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gingersnap-17 · 7 months

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Flames (Choso x Fem Reader)

Authors note: In honor of today's episode, I am going to write another Choso x Reader! I literally love this man so much, he deserves so much love and appreciation. Also, this chapter kinda goes hand in hand with the manga and kinda goes a little off track with the manga. So it is half and half with the events in the manga. You will see when you read it.

Synopsis: Y/N and Choso have been together for quite some time. When the fight between Sukuna and Jogo takes place, fire is spread everywhere. Y/N tries to save as many people as she can out of burning buildings. But after Choso realizes Y/N is late to the spot they were supposed to meet at, he just knows something is wrong.

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The Shibuya Incident had erupted into an inferno of chaos and devastation. Flames raged throughout the streets, buildings crumbled, and the air was thick with despair. Amidst this chaos, Choso Kamo and Y/N found themselves on opposite sides of the battle. Choso, who is one of the Cursed Wombs, was born into the world of curses and was brought up to fight against humans and sorcerers. Choso had just fought against Yuji not long ago, and learned that Yuji was his younger brother after having a vivid memory that never happened. He thought long and hard on this newfound discovery. After coming to a conclusion, he was questioning his loyalty after Kenjaku lied to him about his younger brother. Which only meant his allegiance could possibly align with Y/N’s. Y/N, on the other hand, was a dedicated sorcerer, determined to protect innocent lives from the curses that threatened to consume them.

Despite their opposing allegiances, Choso and Y/N shared a love that transcended the boundaries of their roles. It was a love they kept hidden, their stolen moments together a precious secret in a world torn apart by violence.

The fight between Sukuna and Jogo had unleashed a wave of destructive flames that engulfed the city. Y/N, with her innate sense of duty, had taken it upon herself to help save as many human lives as she could. She dashed into buildings, guiding terrified citizens to safety, and doing her best to extinguish the fires. But the situation grew increasingly perilous, and Choso couldn't help but worry for her safety as he was contemplating his allegiance to Kenjaku.

After what felt like an eternity, Choso noticed that Y/N had been gone for a long time. They were supposed to meet at a dedicated spot at a certain time. A gnawing sense of dread gripped his heart. His instincts told him something was wrong. Without a second thought, he decided to search for her. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't let her face this danger alone.

Choso's search led him to a partially collapsed building, smoke billowing from its windows. He sensed her presence inside, and the urgency to find her grew even more intense. He rushed in, the heat and smoke threatening to choke him.

Amidst the wreckage, he finally found Y/N. She had helped the last of the trapped humans escape, but the flames had her cornered, leaving her with no way out. Her protective barrier from her technique flickered, struggling to hold back the searing fire. Y/N coughed, her vision blurred by smoke and exhaustion before she passed out.

Choso's heart sank as he saw Y/N's vulnerable form amidst the fiery chaos. Without a second thought, he charged towards her. Using his cursed energy, he created a protective barrier around himself, shielding his body from the scorching heat and smoke. His unique ability, the Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique, allowed him to control his own blood and solidify it into powerful weapons. He clenched his fists, summoning blood-formed weapons that cleared a path through the flames, creating a safe zone around Y/N.

Gently, Choso scooped Y/N into his arms, her limp body feeling delicate against his curse-enhanced strength. He quickly carried her out of the burning building, his barrier protecting them both.

As Choso emerged from the wreckage, the raging flames lapped at the edges of his protective barrier, but he held firm, determined to get Y/N to safety. He could feel her faint breath against his chest, a sign that she was still alive, though unconscious.

Outside, the battlefield had only intensified. The clash between Sukuna and Jogo had reached its peak, and the consequences of their titanic battle were devastating.

Desperation gripped Choso as he scanned the burning cityscape for a safe haven. He spotted a nearby park, relatively untouched by the chaos, and made his way there. Once he reached the park, he gently laid Y/N on a bench, her form still shielded by his barrier.

Choso's eyes were filled with worry as he watched Y/N's unconscious form. Her face was smeared with soot, her hair disheveled, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. He knew he had to wake her up, to make sure she was okay. But as he tried to rouse her, the magnitude of the situation bore down on him.

The park, though a momentary refuge, wouldn't remain safe for long. The battle between Sukuna and Jogo was escalating, and the unleashed curses threatened to spread, even reaching the park's boundaries. Choso needed to make a decision, and fast.

He glanced down at Y/N, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she began to stir. Choso felt a glimmer of hope, but he also knew that she was in no condition to fight or protect herself. The battle between sorcerers and curses was a relentless one, and she needed to be kept out of harm's way.

Choso gently brushed a strand of soot-covered hair from Y/N's face and leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "Y/N, you need to wake up." he whispered, his voice filled with urgency. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, disoriented.

"Choso? What... what happened?" Y/N mumbled, still groggy from her ordeal.

"We're in the middle of a battlefield." Choso explained, his eyes filled with concern. "You passed out due to the smoke and exhaustion. I got you out of there, but we're not safe yet."

As the realization of their dire situation dawned on her, Y/N pushed herself into a sitting position. She winced as she felt the lingering effects of smoke inhalation. She coughed harshly, but determination burned in her eyes. "We have to help. There are people out there who need us."

Choso reached out, gently cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing a soot mark on her skin. "I know you want to help, but you're not in any condition to fight. You need to stay safe, Y/N."

Y/N looked at Choso with a mixture of gratitude and determination. She knew he was right. Though her heart ached to be out there helping, she also understood that her safety was crucial for the long-term battle against the curses.

Choso continued, his voice gentle yet firm. "I promise I'll go back out there and do everything I can to protect the innocent. But you, you need to stay here, away from the chaos, and rest. I'll come back for you as soon as it's safe."

Y/N nodded, reluctantly accepting Choso's advice. She knew that, despite their forbidden love and differing allegiances, Choso cared for her deeply. And now, he was willing to put himself back into the fray, risking his life for the greater good.

Choso leaned in and kissed her forehead once more, his lips lingering for a moment. "I'll be back for you, Y/N. Please stay safe."

With that, he got up, looking at her lovingly before he left. Y/N watched him go, her heart heavy with worry for his safety. She knew that this battle in Shibuya was far from over, and she could only hope that Choso would return to her, just as he promised.

As Choso ventured back into the heart of the chaos, his thoughts were consumed by a sense of duty and responsibility. He needed to protect not only Y/N but also Yuji and the countless innocent lives at stake. The battle between sorcerers and curses was a brutal one, and the lines between right and wrong were often blurred. Choso found himself questioning his loyalty to Kenjaku, more than ever.

The Shibuya Incident had brought to light the true cost of this war. The city lay in ruins, countless lives were at risk, and the chaos showed no signs of abating. Choso's journey to protect Y/N was not just a testament to his love for her; it was also a search for his own identity and purpose in this tumultuous world.

As Choso faced the raging battle once more, he held onto the hope that he could make a difference, not only for Y/N but for all those in need. And, in time, perhaps the forbidden love between a cursed being and a sorcerer could find a way to transcend the boundaries of their roles, bringing a glimmer of light to a world steeped in darkness.

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kazukazuhas · 10 months

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finally, you flop down onto your bed with a relieved sigh, burying your face into the sheets of the slightly cold blankets and humming happily. finally, that sad week in the hospital passed –though it only passed so quickly was because of lloyd bugging you for most of it (with the occasional appearance of another one of your new friends, and several video calls from your parents and friends back at home). maybe it wasn’t so sad when that ball of sunshine– lloyd was around.

so far you’ve learnt many things about this city (and surprisingly you were somehow ignorant to all of some of it’s sometimes worldwide news).

there were literally ninja superheroes, one of which –the green one– saved your ass from being robbed and injured, worst case killed. they had been around for several years at this point and did multiple patrol runs daily. not only did they stop major threats, they helped out in the community.

the secret ninja force; named by the public such because the ninja are incredibly secretive about their personal lives and identities (which was called for because they are superheroes), consists of six people.

the green ninja is the leader with some weird green power. the water ninja is one of the two tech heavy heroes in the city, having a close resemblance to a samurai while having that ninja aesthetic. the blue (or lightning) ninja earned his title as the human –are they even human?– plasma ball; while the earth ninja could probably throw a whole building at someone. they earned the title of the strongest. the white ninja (a nindroid?) is the master of ice, and probably the most deceiving of them as one of the sweetest people; albeit a little morally grey, you’ll ever meet despite the cold presence he has. then the red ninja is the most open one of the lot, the master of fire and swords –hey, there's a lot of skill before his wielding.

the ninja also had a goddamn flying ship named the destiny’s bounty.

there’s also samurai x, having the largest panel of debate on whether they’re a guy or lady. they’re the other tech heavy hero in ninjago, following in the footsteps of the previous samurai x who later became the water ninja. you have your suspicion that it might be cyrus borg’s daughter and assistant, pixal. (it was one of hell of a ride when you found out that pixal was actually a robot– nindroid despite her human-like appearance. well, the more you know.)

and well, elemental masters aren’t much of a surprise to you –not when your aunt was one. master of something, you don’t remember too well what it was; just that either skylor might inherit it or it would skip her and possibly manifest in her kids. or you might get it, and frankly that would be sick. but it looks like neither of you did, atleast you choose to believe that instead.

you turn, laying on your side and staring out the window, watching the quiet streets and city through the clear glass with an unfocused attention on it. lloyd’s words on his father stuck in your head, you were curious about him.

you heard of all sorts of things about ninjago before moving here, things you chalked up as elaborate stories before he confirmed it all to you.

stories of overthrowing and controlling the realm, bloodlust and a power hungry fight many villains fought to win but inevitably lost in the end. golden weapons and a boy, a devouring evil that could only ever consume; an evil that never rested, a dark lord. and as of more recently, a princess that tried to rise all hell.

when the ninja defeated the overlord –the never resting evil– lloyd’s father, garmadon was freed from the poison and evil he was under because of the dark lord’s influence. once the man was a tyrant and now you hear he is a sensei of a small, tranquil monastery in a small village somewhere near the city. garmadon sought out lloyd and koko, and became the father and husband the evil forced him not to be.

he was a tyrant and then became a father.

you turn again, laying on your back and stare up at the ceiling with zoned out eyes. the whole situation was peculiar, especially if now since garmadon is good; why was lloyd still so mistreated?

no one necessarily needed to say anything about it; you’ve noticed the looks sour faces the nurses, doctors and patients gave him when he was escorting you out of the hospital. you noticed the vaguely visible tension on his face while he kept his guard up when you two were walking to his busted car and the way he looked as though he was expecting the worst.

a defense mechanism, you could tell from the way his eyes were scanning his surroundings; expect the worst so it doesn’t surprise you.

he softened up only when you two got home, back to your place. but despite the lighter atmosphere in the comfort of the car; you didn’t quite feel he was ready enough to answer your question about the ill treatment he was being faced with subtly. maybe that would also explain why he was so scared that something worse could’ve happened to you.

why’d everything need to be so difficult...?

you frowned, looking out the window with now more focused eyes. it’s been a hell of a week– or several if you count the ones you've been in ninjago; and there’s something nagging you to go home where you’d be safe. but, that would throw everything you’ve worked for, the seat at the best university in all the realm– a ticket out of that house. you’d have to stick it out for a while; at the least for your course to finish before you do anything else.

well, even if you leave, you’ll have lloyd’s number this time; a way to contact that greenie (the one thing you wanted so badly since eleven.)

you close your eyes, trying to get some rest again despite half that week you spent in the hospital consisted of you sleeping when lloyd wasn’t (excusing himself to do something work related–not that you’d known him to be employed at the moment). the soft blankets, now warmed by the gentle sun seeping into your room, call you to fall asleep. and you comply wordlessly, willingly.

until there was a knock on your door and a call of your name.

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happyk44 · 8 months

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i started writing this in my drafts weeks ago but didn't continue much farther than the first sentence - probably put it down to do something else and then passed out lmao. anyway after scrolling past last night wanted to continue it but can't be effed to scroll through my drafts rn (i save everything to my drafts to tag and queue later and my drafts ar like over 250+ rn)

anyway percy who becomes obsessed with finding this grim reaper he saw the night his mom killed his step-dad. he was an abusive asshole and percy helped his mom stage the scene to look like someone gabe owed money to came knocking. they don't have much in terms of expensive shit - just the TV and playstation. it's an old old model that one of percy's classmates was going to throw out as he wasn't into the games he had with it anymore and was getting the latest version for christmas.

it was nice that he gave it to percy with only a fraction of the cost in hand and a promise to give him the rest over time. percy paid him off every monday. it took sally weeks to pay it off, percy chipping in by donating cans and glass bottles he found lying around. the games were old and a little childish, but it was the only entertainment percy had aside from sally's old and crappy laptop that gabe hogged with online poker games.

so it sucked to watch sally dump it into an empty trash bag. it's small, she'd said. the tv would be too big to carry out without causing suspicion, even in mind-your-business new york city, but the playstation, her shitty laptop, and gabe's cell and wallet were things that could be dumped into a bag with no one giving a second look. percy crawls out the fire-escape grateful their shitty apartment building doesn't have cameras. he has to use a couple boxes to really rise himself enough to stuff the bag under the other bags. sally walks out the front door and they go have a late dinner at a nearby cafe.

then go home an hour later and scream in surprise at gabe's dead body in the bedroom, still warm from the heater in the corner boiling up the room that sally promptly unplugs.

percy doesn't think much about WHY his mom was so specific about how to clean his blood off the kitchen floor, about how to stage the scene, about moving gabe's body into the bedroom, about pulling him like he had been then letting him fall flat. heating up the room to keep him warm and fresh, while keeping the window cracked open so the heat doesn't stay by the time the police arrive.

he writes it away as her being a reader, a writer. maybe murder mysteries had been on her mind lately. maybe she watched too many cop shows. maybe she'd thought about this so many times she perfected it. his mom was not a repeat killer. gabe was her first time. her only time. and it was fine.

he sucked.

it's sitting in the chair, feigning distress but not too much, talking to a cop about the scene while he stares off into the air when he sees him. the boy is young, dark-haired and pale-skinned. he's startled by the presence, cutting off in his explanation about how people often came banging on the door for money gabe owed them. how he kept his poker winnings in the now open and empty safe in the bedroom. he wants to draw attention to the boy, but no one else seems to notice him.

he watches idly as gabe is carried out the front door in a body bag. then disappears towards the bedroom.

percy stands and mutters something about wanting to see his mom. the cop guides him to where she's sat on the bed crying thick tears. the boy is there. no one else cares that he's there. the boy reaches out and gabe's body shimmers into view. he's a visage of how he'd looked right before he died - the wide-eyed shock, tensing of his shoulders, mouth open wide because he'd been shouting at percy, threatening him.

he didn't realize how much like his mom he was until gabe fell flat with a knife sticking out of his throat. his mom standing behind him breathing hard. she'd squatted beside his head, pulled out the knife. stared at it. then stabbed stabbed stabbed until gabe's chokes turned to wispy gasps and his wispy gasps disappeared.

"four stab marks," his mom had said. "hopefully that won't look like overkill. but make sure to mention how many times people came screaming at the door just in case."

gabe's white glowing form dissipates into a ball in the boy's hands. he pulls out a baggie from his shoulder bag, then dumps gabe into it with a grimace.

he does suck, percy thinks. be annoyed.

the boy steps away. his eyes catch percy's. percy's arm tightens around his mom's shoulders as he looks into the endless void that is the other boy's eyes. flashes of his own death catch his mind. lying flat on the ground, weakly asking for help, and a dark-skinned man with black angel wings standing above him whispering, i'm sorry, but it's time to go.

then the boy looks away and disappears into a shadow.

grover believes him when he tells him about it. that's the thing percy loves about grover. the mystical and paranormal are easily believed. grover's parents are hippie-like green witches. percy doesn't really get it but has surmised from grover and visiting their house it means they really, really like plants.

"grim reaper," grover calls him. "or a psychopomp. collectors of the dead."

he lists a bunch of names from various cultures until percy cuts him off. "are any young boys?"

grover shrugs. "i mean life is bigger than what the stories tell. there's more people, more humanity. atheists even. where do they go? who collects them? there's definitely more gods and spirits than we think these days. it's not like they all stopped fucking just because the stories ended. there are definitely more gods than we think."

percy doesn't know what to do with that. grover asks him a lot of questions about the boy. but it's hard to answer them. they can't find a culture he could belong to, a way to summon someone without a name. the kid was young, dressed normal in black clothes with a normal black messenger bag. there were no signs of culture, religion, belonging.

he could've blended into a primary school playground easily.

"maybe you need to kill someone," annabeth suggests. the conversation arises a year or so after they first met and befriended her - a new addition halfway through the school year, a few months after gabe's unfortunate death. following a CPS check, her biological mother decided to take charge of her. annabeth spent a lot of time grumbling about her family in california while also missing california ("it's familiar, new york is not, i don't miss my step-mom, i miss the comfort of routine") and bitching about her bio mom's obsession with her grades and extracurriculars.

it takes some campaigning but the three of them manage to create an afterschool club in the new school year for her to find some time to chill and relax and get school work done. it took a lot longer to convince her mom to let her join their "magics and mystics club" - some nonsense about how it'll make her stand-out in college applications.

percy highly doubts any college is looking too closely at middle school extracurriculars, but what does he know? he's either lasting until graduation with grover and annabeth, or getting his GED and dropping out to immediately book it to the first basic entry-level job he can find. school already sucks ass, but his barely medicated ADHD and severely dyslexic ass already twaddles the line of a C average. What's the use of hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt that's only growing frantically from interest and a degree he barely achieved with the lowest grades required to shake the hand of someone he's never interacted with?

annabeth spends most of her time in the club doing her homework, while percy gets reeducated on grover's witchy stuff. their club advisor is the drama teacher who only checked in at the beginning of that first meeting then dipped for the drama club. grover's putting together a presentation on the history of mysticism while percy glues pictures to poster board. annabeth will present their stuff. the three of them doubt anyone will care if they did anything productive with their club, but annabeth's mom will so they do their best to make it fancy as fuck.

she already doesn't like either of them.

in the spare times that annabeth isn't doing homework or studying for another class, they talk about the spiritual and paranormal, magic and whatnot. so percy mentions his experience with the reaper.

and annabeth's first suggestion is murder. it's hilarious. grover knows the truth but annabeth only knows the lie. percy makes a note of it in his head. maybe he'll hint around the truth. they're close, but there's still time needed between the two of them. the worst she's told him is about the spiders in her bedroom. but nothing about what kickstarted a CPS investigation and her subsequent arrival into his life.

"maybe he's a murder reaper," she says. she's intellectual, doesn't believe in the mystic magic stuff but tolerates it for grover. "so he only comes around when there's been a murder."

"i don't think reapers are split up by types of death," grover argues. "and even if they were, why would a little kid be sent to deal with murders?"

annabeth crosses her arms. "maybe he's not a kid. maybe he just chooses to look like that."

they get into a weird half-argument, half-civil discussion. to her credit, annabeth doesn't bring science into it. they both descend to the computers and the books grover brought in from his house to search through to prove whatever point they've landed on.

percy is too busy cutting out paper to glue to poster board. and thinking about the murder aspect. he doubts that murder matters. he's pretty sure grover's right, but he likes keeping his balls so he doesn't say. annabeth is probably right too. magical beings are always capable of changing form. maybe little kid is just easy. who would be afraid of going somewhere with a little kid. or a dog.

but death is needed to see the reaper again. percy doesn't live with anyone dying. and he's too young to volunteer at the hospital. besides death is random isn't it? everyone was convinced that their classmate who got diagnosed with stage four cancer was going to die but she returned a year and a half later missing a leg but recovering. and the gym teacher who ran marathons and was known for his obsessively healthy eating habits died of a heart attack over the summer.

and even if he hovered around people on the verge of death, it didn't mean he was going to be there when they died.

but murder? definitely. he'd be right there because it would be his fault.

at that, he dashes the thought away. murder is wrong. he can't kill people just to see a reaper he saw but never spoke to. it's not like he has any questions about his death. he'll die when he dies. dying isn't scary to him. what's scary is dying before his mom and leaving her childless and mourning. but death itself? he's unafraid.

but inside burns a deep need to see the reaper again. not even to talk to him. just to lay his eyes on that night sky hair and porcelain skin. then he'd be satisfied and the need would go away.

maybe.

probably.

hopefully.

it's on his sixteenth birthday that he sees another reaper. it's not the boy he's looking for. he's disappointed. he shouldn't be. he should be more concerned with the dead man lying in front of him.

the letter opener is sticking out just below luke's left armpit. it hadn't killed him. it was too delicate for that, and the spot wasn't vital enough. but it had shocked him enough for annabeth to shove him away in disgust. he fell back, tripping over annabeth's shoes, and smashed into the glass coffee table.

"shit," annabeth breathes. she doesn't notice the reaper - a slender arabic man appear from the darkness and pull luke's soul of his chest with thin hands. he pushes his hands together and the soul vanishes. then he turns into a dog, or... something like a dog, and disappears back into the shadows.

it's take a few minutes to figure out how to stage the scene. they get rid of the letter opener and shove a piece of broken glass into the spot. this time he doesn't escape through the window. just walks out of the room, calm and detached, and sits in his mom's car. when the police arrive, annabeth, crying thick tears, tells them that he had fallen over while she was getting her things ready after percy came to pick her up.

it's not technically a lie. the police wish him a happy birthday when he says he came by to pick annabeth up from her study session because they were going to do laser tag for his birthday that afternoon. when they don't arrest him in the weeks that follow, he relaxes. and considers his options. he googles arab dogs which is an odd search term but brings up jackals and anubis. cool, he thinks. he tells them both about it afterwards. despite the death, grover is excited. annabeth is less impressed.

"i would've noticed, i was there too," she huffs.

"maybe they don't like you because you're a nonbeliever," grover fires back.

is percy a believer? he's not sure. he knows that what he sees is real. if he was suffering from delusions or hallucinations, surely he'd be seeing them a lot more than twice over the course of four years.

"what if i asked them?" he suggests. "to make themselves visible to you?"

"planning on being around another newly dead guy soon?" annabeth asks with a laugh. grover snorts. but percy remains silent and serious so their amusement shifts to concern

grover leans in close. "percy-"

"just bad people," he cuts in with a solemn whisper.

"you can't be judge, jury and executioner," annabeth hisses. "what you think is bad is not always universal? think about jim crow laws or slavery-"

"annabeth," he cuts in before she can go on an historical tangent. "i was hoping you'd help actually."

it doesn't take long for her to click together what he wants out of her. she glares at him. "percy," she snarls through clenched teeth. "i'm not swishing my ass to entice seedy men for you to murder so you can maybe have a hallucination to process death."

"okay, okay." conceding, he raises his hands. "it was dumb, i'm sorry. i just... really wanna see this kid again. sorry."

annabeth watches him carefully the rest of the day. grover doesn't. he knows what percy is, even if he doesn't agree. so it's not too surprising to start seeing grover scrolling through the newspaper on his phone. he startles every time percy spooks him when he's reading. then laughs it off, swats at percy, and keeps reading. it's the obituaries that percy sees the most, but sometimes articles about a death.

whatever he's looking for, some kind of proof it's percy, he must not find because he doesn't say anything. but it's grover, percy's soulmate. so he's sure the slow side-eye that he gets some mornings are a knowing side-eye.

percy doesn't look at the newspapers. if he's gonna get caught, he'd rather be surprised about it other than worrying and getting sloppy.

it's hard to find truly shitty people from first glance. he doesn't have the patience to observe. just slight insomnia that keeps him up until one in the morning prowling the streets. he hovers around in his old neighborhood, where the cameras are for show and shitty people live. it's still difficult. he doesn't want to go around hurting innocent people. less so because he cares, but more because it would disappoint grover and annabeth and his mom. he can't disappoint them.

he does see reapers, including the one who will one day take him, but never the boy. percy tries to envision him older, but even then none of them match. he does try to speak to them, but they ignore him. he wonders if it's some kind of weird curse. he can see them but they can't. sometimes the ignorance seems intentional, but he can't really tell so other than a few short sentences that always go ignored, he gives up and heads home.

some days he wakes up and is certain the police will come for him. but they never do and so he gives it a few days or a couple weeks and head back out again. they're opportunity kills. random and haphazard. he keeps mittens on, which looks normal in the fall and winter, but sketchy over the summer. to counteract his want to see that reaper, he signs up to be a counselor for a summer camp. grover joins him. annabeth is dragged off to university summer classes by her mom. her emails are miserable. percy wonders aloud to grover if annabeth would be happier if her mom was dead. grover eyes him flatly and says he doubts it.

percy gets assigned to the little kids who tell him all kinds of family secrets. some are funny. some are not.

it's not that hard to get into the camp's directory and write down in poor handwriting and with tons of struggle the names and addresses of these secrets. it's not a lot, which is great. but it's more than it should be and come summer's end, he has his start for the fall.

it's clear grover knows what percy's planning. he was there after all when a little secret got whispered too loudly. but all he says is, "sometimes kids get things wrong." the newspaper on his phone comes back into play after summer ends. but he still says nothing, even when glances at percy from the corner of his eyes.

it's two years of scattered kills before he sees him again. the kid is older now. he looks about fourteen, maybe fifteen. but percy knows it's him. he's the only one who makes eye contact. this time percy doesn't see his death. but he sees the endless void.

purgatory, he thinks, before he blurts out, "i've been looking for you." the teen tilts his head and smiles, small, gentle. the sight of it slams hard into percy's ribcage and sinks messy into his heart. "what's your name?"

"what's yours?" the teen fires back, turning away from percy and collecting the pulsing orb into a little baggie like before. his voice is enchanting, smooth and crystalline. there's an edge of an italian accent in it.

"percy," he says without hesitation. "jackon. percy jackson." he shakes his head. "perseus, actually, but everyone calls me percy."

the teen laughs gently. the sound is haunting. somewhere in percy's subconscious he knows the sound should scare him. but instead he just craves it more. "well, perseus jackson, my name is nico."

nico, percy thinks. in his head, the name is surrounded by hearts like a schoolgirl writing out the name of their crush in a movie. "that's really pretty," he says aloud. mentally he slaps himself. that's really pretty? that's stupid.

but nico just laughs again. "thank you." he steps over the dead body and touches percy's face. "perseus was a quite the soul when he was collected." his fingertip ghosts down percy's cheek, leaving light phantom tingles behind. "will you be?"

then he dissipates into shadows, leaving percy with a heavy craving for his ghostly touch and hauntingly enchanted voice.

#percico #percy jackson #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #grover underwoood #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #maybe i'll add more to this later #i was thinking about adding jason to it but i wanna stick w/ percico and i don't wanna accidentally talk myself in perjasico #also how the fuck do i keep starting posts w/ the intention of it being a short ramble of thoughts and then turn it into a thing

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The Soul's Tethers

Kotallo x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN SO GODDAMN MUCH. -Thorne

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The Nora had come through the window of her shelter before she’d even realized what was happening, and it was only until the two were in the floor, split lips and busted eyebrows that the two understood that they weren’t each other’s enemy—especially when the horde of stalkers rushed down below the trees. They’d assisted the other in taking them out and when they were reveling in their spoils, she invited the Noran back up until the rain had stopped.

She handed the girl, Aloy, a bowl of stew and tossed a log into the fire, sitting down beside her. “You’re quite a ways from Noran lands, Aloy.”

Aloy huffed sardonically. “I tell myself that every day.” As she ate, she couldn’t help but gaze curiously at the woman. “What tribe do you belong to?”

“I was once a part of the Sky Clan, though I claim it no longer.” Her expression soured. “My uncle…he betrayed me.”

“Who’s your uncle?”

“Tekotteh.”

Aloy blinked and looked at the fire, muttering, “I feel bad for you.”

“I appreciate that,” she replied, sharpening her knife, gazing towards the sky. “He was different when I was a child and younger woman. But power changed him. He is no longer the man I once respected.”

“How…did he betray you?”

Her gaze turned almost sad as she answered, “I fell in love with one of the boys he was mentoring. We…grew up together and were always close. But as he got older, and stronger, my love grew, and my uncle saw that I was loyal to him more. He sent my love away to become a marshal for Hekarro.” Her hands moved absentmindedly along the metal. “I saw through Tekotteh’s reasoning. And when Tekotteh told me he was killed at the embassy, I spoke out against him. Called him a coward and a traitor to our people. He banished me for disloyalty to the clan.” She shifted, taking the empty bowl from Aloy. “I’ve been here ever since in grieving. Away from my people. On my own…it’s…comforting somehow.”

Aloy frowned. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Her expression turned solemn. “I was there, y’know? At the embassy? I tried my best to get as many out as I could.” She sighed. “I wish I could’ve saved your lover. What was his name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Kotallo,” she said, a sad smile playing her lips. “His name was Kotallo.”

Aloy froze, not even blinking as the Tenakth continued to talk about him, then she blurted out, “Did you just say Kotallo?”

“I did?” her brows drew together. “Why?”

“Kotallo’s not—he’s—” Aloy shook her head. “Kotallo’s alive.”

Shock bled into her posture and face as she gaped at the Noran. “What?”

“Kotallo survived the Embassy Massacre. He’s still alive.”

“He—he is?” she started rising. “Can you take me to him? I—I want to see him. Please, Aloy, take me to Kotallo.”

Aloy was already grabbing her bow and spear, rising too. “Yeah, absolutely, c’mon.” she paused and looked back at her. “Tekotteh told you that Kotallo was killed?”

Anger drew along her, nostrils flaring in rage as she spat, “I’ll kill him.”

“Get in line.”

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She was quite baffled by the technology that Aloy’s base contained, but nevertheless, she was grateful for the new Focus, beginning to understand a little of the mission that the Noran had explained to her along the way. The companions that Aloy kept were pleasant enough, but she hadn’t yet seen Kotallo; it was only when Zo explained that the man had gone to hunt that she somewhat relaxed, sitting in the common room, waiting nervously for the man she hadn’t seen in almost two years.

Zo sat down beside her and handed her a cup. “Here, some tea for your nerves.”

“I’m not nervous,” she retorted, but took the cup anyway. “I’m fine.”

The Utaru smiled knowingly. “Drink.”

She did as Zo said and took a few sips, the warmth bleeding down her throat. “I haven’t seen Kotallo in almost two years. I…don’t know how to greet him.”

“Aloy said your uncle told you he had died.”

“I assume it was to somehow relieve me of my love and force me to marry someone else.”

“Yet you did not.”

She glared into the cup. “I saw through his manipulations when he sent Kotallo away to become a Marshal.”

“You never forgot.”

“And I will never forgive either,” she added, looking up when the door opened and a man’s voice she recognized so well echoed through.

“Erend, I do believe you owe me a drink because I in fact found not one, but two stags.”

The Oseram groaned and dropped his head on the table as the Tenakth warrior came around the corner, looking around the common room, but his eyes stopped on her.

She rose to her feet, hands pressed to her chest as her throat tightened, tears filling her eyes; she didn’t know what to say as he stepped in, his own eyes wide, mouth parted in shock.

“You—you’re here,” he breathed, and she nodded wordlessly, unable to fight the tears dropping down her cheeks.

“He told me you were killed at the embassy,” she managed through a clenched throat. “I didn’t want to believe it, but I—” she crossed the floor to him in slow steps, reaching up to touch his chest. “But you’re here…alive.” Her eyes dropped to his left arm, and he frowned.

“No, I did not die…but I did not walk away unscathed.” He looked back at her. “In my state…I do not know if you wish to be with me. I…am not as worthy a warrior as I once was.”

Her hands were soft against the roughness of his dried paint, cupping his face, thumbs brushing over his scars and cheekbones, pulling them until their foreheads touched. “My Kotallo,” she whispered, nuzzling their noses like traditional lovers did in their culture. “My tether.”

He tipped his head to the side. “There is someone worthy of you. Please, do not waste your love on me.”

“The only man worthy of my soul is you.” She pulled away enough to see into his eyes, wiping the tears that had grown in his. “You are my tether, Kotallo. My soul is yours. It always has been. It always will be. And no amount of limbs lost will ever change such.” She smiled through her tears. “I have missed you so, my tether.”

Kotallo let out a breath and shut his eyes, voice soft, but so strong as he replied, “And I have missed you, my soul.”

#kotallo x reader imagine #kotallo x reader imagines #kotallo x reader #kotallo imagine #kotallo imagines #kotallo #kotallo hfw #horizon forbidden west #horizon forbidden west imagine #horizon forbidden west imagines #hfw imagines #hfw imagine #hfw

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dreamy-jaeger · 1 year

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I Know the End | Ch. 2

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Chapter Summary: As the night continues, everyone gets to know each other just a little bit more.

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A/N: omg chapter 2 is here!!! idk if I’m going to be able to keep up with a weekly release so don’t get too comfortable hehehehe, but i had this chapter all ready to go so i thought, why not post it! I hope you enjoy!! I want to thank the beautiful wonderful fantastic @emepe for beta reading this (as she does for literally everything i write) she is a genius so if you haven’t already please check out her wonderful blog :)))

chapter 2

Eren’s P.O.V

The cabin was quiet. Not suspiciously quiet. But it was the first quiet afternoon that Eren had witnessed in years. These days you were lucky to go even one minute without hearing the horrors of this world. And now here Eren sat, getting whole hours filled with those sweet, silent minutes. Save the interruptions that were gifted from the crackling fire he had started up in the stone fireplace and the occasional creak of the floorboards that filtered in through the kitchen door, no doubt coming from the stranger that had infiltrated their refuge.

It was safe to say that Eren was reluctant to let this woman stay the night. Which was the nice way of putting how he felt about it. He was so close to ending her life. To rid himself of yet another burden. But something stirring deep in his stomach forced him to hold back. Maybe it was the idea of murdering a woman who did nothing more than help them. Or maybe it was the words she used. Or the way she felt under his arms…

Or maybe, he didn’t want to be stuck with her damn dog if he did kill her. Surely Gabby would’ve made him keep the thing, not wanting her to be without an owner. And no matter how many different endings to this encounter he had thought through, whether the woman stayed alive or not, he knew that the dog was now a nuisance in his life. At least for the time being. Confirmed by the way the dog sat up straight, posted in front of the door, her eyes trained on him from the other side of the room.

“Fucking creepy ass dog.” He muttered under his breath as he stared back from his spot on the couch. His arm outstretched on the back of the furniture, his knees spread, giving barely any room if someone had wanted to sit next to him.

“What was that?” Gabby asked, her eyes flicking up from the comic book in her hands, her legs dangling off the side of the plush armchair that she had perched on the moment that Eren gave her the signal that they were in the clear.

“Nothing.” Eren told her. The young girl narrowed her eyes at him. Surely knowing he had more to say about the situation they found themselves in. All these months together, from the moment he found her abandoned by her own group, she had found a way to read through the rough interior he had built up over the years. She opened her mouth to call him out on his bullshit, something she had a knack of doing, but before any snarky words could leave her lips the kitchen door swung open.

“Good news, Eleanor, these people had a dog.” Y/N grinned as she practically skipped into the living room, various cans collected in the crooks of her arms.

Ellie finally stopped her staring contest with Eren, bounding up to her owner and jumping at the sight of food.

“Nothing for humans unfortunately.” She told the rest of the room, setting the cans she collected onto the dining room table that sat in front of the window overlooking the meadow. “I think someone might’ve broken in through a window or something. Raided through this place and took all the good stuff”

“That’s fine.” Eren said, “We have our own rations.”

“Good, ‘cause Ellie doesn’t like to share.” She teased, turning towards the backpack she discarded by the front door, procuring a metal dog bowl from its confines. Eren rolled his eyes as Gabby snickered into the pages of her comic book.

A flash of silver glinted throughout the room, Y/N’s knife reflecting light gifted by the fire as she punctured the can of dog food. Scooping out the entirety of its contents, the sludge plopped into the bowl, sounding completely unappetizing to anyone who wasn’t a dog.

“Eat up, sweet girl.” Y/N cooed softly as she pushed the bowl closer to her companion, who dug into the food without hesitation. Eren didn’t even realize he was watching her until she spoke again. He quickly averted his gaze to the fire, not looking up until he felt her presence shift into the empty armchair that sat directly in front of the couch. He chanced another look at her. Luckily she was preoccupied with another can she must’ve gotten from her backpack, the label advertising the Sweetest Peach You’ll Ever Eat.

“Do you want some?”

Eren stared too long. She held up the can with a raised eyebrow, as if that was what caught his attention.

“No.” He said curtly, looking back at the fire.

“How about you?” The woman turned her attention towards the kid.

“Are those peaches?” Gabby sat up straight, her interest piqued. Comic forgotten as it slid to the floor.

“They sure are.” She laughed, “You interested?”

“Fuck yeah!” Gabby exclaimed, greedily snatching the can from Y/N’s outstretched hand. She didn’t bat an eye at Gabby’s abrasiveness. She simply laughed, sitting back in her seat as she watched the teenager indulge herself. Eren had to give her props. He definitely wasn’t as forgiving when he first met her.

“Don’t fucking swear.” Eren grunted towards the girl.

“Such a double standard.” She said through a mouthful of peaches, passing the can back to Y/N and rolling her eyes in the process. “And you know how I get around peaches.”

“You like them?” Y/N asked, interrupting any snide remark Eren had, tilting the can towards her lips so she could have a taste herself.

“They’re my favorite.” Gabby told her, crossing her legs beneath her, the leather surface of the chair squeaking as she did.

“Mine too.” Y/N smiled at the girl after she swallowed. “I have a couple of cans if you wanna take one.”

Gabby’s eyes lit up, her mouth opening to express some form of gratitude. Eren interrupted her before she could.

“Are you sure you wanna give up your supply like that?” He asked her, eyes narrowed. Y/N raised a shoulder in a half shrug.

“Why not?” She responded, “I have plenty where that came from. It’ll lighten my load.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Gabby piped up, seemingly remembering her manners in a matter of seconds and perhaps finding fault in her eagerness to take someone else’s rations from Eren’s question, “Food is a hot commodity these days.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Y/N assured her, “Besides with any luck I won’t have to worry about food for much longer.”

“What, are you planning some sort of suicide?” Eren deadpanned. Gabby’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening at him in disbelief. He didn’t notice her warning stare, his eyes trained on the woman in front of him.

“I was thinking murder-suicide.” The woman smirked without batting an eye, “Much more classy, don't you think?”

“She’s kidding.” Gabby laughed nervously as she noticed Eren’s jaw clench, and then in a hushed tone towards Y/N, “You’re kidding right?”

“I’d be dead if I weren’t, wouldn’t I?” She responded, nodding towards Eren’s hand, which hadn’t moved from the gun that sat on his waist the minute he had sat down. “I think your friend might have a sense of humor, after all.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Eren murmured, flexing his hand over his gun, making sure the woman noticed.

“Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” Y/N articulated, sarcasm dripping from her words.

“As opposed to your cynicism?” Eren retorted. “You know I’m surprised that you made it this far, with an attitude like that.”

“Oh and you survived on what?” Y/N questioned, “The stick up your ass?”

“Okay!” Gabby interrupted, jumping up from her seat, garnering the attention from everyone in the room before a full on shootout transpired in the small cabin, “Let’s change the subject.”

“Why won’t you be needing your food?” Gabby then asked, sitting back down on the chair, her feet planted properly on the floor this time, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

“It’s where I’m headed.” Y/N explained, “I heard there’s a safe zone in Shiganshina. They have food, walls… everything.”

“You really believe that?” Eren scoffed, crossing his arms, “Every government sanctioned safe zone was torn apart within a week of this starting. You’re not going to find anything.”

“That's the thing, it's not the government.” Y/N replied, making it a point to ignore the rudeness in his tone. “This one was made by people. People just like you or me. Remember what I told you? The best things that happen are when we come to work together. It’s the best chance of survival.”

“How do you know this place even exists?” It was Gabby’s turn to question her, though she had far less skepticism in her voice than her older counterpart. It even sounded like there was a hint of hope in her question.

“Word of mouth.” Y/N said, a tad too vaguely for Eren’s liking. She seemed to have noticed his disinclination when she continued on. “It’s not much to go off of but it’s better than just wandering around out there trying to find new ways not to die.”

Silence fell over the room at her unexpectedly morbid choice of words, a contradiction to the usual carefree demeanor that they had gotten used to during the short amount of time they had spent together. Y/N was the first to speak up again.

“I think that safe zone might be the only chance to actually have a future.” She said softly. “If you want to join me?”

Gabby looked at Eren, something flickering behind her eyes that gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“We’ll take our chances.” He said simply, hoping that the finality of his words would end the conversation.

“You really want her to grow up like this?” Y/N asked, taking Eren by surprise. His eyebrows knitted together, letting the question hang in the air. He was a little pissed off that she was acting like she knew what was best for the kid, as if she had any right to put in her two-cents. But what ticked him off even more was that she might be onto something.

Sure, the two of them had made it this far. They were used to the lifestyle, coming and going and never truly having a place to call home. Surviving was second nature. And Eren seemed to have a certain knack for it. But even he knew that their luck would eventually run out. And he couldn’t keep both the girl and himself alive forever. Maybe this offer that was being handed to him so effortlessly, was something worth taking.

“Like I said, there's a future there for her.'' The woman spoke up, pulling Eren away from his thoughts. Then added, with a teasing tone, “And who knows, maybe there’s one for you too, old-timer.”

“Old-timer?” Eren scoffed through Gabby’s laughter that pierced the room. Though he was slightly grateful for the distraction from making any big decisions. “I’m not that much older than you.”

“I’d say you’re at least a decade older than me.” Y/N said, trying to hide her grin. “Give or take a few years.”

“I’m thirty-two.” Eren snapped, weirdly becoming defensive over his age. Something that he had never felt the need to do before. It was as though he needed to prove something to this woman, who was now staring at him with an amused expression.

Y/N clicked her tongue in feigned disappointment, “Four years off.”

“How old are you?” Gabby asked, clearly too lazy to do the math. Even if Eren had been taking the time to teach her throughout the quiet moments of their journey. Though, she did always hate when he forced her to answer complicated math questions while they traveled through the countryside. She would complain about why she would ever have the need to know multiplications when they should be focused on surviving. Eren always argued that it was best to keep a sharp mind.

“Twenty-six.” Eren answered for her.

“You must’ve been young when this whole thing started.” Gabby said, thoughtfully.

“I was eighteen.” Y/N shrugged, “Not as young as you were, I’m sure.”

“I was six.” Gabby confirmed, her voice small, her gaze finding its home on the toes of her boots.

Eren watched as Y/N’s eyes softened towards the young girl. It was obvious what she must have been thinking. That six was far too young for anyone to survive in this world. That there must be some unimaginable horrors that she must have seen for her to be alive today. A subject Eren knows all too much about since getting to know the girl. Though he found that all out by happenstance and context clues. He wasn’t the type of man to pry into someone else’s backstory. And it seemed that Y/N was the same way. Any question she might’ve had was kept to herself as she glanced over at Eren, their eyes meeting. An unspoken sense of understanding bouncing between their irises.

They were interrupted by the sound of Ellie’s claws clicking against the wooden floor.

“Finished eating?” Y/N said to her dog, reaching out her hand to pet her head as she expected Ellie to stop at her side. Strangely enough, the dog barely glanced her way, she just padded along, not stopping until she jumped on the couch, turned in a circle to find the most comfortable position and then slumped down with a huff next to Eren, who stiffened at the dog’s presence.

“Traitor.” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. Though she seemed unsurprised when Ellie chose to sit by a stranger they just met rather than her.

“I think she likes you.” Gabby laughed.

“The feeling is not mutual.” Eren asserted, his voice low like he was being acquainted with his worst enemy. Both Y/N and Gabby laughed, not realizing he was serious. Or maybe they did and that’s what made it so funny.

“She’s always been like that.” Y/N told them, turning back to her forgotten peaches.

“Like what?”

“She finds the person who likes her the least in the room and then sticks to them like glue.” Y/N explained, “She was like that with my dad.”

“Your dad didn’t like her?”

Y/N’s lips turned up in a small smile. “Nah, he only pretended to hate her. Deep down I think he really loved her. He was secretly a big old softie. I think Ellie can sense stuff like that.”

“If you are insinuating that I’m a ‘softie’...”

“I don’t know, I think she might be onto something.” Gabby giggled.

“Don’t worry, I’m not insinuating anything.” Y/N said, lifting her hands up in reassurance, “Though the dog is never wrong…”

“Okay, I’m done with this.” Eren chided, standing up from his seat on the couch, Ellie’s head lifting up in curiosity as he did. “I’m going to check for potential points of entry. You two would be smart to find something useful to do.”

“Back to business.” Gabby grumbled, rolling her eyes as he crossed the floor. His heavy footfalls caused the cabin to creak and groan under his boots.

“I saw that.” Eren snapped before disappearing into one of the random doors that led to rooms unknown.

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Is he always like that?” Y/N asked, nodding her head to the door that Eren just left through. Gabby looked towards the direction in which she gestured, an indignant sigh escaping her lips.

“Pretty much.” Gabby responded, slumping in her seat, not at all taking Eren’s orders seriously.

“How can you deal with all that?” Y/N questioned, holding out the can of peaches towards the younger girl. Gabby looked at her apprehensively, as if she was unsure if she should take more of the woman's dinner.

“I’m full.” Y/N reassured, “You can finish them.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to waste any food.” Gabby rationalized, causing a chuckle to fall from Y/N’s lips as she eagerly grabbed the can from her. Wasting no time to tip the sweet fruit onto her tongue. Any decorum lost as she spoke through a full mouth, “And, don't get me wrong, there are some days where he annoys the hell out of me… but he’s a good guy.”

She swallowed at her food thickly. Y/N almost thought she was going to choke. But that wasn’t the case. Maybe it was just hard for the girl to admit. Which was proven to Y/N when Gabby’s demeanor shifted into something more serious.

“He’s kept me alive. Which is saying a lot since I annoy him most of the time too. I’m surprised he hasn’t ditched me.”

“You guys aren’t related?” Y/N asked, but she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

“No.” She explained, and Y/N would have been fine if she stopped at that, she wouldn’t want to force the kid to talk about things that made her uncomfortable. But maybe something about the older woman had gotten Gabby to trust her, it took Y/N by surprise when she kept speaking.

“I was— I had… gotten separated from my group. I was alone for maybe a week or two when Eren found me in an abandoned warehouse. I didn’t have much food so I was practically dying of starvation, I couldn’t put up much of a fight. He could’ve killed me… or at least kept walking. But he decided to help.”

“You must not annoy him that much then.” Y/N offered. Gabby blew air out of her nose in silent laughter.

“Trust me I do.” Gabby said, “I make a point of it.”

Y/N laughed at that. “Good, it’ll keep him on his toes.”

A grin was shared between the two of them. A moment noticed where they had found a kindred soul. It was strange for Y/N. It had been a long time since she had made a friend. And she never would have expected that her first friend in years would be a teenage girl. But she could already tell that they would get along just fine. Maybe she could get along with Eren too, if this girl was his saving grace.

“It’s obvious that he cares about you a lot.” Y/N observed.

“Really?” Gabby asked, almost as if she didn’t believe it. Y/N wondered if she would even believe that he had a knife to her throat only a couple of hours before, in the name of her protection. She obviously wouldn’t disclose that information with the girl, knowing it might upset her. But Y/N couldn’t hold a grudge against Eren for his actions. She understood exactly what brought him to do it. Y/N nodded with a soft smile.

“Yeah.” Y/N replied, “I can tell he’s a good guy.”

“I was under the impression that you didn’t really like him.”

“I don’t.” Y/N admitted, “But like I said— the dog is never wrong.”

Eren’s P.O.V.

He had walked into a bathroom. Though it seemed his exit had ended with a dignified resolution (or a dramatic flourish as Gabby would put it), he felt foolish as he stood there, barely anywhere to move in the small tiled-room. The closer the walls were the bigger his ego felt. And Eren hated it.

But since he didn’t want to admit defeat and go back into the living room, he decided that there might be something useful in here. So he pushed away any frustration he felt from the previous conversation and pressed on.

The metal of the faucet lever was cold on his fingers as he flicked it on. Nothing came out. Which wasn’t a surprise, clean, drinkable water hadn’t been easy to come by during these times. But Eren still had hope that one day, in one of these abandoned houses, his luck would change. Looked like it wasn’t today.

Next was the cabinet behind the mirror, picked through from the looks of it, the only thing that was left were some stray cotton swabs. An annoyed sigh fell from his lips as he let the cabinet door swing shut, the mirror rattling a bit as it fell back into place. His eyes met his own in the reflection.

It’s been a long time since he observed his own features. Vanity was one thing that had to be quickly forgotten if you wanted to survive. He never cared much for his looks, but damn, he has seen some better days. Now it made sense why Y/N thought he was so much older. He looked so tired and… angry. And the few stray gray hairs that were strewn throughout his hair did not help. Nor did the five o'clock shadow. He ran a hand over his mouth, feeling the rough skin under his palm.

Eren examined himself for only a second longer, before shaking his head and crouching down to see if there was anything under the sink. There wasn’t much there either, save for some gauze (which he pocketed) and a box way in the back, tucked behind the piping.

When he pulled the box free from its hiding spot he found it was a box of tampons. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he thought of the mortifying situation of having to hand this over to Gabby. But he knew these were a gold mine for her. And if he had to be traveling with a teenage girl he might as well make the ride easier for him. Maybe he could find a way to sneak it into her backpack. The box found its home next to the gauze in his pocket.

As Eren stood to take one more glance around the room, a loud bang sounded out from the other side of the door. In one swift moment his gun was back in his hands, the door slamming against the wall from how quickly he exited the bathroom. His heart was beating loudly in his chest. Please let the kid be alive.

He expected to find blood, a body, or any other horrifying thing his mind could come up with. What he saw instead, was a mattress in the middle of the room, the furniture spread out, and the two girls huffing from exertion. Ellie was still on the couch, her tail thumping against the leather in a form of contentment.

“That thing was heavier than I expected.” Y/N said, placing her hands on her hips. Gabby nodded in agreement before flopping down on the mattress, her limbs sprawled out across the plush surface.

“What are you doing?” Eren asked, placing his gun back in its holster.

“Sleeping arrangements.” Gabby answered, propping herself up to look at Eren, “It was Y/N’s idea. She said it would be like a ‘slumber party.’”

“I used to do this with my friends freshman year of college— Well the only year of college…” Y/N trailed off, and a glimpse of who this woman was before this hell broke out flashed before Eren's eyes. He shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“Anyways, you get the picture.” Y/N waved off, “It’ll be fun.”

“Fun isn’t something we can afford these days.” Eren countered, stepping further into the room.

“Don’t worry, there’s something in it for you too.” She replied, that teasing tone hinting through her words once more. “You can keep an eye on her and the traitorous murderer you think that I am all at the same time. If that isn’t what you consider fun, then I got you pegged all wrong.”

Eren’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he stared at her. She held her ground as he did, her smile not once faltering.

“Fine.” He said gruffly, after a minute of chewing it over. Y/N’s smile shifted into a grin at his response, Gabby exhaled an excited ‘yes!’ from the bed.

“Then it’s settled.” She grinned, “I’ll get the rest of the blankets.”

“You do that.” Eren breathed, as he moved to find his spot back on the couch. He rubbed at his eyes, already exhausted from this woman’s added energy.

“Psst.” He heard from the floor. He moved his hand to look at Gabby. Though she must’ve thought her first attempt at garnering his attention fell flat, as a throw pillow came flying at his face. It bounced off his forearm, which he lifted in defense just in time.

“What?” He hissed.

“I like her.” She whispered. Eren paused, taking in the hopeful features of the teenager in front of him.

“Don’t get attached.” He said simply.

“Why not?” Gabby argued, still in her hushed tone. “She could make us stronger. Help us out, you know?”

Eren considered this. It was true, this woman seemed to know what she was doing when it came to surviving. And there was strength in numbers. But she would be another mouth to feed. Another person to keep alive. Plus her stupid dog.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” Eren decided, not wanting to go back and forth on the pros and cons list. “Get some sleep, kid.”

“Ugh, fine.” Gabby groaned, flopping back down on the mattress.

Their conversation had ended just in time as Y/N returned to the room, her arms stuffed with more pillows and blankets.

“I haven't slept in a real bed like this in months.” She told them as she dumped the blankets onto Gabby.

“I don’t think I ever slept in a bed like this.” Gabby responded, sitting up from under the pile, pillows falling pathetically onto the floor. “This thing is huge.”

“It’s a king. These people were probably rich.” Y/N agreed, lifting up one of the blankets, and kicking the rest of them onto the floor. Gabby took her cue and got up and watched as Y/N started making the bed. She flicked the edge of a sheet so it floated above their heads before fitting nicely over the mattress. As she did the same with the rest of the blankets, Gabby would help to make sure each one was spread evenly.

“What about you?” Y/N asked as they did so.

“What about me?” Eren replied, assuming she was talking to him by the way she nodded at him when she asked.

“When was the last time you slept in a bed like this?”

Eren looked down at the now nicely made bed, Gabby placing down the pillows at the top, everything looking so much more expensive than anything he had owned in his previous life.

“Never.” He answered honestly.

“Then you should try it out.” Y/N responded, her words seemingly genuine, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Not a chance.” Eren scoffed. “I’ll keep watch.”

“You’re going to stay up all night?”

The look he gave her must have answered Y/N’s question. Her lips pursed in a thin line, almost like she was unhappy. But she didn’t argue with him, which came as a surprise. He was bizarrely grateful. It had been a long day and he didn’t have the energy. It seemed that she didn’t either.

“Is it alright if I share this with you?” She then asked Gabby. Eren opened his mouth to protest, still untrusting of this woman, but like always he was late to the punch.

“Of course.” Gabby answered, way more trusting than Eren ever would be. “This thing is huge, I’d feel bad if you’d have to sleep on the floor.”

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled at her, grabbing a pillow and placing it at the other end of the bed, apparently still considering the space that should be kept between strangers.

Those were the last words that were spoken for the night. Soon shoes were tugged off, heads were on pillows and the sounds of soft, steady breathing filtered into the room. Slowly but surely.

Eren’s eyes stayed wide open, his gaze fixed on the dying embers of the fire.

Eren was running. Razor sharp branches reached out from either side of him, cutting up the skin of his arms and legs. He heard the moans and groans grow louder and louder behind his back, knowing they were gaining on him. His heart was pounding in his ears, his legs were killing him. Somewhere through the growling and his panicked breathing he heard a voice, someone calling to him. Hope sparked deep in his stomach and he knew that if he could only get to where that voice was coming from, only then would he be safe. He reached a hand out. His foot caught on a root. He was falling to the ground and then—

He was awake. He startled up straight in his seat, a quilt slipping off of his chest as he did. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the fabric that was crumpled across his legs.

“Are you okay?”

It was Y/N. His eyes found her at the other end of the couch, her features illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the windows, the fire now completely out. Her fingers smoothing over Ellie’s head which was resting in her lap. He put two and two together, realizing that she must have been the culprit behind the blanket. Huh.

Eren looked around the room, trying to catch his bearings. Snores emanated from the curled up figure on the bed he knew to be Gabby. Everything else was quiet. There was nothing coming.

“How long was I out?” He asked, ignoring her first question.

“I’m not sure.” Y/N shrugged, “You were asleep when I woke up. Decided to take over the watch since you were… preoccupied.”

“Did anything happen?”

“Nothing of note.” She responded. Eren let out a deep sigh, his body visibly relaxing into the couch. He let his head fall back against the edge of the furniture, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed at nothing.

“Bad dream?” Y/N inquired, shifting in her seat to face him. Ellie huffed, obviously annoyed at having to remove herself from her previous comfortable position. She curled up closer to Eren. Y/N didn’t seem to mind. And strangely neither did he.

He stole a look at her sideways. “Is it that obvious?”

“I doubt anyone’s having any good dreams these days.” She replied. He nodded in agreement.

“What was it about?”

Silence fell over the cabin once more as Eren contemplated her question. He was never really the type to indulge in these types of conversations, but she was here and she was asking, so why wouldn’t he? If only for tonight.

“The usual.” Eren sighed, “Running away from those horrible things… Not making it in time.”

It was Y/N’s turn to nod, only this time in understanding. “Yeah, that’s what woke me up too.”

“What was yours about?”

The subtle surprise that flitted across the girl's face matched how Eren felt when the words tumbled out of his lips. He wasn’t even sure if he really cared for the answer. But as he waited for her response it sort of felt like he did. Maybe it was something about what she had said earlier. He wanted to get to know her.

“It’s the same every night.” She said, her voice turning into a soft hush, “I lose her every single time.”

Eren watched as Y/N’s hand dropped onto her dog, her fingers intertwining through the black fur.

He knew those kinds of dreams all too well. If he doesn’t wake up before the initial fall, that’s when he realizes he’s all alone, surrounded by those monsters. He had failed. The one thing he promised her. He didn’t protect her.

His eyes rose up from her hand, meeting her irises. It was dark, so he couldn’t be sure, but he swore that her eyes were shining with unshed tears, reflected by the small bit of moonlight. The beating heart in his chest stirred in a way that made him slightly uncomfortable. He never knew how to deal with other people's emotions. Though the one thing he did know, was that behind those tears was genuine fear. Fear of loss. Fear of being left alone in this world. Fear of failure. It was the exact same feeling that hid behind his own teal eyes. It was what he saw in the mirror in that tiny bathroom. An epiphany hit him in the dark of the night.

He drew in a breath.

“We’ll go with you.”

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A/N: omg!!! so he decided to tag along with Y/N (like we didn’t all see that coming 🙄) I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! please don’t be afraid to message me too! I’d love to talk to you guys about this fic (or anything for that matter!) ILY ALL!!! (oh also i promise I’ll make a masterlist post for this soon i’m just very lazy)

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vaguesxrrow · 11 months

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Same boat here -have the itch to write but need that starting point!

Could I please request a reader whump with Buck or Eddie or both rescuing/caring? Either a romantic pairing or platonic! <3

helloo tysm for the request! i decided to go with both of them, and this could be interpreted as either romantic or a very close platonic friendship lol. it's a bit short, but i hope u enjoy it anyway!

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buck/eddie/reader

tags: hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, whump!reader, buck and eddie as the caretakers

cw's: fires (at the start)

wc: 805

buck and eddie rescue reader from a fire at their workplace, and take care of them back in their shared home

Buck and Eddie saved people for a living. Obviously. You had heard many tales of their courageous rescues at the dinner table, and while you sympathised with the victims you heard about, their stories had seemed so... far away. You never thought something like that would happen to you.

But now, as you pressed yourself against the window of your office, away from the encroaching fire, you realised how wrong you had been.

Suddenly, you heard sirens. God, you could've cried of relief then and there, if it weren't for how you were trying to limit your smoke inhalation. Turning around to face the window, you waved at the fire truck down below. As the firefighters filed out of the vehicle, you instantly recognised two figures: Buckley and Diaz, their jackets read.

Your boys were here. No need to worry now.

You also spotted Bobby, who you guessed was giving out commands and directing different firefighters to the different entrances of your work building.

You hoped everyone would be okay.

"Y/n!" Buck yelled, as he barged through the door. He attempted to lunge at you through the fire, but Eddie held him back. You couldn't help but laugh a little. You'd never been more grateful to see their faces as you were now.

"We're coming to get you, don't worry," Eddie said. He and Buck worked to put out the fire in quick succession. The second it was out, they dropped the extinguisher and rushed to your side.

Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders, looking you up and down, and even spinning you around a little to check for any injuries. You saw Buck right behind Eddie, appearing to be collecting himself.

"I'm okay, Eddie," you said. "Buck, c'mere." You engulfed him in a hug, pulling Eddie into the fold as well.

Buck pulled away. "You scared me."

"You guys save people literally every day," you pointed out.

"It's different when it's you."

"I'm okay," you repeated. "Now get me out of here, firefighter."

Eddie insisted on carrying you - bridal style- while Buck ran ahead to clear the way. You hung onto Eddie's neck, heart racing from adrenaline.

"I got you, Y/n," Eddie whispered as you raced down the last flight of stairs.

Buck burst through the entrance, waving you and Eddie outside as well. Although you were already outside, Eddie neglected to set you down, and you didn't make him. It was only when Hen appeared, insisting on looking you over, that he begrudgingly set you down on the ledge of the engine. He and Buck sat next to you on both sides, looking at you in worry as you breathed into the oxygen mask Hen had administered to you.

"I don't need three firefighters fawning over me, guys," you complained. "Go back in and save some more people."

"No need," Bobby's voice sounded. "We're all good. Everyone's safe. You okay, Y/n?" he asked you.

"I'm okay, Bobby. Are you sure there aren't any more people who need help?"

"Don't worry about it." He directed his attention to Eddie and Buck. "Buckley, Diaz, why don't you go home and take care of her?"

"Yes, sir," Buck said eagerly. He stood up and held his hands out to you and Eddie. "Come on, guys. Let's go home."

⌦ — —

"Awh, guys, you really didn't have to," you said as Buck and Eddie approached you with a bowl of your favourite food and a glass of water in their hands.

You were laying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito that they had adamantly insisted you stay cocooned in. They set down the meal on the coffee table in front of the TV, briefly disappearing to grab their own bowls.

Soon, you were all settled - you in the middle, sandwiched between the boys. You were grateful for their presence, and the water they had brought you. Your mind kept going back to the fire. Your throat felt itchy, and although it could've been chalked up to anxiety, it was a bit difficult to breathe.

Eddie kissed your forehead. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Throat's just a little scratchy. Smoke inhalation, probably."

"What? You should've told us earlier," Buck spoke.

"It's only just coming on now," you defended. "And it's not that bad."

"Anything hurting you is bad," Eddie chimed in. He lifted the glass of water to your lips. "Drink."

You complied, taking a few sips.

"If your symptoms get any worse, you gotta tell us, okay?" Buck said. He brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead so he could kiss you there lightly.

"I will, I promise." You shifted, leaning your head on Eddie's shoulder and reaching for Buck's hand. "Can we watch a movie now?"

"Let me guess, Marvel?" Buck and Eddie asked at the same time.

You laughed. "Obviously."

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 3 months

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Maze runner chapter eleven

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The doors behind you slid open, letting light fill the current darkness. Slowly you each stepped out into the hallway. Lights clocked on one by one until the white light filled the hallway. It looked like it went on forever in both directions.

Mai Mai was first to move, her nose sniffing the air as she walked. You all followed her in a deafening silence. She stopped at a door, a green light beside it. It was black with red letters printed across it. Thomas stepped forward and with a shaking hand he took hold.of the handle twisting it downward. it opened into a white corridor, orange lights span as a warning through the thin layer of smoke. Two men were lying on the ground. Mai Mai jumped up at a window and pressed her nose to the glass, her breath steaming it up. You look in and see two bodies covered by sheets and know instantly that it was Ben and Alby. Your heart broke a little.

“What happened here?” Winston asked as you walked through. More people in white coats lay on the ground with bullet wounds. Newt sees the many monitors at the work stations.

“So they were watching us. This whole time.”

Thomas stepped up to a station and he knew in his heart this had been his. He pressed a button on the screen and a video of a woman sprang into life.

“Hello. My name is Doctor Ava Paige. I'm Director of Operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. If you're watching this, that means you have successfully completed the Maze Trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you…” the tiger touched your hand and led you to a smaller room at the back. Ok the floor a woman, the woman in the video laid. Blood on her face. You pick up the small revolver gun by her hand.

“but circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now, you must all be very confused… angry, frightened. I can only assure you, that everything that's happened to you… everything we've done…”

You zone out the video deciding instead to look at the computers. There is a list of everyone's names that you run your finger down. It's in the order you each arrived in. Beside them was a tick or cross indicating which were alive and which were dead. It hurts your heart to see so many crosses.

“All in an effort to understand what makes them different, what makes you different. You may not realise it but you're very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun. As you will no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared. It may be too late for us...for me… but not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember… Wicked is good.”

The video ended with the woman shooting herself in the head. The others spot you and then the woman.

Another door opens up and you all assume it's the way out.

“Is it over?” Chuck asks optimistically.

“She said we were important. What are we supposed to do now?” Newt asks.

“I don't know. Let's get out of here.” Thomas said.

“ No.” The voice makes you all jump and turn round.

“Gally?” You whisper. Mai Mai takes a step forward but then stops and holds you back.

“Don't. He's been stung.” Teresa says. She had seen the black in his eyes before you.

“We can't leave.” He says.

“We did. Gally, we're out. We're free.” Thomas tries to convince him.

“Free? You think we're free out there? No. No, there's no escape from this place.” Gally holds a gun up towards you all.

“Gally, listen to me. You're not thinking straight. You're not. Now, we can help you. Just put down the gun.” You say raising your hands up in front of you.

“I belong to the maze.” He holds back his tears.

“Just put down the gun.”

“We all do.” He says. There is no time to think, Minho pushes you back and throws his spear, Chuck doves in front of Thomas and Gally fires his gun and he drops to the floor. You push past the other boys and rush to Gally's side.

“No Gally, please don't do this, we can save you, come on.” behind you Chuck looks up at Thomas.

“Thomas…” blood soaked his shirt and he fell to the ground

“Chuck. Oh, shit. Shit.Look at me, look at me! Oh, shit! Chuck, look at me, all right? I got you, buddy. Just hang on It's okay.” Thomas cries as he holds the boy.

“Thomas, Thomas…” Chuck presses the small figure into Thomas's hand and takes his last breath.

“No, Chuck. You're gonna give it to them yourself. Remember, I told you that. Come on, wake up! Damn it! We made it. Come on.”

In that moment the doors to the outside world open up. There is a shit fired and you see Mai Mai slump to the ground. Men in uniforms come rushing in and start leading you all away. One man grabs at you and though to try to fight him, he manages to pull you off Gally and carry you outside and throws you into the helicopter. You land next to Newt.

“Where's Mai Mai? You call out.

“It's okay she's in the copter, you'll see her soon.” An older male voice explains. You rest back against Newt, Gally's blood on your hands and cry. Thomas finally gets into the helicopter after being dragged much as you had been from Chuck. The man who had spoken to you finally removed his mask once the copter doors where shut.

“Don't worry. You're safe now. Relax, kid. Everything is gonna change.”

Next chapter

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sharpened--edges · 2 years

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On May 30th, 2020, thousands of people descended on downtown Chicago for a raucous daytime march. The gathering was part of a nationwide crescendo of rebellion that began in Minneapolis five days prior in response to the police murder of George Floyd. After being cooped up for months amid the uncertainty of the Covid pandemic, fearful of everyone as a potential carrier of disease, we had been set free by the images of Minneapolis’s Third Precinct aflame. Hitting the streets that day was something akin to a religious experience. From the onset it was clear that the crowd would not follow the shopworn “peaceful” Black Lives Matter protest script. I watched with glee as teenagers scurried through the crowd graffitiing every conceivable surface with anti-cop slogans like ACAB and Fuck 12, alongside their own confrontational reappropriation of “Black Lives Matter,” a long stalled out movement which many of them were too young to have participated in. An American flag was summarily lowered and burned, and after some spirited debate involving sentimental locals, the Chicago flag was similarly put to the torch. Chicago Police cars were attacked, their windows smashed with the skateboards preferred by many young people, or whatever else people could get their hands on. Multiple CPD cars were set on fire. The cops themselves were outmaneuvered by a massive crowd swarming a sprawling downtown grid, and formed defensive lines unprotected from behind, wantonly swinging clubs and deploying pepper spray with no clear purpose save perhaps their proximity to particularly valuable sites of potential looting. […] By the standards of the summer of 2020, this was not a particularly remarkable turn of events. Cops were outflanked and overrun in cities across the United States all summer. They were confounded by the ferocity of the riots, the abuse rained down on them by even the so-called peaceful protesters, and perhaps most shockingly, the people whom they ordinarily harass and intimidate with impunity defending themselves—and even going on the attack. Perhaps some cops were surprised by the realization that tens of millions of Americans hate their guts and want them to quit their jobs or else just die. If they were honest with themselves, though, they’d admit this was all a long time coming. The biggest surprise of the George Floyd Rebellion is how long it took to arrive.

Jarrod Shanahan, “Every Fire Needs a Little Bit of Help,” Endnotes, 2022.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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.....i hate that you converted me. Fine, you win, may i please request Itward comforting reader? The post about matchmaking(specifically the bit where they get locked up) made me feel. Things.

I just think it would be interesting to see usually laidback and chill reader crumble a little at this. Specifically because i hate hate hate things going out of control when i expect them to be predictable. Outside? Yeah, i cannot control the world, it's not my burden. In a group of people? Well am a part of it only, so i can only do my thing and socialize, not police what they're doing.(althrough i do so.. sometimes.. i just like being reliable..) But in MY LIVING ROOM? Nah, if something unusual is happening i'm stressed. Oh the door is closed? Well fuck, just gonna have to sit here and panic, then rage for a bit and try not to cry. And if its a tight/dark space? OHOOHOOO, a panic attack is waiting!

Itward comforting reader !

Yahoo I'm finally getting to this ehehehe!! Hope you enjoy this!

As for the converting

Giggles

Evilly smiles

The evil spell has worked (evil spell is my writing and character interpretations)

Also that last bit gave me an idea so this post is gonna tackle two settings, in terms of where you guys get locked up >:)

Side note today today by jack stauber reminds me of itward idk why

So it may have.. left my mind.. but I forgot that itward can kinda. Teleport. Or at least make little portals, as seen in chapter 1... as well as being able to just vanish as seen when he opens the window for fran in the twins house (not sure if that was him becoming invisible or teleporting, both seem in character)

But let's say, for the sake of plot and perhaps some character stuff... there are rules for his abilities, which can prevent him from using them. Mostly cooldown stuff, which.. wouldnt prevent it much unless hes doing it a lot but.. hush, I dont have many ideas!!

With that said, let's get on with the post!

Assuming you guys are locked in a room within the ship:

At first only you notice the door shutting. Itward doesnt notice it wont open until he goes to exit, only to find you're both stuck. Lets also say this is the only room with one exit; so the chemistry room most likely. Though if it were any of the other rooms, we can assume the second exit is also locked down

Itward would likely think that it's a malfunction of sorts, thanks to the doors not being manual push/pull doors... probably silently curses himself for not thinking about the possibility of a jam

Though, hes very clearly a skilled mechanic and engineer, so hes already thinking of what could be the issue and how to fix it

Probably gets way too sucked in taking off the button panel thing to get into the mechanics and wiring... it's not until he notices you quietly freaking out that he looks over his shoulder to check on you

Oh..

Oh dear..

Slowly drops the spare tools he keeps on him (I mean.. we DID see him pull a wrench out of no where when he started working on his ship during the fire berry thing... perhaps he keeps them within his bones? Like his rib cage? Like obviously it was just the game trying to save time from hydt having him pull one out rather than animate him picking one up from the ground buuuuut I'm silly)

Quietly asks if youre alright

A silly question, he can admit, hes been around many people and this is no new sight for him..

Barely refrains from putting a hand on your shoulder but stops before he reaches you, afterall hes never seen you like this and he doesnt know if you're okay with touch

Assures you that he will have the door open soon, correctly assumes that that is the issue... I mean, he can understand why it's scary, I mean, to be trapped like that. No one would like that

(Ignore that he did the same to fran, albeit non maliciously)

Refuses to get to work on the door (doesnt even realize hes prolonging the issue) until he can get through to you and help you

Hangs onto every word you say, and delivers anything you need

Need a hug? He will wrap his arms around you, and perhaps even purr. Need reassurance? He'll let you know the door is just jammed and he will fix it soon enough. Need to fill the silence? Itward will rattle on about things to keep it from going wuirt5

As soon as the door is opened he steps out of the way, letting you exit first

Keeps a close eye on you for a few hours after the fact

If you guys get locked in a closet

This one is already way worse thanks to the limited wiggle room as well as the darkness. The only light is coming from itwards eyes, and even then its not a lot

You guys are pressed up against each other, but this little scenario is not at cheesy or romantic... itward can feel your heart beating against him, so he immediately knows something is wrong

How did you guys even end up trapped here?

I dunno :3

It's too tight and cramped to move, so itward trying to force the door open or mess with the button panel is a no go.. really, of all the doors to have a manual door, the broom closet should have been the one to have it..

Honestly I think he tries 1 of 3 things

Force the door open with his strength (can he do that? We know that in terms of his powers hes packs a bit of a punch, he managed to face off remor to buy fran time in chapter 1, but I'm unsure of how strong he is physically)..though hed have to try to twist around to face the door

Knock on the door with his foot to try to get someones attention for help, and perhaps guide them through how to open the door

Or three, try his little teleporting trick and take you with him

Regardless of what option he goes through, he can't deny that theres something wrong with you

Unfortunately of you need a hug he cant, given the limited room.. plus you may feel claustrophobic enough..

Tries to give nervous reassurances as he tries to come up with an idea

Most likely case is the teleporting thing, assuming he has the capabilities of doing so in that moment

But just know as soon as you guys are free hes sitting you down at the table in the main area of his ship and making you a cup of tea

Quietly asks you if everythings alright

Similarly, he keeps a close eye on you for a while after this

#itward headcannons #itward imagine #itward x reader #fran bow itward #itward

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piggycyberwarrior · 1 year

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Arcane Characters x reader- when your sick

Summary: How will the arcane characters react when you are sick?

Includes: Ekko, Vi, Caitlyn

a/n: !!Reader is a kind of medic!! and not thaaat sick (just a cold), but its cute

Warnings: no proof, medicine, talking about an amputated leg, fire

Ekko:

You are something like a medic for the firelight

That means you are very important (of course you are)

You help sick people. No matter what age. Children, adults, even your boyfriend. So once you were sick, not only ekko but also everyone else panicked.

The firelights tried not to get huge cuts, burns, and even gunshot wounds on missions, so you could recover in peace.

You were the only one who knew about medicine or how to sew a wound in the right way, you saved many lives so everyone tried to help you. (Even if it was just a cold).

ekko handed over missions to Scar to take care of you. He had learned a few tricks from Vander and Vi when one of them was injured or sick.

He brought you soup or played video games with you in bed

he was hardened to colds so he also lay down with you and tried to get you to fall asleep.... which didn't work so well. The stuffy nose made your head feel weird.

“Did you know that any bookmark worth more than a dollar is a waste of money, because you could just use the dollar?” you asked with your eyes closed when Ekko thought you had finally fallen asleep.

"Gaaah!" he growled annoyed as he threw his pillow on your head. This was now the fourth failed attempt to get you to sleep

"Hey! I'm sick" you grumbled. He stared at you. You stared back. Silence

"are oranges called oranges because they are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange ?"

“Y/n! Sleep! Now!”

even if he tries hard to get you to sleep (and you end up falling asleep during a movie), he still tries to make everything perfect.

You also try to please everyone when they are injured. Hell you even amputated someone's leg right at a battlefield because one of the Firelights almost died. you were afraid yourself

he would also steal something like chocolate for you or would cut you some fruit (such a dear boy)

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Vi:

vi spoils you like a little child when you are sick.

She does everything for you.

You want to get a glass of water from the kitchen? Nu uh, she will get it for you!

you would lie in bed all day if it were up to her. You want to eat? She brings you something. You want to reach for the thermometer? She grabs it and takes your temperature.

You don't actually have to do anything. Well, almost nothing.

"Cupcake? What is paracetamol? Caitlyn says you should take some when you have a fever," she said as she combed through the many boxes in the cupboard. For being a Medic, you were pretty good with pills and medicine - you had to be.

You stood up and staggered to her, she wanted to object, but you pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I can take care of myself Vi, it's sweet that you do that, but I can go to the bathroom by myself" you giggled at the memory that Vi even wanted to carry you to the bathroom.

"i know.... still I want to do as much for you as I can.... so, what is paracetamol?" "It's a tablet that brings down a fever.... here this is the package."

since then she tries not to be so overcautious. You were right. You could take care of yourself - you are strong.

Still, she tries to take most of it off your hands. You had patched her up when she came home with bloody fists and a swollen cheek too.

"I love you, sweetie." you whispered as Vi helped you change the cold washcloth on your forehead

She briefly stopped what she was doing. Then a smile crept onto her face. She quickly leaned down to you and pressed a small kiss on your lips

"Vi! You're getting sick!!" She falls on top of you. "I don´t care" she murmured.

You sighed.

“I love you too, cupcake.”

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Caitlyn:

I think she would be a little sad? I’ll explain

She would be sad to see you suffering, staring out the window- you longed to go outside but are too exhausted to get up.

She would try to visit you more often or bring you to her.

After her shift she would come straight to you (if you were with her she would tell some servant to bring you some soup)

if you were at your house she would either bring you one or try to cook one herself, most of the time however, the first option.

You don't let her in your kitchen anymore as she almost set the whole house on fire once...you still make fun of her...(she doesn't say anything because she likes your laughter)

she would ask around, since she hadn't gotten sick that often, what was the best thing to do when you had a fever, what to eat and what not to blah blah blah.

she even borrowed books from the library

At the end of the day she could tell you all about Vitamines and meds as if you didn't already know it.

ahem?????

who was the medic here again?

she brought you tangerines and apples, pears and also tea.

well she did her job very well in any case

after you got better she got sick and now you could take care of her

#caitlyn x sick! reader #vi x Sick! reader #ekko x sick!reader #arcane imagines #arcane writing #leauge of legends imagine #leauge of legends headcanons #arcane ekko x reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #arcane fluff

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dantenyhpmir · 11 months

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You Scare Me

Pairing; Konig x F!Reader,

Plot; Konig visits you in the hospital after saving you in the most gruesome way

Warnings; Voyeurism, threat of sexual assault/rape (Not from Konig), Freezing as a trauma response, PxV Sex, Unprotected sex, Oral sex(Fem receiving), “knife play”

Word Count; 5420

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The trip to the new mission was awkward to say the least. You and Konig had assigned seats next to each other but he didn't seem like he wanted to talk with you much. Honestly you got a long fine with everyone else on the team. Zero was the other sniper who was training you, she was so confident in her craft and in you it didn't take long for you to believe in your skills as well. The team got divided up differently this time. Ghost assigned Zero to cover himself and Soap while you were covering Alejandro and Konig. Both lovely people. Well you think. You couldn't get a read on Konig. No matter how often you worked together. Every hello you gave him was met with a quick hi and an even quicker exit. Like he wanted to avoid you. You were always kind, you didn't understand but now in the back of the jeep heading to the next mission, he couldn't bolt.

"You okay Konig?" You ask genuinely

"What? But of course" he says nervously, staring out the side of the jeep. Avoiding eye contact

Ghost is driving while Zero is in the passenger seat going over protocol. You aren't paying too much attention, you've been over it so many times. It feels like she's just saying it to fill the air. You turn away, pretending to listen while you also stare out the window. Konig's head slowly turns. He catches a look at your jawline, your beautiful hair and can't help but stare at your chest and especially your thighs. He swallows hard before your eyes realize his fixations and he turns again. Like a child caught in candy he shouldn't be eating.

"Are you nervous about the mission?" You ask out of concern

"Oh, um, yes. Very much so, quite" he coughed out.

You can see Zero's eye roll in the front mirror. And within the hour you would understand why.

Konig wasn't scared of anything. He was 6'8, absolutely massive and one of the deadliest men to probably ever walk the earth. Covering him in battle was basically a vacation, your scope framed on him but never really needing to squeeze the trigger. By the time you would notice another enemy he had disposed of them. Picking them off so quickly, most of them didn't register the giant was so within their scope. You fell victim to it in a way, so fixated on his moments, watching the hulk of a man move through out of the crowd destroying everything in his wake, you hadn't noticed an enemy sneaking up behind you.

There was no warning for you, that's what made it so scary. The instant pain of a knife going into your side. You cry out in agony, your instincts hardly ever failing. Even within your shock knowing to hit the button on your radio and crying out for help.

"I'm down, hurry!!!!" You manage to cough out as you turn to see your intended killer. One man standing over you as others follow him. Usually no one finds you over the hills behind the old barriers. Especially with how little shots you ever fired off. They must have just been heading this way and noticed you, hardly anything gave away your position.

He looms over you before kneeling down. Your adrenaline wants to take over so badly but your flight is stronger. You know you can't fight off all these men, not at close range. If they were far away they wouldn't stand a chance against you and your sniper, but they were too close and your body was betraying you. Bleeding out and in too much pain to get up and run like the devil was chasing you. All you could do was manage to drag yourself back, but you hit yourself on the barrier. What once was your cement alley turned into your prison as the man got closer trailing the knife over your cheek.

"We're going to have fun with you" he laughs

"Red, where are you??" Zero cries over the radio

"Tell her you're fine" he says while the knife moves deeper into your cheek and a smile tugs on his lips.

You swallow hard, too scared to move. You can't even do what he's asking. Your arms won't let you. Why was your body betraying you?

"Did I stutter?" He asks while grabbing on your face and pushing the knife in closer to your skin. This time cutting through the flesh

"Move!!" You think but you can't. They always talk about fight or flight but no one talks about freezing. How your body knows that fighting would end in turmoil and that you couldn't out run all of them. It felt like a betrayal, the way your body wanted to protect you. Sometimes training kicked in, sometimes it didn't and sometimes, the gentle giant would appear without a sound, barreling his hands over the man's head to stick his fingers into his eye sockets.

The man screamed in torment while dropping the knife as you came down from the shock. There stood Konig. Pulling this scum of a man away from you by his eyes that had already collapsed, leaving their gooey remains on Konig's fingertips as he smashed his head into the barrier next to you.

Over.

And over.

Again.

"Don't"

He smashes his head into the cement

"Ever"

Again with more veracity

"Touch"

Again

"Her"

You swear you can see pieces of the man’s skull at this point. You've never seen anything so grizzly, at least not this close up before. The site of the inside of a man's brain is enough to make you lose your lunch, between this and the amount of blood you've lost, your vision is already dizzy. Starting to fade. You try to stay awake, fighting with the last morsel of energy you attempt to scrape up to stay active but you can't.

The last thing you see is Konig turning to the other men who had followed your would be killer. Their shock stopped them in their tracks just as Konig tore into each of them. None of them had time to grab a hold of their weapon before their hands or throats were slit and then met with a thorough head bashing. They weren't just killed, “execution” seemed too generous from what you saw of Konig. They were obliterated. Their cries of terror drowned you out as your vision finally faded and your hearing along with it.

Beep.

The heart monitor calls to you as you wake.

Beep.

The air is stuffy, all you smell is Ethylene oxide and hydrogen peroxide in the air before finally registering your new room. Your new hospital attire.

Flowers and a card sit across the table. There's a note from Price explaining what had happened to you. As if you didn't know, as if you didn't live it. As if the hole in your side with a giant bandage wouldn’t cue up the memories. It made sense they wouldn't necessarily be there when you woke up. You didn't even know how many days you had been out. The flowers had a card reading from Zero and the card signed by everyone of the team. Everyone except Konig. You wondered if he had complicated feelings about the whole situation or if he didn't think anything of it. Maybe he realized how traumatizing seeing that was for you and wanted to avoid really taking accountability for that. Or the opposite could be true, he could be wondering why he even needed to step in in the first place. Where was your training? Why would an armed soldier not take care of herself?

What did it matter to you? You couldn't even tell if he liked talking with you. What would it matter what his thoughts on your situation were. You were hospitalized, you needed to focus on getting better. To rest while you could but your mind was so fixated on him. The way he moved, the second he was there. His words rang in your ear.

Don't

Ever

Touch

Her.

You took a moment to exhale. Over and over again you heard it in your head, and your mind's eye started wondering just as your hands did. No one was coming to check on you. The team would be busy, no one knowing when you'd actually wake up. You had plenty of time to explore, to day dream. To day dream of what that intensity could bring to you.

Don't

You see his eyes staring down at you in your wondering imagination

Ever

His hands, you think about ripping apart that man's skull

Touch

All for you

Her

When did you start wanting Konig? When did your brain start fixating on him so much, when did your body start craving his touch and could only settle for your own while you imagined just what he could do to you.

He could kill you if he wanted.

He never would.

He was scared of you.

Your body was so warm and cheeks already flushed thinking of him before even beginning to touch yourself. You moved the blanket off your bed, it was too hot. No one was coming anyway, let them see. With what you had been through, “who could judge, who would dare ask” you thought as your fingers explored between your lips, spreading every bit of juice that drenched out of you to the top of your clit as you ran circles around it. Off in your own world.

The hospital smell didn't bother Konig too much. His cloth mask typically blocked out most of the smells. He wasn't sure how you'd react to seeing him, he didn't know you that well. Not that he didn't want to. You just intimidated him. He was already confused by social situations enough as it was. The dynamic that existed between all the men on the team was enough to navigate and although you probably would've been easier to communicate with, something always stopped him. Anytime your eyes met him, it scared him. He'd choke and realize he hadn't said anything for too long. Realize you'd probably have caught him staring and he was too quick to lose track of time when he'd look at you.

He would always try to run into you. Maybe that day he would have the courage to ask you to grab a drink, but it would never be the day. He'd start over thinking. He had never seen you drink, would you even want to do that? What if it was a sensitive topic for you? Hours wasted going in circles over such a simple thing, if that was enough to over think with, the last two days were overwhelming.

How could you possibly want him after what he did to those men, in front of you. Your head was so close to theirs. Did you imagine if he'd had missed and it happened to you? Your wide eyes from terror were burned into his head, he hoped the fear that radiated off of you was from the other men but…. It would be reasonable to be because of him. From all the gore he caused. He would just lose it sometimes, he didn't mean too but he did. It was always rewarded here but it couldn't have been the gentlemanly thing to do even within the circumstances. Was it? God what a long walk it had been to the hospital to visit you. He had to talk to you. If only it wasn't because of this. Asking you out for a drink felt so much more reasonable after all that.

He had already been told your room number, quietly standing outside your hospital bedroom door. About to knock though it was slightly open. His eyes turned to look inside.

He couldn't help but linger on you. How could anyone? Even after days of being asleep he thought you looked beautiful, your hair just messed up in the most charming way, your eyes closed and at peace. It took him a moment to realize your breathing and your hands. Your breathing was getting heavier and your fingers were circling more and more. His eyes widened. He shouldn't be looking, it was a complete invasion of privacy but it was his turn to freeze.

God all he wanted to do was barge in and "fight" with you until that bed legs had broken but he couldn't. The right thing to do was leave but flight wouldn't work. He couldn't move his legs. All he could do was stare. Watch. Frozen.

Your pace quickened. Over and over in your head hearing again and again.

Don't

Ever

Touch

Her

And you let out a breath, so off in your own world before whimpering out his name.

"Konig"

His eyes widened as he fell forward through the door. If there was anything that was gonna make him move it would be hearing his name fall out of your lips while you touch yourself. The high is short lived though from the embarrassment he feels. Even through the small eye holes in his mask, you know he's flushed as he falls into your room and alarms you.

You stop.

You both stop.

There's a pause in the air.

A stillness.

You're caught.

He's seen you. He's seen you laying on bed spreading yourself and thinking of him inside you. He's heard you call out of his name while you play with your cunt.

And he's caught.

You've seen him watch you. How long was he at the door, staring in awe at you without your knowledge. You could call him a pervert or a voyeur all you wanted. it would be in your right too but why bother?

Why would either of you deny when you're both so clearly on the same page?

"I'm so-" he starts

"Konig" you cut off

Everytime he hears his name uttered from your mouth he's frozen.

Beat.

You haven't moved your hand.

He looks you up and down

"Do you want me?" You ask with big doe eyes and your lips slightly hung open, as if they’re just a little too heavy to close

"I– I, uh" he starts, not knowing where to go

You move your hand. The embarrassment washes over your face. He was just surprised, probably laughing at you under his breath. You cover up.

"Nevermind, that was stupid of me" you say looking down

"No, no it wasn't! I just-" he stutters

You look at him, with a confused intention on your face

"You scare me" he finally coughs out

Beat.

"What?" You're even more confused

"You're, really intimidating" he utters

"Konig, you destroyed every man like they were made of paper." You state, "how am I the intimidating one?"

"I'm sorry for that" he says without looking at you

"Why?" You ask

Now it's his turn to be confused.

"I just, lost control, thinking of you, hurt" he says scratching at his head through his cloth mask.

"You saved me" you say again, stating facts.

"Did I, scare you?" He ask, unable to look at you

"No, should I be scared?" You ask

"No" he says, finally looking you dead in the eyes "I don't, ever want to hurt you"

The eye contact sits in the air for a minute.

You move your hands slowly back down, your knees curl up as the blankets fall off your legs

"You can try," you say, looking down and back up at him. He's so shy, and scared. You have to make it clear to him. Almost hit him on the head with a shovel to make him realize how much consent he has. How much you want him. How much you want your guard dog.

His chest is breathing heavily.

He takes one slow step forward as his arm shuts the door. With a flick of his wrist it's slammed. There's another moment of silence before he exhales and takes another slow step towards you.

He's trying to keep himself contained.

His eyelids shut and you swear someone new is behind them. The half stare cuts into you, making your heart race.

"You aren't scared of me?" He asks, sternly.

"No." You say, shaking not from fear but pure excitement…. Well, maybe a little fear.

"You should be mein liebling" falls out of his mouth as he undoes his belt. It's painful, could he go any slower? You think to yourself but it does feel more threatening. more intense as he tossed it aside and grabbed your ankles to pull you over the side of the hospital bed. You sit up, holding your back up with your arms as your legs open with him standing between them.

“What does mein liebling mean?” You say staring at his lips

His hand reaches up slowly to hold onto the side of your face while his thumb rests on your bottom lip, taking a second to strum it.

“My darling” He answers

Your mouth basically hangs open at this point. If you hadn’t soaked through your panties before, you had now. The precious moments before he would lose it on you, it made your body tingle. Like every section was lit up with goosebumps.

“Can I move your mask?” You ask softly

“You can do whatever you please” he says slowly, his eyes unable to look away from your lips.

It takes you a moment to sit up. Leaning in closer, hooking your thumbs under the bottom of the cloth mask that drapes over his face. You look him in the eyes before slowly moving it up over his nose. His jawline exposed. The most you’ve ever seen of him in the months you’ve worked together.

He licks his lips.

You go to lean in but seconds before your lips can meet his, he interrupts

“Just so you’re aware, once I start, I won’t stop with you” he says in a low breath

“Is that a threat?” You tease

“Yes” he states.

“You wouldn’t hurt your liebling?”

“Never” he breathes as he leans in. He won’t kiss you, you’ll have to meet him here. Always“This flimsy bed doesn’t stand much of a chance, no?”

You can’t wait any longer as you throw your head into a kiss, your lips press as hard as they can against his and both his hands grab the side of your head pushing your kiss even closer. His body pushed right up against the hospital bed, he moves his hands from the side of your head to palm both your ass cheeks and drag you closer to him.

He needs you, pressed up against him. His hands run around your back to the ties on the hospital gown but they’re done in such a way that untying will take off your nails and he didn’t have the patience for that.

His mouth moved along the side of your neck, kissing and grazing the skin while your lashes fluttered and looked down. His hands went for his knife. Your eyes shake, you know he wouldn’t hurt you but you also can’t help but think how deadly he is with that thing,

“Konig….” you say nervously

But just as quickly as it takes you to register what’s happening, the strings on your hospital gown are cut. He moves aside to rip the clothing off you before going back to kiss your neck and hum into your ear “No need to be scared mein liebling, remember?”

“Right” you say, easing your own anxiety. You’d like to think your heart stops racing after this but it only gets faster. Tighter in your chest as he kisses down your body. Holding on your breasts and kissing around your nipples, grabbing as tightly as possible onto your waist before making his way to your panties, cutting them in a swipe as well. You can’t stop starring as he spreads your legs apart and kisses between your thighs, closer and closer to your slit. Being sure to kiss between the knook on your thigh and pelvis. He slows down even more as he kisses over your pubis and down over your clit, not touching it just yet but squeezing tightly on your thighs as his arms wrap around them. Lightly breathing warm air your opening, watching you pulse and looking up at the sweat falling from your forehead and cum drunk expression hanging off your face before even considering diving in.

“What do you want, Darling?” he coos with another breath hitting goosebump

“I want you to taste me” you say as fast as you can, you can’t stand him dragging this out of you.

He licks up the side of your thigh, over the knook connecting your pelvis, just beside your lips as his tongue curls in between your slits and runs along your clit. Just the tip grazes it over and over again, his tongue feels hard with how much pressure he’s put forward. Trying to contain himself but not being able to help himself much longer.

His arms grip onto your thighs, just within his finger tips you can feel his strength. You know you’ll be smiling at the 5 bruises of each finger tip on your thighs tomorrow as he pulls you in closer and buries his tongue inside. Feeling the inside of your walls and lapping up as much as he can, wanting to taste everything. The lining of his upper teeth pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down with each thrust of his head. Never letting the ends of them hit your most precious nerve.

His hands move over to your waist, pulling you in even closer and his tongue even deeper. His hands had felt the bandage on your side and adjusted. He wasn’t kidding, he wouldn’t hurt you. The bed shakes a little from his adjustment, not even an ounce of his weight is on the bed and yet the wheels screech below you as he moves you around.

You’re flushed, forehead and cheeks bright red and covered in sweat already looking down at him. Taking care of you. His eyelids open and slowly his gaze locks with yours as he laps you up slowly.

“Konig, please, I can’t hold out like this” you manage to get out

“Does it hurt you?” He asks, “To be this stimulated?”

“In a way” you cough out, “I love it, I want more. I want all of you. I want what you were threatening me with”

He pauses. Looking at you, not breaking your gaze. The cloth falls back over his face and he pushes it into his mouth to lap up your juices as he whips it across his mouth.

Never break from your gaze.

He stands up.

Slowly.

Looking down at you.

He holds your face with both hands, making you look at him. As if your eyes ever moved.

“You needed to be prepared first” he says as he undoes the button of his pants. You can see the bulge pressing forward already as they slide off. His boxers barely being able to hold him anymore as they finally come off and you see what was the most intimidating thing about him to date. Konig was a large man, to say the least and his proportions were, well, they made sense. You understood why you need to be prepped. You had never taken a cock this big, this long, with this much girth.

He grabbed your waist and rolled the bed forward along with you, careful to avoid the wound. His cock between the folds of your slits gets wetter and wetter with each pull of the bed. His face practically next to yours, looking down at you.

“Still not scared?” He asks

“Now I might be” you admit, feeling how long he is as he glides you back and forth along it. Not quite entering yet

“I would never hurt you” he explains, calmly

“I think you might” you breath, looking down at him, still grazing you. Still lining himself with you.

“We go at your pace, yeah?” he says, lining up the tip of his cock to the entrance of your slit. “Whatever you please”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself in, just the head moving yourself with the hospital bed. He stops the bed with his hands to make sure he doesn’t press in any farther.

“I want more” you cough out in a sweat

He holds your eyes and pulls the bed a little closer. You cry out.

“Fuck”

“More?” he asks

You catch your breath, “yes”

“As you wish” he coos as he pulls the bed again, along with your body more deeply. You cry out again.

“Shit that’s deep” you whine

He snickers.

“What?” you ask

“I still have more to give…”

“Hurt me” you say

He moves his nose to joust with yours.

“Oh mein pet, I don’t wa–”

“My pace, remember?”

There’s a pause. He looks you up and down.

“Once I start, I won’t stop. Remember?” he says sternly

“Bracing myself” you say, grabbing onto his neck and bringing your body close.

He wraps an arm around your body while the other absorbs the weight on the bed as he pulls you in as deep as he can go. Your mouth falls open but no words come out, it takes a minute for your cries to exit your body and then it takes a moment to bite down on his shoulder. He loves it, his body goes limp for half a second enjoying finally being fully inside you and the pressure your bite brings stiffens him back again.

“Oh mein liebling, you’re so delicate” he whispers in your ear before pulling you off him and slowly, slowly bringing you back in again. “I did not prepare you enough, I can feel you stretch around me”

He wasn’t kidding and it takes a few thrusts to finally adapt to him. He takes his time, slowly moving you back and forth, up and down on top of him. Your body holding onto him, nails digging into his back with each thrust until you can feel yourself relaxing. Enjoying every motion of his body. Each time he rocks you back and forth on his fat cock.

“Don’t stop” you breath out

“I haven’t started” he says

You don’t have the energy to muster saying anything else, only showing him with your body as you brace yourself again against him. He can feel the edges of your teeth lining up with his trap muscle and he knows you’re craving more.

“Hurt me” You cough out

He smiles under his mask for a brief moment before laying into you. Grabbing a hold of your waist with his arm as tightly as he can, leaning his weight into the bed with his other. He pulls you in as hard as he can and as fast as he can. You feel like a toy being thrown around, as if you weigh nothing with how fast he can throw your body onto his. Pushing deeper and deeper. He grunted with each thrust,

“Fuck, you’re so much tighter than I imagined” he whimpers as he thrusts into you, the wheels of the bed screeching beneath you. The ferocity shakes them, damaging them. The bottom layer or the wheels has surely been ripped off with how hard he was fucking you on that fragile hospital bed.

“Is that why you could never look at me?” You exude through breaths as he pulls back before driving his cock back into you. “You’re busy thinking of what I’d feel like?”

“And what your pretty eyes would look like whist you cum” He sings, “among other things”

“Tell me”

“Now all my mind will be able to think about is you touching yourself while thinking of me”

“I hope that’s burned into your brain the way your words are etched into mine” You whimper

“Which ones?” He asks “Mein Liebling?"

“That’s a new personal favourite for sure,” You catch your breath in between each time he plows into you. You need a minute again though, to bite into his trap muscle.

He exclaims, your bites kill him.

“What you said, on the mission” you manage to get out. “While you obliterated those men”

He pulls you in again and again.

“I don’t remember what I said, I’m sorry my darling” he grunts. “I was in a bit of a rage”

He pushes through, leaning even more into the bed frame.

“You said” you’re cut off by each thrust

“Don’t”

Thrust

“Ever”

Again

“Touch”

Again

“Her”

The bed breaks underneath you both. The legs not being able to sustain his weight, especially with how much he’s leaned into it. Just as you recognize the bed has broken out from under you, he catches you with his arm. You only feel the gravity affect you for a second before he’s got you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he pins you to the wall.

“No one does get to touch you” he says as he pins you there,

“No one huh?” You tease

He plows into you

“You get to touch me, I always want you touch me” You whimper into his ear

His pace doesn’t change, he keeps the same. Keep it consistent as you edge closer and closer though he might not be able to hold out much longer. All the nights he stayed up thinking about you, finally being able to bury himself inside you. Having you practically begging him for it, wanting him. Konig only ever felt wanted from the violence he could implore. Never for this. It was destroying him. You scared him.

“Tell me” he says under his breath

“Tell you what? That I crave your touch?” you exhale

“Tell me you want me” he thrusts again and again,

You catch your breath before meeting his request.

“I want you Konig” you cry “I’ve wanted you since we met.. I think about you every night, everytime I touch myself my mind wanders back to you.”

“Fuck, I’m so close” he grunts.

You were too and with his fingers tightening into your skin with each line you said, you wouldn’t be far behind him. Your body had been lit up and overstimulated for so long, you were surprised you had made it this far at all.

“I want you Konig” You scream “I want you, I want you so badly. I want you…”

“Every”

He pushes

“Single”

Thrusts again

“Night”

Again

“No one”

He pulls your whole body in

“Can touch me”

Again

“But you”

It’s enough to send you both over the edge, your stomach lights up from the orgasm finally not being able to be held back. No amount of bracing could stop you from finishing all over his cock and he had to let go and fill you with every ounce of cum he had. His legs were weak, not even necessarily the work out but hearing you call to him like that. Would make any man weak in the knees as he kept you pushed up against the wall.

Your body took so long to stop twitching, you could feel each vein going off and pulsing on his cock, hitting your walls as he took a moment. Allowing every drop to meet your walls before finally being able to look at you. He held you in place while slowly, very very slowly pulling out but the shaft of his cock ran along your clit and sent jolts through your body which he held you for. You had never been so stimulated, it would take so long to calm down.

He didn’t drop you, which surprised you. Kept you there while you finished shaking before wrapping you up and laying you both on the broken bed on the floor. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Catching your breath was so difficult.

“You’re very beautiful. I would uh, day dream. About your smile, just as much as uh–” he stuttered “this.”

You roll over on top of him. Still breathing heavily.

“I meant what I said for the record” you coo at him, “I want you”

“I meant what I said too” he couches

“Which part?” you ask calmly, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk this much”

He chuckles “That you scare me”

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beardedmrbean · 8 months

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When Boubacar Touré and his flatmates heard a sudden, thundering crash beside their apartment, they thought it was an earthquake. But then they opened the windows of their kitchen, where they were cooking dinner, and one shouted: "A bus has fallen."

"We ran down to the spot where the bus was on fire and I heard a woman screaming, 'My baby, my baby,'" 27-year-old Boubacar, who is from The Gambia says, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"I managed to pull her through the window and then pulled out her son, who was badly burnt but still alive."

The bus, carrying tourists back to a nearby campsite after a day in the historical centre of Venice, had been driving along a busy overpass when it suddenly careened off the side on Tuesday evening. It smashed through the barriers and plunged several metres towards a railway track where it burst into flames.

At least 21 people died. Of the 15 who are injured, most remain in intensive care. Some of the victims were children, including a baby.

Warning: This story contains descriptions of distressing scenes

Among the dead are nationals from seven countries, the Venice mayor's office says, including Ukraine, Germany, Romania and Portugal.

Boubacar describes how he grabbed the fire extinguisher from the bus to help quell the flames - but that wasn't enough.

"Passers-by were giving me other extinguishers but nothing helped, we had to wait for the firefighters", he recalls. "So I pulled others to safety, a woman and a man and a child. People were bleeding from their heads, there was so much blood."

His flatmate, Odion Eboigbe from Nigeria, was with him, pulling others through the wreckage of the mangled vehicle - an electric-powered bus whose batteries are thought to have caught fire.

"We were able to save many but unfortunately others died", he says.

"I wasn't scared, I didn't think of my own safety because I saw people with their heads split open. Today my colleagues asked me: 'what were you thinking when you went towards the flames,' and I told them I just had to save the women and children."

Once emergency workers arrived, they spent hours dousing the flames and helping the injured.

The fire was so intense that DNA samples will need to be used to identify some of the dead.

At the spot on the overpass where the bus took its final catastrophic turn, the guard-rails are smashed apart and fragments of glass lie on the tarmac. A passer-by has laid yellow flowers.

Authorities say there was no sign of a sudden braking by the bus. Indeed, CCTV from the moment before the crash shows the vehicle steadily climbing the overpass and then apparently slowing down before inexplicably toppling against the barriers and off to the side.

The driver, Alberto Rizzotto, had worked for the bus company for seven years. The most likely cause, say the authorities, is that he had a sudden medical problem that made him lose control. In his last Facebook post, he said he was "running a shuttle to Venice."

Relatives of the victims have started arriving in Venice from abroad. Among the injured are nationals of Ukraine, Germany, Croatia and Spain.

According to local media, they include two German brothers, aged 7 and 13, who lost both their parents. There were "entire families, grandparents, grandchildren, spouses" on board, said Chiara Berti from the Angelo di Mestre hospital.

The tragedy has already raised questions about the state of the barriers on the overpass, which were clearly rusting and aged.

Domenico Musicco, the head of an association for road accident victims, called it "a tragedy foretold".

"Italian road maintenance is poor. Too little is invested in road safety. It is estimated that 30% of accidents are down to that," he told the news agency AFP.

Venice has declared three days of mourning for a tragedy that has profoundly shaken this city.

Boubacar and Odion say they haven't slept since the crash.

When I put it to them that some would call them heroes, they shrug. "If saving people makes you a hero, then maybe", says Boubacar.

"But when somebody needs help because they're dying, you can't just walk away."

#nunyas news #need some crowns over here y'all

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An Okay Pretender III (Bowser X Reader)

A/N: The last chapter felt a tad short, so here's the next. Again, apologies if our Fire King is a bit OOC. I had a bit of a difficult time pinpointing but thank you for still tuning in if you do. 😭 Word Count: 720

You weren't sure if word had reached the Princess or the others. Bowser saw it fit to bring along the castle retainers and hold them prisoner. A little incentive to stop you from leaving. You wouldn't abandon them–you couldn't–and with them here with you in the Koopa King's castle, there wasn't anyone capable of venturing out for help. You honestly didn't have that much faith in the village Toads and knew many of them didn't even know that you were standing in for their beloved Princess. Were they even capable of leaving their homeland for help? You didn't fight the heavy sigh that left your lips.

Your holding cell was a tower–a major step up from the cages Peach had told you about in her past–and despite it being far from your tastes, it was accommodating and had the luxuries you would've found back at Peach's castle.

"He'll have to guess something's up when no one comes for us." You whispered as you took a seat on the bedroom bench. "And what then? Chances are he'll go right back to trying to take over Peach's kingdom. Which really isn't gonna fare well for anyone. Especially me!" A small pout jutted onto your lips. "No one's gonna trust me to handle anything at that point…" Maybe you were missing the big picture at that moment, but the thought of disappointing the few people who seemed to find your presence a joy weighed just as heavily as possible total domination from a foreign ruler.

Your eyes took to the gaping window carved out of stone and gazed at the black clouds that blanketed the skies. Thick, heavy and inky enough to block out all view of anything beyond what was kept within the realm and with a slight crane of your neck, you could glimpse the sea of lava resting along the perimeter of the castle. Having seen enough, you huffed. The only way out was through the front door and there was no way in hell you'd be allowed to waltz out. Unless…

Your chamber–you refused to call your cell 'your room'–lattice unbolted and in paraded your captor himself. His stride prideful as always but dashed with a slight air of caution. Though you figured you were just imagining things. Stiffening up just so, you hardened your face and kept your eyes locked on your folded hands.

"Still upset, Starling?" He asked as he carefully nudged your chin upwards after kneeling before you, directing your gaze to his.

"I hardly find anything worth being happy about at the moment." Slowly, you edged back, pulling away as you did. "Besides, we both know how this will end. No doubt Mario's on his way now! So, how about we save you the embarrassment, and you let me go?"

At the mention of Mario's name, a trail of smoke left his nostrils as his brows knitted in annoyance. You bit down on your lower lip and quickly averted your gaze. It was worth a shot to ask. "Wha-What of my subjects? I want to see them." You piped up in hopes of quelling his sudden spell of anger, raising your head just so to peek up at him from beneath your lashes.

You watched as he visibly jolted, he rose to his feet and his arms crossed over his chest as a soft pink dusted his cheeks. The valley between his brows softened as a somewhat tender gaze rested on your form. "Sorry Starling, but no can do."

"You don't trust me?"

"You and I both know what you're capable of. You're staying here."

"Your guards could accompany me." You pressed. "You trust them, don't you?"

Bowser guffawed, his laughter seemingly shaking the very walls of the room. You didn't need any further response than that. You've seen even Luigi tussle with them and win. That was explanation enough.

"Alright," You muttered, feeling a tad embarrassed. "Then…why don't you accompany me?"

The room quickly fell silent at your suggestion and for a second, you assumed he was simply mulling over the offer but the look on his face said otherwise. He already had his answer, the real battle was whether or not he should say it as quickly as it came. One, of course, beat out the other.

"It would be your pleasure, Princess."

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Hardened and no-nonsense (can come across as callous/exasperated) Medic + inexperienced and slightly terrified Whumpee, and Whumpee needs stitches or other painful field treatment without pain meds available?

I went with firemen, because they are a blast. Haha! Get it! Anyway, love this trope. Thanks for requesting it.

A building had collapsed. Again.

Caretaker barely noticed it anymore. It was just a part of living in a world of superpeople. They broke things to “save the city”, then ran off when it was time to pay the bill. And today seemed to be some major battle because the earth had been shaking more than usual and calls had been coming in from everywhere.

Before they left, the Caretaker saw the rookies getting ready. It would be their first mission. They looked so excited: eyes gleaming, hands nervously checking their equipment. Caretaker hoped they would get a good first run: something chill, to ease them onto the job. They would have many years like Caretaker had to regret going into this career. They could have a couple of days to believe they were heroes.

The building was pretty standard. Most people were already outside. Caretaker stayed out to help with first aid. Some of their comrades went inside to search for the rest of the victims. Everything was running smoothly: people were being put into ambulances and evacuated, bit by bit.

Which, of course, was when the world went to shit. Figures.

The Caretaker’s walkie-talkie blared. Their team was going to be split in two because they were the closest location to the attack. Supervillains trying to destroy City Hall. Caretaker didn’t know why they kept building that place up since it got blown up all the time.

“Some of ours were inside.” Said dispatch as the Caretaker got into the truck. “The rookies. They were picking up donations for last week’s victims.”

Caretaker swore. The truck lit up its lights and sirens and they raced to city hall. Another truck had arrived and was already trying to put out the fire. Caretaker runs inside, with two others right behind them. One separates once they enter the hall. The ceiling has a gaping, flaming hole, which isn’t very encouraging. As they went from room to room, their colleague gathered the people who could walk and started walking them back to the entrance. Caretaker was alone. But that was fine. That had happened many times before.

Caretaker helped a worker whose desk had fallen on her and handed her off through the window to a colleague. The rest of the floor was mostly evacuated. Then, as they walked past the elevator towards the stairs, they heard whimpering.

“Hello?” They called out.

“Here!” They heard, from below, through the elevator doors. Caretaker quickly took out the tool and got the doors opened. The elevator car was halfway here, halfway down. The cables were all twisted and it looked like it was the only thing holding it in place and keeping it from breaking down. “I- I’m here.”

Called the person again. Caretaker carefully looked inside. At the bottom of the car, laid one of her rookies, Whumpee. Boxes and boxes of donations were around them on the floor under the little light coming from her flashlight. Their body however, was on the floor. An insane amount of blood covered the floor of the elevator.

“They had—” They tried to say, eyes so pained they were unfocused. “They had donations— The… the elevator.”

“Shh. It’s fine. I get it. Let’s get you out of here.”

Caretaker assessed. Down was always better than up, especially in a flaming building. They raced down the stairs into the basement until they found the entrance to the elevator. Luckily, the doors were already opened there.

As soon as they arrived, they noticed the rookie was breathing too fast. “Stop that.” Caretaker said, drier than they meant to. “You’re going to hyperventilate.”

The rookie looked at them with tears in their eyes.

“I thought you’d left.”

“Why would I leave? You’re stuck with me. Now, where are you hurt?”

They pointed.

“My leg. It’s pretty busted.”

One look confirmed it. It was badly dislocated. But not broken.

“We need to get you out of that elevator before it falls. Got that?”

Rookie shook their head.

“I don’t want to.”

“I didn’t ask. Give me your arms.”

Caretaker pushed the boxer aside and grabbed the Whumpee’s arms, slowly dragging them. Whumpee yelled, but didn’t squirm. Caretaker grabbed them by the shoulders and finally got them out of the elevator, grabbing their knees before they fell.

That, of course, didn’t help their injury, and they yelled again, staring to hyperventilate again.

“Hey, hey. No. None of that.” Caretaker placed them down on the floor. They took out the cylinder of oxygen at their back, opened it and placed the mask on their face. “This is a burning building and we have to get out of it, right?”

Whumpee was looking at Caretaker as if they were speaking Greek.

“Right?!” They pushed.

“Right.” Rookie said in a small voice.

“And what to we need to make that happen?”

Rookie blinked and then looked at themselves.

“For me to walk?”

“Fantastic. And how do we do that?”

Caretaker placed themselves in front of their dislocated knee.

“No.”

“Yes. Count to three.”

“No! You’re going to do it on two!”

“They give you too much training on that school! One!”

“No, no, no, no!” Rookie cried, hiding their face, but otherwise firmly secure by Caretaker’s experienced hands.

“Two!”

“Just go already!” Whumpee yelled, read in the face!”

“Three!”

“You’re supposed to go on two!”

“Four!” Caretaker pulled the leg back in its place and Rookie screamed in pain. Whumpee slumped back, their eyes rolling back, their body covered in sweat, breathing heavily.

Caretaker slapped their face lightly.

“Hey. Wake up. This is still a burning building. We have to get out.” Whumpee blinked, in pain, their breathing difficult. Caretaker held the mask closer to their face. “Deep breaths, rookie. You can do it. I’m right here.”

Caretaker sat them down. Whumpee slumped, looking like they would fall. Their hand grabbed the mask and they took two deep breaths before nodding they were ready.

Caretaker stood them up, one of their arms around their shoulders. They were carrying the Rookie more than helping them, but it was alright. They stepped once. Then twice and Caretaker had to use their injured knee. They gritted their teeth and gave another step.

Together, they would make it out of this burning building.

Thank you for reading all the way here! Reminder I take requests, I just take a VERY long time to get through them.

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