat and sex.

“Remember what I said...Pump...and...dump.” She whispered, wiggling her tight rear in my face as she licked her lips and bent over on all fours.

Who was this woman? The sexual encounter from last night had unleashed something deep within her, a ravenous goddess that had to be satiated, and satiate I would, whatever it took.

Grabbing her roughly by the hips I thrusted forwards, impaling the brunette on my length as I penetrated her sex from the rear. Her wetness was obvious, grool dribbling down the sides of her thighs as our flesh connected with a resounding slap. The grunting emanating from her lips as I pounded her pussy from behind was music to my ears as I felt the tightness of her cunt mold around my shaft, sucking me off each time I fucked my slick cock into her tight cunt.

“Unghhh...nghhh...fuckk- do it...dump...it- dump it… inside...of...me...” Karina screamed in rapture.

The aggression of my pumps was showing on her rear, fucked red and raw as I slapped her tight ass a few times while stretching her out.

I could feel her pussy start to get tighter, her walls were closing in on me as I smashed up against her cervix with my tip a few more times, pinching at her clitoris with my fingers as I desperately stuffed her married cunt with my cock.

“Karina...fuckk...” I moaned into her ear.

She was bucking her hips, her legs trembling as I felt her orgasm hit, squeezing at my shaft with a ravenous appetite as I continued to pump my hips, lifting one leg up to smash her cunt hard and deep.

“Unghhh...pump...me...I want...it, all...of...it...” Karina wailed as her climax continued through my strokes.

It was the final straw, seeing her scream and wail into the covers set me off as I erupted from the tip just as I bottomed out inside her tight cunt. The force of my climax, pumping a torrent of cream inside her marital pussy, feeding her uterus with my milky sperm as I painted her womb white with my sticky seed.

“That’s it...Baby...” Karina, said looking back, gyrating her hips as I fed her more of my pent up cum.

She was overflowing from her pink slit, yet I continued to thrust, stuffing her tight cunt with my twitching meat, forcing my warm sticky semen deep into her womb as Karina collapsed onto the pillow while I was still imbedded within her.

“Don’t- don’t...stop...” Karina whispered breathlessly as I continued to empty myself inside her pussy, flexing my hips to get every ounce of cums inside her.

We stayed, locked in this mating ritual for a good ten minutes before I disengaged with a slurp, the remnants of my seed flowing out of her moist slit almost immediately as the sultry housewife turned towards me.

“Are you still in two minds about that getaway?” She said raising her eyebrows.

“Just give me the time and the place...” I said, breathlessly, slapping her ass one last time.

[natimiles]

Always (Levi x reader)

Summary: Levi was accustomed to solitude, grappling with his fears alone. Not anymore.

Words: 798

Tags: hurt/comfort; Levi looking down at himself; cuddling; a little fluffy; newly dating; no pronouns specified for reader.

Notes: I just wanted to cuddle my sea serpent demon 🥹🤲🏻🤍

His room is always quiet when he’s sleeping, with only the aquarium buzzing in the background. His blue lights are always illuminating the floating jellyfish, giving them a haunting look. His bathtub is always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow. His things are always smelling like the ocean, a scent that soothes and comforts him. And he is always alone there.

However, things are different this morning. 

His nostrils catch a scent that isn’t the usual, but somehow does an even better job of keeping him calm. Stirring, he feels something holding him firmly. Frowning, he peeks one eye open and notices it’s definitely not his Ruri pillow he’s clutching. Blinking the sleep away, he looks down and catches sight of you.

He’s lying on his back, holding you while you’re almost on top of him, embracing him tightly. His tail is even wrapped around one of your legs. What the—

Memories suddenly flood his brain.

Oh.

Right.

You slept in his room with him, calming his anxiety and helping him… Again. He sighs, remembering the sorry excuse of a demon he was the night before. He rubs his hand over his face, both ashamed and sleepy, and tries to move.

“You won’t leave me here,” your soft voice rings around the bathtub. So low, but somehow so powerful.

“A-ah!” He jolts, accidentally holding you closer in his surprise. “Y-you’re awake!”

“Good morning,” you chuckle, lifting your head to lean your chin on his chest and look at his flustered face.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

You’re still intently looking at him, and he’s already embarrassed enough. He tries to bring his hand to his face, so he can hide as he always does, but you intercept it and lace your fingers together. He pouts and tries to avert your gaze by looking at his ceiling and the jellyfishes hanging there.

However, you won’t accept it. You shimmy your body up, bringing your face to the same level as his and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushes harder and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t hide from me,” you whisper. You bring your hands, still intertwined together, to your lips, placing a soft kiss there too. “You have no reason to hide. And don’t think poorly of yourself.”

Levi wants to disagree. He wants to argue and say he has lots of reasons to hide, that he doesn’t deserve you, that you should go and leave him alone already. You should stop wasting your time with a pathetic demon like him.

But then you use your linked hands to nudge his chin and make him look at you, and everything he’s always thought about himself slowly subsides.

You have such a loving expression on your face.

Your lips wear that beautiful smile he loves, one that reaches your eyes and makes them squint softly. Your cheek is marked from sleep; he can see the line his pajama shirt left on it — but it doesn’t look painful, and he could say you look even more beautiful.

You bring your linked hands to your lips again, and he sees your perfect nails, matching his own, painted in his colors by yourself when you did both his and yours last night in an attempt to distract him from the self-deprecating thoughts.

“I-I’ll try not to…” he mutters under his breath. You give him a look, and he fumbles with his words in the next second. “I-I… w-won’t… I won’t.”

“Good,” you smile. “I won’t let anyone look down on my lovely boyfriend, and that includes you.” You poke his chest teasingly.

“Alright,” he sighs, and he’s sure even his sigh sounds smitten right now.

Leaning down, you kiss his lips softly. 

He emits a startled hum, widening his eyes. “W-w-warn me first!”

“I love you, Levi,” you whisper, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “I’m gonna kiss you again.”

“I c-changed my mind, it’s worse when you warn me,” he stumbles on his words.

That makes you laugh heartily, and he doesn’t have much time to stare in awe at you because you’re kissing him again in the next second.

His room was always quiet when he was sleeping, now he has your steady breaths to listen to. His blue lights were always illuminating the floating jellyfishes, now they reflect into your beautiful, bright eyes. His bathtub was always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow, now it has you and your warmth. His things were always smelling like the ocean, now they’re impregnated with your smell, one that works wonders to keep him grounded.

He was always alone there.

He isn’t anymore, and never will be again.

He will always have you now.

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[thatonebrazilian]

Tolerate it

Summary: Everyone assumed you were fine, but what would they do if you just... broke free?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader; undertones of Carol Danvers x Reader; Platonic Clint Barton x Reader; mentions of platonic Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Word count: Around 6K

TW: Deep angst, assassination attempt, betrayal of trust, suicidal thoughts, dealing with grief, self sacrifices.

A/N: I've been in the mood for angst, apparently. And I actually wasn't planning on writing anything (I shouldn't have, I was short for time as it was), but I was listening to Taytay and the fic just came to me. This will probably hurt a lot. Just hurt, not much comfort. Let there be pain.

You didn't know what you did wrong. You didn't know how you could fix this. You didn't know if it even could be fixed.

All you did, all you could do, was just sit there and watch her. She was reading, her head low, almost as if she was trying to keep a barrier between you two.

You sat in the corner of the room, watching her as she immersed herself in reports. The soft glow of the lamp cast a delicate halo around her, illuminating her beautiful, beautiful features. And yet, on that night, as on many before, the light seemed unable to reach her eyes. 

You knew she was struggling, you were too. Everyone was. The Blip had taken many from their families, and the toll it took on those who stayed made many more lose their loved ones. The remaining Avengers lost Clint to his own darkness, and you lost the love of your life to what you could only describe as self-isolation.

Natasha had always had an unhealthy work-life balance, yet you always managed to counter that… But not anymore.

You had been together for what felt like an eternity, intertwined in a love that once knew no bounds. Now, though, there was a growing chasm separating the two of you. Natasha would only engage in conversations that revolved around missions and saving the world, and none of those came from you.

You used to be an Avenger too, with powers so astronomical that you never learned to control them. Bruce and Tony had to create some sort of inhibitor for you, lest you destroy the world by mistake.

You were probably one of the most powerful beings out there, but having no control whatsoever of your powers would only bring destruction, so you learned to live without them, the bracelet Tony made never leaving your wrist.

Being a somewhat powerless avenger was hard, but it was worth it. You saved people, you helped your friends.

But since the Blip things have changed. 

After watching Wanda, one of your best friends, disappear right in front of your eyes; after seeing Clint's descent into darkness, you didn't feel like fighting anymore. So you decided to stop, you stopped so you could take care of yourself, take care of Natasha.

They were small, the things you did for her, but meaningful nonetheless. You'd wait by the door every day to greet her like a god-damned war hero, to show her some love and comfort after a hard day at work; you'd make her favorite dishes, lay the table with your best cutlery; you even took upon painting as it seemed to ease your mind, and you'd use your best colors for her portraits (and there were many)... And yet, all Natasha gave back were lukewarm smiles; hums, and nods in acknowledgment of your attempts at conversation, and a lackluster "thanks". 

She seemed to simply… Tolerate it.

~

You woke up in the wee hours of the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet, and the moonlight shone through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Your gaze fell upon Natasha, who lay beside you sleeping lightly. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, a calming sight that used to bring you comfort.

But then, as you watched her, you noticed a subtle alteration in her breathing patterns, something that would go unnoticed by anyone else. The steady rhythm became irregular, interrupted by moments of slightly shallower breaths and the briefest of pauses. There was a tension in her muscles that hadn't been there a second ago, almost as if a silent battle was being waged beneath her immaculate skin.

Natasha's eyes remained closed, her face serene as if she was lost in the most peaceful of dreams. But you knew the truth. She was pretending to be asleep. It felt like she didn't want to wake up beside you, like she simply tolerated your presence, but now even that tolerance seemed to be waning.

You wanted to reach out, to offer her solace, to take all the pain away, but the invisible barrier between you seemed impossible to break through. The distance that had grown between you now felt like a vast expanse, impossible to bridge. Her closed eyes spoke volumes, a silent plea for space, for time, for avoidance.

Your heart ached with the weight of unspoken words, your eyes burned with the sting of unshed tears. You missed Clint, he'd know how to deal with this, he'd help her, but he'd help you, too. He'd hug you and tell you that everything was gonna be ok, he'd make sure it'd turn out that way. You missed Wanda, she'd take you out to eat ice cream, watch silly sitcoms with you, tell you the stupidest jokes just to see you crack a smile, she'd even threaten Natasha if she imagined the other redhead was hurting you in any way, shape or form.

You missed your life, your old life, before the Blip.

You turned away from her, not wanting her to see the tears in your eyes in case she opened hers.

~

As it turns out, the first time Natasha had a semblance of a real conversation with you in… You don't even know how many weeks… Was to ask you to join a team to take down whatever new evil had shown up.

You didn't even think twice about it, you took the job, you'd do anything to get closer to her again.

The team consisted of you, Steve, and Carol, who was visiting Earth. You didn't even know where you were headed or who you were facing, you just wanted to come back with an excuse to actually talk to your fianceé. 

As you prepared to get into the jet, you saw her there, giving off directions before everyone boarded. You wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between respecting Natasha's need for distance and the overwhelming desire to break through the walls she had erected. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder then, too warm to be Nat's, and you immediately felt the comfort she radiated.

Carol wasn't the most sentimental person, she wouldn't tell you that everything would be fine, she wouldn't offer comforting words, but she'd be there, a warm unwavering presence amidst the chaos (even if you rarely saw each other in person). She was the one good thing that the Blip brought you.

"Don't think too much about it," the blonde said, already knowing what was on your mind. "Keep your head in the game, I don't want you getting hurt out there, ok?"

You nodded while managing to keep to yourself the strong urge to hug her, to seek comfort in that friendly and familiar warmth of hers.

She nodded back, turned and boarded the jet, having already reviewed with Natasha her role in the mission.

You looked at your fianceé only to find her eyes already on you. You didn't think too much into it, though, she was probably just reviewing in her head the role you'd have for this mission.

Once again you found yourself wanting to go to her, but the fear of rejection loomed over you, a haunting presence that whispered of the potential pain that awaited if you ventured too close.

You turned away and stepped in the jet.

~

You stumbled into the Avengers' compound, a dull ache radiating from your wounded shoulder, the bloodstained clothes doing nothing to give you comfort.

The mission had taken an unexpected turn, and both you and Steve got shot. Multiple times.

As soon as you stepped through the quinjet's door Natasha was there, the worry in her eyes making you question if you were hallucinating. She walked to you, her eyes never leaving yours, it was almost as if you could feel her again, the old Natasha, your Natasha.

"What the fuck happened? You weren't supposed to get hurt!" she exclaimed in a mix of anger, desperation and concern. She ran her hands through her unkempt hair. It was an uncommon sight, indeed, to see her so disheveled.

You knew she had been worried, the moment Steve reported back you could hear her pacing back and forth through the comms, you just didn't know it would affect her this much. You didn't think she cared anymore.

Almost as if sensing your thoughts, Natasha took a hesitant step closer and reached for your hands. "You got me really worried." She said, her eyes looking deep into yours, her hands soothingly cold to the touch. 

You could see she wanted to say something else, but almost as if she was waging a silent war against herself, she shook her head, released your hands and sighed. "Go to the med bay. I'll meet you there."

You nodded weakly, too tired from blood loss to argue. Too tired in general.

As you made your way to the medical facilities, the pain in your shoulder intensifying with each step, you couldn't help but think of all the times Clint saved your ass from stupid bullet wounds like these, or how Wanda would literally create a shield around you whenever you faced danger.

You missed them, you missed Wanda so much, and you couldn't help but wish it was you and not her. And Clint, god, you hated what he became, you hated the Ronin, you hated that he wasn't there to heal by your side, to heal with Natasha, but you still missed him so much.

As you entered the med bay, you were greeted by a warmth that made you question how she could have gotten there first.

"Bold move, jumping in front of a sea of bullets like that" Carol said, there was no warmth in her voice though. You closed your eyes.

"I couldn't let them shoot that child," you said, sitting on a cot and looking apologetically at her.

Carol gritted her teeth, her eyes scanning your wounded shoulder, the part of you that got the most hits, with a mix of worry and anger written across her face.

"So you just deemed your life less valuable than hers and decided to throw it away?" She clenched her fists.

"That's not it and you know it," you said in a small voice. It was worse, but no, she didn't know it. She didn't need to. You didn't want to burden her too.

Carol's eyes softened, she took a couple steps towards you and touched your uninjured shoulder. "I just worry about you, sweet girl." She said and sighed, "Look, I know you don't have much to live for right now, but you're one of my best friends, I wouldn't be able to deal with it if something ever happened to you. And by the looks of it neither would Natasha, despite all the shit she's been pulling."

It was amazing how Carol, just like Wanda before her, was able to fill you with lightness. With them, as well as with Clint, you felt cherished, cared for. You could never be more thankful for the blonde in front of you. Without Clint and Wanda here to support your near Natasha-less life, Carol was the one thing keeping you sane.

You just wished being sane was enough.

You managed a weak smile, though, and even if felt forced, it still seemed to have convinced Carol that you were ok. "I'll be fine, Carebear. Just a flesh wound. I know I haven't been in the field for a while, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Carol fought off a smirk. "Promise me you won't pull shit like that again, at least".

You saluted her, a mocking smile on your face, despite the ache you felt inside. "Aye, aye, Captain!"

She chuckled and shook her head, "You're the worst".

"But you love it!" Your answering smile was more genuine this time.

Her smile grew bigger, and you wished you could see it in person more often.

"I actually do." She said, shaking her head once more and turning away to leave the med bay.

It didn't take long for a nurse to come to tend to you. There were many bullet wounds around your body, although most were superficial. The worst was indeed your shoulder, having been hit four times.

You bitterly wondered how you could still be alive with all of these bullet holes around your body.

The minutes passed by, and yet there was no sign of Natasha, so after all your wounds have been treated and dressed you decided to go look for the redhead.

It was a bad idea. As you located her, your heart sank. There she was, tending to Steve's wounds, her focus solely on him. Even though there was nothing romantic about the situation, the sight of them together stirred a mix of emotions within you. Jealousy, longing, confusion. Betrayal. You wondered if there was something more between Natasha and Steve, a connection that surpassed friendship. You wondered why she would deem him deserving of having his wounds treated personally by her while you were sent to a nameless nurse.

Your mind raced, struggling with the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed you. Doubts crept in, and you questioned the very nature of your relationship with Natasha. Did she even love you still? Has she ever? Where was that woman who threw blankets over your barbed wire, leaving you just soft enough for all your other friends to approach? Why has she left you behind in her pursuit to build this new world instead of taking you along with her? The uncertainty gnawed at you, intensifying the ache in your shoulder. You made her your temple, your mural, your sky, but now you were left begging for footnotes in the story of her life.

As you stood there, watching her tend to his injuries, a deep sense of loneliness washed over you. The weight of the lack of acknowledgment you've been getting from her grew heavier, casting a shadow over the bond you once shared. The pain in your shoulder felt insignificant compared to the ache in your soul.

At that moment, you realized you couldn't take it anymore. You loved Natasha, you would probably love her till the end of your days, but you knew your love should be celebrated, and yet all she did was tolerate it.

~

You never thought about what she would do if you broke free, leaving the two of you in ruins. But that's what you did, you took the chains that bound you to Natasha and broke them.

You still longed for her, though, the neverending love you held for the woman felt like a dagger piercing your heart, a constant reminder of what you craved for, of what you once had. You wanted to remove it, to see it clatter to the ground as you bled out.

It was weird to gain the weight of her then lose it, but you needed to do it, you had to.

You were doing it for her as much as for yourself. Natasha had lost so, so much, but there was one person who could still come back, so you went to look for him, more in hopes of helping her than fulfilling your own desire of seeing him again.

Even if she didn't love you (which was the impression you got when you told her you'd be gone, looking for Clint, only to get a blank stare in response), you still loved her, you still wanted her to be as happy as she could, and you knew Clint was the person to make that happen, he was her best friend as much as he was yours.

You needed to help her heal somehow.

"She's been a mess since you left," Carol had said once during a video call, the vast expansion of the universe now looming right behind her, "don't ever tell her I said that, though." The grimace on her face told you she wasn't kidding.

"Steve's been trying to help more, even I am; I've been to earth since you left more times than I've been throughout my whole life. I'm afraid that if I stay gone too long, she won't be there when I come back… Since you left she barely takes care of herself. The place's a mess, she hasn't been eating much, and, again, don't ever tell her I said this, but I thought I'd never see her cry, and yet…"

You wondered if it had been all in your head, the way she seemed to avoid you, the way she seemed to take you for granted, the way she seemed to merely tolerate you.

In the midst of a turbulent storm of emotions, a newfound sense of urgency propelled your every step. You needed to find Clint, you needed to find him so you could go back to her, to see if she was really deteriorating that much, to ask her if it was all in your head, if you got it wrong somehow, if she actually loved you.

Time seemed to both crawl and fly, leaving you with moments of self-reflection in the solitude of your journey. Doubts and insecurities waged war within you, tearing at the fabric of your clarity. What if you discovered that Natasha's love had been genuine, but she had struggled to express it? What if she was simply too freshly traumatized to express it, and you had abandoned her at her worst moment?

You needed to go back to her, even if it was just to figure it out. But you wouldn't go back without Clint, you couldn't.

So you searched, and searched, and searched. And as you finally stood before Clint, his weathered face bearing the marks of his own battles, you found yourself engulfed in a deep ache. Two of the people you loved the most were immersed in pain, and you could do nothing to help.

"I can't believe you traveled so far, came all the way here for this," Clint spat, his voice filled with anger, his eyes filled with tears. "To ask me to come back so I can help her. Do you even worry about me? Did you ever stop to think that I lost my family? My wife's gone, Y/N! I lost my kids! Do you really think that I'm not dealing with my own shit right now?"

You shook your head, tears welled up in your eyes too, matching the anguish in your voice. "Fuck you, Clint! I'm not here just for her and you know that! You're my best friend, goddamnit, and you've been gone for years! I know you're hurting, but you gotta know that what you're doing is wrong, and it's not gonna bring Laura and the kids back." You shook your head, remembering the way the kids would all call you auntie Y/N/N. You sighed and shook your head in disappointment. "They would actually be ashamed of what you became."

You knew it was a low blow, but it was the truth, and he needed to hear it 

The moment he seemed to register those words, Clint's eyes became full of this sort of anger that you've never seen your friend display. But again, this wasn't Hawkeye, this was Ronin. 

Clint advanced upon you with rage in his eyes, his hand went to your throat, a dagger suddenly pressing against your ribs.

"Take that back." He said through gritted teeth, and you felt your eyes filling with tears once again.

Of course he wasn't above hurting you like this. He, too, didn't care about your own pain. 

You were tired, you were so fucking tired.

"Do it." You said, your voice devoid of emotions, the hollowness you now felt was all it conveyed. "It's not gonna make any difference if I'm gone, anyway."

You'd be just another death on his account, just a wisp of a memory in Natasha's mind.

Clint's brows furrowed, but his grip was unrelenting. You took your hands to his, the one holding the dagger, and pulled it up, so it wasn't resting above your ribs anymore, but right at your heart.

"Please," you said with a wavering voice, looking him deep in the eyes, trying to appeal no more to your friend, but to Ronin, "do it. Please."

The dagger clattered to the ground, Clint took a step away, looking at his hand as if it had personally offended him. He then looked at you, but you didn't meet his eyes, you were too absorbed looking at the dagger on the ground, feeling the brisk sense of freedom evading you as it finally stopped moving.

You then felt his arms around you, your head suddenly tucked into his neck.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice sounding desperate "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I'm so sorry," he kept repeating, and repeating, and repeating. 

You shook your head, your own desperation making you cling to him "Why didn't you do it? Why couldn't you just kill me?!"

His arms tightened around you as you both fell to your knees.

"I'm sorry," he just repeated, "I'm sorry I took this path, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I wasn't a good friend."

You wished that he being sorry was enough.

~

When you came back, there was a talk about fucking time travel. The Ant-guy was back, and so was Tony, Thor, and even Bruce. Everything seemed to be falling into place, so why did you still feel so…. broken?

But, somehow, as you and Clint stepped foot inside the Avengers compound, the familiar surroundings embraced you like a long-lost home. The tension that has seemed to permeate your very bones during the journey began to ease, replaced by a cautious hope for what awaited you.

You knew things wouldn’t instantly fix themselves up; Natasha wouldn’t just come to you and apologize for all she’s done (no, that wasn’t like her at all); your heart wouldn’t suddenly be mended, even if she did; your mind wouldn't let you forget the pain, the deep ache the past five years inflicted upon you.

And yet, there was hope.

There was the possibility of bringing Wanda back, of having Carol around more often, of doing something good for humanity. Of making Natasha happy again.

The moment the doors opened you saw her. She was talking to the Ant-guy and to Bruce, her brows furrowed as she nodded along.

And then she turned her head and caught sight of you, and of who was by your side. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw Clint standing there, and a glimmer of something flickered within them, something akin to hope, but also akin to sorrow. Without a second thought, she started walking in your direction, coming faster and faster until she was running. 

When Natasha reached Clint, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a long-awaited embrace. Tears pooled in her eyes, slowly streaming down her cheeks as she closed them. 

There was a little lightness in your heart as you saw them hug, some sort of knowing that she'd be ok even if you weren't around anymore. She wouldn't starve herself, she wouldn't push everyone away, she wouldn't shut down. She'd survive, and then she'd move on.

In that moment, as Natasha clung to Clint, her teary eyes slowly opened. There, through the blur of her emotions, she looked right at you. And the gratitude that radiated from her gaze was palpable, as if a thousand unspoken words were contained within that single look. 

Her hold on Clint loosened slightly as her eyes locked onto yours, lingering for a brief, intense moment. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time as the weight of her gaze met yours.  It felt as if the universe held its very breath, waiting for the next chapter to unfold. 

You wished you could say you could feel her love through that gaze, but you didn't know if you could use that word to describe what Natasha felt for you. Maybe she regretted what she did; maybe you became her anchor, even if unbeknownst to you, and she felt like she needed you to function; maybe she felt like she owed you something for bringing Clint back. You didn't know what it was, but you couldn't shake the feeling that the word love would be the wrong one to describe her feelings for you. Gratitude, thankfulness, maybe, but not love.

You smiled a sad smile, and nodded your head in acknowledgment to the gratitude in her eyes. 

Natasha furrowed her brows and pulled away from Clint as she saw you walking away from her, but before she could come after you, Clint caught her hand and walked towards the opposite direction. He wanted a conversation in private.

You just knew he was going to tear her a new one for what she did to you. During your journey back he had apologized more times than you could count, his words still engraved in your mind.

"I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust," he had vowed, his voice filled with determination. "I'll prove to you day after day that I care, that I value our friendship above all else. What happened the other day… it'll never happen again, I promise you that. I was too absorbed in my own pain, so much so that I hurt you, but I would never do that intentionally, Y/N. You're like a sister to me, I'd never willingly hurt you. I love you too much for that."

Maybe his love was real, but you didn't have it in yourself to just forgive and forget.

Maybe one day the gods would deem you worthy of love. True love, not the kind that hurts you.

~

"A soul for a soul" the Redskull said, turning the vast expense of cosmic beauty before you into something bleak, final. "You must sacrifice that which you love."

Your eyes wandered, drinking in the breathtaking scenery, the towering cliffs and cascading waterfalls; it seemed like a paradise carved from dreams. 

But the words hanging in the air casted a somber shadow over the planet's beauty, and as you stood near its vibrant precipice, the weight of what had to be done pressed upon the three of you. 

Destiny had brought you here, demanding a sacrifice.

It was a curse and a blessing all at once.

"If we don't get that stone, billions of people stay dead," Natasha stated, her voice tinged with determination, almost as if she was trying to keep herself strong.

Of course she'd want to be sacrificed, the selfless fool that she was.

Clint's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with a mixture of conflict and resignation. "Then I guess we both know who it's got to be," he replied, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. They didn't spare a single glance your way, it was almost as if they had mutually decided that you were to live.

A subtle sadness washed over Natasha's features as she nodded in agreement. "I guess we do."

You closed your eyes. You had been wanting this for so long, you had craved the peace I'd bring, you had fantasized about it, about closing your eyes and never opening them again.

And yet… you found yourself wanting to cling to life with an unwavering grip.

As Clint and Natasha looked at each other, you found yourself wanting to greet Laura, Lila, Coop and Nate when they came back, you found yourself wanting to have a nice day out with Yelena. You found yourself wanting to embrace Wanda and never let her go.

It hurt to know you wouldn't be able to do any of that.

"I'm starting to think we mean different people here, Natasha." Clint said then, his voice wavering slightly.

For a moment, Natasha's gaze lingered on Clint, her eyes reflecting the depth of her conviction. "For the last five years, I've been trying to do one thing: get to right here," she confessed. "That's all it's been about. Bringing everybody back."

She looked at you then, her eyes brimming with tears "I was so focused on it that I drove away the one person I had promised myself never to hurt.",

You couldn't look her in the eye, you couldn't let her see your decision through your gaze.

Clint's shoulders seemed to sag, you could see the self-blame he felt right through his eyes, even if they were focused on Nat. "And that's why it gotta be me. You spent all this time trying to help what was left of the world. Me… you know what I've done. You know what I've become." He shook his head, his eyes turning to you as well "If you haven't gotten to me, I'd still be killing an untold number of people without a care for who it'd hurt."

"Well," you said, shrugging, trying to lighten the mood a little "I don't judge people on their worst mistakes." There was no point in holding grudges anymore.

"Neither do I." Natasha said, looking at him. Her eyes turned to you then, full of sadness, longing , and regret. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

You walked towards her and pulled her in by the hand, your forehead resting against hers.

"I love you, Nat. You've been forgiven since day one." You said.

Natasha's tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

You saw from the corner of your eye Clint taking a step back, as if to go to the cliff. You extended your hand to him as well. He stopped in his tracks and took a couple steps in your direction, taking your hand in his.

He smiled a sad smile, his eyes red. "Tell my family I love them" he said, and tried to pull his hand away, but you gripped it with all the strength you had.

"Tell them yourself," Natasha said, pulling away from you as well.

You sighed, your eyes burning with unshed tears. You didn't want to die anymore. You wanted to live.

But you couldn't let them sacrifice themselves.

You ripped the bracelet Tony made from your wrist. It clattered on the ground. Natasha and Clint's eyes widened, almost as if they hadn't even thought of the possibility of you being the one to jump.

You felt an unbearable heat rising up from inside out, your lungs burned, your chest, your torso, your whole body. 

"Y/N what the hell are you doing?!?" Natasha yelled out, trying to get to the bracelet on the floor, but the burning winds that seemed to suddenly emanate from you wouldn't let her get closer.

"Take care of each other. And of Wanda and Carol. That 's all I ask." You said, your voice no longer solely yours.

You saw a rising shadow on the ground, signaling the presence of wings on your back. Blood red wings engulfed in flames. The Phoenix's wings.

Clint was rooted to the ground, your power vicious enough to paralyze those of weaker minds.

Natasha, though? She was fighting to get to you, the winds clearly burning her skin, yet she didn't give up. You turned away from her, not wanting to see her struggle.

It was a short walk to the edge of the cliff, you didn't want to look back. If you said goodbye it'd make it feel more real. So you just jumped.

And then you felt her hand on your wrist, the searing heat making her skin burn, and yet, she didn't let go.

"No, please. Not you." She cried, and even with tear stained cheeks she was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen "I can't lose you like this. The world can't lose you. You're the only one of us that really deserves to live life to its full potential."

And then, as if her touch made your power purr in her presence, Clint broke free, running to where you were dangling and taking your other wrist in his hands.

This was hurting them, both physically and mentally, you saw the skin on their hands blistering, you saw the redness in their arms, the tears in their eyes not just from the pain.

"Let me go," you said with a sad smile. They had their families, they had their jobs, their missions; their homes. 

You had nothing, all you did was take up too much space or time. They deserved to live, even if you left them in ruins.

"It's not gonna work!" Natasha shouted in desperation, her expression one of pure anguish "I don't love you! It's not gonna work!"

You smiled sadly at her. She really didn't love you, did she? She just tolerated you.

"It 's ok, Natty. It'll work. You may not love me, but Clint does " you said, smiling at her through your own tears. 

"Y/N, please, don't do this," Clint begged too, sobbing as he held onto you with all his strength.

"It's ok," you repeated, and if it was to calm them or yourself , you didn't know, "it's gonna be ok".

You used whatever little control you had over your powers to push them away. As your body tumbled to the ground the last thing you remembered was the way Natasha used to laugh at your jokes, enjoy your food, take you out on dates. The last thing you remembered was how she used to love your presence, and not just tolerate it.

Maybe one day someone would be enough to have their love celebrated by her.

~

When Natasha and Clint woke up not much later in a galaxy colored lake, she clutched the stone that had appeared in her hands, wishing with all her might that it turned out different, that the last words she said to you weren't "I don't love you."

She loved you. Always did. Always would.

~

Wanda sat in front of your gravestone, her hair disheveled, her eyes red shot, her cheeks tear stained. She hugged her knees as she sobbed, longing for the presence of who could no longer be by her side. She had lost her parents, then Pietro, Vision, and now you.

She sobbed more and more, the pitiful sound getting louder.

She felt a hand on her shoulder then, and she looked up to see red shot brown eyes.

Carol sat beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it a little. 

She understood what Wanda was going through, she was grieving you as well, and even though Wanda and Vision were planning on starting a life together, the witch suspected the Captain wouldn't have said no if you'd asked the same thing from her. So she, too, lost her love, even if she never got the courage to confess it.

It was a hot day, the sunlight shone perpendicular through the clearing where your grave has been put, creating a magical scenery all around the place.

And yes, the day was hot, but was it supposed to be this hot? 

Wanda shook her head, her brows starting to sweat.

And then the sunlight vanished, as if something gigantic was blocking its path. She and Carol looked up, but all they could see were the trees blocking the sky from view.

The animalistic cry they heard didn't come from the trees, though.

Neither did the blood red feather falling through the leaves, its tip engulfed in fire.

Wanda and Carol looked at each other, and for the first time in weeks, they smiled.

Natasha Romanoff Taglist: @strangegardentaco, @madamevirgo, @Lovelyy-moonlight, @agent99galanzo, @red1culous

[noah-shin]

How would Rui feel when you instinctly try to protect him from a danger after being distanced from him so long. Does he think he won you over and how he acts afterwords? +

I will be glad if you talk about how all these months went between Rui and reader and how many months it took yn to accept and realize everything

Sure, I would love to. I actually focused more on what happened during that 1 year between yn and Rui. Not much on the protective side of yn as I feel she will not survive a fatal attack after saving Rui. I hope you will enjoy it. Requests are allowed

Here's the one shot

Wc: 799

It's been 1 year since you have been captivated by Rui. A lot of things have changed. In these months you have understood there's no way to ignore Rui when he's the only person you have close to you. You remained submissive remembering the last time you snapped at him and got your legs twisted in the wrong way. Moreover everything you need can be fulfilled by him and you need to just give him your love. He brings books and trinkets and other things from the village to decrease your boredom when he's not with you. He loves seeing you cook even though he doesn't eat any of that and likes you reading stories to him while he stares at your face. He is a simple demon who only finds joy in staring at you. You could just breathe and he will praise you for being the best sister. Rui will sometimes remind you of your dead family just to get a high out of you and hold you in his arm overprotectively when you're succumbed in your misery.

He stays the whole day cuddling with you and holding you since he can't go outside anyway. You used to shiver but still let him hold you in fear of getting hurt.

But nowadays it has become an everyday mutual thing. It's even more unsettling when he actually doesn't hold you when you should actually be happy with that. Your eyes lingers to see his figure when you wake up at night and find him eating a person in another room.

You often find yourself leaning your head against his shoulder resting while seeing the moon. You don't talk much considering saying anything about any other person will make him mad, besides you don't need to think about others anyway. You make flower crowns and matching clothes for him. You don't have much to do anyway. You both wear matching kimonos because it makes him feel more connected. There are days where you actually find yourself loving his warm hold around you and think whatever happened was for the good.

You were laying on Rui's chest on the rooftop of his house busking in the moonlight. Rui patted your head occasionally and said " with you oneesan I can remember my past life little by little. It's subtle but still there" you looked at him curiously " So what did you remember?"

" I looked very ill in my memories. It was like happiness was sucked out of my life. Everything looked colorless until you arrived.You bathed my whole world with colors" You exclaimed hearing his words" Really? You must have your present with your past "" It can happen. Besides you're the only one I think about these days anyway"

You hummed almost falling asleep when Rui sat up abruptly and you flinched " hey! What happened? "

He replied " Someone is here" before you can ask who it is, you can feel a dread overcoming your body and you hugged Rui tightly. Before you or Rui could even process anything, blood started dripping down your arm. You looked at your bloodied hand and let out a blood curdling scream in pain. Rui hugged your bloodied body in his arms as he saw a demon slayer standing meters away now cowering in fear seeing the look in Rui's eyes. In one motion Rui killed that slayer with his threads and looked at you " Nooo, oneesan stay with me. I can't live without you. " He cried out in anguish. As lights were fading from your eyes you caressed his face. Finding no way Rui accepted his fate

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You were looking at the dead person under you from the tree branch. As you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned back." Owh Rui, our feast is ready. Shall we start? " You said as your feet dangled in the air. Your feet were so different, the way they were twisted when you were alive never changed. Your heels were at the front and fingers on the back. There was a big scar visible on your hand which spread through your body looking like an artwork. Your hair was completely different from that of Rui being red.

Rui nodded at your word holding you in his arms as he landed on the ground. You both dug your teeth on the flesh of those dead people. Rui hold your hand and said " Making you a demon was a good choice I guess"

[xxnaiaxx]

Halloween and Confessions

Summary: You convince your best friend to dress up with you for Halloween

Words: 907

Warnings: Angst just a bit, happy ending :)

October is one of your favorite months. The color of the leaves changing, pumpkin patches, baking nights with your best friend, and most importantly the annual Halloween Party thrown by none other than Tony Stark. You love getting dressed up and you never miss a Halloween party, this year you wanted to do matching costumes but it took some convincing to your best friend. Wanda is more laid back and hates big crowds, typically she would skip out on a party like this and would rather cuddle up and watch sitcoms. 

“I promise it will be fun and if you dress up with me I’ll watch all the sitcoms you want for as long as I live.” You try to persuade, you were pitching going as angel and devil since red has always been her color, plus you only have a day until the party and it is the easiest costume to come up with in such short notice. 

“Not happening Y/n,” she quickly shuts you down and makes her way to her room. You follow closely behind listing all the reasons why it would be fun but to each reason she finds a counterargument.

“Pleaseeeeee,” you tackle her onto her bed ending on top. You straddle her hips and pin her down, “I’m not letting go until you agree to go with me.” Butterflies arose in Wanda, she really wanted to stay in bed the night of Halloween but you were making it very difficult. You’d been asking for days and she knows how much you love the season. You had one more trick up your sleeve that she could never refuse. 

“No! Y/n do not give me your puppy eyes,” she pleads but your pout only gets bigger. “Fine!” You release your hold on her and peck her cheek, blood rushes to her cheeks but luckily you’re too caught up in your excitement to notice. 

~ October 31st ~

“Ladies!” Pietro comes behind you and Wanda as you both arrive, he puts his arms round both your shoulders and brings you both further into the party. He takes your hand and twirls you, “Looking good tonight Y/n,” he smirks. You smack his shoulder and break away to grab your drinks. Wanda glares at her brother and elbows his ribs, Pietro only chuckles. 

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” says Wanda as she rolls her eyes at her brother’s arrogant smirk. 

“Hey, its not my fault you’re too much of a coward to make a move on Y/n,” he chuckles. It wasn’t like Wanda hadn’t tried, just everytime she openly flirted you didn’t seem to get the hint that she was hitting on you. 

As you're waiting for your drinks you’re approached by a blonde you don’t immediately notice since your back is towards her. 

“Nice look Y/l/n!,” the blonde says. You turn and give her a side hug, “Thanks Danvers! And what are you?” She takes a step back to show her costume, a firefighter. The two of you talk for what Wanda feels like is forever. She comes looking for you and notices the blonde’s hand attached to your hip while you giggle at whatever she says in your ear. Heat rushes up Wanda’s body as she watches the scene before her. She approaches you quickly with flames in her eyes, she wraps her arm around your waist. 

“There you are!” she says with bitterness in her voice. You hand her her drink with a smile on your face. 

“There’s my other half!,” you bump shoulders with her. You notice her unusual tight grip around your waist and her flushed cheeks even under the blue party lights. You lean into her ear, “Hey, are you okay?” 

She nods her head, not breaking eye contact with Carol. She had put distance between the two of you once Wanda had approached you. You excuse yourself and grab Wanda by the hand, leading her through the crowd to the balcony. 

“Did something happen?” you ask her, a look of worry in your eyes. She takes a moment to look at you and scoffs. She shakes her head turning around towards the railing taking in the view of the city.  You go to stand next to her, “Wands, talk to me. Did someone say something to upset you?” 

“God you’re never going to get it are you?” You look at her confused which only seems to frustrate her more. “Wands, I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“I know you don’t. You don’t notice how I look at anyone else the way I look at you. I’m in love with you and I have been since the first day I laid my eyes on you. It's you Y/n and it always will be.” She finally turns to you and you notice the tears in her eyes and she notices the tears in yours. You’ve had feelings with Wanda since you were aware of her existence. 

“W-wan-,” she cuts you off. “You don’t have to say anything Y/n, it’s okay. I think I should call it a night.” She goes to walk away but you take her wrist pulling her into you. Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her into a kiss. It starts soft but quickly passion takes over, both your lips swollen when you break apart. Your foreheads rest together, “I love you too Wanda.”

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 9 - Cat's Out

The secret is out and the tension reaches a boiling point.

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The beautiful symphony of music plays, unlike anything I've heard before. It’s soft but powerful, the notes harmonizing and blending together in the most exquisite way, filling me with a sense of peace. 

I find myself dressed in a beautiful flowing white gown, adorned with tiny diamonds that sparkle under the bright light shining from the crystal chandelier that hangs above us in the empty ballroom. 

The elegant ballroom is filled with exquisite architecture that’s reminiscent of a fairytale. The marbled walls are lined with twisting golden engravings creating elegant designs. The white and gray columns tower over us, unique shapes and symbols carved into the stone. But perhaps the most stunning part of it all is the dynamic renaissance painting across the ceiling. Pastel depictions of angels and the peaceful grace of Heaven clashing against the dark armies of demons and black hounds of Hell. Among all the chaos is the battle of Micheal and Lucifer, the story I study like gospel.

Lucifer wears a matching three piece suit in a pristine white color that brings out the deep red of his eyes. His hair neatly brushed back and the usual blood that splatters his body is scrubbed completely clean.

I must admit, for a man that’s never seemed to care about his appearance before, he sure cleans up nice.

With my hand intertwined in his, we sway together, the click of shoes against the old polished wood echoing around. His extravagant wings flow to the melody and hold me close as we spin in coordinated circles. Our bodies press together, that wonderful electric feeling humming between us, pulling us ever closer. I press my face against his chest, breathing in his enticing smell. 

He rests his head on the top of mine and hums along to the music, occasionally singing a quiet word of Enochian. His hand rests on the small of my back and moves up to caress the feathers of my petite wings.

I suck in a breath of air as he reaches the cusp of my injured wing, wisps of pain surging through me.

With a touch of his fingers, a white light shines through and the wound is instantly healed, the pain fading rapidly and leaving a cool sensation behind.

“What happened my beloved?” He asks, placing a tender kiss on the top of my hair.

Lucifer always seems to know more about me then he lets on, but I play along with his little game regardless.

 “Did Dean do something to you?” He tilts my head to meet his gaze. “I swear to dad, I will make him wish he was never born!” His eyes burn with passion.

“No!” I blurt out. I rest my hand on his chest, trying to calm his sudden temper.

“Are you sure? Because I was really looking forward to finally smiting that petulant bug.” His lips twist into a mischievous smile at the thought.

“Dean didn’t do anything,” My eyes fall to the chestnut wooden floor, avoiding his eye contact. “I did this to myself,” my voice tapers off to a hushed whisper.

“Why?” He asks, his voice dripping with hurt, despite knowing the answer already.

“Because I don’t want to be an angel, Lucifer! I want to be me!” Hot tears brim my eyes, threatening to spill at any second.

“Oh, Darling.” He cups my face in his hands, wrapping his large white wings around us, shielding me from the light that has suddenly become all too bright. “This is your true form. This is who you were always meant to be.” He tenderly kisses my forehead.

I shake my head, utterly conflicted by the rush of emotions. I meet his gaze with wide eyes. The tears break free, racing down my cheeks.

“You are my fathers finest creation.” He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “I didn’t think it possible that you could be any more beautiful, yet here you are my love,” he coos, running his eyes over every inch of me, admiring me as if I were the forbidden apple in the garden of eden. He pulls me into his warm embrace, the magnetic feeling courses through me, I feel as if I'm floating on a cloud.

“Oh, Luce,” I sigh into his chest.

“We’ll be reunited very soon and you’ll see why it must be this way,” he promises, running his fingers through my delicate feathers.

I close my eyes at the feeling and find myself fading from the realm of dreams.

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The soft murmurs of voices down the hall pulls me out of my peaceful dream that my mind scrambles to hold on to, desperate to return. 

After a minute of resistance, I stretch my arms far above my head and yawn, feeling refreshed after a good night of sleep. Yesterday's events must have really taken a lot out of me. Looking to my left, I notice the messy nest of sheets and pillows where Dean Winchester once slept, holding me in his arms. The memory leaves a soft smile on my face.

I throw the silk sheets off of me and stand from the bed, leaving my comfortable paradise. I grab a flannel off the floor and attempt to put it on, but it gets stuck above my wings, leaving me still completely exposed. I huff and tear at the threads in the back, carelessly ripping open two uneven holes. I constrict my wings into uncomfortable angles and force them through the mangled shirt. This angel business is bound to affect my life in many unforeseen ways.

I step out of my room and tiptoe down the hallway that leads to the library. As I grow nearer, the three familiar voices become more clear. I stop and press my body against the cold tile wall, hiding just out of sight and listen intently to their conversation.

“I’m telling you man, something is seriously wrong,” Dean warns in a hushed volume.

 I can hear him nervously pacing back and forth, his hurried footsteps giving him away.

“You should’ve seen what she was doing to herself! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“So, what? You think it’s some sort of depression or dysmorphia?” Sam asks in confusion.

“Could be. It’s quite a drastic change,” Dean pauses for a second, “I mean you remember what it felt like losing your angel mojo and becoming human, right?” 

“Yes, it was certainly distressing,” Castiel replies in his usual monotone voice.

“I’m… fine,” I say weakly, interrupting their conversation and stepping into the light. I clutch my hands together, nervously picking at the cuticles of my nails. I try to fold my wings behind my back in a pitiful attempt to hide them, but at this point they’re too large to disguise. I can’t help but feel self conscious as their undivided attention is directed towards me.

“Y/N,” Deans gasps, eyes wide and mouth agape, resembling a deer caught in headlights.

“Um, good morning,” Sam says, his face painted in surprise. His eyes scan over my form, unable to look away from my wilted wings, particularly the mutilated one wrapped in bandages.

“Look, I had to tell them,” Dean admits in shame, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m just worried about you, is all,” his voice drops to a softer, concerned tone. 

“It’s okay Dean,” I assure him, swallowing the betrayal I felt deep down. “But really, I'm fine,” I emphasize the last two words, being sure to get my point across. My eyes flick over to the other men, they look back at me with doubt.

“You should let Sammy take a look at the wound, he’s always been better at this kinda thing than me.” Dean walks to my side, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder and guiding me to sit at the table.

I sink into the chair but sulk away from his touch. As much as I've grown to care for Dean, I can’t help but feel a twinge of resentment. It saddens me that someone I thought I could trust would rat me out so quickly. But I suppose all I was doing is delaying the inevitable, they would have found out one way or another.

Dean pulls his hand back, receiving the message loud and clear.

“Right,” Sam says and stands from his seat. His eyes still locked on my wings, undoubtedly having a difficult time peeling his eyes away. Without another word, he dashes out of the library.

The room goes uncomfortably silent, the awkward tension hanging in the air. 

Dean leans back against the table, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, clearly feeling a sense of guilt. 

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, my arms crossed and mind racing.

Castiel on the other hand, stands attentively on the other side of the table, his stare in my direction unrelenting.

Sam quickly returns with a bottle of whiskey and a small white towel. He pulls a chair out, the obnoxious scrape of wood breaking the silence. He sits across from me and clears his throat.

I frill out my injured wing, stretching it so that Sam may remove the bandage and inspect the wound.

He furrows his brows and carefully unwraps the damaged area. His eyes narrow and the bloody bandage falls to the ground. “It’s… healed?” His face scrunches up in confusion. His soft brown eyes shifting from my wings, back to Dean and Castiel. 

“No, it was right there, I stitched it up myself!” Dean huffs, stepping forward. He hovers over me to get a closer look at the wing, running a finger over the area that was previously mutilated. His expression is a mix of surprise and confusion.

I close my eyes at his touch, doing my best to suppress the blissful feeling that burns in my body. “Hm,” I respond, looking at the perfectly restored wing. I shift it back and forth, the pain completely gone.

Dean throws his hands up, bewildered at my response.

“Hm? That’s all you have to say?” He shouts at me and runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

I shoot a spiteful glare at him, annoyed by his temper.

“It’s possible that her newly found angel grace may have healed the injury overnight,” Castiel chimes in. He steps closer and leans over the table intently, placing his calloused hands on the worn wood.

“It’s not my grace,” I say quietly, my gaze falling to the floor. 

“What the Hell is that supposed to mean?” Dean barks, clearly fed up with the lack of answers.

“Lucifer… he healed me last night in my dream,” I admit, mentally preparing myself for the backlash I have deliberately been avoiding.

“He’s still communicating with you through your dreams?” Sam questions, his tone soft, much more understanding than his brothers. There’s no question that he’s the more compassionate of the two.

“Great! Well that’s just fantastic!” He roars, his voice a mix of sarcasm and anger. He bounds out of the chair and hastily throws a book that was sitting upon the table, in anger. It hits the wall with a crack and falls to the floor, ripped pages fluttering to the ground, landing in a messy pile. “Were you planning on telling us this anytime soon?” His face flushes red in rage and clenches his fists into tight balls.

I shrug, not paying mind to his childish outburst. 

“So, what? You’re buddy buddy with the devil now?!” He yells, taking several steps towards me with no regard for my personal space.

“I NEVER SAID THAT!” I bolt up from my chair. It tips backwards and hits the floor with a loud bang. I look up at him, his face just inches from mine. Our eyes lock in an intense staring contest, waiting for the other to break.

“Alright!” Sam intervenes, stepping between us. “Take a walk!” He snaps at Dean, giving him a light push to the chest.

Dean furrows his brows at Sam and gives me one final resentful glare before turning on his heels and storming out of the room, grumbling angrily to himself on the way out.

I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in. I close my eyes, getting my emotions under control, something Dean seems incapable of.

Sam takes a seat and runs his hand down his face, stopping to pinch the bridge of his nose, the stress evidently getting to him.

Castiel straightens up and stands still like a statue, looking unphased as usual. The scruffy angel resigns to silence.

“Look,” Sam says, gesturing for me to take the seat next to him. “We’re just a little frustrated you’ve been hiding this stuff from us,” his voice is calm and collected. 

It takes the edge off of my anger and I relax into the back of the chair, the wood digging into my back. “I’m sorry Sam,” I sigh. “I’m just ashamed that he has this hold on me that I just can’t seem to shake. I didn’t want to concern you.”

He nods his head in understanding. “He’s the devil, a master manipulator, and he’s a natural at getting inside people's heads. Trust me, I know,” he chuckles like it’s some sort of inside joke. Sam silently shakes his head, looking as if he’s recalling some distant memories.

“But these things,” I resentfully gesture to my wings. “I’m a full blown freak!”

“You’re not a freak,” Sam states in a stern voice. “I know why you feel that way, but it’s far from the truth Y/N.” He places his large hand on mine that rests upon the table in a friendly gesture.

“Look at me Sam! These things are an abomination,” I retort, hanging my head in shame.

“Your wings are nothing to be ashamed of,” Castiel interjects, breaking his stoic silence.

I lift my head and look in his direction, suddenly reminded of his presence. He had been so quiet and still that I completely forgot he was here at all.

“They’re a sign of beauty and grace,” he assures, his pensive blue eyes meeting mine. “You are beautiful,” he says in full seriousness, his face softening just a little.

I’m seriously taken aback by his words. A compliment is the last thing I'd expect from Castiel, even Sam looks shocked. “Thank you Castiel.” I’m unable to conceal the blush that creeps upon my face.

“Hey Cas,” Sam asks, changing the direction of the conversation. “How come we’re able to see her wings but not yours?” 

“I’m not entirely sure, but it likely has something to do with the fact that Y/N is partially human. Perhaps she is unable to conceal them the same way a natural angel can.”

“Wow, my luck just keeps getting better,” I reply sarcastically.

Castiel tilts his head in confusion. It seems that to some angels, sarcasm is a foreign concept.

“That’s probably why they look like this,” I say bitterly. “Short and stubby. Even my feathers are a rugged mess.”

Castiel frowns at this and Sam gives my hand a light squeeze.

“I mean compared to Lucifer's big majestic wings, these puny things are nothing,” I sigh.

Castiel’s head shoots up, his brows furrowed and face an unreadable expression. “You can see Lucifer’s wings?” He asks, seemingly caught off guard by this.

“Um… yeah?”

He straightens his posture, suddenly looking stiff and worried. His brows furrow and eyes flit back and forth, lost in thought.

“Cas?” Sam questions suspiciously.

“I believe I have a lead.” The sound of ruffling feathers echoes off the walls as he promptly disappears. 

His reaction leaves me with more questions than answers, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

Sam and I look at eachother, exchanging worried glances.

Whether he admits it or not, Castiel is hiding something.

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hey bestie love ur writing so much ! <3

I was wondering if you could do some demon!shane being protective over ryan and reader? perhaps with some hurt/comfort thrown in there? I'd love to read it! thanks for writing amazing content, cant wait to read more! <3

I got so happy seeing this request!!! I love the prospect of Shane as a big goofball that also happens to be demonic <3

Edit: this got longer than I was expecting dbsnf

It was ready to kill again.

The spirit had grown restless, almost chaotically so, upon sensing soft foot falls entering its domain. Their bubbly auras pierced through the fog of the afterlife. Opening way to the living world that the evil entity hadn't had access to in a while. For the longest time, the only memory it had of anything beyond white mist was murdering two people while being begged to stop. A mother and father perhaps? It's mother and father?

But oh if that familiar feeling, the rush to commit such unspeakable acts. If it wasn't the most alive feeling it had ever had since—well—dying. People didn't come around often. And if they did, it was only to rest just on the outskirts of the abandoned farmhouse infamous for its double murder. So close but always out of reach. And now? To be rewarded with a hoard of brightly shining people ready for what looked like a long stay?

The spirit could hardly keep itself from phasing right through the floor.

The brightest colors of the group were three people; the radiant of them being a powerful white and purple. They had both been the ones to enter the premises first, followed by people with strange looking metal boxes the violent ghost felt an urge to avoid.

Joy and fear flowed through their pale figure upon getting anywhere near the purple one, the man it emitted from conveying these exact emotions with a nervous tirade of laughter. The ghost cared not for the physical appearance of him, only ever acknowledging them to grow envious at its own lack of one.

Fast paced words flowed from the white one that walked next to the purple man. Words it couldn't understand and certainly didn't care to.

Their color felt more relaxed; excited to be there almost. Expecting. A certain buzzy feeling had jittered the dead spirit with the other one, but those vibrations had dissapeared upon floating closer to the other. It would have frowned if it remembered how to.

Reaching a white wispy claw out, it went to puncture the aura. To make their soul bleed and leak from a place outside the living world. Just as it had once allowed its own family to.

A finger tip had barely touched the bright white light before it felt its very existence start to burn abd writhe with a passion only next to the very fires of hell itself. Like every cell in their form had contorted into the most painful position ever imaginable.

No matter how much it wanted to open its maw and let out a howl worthy of bringing even the bravest men to tears, it couldn't. All it could do was barely make out the boom of a voice resonating in its thoughts. Accompanied by the redest of red lights burning its retinas away into dust.

"Be gone."

And it listened.

"Jesus! Did you feel that (Y/n)? I just got really hot all of a sudden." A voice shrieked, the sound of something dropping before being swooped back up again.

"Nah you still look pretty ugly to me." Someone responded to them with a snicker.

"Shut the fuck up. And you know what I meant!" Ryan hissed.

His eyes were blown wide, looking around frantically while whispering at the cameraman if they got that. (Y/n) was just staring at him with an amused smile, laughing.

Both of them were sporting matching jackets with patches of a logo with a ghost on the side. A bright orange beanie covered some raven curls on Ryan's head, a seperate one tucked in between the side and arm of (Y/n).

"Don't laugh! You can't tell me you didn't feel that!"

(Y/n) simply patted their companion on the shoulder, reassuring him with a teasing smile that they knew better to try and hide. All it got them in return was a punch in the shoulder and more frantic ramblings about spirits.

"Yeah yeah—Hey Shane! Get over here and help me calm down the scaredy cat!"

Ryan trailed off into a soft moment of playground level insults with his fellow ghost hunter. The both of them were so wrapped up in each other and their pitiful jabs at each other they didn't even notice the quiet figure that had since walked over to them.

"Help me out here buddy! Tell (Y/n) that—" But Ryan paused the moment he set eyes on Shane's face. "Woah. Hey what's wrong."

(Y/n) turned to look past their shoulder at Shane, immediately understanding what Ryan meant.

Shane's lips were downturned in such a powerful scowl it made his brows scrunch up. The pair of sun glasses he had been wearing at night for some bit were now no where to be seen, the ferocity of his gaze set on a wall behind (Y/n) and Ryan's heads. He looked like that weird saying. Who pissed in your cheerios or whatever it was. Sayings aside, something clearly was not okay with the tall man.

"Nothing." He mummbled, clearly lying. "Just don't like this place. Bad vibes."

"Right. Says you, the non beliver." Ryan laughed, but there was some concern behind it. He had never seen Shane get like this before. It was new to say the least. He wasn't even this grumpy after using the spirit box.

Shane sighed. "Look. I just—I just don't think we should stay here longer than normal. I'm not feeling like it tonight." He rubbed a hand down his face. (Y/n) noted that he didn't seem tired. Quite the opposite. Just, pissed.

"I get that." They nodded quickly. "If you'd like we could go back and film the rest of this tomorrow or something and fix it in editing. We've done it before a couple times. And hey, at least now we don't have to let anyone know we're gonna be a day late filming. We own the company after all."

Shane hesitantly nodded, agreeing with the compromise. Ryan took that as a sign to start helping the camera crew lug equipment out of there. (Y/n) wasn't too far behind with a smack on the back and enough positive energy to go around.

But Shane lingered, hands clenching and un-clentching in what might've seemed an anxious move to the untrained eye. It wasn't until he couldn't hear the shuffling of his friends feet anymore that he broke the facade.

"Stay the hell away from them." He frowned deeply, dark leathery wings elongating to their full span. It appeared that he spoke to nothing but air, but the demon knew better. "Or I'll personally make sure you bastards end up in the worst circle of hell."

"Hey! Grumpy pants! You coming?" (Y/n)'s voice resonated through the hallways of the structure, reminding Shane he had somewhere else to be. His horns and red eyes quickly dismissed in favor of his typical appearance. One he quite enjoyed.

"Yeah! I'll be right there!"

With one last flip of his middle finger and a gloating smile, Shane turned to jog off in the direction of his friends, happy they wouldn't be messed with for a while.

[olivebranch311]

In response to @oddberryshortcake's heart-aching post as well as @serenescribe's little ficlet about said post and me bringing more agony and pain- I decided to ride the train and make another side dish for you all but in our poor little knights POV.

Waking up was something Silver did so, reluctantly, if only to see where the insistent tugging and chittering was coming from. Silver laid on his back, eyes protesting from the gentle light of the sky, the clouds and birds moving slowly, as though matching with their users' sudden want for not moving. Unlike how he, Yuu, Grim, and Sebek had fallen through the sky, Silver remained simply laying there, as though carried by the clouds that swirl around. The birds flew overhead, but the odd creature that tugged his clothes and chittered in his face was the only thing keeping him awake. If Silver didn't wake up from the bat, he wouldn't have woken up at all. "What're you still doing here?" he croaked, throat hoarse and scratched from his screaming. Screaming in the rain at life, at Father to just leave, at his small, crying, infant self to just shut up, he doesn't deserve to feel love after what has transpired. "Please... I just want to go to sleep. It's better for us both like that," he said to the little bat, who seemed panicked and alert by his words, moving from his clothes to tug at his hair, the chittering echoing in this space, words of his father. His father's words rang upon the wind. True love, as the good fairies who sent him to sleep called it, was calling him. His father, his one truest love, beseeching him. "Silver, I love you. Wake up." "I love you." "Wake up, please." "I love you, Silver, please-" Tears sting his eyes again, and he begs, he begs the bat to stop, "Please, please don't make me hear that. I don't want to hear him saying that to me; he should never have said that to me." The bat chitters, curling up against his hair and nestling in it, as though to soothe him at the sound of his pain. His pain... His pain was nothing compared to what Lilia had to feel after loosing his friends. Nothing compared to Malleus' own agony. "... If there is something your love can go to," Silver said, his throat closing, choking from the tears that threatened to break him all over again. Peach-colored clouds rolled. The birds soared. Silver was tired. "If there is someone your love can go to... Please let that person be lord Malleus. He is more lonely than I am. More broken than I am. More Innocent and worthy of your care and time," Silver reached up and cradled the bat, disturbing it from its attempted nesting place. Its eyes gleamed like Lilia's, and it shined with the same sadness he was sure he could hear on the winds. "Please. Go and see him tonight. He can use your love and comfort more than I ever need," Silver pressed his forehead against the bats small body, hearing it squeak and attempt to groom him and tug him to wakefulness, "It's time for bed." 1,000 years can go by in a blink of an eye when one is dreaming, or so Lord Malleus had said. Silver wonders, then, what's the difference when instead of 1,000 years going by, he simply remains asleep? Does he simply fade out of existence? Or is his body simply left to the elements while sleep claims his body? "Silver, I truly do love you. Why won't you wake up?" This little bat was stubborn. And clearly, desperate. It continues to try and move him and Silver sighs, moving from his back to his side, feeling the softness of the clouds move from where he lay. "Goodnight, Lilia. May you Meet your friends In a Dream."

[elvenbeard]

2077, November

"Heeey... All good? What're you doing out here, so early?"

"Couldn't sleep... Wanted to watch the sun rise."

"Well, here I am!"

2077 was a hell of a year. It left its marks, mental and physical, trauma and scars alike, memories and lack thereof. A year ago Vince was working at Arasaka, desperate to stay in the corporate world despite it slowly destroying him from the inside out. A year later Arasaka is only a shadow of it former self - and in a way Vince felt like a shadow, too.

Six months had been Alt's prognosis, at most... then he'd die. For good this time. Vince knew the drill. But he also knew he would try everything in his power, utilize all means possible and necessary... Because yes, 2077 had been one hell of a year, of loss, despair, betrayal and pain... But also of hope, trust, friendship and love, and connections, however unlikely they may have seemed.

The road ahead is still long, and it will be far from easy. But he is at peace knowing he won't be walking it alone.

Vince through the years (9/9)

Aaand the series is complete! ;A; Ending it on a somewhat bittersweet note with a few of more pictures this time cause look at them looking at each other ;___;

Vince has always been a deeply lonely person trying to find his place and purpose - as you'll surely have gathered reading along this far. By 2077 he finally finds his people, real friends in the most unlikely places, that he cares about and that care about him. And after how badly his previous relationship with his Arasaka-coworker Shou ended, he wouldn't have expected to get another shot at love, too. I definitely feel like he found a soulmate in Kerry, very scared in the beginning that his feelings for him were only brought on because of Johnny, and should he get rid of Johnny he'd also lose the connection to Kerry. He didn't though, thankfully. Vice versa, Kerry found someone who really understands his loneliness and struggles and takes them seriously. They really match very well on many levels and bring out the best in the other (on most days at least :P), something I neither planned for nor expected, and probably why I'm so obsessed with them at the moment XD They really are each other's sun, driving away shadows and doubts, a light in the darkness.

But yeah, Vince has a lot to lose really, and together with Kerry and everyone else they try and find a way to solve the Relic-problem so now that he found his place and people he can stay with them, live the balance of quiet and exciting life he deserves and always wished for.

The scars I gave him here (and damn, it hurt me to make them 😭) are not 100% canon yet... I'm gonna explore and explain what they are and how he got them in my post-ending fic soon-ish.

But yeah... V gets his happily ever after with his loved ones, in one way or another, and CDPR can take my headcanons from my cold dead hands xDD No but really, I get it. In a world like Cyberpunk there's no such thing as a sunshine-and-rainbows happy ending with world peace and all... and even mine is gonna come at a certain cost. But if anyone, V deserves some peace and love after that shitshow :D

That being said:

Before and after! The scars are drawn on, and I used the relief layer effect in Photohsop to give them some dimension. Was really a matter of playing around with colors and layer modes to make them somewhat convincing looking, but I'm really liking the result a lot!

Once again it gets me how different Vince looks without his iconic hair and makeup 😭 Believe me, he had a really really hard time when he was told "we gotta shave your head for this procedure" cause throughout his life his hair has been a really important part of his self-expression. From dyeing it blond as a teen to rebel against his parents, to going completely wild afterwards, conforming to Arasaka, then slowly finding himself again... With everything gone he felt like yet another part of him was gone and yeah... wasn't a good time, that time in late 2077.

If you've read along all the way: thanks so much!! I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed creating it and sharing a bit more about Vince's background and how he became who he is. When I'm done writing my post-ending fic I might go back to writing and sharing his background story fic, detailing everything from this series a bit more, and you'll get to know some of the people I only mentioned in passing (his mother, his first real boyfriend, his coworkers, etc.) a bit better, too.

So... Thanks for sticking around!! :D

[strawberryskyscape]

Matchup trade for @sugutoad

Gojo Satoru /the strongest

I thought Gojo's goofball personality would be a great match! I felt like someone you could just have fun with would fit really well. I also considered Yuji since he's kind of similar, but ultimately, Gojo won

You two would compliment each other and almost be like partners in crime. I also feel like your eyes are compliments to one another. His clear blue ones and your stunning hazel ones full of color would just pair in a beautiful way.

In fact he adores your eyes and the way they glisten in the light. He loves when he can see flecks of amber and gold.

At first you two had playful banter full of sarcastic jokes and quick humor. But eventually it became a bit more flirtatious. Specifically more from Gojo.

You would get up to many shenanigans together. Especially at night. You would sneak onto the roof together with a pile of snacks and drinks, trying not to get caught by the teachers. You would play little games together and talk about whatever came to mind while gazing at the stars. You once told him about the brightest star, Sirius, but he would just argue that he's the brightest star lol.

When you are not in a playful mood, you actually bring some calm and steadiness to Gojo's life. He'd be quite clingy but content to just laze around with you. You would be reading a book and he'd wrap his arms around you, just happy to be with you. Although after a while he would totally snatch the book and run away because he was craving more attention.

Gojo is a very observant guy. He's constantly taking notice of what's around him. Since he cares about you, he takes a special notice of anything and everything. He'd take you to the new restaurant you mentioned or buy that dress you were eyeing at the mall. This man has a lot of money so expect to be spoiled.

One day, you were telling him all about the different meanings of flowers and the language they convey. You didn't think he was fully listening, but he heard every word. He then surprised you with a bouquet of forget-me-nots representing his true love and devotion for you. (When he's locked in the cube, seeing these flowers fills an ache in your chest everytime you see them. They helped you remember him, but it was so painful to be separated) You loved how they matched his eyes.

Aquarium dates!! This man would be running around like a little kid. Expect lots of photos together and random candids he would take of you. He'd pull faces at the fish and make you laugh. He'd also buy you the BIGGEST shark/dolphin plush from the gift shop.

He loves how blunt you are and never really minded it. He wears his heart on his sleeve for the most part and would prefer someone who is genuine.

You first met as first year students at Jujutsu High. You became quite close with your classmates, and the four of you seemed inseparable. Shoko and Geto were a lot like you, so your friendship came very naturally. Gojo was a bit unexpected, but his genuine nature won you over. (Even if he's a bit annoying at times)

On missions, he would make lots of challenges. Whoever could beat the curse first or destroy the most curses would win. Loser has to buy dinner or do something embarrassing. He would win a lot of the time, but you never backed down. These games added some fun and lightheartedness that you sometimes needed. Exorcising curses could be really mentally draining, so count on Gojo to really know how to boost your mood.

He has a massive sweet tooth, so he loves it when you bake for him. Sometimes, he tries to help in the kitchen, but it always ends up a mess with him around. Expect flour and chocolate everywhere. He would playfully get frosting on your nose and run away. After that, it just turned into an all-out battle of frosting. The cake almost burnt because of this.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

Thank you for responding to my request! This ended up really long, oops! But I hope you enjoyed it! <3

sugutoad's matchup for me:

[panda-writes-kpop]

Handong ~ Caterpillar

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Sorry about this being late, I had schoolwork and other things to work on! Happy belated Handong day, and I hope you all are well!

TW: The wacky and unusual you expect from this series, small mention of weed, the plot ✨️thickens✨️

Summary: After making friends with Gahyeon, Yoohyeon leads you to Handong. Although Handong's intentions aren't crystal-clear, she's honest with you, and that's all you can ask for.

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The smile fades, and Gahyeon is gone.

You still feel her eyes on you, and comfort spreads through your system.

I have a friend with me. Gahyeon is here for me.

Comfort comes from her eyes, but Yoohyeon - there is nothing from Yoohyeon.

Strange, right?

“Strange, right?”

“Huh?”

You turn your head to Yoohyeon, who continues to walk alongside the bright colors.

“The colors, the forest - isn’t it all so wonderful?”

She laughs at her own joke, and you shrug your shoulders.

“It’s something.”

Yoohyeon takes your hand in hers, and you try to feel comfort, for just a moment.

What is wrong with this place, besides the obvious?

~

The swings go back and forth, and the creaking causes you to hold the swing handles tighter.

“What’s up? Are you a scaredy-cat?” Gahyeon teases as you continue to swing back and forth.

“No, that’s all you.”

“Really?” Gahyeon raises an eyebrow at you.

“There’s a big dog coming towards you!”

“AH!”

Gahyeon jumps off of the swing, and you laugh as she scoffs at you.

“I can’t believe you would say something like that!”

~

“Why is there… fog creeping in?”

You shiver as a cold spell runs over your back.

“That’s not fog.”

Yoohyeon giggles as you cough.

“Oh shit! That’s why it smells so strong. Where are we?”

Yoohyeon smiles at your curiosity.

“A place where one of the many residents of Wonderland lives. Come, she does not have much patience when it comes to things like this.”

You quicken your pace to match Yoohyeon as you enter another wooden area.

What is happening?

Blue settles into the fog, and you try to find your surroundings when another figure appears ahead of Yoohyeon.

“Ah, you came.” They said.

“You called,” Yoohyeon says before gesturing to you. “This is Alice.”

“Ah, Yoohyeon, you always hold up your end of a bargain.” They gesture to the fog, and once it clears, flashing lights appear before you. “It’s time for you to receive a proper welcome to Wonderland, Alice!”

~

Blue, shiny hair - the kind that you would never forget.

Her face was memorable, but in the best sort of way.

Her smile - lit up the whole room.

“Ah, it would be rude of me to not introduce myself - I am the Blue Caterpillar.” She bows, and you imitate her.

She laughs.

“This human is funny - where did you find them?”

“The same place they found-” Yoohyeon pauses before shaking her head. “The world of the waken.”

“I figured that they would bring another here sometime soon - it’s been five years, hasn’t it?”

“It has.” Yoohyeon nods before turning to this. “Do you know who this is?”

“The Blue Caterpillar, right?” You say before wincing at the pain that has appeared in your head.

Handong.

“I think you know her… other name.” Yoohyeon encourages as your eyes widen.

“You know?”

“A good guess.” She shrugs nonchalantly, but a nervous breath escapes her when you focus on Handong.

“Handong, right?”

“God, they’re good.” Handong stands, impressed, but her hand shifts to her side. “Mastery of powers within a few days… interesting.”

“A few days?” Your head snaps to Yoohyeon. “How long have we been here?”

“Time works differently in Wonderland… or not at all.”

“You speak in riddles, Yoohyeon… as do you, Handong?” You ask Handong.

“Too much effort on my part.” Handong says. “Come along now, there is much to see. Yoohyeon, you’re free to leave. Alice and I have some things to discuss.”

Yoohyeon shoots you a thumbs up before disappearing into the blue fog.

The lights still shine above as you walk with Handong.

“Are you here to give me guidance?”

“Of sorts.” Handong gives you a half-baked answer. “A warning would be a more proper label.”

~

Handong was the silent type, but you didn’t mind too much.

Judgemental wasn’t what you signed up for, but the looks she shot other people were worth so much more than you could ever bargain for.

You do your best to hold back a snort as Handong gives a stranger one of her world-famous looks.

“Do you not like the food?” You gently ask, and she huffs before shaking her head.

“Not a fan of the company.”

“I’ll do my best not to be offended by that.” You joke as Handong shakes her head.

“I didn’t mean you, my-”

“I know. I heard what that couple was telling their daughter. Awful, isn’t it?”

“I can think of more words than awful that would describe them.” Handong mutters under her breath, and you choke up a laugh.

“You have a heart of gold, Handong.”

“You really think so?” Her voice softens, along with her expression.

“I know so.”

~

“Warning?” You repeat before stopping.

“I am afraid so, dear Alice. You are not the first to cross these lands, nor will you be the last. There is much for you to know, but so little time for you to discover it.” Handong turns to face you. “I suppose we should start, right? I-”

“What is Yoohyeon’s deal?” You bluntly say before trying to take back your words. “I mean, I shouldn’t have said that, but she has acted so weird while the other people I’ve met are friendly and I-”

“You’ve met others?” Handong asks, and you nod.

“Gahyeon, the Cheshire cat?”

“Ah, one of the, pardon the joke, clawless residents of Wonderland. The Cheshire Cat is a good ally to have on your side.”

“What about you?” You tilt your head at Handong.

“Neutrality is more my style, but I take convincing to heart as well.”

“I-” You pause before patting yourself down. “I do not have much to offer.”

“A deal is in order, right?” Handong clears the fog around her in one clean motion, and a table appears with two chairs. “I am not interested in material belongings, oh no, your soul is what I wish for.”

You grasp your shirt tightly with your hand.

“My soul, I-”

Handong laughs before shaking her head.

“You truly are adorable! I do not want your soul. I want something else.” She sits down at one end of the table. “Shall we talk?”

“We shall.” You take a seat at the other end of the table. “What do you want, and what are you offering?”

~

“So… let me get this straight. You want a look into my memories, and, in return, you will be my ally for as long as I remain in Wonderland.”

“Right…” Handong offers her hand to you. “Do we have a deal?”

“I-” You pause to think for a moment.

Is this what I want?

But I need an ally, and one as powerful as Handong could be resourceful.

This is what I have to do in order to survive.

“You have a deal.”

You take Handong’s hand, and a blue light emits between the two of you.

You squint for a moment before the light disappears.

“Handong? Did you see everything that you were looking for?”

“I-” She blinks rapidly as a confused look sets on her face. “I need to send you back to Yoohyeon. You have more to explore, and more people to meet.”

“What about the warnings, and Yoohyeon-”

“You are smart enough to figure it out on your own, Alice.” She says before waving you away.

“What?” Your head moves to the left and right, and before you know it, you’re right next to Yoohyeon.

“Ready to continue on?”

There’s something unnerving and unkind about her smile.

“Yeah, I think I am.”

Stay calm, Alice, stay calm!

~

“What about the warnings, and Yoohyeon-”

“You are smart enough to figure it out on your own, Alice.” She says before waving you away.

Handong sighs as you disappear from her sight.

“Alice doesn’t remember, but the memories are still present. How is this possible? How did this happen?”

Handong holds her hands up, and bubbles of memories appear above her hands.

“Everyone? How did they… manage to find all of us? What did Yoohyeon do?”

[captain-gillian]

i love you beary much

1,847 words. rated g. summary: Carlos takes TK to Build-A-Bear to make a bear for Jonah to remember his mom by. for @tarlos-week-2022 day 7 free choice/no prompt.

Carlos enters the bedroom to find TK flopped against the bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling early in the afternoon with AirPods in, which is never a good sign. His heart sinks when he meets TK’s gaze, his green eyes conveying more pain and sorrow than any one person should have to face.

‘What’s on your mind?’ He asks gently, sitting down on the bed and stroking TK’s hair, it’s a small thing, but he knows TK finds it comforting.

‘How unfair it is that Jonah didn’t get to know Mom.’ TK admits, and Carlos feels his heart sink even lower. It’s such an unfair situation, and he can’t do a single thing to change it or make it easier.

‘He’ll know her through you, TK.’ Carlos tries to reassure TK, but he’s said the words so many times he even’s not sure he believes them anymore. Still, he says it because it's worth trying if it might bring any comfort to TK.

‘I have memories of Mom. I have photos and videos with her from every milestone in my life. I have voicemails to listen to whenever I need to hear her voice, but what does Jonah have? Will he even remember her voice?’ TK asks with tears welling in his eyes, and Carlos feels an idea coming together, he’s not sure TK will go for it, but it just might work.

‘Jonah has you. Nobody knew her like you did, and you’ll show him the photos, videos, and voicemails.’

‘But he doesn’t have me! I’m here, and he’s in New York.’ TK snaps at him and immediately looks guilty for doing so. ‘Sorry, Carlos. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just so–’ TK doesn’t finish his sentence, but Carlos understands and pulls TK into a hug.

‘Get up. We’re going out.’ He tells his fiancé.

‘Carlos, where are we going? I don't really feel like going out,’ TK asks as he sits on the edge of the bed and slips on a pair of sneakers.

‘Just trust me, Tyler.’ Carlos says, taking him by the hand and leading him from the bedroom.

When they stop the car at the first set of lights, TK continues questioning Carlos, and finally wears him down.

‘So are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?’

‘We’re going to Build-A-Bear.’ Carlos admits, nervously awaiting TK’s response.

‘We’re going to Build-A-Bear?’ TK repeats, confused.

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‘Yes. We’re going to make a Gwyneth bear, for Jonah, with a voice box that says “I love you,” from one of your voice mails, so he always has something to know his mother by, and a TK bear, so his brother is always with him.’ Carlos explains. When TK’s eyes light up with joy, and he smiles for the first time all day, Carlos feels euphoric.

‘Have I told you lately that I love you?’ TK asks, taking his fiancé’s hand as they walk through the mall.

‘Once or twice, but I’m always happy for you to say it again,’ Carlos responds. He will never tire of hearing those words from his fiancé.

They walk into the store hand in hand. TK is quick to pick a teddy bear with chocolate brown fur that reminds him of his mom, while Carlos holds two slightly different tan-colored bears up beside his fiancé’s head, trying to color match the bear’s fur to his hair.’

‘Carlos, just pick one. Either of them will be fine.’ TK tells him. Sure, picking between two similar teddy bears is a minor decision to most, but he doesn’t see why that should mean it’s any less important or deserving of care. After all, this bear is for Jonah. It’s an important bear; and more than that, it’s important to Carlos to get it right.

‘This has to be just right, Ty.’ Carlos replies. When it comes to decisions, TK is impulsive; he always has been, and Carlos loves him for it, but he isn’t wired like that. Carlos can’t just make decisions without considering every option's outcome. Carlos is as cautious and considered as TK is impulsive, and he often thinks this is why they work so well: they balance each other out.

‘You’re such a control freak.’ TK replies lovingly.

‘You love it.’ Carlos replies with a smirk.

‘I do.’

‘I think this is the one.’ Carlos states as he places the bear in his left hand back in the container.

‘Ok, we have the bears. Now what?’ TK asks.

‘Now we go to the sound station to add sound and scents to the bears.’ Carlos explains, pointing to the ‘hear me’ sign on the wall above the next station.

‘How do you know so much about this?’ Asks TK, looking curiously at his fiancé.

‘There’s a reason Uncle Carlos is Izzy and Evie’s most requested babysitter.’

‘Are you ready to record the voicemail message?’ Carlos asks, and TK nods but reaches out his hand for Carlos to hold.

‘I miss you so much, my sweet boy. Be safe. I love you more than you’ll ever know.’ Gwyn’s voice plays out clearly through the speaker. If Carlos didn’t know better, he would think she was standing right here. Carlos wraps an arm around him reassuringly when he sees the pain in TK's expression.

‘Are we going to put sound in the other one?’ TK asks.

‘Yes. It won’t be a TK bear if it doesn’t have your voice.’ Carlos tells him, and TK sighs.

‘What if it had a message from both of us? He needs to know his uncle Carlos loves him too.’ TK suggests, and hearing himself referred to as Uncle to TK’s brother before they’re even married makes Carlos feel warm and fuzzy. He nods. They each record a message for each of the bear’s paws.

‘Your big brother TK loves you so very much, Jonah.’ TK records on the message box that will go in the bear’s left paw.

‘Uncle Carlos loves you.’ After much deliberation, Carlos settles on a message that’s simple and straight to the point. He also selects a lavender scent that reminds him of TK’s shampoo to add to the bear.

They take their bears to the “Stuff Me” station, where an employee with red hair and a name tag reading Em greets them. The Gwyn bear is the first to receive stuffing.

‘Give it a hug and see how it feels. I can put more stuffing in if you’d like.’ Em tells TK, holding the now plush bear out towards him.

‘Uh, it’s actually for my little brother… I’m sure it’ll be fine like this,’ TK replies awkwardly, hesitating to accept the bear.

‘Just hug the bear, TK.’ Carlos tells him, taking the bear and handing it to his fiancé. As TK hugs the bear, a few tears begin to roll down his cheeks. Carlos squeezes his hand reassuringly while thinking over an idea in his head.

‘This is the perfect amount.’ TK says, releasing the bear from his arms.

‘Fantastic, now we just need to pop a heart inside. For kids, there's a whole ceremony where you kiss the heart and make a wish, so if you’d like to do that, go right ahead.’ Em tells them. TK selects a red satin heart, holding it in his hand for a moment before handing it to the employee to place inside the bear.

‘Alright, she’s all done. Onto the next bear.’ Em tells TK as she stitches up the back of the bear and hands it back to him.

When it’s Carlos’ turn to choose a heart for the TK bear, he holds it in his hand. Although he feels childish doing so, Carlos makes a wish that the bear brings Jonah as much comfort and joy as TK has brought into his own life.

They move on to dressing their bears. For the Gwyneth bear, TK selects a sweater that reminds him of one his mother often wore and a sensible skirt. Carlos dresses the TK bear in a grey hoodie, which elicits an eye roll from his fiancé, and he also picks out an EMT uniform and a fireman’s uniform.

‘A hoodie, really, Carlos?’ TK says as Carlos sits down at the computer beside him to make the bear a birth certificate.

‘Tyler, a hoodie is as much a uniform for you as your EMT uniform. It’s not a bad thing.’ Carlos tells him truthfully. He loves TK’s hoodie obsession, though, at times, he’d rather there wasn’t a hoodie draped over every chair in their loft.

‘I wear other clothes too.’ TK protests.

‘There hasn’t been a day this week you haven’t worn a hoodie. You’re wearing a hoodie now.’ Carlos points out, and TK looks down at his pink hoodie.

As they’re paying for their bears, Carlos can’t help but notice TK look longingly at the Gwyn bear.

‘This was a lovely idea. Thank you, Carlos. We both have next weekend off, and I was thinking maybe we could fly out and see Jonah and take him the bears?’ TK suggests to his fiancé as they walk to the car hand in hand with a Build-A-Bear box each in their other hands.

‘It’s a date.’ Carlos replies.

A day later, TK returns home from a meeting to the table set for a candlelight dinner. Carlos is nervously busying himself in the kitchen, regretting his decision to surprise TK.

‘Something smells amazing, soon-to-be husband.’ TK says as he steps into the loft.

‘It’s just mac and cheese. How was your meeting?’ Carlos replies from the kitchen as he takes a dish out of the oven.

‘It was good. Good probably isn’t the right word.’ TK says, dropping his keys in a dish by the door. ‘Helpful, I guess. Our last call today was a hard one, reminded me of my mom.’ TK continues, looking at the ground sadly.

Carlos takes off his oven gloves and crosses the apartment to envelop his fiancé in a hug, wishing he could do more to ease his pain.

‘I’m sorry, Tyler.’ Carlos says, planting a kiss on TK’s head. At times like this, he just wants to stay in this moment forever, with TK safe in his arms, protected from the world.

‘I love you.’ TK tells Carlos.

‘I love you too. I actually have something for you.’ Carlos tells him, making a beeline for their bedroom and returning with a box behind his back. ‘If you don’t like it, you can say so, but I saw the way you were looking at the bear you made for Jonah, so I went back to the mall after my shift–’

‘Carlos, you got me a bear of my mom?’ TK interrupts, his green eyes brimming with tears.

‘I got you a bear of your mom.’ Carlos repeats to him, handing him the box.

‘This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you beary much, Carlos.’ TK says, pressing the bear’s paw to hear his mom’s voice.

‘I miss you, Tyler. Be safe, my sweet boy, I love you.’

[viscerawrites]

operation get it right •/ a playlist

full playlist here // wip intro here

1. in the middle of it all - citizen

Sorrow; the celebration halts, the blinding lights are gone / Absent into the fog coming home / Maelstrom; my love for you is strong, absent into the fog / I succumb to your every want

2. feel the same - currents

I can't escape, fate starts to choke / I see your face and think of everything I went through on my own

3. choke - the warning

It's cold, but this is where I'll stay / Comfortably in pain / Wear your tears like jewelry / That vice is overpriced, but / Art is dead, it died with me

4. shelter (from the room below) - sleep token

You gather up all of my demons, you become starving / Darling, I'm noticing my flaws / And I'm matching them with yours / Won't you take me where you're going?

5. nightmare - the amity affliction

We breathe the same air and you are far too fucking young / To let the weight of the world destroy you / So one more night, breathe for me

6. without you - breaking benjamin

I wanted to forgive / I'm trying to forget / Don't leave me here again / I am with you forever, the end

7. lost - linkin park

I'm lost in these memories / Living behind my own illusion / Lost all my dignity / Living inside my own confusion / I try to keep this pain inside, but / I will never be alright

8. hollow tune - brick + martyr

My broken hands, my weary bones / I sit my words beside my throne / You're not alone

9. euclid - sleep token

By now, the night belongs to you / This bough has broken through / I must be someone new

10. massive - linkin park

I heard you screaming in my dreaming every night / I awaken, still mistaking you for right

11. take me back to eden - sleep token

And I don't know what has got its teeth in me / But I'm about to bite back in anger

12. burial plot - dayseeker

Effortless, the way you left me / Cut me open with your own two hands / Breathing is so difficult to comprehend / When the air I breathe is taken from me

13. constance - spiritbox

It's hard to lose and wonder why / I have been waiting my whole life / For pressure in increments

14. just pretend - bad omens

Weigh down on me / Stay 'til morning / Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

15. f.m.l. - the amity affliction

I am a sinking ship, I am the anchors deep / Set to the ocean floor in an eternal sleep

16. mother - before i turn

You took my eyes, so I can't see / You filled my lungs, so now I breathe / The dust and death beside your grave

17. are you really okay? - sleep token

And I / I cannot fix your wounds this time / But I / I don't believe you when you tell me you are fine / Please don't hurt yourself again

18. sleeptalk - dayseeker

Into the night, I drink and drive / Anything to help me let go, let go / You feel the pain, I feel the same / But we cannot repeat this cycle

19. the love you want - sleep token

I'll reach for you on faith alone / And I'm still full of the love you want / Still waking up, so below / And I'll be full of the love you want / No matter what, forevermore

20. my disguise - currents

I often think of the nights I stared into your eyes / And you would tell me what it's like to want to die

21. never again - breaking benjamin

Take the color from your eyes / I bleed for you, I bleed for you / Bring the broken back to life / We'll make it through, we'll make it through

22. burning out - bad omens

I was lost, but now I'm found / Under the lights and in the sounds / So let us sing and sing it loud / That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are

[caxycreations]

The Dead End Doctor: Student and Teacher

Content Warnings: Severe Injuries, Uncertain Survival

Matthias rolled from one side to the other, looking to the door of his shack with groggy annoyance. He had been awoken by a familiar sound, and one that often disturbed his slumber. He groaned, heaving himself out of his modest bed. Another knock, and louder this time, and he looked at the still-sleeping Stell on his medical bed, breathing steadily now and no longer whimpering.

Memory flashed through his mind, glimpses of the night before. Sitting up with the kit, taking notes, waiting for them to calm and for their fever to break before he got any rest of his own. He also remembered the sunlight pouring in through the window as he readied himself for bed, Matthias having pulled the curtains shut to keep the light from disturbing the shack's inhabitants.

Seeing the kit sleeping soundly, Matthias couldn't help but smile softly, grateful the young one was no longer in pain. Another knock pulled him from his thoughts, and his smile faded to the thin line of neutrality. He padded over to the door, unlocking it and opening it to the sight of a young Weather, slightly younger than the Stell laying in the cot behind Matthias.

They were clad in a harness bearing two pouches on either side, heavy with whatever contents were in them. Their pale white fur was in stark contrast to Matthias' own midnight blue, the ends jagged and charged with a subtle orange energy, crackling around them. Their ears and the fur of their tail matched the color of the sparks traveling through their fur, and their eyes were a brilliant yellow, and locked onto Matthias instantly with laser focus.

"Hello, Gr-" The Lucern was interrupted as the Weather rushed past him, making a beeline for the metal rod hooked to a thick braid of copper leading into the ground. The Weather wasted no time in pouring every last ounce of charge they could muster into the rod, the lights in Matthias' home growing brighter for the duration.

He simply waited, watching the girl exhaust her charge. As she let go of the lightning rod, she turned to Matthias with a big grin, rushing back over to him. It always astounded the old cat just how much energy she had, even for a Weather. "Matty, Matty, guess what I did today!!!"

Matthias raised his eyebrows, shutting the door as he stepped past her and approached the Stell on the cot, preparing to change his bandages. "What might that be, Miss Grace? Did you perhaps remember to bring my salt shipment from the apothecary?"

Grace grinned, nodding as she turned in circles, trying to reach one of the pouches before slumping to the floor, dizzy. She giggled, standing up and using her tail to push the flap of one of the pouches up, revealing a sealed tub of salt. "Got it right here, Mister Matty!"

Matthias gave her a grateful nod, padding over to take the salt from her pouch, placing it on his ingredient table before returning to his patient, setting to work changing their bandages. "So, you said that you did something today. I assume bringing my salt was not the exceptionally exciting thing you wished to tell me?"

Grace grinned from ear to ear, darting over to watch Matthias carefully, eyes moving rapidly, scanning every detail of what he was doing. She did this often, studying his motions, knowing how practiced they were and keen on replicating them when she inevitably helped in his efforts.

"I came across this kit, Weather like me, and he had this rash on his whoooole left side, and it turns out he was playing with some friends, and they got a little carried away, and he-" Grace was silenced by Matthias putting a paw to her muzzle gently.

"Breath, Miss Grace, is important. I appreciate your excitement as much as I appreciate you being here, but it will do neither of us any good if you fall unconscious from lack of breath, would it?"

He returned his paw to the bandages, carefully removing the layers of cloth from the sleeping Stell. Grace buzzed a little, his off-handed compliment not going unnoticed by the hyperactive Weather cat. She ran over to the lightning rod, letting out a bit of her charge and brightening the lights as she did, before stepping back to the cot.

"Okay, Okay, you're right Matty. So, this kit, playing, got carried away with his friends, yeah? And he winds up falling into, ready for it? A fireberry bush! The entire left side of his body was covered in irritations and rash spots from the stuff!"

Matthias' eyes widened a little. While fireberry was little more than an irritant with proper treatment, if left alone it could develop into boils, and be incredibly painful. It was rarely severe, and never fatal, but he had seen first-hand how drastically it could impact one's quality of life while under the effect.

"I assume you treated him, then? Did you follow the process I taught you, and make sure to keep him comfortable and aware of every step?" He asked, tossing the old bandages from the sleeping kit into the medical waste bin before setting about examining the wounds.

"I did!" Grace yipped excitedly, fur beginning to spark again. "He was so scared at first! But he relaxed, and let me look him over. It was pretty bad, he even had it in some pretty unpleasant places. But we got it sorted!" She grinned, pride radiating from her in small bolts and sparks popping off from her spiky fur.

Matthias raised an eyebrow, glancing at her before returning his gaze to the injuries he was tending to. They were strange, the irritation was gone but he couldn't see any sign of healing whatsoever, and while it was expected the signs would be minimal, there should be some indication. And yet the wound was as fresh as when he had found them.

"Miss Grace, I do wish to hear more of your escapades with the rash, but I need another set of eyes on this injury. Yours are admittedly sharper than my own, and I trust you've been studying the journals I've sent home with you. Does anything about this wound stand out to you?"

He stepped back, letting Grace approach. Her excitement dissipated, and her ears folded back. Matthias smiled, watching her straighten up, her relaxed posture shifting to one of extreme focus. This was his favorite part of teaching her. She took everything as sincerely as could be, and while she had an energy and an unprofessional air almost all of the time, she was uncharacteristically silent and serious when she needed to focus.

After a few minutes, she stepped back and nodded for Matthias to come back over, her trademark smile returning as quickly as it had faded. The Lucern did as he was instructed, looking carefully at the injury on the Stell's side as Grace explained her findings.

"I'm guessing it was Death Drakes? The laceration patterns indicate serrated claws, which aren't unique to them, but the irritant burns imply some sort of toxin or venom, which together make me think Drakes because, y'know, of all the things we know of in the forest there's only like three that have serrated claws AND toxins, and the other two things would have eaten him outright instead of trying to hurt him first given his size, relative to theirs."

Matthias was impressed, she'd certainly been paying attention. He nodded, gesturing to the injuries that concerned him most, specifically the large gash across the kit's side. The gash that, as far as he could tell, was not healing in the slightest.

"This injury bothers me. I treated it to the best of my ability, they've been here since early last night, and yet it's not healed in the slightest. There's still bleeding, and there's no scar tissue or even the slightest indication of tissue repair at all. Not even the discoloration that comes with the healing process."

Grace headed to the basin, washing her paws carefully as Matthias watched her. When she was done, she headed to the other side of the cot, leaning over to look at the gash once again. A few moments of inspecting it, and her eyes widened a little. She reached a paw towards it, extending a claw and, to Matthias' confusion, pressing it against the gash and dragging the blunt top of her claw along the length of it.

The kit winced, letting out a mewl of pain. Matthias was about to question Grace until she lifted her paw away, a clear and viscous liquid connecting her claw to the gash. She leaned in, sniffing the fluid before making a disgusted face. "Oh, Oh goddess...This is...Ugh, Matty you might want to..."

Matthias looked warily from Grace's expression to the strand of liquid connecting her claw to the wound. He leaned in and recoiled almost the instant he inhaled. It was putrid, like sulfur and bile in the most unholy combination. He gagged, wretching a little as he stepped away.

Grace shook her claw, severing the strand of gooey liquid and making her way to the basin to wash her paws again, rinsing them clean of the strange fluid. She returned to the patient, sitting beside the cot in silence. Matthias was about to speak, when Grace suddenly piped up.

"What did you treat him with? Antivenom would have been enough to stop their secretions from killing him, but it wouldn't have done anything for the wounds themselves. What else did you use? You didn't use Malenthide Extract, did you?"

The Weather looked at him in concern, and Matthias turned to his table, grabbing his journal and flipping through to last night's notes. Sure enough, Malenthide Extract had been one of the ingredients he'd used in his new concoction. It had properties that supported the healing process, but as he scoured his notes he made a realization.

"It would seem in my desperation to ensure this kit's survival, I used not only Malenthide, but Heartroot and Shale Flower as well." He cursed himself silently. He knew better, the first two not only counteracted each other, but the Shale Flower had been included as a base to allow for easy transmission through the blood, an anti-coagulant and a lubricant agent.

"Matty, we need to get a coagulant going now. That mixture's not going to do anything except quicken the blood flow. I'm sure it helped spread the antivenom, but beyond that all it's done is stop his wounds from clotting, no wonder he's not healing!"

Matthias slumped, sitting. He knew Grace knew her way around his ingredients as well as he did, and that she would have the coagulant mixed faster than he could. He had a moment to process his mistake. He thought back, the desperation of the night having clouded his thoughts and nearly costing this kit his life. No wonder he was so calm. He had lost so much blood through the night that he was too weak to be struggling.

Grace dashed from place to place, from the table to the chemistry equipment by the basin, and as she worked to mix the coagulant, Matthias stood, leaving the shack and facing the unforgiving brightness of the daylight. He sat, tail curling around and up in front of him, between his front paws.

Closing his eyes, he thought, mapping out the stars he was so familiar with. He turned to face what he expected was the direction of the moon, unable to see it due to the overwhelming brightness of the blue sky above. He bowed his head, closing his eyes again as he began his prayer.

"Benevolent Moon, Mother of Night, Patron of the Children of Shadows, I call on your aid. I have erred, a mistake I fear I cannot make right. I am aware of our history, and the lack of faith I've shown you. But you have offered your kindness before, and I ask that you do so yet again. There is a Stell kit, weak and dying, in my home. They are young, and still have many years to experience in this world. I beg of you, aid them. Give them the strength to pull through. Take what you must from me, but please, do not take them."

He opened his eyes, fighting the tears welling up in them. He rarely made mistakes this grievous. As he stood, returning into his shack, he saw Grace already administering the coagulant. He knew he could count on her. She was as clever as he was, and twice as observant. He approached the kit and, as the Lucern and his Weather apprentice shared a look of concern, the pair set to work bandaging his wounds again.

Grace's ears folded back as she stepped back, sitting beside the foot of the cot and watching the Stell's side rise and fall with each breath. They were steady, slow, weak. The Weather suddenly felt a blanket being laid over her, and she looked back to the Lucern wrapping it around her.

"Thanks, Matty...Do you think he's going to be okay?" She asked, looking back at the Stell. The constellations of his body were dim, faded, but still shining with the light of life. His body radiated the trademark light of his kind, dull though it was.

"I think that, if my mistake was not discovered too late, and if he gets the right help, he'll be fine. But I need to prepare you for the alternative...He very well may die, Miss Grace. It is an unfortunate reality of this line of work. You cannot save them all."

Grace looked at Matthias with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape. It was a reality she hadn't had to face yet, with Matthias often handling the more serious cases himself. The idea that her first severe case would end in the loss of the person she was treating was a possibility she didn't want to face. Didn't want to acknowledge.

Matthias looked down at the young Weather, tears filling her eyes. His expression softened, and he leaned down, butting heads with her gently before looking into her eyes, determination filling his own as he carefully chose his next words.

"We cannot save them all. But that does not mean we aren't going to do absolutely everything in our power to try. We are doctors. It is our duty of care."

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2014, Dec 24th; 7:36 pm

Lana stared out the closed window, enjoying the cold air radiating off of it, cooling her flushed face. The fireplace crackled in the background, along with meshed conversations. Christmas lights draped from the front porch illuminated her face, glimmering in her eyes. It was a peaceful night, her family and friends surrounded her; welcoming arms open. Yet she couldn't help but feel something missing. She moved her arm, stretching the itchy fabric of her painfully tight turtleneck. Snow was falling gently onto the ground, not a footprint in sight. A soft hand rested on her shoulder, Lana turned to look and was met with the comforting presence of her mother. "Is everything okay baby?" She smiled leaning down to match Lana's height; Lana nodded trying to ignore the tears welling up in her eyes. Even if she wasn't upset, her mother's safe tone always pulled tears out of her. "What's wrong my love? Has someone hurt your feelings?" Her mother's eyes were full of concern, she placed a gentle hand on Lana's cheek rubbing her thumb in circles. " I don't know what's wrong, I always get like this near Christmas." She wiped her tears away with her sleeve, not daring to look her mother in the eye. "But honey that's not normal for a girl your age, you should be thrilled, and excited."

Lana frowned, pushing her mom away "no, what's not normal is that yesterday we were trying to hide all of dads needles from the cops, and today we're eating on our fine China like nothing ever happened."

Her mother leaned in closer, her voice coming down to a whisper. "You know we're in a tough situation right now Lana, but please don't let it ruin your Christmas. I love you, and so does daddy." She pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead and shot her a sympathetic look, "why don't you meet me in the basement and I'll bring you a few drinks?" Lana's face lit up, she nodded excitedly before shutting the window curtains and making her way to the basement; she carefully walked passed the people crammed into her kitchen, ignoring the scattered 'hello's' and 'how are you doing? Before she could reach the door she felt her iPod vibrate in her pocket, she stopped and pulled it from her pocket; reading the text

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Billie

Let me come to your place, it's so boring over here it's painful :(

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Lana smiled reading the text, having Billie with her for Christmas would make it more tolerable. She quickly shot her a text back, telling her to hurry over.

2019 June 2nd; 9:05 am

Sunlight poured into the room, cigarette smoke hung in the air. Lana pried her eyes open, her mouth stretching in a yawn. She sighed looking around the room; vinyl was hung on the eggshell-colored walls, and golden curtains draped above her; covering a large window showcasing the peaceful beach below them. Lana sat up combing her messy black hair with her fingers, then reached down and grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand beside her. She cringed at the taste of her morning breath mixing in with Tabacco, Glancing over; black and green hair was spread over the pillow. She smiled, moving closer to the figure. Lana snaked her hand around the girl's waist, pulling her closer. With her teeth holding the cigarette in her mouth she muttered close to the girl's exposed ear "are you just gonna lay there all day, or are you gonna come to enjoy this beautiful view with your Even more beautiful girlfriend?""I've been awake waiting for you to get up and make me breakfast" a soft voice replied, Lana barely had time to react before the girl had spun over and was now facing her with a bright "Billie if you ever see me cooking, assume someone has died," Lana spoke before pulling the cigarette out of her mouth, blowing out a cloud of smoke and leaning down; capturing the girl's lips into a soft kiss. Her hands caressed the girl's face, their kisses never seemed to last long enough for Lana. Finally, they pulled away, Billie raised and smirked over at her; "I guess that puts a whole new meaning to ''d kill to have some bacon." They both shared a laugh, their voices echoing in the almost empty condo. "I'll make you a deal if put on a pot of coffee and come soak up this morning sunlight with me; then I'll order us breakfast," Lana spoke, retracting away slightly; and looking into billies eyes which were shining with amusement.

Billie chuckled "So you're telling me that the amazing, multi-talented Lana sunshine can't cook? " Lana simply smiled, biting her bottom lip "since when did you start calling me by my stage name?"

"That's not the point," Billie said smiling mischievously while reaching up and opening the window, the sounds of the palm trees swaying and ocean waves crashing against the shore filled the room immediately.

"Oh I think it's a pretty good point, definitely good enough to bring up" Billie cut her off, leaning in and crashing her lips against Lana's; she reached up, grabbing the cigarette from Lana's hands and pushing it down onto the ashtray putting out its smoldering flame. Her hands moved quickly, burrowing in her hair and trailing down to her lower back. She pulled away but only for a small moment, sucking in quick breaths; "I love that you can't cook" She said before going in for another kiss, her lips moving against Lana's; rougher than the last time, lust overflowing from her tongue. "I love the strongest parts of you and your weakest parts" She spoke against her lips, never once stopping the smooth movement of her hands caressing parts of Lana's body only god had seen. The salty air swirled around them, Lana could taste it with every breath she sucked in. Soon she pulled away breathing heavily, she sat back against the headboard looking over at Billie with a smirk on her face. "You're so weird" she laughed, reaching out and intertwining her hand with hers. "And I love that you're so dramatic." Billies smile faded and her mouth hung open, "I'm not dramatic!" Her smile returned as quickly as it left before adding " if anything, I'm just passionate" she said through a soft smirk. "Well whatever it is you are, I love it."

2014, Dec 24th; 8:17

"Dude, my mom went ballistic today; over some bullshit with her finding condoms in finneas room. She was throwing shit threatening to kick him out if he ever got a girl pregnant". Billie shook her head, pausing for a moment; taking a sip of her drink, a smile creeping up on her face. "The funny part is, they weren't even his; they were mine. I had gotten them in a gas station bathroom with a couple of friends and then hid them in his room as a joke. You should have seen the look on his face when she found them." Lana laughed, trying not to choke on the warm beer sitting in her mouth, she fought to swallow it; gasping for a breath of air once she finally did. "Did you ever tell her it was you?" She said between small chuckles. Billie just shook her head, sipping out of the can; her eyes quickly widened and she frantically pointed at Lana. She swallowed the remaining liquid before speaking "I did end up telling finneas; though, he wasn't as mad as I thought he was gonna be; he wasn't mad at all. He thought it was pretty funny, to be honest." She said smirking while cracking open another beer. Lana used her sleeve and wiped away any residue sitting at the top of her lip before setting down her drink and standing up. Billie watched her with curious eyes; Lana walked over to a wide wooden board propped up onto the wall. She pulled it off of the wall and laid it on the ground, revealing a small hole carved onto the cement. She reached her hand into it and pulled out a small carton, Billie could see from the small couch they were sitting on that it was a carton of cigarettes. "Where'd you get that?" She asked, slightly amused that Lana would even think of touching a cigarette. "My dad leaves them laying around, he's too junked up half the time to notice they're gone. He'll just drive to the gas station and buy another pack." Billie scoffed as Lana took her seat back onto the couch, reaching out and offering her a cigarette. Billie shook her head "if there's one thing I won't do its smoke." Lana smiled and pulled her arm away resting it on her lap "well what do you do?" Billie smirked and shrugged her shoulders "I write music from time to time." Lana scoffed pretending to be offended " and why haven't you told me about this?" She said before taking the cigarette and putting it into her mouth. She reached down into the couch and pulled up a small green lighter; flicking it on and lighting the dart. She took a small breath trying to hold in the smoke, but a few seconds later she was spewing it out and coughing like a madman. Billie couldn't contain her laughter, she was practically rolled over on the couch laughing with tears in her eyes. When Lana finally stopped coughing Billie raised and wiped a small tear from her eye, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you've never done that before?" "Shut up"