#whoever came up with his attacks is so smart

[thedoormann]

reanimator fandom can we talk abt this

i like how everyone else is a real scary looking murder monster and herberts just. a twink with a bag

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part seventeen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness (r has a panic attack), she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is the tea guys get ready for a LOADED chapter. also,, i apologize.

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Coryo wants to ask you who that guy was- why he made you so instantly uncomfortable, and he wants to, but he's cut off before he can get a word out by someone shouting your name. You tense under his hold, freezing on the spot. Then your name comes again, and as Coryo turns to see the face of whoever it is, he was met with the very same blonde boy just a few feet away.

"Hey, leavin' already?" He asks, tilting his head at you as you turn. He doesn't even spare a glance in Coryo's direction. "Didn't even say hello."

"Oh, well, I'm just... not feeling well." You reply, dropping Coryo's hand in favour of shielding yourself around your waist.

"Oh, that's a shame. Can I walk you home?" He offers.

"I've got it, actually." Coryo answers stiffly, straightening his shoulders as he takes in the boy's attire. Blue slacks, a white T-shirt, and a buzzcut. He's a peacekeeper.

The boy looks him up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. "This is your mentor. Saw him on TV with you, I didn't realise that was a... permanent arrangement."

"Coriolanus just came to visit. He's a good friend." You say quietly, hardly to be heard over the Covey band playing in the background.

"Oh! A friend. Of course." He laughs, speaking to you, but his eyes are locked with Coryo's; unafraid, taunting. "And here I was thinking you had a type."

"Y/N has never mentioned you." Coryo states, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep himself from throwing a punch. "Who are you, exactly?"

"Right! Sorry, I'm Cole." The blonde boy replies.

Coryo could laugh. Clearly, he was local. "Should I take a blind guess at where your father works, Cole?"

His jaw tenses in response, but then he laughs. "Yeah, yeah. You'd probably be right." He reaches up, running his hand over his jaw. "You know, if Y/N isn't up to giving you a tour, maybe I could take you out in the woods and show you where your father was murdered. How does that sound, Snow?"

You look up at your friend, eyes wide. Coryo doesn't know what to say or do, but he looks pissed. "Cole, enough." You state, trying to steady the shake in your voice. "That was cruel and you know it."

"Oh, was it? Sorry." He apologizes, but he's looking past you at a seething Coriolanus. He can only hear his heartbeat in his ears, and he wants nothing more than to beat this guy to a pulp right where he stands.

"Coryo, let's just go, please..." He can suddenly hear your voice, and feel your hands against his chest, trying to urge him out the door.

"Yeah, you two head out." Cole chuckles, lifting one hand in a wave. "I'll give you some advice though, bud, you're not getting anything from her by walking her home. I've been down that road and jeez- it's really not worth it."

Coryo didn't care anymore if you were trying to get him out; he steps past you and is throwing a fist right into Cole's nose before you could make a move to stop him. Bringing up his father was one thing, saying something so disgusting about you was totally another. Coriolanus would not look past that and be a pacifist right now- even if that's what you wanted.

You stumble back with a gasp, hands flying up to cover your mouth. You stand frozen as Coryo knocks him down, laying punch after punch onto a boy you once thought of as a friend.

Hit. After. Hit.

You couldn't see his eyes. You weren't sure why you were looking. Deep down, you knew you wouldn't like what you saw.

You back up. Back, back, back until your head hits the wall and you can't keep going. You didn't realize you were breathing so fast until you started to get dizzy. People are shouting, a crowd is forming. Too many people, too much screaming- the music has stopped, and you watch from outside your body as Sejanus wraps his arms around Coriolanus's waist and yanks him back so he's standing upright again.

He wipes his bloodied mouth on his wrist, then promptly pushes his hair back out of his eyes as he spits the blood in his mouth down on Cole as he lies on the ground. Time is moving so slowly that you're not even sure he's moving. Is he dead?

Your eyes flit back up to Coriolanus again, and his eyes catch yours. You try to take a step back again, but the wall is still there. Shades of red cloud the edges of your vision, and you're stuck making eye contact with him. Frozen, and terrified.

"No- no, no Y/N, wait-" He starts to speak to you. You wonder if you're dreaming. If this was another nightmare- worse than the others. It was personal. "Y/N- hey, don't look at me like that. Come on, don't look at me like that. Talk to me." He's saying, pleading with you, and you can only read his lips as tears fall quick and heavy from your eyes.

He takes one step with empty but bloodied hands held out in front of him, and you're running. It's the worst kind of deja vu. You don't know where to go- you can't go outside. He knows where you live, where your family lives, and it's too long of a walk to be able to make it. He would catch you if you tried to run home alone.

You're trying to sprint through a crowd of drunk people, many of whom are fighting as well now, and you almost don't even notice when you take a hit to the side of the head with someone's elbow as you try and get to the back room. You don't have time to care. You look back over your shoulder, shoving your way through as quickly as you can. He's following you. You can see his blonde hair in the semi-cleared path you made for yourself.

You can't look back, you have to look forward as you dart down the dark hallway, praying that the Covey's makeshift dressing room has a lock on the door. You didn't even realize you were screaming until you slammed the door behind you, scrambling for the lock and sliding the rusty metal shut as you barricaded the door with your body.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Coryo shouts, shoving his way through the crowd behind you. You can't hear him, even when he catches your eyes. That same fear behind them made his gut twist.

He only just clears the crowd behind you when someone is standing right in his path, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back. Lucy Gray. She wasn't strong, but she needed to be. "What have you done!" She's shouting right in his face, pushing him back again, but it does little to move him. "Why would you do that in front of her?! Get out of here! Now!"

"No, no, Lucy Gray I need to-"

"Coriolanus Snow if you don't get away from her right now I swear to god I-"

"No, you don't understand I-"

"I understand damn fine, thank you!" She huffs. "Sejanus, go get Lennox."

He didn't even clock that Sejanus was holding onto him, keeping him from getting any closer to you even though you were locked behind that door he could see just feet away. He could hear you screaming, sobbing, and he only wanted to help.

"Okay, yeah. I will." Sejanus says, turning his grip onto Coryo's arm. "Come on, you gotta go."

He had seen Sejanus angry before, but it was never directed at him. "Sejanus, please, I have to help her, I can't go through this again I really-"

"You can help her by leaving."

Coryo's heart sinks in his chest, but he lets Sejanus pull him away, and he stares hopelessly back over his shoulder at the door as Lucy Gray knocks on it, talking to you through the metal barrier protecting you from him.

"Y/N/N, hey, it's me. It's Lucy Gray. You gotta let me in, sweetheart. Come on, open up." She's trying to stay calm as she knocks on the door, repeatedly trying the handle on it. "I'm alone, I promise you're safe, Y/N/N. Open the door, please."

You can hear her, but everything besides your broken sobs sounds distant as you're curled up against the opposite wall. There's not enough air in the world right now to keep you conscious- there must not be a window back here. You force yourself back onto your feet, stumbling as you try to stand up and you can hardly see. It's hot.

You look up, there's no vents. The ceiling is too high. Somehow, that makes you feel more claustrophobic.

You make your way over to the door, your palms against it and feeling soft knocks coming from the other side.

"Lucy Gray?" You sniff, unsure now that it was even her voice that you heard.

"Yes, sweetheart. It's just me, can you let me in, please?"

You take three deep breaths.

"Y/N/N?"

With a shaky hand, you reach up and slide the lock open.

She tries the handle again, looking back over her shoulder when it cracks open this time.

You step back quickly as the door is slowly pushed open, almost falling back with the urge to run. You hardly remember why you would open the door.

"Hey, hey, just me." Your best friend says, quickly closing the door again and locking it behind herself.

She eyes you carefully, and your arms are wrapped tightly around your midsection. You don't look like yourself- eyes wide with nothing more than terror behind them, like you're physically holding yourself together and it's not really working as your chest rises and falls so fast she can almost see your muscles straining to keep up. She wants nothing more than to pull you into her arms and tell you it's okay, but she's not sure touching you would be wise. "You okay, Hun?"

You look at her with tear-filled eyes, shaking your head.

"That's okay." She nods at you, understanding and filled with worry. "Do you want to sit? I'll get you some water and we can talk, okay?"

You nod, swallowing over the dryness you didn't even notice in your throat left over from all the screaming and crying. If you didn't know better, you would have thought you swallowed a full box of cotton.

Lucy Gray nods, double checking the door is locked before going over to her bag in the corner and grabbing a water bottle. You watch her the whole way and her calmness slightly soothes you, just enough to sit down at the bench and table beside you.

Lucy Gray isn't scared. You're safe here. You have to remind yourself over and over that you're safe now.

"Your brother is on his way." She assures you, sitting down across the bench from you and holding out the water she just opened for you.

"Okay." You say quietly, taking it and just holding it in your lap. You try and take a deep breath, your head falling back as you shut your eyes, trying to force the fear to leave your body.

"There you go, good. Keep breathing." You hear her tell you and you swallow again. "Can you talk to me? Tell me what happened. No one can hurt you here, I promise."

"Coryo, go home." Sejanus instructs him, turning him in the opposite direction, as if he couldn't do it himself. He had absolutely zero interest in going back to that cold empty house they had borrowed for the month.

Especially after what he had done to you. Again.

He promptly turns back around in the street. "No, I'm coming with you."

Sejanus sighs, rubbing his hands down his face. "I don't have time for this-"

"I agree. Let's go get him."

"Don't you get it?" Sejanus laughs bitterly, eyes wide with exasperation as he shakes his head. "Don't you know what you've done to her?"

"Of course I get it!" Coryo shouts in response. "I've ruined everything! I know that!"

Sejanus opens his mouth to speak, quickly shutting it again.

"I'm killing her! I'm killing her and I can hardly breathe right now and I need her to know I didn't mean to scare her and the only way I can show her that is helping her now. That's the mistake I made last time, and I won't do it again. I won't." He shakes his head, reaching up and pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

"She talked to me, on the last night I saw her. She screamed, and cried, just like that," He gestures vaguely toward the building you're still trapped inside, "and she asked if that's who I was and I couldn't tell her no. She asked if I regretted it and I do, more than anything, and I'm pretty sure she's the only damn reason why and she doesn't know that!"

"I can't lose her." He adds after a moment of the two boys just staring at each other. "Not again, Sejanus. I'm scared of who I'll be without her."

Sejanus shakes his head slightly, looking up at the stars as he takes a deep breath. He was mad at Coryo for scaring you, but he was his friend, and if this is how he wanted to help, he couldn't bring himself to push him away after he was sure that Coryo had never been so honest in his life.

"Okay. Let's go."

There are still lights on in the house when Sejanus knocks on the door. Coryo is standing at his side, chest tight. Your brother already didn't like him- he knew this wouldn't go well at all, but he couldn't walk away from you now. If it was your brother you needed, he would get him for you.

The door opens and they're lucky to see that it was Lennox who answered.

"Where's my sister?" He asks immediately, noting that you weren't with them.

"Something happened, and Lucy Gray asked us to come get you." Sejanus answers, and Coryo's breath hitches as your brother's eyes lock on him.

"What did you do?" He spits, and for a moment Coryo wonders how you could even be related.

He feels himself go pale. "I'm sorry, I really am..."

"Pa!" Your brother shouts back into the house, not giving him the chance to explain further. "We gotta go get Y/N/N, somethin' happened to her."

"What?" Your dad's voice comes next, panicked and frantic as he hurries to the door, not even bothering to grab a coat as he and his son push past the boys on the porch.

Coryo hadn't had the chance to meet him yet, and the fact that this is his first impression makes him feel ill.

"What happened, is she hurt?" He asks, stalking quickly down the front path and they follow hastily after.

"She's not hurt." Sejanus assures him quickly.

"She, uhm, maybe..." Coryo says, embarrassingly non-confident. Everyone looks at him. "She caught an elbow to the head, I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry."

"You're Coriolanus?" Your dad says, turning to look at him only briefly.

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you for coming to get us." He replies, nodding to him. "You did the right thing."

Coryo has to ignore the glares Lennox is shooting into him. He must be the only one who knows.

"We didn't know it would be unsafe for her, but we should have. I apologize." Sejanus says, and your father slightly shakes his head.

"She's got a smart head on her shoulders. She wouldn't've gone if she thought something would happen. Can't blame anyone." He replies. "There's no guidebook on how to live with this stuff."

"I have a good idea of what not to do." Lennox cuts in, and Coryo catches him staring at his bruised knuckles. He quickly tucks his hands into his pockets.

Peacekeepers had cleared out the Hob by the time they got back. Coryo recognizes the other kids in Lucy Gray's band as they stand outside, presumably waiting for her to come out. She was still with you, maybe that was a good thing.

"Tam Amber, is Lucy Gray with her?" Your father asks the boy, who nods in response.

"They won't let you in here, but go try the back door. Goes straight to our room, that's where I saw her go."

"Thanks, Son." Your father nods, lips pursed together as he pats his shoulder and quickly brushes past, rounding the side of the building.

Coryo tries to follow, but Lennox stops him abruptly with a hand on his chest. "You better go."

"Listen, I, I don't know what she told you, but-"

"She told me everything I need to know about you." He says, looking back over his shoulder at his dad knocking on the door, ear pressed to it as he calls out for you and Lucy Gray. "And I know that you being here will just make it worse. So go."

Coryo nods, running a hand down his face. "Listen, I get it, I do, but I can't lose her again. I can't. I have to explain-"

"No, no." Lennox cuts him off. Coryo is sick of people cutting him off. "Can't you just let her be happy? We're doing everything we can to convince her she's still alive- that she's safe and it was hard enough already before you showed up. Literally every night she has nightmares about you, because she trusted you. Completely. You've been here less than a day and you hurt her all over again- I can't just stand by and let that happen."

"I did it because that guy said something horrible about her- I just, I couldn't let him get away with that!" Coryo protests, scared that no one would actually give him a chance. "Last time I didn't get to talk to her and I think that's what she needs."

"Oh, you think that? That's spectacular. She'll be cured!" Lennox laughs dryly, rolling his eyes. "We don't need you to fix her. I really don't have time for this, Coryo."

He practically spits the nickname at him, laced with venom as he turns on his heel to go to the door.

Coryo groans, running his hands down his face again as he watches the door open for your brother and father.

"It's like," You take a deep, shaky breath, squeezing the water bottle you're holding in your lap. "It's like he is a different person, Lucy Gray. Do you get it now? Did you see?"

"I believe you. I always have." She nods, looking into your eyes. "I saw it, but..." She sighs, breaking eye contact with you. "I don't think he's a vicious person, Y/N. And I don't think you think that either."

You chew your lip, shaking your head as your eyes fall to the floor.

"Can I give you my opinion?" Lucy Gray asks after a moment, reaching out to hold your hand.

"Truth is truth to the end of reckoning." You say plainly, nodding and gripping onto her hand.

"There's no reckoning, love, okay? I'm your friend first and foremost. I want to help you, and I will always be honest with you." She assures you before continuing. "But I think... I think he's just a normal boy. Boys get in fights all the time-"

"Lucy Gray you didn't see it."

Your best friend is calm, despite you interrupting her. You never did that, but she knows better than to fault you for it now. "Okay, alright. What didn't I see?"

Your hair falls into your eyes as you shake your head, and you quickly push it back with your free hand to look at her. "His eyes."

"His eyes, okay... What about them?"

"He gets... It's scary. Like he wants to do it. Like he enjoys hurting people and, and-" Just recalling it makes your heart rate increase.

"Okay. I believe you." She nods, placing her other hand on yours. "But I think this is more about you than him, sweetheart."

Lucy Gray can see the confusion that knits itself into your creased brow. "It was a scary, traumatic time for you, and I think you're still recovering and that's okay. You may never be the same and that's okay. But I don't think he'd hurt you. I really don't. I think he's a good person."

"I want to think that..." You sniff, shaking your head. "but just as easily that could have been me in the arena. And just as easily that could have been you out there, or, or..." Your train of thought dissipates. "I just mean it doesn't seem that anything is stopping him."

"I don't think it could have been you. He cares about you. You told me that, remember?" She smiles softly. "I think it was inconsiderate of him to act that way out there, but I think you were just reliving something you shouldn't have to. The games can make anyone do bad things."

"Maybe..." You mutter, second-guessing yourself now. You didn't even see his eyes tonight, not until he was looking at you and begging you to listen when you couldn't. He looked just as scared as you, as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Are you sure you saw that today?" Lucy Gray's question shocks you, but it's exactly what you were thinking. "His eyes, I mean. Did you see it again or did you just expect to after last time?"

You jump at the rapid knocking on the back door. Lucy Gray stands up, making her way over to it. You hear muffled voices for a few moments before Lucy Gray returns. "It's your family, I'm going to let them in, okay?" She pats your leg and you nod, and she smiles at you reassuringly before walking away.

You hear the door creak open and you stand up, brushing off the front of your dress and turning to face them as your father and Lennox rush in.

"Honey, are you okay?" Your father asks, quickly gathering you into a hug and you nod, biting back more tears.

"Fine just fine." You whisper. "I'm sorry you had to come all this way..."

Lucy Gray catches a glimpse of Sejanus and Coryo standing outside as she lets your family in, looking back at them talking to you when she slips out. She gently closes the door behind herself and walks up to them. "I thought I told you to go home."

"I know, I know, but-" Coryo looks between her and the door. He sighs, deciding to give up on defending himself. "Is she okay?"

Lucy Gray looks at him, arms crossed over her chest as his hair falls in his eyes and he doesn't immediately fix it, more concerned about you than anything else. "You need to cut your hair." She states plainly.

He's confused, opening his mouth to argue when she speaks again. "You need to cut your hair so she can see your eyes. She'll feel safer with you then." She turns on her heel, nodding to Sejanus before heading back for the door. "When we get her out of there you better be gone- she can't see either of you tonight." She pauses, hand on the handle. "But yes, she'll be okay."

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How to stay with you

Reiner Braun x male reader

Set during the attack on Marley. You joined the others as they venture to Marley to retrieve Eren but that isn't your goal. Instead your goal is to find Reiner after he left 5 years ago. Nobody knows of this goal so you must act accordingly and not mess up. This could be the last time you get to see the man you once loved....

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The air was cold. It felt like small blades were brushing past your cheek. You sat on top of a roof, rifle in your right hand. Your mission was to fire at any guards who may pose a threat. You and the others conducted this plan when Eren had sent a letter informing the squad of his situation. That's what landed you here. Except you're not here for the same reason as the others. Everyone else that came here is here for one thing. That thing being Eren. Instead you're here for someone else. For Reiner. 

You and Reiner were close back then. During your time in training you and him formed a bond. A bond that evolved into something more. You and him grew closer. That was until that dreaded day. Him and Bertholdt confessed to being the Armored and Colossal titans. You never saw him after that day. The last time you had a glimpse was during the recapture of Wall Maria. After that he was just a distant memory. You swore to yourself that you would find him again. He left you a letter after the confession. He wrote of his feelings and how he wished he could undo it all just to stay with you. That was the driving factor for you joining the others today. 

You scouted the area. Looking for any sign of Reiner. Taking this position was a smart choice . You're away from what is to come but also able to clearly see everyone. You turned back to look at the stage. There was some event. Not like you cared. You were too far from it to even make out a word being said. 

“Hey, L/N” You turned back to face whoever called you. “Stay focused on the mission.” He ordered. You nodded as you went to get back in position. Suddenly there was commotion. A light flashed behind you and the ground shook. *What was that?* you thought to yourself. 

“Eren” Was all you heard from your comrades. You gasped. If Eren’s there then Reiner must be close. You hung your rifle over your shoulder as you prepped your ODM gear. 

“Hey, wait!” Someone else called out. You weren't meant to leave your area but if there was a chance then you had to act on it. This could be the only chance of seeing Reiner again. 

You landed on a roof by the commotion. There was already so much destruction. It looked like the fight had been going on for a while. You saw Eren holding some crystal. It looked like a shell. Like what Annie used to protect herself. Was that another titan? You shake the thought out of your head. No point in worrying about what it is. You didn't care. You surveyed the area. Looking for any sign of Reiner. Something caught your attention. An armoured casing. It was away from the fight so you assumed it was made for protection. It looked similar to the armoured titans armour. It was him. 

Your eyes widened. You prepped your ODM gear again as you made your way to it. Avoiding getting caught up in the confrontation happening beside you. You failed the landing. Too anxious for what's about to come. You quickly picked yourself up and ran to the structure. “Reiner!” You shouted. The hole to enter looked tight but you could fit. You squeezed through, and fell to the ground of the structure. Your head raised examining the figure in front of you. It's him. 

“Oh god, Reiner” You scrambled towards him. Your hands resting on his shoulders. He looked like shit. He looked thinner and his hair looked unkept. “Hey man, It's me Y/N” You began to shake his shoulders, trying to wake him. Was he dead? No. There's no way. His chest is moving. He's alive. “You gotta wake up. Outside is a mess.” Reiners eyes began to move slightly. He opened them slowly. He couldn't tell if he was dreaming. Were you really there right now? You felt a smile grow onto your face. 

Before saying another word, your attention was taking off of Reiner as you heard shouting. “REINER!” It sounded like a girl. “GALLIARD IS ABOUT TO BE EATEN. HELP US REINER!!” She sounded desperate. This seemed to capture Reiner’s attention too. He must know her. 

“Go” You turned to face him. He still looked like shit but his eyes showed something. Something that resembled fear. 

“Huh?” You looked at him. Go where? You were confused. 

“Get out of here, Y/N.” You furrowed your brows. “Please” He sounded empty. His voice felt like it lost its charm. Instead of having its once confident essence, it now carried a feeling of desperation. You complied. Reiner watched as you left the structure. He waited a few seconds, hoping it was enough for you to get out of the way. 

You landed up on the roof. Landing beside Jean, Connie and Sasha. “Y/N?” Sasha looked at you. “You're not meant to be over here.” Before you could come up with a reason you all felt a gust of air and witnessed a yellow flash. You turned to see Reiner. He was in his Armoured titan form. It looked different. You gripped the grapples of your odm gear. He had less armour. He didn't transform to fight. If he did then he would have more protection. Suddenly it hit you. This fucker wants to die. You grit your teeth. In no way will you let that happen. You didn't come out here just to watch him kill himself. 

You looked at your friends. Their faces showed fear and shock. They weren't expecting Reiner to be here. You turn back to see Eren about to swing at Reiner. Your eyes widened. Why isn't Reiner trying to protect himself? Instead you notice his hand reaching for the titan in Eren’s grasp. You assumed that was who the girl that screamed was referring to. That was why he transformed. To save whoever was in that titan. You pulled your blades out from their resting place before attaching two grapples to Eren. “Y/N! What are you doing?” Jean shouts out at you, reaching his hand out to try and stop you. 

You shouted out as you sliced through Eren’s arm before his hit could land on Reiner. Time felt like it stood still. You just deemed yourself a Traitor to everyone. You went against the mission. Eren’s roar echoed throughout the city. His arm fell to the ground. You landed on the roof opposite of where you jumped from. The people on the other side began to move. Were they moving towards you or to begin an attack on Reiner? Shit. You begin to run, grappling to a building close to you and moving behind Eren. You pulled yourself up mid air. “REINER!” you shouted. You watched as his head raised to look at you. Even in titan form he looked empty. “FIGHT!” You roared out. This seemed to motivate Reiner. 

Reiner reached forward, grabbing at the limbless jaw titan that rested in Eren’s hand. He pulled at it, causing Eren to stumble and release his grip. He pushed at Eren. Reiner gripped onto the titan as hard as he could. He threw the limbless titan away from the action. To safety. Eren had already eaten the War Hammer titan, he wasn't getting another. The two titans began to brawl. 

You zipped around the battlefield. Trying to avoid contact with anyone. You had to find an opening to get Reiner out of here. You were taking out of your thoughts when someone crashed into you. They tackled you to the ground, and forced your arms behind your back. You shouted out. “Get off me!” You grunted as they applied more pressure. You turned to face who it was. Jean? He seemed distressed. 

“What are you doing Y/N? Why help the enemy?” He looked hurt from your actions. You took in a shaky breath as the pain of your position started to kick in. 

“Let me go!” You didn't have time for simple conversations anymore. You hoisted your body up, fighting the weight of his body on yours. This caused his grasp on you to loosen . You pulled your arm away as you spun around, swinging your fist at his face. Jean fell to your side, his hands covering his nose. You felt guilty. He didn't deserve to get hit like that. You cared for Jean, but you weren't letting anyone get in your way. Not when your goal is so close. 

You quickly regain your footing and grapple towards Reiner. You hang from the back of his neck, in front of his nape. “Reiner it's me again. I'm gonna need you to get rid of the armour on your nape so I can pull you out.” You get swung to the side as Reiner takes a hit. You felt the security of your grapple diminish. You couldn't stay up here for much longer. Either the grapple fails or someone comes and takes you out. “Reiner please, I'm begging. I know how you feel. How you wish to die but this isn't that moment. I didn't risk my life out here to just let you die so easily.” Your words hurt Reiners heart. Why did you still care about him? He felt his eyes water as the armour on his nape crumbled off. Your eyes focused on the man emerging from the titan. His hair flowed as steam came out from the nape. How could someone look so majestic when they are so close to death? 

You took action quickly. Any second wasted could lead to both of your demise. You watched as he came out from his titan. His arms and legs are still attached to it. You pulled out your blade. “This may hurt” You warned him before slicing at the flesh connecting the two. Surprisingly you didn't hit him. His limbs remained intact. “Hold on” You said as you turned and prepared to boost away. His arms wrapped around your waist. You felt your breath hitch. It finally hit you that Reiner is right here. Now all you need to do is run. Your grapple attached to a building in front of you.  His grip tightened around you. Was he scared? “Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you.” You pulled yourself away from the titan. Just in time as Eren swung at it, knocking it down. 

You heard Levi’s voice. “Sasha!” His voice cut through the air like a knife through bread. You could tell he was angry. Their mission wasn't to capture Reiner so why is he this worked up. Is he mad about your betrayal? You didn't care. You weren't staying to find out. 

Levi landed beside Sasha. Her eyes were locked onto you. “Sasha, shoot him.” Levi pointed towards you. Sasha slowly turned towards him. 

“What-” She was shocked by the request. She couldn't shoot a friend. Even if you did betray them. Levi’s glare was strong. She was sure he didn't want to do this but it had to be done. She nodded reluctantly as she aimed her rifle to face you. You were moving fast, she wasn't sure if she could land the shot. Honestly, she prayed that she couldn't. 

The sound of a gunshot rang through the battlefield. It shocked both you and Reiner. You looked behind you to see Sasha lowering her weapon. Did she try to shoot you? Why didn't it hit? She rarely misses a shot. 

“Whoops. I missed” She said as she hung the rifle over her shoulder. Levi lowered his head. She missed on purpose and he knew that. He kinda wished she was going to miss. You didn't deserve death. Nothing you did was wrong. All you did was save the man you cared for. 

You sighed as you landed. You made it far enough for it to be safe. You watched as the airships began to leave, along with your friends. You felt weird. Did you start to regret your actions? What you did finally hit you. You turned to look at Reiner sitting behind you. He was curled up. His arms rested on his knees. His hands over his eyes as his chest heaved. He was crying.

“Why.” He took a deep breath. “Why did you help me?” He lifted his head, his eyes locking in with yours. “After all I've done in the past. Why put in the effort to save me?” You had a shocked expression on your face. Did he really think down on himself like this? That he didn't deserve to be saved after everything he's done? 

“Remember during the battle of Trost when my gear broke? I thought I was done for. That was until you came. It was the first time you saved me, and you continued to do so many times after. I know that you've killed many people in your life and honestly you deserve to face the punishment for that.” You inhaled slowly. Both of your eyes never left each other's. “But now wasn't that time. We made a promise that we would protect each other. When you left it hurt like hell. I loved you Reiner. Living without you was so lonely. Nobody understood me like you did. That's why I saved you.” You stood up as you looked down at him. He began to cry even harder. You slowly made your way towards him. You knelt down and wrapped your arms around him. Reiner leaned into your embrace. “I didn't mean for the destruction of your city. It seemed like a nice place but this was the only way to get to you.” You admitted. He held onto your harder. He missed how you held him. 

“I missed you” Was all Reiner could get out. He never felt this emotional for someone before. You pulled away from the hug, cupping his face in your hands. 

“Me too” You smiled before leaning in. Your lips met his. It was a kiss that was long due. One that you missed. Those five years without each other felt like an eternity. Finally, fate has brought you two back together and you weren't going to let it take him. Not again. 

[ashdreams2023]

Hello again! I was wondering if you still do requests and if so, can I request a Severus x reader but platonic? Like we've all read Sev being like a guardian of sorts to students but what if reader is like the prof that cares for Sev when he was a student? Like Severus' favorite teacher is reader cause not only is she smart and teaches well but she has a soft spot for Sevy and is one of the profs that punishes the marauders every time she catches them bothering Snape. Snape can see her as a mother figure that even up to the point that Sev actually became a teacher he still goes to her for his problems and she just babies him lol. (Reader was once the youngest teacher to teach in Hogwarts before Snape took that role)

Alright alright gonna do this now!

Platonic Severus snape x fem reader

All my respect

Severus had a rocky relationship with adults from a very young age that’s for sure, his home life and neighborhood left little in his faith for grown ups.

It was a rocky two first years when he couldn’t even trust his head of house let alone another professor, he felt uncomfortable if he had to seek his head of house for help, he preferred to suffer in silence, even if it meant having to sit in aching bruises from his bullies until he learned how to brew a cooling balm.

No one did a thing to genuinely help him, no one, he hated how everyone overlooked him, how They saw him just as a weird kid who others avoid for no reason but that they didn’t understand him.

That continued until his third year, after a brutal beating from Sirius and his wand almost snapping in half, he remembers it very clearly he was sitting in the hall feeling the entire world was against him.

Then you came, young looking and worried, at the time you were only 28 years of age, he knew you were the new hired substitute professor for charms.

He expected to be scolded and sent to his dorm but instead you kneeled down and without even asking a question tended to his injuries self, he flinched when you first touched his face but that didn’t stop you from applying some healing balm and checking his medical chart with your wand.

He was speechless to say the least, no one ever cared this much about him…even his mother…

"Tell me who did this to you and I don’t want any lies little boy" you tried to sound firm but he could tell you were still panicked about his state and what you saw on his medical charm, he was a scrawny malnourished boy "you can tell me, you’re not gonna be in trouble I promise"

Next thing he knows points have been deducted from the lions and he’s all healed up. Although that still didn’t make him trust you that easily.

But it kept happening, you stopped whoever was bothering him, looked out for him when he seemed a little off and much more, you didn’t rest until you got the marauders suspended from hogwarts for a whole semester because of that idiot and deadly prank.

You scolded him still but always with a gentle hand checking if he’s hurt or hiding an injury like he sometimes did.

"One of these days you will kill me with a heart attack!"

"They started it!"

Heck you even helped him get some rare plants for his potion making and recommended him to higher education, even after he messed up and used that awful name, you believed him, you saw the good in him and stood by his side.

He can thank you a million times but he still feels like it isn’t enough, even now at 35 of age, you’re 50 and still working in the same school.

He comes to you for guidance, he has tea with you every other day and you sit there smiling fondly as he complains and rants about his day, just like the little boy you once knew.

"With all my respect to you mother but these kids are insufferable" it takes him a minute to realize what he just said and he blushes crazily but you chuckle.

"Oh please, you’re the son I never birthed"

Severus sighs still blushing slightly from embarrassment "Isn’t it too late for me to call my professor mum?" He used sarcasm to hide his embarrassment.

You sipped your tea and leaned back on your chair "I remember when you were just a little lad, sneaking around to brew your outrageous potions and getting burned then coming back to me with a pout and tear stained eyes demanding I give you my cooling balm"

He smirked crossing his arms "I can make it myself now, I don’t need to be babied anymore"

"Oh? So you don’t your favorite tea cup?" She laughed softly.

Severus frowned dropping his arms, his tea cup, the one you bought specially for him because the design reminded you of a cauldron, it was childish and looked out of place in your neatly organized cabin with all the good China sets.

But he still went for it, he wouldn’t pick that one round tea cup and take it for himself, you would tease him about needing a grown up one but he would defend himself saying he would do just fine with this one.

"Well, good to know some things just don’t change sevy"

"Don’t call me that I’m a grown adult! I’m taller than you!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night sevy" fighting you was useless, he should’ve known better but he always felt light, he breathed out and let a small smile creep on his lips.

[eufezco]

Being in the Borderlands was refreshing for him. That didn't mean that he liked fighting for his life every time his visa was about to expire, it was so exhausting and the games were nothing to him. But being trapped there allowed Chishiya to let his past life behind, all the people he once met, but especially his medical studies that, even though he was the first in the class, didn't go as planned. He was growing to hate more and more the life he had chosen for himself.

From the moment he arrived to the Borderlands he refused medicine. He saw people with bad injuries getting to the beach, some of them he could have treated, other ones were in a very bad condition and treating them would only make things worse. Chishiya didn't feel guilt, the real world had taken that away from him. He didn't feel anything when he saw Arisu and his friend asking for a doctor at the five of spades game, he didn't feel anything that time the Hatter twisted an ankle and made a cut on his head while drunk, he didn't feel anything watching Ann trying to handle every person that came back hurt from a game. Of course, Ann was smart and she had some medical knowledge, but it was more complicated than that. Ann needed to know how to practice medicine and most of the time her knowledge was not enough.

—This is what you decide to do the first time I leave you alone for a game? —Chishiya knelt, taking Ann's place in front of you as he tried to move your hand that was covering your wound. Chishiya raised his eyebrows, condescendingly, once you refused to let him move your hand.

You were shivering, your teeth were chattering and your eyes were glossy. Your chest was softly starting to heave as you gasped for air as if it were the beginning of a panic attack. You were sitting on a chair, your body struggled to keep you upright as the dead body of the Hatter lay on the table.

—I need you to breathe through your nose and focus on what Arisu is going to tell you. —Chishiya said to you. That completely caught the other boy off guard who let out a 'huh? me?' but quickly understood that you just needed a distraction.

Your friend Arisu also knelt by your side and started talking to you. Chishiya tried to take away your hand but you shook your head and pressed harder, hissing at your own action. At the end of the day, you didn't know that Chishiya was a forming doctor in the real world, that he was first in his class and that he dedicated every single day of his life since he graduated from high school to this.

—You're not gonna die if you stop applying pressure for five seconds, but you will if you keep pressing your wound like that and pushing the bullet deeper.

Your eyes opened wide at his words and you finally allowed Chishiya to take a look at your nonstop bleeding wound. You coudn't focus on Arisu, your attention was on the amount of blood that was flowing out of you, on Chishiya's fingers poking in your wound to see how bad it was and specially on Niragi standing behind Chishiya, still holding the gun he shot you with.

Chishiya noticed how your eyes moved nervously from his hands working on you to the boy behind him and he quickly knew what happened. You left for the game with the Hatter and games usually don't have firearms because that would be way too easy and if Chishiya remembered correctly, a lot of militants went with you two. The Hatter was a prick so perhaps he had something going on with one of them. Aguni, maybe? He was looking rather guilty. So the Hatter possibly got on his nerves and ended up dead. And you, always at the crime scene, were shot as a side effect. Niragi had wanted to get you for a quite long time, and he found the greatest opportunity. Also eliminating the only witness to a crime committed by his friend was very tempting.

—It's a rather superficial wound. It is impossible for it to have affected any important organ, so whoever shot you must be either stupid or wanted you to survive.— Chishiya moved your hand softly again to cover your wound so you wouldn't lose more blood, but this time placing it correctly so that you would not make the situation worse. Right after he gave Ann some very specific orders of what he needed to treat you.

Kuina was surprised. She would never dare to say that she knew Chishiya because she only knew what he wanted her to know. She was surprised to see him doing something for somebody else but she was not surprised that that someone was you.

When Aguni told her that you were hurt, she ran to her friend who not wasted a second looking for you. His face showed no expression, he was focus, his hands were inside his pockets as he walked but Kuina knew that Chishiya was worried.

Chishiya was surprised too. Since he met you he knew this moment would come. You never saw the danger, plus, he thought you were clumsy and he couldn't explain how you could win all your games with your lack of attention. He never thought he would ever have to use medicine again, he had been disowning it ever since he got to the Borderlands and he hoped he could leave that part of him in the real world. It was working for chishiya until you two met and how could he let you die?

Chishiya could forget all the things that made him hate his dream for you, about the corrupt doctors, about all the people he was forced to left to their own fate, about all the patients for whom he had to prohibit a treatment, about the cries of grief of family members in the waiting room. He could do anything but let you die.

[bruh-anator3000]

CAT-astrophic

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A/n: *pushes rock I live under over and peeks out of the black abyss* Hey, have you guys seen a Car Wash Miguel fic anywhere? I don't know what happened to it but it's no longer here. Might've escaped... anyways, watch this cat for me while I look? Thanks. And don't mind the hot homeless dude who talks to him, they're bonding. *returns into the depths of the void*

Summary: A hot dude won't stop talking to your cat, it's kind of freaking you out.

WC: 1.7k, edited by google docs...

Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader

Warnings: crack fic, Spider-cat's real name is Sir Jeffords bc i said so, clueless reader, pro outdoor cat (i'm not actually, keep ur cats safe pls), future-ish?, accidentally snuck in some world building, in Lyla we trust 🙏, Miguel in tight clothing bc I also said so, and wait wtf are you doing with a dead rat miguel, AND WTF IS THIS WHITE STUFF DUDE?!

Also no Spanish bc I've done some research and those who do speak it have asked non-native speaker to avoid it, to prevent bad google translations and maintain respect!

Okay, enjoy~

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You were about to head in for the night when you were not tripped by your cat for his dinner. After a quick search around your apartment, you sighed upon realizing he was still outside. Shrugging on a coat, mismatched slippers, and grabbing a flashlight, you went out to look for him.

Plenty of people told you to keep your cat inside. That it was vital to their health to keep them safe indoors. There were plenty of articles stating the cons of letting a domesticated cat roam freely outside with no supervision. They were also written 80 years ago. The world has changed since then, drastically.

Sure, it would still be smart to keep Sir Jeffords inside. Less late night searches for him, no more worrying if that scratch on his right paw was from running too fast along pavement or something worse. But he came from the life of an alley cat, and no matter what you tried, he had to be out there for a few hours a day. Last time you tried to stop him, he went under your radar for three days. You had a panic attack, worried he didn't love you anymore, but he did eventually come back. Chipper and eager, and he made sure you left his cat door unlocked.

The streets were cleaner than 80 years ago. The people were kinder. The city more accommodating to everyone, even stray animals. Sir Jeffords was mirco chipped, and even if it didn't work for tracking half the time, the shelter folks could scan his neck and drop him back home.

There were no pounds or pest controls anymore, just volunteers who helped poor animals stay warm. And find whoever left them in the streets. It was a crime to leave them now, resulting in 6 months of detention if caught dumping your animal friend into the alleys.

Jeffords was a smart cat. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. In the event of something bad happening, you made him swore he would come find you right away. Though he couldn't speak, his tail wrapping around your pinky seemed solid enough.

You called out his name, followed by a few 'pspspsps's to really seal the deal. Your flashlight shining in the darker corners of the streets he may be hiding in. Cats and their dark, unreachable corners, Sir Jeffords fell victim to any cozy spot he could barely tuck himself into.

It wasn't until a few blocks away, a little past the bank, when you heard a meow. Very similar to his, you quietly sped your pace, wanting to grab your kitty and go home. The closer you got, it seemed more like he was responding to someone else more than you.

"-and your service is always appreciated." You heard a deep voice whisper. Their voice a grumble echoing through the alley they hid in. "You're one of our best." Your brows pinching together, you turned the corner of the bank, flashlight illuminating your fluffy orange cat. Who was rubbing up against the shin of a random man.

He looked up at you, eyes darkened as he blocked your flashlight with his large hand. They almost seemed red as he stayed squatted, Sir Jeffords head butting his knee. His face pure sharp angles, with a scowl permanently in place. His black shirt a tight, compressing fit. Clinging to each muscle and vein in his arm, stopping halfway down his bicep. His calves just as impressive. His shorts doing nothing but making him look even hotter.

Wait, no. This was a random man, he wasn't hot.

You lowered the light and gave an awkward smile. Seemingly unimpressed, his hardened gaze turned back to your cat. "He's yours?" He asked, voice rumbling low in his chest. With a nod, he added, "He's... cute."

Okay, maybe he was a little hot.

"Right?" Your smile smoothed into something more natural. "He's the cutest cat to ever exist." You lowered yourself down onto your knees with a soft baby call. Sir Jeffords trotting into your lap happily, orange fur swaying with his steps.

Your hand ran through his silky fur. Tension easing from you as you held him close again. Though his three day disappearance had yet to happen again, you still worried. He was your precious baby, after all. The one you shared everything with, and he never once judged.

Your fingers caught on something sticky, stopping short of his lower back. Pulling your hand away, strings of white followed, sticking to your fingertips. The feeling moist and far too clingy for comfort. A disgusted shiver ran up your spine at the horrible sensory.

The man stood then, tossing a tissue at you as he did. His gaze stayed on your cat, never faltering. He pushed his dark hair away from his face, still scowling.

Glancing between your hand and the man that now towered over you, you almost gagged. This wasn't... his, right?

"It was the rat." Like he read your mind, the mysterious stranger held out his other hand. A dead rat laid in his palm.

"That... doesn't make me feel much better." You suppressed another full body shake, quickly wiping your hand off. This guy may be extremely attractive to look at but the longer you stayed there, the more uncomfortable you got. "How would a mouse... And what is this?" You felt yourself getting sick as you held the tissue out, the white stuff now sticking to the paper instead

"Webs. And, it's a rat." He stated with a straight face. More angry at your confusion than anything. "Chased him through some spider webs."

You let out a soft 'oh.' But that didn't explain why he was holding onto the dead rat.

And he let it stay that way. Instead of reading your mind like he had been this entire time, he just... walked off. With a dead animal in his grasp. Without a word.

Your confused gaze turned to your cat, knees beginning to ache from the pressure of concrete beneath. Sir Jeffords purred into your stomach loudly.

"You're not allowed to hang out with that guy, ever again."

...

"Christ!" Miguel tossed the rat at the wall, hearing him curse. The small animal glitched into a grown adult, body morphing sickly. "That..." The villain panted, rubbing at his neck. Bruises from how tightly he was held already forming there. "... was not what I was expecting."

Miguel squatted back down, balancing on his toes as the hologram of regular clothes shifted back into his suit. "You chose to become a rat, in a world whose Spider-Man is a cat." He slammed down a disk, red netting encasing the fool. "That was your own fault."

"It was the only way I could get into the bank!" The villain squeaked. Miguel tuned out almost immediately, eyes turning to his watch. Setting the portal to his universe, and making sure he wasn't needed elsewhere. He entertained the villain in a tacky grey suit with distant hums and 'oh, yeah, uh-huh's. It was best to just let them get it out of their system then try to shut them up.

"And I would've gotten away with it, too! If it weren't for you and your cat!" The shape shifter writhed in the nets.

"Sound like a damn Scooby-Doo villain." Miguel stood up with a huff. He would never admit it, but Hobie used the term so often, he had to look up what he was referencing. Only to end up watching the first few seasons. He had to stop around the third season, a sick sense of deja vu hitting him with a bat. The cartoons reminded him too much of the daughter he never really had.

With a sigh, "Lyla," He called.

The AI appeared before him, wearing a shit eating smirk. He opened his mouth to command something else when she beat him to it. "You should've asked for their number."

"What?" Miguel's head snapped up, eyes wide.

"They were cute, should've asked them on a date." She glitched to his side with a teasing laugh.

"Lyla, I... no." He grumbled, flicking at his watch.

"Oh, you know?" Miguel tried to smack her away, only for her to reappear on his left shoulder. "You should go back, then."

Miguel glared at her, ignoring how the tips of his ears began to burn. "I can't, its-"

"Not a canon event." They said at the same time. Lyla rolling her eyes behind her heart-shaped glasses, Miguel focusing on creating a portal. "You're such a loser, you know that?" She huffed and puffed, spawning with her back turned to him.

He tried to reach out with a heavy breath, but she moved further away. This time sitting with her arms crossed and pouting.

"They were cute." The villain nodded from his fetal position on the ground. Earning a glare from the two. Shrinking further into himself, the shape-shifter apologized.

Miguel thrust his forearms forward, his mantis blades catching on the fabric of time. Ripping them apart with a grunt. Orange and purple twisted in front of him, and he grabbed a hold of the red netting the anomaly was in.

"Meet me back at HQ," He spoke to his AI with a nod. Foot already in the portal, he turned to cast a menacing glance at Lyla. "And do not try anything."

She held up her hands in defense, watching the portal close behind him. It wasn't like she even had to do anything - not anymore. She already slipped his multiversal number into the collar of Spider-Cat. All that needed to happen was you either found it, or it fell out. Lyla just had to wait to see which option would be canon.

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[captain-mj]

Og ghost and soap getting transferred to the rebooted timeline (2022) Meeting this timelines 141.

Og Soap getting jealous of Reboot Ghostsoaps relationship (Reboot Ghostsoap is already established) Because he can't get the courage and is scared to confess his feelings for his Ghost. He asked reboot soap on who confessed first, he said "It was ghost" So he seeks out reboot Ghost and asks him on how he got the courage to confess, and reboot Ghost just slowly and softly guides him, because he went through that feeling as well (and well, because Johnny is still Johnny and he wants the best for him, different timeline or not)

Sorry if this is a very specific request, I'm a sucker for rebootxoriginal timeline crossovers, also smut pls :'D

fI got so excited for this ask, thank you so much I love timeline cross over so much! Also, og Ghost had such bottom energy, I love that feral little man

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Soap landed on the soil, feeling a bit off. He wished he could remember how exactly he got to... 

“Los almas? Fuck is that?” He noticed a base and looked around, realizing with a sinking feeling that he couldn’t see Ghost anywhere. It wasn’t smart, but he immediately started yelling for him, enemy territory be damned. “Ghost. Ghost!” He shouted as loud as he could, spinning around. He was alone. Not wearing shoes. He was pretty sure this wasn’t the shirt he had been in last night.

Okay, think. He remembered talking a pretty lassie. Ghost had been staring at him which was awkward, but he had been determined and then she had... She’d said something. 

“Ghost!” Soap screamed, feeling the world start to spin. Had he been drugged? Ghost wouldn’t have let him get dragged away, so he must’ve been attacked to. But they were in Russia and this looked like fucking Mexico.

“Soap!” He didn’t recognize that voice. Sounded like they were from Manchester. Ghost wasn’t from fucking Manchester. He started backing up when the guy came into view. The man was... large. Soap didn’t like that at all. Instinctively, he tried to grab his gun, only to come up empty. 

The man wore a skull mask, but no sunglasses. His mask also looked... different. 

“Johnny?” The man sounded unsure of himself, looking at him oddly. 

Soap would recognize those eyes anywhere. “Ghost?”

They stared at each other. Both taking in the... wrongness of the other. Ghost made a motion over his head, as if comparing their height. Soap was a solid 6′2 and this guy seemed to be about two inches taller. His Ghost was only half an inch. 

This was giving him a migraine. 

He reached under his shirt and slowly held up his dog tag. Ghost did the same. 

“Something is very wrong here.” 

“You can say that again.”

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It took a few hours to sort everything out. So Soap and Ghost were staring at... Soap and... 

“Okay, we gotta fix the name situation. Which one of us is going to go by John?”

“Why would I go by John?” Other Soap frowned at him.

“That’s our first fucking name?”

“Mine is just Johnny. Not John, just Johnny.” 

“Can I go by John?”

Price spoke up, looking back and forth between them all. “Couple here call me John. Might get confusing.”

Soap took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’ll just go by Captain or something.”

“You’re a captain??” 

Soap grabbed his Ghost’s arm and pinched his nose. “I hate it here. I’m short and a sergeant again.” 

Ghost was laughing, but he hadn’t talked yet. Soap wished he would. He could feel Ghost’s hand on his back, trying to provide some comfort in this strange situation. He felt bad for him. Ghost had been stripped of his weapons as well and although whoever did this was nice enough to leave the majority of his clothes on, they had put him in a ski mask and had taken his sunglasses and gloves. Soap could see the anxiety hanging around him like a storm. He’d be lying if the warm of his bare hand wasn’t nice though. 

“Alright, we have Johnny and Captain.” Other Ghost spoke. Soap didn’t like that he had to look up to him. He didn’t like it at all. “I’m a lieutenant.”

“Also, a lieutenant... Maybe one of us could go by Riley for the time being?” Ghost finally spoke and he could see several of the bystanders stare at him. He wanted to be snarky and say he sounds like an actual person and not a movie villian, but he thought that might be rude. Whatever, he liked his Ghost’s voice. 

Other Ghost, Riley, nodded. “Reluctantly, I’ll take it.” His Ghost relaxed a little. 

“Thank you. Don’t really want strangers calling me by my name.”

“Understood.” They looked at each other and Soap swore he could hear the telepathic conversation they must be having.

“Does Roach exist here?” Ghost asked and Soap tried not to feel irritated. He didn’t get why Ghost needed him.

“Who?”

“Understood. Means he probably didn’t get taken with us. He was the only one at the bar, right Captain?” He turned his eyes on Soap, who felt a little stupid for not thinking of that. 

“Yeah. Just us and Roach. So, let’s do some basic questions. What year is it?”

“2022.”

“We’re in 2009. Explains why our ages are weird.”

“Did 9/11 happen?” Ghost looked at Riley who nodded. 

“I was like 7 when it happened though.”

“Weird...” 

One of the guys who ran the base, Alejandro, interrupted. “So this is... really weird and all, but what are we going to do about this? How do we get you guys back?”

Ghost nodded. “Oh, we have to learn something.”

Everyone looked at him before Soap just sighed. “And what the fuck do you mean by that Simon?”

“Don’t use my name like that. And the lady last night told me we needed to learn something and she thought this could help. Then I woke up in the middle of the goddamn desert. Thought I was back with Roba.”

“Oh that happened to you too?” Riley leaned in, looking almost excited.

“Yeah! You get experimented on and buried alive?”

“Yeah, I had to dig myself out with a-”

“Jawbone.” They said at the same time. 

Soap laughed, not noticing most of the strangers looked horrified. “Is that where you got the nickname Jawbone? I thought it was just because of the mask.”

“Nope, accidentally told someone the story and they thought it was funny.” Ghost was smiling. 

Johnny grabbed Riley’s arm. It felt like all the air in the room was gone. That wasn’t good, you didn’t just tou-

Riley moved so they were holding hands. There was a ringing in Soap’s ears and he only faintly realized he was staring. 

Maybe this was normal in their universe? Did friends just do that? 

Ghost snapped in front of him. “Captain. You okay? Still drugged up?”

“Fuck off, Ghost.” Soap crossed his arms. “Just... thinking of how to get out of this mess.” He noted Ghost’s posture. Perfect like always, only just a little bit taller than him. Soft eyes. No makeup. He wore sunglasses so he never wore it when they were out casually. 

He preferred this Ghost. Preferred what they had right now. Friends. 

Oh, who the fuck was he kidding. He wanted that. Wanted that so damn bad. Did Johnny trace Ghost’s scars like he wanted to do? Did they look more similar under all the clothing? I mean he and Johnny looked really similar if you looked past the height difference. 

Did Johnny know what he looked like under all those clothes? Under the mask? The very thought made him feel green with envy. 

Soap straightened. “Do you have somewhere we can stay? I’d offer to shack up in a hotel but... Damn thing robbed us while tossing us around.” 

“Yeah. We have a room you two can stay in.” Rodolfo nodded. “It has a bathroom attached.” He looked at Ghost when he said that part who just nodded. Soap followed Alejandro, Ghost right behind him. This whole place was... odd. He’d noticed little things that were just... off and he couldn’t tell if its because its Mexico or the different dimension thing. 

The two twin beds sat next to each other in the room and he groaned. His whole body had started aching at some point. Alejandro left them and he started to pull off his clothes.

“Planning on showering?” He looked over at Ghost, with his shirt pulled off and in his hands, loving the way Ghost would glance over at his chest before looking away. 

“No. Maybe later. I’m going to have to borrow a mask from... Riley.” Soap frowned.

“Sorry. I know this probably really uncomfortable for you. There’s this... whole other version of you an-”

“Respectfully, Captain, that’s not a problem for me.” Was Ghost mad? Why the fuck was he mad?

“Alright. Then what’s your damn problem?” Soap left his dog tags on and took off his pants, very happy to see his underwear still on. Ghost was staring again. At his thighs and down his body before quickly looking away. 

His fucking sunglasses. Usually Soap couldn’t see where he was looking. The bastard probably ogled him all the damn time.

“I’m just tired, Captain. And I’m stuck sharing a room and don’t get me wrong, glad its you, but its... I like my privacy. And they’re going to ask me questions.”

“Didn’t seem to mind answering Riley’s.”

“Different.” It was probably the only explanation he was gonna get so he dropped it. Soap went to shower, scrubbing himself clean. He knew Ghost had blond hair under there. Knew he had brown eyes. He had a strong jaw. A glasgow smile was carved into his cheeks. Whenever he got Ghost to drink with him, he’d lift it to just his nose. He had a cut across his nose too. 

Does this Johnny sketch too? Soap wished he had one of them. Sounded like nice way to relax right now. 

When he got out, Ghost had already went to sleep. It was unusual, but after the day they had... 

According to Johnny, he had found Ghost frantically searching. Said he had almost grabbed him before registering he was too short. 

What would he have done if it was him? When he grabbed him, would he have held on to him? Would Soap have let him? 

Soap sank into his bed. It was comfortable. Made his back ache. He kept glancing over at Ghost, feeling restless. That man could sleep anywhere, but Soap’s body was a little pickier. 

He eventually just sighed and got up. This was pointless. He was also starving. The base was eerily silent, though he could see some people on watch. 

Johnny and Riley were in the kitchen. Riley had a cup of tea and Johnny was eating cereal. They were so close to each other. Casually touching. 

Johnny jumped. “Jesus, you’re just as bad as Ghost.”

“Picked it up from him. He needed to be shown how fucking creepy it is.” He stalked past them, stealing some of the water from the kettle to make his own cup. 

“You drink it?”

“Not usually, but...” He shrugged. “Don’t know. I think I have the most extreme version of jetlag possible.”

Johnny nodded. “So how long have you two been dating?”

Soap felt something hot and angry sink its teeth directly into his stomach. “I’m not dating Ghost. It would be inappropriate. I’m his Captain.” 

There was a beat of silence.

“Oh.” Riley spoke this time.

“Your accent. Manchester, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t fucking like it. Prefer my Ghost’s.” Soap took a sip of the tea. It was just as bad as he remembered. Maybe Ghost would like it. “You guys have anything to eat?” He turned around and they were talking with just their eyes and... He looked away again.

“Yeah, help yourself.” Johnny smiled and Soap took what he wanted and left, hiding in their room again. He noticed Ghost twitching and shook him. Screaming in the middle of the night didn’t seem like a good idea. 

Ghost whined and glared up at him. He sat up immediately. “Did you make me tea?”

Soap forgot he even had it in his hand. “Yeah.” He handed it to him, trying not to stare when he raised his mask. 

He sat next to him, eating in companionable silence.

“Was I making noise?” 

“No, but you were twitching. Remember what you were dreaming?”

“Nothing I want to burden you with Captain.” Ghost smiled. “I’m fine. Stop worrying about me.” 

“Is it true you were looking for me?”

Ghost blushed. With the mask lifted up, Soap could see it. “I was looking for my team.”

That’s not what Johnny had said. He said he had been looking for him. Just him. He didn’t push. 

“Alright, I’m going to try to sleep. You should probably try to go back to sleep.” Soap lightly hit his shoulder, thinking of the way the other versions of them touched. Ghost flinched and he grimaced as he watched him yank his mask back down. 

“Course, Captain.”

In the morning, Soap looked for Johnny. He cornered him down a hallway and stood over him. 

Johnny looked at him, half smirking. “Listen, I’ve joked that if I had a clone, I’d fuck them, but I am very committed relationship to my Ghost.”  Another thing they had in common. Ghost was mine or yours. Not just Ghost.

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?” 

“Get with him. Who confessed first.” 

Johnny softened a little around the edges. “Oh. So you do like your Ghost.”

“I want to do terrible, terrible things to that man. So who confessed first?” 

“Ghost did.” 

“...Fuck.” Soap sighed. “I know mine. He won’t do that.” He leaned into the wall and slid down.

“Well, why not?” Johnny slid down the wall across from them. They sat the same way, legs splayed and backs straight. Fucking creepy.

“He’s... different than yours.” Soap stared above his head. “I’m sure yours went through something similar, but I don’t know. It seems to have affected them differently. He’s... I don’t know how to explain. But I don’t think he’d confess first if he has feelings for me at all.” 

“Does he stare at you?”

“All the time. He usually wears sunglasses, but I swear he’s always looking at me.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Ghost. He’s into you. I saw him stare at your ass the entire time we were walking you guys to your room.”

“Ah, your Ghost an ass man?” 

Johnny laughed. “Thighs actually. His exact words were ‘you could crush my head like a watermelon’. It did make me feel more confident.” 

Soap smiled. “It’s so weird. Seeing myself younger again.”

“Good to know I do not age at all though. Worried I’d go gray and wrinkly due to stress.” 

They sat for a minute, Ghost on both their minds.

“You should talk to my Ghost. Ask him for advice.” Johnny smiled at him. “He should be in his room right now. He took the night watch. Doesn’t sleep much.”

“You find anything that helps with those? I try to help mine out.’

“Being next to someone helps.” 

Soap’s heart ached. God he hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. He wanted to help him so much. 

“What does he look like under there?” 

Johnny straightened up. “You haven’t seen him???”

“No.”

“Okay, I’m not going to spoil the surprise, but if he’s anything like mine, he’s fucking gorgeous. Has a couple of scars, but we’re into that.”

“Yeah, we fucking are.” Soap mumbled, thinking of the one along Ghost’s ribs. He wanted to cover it with hickeys and make him squirm. “i love that man.” 

Johnny didn’t seem shocked. He got up. “Oh, while you’re there, apologize for the comment you made about his accent.”

“Oh, did I hurt his feelings?”

“No. But you’re going to apologize.” Johnny looked down at Soap and Soap understood why his recruits look scared.

“I’ll apologize.”

So now he needed to talk to Riley. Alright. He was willing to do this for Ghost. To have Ghost. 

He knocked and waited. 

Riley opened the door with no hesitation, freezing. He had no shirt on. Luckily he had his mask, but Christ, Soap felt like he was going to have a nosebleed.

“You knock exactly like Johnny.” Riley seemed frozen. He had scars of course but also hickeys and scratches and.... Soap quickly turned around. 

“Put your shirt on soldier.” Soap waited until he heard the door reopening. He turned back. “Glad you’re decent.” He went right in his room, all the confidence of a Captain.

“Need something?” Riley sounded strained, probably not liking that a stranger was in his room. 

“How did you... confess your feelings to Soap?” He didn’t look at him. 

“Oh. You came here for advice on getting with other me?”

“Yes. Also to apologize for the mean comment about your accent. It was uncalled for.” He turned around, standing straight. “How did you... do it? I want to... I want Ghost.”

“Well... for one, do you just want Ghost or do you want Simon too?”

Soap blinked. Odd question. “Yes.” 

Riley seemed amused. Soap wanted to kick him. Giant motherfucker. But he needed his help so he stayed complacent. “And what do you want? A one night stand? A relationship?”

“Anything he’d give me honestly.” 

“Yeah, it’ll work then. You have to be a bit blunt. He’s not going to believe it if you’re not explicit. Also, the mask isn’t going to go away. It’s part of the package deal. If that’s going to be a problem...”

“No. I don’t like it, but I’ve more than accepted that its part of him. So be blunt. Accept him as he is.”

“Also, bite him. He’s going to love that.”

“What is wrong with you?” Soap whisper shouted at him, appalled.

Riley laughed. It sounded exactly like Ghost’s. “It really is that easy. I’d try talking first, just because touch is... touchy.”

“Thank you. You two have been really helpful.”

“Regardless of what universe you’re from, you’re still Soap MacTavish. I’ll always want the best for you.” Riley sounded so sincere. It stung. It was a sting Soap could live with.

“Thank you. So I’m assuming just kissing him is out. Though with the mask he’s been wearing, I wouldn’t even have to lift it up.” Soap smiled softly. Kissing Ghost. What a fucking thought. 

“Yeah, unexpected touch is not good... Has he... mentioned...”

“I know.” Soap sighed. “I know about what happened with Roba. Its one of the reasons I’m so nervous. I’m his Captain. It is inappropriate.”

“I’m Johnny’s LT. As long as you’re clear he doesn’t have to be with you, its okay. We’re a little different in the 141.”

Soap nodded. Oh God. This just left talking to him.

“What color is your hair?”

“What?”

“I’ve been wanting to know a long time. Just curious.”

“Blond.” 

“Blond...” Soap repeated, taking a deep breath. “Thank you.” He pulled away to try to find Ghost. 

Ghost had went out with Price apparently. They were going to be back later. 

Soap groaned and sat with Gaz and Alex. He finally found some paper and took a moment to sketch what his crew looked like. The two of them nodded and started talking about what missions they had went on, comparing their stories. 

Ghost still hadn’t gotten back. Soap missed him. He was bored and he wanted his LT. 

He found more paper and sat in their shared room, sketching. He sketched Ghost’s mask for a bit before moving to his body. If this went well, he was going to ask him to pose for him. 

Ghost came back late. Soap looked at him. “Why were you gone so long?”

Ghost shrugged, avoiding his eye. “I think I’m going to go shower.” He was covered in red dust from the desert. 

“Simon.’ Soap said softly, watching him turn around, those eyes of his on him again. Always on him. 

“John.” 

Soap moved closer. Words. He needed to use words here right now. 

“Simon, I...” Soap choked. Just staring at him. Their height difference was pretty much nonexistent. He liked that they were always eye to eye. He liked that Ghost was mysterious and liked the crazy spark in his eye when they tortured someone together and he liked that he knew Soap sketched him in his mask but never said anything about it. 

But how the fuck do you put that into words?

“You’re a great Lt.” 

Ghost’s shoulders visibly slumped. He looked down at Soap’s shoes. “Thank you, sir.” 

Fuck. 

That was bad. 

“Ghost, I think you’re great.”  Soap tried again. “I like being around you.”

“John, please. Whatever you’re doing...” Ghost sounded hoarse, pleading. 

Soap shook his head. “No. I... Fuck, Ghost I want....”

What did he tell Johnny?

“I want you.” Soap said softly. “In a romantic sense. I want to do stupid things like feed ducks in parks and make you Simon MacTavish because you hate that you have your father’s last name and I want to know what you look like under those layers and I want... I want to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again but I can’t promise that so... I want to be with you when it does.” He stared at Ghost, those dark eyes of his. 

Ghost leaned forward, pressing their lips together. The fabric pressed against Soap’s skin exactly as he managed.

“Okay.” Ghost sounded dazed. “I... God I want that with you.” He moved closer and it was just like they were on the field, both understanding what to do.

“Simon, I want to. I really, really want to, but promise me you want this too.” 

“Soap, I promise. I promise.” Soap pulled him into the bed immediately, getting on top of him. Ghost lifted the mask up just a little and Soap got to kiss him properly and he finally understood the phrase about fireworks. He didn’t want to pull away. He probably wouldn’t have if Ghost hadn’t let out a needy sound. 

Soap kissed along the Glasgow scars, undoing Ghost’s shirt. Ghost melted into his touch. 

“Just tell me if its too much, okay?”

“John, I swear to God if you interrupt one more time. I am fine! I’m not broken.” Ghost yanked him closer to slip Soap’s shirt off of him. 

“You’re so attractive.” Ghost blushed and Soap resumed kissing along those scars. He pulled back just long enough to get lube, ordering Ghost to finish undressing while he did. Soap got between his legs and admired him for a moment. 

Ghost yanked the mask off and tossed it with the rest of his clothes. He didn’t look at Soap and Soap didn’t comment. They could always talk about it later. For now, he wanted to enjoy the moment. And God, he was gorgeous. It felt like a puzzle had clicked together and he could finally see him. 

Finally, he got to suck marks around that scar, Ghost’s shaking hands in his hair. Soap’s fingers slowly pushed into Ghost, making him whine. 

“Hurt?”

“A little, but I like it.” Ghost pushed him down so he’d keep marking his skin. “I hated that lady. Not for doing this, but for keeping your attention. Always hate when you’d drag us drinking. Hated seeing you with those women.” The hand in his hair tightened. “You’re mine, MacTavish. Just didn’t know how to tell you that.”

Soap had never been more turned on in his goddamn life. “I’m yours. You’re mine.” He fit another finger into him, hearing Ghost’s breath hitch. 

Soap slowly pulled up from. His handiwork spanned over his chest and stomach, covering some of the scars and outline the curves of his muscles. 

He took his pants off, seeing Ghost stare at him. 

“I’m going to mark you up later, Captain. Gotta make sure everyone else knows too.” Ghost almost whined when Soap got his underwear off. “Knew you had a nice ass underneath those stupid tactical pants. I don’t get why ours are so baggy.”

Soap laughed and moved back to him, kissing him again. Ghost wrapped his arms around him. Soap could feel him start to tense when his cock started to press into him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ghost. You have to relax.” Soap ran his hands through his hair. It was so far out of regulation. 

“I know.” Ghost grumbled, holding on tight. 

“Simon.” Soap said softly, gently kissing him. “I got you. Let me take care of ya.” He started to push in as soon as Ghost relaxed. Ghost dug his fingers into his shoulders, panting softly. Soap should’ve known that he’d be pretty quiet in bed, but that simply was not going to stand. He was going to fix that. 

Ghost felt divine. If he admitted now that he was a demon to tempt him to hell, Soap would follow him. Burn himself alive to keep doing exactly this. He bottomed out and managed to get a soft keening sound from Ghost.

“Fuck.” Ghost gritted. 

“Bigger than you were expecting?” Soap teased.

“A lot bigger.” Ghost admitted, kissing along his jaw. “Burns but I like it. Fuck, I like you.” Soap couldn’t help the laughter and Ghost followed after him. Their lips met again and Soap experimentally rolled his hips. Ghost gasped softly. His legs moved, ending up hooked over Soap’s hips as he slowly thrust in. 

Soap tried to memorize everything about this moment. He wanted to draw it later. Draw Simon as he came undone underneath him. 

Simon looked up at him, the picture of decadence. He suddenly arched, letting out a soft, breathy moan. Soap had to take a deep breath to keep from coming right then. 

“Right there, John. Please.” Soap copied what he just did and got another moan for his efforts. He adjusted their positions and hit the spot every time, watching the muscles in his abdomen jump and twitch at the feeling. 

Biting. Right. He leaned down and sank his teeth into his shoulder, holding him close so he could press deeper inside him as he did. 

Simon let out a quiet wail as he ran his nails down Soap’s back. His legs started to shake from where they were around Soap. 

“Close, mo chridhe?”

“English?”

“It means my heart.” Soap spoke softly against him. Ghost blushed hard before burying his face in his shoulder. He whimpered as Soap thrust in harder, still barely audible but fuck Soap would take it.

“Do you like that? I could use more. I could use them in front of the team and they’d never know.” 

“But I want them to know.” Ghost was right against Soap’s ear. “Want them to know I’m yours, sir.” 

Once again, Soap had to focus on his breathing. He reached down, stroking Ghost since he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Ghost kissed along his throat, gasping and digging his fingers into him. He barely let Soap move enough to thrust into him. He came with a soft moan and fell almost boneless to the bed. 

Soap pulled out and finished on his chest. Maybe he wanted to draw this. Fuck it, he’d learn animation and just recreate the entire goddamn night. 

Ghost swallowed. “Thanks for not... in me. Should’ve asked.” 

“I didn’t have a condom. Thought it was more polite.” Yes. That was it. Definitely not seeing Ghost covered in his cum. “Let me get you cleaned up, mo chridhe.” 

Ghost whined. “Soap, don’t talk to me like that.” 

Soap laughed. “Why not?”

“Because I cannot go another round right now. I’m out of practice.” Ghost sat up, grimacing. 

“Hurt?”

“Nothing a shower won’t fix, love.”

Soap nodded and took his sweetheart to the bathroom. He turned the water on and pulled Ghost in with him. He was careful with him, admiring him even more. Once Ghost was cleaned up, he dried him off. Yes, Ghost could easily do this part, but Soap was willing and wanting. 

Ghost stepped away to get dressed, not letting Soap help because he took too long.

They walked out of the bathroom and it was different. 

They were in Soap’s quarters at home. All of the sketches he had made, along with any belongings they had taken off or went missing, all sat on his bed. 

“Huh.”

“We’re home.” 

“Damn. Wish I could’ve said thank you to those guys. They kinda talked me through asking you out.”

Ghost stared at him. “Price was actually encouraging me to go for you. I think he and Riley are close. He could see straight through me... So, what do we do now?”

Soap intertwined their fingers. “Guess we... keep working. You could start coming to my bedroom at night.”

“I’d like that.” 

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(Im back) alastor x fem Cat demon chap 1/???

This is not sexual/romantic since al is aroace but it is dark he is fond of you but in a master/pet type way this takes place in an alt universe where alastor dosnet go into the Hazbin hotel

TWs: you fate is worse then death, Physical abuse, degradation, fearplay, and everything you expect from alastor, Reader gets angry easy, user does cat stuff

Your life isn't  the greatest even when you are alive your life sucked there's always too much debt and people chasing after you because you're in a Rival gang And one day they just got to you shot you point blank and that's how you ended up here and literal hell trapped in this ugly cat body and even then you got in trouble with loan sharks they just kept chasing you no matter what you did So eventually you got desperate what about the  horror stories of what happens to people who sold their soul but you would do anything to get these loan sharks off your ass the next day you were thinking about who to Sell your soul to but then one of the loan sharks came beat you bloody and took your wallet eventually you were left on the Alley Bleeding Out

As you are blacking out you heard someone coming after you you thought it was one of those loan sharks coming to finish you off you couldn't see you were too weak to open your eyes but you heard a strange voice " oh dear do you need help don't worry I'm not like those cruel evil debt collectors I'm a gentleman and I'm wondering if you want help " before you could even respond to that question he scooped you up in his arms and started caring you somewhere you struggled a little trying to escape thinking whoever this man was he was going to hurt you but he just kept holding you that same static voice came back on again " be careful dear you're wasting energy I'm just making sure you're okay what type of man would I be if I didn't " you try to struggle again but you are too weak too eventually you pass out and wake up on a bed with water next to you and that same man looking at you then you realize who he is the radio demon who massacred Lots of the strongest overlords suppose you going to do to you was he going to kill you hurt you those are you could think about he came up to you and said  " oh I'm glad you're awake I thought you would never wake up if you want to Coma that would be very unfortunate " he then leaned down and started to touch your ears a big sensitive spot of yours he was scratching them gently maybe trying to calm you down but it just got you on edge you slapped his hand away and growls " don't touch there " the demon found your effort amusing and said " oh dear I'm very sorry" he patted your head and said " I'm so sorry that happened to you how could anyone do that to you "

The demon looked down at you that creepy smile still there before he said something again " I have a proposal to make I will keep you safe and protect you from any of those pesky loan sharks coming after you again and you can just do a couple things for me so what do you say do you want to make a deal" you still not wanting to accept but feeling obligated because you are at his Mercy and he is one of the most powerful overlords in hell so none those Loan Sharks would come up after you raised one of your paws and gently put it in his hands another part Of Your hellish existence is that you have no thumbs so you can't really carry anything or grip onto anything plus your just slightly bigger than the average house cat you've only been in hell for a year  and you get how bad it really is the demon grinned an even creepier smile and said " good good you're very smart Kitty " he giggled while rubbing your head this made you mad but you are too weak to speak up about it just didn't have the energy " so I'll just leave you head of rest yell if you need anything " alastor said before walking out the room

1 week later

life with alastor hasn't been so bad your pretty much recovered from your attack and just lounge around his house its weird he hasn't asked much of you and he's gone most of the day so you just do what you want that was until the incident today happened you were lounging on a wooden kitchen island when he walked over to you and started to pet your ears you didn't like it and tried to get up and jump off the counter but he used his other hand to gently keep you on the counter you told him to stop multiple times but he didn't seem to listen eventually you were scared you were gonna start purring which is a sign of weakness for you so after one has scream for his to stop you unscathed your claws and swiped at him skimming his left arm before you hissed and said "DONT TOUCH ME THEIR IM NOT YOUR FUCKING PET" he didn't seem to react other then a light giggle "oh have you forgot the deal we made" suddenly a greenish chain appeared around your neck and he pulled you off the counter senting you falling to the around "ơ̵͈h̷̡̆ ̸͕͋ṁ̷̜y̷̧̛ ̸̗̇n̴̡̽ả̶͖i̸̼͠v̵͉͘e̵̘͂ ̷̨͊l̴̩̒ỉ̷͕t̵̹͐ţ̸͒l̴̮̍e̶͔͝ ̵̡̀k̸̓͜i̷͓͝t̵̫̿ṯ̶̋y̵̦̿ ̶̣̓I̵̤̒ ̵̺̈ŏ̴̡w̵̗̚n̴̢̅ ̶͖͝y̴͍͝ö̵͔́ǘ̶̮ ̷̢̈́ń̵͕o̴̻̒w̸̲̓ ̶̲͠a̴͙̕n̸̻̏d̶̳͠ ̷̛̤I̵̯̔ ̸͙͑c̶̦͂a̸̠͗n̶̯̏ ̸͍͊d̸̜̚o̶̧̾ ̷̿͜w̴̢͘h̷͔͂ä̵̻́ţ̴̿ ̵̬͠I̶̩̐ ̸̹͝w̵̗͑a̴͍͐n̷͍͝t̷̨͐ ̶̳̽w̶͔͝ḯ̴͔t̴̢͑ḧ̷̲́ ̶̲̚y̶̲͑ó̵̫ű̴̲" his voice was horrifying and disturbing he yanked the collar towards him sending you with it, it bruised your neck and you were right by his feet he then picked you up by your scruff and said "d̶̬͊o̵̠͑ ̷͚̚Ḭ̸̂ ̴̙̈́h̵̟̐å̵̱v̸̫̈́ë̴̼́ ̵̳͑ẗ̶̳́o̷̬̚ ̴̯͘r̷̥͛e̴̪͑p̴̈ͅê̸̞ȁ̷͍t̶̤͂ ̴̨͌m̸͂͜ÿ̴̪́s̴̲̓ẽ̵̺l̵͓͒f̸̣́" his voice was low and staticly you were shaking and trembling in fear "y-yy-y-yy-yes" you said in fear his tone changed and he said "good good my dear I don't want to do anything rash to my little pet" he said it nicely but it sounded oddly cruel you were still dangling from the air when he sat down on the couch with you. Then it hit you like a truck you just ruined your life for the rest of etenerinty will just be as a pet you couldn't hold I back you just started crying into him the demon giggled "there there my dear let it all out" you buried your face into his coat and were gripping onto him just crying he seemed to get a sick and cruel pleasure from this he just kept petting you and giggling "every thing will be okay dear just trust me

THE END

Hope y'all liked it my last "first post in 2 weeks" got taken done sooo yeah

How I imagined you crying into him looked like (except you aren't husk lol

[writersblockedx]

The Soulmate Situation

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU) Summary - It's written in every hunter handbook that to stay clear of ones soulmate; a rule of which Dean has lived by all his life. After Y/n fixes up Dean's wounds, it becomes clear she's more than just his nurse. The boy does everything he can to push her away. Warnings - General violence, mentions of death, ANGST Words - 5K

A/n - I may write a part two to this with a happier ending!

MASTERLIST

Soulmates were connected by marks, by the scars that painted their skin or the ink that drew sentiments. Y/n was older now and still left in the dark about her special someone. It was getting to the point where she would find herself alone at night, echoes of her friends and their soulmates running around in her head. They would laugh and nag at her for updates of her unknown lover. She was the only one out of their friend group who had yet to find their soulmate.

And while she didn't have a name, or a face, or anything really, she knew that her soulmate was well...he was strange. She was was only young when bruises began to litter her skin, matched with cuts and, later, scars that stuck to her body for years. Y/n's parents would joke that he must be a clumsy child, then, as she got older and the wounds never stopped appearing, they started to guess he was one keen for a bar fight.

It had been her first day at work, tending to a patient, when a sharp pain stung at her chest. She'd been in the midst of putting an injection into the vein of a rather furious elderly lady. Y/n had rushed to the bathroom, locking herself within a stall, quickly unbuttoning her scrubs to find the tattoo that was being printed under her collar bone. A star-like symbol that had swirling lines coming out of it like it was meant to look like the sun or something. In that moment, she came to the conclusion that her soulmate, whoever they were, seemed to have no care for what she might think.

Truth was, Dean didn't. His father had always told him that hunters weren't meant to search for their soulmates. And, even if they happened to find them, it meant putting them in the line of danger. So the boy shoved the idea of finding his soulmate in the same bottle as working 9 to 5, or having kids one day. He tended not to think of it. He tended not to give a care for it.

Then he was rushed into hospital years later.

The brothers had been hunting a werewolf. During an attack, things went south. Dean had ended up with one hell of a concussion. At first, he'd pleaded to Sam that he would be alright. But the younger Winchester was smart enough to drag him into the emergency room (as Y/n had assured later on).

"Dean Winchester." Y/n had read from the file in front of her, wondering into the room. Dean was seated at the hospital bed, his feet barely touching the tile floor below him. Sam stood across the room, leant against the back wall, hands shoved into his pockets. She huffed, finally looking up from the notes. Dean was the last patient on her round before she finally got off for lunch. So, truth was, she wanted to make this quick. "How do you feel?"

Dean flashed a forced smile, "Fantastic."

The girl narrowed her eyes before stepping over to him. Her palm rested against his temples without warning, prompting his knitted brows that continued once she retracted her touch. She unhooked the stethoscope that laid around her neck, slipping them in her ears before tucking it between the t-shirt he was wearing. She was moving it around his skin, unable to get a clear read. She pushed it down his skin, a bit to the left, a bit to the right. Then her hand stopped.

Dean was under the impression her movement had stopped due to her finding his heart beat. He had, in fact, been wrong to assume such. "You know, I have a few ideas of my own on how you could make me feel better, doc." His flirting had completely bypassed Y/n as she pulled the stethoscope from his skin.

Her expression was written in confusion, her eyes seemingly filling with a kind of panic. "How long have you had that tattoo?" She inquired, her finger pointed at his chest.

Dean shrugged, "A good few years, why?"

Y/n couldn't look at him. She shook her head, her feet already backing out the door, "Excuse me." The girl muttered and, like that, she seemed to vanish.

Dean stared at the empty space where she was once standing. Then he turned back to face his younger brother with a wacky grin, "That line usually works on nurses." Sam responded with nothing but the roll of his eyes.

Y/n had escaped into a toilet stall. She needed a moment - or two. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe the tattoo was a popular one. And maybe the placement of said tattoo was a popular one too. Yet, no matter how many times she went through that in her head, she truly couldn't convince herself of it. Not yet. Y/n knew that if she was ever going to let this go, she going to have to ask that patient straight up.

So she exited the bathroom and made a B-line for that same patient, Dean Winchester. "Hey," Chimed in the newest, junior nurse. One of which nagged and pooled with an annoying kind of enthusiasm. "Have you finished your rounds?" She queried.

Y/n didn't stop her stern walk. Never even looking to her new co-worker. All she did was utter a reply: "No." Then slipped into the room once more. This time, stable enough to speak.

Both brothers straighten up when they heard the click of the door. Sam was moving first, pushing himself from the wall. "Look, I'm sorry if he offended you with that comment-"

Once the door was shut, Y/n turned, her expression silencing Sam. Something was up. Both the boys could sense it on her face, a sort of confused terror sitting in her pupils. "I need to show you something." The brothers shared a look before glancing to the nurse. Y/n undid the top button of her scrubs, slowly pulling down the material to showcase the matching tattoo.

At first, a chuckle left Dean. "Certainly not what I expected." She buttoned up her t-shirt once more. "Nurse by day, hunter by night." Dean's grin was almost reaching his ears, seemingly captured by this girl.

Sam took a step forward, "Are you here about the werewolf case? Because we just finished that, it's why were here."

They were saying many words Y/n was unable to follow. And still, she was starring back at them with that confusion. "I'm sorry, werewolf?" She reiterated back to them in a lost stance.

The younger Winchester was beginning to catch on. Dean, however, not so much. "What? You've never come across a werewolf before?" Y/n was starting to think the two were crazy. Which, seemed to mean, her soulmate may be crazy too.

"Dean she's not a hunter." Said Sam. His sudden change in tone alerting the older boy. "She's your soulmate."

A scoff followed. Dean had been hunting for years now, travelling from town to town visiting each state. There came a point where he concluded that, since he hadn't found his soulmate through all of that travel, then maybe he mustn't have one. "I doubt that."

Sam grasped Y/n's arm, then Dean's too, pulling them aside one another. And there, starring them all in their face, matching scars exactly. "From the car crash." He reminded Dean.

Y/n snatched her arm back and glared down to the man she was meant to call soulmate. "I've got about a hundred others if you want to check." She spat back at him. Suppose now, after years of her body being treated like a punching bag, she built up a grudge for the man responsible.

"All in a days work, sweetheart." He quirked with a wink.

And like that, Y/n was shaking her head and walking out the door for what she hoped was the last time. He was her soulmate and she already seemed to despise him. Of course that was something only Dean Winchester could do.

Once the door was shut, Sam spoke again. "Idiot."

Dean looked at his brother, puzzled by his reaction to what just happened. "What?"

"You do realise she now hates you right?" He was pointing at the door, watching Dean as he pulled himself from the hospital bed.

The boy started grabbing his stuff, putting his jacket back on. "So?"

"So she's your soulmate."

To Sam, it seemed simple. Two people who are always bound to meet, bound to fall in love. Yet, for whatever reason, Dean was repelling it. "Exactly. It's probably better she hates me. Save her the very sad goodbye that'll happen after I tell her about vampires and demons and everything else in between that will come after her if we don't stay apart." Soulmate or not, she was an innocent human who Dean was eager to keep out of the danger that followed him.

"Didn't stop you with flirting with her before." Sam reminded him.

"Yes, because before it was going to be a no-strings-attached situation where we leave the next morning." Dean explained. Still, Sam wasn't seeming to buy it. "Look, you know what dad used to say. Us hunters were not meant for soulmates. If I don't keep her out of this, out my life, then she'll end up like..." Dean trailed along, shaking his head at the idea.

"She'll end up like Jess." Sam finished for him. The two looked at another, a sorrow seeming to settle in the room at Sam's deceased soulmate. "I get that you still look up to dad and he was a great hunter, Dean, but was he ever truly happy after mom died?" A question they could have pondered over much longer than they did. "Maybe she's your shot at happiness."

Yeah until she dies, Dean wanted to argue but Sam had already walked away.

While Dean contemplated this new found information, and tossed around the words from his younger brother, Sam went in search of Y/n. No matter what Dean thought, she deserved an apology, or something to just ease her mind. If the soulmate situation wasn't enough, the whispers of werewolves and hunters were.

She sat behind the reception desk, pretending as if her mind wasn't somewhere else as she flicked through patient notes. She sensed the taller Winchester without even needing to look up at him. "I've transferred Dean to another doctor." Her gaze met his. "We can just forget this ever happened."

Just like how Dean had wanted, Sam thought. "It doesn't have end-" He paused, eyes flicking to her name badge then back to her. "Y/n. I know Dean is rude, but you have to trust me, he's only wanting to protect you."

Y/n held in her scoff, standing from the desk and beginning to walk down the hallway. Sam never stopped trailing behind her, refusing to let Dean mess this up. Because only he would be able to stop what fate had lined up for him. "What? From that werewolf?" She mocked his words from before. "What did you say you were? Hunters?" Y/n hadn't realised it, but in the midst of her anger against fate for binding her to such a disappointing soulmate, her voice was beginning to rise. And, with that, she was beginning to gain concerned glances from patients and co-workers alike. "Did I get that right?"

Sam huffed and reach out his palm, gripping her forearm as to stop her. She didn't know it yet, but one day, she would thank the boy for that. "Can we go somewhere more...quiet and talk about this?" A blank expression starred back at him; Y/n wasn't so sure. "Please." He protested when she said nothing.

"Fine." And like that, Y/n dragged the boy into a room adjacent and shut the door behind them.

Sam wasn't sure where to start. This was always a difficult conversation to guide people through. And to someone who's so numb to the strangeness of the supernatural, it was even harder. "Look, there are things out there that are a secret for a reason. Things that are abnormal." He started, yet Y/n seemed to not be buying any of it.

"You want to talk about abnormal? You should see half the things that come through the ER." She pointed to the chaotic atmosphere that was ongoing outside the room. "Alright, just last week, had a guy ripped to shreds and he still lived. Or yesterday, a body came in, drained of blood. Doesn't mean it's a vampire, or a werewolf or whatever. Some things are just abnormal."

Sam had stopped listening with the mention of the body drained of blood. "You said that body came in yesterday?"

Y/n glanced back with wide eyes, "Sam, I was joking about the vampire part." She told him, but the look moulded onto Sam's face suggested he was anything but joking about this.

The boy was rushing out the door, gesturing for Y/n to follow. Reluctantly, and rather confused, Y/n followed. "Right quick run down." His voice was low as they weaved through the various nurses and doctors towards Dean's room. "Me and Dean, we're hunters. We hunt monsters. Yes, like vampires and yes, like werewolves. And what you just said, wasn't so much as a joke. If there's a vampire, probably means there's a nest. Which means a lot more bodies if we don't do anything."

By the time Sam had finished, they were stood outside Dean's room. Y/n was at a complete loss. She wasn't sure how quickly the last hour had just changed her life. First, she finds her soulmate, then she finds he's rather rude and now she's bombarded with monsters and creatures. "Your help could be useful. But you need to know that not everything me and Dean do is particular legal. And you should also know, it's dangerous. A lot of people die hunting."

"So what you're saying is, I could either die or loose my job?" She reiterated back to him.

"Yeah pretty much." Sam nodded. "Dean doesn't want you to be apart of any of this. But I think this is your choice to make. You can either turn your back now and go back to curing patients and saving lives that way, or you come with us, and help us to kill this nest of vampires. But just know, if you come with us, you're risking your life and all of this," Sam gestured to the place around them, to the life Y/n had created for herself here, "You can't return to it. Your choice."

Y/n should have probably thought of the decision more. Maybe it was the pull she felt for this soulmate of hers, or maybe it was the adrenaline that had built up over this day. But, for whatever reason, she said: "Okay. I'll help you." And that was the start of something.

Sam entered the room, Y/n behind him. Almost immediately, Dean was standing and he was cold in the presence of his future lover. "What is she still doing here?" He questioned with a huff, starring only at his brother.

Sam glanced back at the girl who looked like a very small fish in an very unfamiliar pond. "Dean, Y/n was just telling me that yesterday a body came through the ER-" He started.

The older Winchester was quick to cut him off, his gaze jumping to Y/n. "That usually happens here, doesn't it?" He taunted.

"The body was drained of blood." That small piece of information was enough to make the oh so proud Dean silent.

"You're thinking vampire?" He inquired.

"Unless you've got any other ideas."

Dean thought on it for a moment, his gaze lingering back on Y/n. "Excuse me while I just speak to my brother." He muttered, already grasping Sam by the arm and pulling him away from the girl who was still as lost as she was an hour ago. "Look I agree that we should stay in town if there's a nest here, but she won't be apart of it." The older brother spoke. His words whispers, yet with the few meters in the room, Y/n picked up on most of it.

"She can help us, she saw the body and has the patient notes." Sam attempted to convinced. Though, with the conversation they had prior, he wasn't so sure anything he could say in that moment would sway Dean's decision.

He shrugged, "Great. Then we get her to tell us everything she can and never see her again."

Sam was about to make another argument when, "You do realise I'm still stood across from you, right?" Y/n's stern tone cut through their mummers of concern. "And while you're whispering, it's rather loud. Sam's told me what I'm getting into just speaking to you guys, alright. I've spent most of my life saving people, I should still do that, even if it's a little...abnormal." The girl explained.

Dean had it stuck in his brain that this situation was A) never meant to happen, and B) If it did, he should do all that he can to push it away. Yet it seemed Y/n was going to make that difficult for him. "There's a big difference between taking a bullet out of someone and killing a nest of vampires. Especially when you don't know the first thing about it." The boy snapped back at her.

Y/n herself wasn't certain about this choice. But just the fact that Dean didn't want her apart of this, only made her yearn for it more, just to prove him wrong. "It's my choice." She reiterated the same thing Sam had told her before they entered this room.

Dean took a few steps forward until he was towering over Y/n. His pupils were blank and deep, his mouth caught in a stubborn straight line that made Y/n grow nervous for what was to come. "Did Sammy also tell you the story about what happened to his soulmate?" Her eyes flickered to the boy who had suddenly stiffened at the mention of such. "He wasn't even apart of all this hunter stuff when she died. I convinced him to come on a case, by the time he got home to Stanford and his apartment and his girlfriend, she was already dead. A demon had killed her." He paused, watching as thoughts passed through Y/n's mind. "We're going to sort out these vampires and you're going to stay here, help the people that you can and you won't even realise it's over."

And like that, with no chance for Y/n to even speak, Dean was walking away. She felt like she couldn't move. Her head was a mess, too many thoughts rushing through that she couldn't keep up with. "Here," Sam's voice pulled her out of the trance Dean had left her in. "If you need anything." She looked down, a fake FBI card with a number and address on it.

She took it without a word. One glance between the two and then Sam was walking away too. His hand was on the door knob when Y/n finally spoke again, "I'm sorry." The tall boy stopped in the doorway. "About your girlfriend."

He thought on it before turning around for the last time. "It's okay." He nodded to the girl and left.

Not only had Y/n just pushed her soulmate away, but she had learnt that many of creatures she was led to believe were a fantasy were, in fact, living among us. She wasn't sure which one scared her the most.

She left her shift early that day. Her mind felt as if it were swimming between these new thoughts, wondering about whether she'd come across a monster and not realised it, and then flicking back to questioning whether Dean would think about her again. Apart of her knew that the boy would, that she was his soulmate and that urged at least a passing thought. But, there was the other part of her, the bigger part, which reminded herself of everything she had just witnessed. Dean was rude and passive and wanted nothing to do with her - even if their souls were bound to one another.

It had made a long day and she needed sleep. Then, in the morning, with a clear head, she would figure this out. Alas, fate had different plans. If Dean wouldn't accept his soulmate, then the universe was just going to shove her into his life.

Y/n was waiting for the bus. The late bus. Which meant the bus stop was quiet, empty pretty much. It wasn't unusual for her to feel slightly paranoid in the dark like this, but with the knowledge of what hid in the shadows, her anxiety grew. "All by yourself?" She jolted, clutching her bag and facing the man that had joined her under the bus stop. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

She attempted to calm herself, but the tension in her shoulders never eased. "It's okay." She assured the man. He was tall and built with muscle and a crooked smile written into his expression. "Just been a long shift, that's all."

He started walking forward; Y/n started stepping backwards. "Oh, I bet." His smile faded into a sickly smirk.

"What are you doing?" She blurted out.

But, in the space of a second, everything became a blur. Y/n can't remember how it happened. Just the pain that followed. He launched for her, for her blood. In a flash, he was bleeding her dry, then he had disappeared.

The first thing she did was reach for her neck, retracting her palm that was now red. "Shit," She muttered to herself and then she started walking. She wasn't walking home. She wasn't walking back to the hospital. No, she was walking to the address that was printed on Sam's fake FBI business card.

While doing so, she tried to call them, using the same card for the phone number. She rang them three times. Each time: voicemail. "Hey Sam, it's me, Y/n, again." She huffed, continuing to drag her feet against the concrete path towards the motel. "I've just had a lovely encounter with one of your friends. Now I'm bleeding a lot and could use your help. So, if it's not too much, please just pick up your phone!" Maybe it the blood loss that was making her so angry. Or, maybe, she was just angry in general right now.

Around twenty minutes later, and a pint of blood, Y/n found the motel. There was one room with it's lights still on at this time. She could have been wrong to assume it was Sam and Dean, but at this point, she truly had no energy to care.

Her knuckles banged against the wooden door, waiting until finally, after Dean checked from the windows it wasn't another fanged friend, Sam opened the door. Almost instantly he had to catch Y/n in his arms as she struggled to hold herself up. "Would it kill you to answer your phone?" She groaned as Sam helped her over to the first bed. "Because it might just kill me."

"We were killing the nest. We just got back." The young Winchester informed.

Dean rushed to her, crouching by the bed as he looked up to the girl while Sam took the space on the bed to next her. "What the hell happened?" Dean panicked his hand taking over from Y/n's as to stop the bleeding bite mark.

"I was going home early." She laughed. If only she hadn't left early. "This guy, who now I realise wasn't so much of a guy as he was a blood-sucking maniac, came up to me. Before I know it, he just..." She shook her head at the painful memory which was coming back in flashes.

Dean's other hand reached for hers, brushing over her skin. "Its okay." He told her before his gaze jumped to Sam. "Get the med kit."

Sam nodded, muttering a, "Right." Before he was out the motel room and rushing to the car.

"How do you feel?" Dean asked as he scanned the girl's state.

Y/n didn't care for the scoff that slipped from her lips, "Oh I don't know. Just got the blood drained out of my body, so pretty shit, I'll be honest with you."

Had she not just gone through what she had, Dean might have quipped back with some witty insult. Instead, he bit his tongue. "I mean do the lights hurt your eyes? Are feeling hungry at all?" He questioned.

"I could definitely go for a burger right now, but the lights are fine." Confusion rose in Y/n when her stupid response seemed to put a certain part of Dean at ease. There was something she was missing here. Something she was willing to bet was to do with his hunter business. "Why?" She finally pressed, despite knowing the odds that he probably wouldn't tell her anyway.

"Checking he didn't turn you." That would have certainly made for a different type of night.

Y/n raised a brow when Dean stopped talking, "I'm guessing he didn't?"

"No, you're fine." He stood up, his touch leaving Y/n as he faced the window. "You're fine." He repeated. Though, this time, it was for himself, to assure himself that despite what Y/n had just come from, she was still here and she still a living breathing human. He turned in a sudden question of curiosity, "How come you left work early?" He asked.

Y/n shrugged as if that were something Dean should have found obvious. "Information overload I guess." She replied. "Finding your soulmate is one thing, learning that he hunts fictional monsters is another." A smile was beginning to grace her lips. Just a small one that came with the relief that, somehow, she had gotten through the day.

Dean, on the other hand, was suddenly riddled by guilt. Y/n saw it in his eyes. "So what you're telling me is that had I not showed up here, you would have finished your shift and got a different bus, at a different time? And you wouldn't have been a vampire's dinner." To Dean, this whole situation had very quickly turned into everything he had tried to avoid.

"That's one way to look at it." Y/n offered when that guilty glint in Dean's pupils never faded.

"And another?"

She shrugged as she pulled herself from the bed. There was little space between the two, Dean towering over the girl who looked up at him with a certain awe in her gaze. "That you're not a psychic. Though, I'm sure now that they do exist, I'm pretty sure had you been able to tell the future, Dean, you wouldn't have let this happen."

He didn't reply. Instead, he found his sights flickering between her eyes and her lips. Everything was screaming at him that this was a bad idea and that he should follow the same rules he's followed for years. Then, before he could even realise it, she was leaning in and his lips were captured by hers.

The motel door opened. The two pulled from one another. Sam stood awkwardly, yet proud, in the doorway.

Little shit, Dean thought, he had orchestrated this.

He flashed a smile to the couple before Dean readjusted himself and glared at his younger brother, "Where's the med kit, Sammy?" He questioned.

Sam's eyes went wide, already moving back out of the room. "Right, yeah." And like that, a giggle fell from Y/n's lips and everything seemed fine.

Sam soon returned, med kit in hand. Y/n was mended back up, snitched and everything. Then Dean insisted that she slept and rested after the night she'd had. The moment she was lulled into the dreams of an unconscious mind, Dean started packing. As did Sam. And in the early hours of the morning, while Y/n was still soundly asleep, the brothers were ready to move onto their next town.

"We don't have to leave yet, you know." Said Sam after wondering back into the motel room after stuffing his bag in the back seat. "Can wait till she wakes up. Say a goodbye."

Dean was stood in the midst of the room, his eyes lingering over the girl he wished he had never met. "No, I'm good." He answered before finally facing his younger brother. "Like I said, saving her a very sad goodbye."

"More like you're saving yourself that sad goodbye." Maybe Sam was wrong to assume that, but he knew there was a part of his older brother that was aching to stay here and to stay with her - even if every hunter handbook suggested otherwise. "It's alright to admit that this hurts, Dean. I mean she is your soulmate after all."

He glanced back at the girl. She slept peacefully and Dean didn't want to ruin that peace with the many monsters he hunted. So he shook his head and smothered himself into that nothing-hurts-me façade Sam knew all to well. "We should get going before we get stuck in morning traffic trying to get out of this stupid town." He stated as he made his exit.

Maybe Dean's mind on this soulmate situation had always been set in stone since he met Y/n. Or maybe, just maybe, he'd spent the whole time debating and urging to have her at his side. But if there was anything that made his choice certain in leaving, was seeing the girl wondering into their motel room at a stupid hour in the morning, bloody and bruised. While Y/n assured Dean that it hadn't been his fault, he couldn't help but blame himself. In that moment, he came to the conclusion he couldn't be so selfish to let such a thing happen again - even if she was his soulmate.

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Prime Fight (4 theories)

Did both Evil Morty and Morty Prime do more than we realize? (based on the Freaky Mortys: Unmorticken Edition theory, which you should totally go read, although I no longer think any "brain control" took place, just wireless communication)

Theory 1: Evil Morty did more than we realize

Here you can see Evil Morty just barely avoiding becoming a pancake by a Diane Bot:

Here you can see that Rick C-137 becoming a pancake apparently made a big impression on Evil Morty:

At the time I thought he was thinking:

"Ooh, did this do it? Are ya dead? No? Yes? No. Crap. WAIT! If our tank is down, I have to take over--" (I mean, I doubt Evil Morty would shed a tear for Rick C-137 dying, but he definitely doesn't want to get killed himself, sooo... go go go go)

However, if the above mentioned Unmorticken Freaky Mortys theory is correct, what he's really thinking is:

"Oooh, this thing is tough enough to bring a Rick down. Should destroy them all asap..."

And soon after, we indeed see an eyepatched Morty (whoever he is) shooting the Diane Bots down, so presumably that's what Evil Morty was thinking.

However, before that happens, this happens:

Right before Eyepatched Morty shoots them down, one of the Diane Bots hits Rick Prime.

AND EXPLODES.

That's new.

(even the way they strike is new)

I mean, it's weird enough that it hit Rick Prime in the first place! He's smart, wtf. Did he get sloppy? Does he have residual regrets about killing his wife? Does he like a challenge, and finds having to avoid his own weapons entertaining? Did the Diane Bot get confused because of the C-137 leg that was in Prime's shoulder? Technically all the above are possible explanations but we aren't given a specific explanation for such a crucial moment in the fight (which is kinda suspicious) and the Diane Bots had seemed accurate up to then.

And, uh... why did it explode? Is Rick Prime himself like a bomb, set to explode if he ever gets squished?

As the next scene pans out, we see that its fingers have been cut off by the explosion, and are all yellow. Which I get in this setting means "red-hot", but it could also be a color-coded message for us viewers that Evil Morty had something to do with the malfunction of the robot.

Like this moment:

And I'd like to point out that when Rick cuts something in half with his own knif-y thing, the cuts are traced blue:

Anyway there is a suspicious pause between the last moment when we see Evil Morty fighting (using the palm canon of the sliced Primebot to save Morty Prime's life) and the next moment we see him, kneeling on the floor with his arms over his head. Did he do nothing in between that time? (obviously he wasn't able to hijack the Dianebots like they did with the flying drone because then he wouldn't have guided Morty Prime to go shoot them down, he would have kept using them... But maybe he managed to only partially hijack its arm or do something else?)

So maybe when he was staring at C-137's incapacitated body, what Evil Morty was really thinking was:

"Oooh, this thing is tough enough to bring a Rick down. I should use this on Rick Prime."

Theory 2: Morty Prime did more than we realize

This scene? With the little salute?

Yeah, I'm now convinced that's Evil Morty gesturing while telepathically telling Morty Prime "Fly up to shoot the Dianebots, I'll go help Ri-FUCK"

And Morty Prime nods in agreement.

(I mean, we use gestures when speaking normally. It wouldn't be too weird to use them when speaking via brain linkage of eyepatch, too.)

And initially I thought that Evil Morty was brain-controlling both Morty Prime and the drone, but now I realize that would be pointless, and nothing but a drain for his concentration.

We've seen instances of Evil Morty's puppeteering, and it seemed he mostly had to pause what he was doing in order to puppeteer Evil Rick, at least when it came to key fighting moments.

Note how they had to shoot one by one and didn't attack simultaneously?

But even if he got better with practice and by now can totally control more than one person's body... if Evil Morty was able to control the drone, he didn't need Morty Prime to also be riding it, getting in great heights and risking breaking his neck.

So yeah, that Morty flying up, piloting the drone via eye-patch, shooting Dianebots? That is Morty Prime being extremely cool all by himself (I think lol, all this is just speculation).

Theory 3: Evil Morty' story keeps getting sadder and sadder

I no longer think any actual temporary brain "control" took place, because:

a) I doubt that Morty Prime would ever agree to that, no matter how Evil Morty could have presented it as a perk.

b) It'd be creepy as heck for Evil Morty to just have a spare brain control eyepatch lying around in his space mansion, like, uh, that feels too much even for him. I mean, he lives all alone, he didn't expect anyone to ever visit, it'd be like he was obsessing with the idea of mind controlling Morty Prime this whole time. That's that's that's way too creepy. NOPE.

c) Evil Rick needed brain surgery to be mind controlled. Cables wired in his brain and stuff. Sounds time consuming to perform when you have to hastily prep before a big fight, even if you can pause time in your awesome space mansion with time crystals. (And Morty Prime got scanned while being a kuato, if there were cables in his skull Rick would have spotted them). I doubt Evil Morty would have been able to substitute doing a brain surgery with something as simple as wearing an eyepatch, otherwise he'd slap one on Rick Prime. The closest thing to instant brain-override on a person we've seen are those fingergun things.

But I totally think Morty Prime wearing the eyepatch allows him to wirelessly communicate with Evil Morty's brain (i.e. with Evil Morty's own implant) in real time. Which feels a lot more exposing for Evil Morty, because while Morty Prime only gets a screen before his eyes, Evil Morty would be basically linking his own freaking brain to an object gifted to a third party, which if used maliciously could probably be turned against him (*hold that thought). And therefore it is a lot friendlier, and nicer, and more likely for Morty Prime to agree to see Evil Morty's thoughts presented to him in text form than it'd be to agree to get mind-controlled. And I can totally see Evil Morty creating such a nice eyepatch for his potential companion in the same way he built a second seat in his spaceship. (Which, in turn, would mean that the little yellow robotic-brain-override cylinder that Morty Prime uses to control the drone was also equipment specifically made for Evil Morty's potential companion so that he, too, could have a mild version of Evil Morty's signature brain-related capabilities)

And yeah, because Evil Morty trusts no one, the extra eyepatch has a built-in mind-blower-like gimmick, scrambling Morty Prime's memories of what happened, so that:

(a) he cannot tell Rick C-137 details of Evil Morty's space base, and

(b) Evil Morty cannot get disappointed when Morty Prime inevitably turns his back to follow Rick C-137. The whole experience can be reduced to a single "thanks for the assist".

And maybe I'm just grabbing at straws, because Evil Morty has a very small range of casual expressions ranging from annoyed to deadpan to the one I call tired & miserable so you can never really be sure what he's thinking or feeling, but... uh...

His expression does change the moment he turns his back to Morty Prime, to the tired & miserable version.

I doubt that he informed Morty Prime of the built-in mind blower thing beforehand, but even if he did I feel like Morty Prime would understand this particular precaution.

(*did you hold that thought?)

Theory 4: A worrying scenario

We've seen Rick C-137 using a Prime drone (that he got from that time portal travelers were reset) to begin tracking Rick Prime down.

(Evil Morty's first puppet)

(Evil Morty's first eyepatch)

(freaking evidence)

(Evil Morty's awesome golden sword)

(Evil Morty's communication eyepatch and the remains of the drone he overrode, with the little golden override cylinder presumably still attached)

(Evil Morty's awesome finger gun brain-overriding bullets)

Boy, I know you're not used to people going after you, specifically, because you appear either too innocent to be dangerous, or you appear too dangerous to be worth attacking (and I know you're a clone so you're not used to someone telling you to clean your room), but please stop littering. Stop leaving remains of your tech just lying around. I don't want anyone to trace you back by studying your awesome brain tech. Please stop. Stop stop stop.

[rainydaywhump]

Reed pt 8 - Forced to Watch (Whumpcember Day 16, Alt 2)

<- Pt. 7 - Pt. 9 ->

Cervine finds that Reed has been captured again, and she's feeling guilt. Aaaaand murder.

In other words: Cervine remembers being made to wait to rescue Reed until the cover of night, during which she had to watch what the enemy soldiers were doing to him.

CWs: male whumpee, degradation, dehumanization, creepy whumpers, multiple whumpers, caretaker fucking kills them, please not that irl medieval-ish combat was not nearly this easy unless you were really good at it, which I've decided Cervine is. Blood, some gore that isn't described much, restraints on whumpee.

I lost him.

I left him alone and defenseless.

I may as well have tossed him over enemy lines myself.

Cervine stared at the hoofprints leading away from their campsite, lips pursed and eyes smarting with anger. She had left for a last-minute forage for some more medicinal plants, and she'd left Reed on his own. After being held captive for two weeks and then being under her constant care and company for nearly another week, she figured he'd want some alone time before the journey home. Seeing as they were in no man's land, she'd thought that no one would stumble across him in the two hours that she was gone.

The shirt he'd been altering was cast aside, needle and thread still nearby. A little more searching and she found his dagger lying in the grass. But none of the items in their shelter had been taken or moved -- meaning whoever had taken him either didn't think to look or didn't even realize that they were there.

Evidently, she'd been wrong. Reed was incredibly strong considering he'd held out against his interrogators. He had been a capable agent before his time in captivity, and he would certainly become one once again, once he was fully recovered. But he wasn't fully recovered yet, and though he was highly intelligent, brave, and strong-willed, those traits wouldn't have been enough against brute strength.

Which meant Reed hadn't told anyone about her.

Which meant she stood a better chance of finding him again.

I lost him. I did this to him.

He suffered so much and he was just starting to heal a little mentally, and I betrayed him.

If he had told his attackers about me, I would've deserved it. I would deserve to be in his place. This was my mistake, not his.

The Laarylni agent knew that she had made another mistake in her mission to rescue the missing allied spy, and that was getting attached to him. She'd actually let herself care about him, not just for him. And she didn't try to resist that anymore, either. Cervine had been on rescue missions before, and she'd always been able to be calm and compartmentalized about it, but this...this was different.

A cold chill ran through her as she considered another aspect of her failure: she had never properly hidden the bodies of Reed's previous captors, the band of semi-autonomous Halyen warriors who had kidnapped him and tortured him relentlessly for two weeks. To be fair, she reasoned, she hadn't had time -- Reed was in desperate need of urgent medical attention, and that took priority. But Cervine had to admit that a large part of her carelessness came from pure emotion.

She closed her eyes and slipped into a memory of the day and night that followed her search for the missing spy.

...

The soldiers were awake and mostly sober when she settled into her hiding spot.

On a slight rise on the knoll, hidden by rocks and scraggly bushes, Cervine hunkered down under the protection of her cloak -- mottled with the colors of the landscape and breaking up her silhouette -- and forced herself to take deep breaths while otherwise staying as still as possible. She needed to make sure that she was calm despite what she was seeing, and she needed to stay perfectly still so as not to attract any attention. As darkness fell, motion would be all the more visible to the soldiers.

She wanted to jump right in and grab Reed, but she had come all this way and she wasn't going to risk mission failure just because she was being forced to watch the torture they put him through.

She watched them pull his hair and tie a thick collar around him, then tighten it until he passed out -- and then they slapped him awake or carved slits into his skin until he came to from the pain. They tied a chain leash to the collar and bound him in a kneeling position by their feet as they ate and he starved. They beat him, and then they patted his head and stroked his thighs and chest after in a sickening show of possession and dehumanization.

She watched as one of the soldiers eyed him up all afternoon and then advanced when the sun fell, rope and knife in hand. Reed, who had been reduced to a limp, bloodied, bruised body at this point, flinched at the sight of him -- and though Reed was too weak and likely too starved to retaliate at all, the soldier took sickening pleasure in calling over his comrades to hold Reed down and twist him into a painful hogtie, gagging him even more for the night.

I'm sorry, she thought, wishing there was some way he could hear her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not saving you now. I can't risk them hurting you or threatening to kill you if we reach a stalemate. I need you out of the way, safe.

Throughout all of this, Reed didn't crack -- and, more strangely, the soldiers only demanded information from him a few times. The rest of their abuse was merely for fun. To Cervine's horror, two of them (including their apparent leader) could even be heard talking about just taking him as a plaything instead of giving him up to more effective interrogators.

When the Harp constellation was high and the insects stopped buzzing for a moment, Cervine made her move.

The soldier on watch duty was first. Reed had made some sort of noise -- a whimper, she thought -- and the guard had made a derisive remark. Cervine shadowed spider-like through the tall grasses until she was poised, crouched on the balls of her feet, just behind the soldier.

She felled him with a simple and silent blow to the neck, nearly severing his vead and stifling his chokes with his own tunic. He may have made a small noise as she stepped over him, but he was far enough from the others that no one heard.

Eleven to go.

With a rush of addictive adrenaline, Cervine advanced and managed to stab two more through the heart before the others woke. They were up in a fury, shouting to each other and grabbing their weapons --

-- and Cervine let them.

She didn't want to kill sitting ducks. She wanted to show them that they deserved their deaths.

"Who the fuck are you?!" One soldier shouted, but Cervine didn't answer. They didn't need to know.

After that, the only sounds she heard were those that were relevant to the fight. Quick as a hawk, Cervine ran one enemy through and pivoted to parry the next, then slice the soldier from her collarbone to her armpit. More came and Cervine dodged, nimbly avoiding killing blows and turning to face them from a new angle, then another, and then another at which point the soldiers were disoriented in the dark and Cervine launched herself at them with cold, vicious pleasure.

Disarm, stun, stab to the torso, slash to the guts. Fresh blood and sickly sweat permeated her nose. Cervine breathed it all in. Parry, dodge, jump, forward, slash -- Cervine tumbled under two soldiers and cut them both down at the knees, their screams going unheard.

A killing blow to one, two, three. Two more left to kill and one actively dying. By now the two left were running away, but Cervine caught up easily. She took down one and slowed as she advanced on the last, who had fallen and was now scrambling backwards on the ground, pleading. He'd dropped his axe in panic; Cervine picked it up.

Her ears tuned in. "Why are you doing this? Just take us prisoner, we haven't done anything!"

She blinked slowly and jerked her chin over to where Reed lay.

The soldier's eyes widened even more, if possible. "Him?! He's a failed messenger! He's a worthless piece of meat! Why are you --"

"The custom in your army," Cervine cut in. "It is a disgrace to die without weapon in hand, yes?"

The enemy slumped back, staring at her with something that resembled acceptance.

"You are...an honorable enemy," he whispered gratefully.

Cervine made sure he saw her toss the axe aside before she killed him.

...

The rest of the night's sound finally returned to her conscious brain, and Cervine checked to make sure that each of Reed's torturers was well and truly dead. The whole fight had taken nearly thirty minutes. When she wrote up an official report, she knew, it would sound as if it was easy -- but she was panting, bloodstained, and nearly completely exhausted.

None of that mattered compared to Reed, though.

Cervine rushed over to where he lay. Turning him over to cut his restraints, she found that he was out cold -- whether out of pain, exhaustion, injury, or a mix, she didn't know. She checked his pulse and did a quick scan of his bare body for any urgent wounds. Finding none of the latter, Cervine sat back with his head in her lap for just a moment to catch her breath.

The adrenaline and anger were quickly wearing off, and the agent had to fight off a wave of despair at Reed's state.

"Come on," she whispered to him, although there was no way he could hear her. Cervine gently lifted the unconscious young man into something vaguely resembling a bridal carry and wrapped his ragged blanket over him, shielding his back from the cold and pressing his chest against hers.

"Let's get you home, Reed."

...

Standing alone in front of Reed's discarded shirt, Cervine forced herself to calm down. She needed to be calm if she wanted to find him again, after all.

She wondered if his new captor knew about the twelve murdered soldiers. If his new captor had told him, Reed would know that it was she who did it.

Cervine didn't regret it for their sake, but she felt a quiet sadness when she thought of Reed's potential reaction upon learning how easily she'd done it.

@whumpcember @i-eat-worlds @pigeonwhumps

[thousand-winters]

It might be terrible, but i like to imagine a scenario where some time after the epilogue, just when Hunter has somewhat healed and got used to his new life, something bad happens that threatens his new life and his family, and Hunter either goes a little feral or just shuts down.

in particular i imagine it as Darius getting injured, maybe because of a plot from remaining Belos supporters or even a freak accident, and for double angst Hunter either shuts down, not knowing what to do, or immediately goes after whoever caused the injury, so later he blames himself for doing that instead of actually helping (as he sees it).

Honestly, while the main threat (Belos and the Emperor's Coven in general) is gone, it is likely things will be a bit of a struggle for a while. On one hand, there's the rogue Coven Heads that still seemed to want to keep the Empire going except with them at the helm, aka, Terra, Adrian and Vitimir, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if it's not only them, but other scouts who don't love the dissolution of Belos' reign and would like back the power they used to have.

There were some really weird scouts out there, like that one that wanted to straight up kill Hunter for kicking them.

So yeah, I can totally picture some kind of accident occurring and it would make sense if it's, say, the rogue ex-Coven Heads, going after Darius, Eber and Raine since they were the rebels who they could easily blame for "ruining everything", even if they were proven right when it came to Belos' intentions. How they could get the jump on Darius is hard to say since he's, well, Darius, and I love him a lot but my man is a little bit overpowered with that skillset of his. Their best chance would probably do the same thing they did during the Day of Unity and weaponize someone he cares about against him, because Darius particularly tends to panic when his loved ones are on the line.

I could see them potentially targeting them during some kind of family outing because then they have Darius and Eber right there, which means they can also use Hunter and Eber to keep Darius from tearing them to pieces right there if they're fast enough.

What I'm picturing here is they try to take them by surprise and perhaps they DO grab Hunter, Eber and Darius freeze a bit because that's their kid and they might risk many things but they wouldn't risk him, and even if it's a moment of distraction only, it's just enough for someone to attack Darius and injure him.

That would probably only work if Hunter's teleportation magic is a bit flickery and doesn't always work, but I imagine he would absolutely lose his head as soon as he sees Darius bleeding, and while perhaps the smart choice would be to grab him and try to get him away or stay behind to guard him while Eber fights (like Eber would probably tell him to do), considering how protective Hunter is, I think he would definitely have a little moment of shock and then get absolutely vicious with whoever it was that managed to hurt Darius... probably Terra considering those three skillsets, hers is the better suited for that.

Between him and Eber, they can probably at least fend them off and get Darius somewhere safer, but then the guilt is so gonna hit Hunter because while he didn't want to leave Eber alone either, he just sees Darius looking a bit pale and thinks that not only was it his fault, but his first instinct was to attack instead of staying by his side like Darius would probably have done and now he feels like the worst person on the Realms.

They're going to need a long talk about how protecting Darius and Eber is not Hunter's responsibility and it's also not his fault that everyone knows they're protective enough of him that he makes good bait if they can get their hands on him.

(By the way, this comes at a really good time because this lovely fic has a very similar premise to what you described, and if you haven't already, you should totally go check it out)

[jungk0oksthighs]

Pi Gasu | Divine Sinner 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, E2L, vampire!jungkook

Word Count - 4.5k

It doesn’t take long for you to realise that vampires are just assholes with fangs. Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, violence, drugs, sex and insecurity

SERIES COLLECTION | VISUALS

“Name?”

“Y/N.”

“What’s the reason you’re applying to be a donor?” The man’s voice down the phone is low and absent, as though he’s done this countless times before and you’re just another part of his mundane day.

Pausing, you ponder. What is the reason you’re applying to be a donor? Everybody in their right mind knows that vampires are dangerous, they’re born killers. Well bitten killers, since their species were once human until they were turned. Truthfully you’ve been considering doing this for a while now, a girl at college casually threw into conversation how much money she makes in this secret business hidden behind the ruse of a strip club. Actually, you haven’t seen her in a while…

It’s genius really, whoever came up with that idea is one smart cookie. Strip clubs are shady at the best of times, it’s almost too obvious to have an underground business there. Nobody would ever think to check. The truth is you just need the money. But as you’ve come to learn, it’s very exclusive and difficult to get into.

You sigh, tapping fingernails against your phone that’s pressed against your ear. “I… I need the money.”

“Are you taking any blood thinning medications?”

The question leaves a sour taste on your tongue, winning you to bite back a grimace. “No.”

“Do you take any illegal substances?” The man sounds bored, you can’t help but notice. You wonder how many applicants they must receive and speak with, since not many people know about this place as far as you’re aware.

“No.”

“Any history of sexually transmitted diseases or HIV?”

You frown, “No.”

“When was the last time you were screened for such diseases?”

Tonguing your cheek you can’t ignore the disgust lingering in your veins, “This year, I’m clean. I don’t see how that’s relevant though since I’m not applying to have sex with anyone.”

A deep throaty chuckle fills the silence down the line, “Have you ever donated before?”

“No.” You roll your eyes, growing impatient.

There’s a brief pause when the man clicks his tongue, he sounds much more invested in this conversation than he did twenty seconds ago. “So have you ever been bitten?”

“No, never.”

It’s no secret that there are good vampires and bad vampires in the world, much like there are good people and bad people. The good vampires will go to the hospital once a month for a supply of blood bags, doing everything by the book as a way to avoid being executed. 

The bad vampires however, though they’re pretty rare these days, will attack humans as they please. Killing some, maiming others, maybe even turning a couple of humans here and there. All of which is illegal. But vampire attacks do happen, and statistically speaking young women are usually their bread and butter, a categoric blanket that covers both your gender and age group. At least six girls at college have had their own nightmarish experience with a vampire that you know of.

Thankfully you’ve never encountered such horrors. 

Maybe that’s why you’re willing to consent to giving blood fresh from your veins to one of their kind, because you don’t know the reality of what it’s like to be bitten. But you do know the harsh reality of humanity and all the hardships it brings, which is precisely why you’ll do just about anything for cash right now. You need to, before it’s too late.

“So… How much does this pay exactly?” You gnaw your lip nervously, dragging yourself from your own depressing train of thought.

The man clears his throat, “Once we receive proof that you’re not lying about your medical history you’ll get an upfront payment of one thousand. Think of it like an honesty bonus. Then depending how in demand you are at the club when you start, you can earn anything from one thousand per client. If you’re really in demand you can charge as much as you’d like.”

“So do you need me to send my medical records—”

“We’ll take care of it from our end. Once that’s done I’ll be in touch.” The way his voice threateningly lowers an octave makes every hair on your body stand to attention, but you find a way to push through the anxiety. “It’s safer for you to keep this to yourself by the way. Trust me.”

“Of course.” You exhale nervously. “And what’s your name please?”

“Namjoon. Speak soon love.”

Just like that the conversation is over as quickly as it began.

It’s Friday morning the next time you hear from Namjoon, he sends you a small text message that makes your blood run cold as soon as you read it.

Namjoon: Everything is in order, we’ll pick you up at nine. Welcome to Euphoria

Concentration isn’t something you’re capable of for the rest of the day. Your mind solely fixated on what could possibly happen tonight. You’ve never seen a vampire in the flesh before, much less allowed one to drink from you. Will it hurt? What if they lose control and kill you? You’re a mess, simultaneously regretting this decision and knowing you’d be a fool to turn down that kind of money right now.

Thankfully you live alone in a small apartment thirty minutes away from campus, meaning you’re free to rush around your bedroom as noisily as possible while you find something to wear. It’s a strip club. Something slutty would be the obvious choice. But then what if vampires don’t like that… You scoff, kicking your head back with a frustrated groan while raking through the depths of your wardrobe. What do they like? And where do vampires even drink from? The neck? The wrist? The thigh? Anywhere? You swallow uncomfortably. 

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.

After settling on a little black dress that’s proven to be popular amongst your male peers at frat parties, you sigh and lock your door. To say you’re anxious would be the understatement of the century. The tallest stilettos you own pinch your feet as you make your way down to the front of the building. It’s nine pm on the dot when a large black car with blacked out windows pulls up to where you’re standing.

The drivers window rolls down, revealing… exactly what you expected. It’s a man who looks to be in his mid-twenties, the tanned skin of his youthful face glows beautifully beneath the moonlight. It’s his teeth and smile that win your attention first, you don’t see any obvious fangs but he looks… sinister. The black turtleneck he wears draws attention to his angled jawline. His hair is smoky grey, parted in the middle exposing his thick brows which draw your focus to his hooded crescent moon-like eyes that are already stuck on you.

“Are you Y/N?” He sounds equally as malevolent as he appears, your heart already thumping hard in your chest with fear.

You nod, and his grin widens.

“Get in.”

Another man walks round the car, having just slid out of the passenger side. He pulls the back door open for you and you don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his thick neck when he watches you clamber into the vehicle. Albeit not very elegantly, pulling your dress down to cover what little dignity remains.

“Nice to see you’ve dressed up for the occasion love.” The man, who from his voice and eerie pet name you recognise as Namjoon chuckles. Locking you inside.

Namjoon looks to be around the same age as the designated driver, perhaps a year or two older at most. His hair is also dyed you notice, mousy brown and pushed back at the hairline with shaved short sides above the ears which gives him a smart, almost sexy businessman-like appeal. If it wasn’t for the soft dimples piercing his cheeks when he spoke and smiled you’d find him equally as threatening as the other man. Maybe more so, since he’s wearing a full suit and you get the feeling he’s… important.

The driver’s brows furrow when he turns to watch you in the backseat, nostrils flared and eyes darkening with something that intimidates you further. When Namjoon clicks himself into the passenger side in front of you he does the self and same thing. Slowly craning his neck to get a better look at you, intrigued. Both men are staring at you intensely, earning you to awkwardly clear your throat which thankfully snaps them out of whatever the hell just happened.

Namjoon’s tongue clicks the roof of his mouth with curious features when the driver finally starts the engine. “I’m Namjoon, we spoke on the phone… This-“ He plants a firm hand on the other man’s shoulder, “Is Jimin.”

“Hi.” Is all you manage to choke out, since the windows are stained black you’ve no idea where you’re going – which only increases your growing concern. It feels as though moths are eating their way thought your stomach lining with each moment that passes.

“Hi.” Jimin grins, gaze briefly flickering to the rear-view mirror to watch you again.

“So…” You puff out your cheeks awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs, “Are you two—”

“Mhm.” Jimin hums rather smugly, “We are. Everybody you’ll meet tonight will be too, so if I were you I’d get used to it now while there’s only two of us here.”

“I see.”

Namjoon looks physically uncomfortable, rolling down his window some for fresh air. You don’t recognise what little road and city you can make out from the backseat, further amplifying your nerves. Perhaps you’ve made a mistake.

You’ve only met two vampires in your entire life and they happen to be driving you seemingly miles away, and they’re intense. Very intense. The atmosphere in the car is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. How the fuck are you going to be able to donate to one of these… things, without getting yourself killed?

“Do you have any air freshener in here?” Namjoon asks while he’s already searching the glovebox with a tight set jaw.

Jimin snorts, flashing that sinister smile once again when his eyes catch yours in the mirror. “If I did don’t you think I would’ve used it by now?”

“Open your window then, I can’t fucking breathe in here.”

The driver rolls his eyes but obliges, until the wind is deep in your hair are the car speeds down another dimly lit street you don’t recognise. It’s freezing now, you don’t understand the sudden tension and need for fresh air but it’s making your bones shiver.

Jimin coughs before wetting his lips, turning the vehicle round a sharp corner. “You’ve never donated before, right?”

From the backseat you shake your head, feigning confidence when in reality you’re scared shitless of them. “That’s right. I’ve never been bitten either.”

Pained laughter rolls off the grey-haired man’s tongue, briefly squeezing his eyes shut as though he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Hope you don’t have plans for the next few days, cause you’re gonna be sore as hell tomorrow.”

You swallow, “Sore…?”

Namjoon smiles, his once friendly looking dimples now feel nothing but menacing. “Our boss will go over everything with you soon. But he’s right, you should cancel any upcoming plans. You’ll thank us later.”

“Reckon Guk will give us a staff discount?” Jimin’s brow quirks when the car slows down, signalling you’ve arrived. Namjoon chuckles but doesn’t answer him, provoking the driver to speak up again, “Like you wouldn’t be interested if he said we could.”

“That’s if he even lets her donate… Something tells me we might be driving you home pretty soon Y/N.” He’s laughing and you get the impression the pair are mocking you right to your face.

“He’d be an idiot to send her home, think of the money she’ll make.”

“Does money outweigh the risks? I’ve never known... Well you know.”

“Mmm. Guess it’s up to the big guy himself from here, we’ve done our bit.” 

Are you not good enough for them? Are you somehow different to their usual… donors? Your self-esteem takes a hit when Jimin parks the car, briefly glancing at the length of your dress before shaking his head with a mild smile. You press your legs together to shield yourself from his gaze but it’s too late, he’s chuckling to himself when he unclicks his seatbelt.

When you step out of the car it’s clear you’ve arrived. Euphoria. That’s the name of the strip club, it’s red neon sign looks almost… classy, in comparison to how you thought a strip club would look. And the interior is no different once you’re inside. Everything in here seems luxurious, expensive, elegantly eccentric and niche but it’s not too much. It all kind of makes perfect sense to you. You don’t have time to drink in your surroundings properly because soon Jimin’s harshly gripping your wrist and tugging you into his toned chest.

“I-, Sorry.” He exhales before wetting his plump lips, pushing you away with some force, chest noticeably heaving up and down with each ragged breath.

“Keep it together. You good?” Namjoon asks, concerned gaze flickering between you and Jimin who look equally as shocked as each other right now. What the fuck was that? Did he just blindside you? For what?

“I’m fine…” You mumble, though your increasing heartrate may prove otherwise.

“Jimin take her downstairs, I’m gonna warn Seokjin. Try not to kill her.”

Being vampires they must be able to sense you’re nervous, right? They must know you’re scared shitless, it’s blatantly obvious at this point. The money. That’s all you’re here for. Money. You’ll donate blood to however many vampires you can to get as much money as you need. And then this will be over. You’ll be here for a couple months tops, is what you convince yourself in that moment. It’ll be fine. You mentally repeat those words over and over like your own personal mantra.

Soon you’re being lead into a dimly lit room where you’re told the boss of this place will come down and go over everything with you as a group. You and the other new donors. There are five men here whose names you can’t remember already, your mind being somewhat occupied on the tensity of the situation you’ve put yourself in. There’s another girl too, she looks around your age and you think she said her name is Betty. Thankfully Namjoon seated you next to her when he came back, in the centre of the room that looks to be a private study.

Betty is wearing a short wine coloured PVC dress that screams equal parts 90’s Pamela Anderson and ‘I work at a strip club’. She looks amazing, her boobs are huge and pushed all the way up to her collarbones, choppy dark hair grazes her shoulders lightly when she plays with it. She’s the embodiment of female empowerment, she’s so sexy. You can’t help but feel a little self-conscious in her presence.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” A third vampire enters the room. You recognise he’s not human because he looks similar to Jimin and Namjoon. The flawless glowing skin, the darkness behind his eyes. That evil smile. Even his voice sounds sinister.

“I’m Betty!” The girl next to you grins, noticeably ogling the newcomer. And who could blame her? He’s… unreal.

The nameless vampire is blonde, which contrasts beautifully against his tanned skin. His eyes are feline-like and swimming with seduction when he drags them up and down your seated frame. It’s intense. He’s intense. His plump lips are ever so slightly ajar before they break into a somewhat bloodthirsty looking smirk. A black suit jacket with gold detailing clings to his tall frame when he leans against the door he’s just closed, pulling a cherry lollipop from his pocket and salaciously swirling his tongue around it before it winds up between his teeth.

After the longest minute of your life he peels his gaze away from you, turning his attention to the girl beside you. “Nice to meet you Betty, I’m Taehyung.” He audibly cracks his neck, taking the lollipop from his mouth and gesturing to you with it, “I this little dress of yours… You smell to die f—”

“Don’t.” Namjoon warns him from the corner of the room with folded arms and a hot-tempered expression.

At this the blonde vampire quickly raises his brows, making his way over to the dimpled man. “You’re telling me I’m the only one who can—”

“You’re not. Trust me, you’re not.” Jimin chuckles from the other side of the room while he adjusts the neckline of his sweater, though his features are crumpled with discomfort.

Nothing makes sense here. All you know is that this is the most confused and uncomfortable you’ve ever felt in your whole life. Every pair of eyes in the room are trained to you, making you feel smaller than small beneath their judgemental gazes. Even Betty is looking at you with something akin to disgust tugging her red glossy lips down. To say you feel self-conscious would be significantly dumbing it down. You feel… Like this was a mistake.

The door you initially entered opens slowly, revealing two more vampires.

They’re even more beautiful than the others, both of them have striking visuals that have sweat beading down the spans of your exposed back. They’re both stunning, like something straight from a romance novel where the male love interest is described to be perfect in every single way. They’re perfect. Actually perfect, it’s sickening. But one of them catches your eye more than the other, and he’s already staring back at you. Intensely, because apparently that’s the only way vampires look at you.

“You. What’s your name?” He barks, voice venomous and dripping with hatred.

Judging by his obvious dominance he’s the boss around here. All eyes are now trained on him as opposed to you, which you’re thankful for. His hair is long, coming down to his nose, it’s parted in the middle and black in colour, messily tickling his hooded eyes that continue to stare you down. The curve of his nose is the softest feature on his face, winning you to look there instead of directly in the fire of his unwavering gaze. His jaw looks tight enough to break, his lips are parted but reveal no trace of emotion. His shoulders are broad enough to have the material of his black shirt threaten to tear. He’s in great shape, he looks strong. A lot stronger than the others. And a hell of a lot stronger than you.

His line of vision drops to your frame, for a moment it looks as though he’s ogling your body beneath the coal fabric of your mini dress before he turns away from you. Thank god. You offer a small closed smile, hoping your shaky breaths don’t betray you and you’re able to speak without trembling. He looks terrifying, like he’d kill you in an instant without a second of hesitation. The way he makes you so nervous and frightened is a cold reminder of what this place is. And who he is. 

What he is.

“Y/N.”

The boss wets his lips, earning you to notice the small silver lip ring to the right corner of his mouth. His neck, hands, actually all the exposed skin he’s displaying is littered with dark permanent artwork. Including the two tiny script face tattoos you can’t quite read that sit underneath each of his haunted eyes.

“Follow me.” He turns on his heel, facing the other eerily beautiful vampire he appeared with. You can’t help but notice anger still lingers in his words, he’s no closer to calming down. Unless he’s just always like that. “Go through everything with the donors, I’ll be back soon.”

The other man simply nods, and soon you’re being escorted up a stairwell that glows red from the crimson tube lights that lead the way. You make sure to keep your distance from the boss and ask him no questions, a fraction of reassurance that he won’t kill you if you don’t provoke him. This was definitely a mistake. Maybe you can find the money somewhere else? Perhaps you could go work in a normal strip club? Even McDonald’s sounds better than this place right now. And safer. Definitely safer.

“In here.” His voice is low and gruff, agitated, when he pushes open a door that seems to be the furthest away from the entrance to the building. He must be able to sense how scared you are, how on edge this entire situation makes you.

But you still don’t say a single word – simply head into the room that you quickly register is an office of some sorts. Though it looks more like a hidden library in a gentleman’s club, it’s huge, and the walls are adorned with books that look older than time itself. There’s a fireplace in here too, the crackling sounds are deafening in the otherwise silent room. Two mahogany leather sofas sit in front of the fire, facing each other a good few meters away from the desk. You turn and peer up at who you can only assume is the owner of this place, he’s so tall that he towers over you, even with your painful stilettos.

“Sit.” His stare manages to snap away from you for a split second to one of the sofas, and you don’t talk back despite the fact he’s just spoken to you how an owner would treat their pet. You sit down, tugging your dress as far down your legs as much as the material will allow.

And then he closes the door, trapping you both inside, the little optimism you had toward the situation quickly vanishing. The man makes his way over within a few resentful steps, until he’s sitting opposite you and you’re the only thing he’s focussed on. With flared nostrils and tightly balled inked fists he finally speaks, more than two words this time.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“W-what?” You blink, taken aback by his sudden interest in your safety when you don’t even know his name. “No… I came here—”

“To be a donor. I know.” He rubs his face hard enough to bruise. “You haven’t donated before?”

“No, this will be my first time… I’ve never even been bitten.”

The man inhales sharply, sinking back into the sofa with his eyes squeezed shut and features contorted with something akin to pain. He looks so angry, so hostile, so… inhumane. Yet so beautiful all at once. His eyes are still closed when his tongue clacks against the roof of his mouth, allowing you a moment of time to concentrate on the words tattooed underneath them.

Divine. Sinner.

A contradiction in itself. He doesn’t give you long to ponder it though because when his eyes snap open they’re already on you, and you look away.

“You don’t belong here.”

“I’m desperate for the money.” You say, almost argumentatively which seems to amuse him because he smirks.

“So desperate that you’d risk your life?”

“Yes…” Your exhale is shaky, but the impatience on your face is too noticeable for him to miss. “Do you interrogate all your donors?”

“Would it make you feel more comfortable if I said yes?”

You nod, “It would.”

“Well then I’m sorry to inform you that’s not the case.” He bares his white teeth for a split second, before resetting his features to his default brooding vampire mode.

“Why am I in here with you when the other donors are downstairs?”

He pauses, making a tsk sound between his teeth and tongue. “I told you, you don’t belong here. You being here is going to end up with you getting killed, or worse.”

“What could possibly be worse than death?” You swallow, nervously playing with the hem of your dress.

At this he watches you again, even closer, more intimately despite the fact there’s a significant distance and a roaring fire between you. It’s when he tongues the inside of his cheek with a quirked brow that you begin to feel self-conscious again. Are you seriously not up to his standards? Blood is just blood, right? You sigh irritatedly, making sure to look him dead in the eye when a surge of empowerment washes over you. Fuck these guys, assholes.

“Look if I’m not good enough for you that’s fine, you don’t need to beat around the bush,” You spit, which visibly surprises the man, “I’ll take my one thousand dollars for the medical record check and be on my way.”

He’s still smirking, and you hate yourself for how alluring you find it. “Fine.”

You scoff, quickly bringing yourself to your feet. Peering down at him with vengeful features. “Since you don’t want me here I’d like you to arrange for me to be taken home.” That and you have no idea where you are, you mentally add.

Within a millisecond he’s standing in front of you, your brain doesn’t register how he got there so fast but here he is – towering over you. Looking down at you with something indescribable darkening his eyes that display the faintest hint of scarlet. You can’t remember if they’d always been this colour, but when he opens his lips to speak you catch sight of sharp fangs that were definitely not there before. Dark veins and bruising frame his eye sockets and panic floods every sense you possess, until your own eyes are wide with fear and you take a step back.

“Don’t twist my words Y/N.” His voice comes out as a warning paired with his tense jawline, “I said you don’t belong here, not that I didn’t want you here.”

You nod when you attempt to make you way around him, but he doesn’t allow it. Gripping your elbow hard enough to shatter bones. He’s strong, a lot stronger than you anticipated earning you to wince in pain and he loosens his hold of you to something more… human.

“I’ll have someone drive you home.” His features relax, resembling the way he looked before he stood to attention a few moments ago. “It’s Jungkook by the way.”

You look at him expressionless and the faintest smile threatens to pull the corners of his mouth, “My name.”

When you find yourself in the familiar backseat of Jimin’s car in the quietest journey of your life you pray to every higher power that you never see any of them again. Not Jimin, not Namjoon, certainly not Taehyung and definitely, definitely not Jungkook.

But as fate would have it, you will see them again,

Jungkook is going to make sure of it.

x

[gsstories]

Kunoichi of Norrisville

As the title says, I have had an idea for a female ninja, a Kunoichi! I told this idea to my good friend @ikari-shinsei and we have had so much talking about the relationships between the Ninjas and their respective Kunoichi!

I know this has been done before, not exactly full on original but I love how much we have developed the idea so far. So, like in most stories, the Kunoichi is the Ninja’s partner, the ying to his yang, the water to his fire, the moon to his sun, you get the idea. The Kunoichi did not originate from Norrisville nor was it involved with the Norisu clan since the beginning. In fact, before the Kunoichi came to be, they were a trio of sisters who happened to be witches, all specializing in different magical aspects: the eldest, spirits and souls; the middle, magical artifacts and weapons; and the youngest, potions and spells. The eldest and the youngest ended up passing away after an attack just after creating the Kunoichi mask. Its purpose was to let the sisters use the other sisters’ specialized magic since they had a hard time doing so on their own. Now, the middle one, the First Kunoichi, was out and about traveling, taking out any monster that came her way. Next thing she knows, she has her knife to the throat of a man in black and red ninja attire.

The Kunoichi has powers similar to the Ninja, although they are usually more spiritually connected. They have a book similar to the Ninja Nomicon called the Kunoichi Codex (I did not come up with this, it was a writer in Quotev who I shall name later!) The Codex is a bit more direct to whoever has it, considering its writer was not as cryptic as the writer of the Nomicon. The Kunoichi uses war hand fans as a primary weapon and uses a sickle as a secondary one. She has knives hidden in most of her persona and the shoes she got? They are made of metal that can cut through almost anything. (Yes, I was inspired by Carmilla Carmine from Hazbin Hotel, is it obvious-?)

This is the current Kunoichi, whose name is Gin Rose (my persona). She is in the 9th grade and while she is smart academically, she is very dumb when socializing. There is a Yokai in the stone with the Tengu called a Bakeneko, a type of cat demon. Once it was sealed away, she gained a new ability called ‘Neko Moon Strike’. Her type of fighting style is one that resembles dancing, specifically ballet, which is a thing that comes with every Kunoichi, they always incorporate dancing in their fighting. It makes them look graceful and can be extremely useful. Their legs are their most lethal weapon.

First Kuno was a stubborn, anger issues yet quite emotional woman. She was untrusting of people for a long while up until meeting First Ninja. She was… very hostile when they first met, they did not like each other at all. But as time went on, they found themselves getting closer. Eventually, they became friends and soon enough, lovers. They became engaged and cared for each other dearly, First Ninja being the one showing the most affectionate which was usually just headpats or hand holding when they were not in their suits. First Kuno would always blush! F!Kuno used to call F!Ninja a ‘fool’, and now she calls him ‘my fool’. F!Ninja calls her ‘Moonflower’ due to it being a flower she really likes and the symbol she uses in her person when she in Kunoichi form. Sadly, not long after the fight with the Sorcerer and sealing him away, she fell ill and passed away in her beloved’s arms. A tragic end to the original Duo. But death is not the end, no, it’s merely the door to a new life.

I’ll let you figure that one out :)

Have a RC9GN ish art style First Kuno!

If anyone wishes to learn more about this AU or has any ideas or headcannons, I would love to hear them! Who knows, perhaps some of those ideas can help me develop the Kunoichi role even more!

[anonymous-dentist]

hii! i havent been able to keep up with the lore since the theory bros and stuff. could you give a quick rundown of everything involving the eggs, binary monster cucurucho and stuff? (i didn't know who else to ask)

I'll do my best! :D

SO I'm actually going to start by talking about Arin, who is the consciousness that sometimes inhabits q!Luzu's body.

Arin says he is not an AI, but he is from "another world", and, most importantly, he can see code. He knew when the eggs arrived because of the change in code.

Arin is actively being hunted by the Binary Guys. He's also building a machine to connect his world and the qsmp so he can try and bring Tilin back to life, and that's important because that machine is one of the things that the Theory Bros are looking into.

And now, the Theory Bros.

The Theory Bros are made up of q!Bad, q!Maximus, q!Foolish, and now q!Cellbit, who is fucking smart, btw. There are also some new members who are just kinda hanging out? Like q!Phil, who is the babysitter, and q!Roier, who is just kinda hanging out tbh, and now English q!Quackity, who is notably separate from Hispanic q!Quackity.

The group was originally founded by Bad, Maximus, and Foolish shortly after Trump Egg's death, and now it's developed into a society dedicated to solving the mystery of the island and, most importantly, escaping the island.

They didn't get super far until recently when the Brazilians showed up, because it turns out that Cellbit is like a professional ARG maker and solver. His character is also just a little bit insane I think, but that's not super important.

They have a bunch of secret bases set up, and Foolish has. His living room.

But every time they've gotten anywhere, something has happened to keep them from making progress. Sometimes it's the Binary Monsters, sometimes it's Cucurucho, sometimes it's their own arguments. And sometimes? Sometimes it's the eggs.

The Eggs.

The Eggs all showed up as part of an event that started in like mid-April if I remember correctly. Basically, the island was split into a bunch of pairs- one English speaker and one Spanish speaker- and they were supposed to take care of an egg. Whoever kept their egg the happiest would get a reward when the eggs' mother, a Fucking Dragon, showed up. Whoever's eggs had died would be horribly punished.

This is fine, but it gets interesting not even a week into the event when Cucurucho tells q!Roier not to touch his egg and not to trust it. Roier has not, to my knowledge, mentioned this to anyone because he's a secretive bastard.

And then some eggs died and there was a funeral. The dead parents got to say a goodbye to their eggs in a room under the cemetery. Angel Rubius (suspicious) was there, as was Cucurucho, and the whole thing was sponsored by the QSMP Federation. At said funeral, the "dead" Trump (the Egg) said that "they" are scary, not mentioning anybody by name, but him saying that and then immediately getting shut up kinda set Maximus off on his theory stuff full-force.

Since then, the eggs have been really kinda sus, some more than others. Leonarda said that her best friend was Cucurucho, and she's also kinda been on a whole 'hey dad don't look too deep into anything' kick recently. And then there was a secret Federation torture tunnel beneath Richarlyson's house, and then there is the sudden and spontaneous appearances of both Tallulah and Richarlyson. And then there are the Weird Things.

Because the eggs were supposed to die a few weeks ago. A hijacked island announcement said as much, and then, on the day of their supposed deaths, the eggs disappeared and came back with cracks in them. Since then, they have been increasingly attacked by the Binary Monsters, and that's weird.

The Binary Monsters

So the Binary Monsters first showed up on a Philza stream from April. He and Fit killed one, and then we didn't see one again until Luzu's reappearance on the server after a hiatus. During that stream, Arin reappeared, and so did the Binary Monsters.

Since then, the Monsters have showed up attacking vulnerable eggs. They seem to go after eggs alone with one parent- case in point being Philza in a stream recently when he was alone with the eggs and then a Monster killing Bobby while he was alone with Roier in the middle of nowhere.

The Binary Monsters have Binary Names! :D They seem to be naming themselves after... things? One of them had a name that translated to '777', which was interesting because it was the one attacking Foolish and Leonarda right outside of Vegetta's house right after Vegetta had logged off.

Cellbit has the theory that the eggs and the Binary Monsters are related. He also has the theory that the Binary Monsters and Cucurucho are related.

Cucurucho

We all know Cucurucho, also known as Osito Bimbo, also known as the QSMP Census Bureau Creature. It uses it/its pronouns, and so that is what I will be using.

Cucurucho has been hanging around since day one of the server. It does Census Bureau Things. It also flirts with Roier sometimes.

But starting at around the time the eggs showed up, Cucurucho has been a bit more distant. By that, I mean that it's been stalking people in the background of their streams, teleporting around and following them and scaring the shit out of them. It's been paying close attention to the Theory Bros, especially q!Max and q!Cellbit, though it is also Leonarda's friend. It watches q!Slime sleep sometimes, which is normal behavior for sure.

It has a good time watching people suffer. It laughs when players are in pain. Sometimes it even blows bubbles. I may be biased, but I love it.

The other night, Cucurucho showed up to get Cellbit to stop building a villager farm (which is illegal on the server.) It then proceeded to chase him down a Torture Hallway, laugh when he died, laugh when he saw his corpse and freaked out, and then they had a question and answering session.

To summarize the various q and a sessions from the past few weeks: Cucurucho doesn't know what the Binary Monsters are, and it is ambiguously part of the Federation. Its purpose seems to be to make sure people are happy. When asked who's keeping everyone on the island, it responded with 'quack', and then it mentioned a 'host' in a later interrogation. It doesn't like the eggs very much, but as long as the island's inhabitants are happy, then it doesn't mind them (the eggs.)

TLDR; Weird shit is happening on the island, but don't worry, because it's all going to be fine :)

I obviously don't know everything because I can't watch every stream and I do only speak English, but I hope this recap helps a little! :D

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, how are you doing? Can I request RoR characters react to reader following her grandparents/parents path and become a soldier? I'm curious who will support her and who will try to change her mind. How will they react to her returning after serving for a long time and what happen if she dies during her service?

-When you first announced that you were going to join the military, to become a soldier like your hero, your grandfather, had been in his youth, you received a range of different reactions.

-Many were worried for your safety, trying to forbid you from even contemplating the idea of become a soldier, even if you weren’t going into a combat zone, there was a chance you could get hurt. They would never threaten you into staying, heavens no, but they may try to guilt you, telling you how they don’t want to lose you.

            -Adam, Eve, Zerofuku, and Tesla (who didn’t want to lose anyone else important to him)

-Many were on the fence, after you gave your argument that becoming a solider would provide you with skills that you could use in the future for a different career, and the military would even pay for higher education once you finished with your time. They wanted you to succeed and you made a valid point, but at the same time, they didn’t want to see you get hurt.

            -Qin Shi Huang, Buddha, Kojiro, Beelzebub, Hermes, Loki, and Jack.

-And many were supportive of you, of your ambitions to follow in the footsteps of your grandfather. Of course, they were worried for you, anyone would be to see someone they care about going off to serve, but they were going to stand beside you and support this decision, as it was yours to make.

-Lu Bu, Thor, Zeus, Ares, Hermes, Poseidon, Hades, Raiden, Shiva, Hercules, Brunnhilde, and Odin

-No matter how long you had been gone, even if it was less than a month, they missed you, they all did, even if some didn’t say it out loud. Your letters were what kept them going, hearing about your adventures and assignments, where you were and what you have seen, you sounded happy, so they stayed strong for you.

-Upon your return after two long years away, you told none of them you were coming home, instead dropping in as a surprise to catch them all off guard and like before, their reactions were mixed but all happy to have you home.

-The ones who had screamed in shock before melting into ugly crying while hugging you, refusing to let others have a turn to welcome you home.

            -Eve, Ares, Raiden, Kojiro, Loki (but if you mention it he will deny), Hermes, and Zerofuku

-The ones who were stunned silent, seeing you there before enveloping you in a huge hug before playfully scolding you for not tell them you were coming home and shocking them like this.

            -Zeus, Hades, Hercules, Brunnhilde, Qin Shi Huang, Buddha, Jack, Adam, and Tesla

-The ones who just smile but you can see the tension leave them as they patted you on the head, welcoming you home, and commenting on how much you have grown.

            - Lu Bu, Thor, Poseidon, Shiva, and Odin, Buddha, and Beelzebub

-They all knew you were smart, having learned from them, you weren’t a greenhorn when it came to combat, especially after you decided to go into the military, several of them took it upon themselves to train you in both armed and unarmed combat so you would be better prepared, even if you weren’t going into a combat area.

-When the news came in that there was an attack on the base you were stationed in, most were ready to take up arms to come and rescue you. As reports start coming in of casualties, many of them prayed and hoped to whoever would listen to them that you were safe.

-It wasn’t until two days later when you were found in the rubble, still alive but only barely, being one of the very few survivors of the attack.

-When you arrived home, you were immediately taken by the valkyries to their medical facilities so you could get the best care possible in your recovery.

-The ones who had been against you going were the loudest when arguing with the others, saying this was what they wanted to avoid, but they were mad, not listening to those who were more levelheaded that you weren’t even in a combat area, but they too were made that a non-combat compound had been attacked.

-They stood by your side in your recovery process, watching you heal and get better. You were smiling like nothing hard happened, but those who knew the horrors of war could see that slight dimness in your eyes, you were changed, but you were alive and still with them.

-That was all that mattered to them, you were alive.