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lillywillow · 2 years

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A Cure For The Plague

Summary: The survivors of the zombie apocalypse hear of somewhere that may have found a cure.

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 2354

Square Filled: Y3- What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Mad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Horror themes, angst, mentions of character deaths

A/N: Set in the What If… Zombies?! Episode but written slightly differently. Also be prepared for some zombie/ horror related media references.

Ever since the zombie apocalypse began, people frantically searching for a cure. What was left of the Avengers heard about a breakthrough and headed to a facility upstate by the river. Sadly, they lost friends along the way but maybe there was a chance to bring them back if this rumour of a cure was true. The closer they got to their destination, the more it resembled a jungle.

The group of survivors cautiously made their way off the train having to make it into the jungle on foot. Bruce carried Hope as she grew progressively weaker. Okoye’s hands were tight around her spear and Bucky’s finger was on the trigger of his gun ready to shoot at anything that moved, his other hand holding up the shield ready to protect. Peter and Kurt were on edge, flinching at any sound. The air had the stench of decay, stagnant water and something chemical.

“You don’t think there are any giant mutant vampire mosquitos around here that will suck out all our blood, do you?” Peter wondered out loud.

“Not now!” Okoye hissed.

“But…”

“Guys, Hope’s not doing so good. We need to get her inside as soon as possible,” Bruce interrupted.

Before anyone else could speak, a zombie jumped out the water and attacked. Bucky and Okoye were ready to defend but neither got the chance as the zombie was wrapped in vines and dragged to the gaping maw of the biggest Venus fly traps they had ever seen.

“It’s like that thing out of plumber brothers!” Kurt cried.

“What the -”

“Move, Parker!” Bucky ordered.

A hoard of zombies started creeping in. Bucky and Okoye held them off but to their surprise, the vegetation around them started attacking the zombies too, picking them off as fast as they were going down. Someone in a hazmat suit ran out of the building towards the group.

“This way!” she ordered.

They followed the woman to an elevator, all cramming in. The ride down was full of tension.

“Can you help? She’s been infected,” Bruce explained.

“How long ago?” the woman asked.

“About five minutes…”

“Has she died yet?”

“Not yet.”

“There may still be time… We have to hurry.”

Once they had reached the ground floor, she ushered them into the lab.

“Cain! Conners! We got something!”

Two men came running to assist, taking Hope into another room and hooking her up to machines to check her vitals. One of the men tilted her head to the side and filled a syringe with some kind of fluid.

“Let’s try 15ccs…”

The team watched as he injected the fluid into the base of her skull.

“Now all we can do is wait…”

The scientists instructed the team to wait outside as they locked the door and monitored from a distance. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. The EKG beeped with every beat of Hope’s heart… until it went into one continuous beep. Bucky placed a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder as the boy tried not to fall to pieces.

“Give it another minute. If she doesn’t respond, you know what to do,” the woman instructed.

They waited with bated breath when suddenly, the steady beat returned. Hope began to move.

“What… where am I? What happened?” she groggily asked.

The three scientists cheered with the success of their experiment.

“We’ll run observations, you take them to quarantine,” one of the men instructed the woman.

She nodded and headed off.

“Follow me.”

The group followed her to the quarantine station where they were sanitised and had their vitals checked. Once they were given the all clear, they could be reunited with Hope and formally introduced to the people that had saved her life.

“I’m Doctor Y/N L/N, and these are my associates, Doctor Curt Connors and Doctor Dan Cain. We were giving lectures in a nearby university when the virus hit. With my work in botany and plant stem cells, Connors’ work in herpetology and regeneration cells combined with Cain’s work in neurosurgery and neuroscience, we were able to come up with a cure. I also developed the plants out there to protect us…”

The group all introduced themselves to the three doctors who then took them to the rest of the survivors who were mostly students and faculty from the university along with a few others. There Okoye was reunited with King T’Challa and Hope was reunited with Scott, albeit as a disembodied head. The scientists explained their earlier experiments were still in their infancy but they at least had some success.

“I tried to tell them about that movie where the guy brings back the dead but who would believe a talking head? I should get a job in a sideshow,” Scott laughed. “Sorry. I tend to process traumatic events by joking.”

“You know, I could probably regrow that arm of yours,” Connors stated, looking at Bucky’s metal arm.

“I don’t think so,” Bucky replied, tensing up.

“You sure? We’ve made some remarkable progress,” Connors said, wiggling the fingers of his right hand.

“Connors, leave him be. If he’s fine the way he is, then he’s fine. Not everyone needs to have their limbs regrown,” you interjected.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, walking off to talk with Peter.

As it turned out, Connors had given a few talks at Peter’s school.

“Thanks for that,” Bucky softly smiled at you.

“You’re welcome. For the record, I think you look great the way you are,” you smiled back.

“Hey, any chance we can look around this place?” Bruce asked, interrupting your moment.

“Sure. Right this way.”

You showed the newcomers around the base which was built to be a bunker during the cold war era but was never used. There were still tunnels running all over the city which was convenient to avoid the zombies up top. You showed them the gardens, both the vegetable and defensive plant ones and explained to them about the complicated Haber-Bosch system that allowed you to grow plants in such a short amount of time. That was one benefit of having a group of mostly academics. The scientific minds of the newcomers understood but Bucky was a little lost. Then you took them to the site of your greatest failure so far. Contained behind glass was a zombie dressed in a red and black suit. When it saw you coming closer, it pressed itself up against the glass and licked it. Bucky turned his nose up in disgust.

“This was Wade Wilson. We thought his regenerative powers could be the key into creating the cure but instead, they somehow mutated and now we’re stuck with a zombie that can’t and won’t die. We can’t even mulch him like the others…”

“Wait a minute, you have been turning people into plant food?! That is so messed up! You don’t just feed people to plants unless maybe they’re wifebeaters!” Kurt shouted.

Bucky watched as you tensed up.

“You are in no position to judge me; to judge us. I watched some of my closest friends die. Dan had to watch his girlfriend be violently attacked. Curt had his arm torn off. We have had to make decisions that nobody should have to make… the tour ends here,” you calmly stated, trying not to let all your rage boil over.

You were shaking and your eyes shone with unshed tears. You turned and walked away before you let them see you become emotional. Bucky took one last look at the zombie licking the glass before following you.

He found you tending to your arsenal of plants. You gently spoke to them as you sprayed them with a fertilizer.

“What a good little triffid you are. Soon you’ll be big enough to go out and protect us from those nasty zombies. Yes you will,” you cooed.

“Hey,” Bucky gently greeted.

“Oh, hello. Come to judge me like your friend?” you bitterly replied.

“I’m not here to judge you and he’s not really my friend… I just came to see if you wanted some company…”

You shrugged and continued tending to the seedlings.

“For what it’s worth, I do know what it’s like to make those tough decisions. I’ve had to take out some of my really good friends. You want to hold back because this thing has the face of someone you once cared about but you also have to remember, this thing isn’t them anymore and it won’t hold back if it gets you first…”

Bucky thought about Steve and Sam. They didn’t deserve to go the way they did and it certainly wasn’t fair that he was the one who had to face them.

You turned to look at him and saw the honesty and anguish on his face. With a kind smile, you gently placed your hand on his arm.

“Do you want to help me tend the garden? I find it can be very cathartic…” you offered.

“I think I’d like that…”

…

For the next few weeks, Bucky helped you to tend the garden finding he had quite a knack for horticulture while also working with the other survivors to help strengthen the base. He also spent as much time as he could with you, learning everything about you. Bucky could really feel himself falling for you.

With a few recon missions, more survivors were found and brought back and with each successful person brought back, you were one step closer to curing this infernal disease.

Then disaster struck.

It was the middle of the night when there was a huge commotion. Bucky woke up, instinctively grabbing his gun and shield as chaos erupted.

“Wilson’s escaped!”

Bucky ran to the containment unit to confront the zombie Deadpool. Unfortunately, he had bitten a few of the survivors which were fast approaching. Okoye and T’Challa stepped in to fight off the incoming wave, holding them off while Bucky went one on one with Deadpool. Wade was just as skilled at fighting as he was when he was alive, making him a difficult opponent. He snapped at Bucky, his jaws biting down on his metal arm.

“Hey, Wade!” you called.

The zombified merc with the mouth stopped to look at you. You were holding up something that was wet and red.

“Come and get the chimichanga!”

Wade stopped, his mouth curling up to something that resembled a smile.

“Ah… Brains…” he gurgled, running after you.

“Did he just…?”

You ran as fast as you could to avoid getting attacked by Wade and once you reached the glass cage, you threw the thing into it with a wet smack. Wade gleefully pounced on it and once he was in, you locked the door behind him.

“Did you really just happen to have a brain on hand to give to him just in case?” Bucky asked, seeing you had the situation under control.

“Of course not… it was a red dyed cauliflower. He can’t even tell the difference,” you panted.

“You can’t keep him in here anymore. It’s too dangerous now,” Bucky stated.

“I know… But what else can we do? He literally can’t die and we can’t let him loose on the rest of the world. We’ve already tried curing him once but the virus mutates and he becomes a zombie again…”

“Have you tried it with just his head? I mean, you’ve come so far in your research, maybe there’s something to it…”

Bucky’s words made you think. Wade did still seem to have some cognitive recognition and there were a few times he responded to the reagent.

“That… might just work…”

You went with Bucky to tell your co-workers the idea.

…

With Bucky’s help, you were able to lure Wade to the lab with a trail of cauliflowers. You strapped him down and used the same process you did to remove Scott’s head and placed it in a jar, carefully adding the reagent to it. Starting with small doses first, you gradually added a little more each time until finally, he was normal again. Well, normal as he could get.

“Hey, you got any brains to eat? I’m starving!” he laughed. “I’m kidding. Sort of. I won’t let it go to my head though!”

“And now there’s two of them,” Bucky grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, going to tend to your garden again.

Bucky once again followed.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something…”

“Yes?” you hummed, carefully repotting a large sundew.

“What… what is your relationship with those two guys you’ve been working with?”

“My colleagues?”

“Yeah… are you… dating either of them?”

“No. Dan had a girlfriend when this all started happening and is still not over her death and Curt… well, let’s just say he’s not my type…”

“What… what is your type?”

You wiped your hands on your pants legs and walked over to him.

“I like a guy who’s tall… strong… protective… has a gorgeous head of hair…”

“I see…”

“Do you really?” you asked, placing your hands on his chest.

“I… I know this isn’t the most ideal place but… I’d really like to start dating you…”

“I’d like that too, Bucky…”

“Could I… kiss you?” he softly asked.

“Of course…”

As Bucky pressed his lips to yours, you felt the most alive since the apocalypse started.

…

In the days that followed, you and Bucky started dating the best you could given the circumstances. The world was still in a hot mess but as long as you had each other, you felt like you could survive anything. Maybe one day with all the progress you had been making, you could finally be rid of the virus that infected the earth.

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Finders Keepers

the long awaited (sorry!) zombie au. hope y’all enjoy

Seijoh 4 x female reader & Miya twins x female reader

TW Blood, gore, angst, um... toxic relationships?

“Let me see.”

It’s little more than a murmur, but in the quiet stillness of the night your voice carries. It hardly matters; Oikawa has you close, tucked under his arm with his injured leg stretched out between the two of you. He could stop you if he really wanted, but he only watches, those tired, wary eyes fixed on your face as you reach for his pants.

“It’s fine,” he grunts out, yet he can barely get the words out before he’s hissing through his teeth – a knee jerk reaction to the scrape of rough fabric against his wound. His fingers are digging painfully into your arm, and it doesn’t make a difference how gentle you try to be, how many stammered apologies fall from your lips, your fingers are stiff and clumsy and his pants are caked with dried blood and grime, hindering the process.

Pursing your lips, you glance up. “This would go easier if you took these off, you know.”

He cracks a smile at that, strained and tense, but your chest still flutters at the sight of it. “If you wanna get my pants off so badly, cutie, all you had to do was ask.”

“Tooru,” you begin, but he sighs heavily and that brief flicker of mirth glimmering in his eyes fades. Reaching over he picks up his hunting knife, pressing the handle into your palm and letting his fingers slowly curl around yours. The weight of it feels unwieldy and foreign in your hand, and you can’t quite say for sure if the way your breath picks up and hitches is due to your nerves or the way Oikawa’s watching you, his warm hand still wrapped around yours.

“Cut it, then.”

The knife helps, shearing through his pants like butter, but the wound itself is messy – torn threads plastered to congealed blood and dirt – and blunt fingernails sink into your skin and Oikawa grits out a curse when you try to gently ease them free.

It’s worse than you’d thought. A lot worse. Raked over his right knee, five gouges, jagged and gruesome, raw flesh and muscle exposed beneath. Your stomach roils at the sight of it, bile creeping up your throat, and for a moment you’re astounded by how calm he is, sitting there beside you.

If it were you, you’re fairly sure you’d be rolling on the ground howling by now, but the only hint of pain Oikawa’s face betrays is the tightness of his jaw, teeth clenched even as he looses a shuddering breath.

“I-I’ll go see if I can find something to…” to what? Clean the wound? Stitch it? You’re not an idiot, unless this little cottage has an incredibly well stocked first aid kit, you know you’re in trouble. And even if it does, beyond the very basics of clean, disinfect and bandage, you don’t know how the hell you’re supposed to fix this.

Iwaizumi was always the one to stitch up their wounds, muttering obscenities under his breath and glaring at them the whole time. It was their own idiot faults for putting themselves in a position where they could get hurt in the first place, he’d say, they could deal with a little pain while he fixed them up. But as you stare at the grisly mess of Oikawa’s knee, there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that this might be beyond even Iwa’s level of expertise.

It doesn’t matter anyway, because Iwa isn’t here.

Makki and Mattsun aren’t either.

And strangely enough, it’s not the fear of the creatures lurking in the woods that’s gnawing at your gut. It’s Oikawa’s injury, the blood and mangled mess that you can’t even begin to fix, the thought of the trap that’s awaiting the others back at the sanctuary. It’s that feeling of helplessness that’s tightening around your neck like a noose.

“Hey,” Oikawa calls, snagging at your wrist when you try to pull away. “They’ll find us, have a little faith.”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you nod. “I know.”

You don’t have the guts to tell him that that’s only half the problem.

Making do with vodka and some old bandages you’d scrounged up from a first aid kit under the sink, you do what you can for Tooru’s knee. Working by the light of a few flickering candles, your hands shaking like a leaf, it's a job easier said than done, and you can’t help but wince at every pained hiss and grunt that escapes him.

It’s a hack job, a bandaid over a gaping wound, but he thanks you for it anyway, pressing an affectionate kiss to your temple as he drags you closer once more. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he murmurs, and the words hang heavy over the both of you; a promise and a sobering reminder in one.

Tucked up in his embrace, you shut your eyes and will yourself to fall asleep.

Yet the moment you do, you’re right back there again: the hallway doors bursting open and the undead pouring through. Rotting and snarling, the sound of panicked shrieks tearing through the sanctuary in their wake.

Tooru’s hand in yours, yanking you along as he ran. Your heartbeat, pounding in your ears as you gasped for breath, your chest burning. And the fear, the horror that threatened to choke you as the others fell behind, their frantic pleas turning into agonised screams.

Everybody else first. The words spoken before any one of them left the safety of the sanctuary; you’d always assumed it was a grim kind of joke between the boys, a good luck charm. How many times had you heard Mattsun laugh it, clapping Iwa on the shoulder, or Makki for that matter, or Oikawa?

‘Come home safe’, you’d thought it meant, not ‘rip the guns out of other survivors’ hands and throw them back into the path of the oncoming undead’.

And then you’d stumbled, tripping over your own two feet. You remember Oikawa cursing, the pain that radiated up your knees and the palms of your hands as you hit the floor hard, and the absolute, bone chilling terror that surged through you when you looked up and saw one of the undead creatures lunge for you; jaw hanging loose, more ripped flesh and gristle than an actual mouth–

Oikawa was too far away, too slow, and even if he wasn’t, you’d just witnessed the lengths he’d go to for self preservation. You’d screamed for him anyway, squeezing your eyes shut and praying you’d go quickly when those fingers and yellowing teeth dug into your flesh and ripped you apart.

And in the space of a single petrified heartbeat, three shots had rung through the air, a warm wetness splattering against your cheek. Tooru was there, kicking the rotting corpse away from you and hauling you back to your feet, back safely against his side.

But the next one was quicker, leaping over the husk of its fallen friend, snarling and bloody and savage, and then it was Tooru who was screaming, undead fingers sinking into the flesh of his leg, ripping as it tried to claw him back.

Heart pounding viciously, your eyes shoot open in the darkness.

Even with the reassurance of Oikawa’s frame pressed up behind you, his breath warm against your skin, sleep doesn’t come easy, and the dawn brings little reprieve.

Stupidly, you’d hoped – prayed – that somehow through the night he might’ve gotten better. It was early in the morning when you’d felt him start to shiver against you. You’d tried to roll away, to give him space so you wouldn’t accidentally knock his leg, but Tooru was having none of it, burrowing in closer, his grip tightening.

And when you’d felt him start to sweat, his arms becoming sticky and clammy, his shirt dampening at your back, that slow, cloying sense of dread took root inside of your stomach.

Under the first rays of morning light, the true extent of Oikawa’s condition is unignorable. Without the luxury of being able to properly close the wound, blood’s seeped through the bandages overnight, leaving them a mottled, macabre red. His face is pale, a thin sheen of sweat dotting at his brow and with every shallow, rattling breath he takes, his body trembles.

It’s more than just simple blood loss.

You think for a moment that he’s unconscious, long lashes fanned out over flushed cheekbones, but the moment you reach for the bandages, his eyes snap open. “Don’t,” he rasps.

You frown, “Tooru–”

“No,” he says. “It’s fine. Leave it alone.”

Between him and Iwaizumi, and to a certain extent, Makki and Mattsun, you’ve never had much of a say in how things are run. You’ve never questioned that they’re the ones in charge, Oikawa most of all. They’re the ones who’ve kept you safe, kept you alive all this time, and all they’ve ever asked of you is that you do what they say.

And you have. Always. Because without them, you’d be dead. You don’t have to pick up a gun and fight, because they do it for you. You don’t have to go on supply runs because they take care of it, they take care of you. And it’s never mattered whether it’s just been the five of you out there alone, or if you were banding together with other survivors; that’s never changed – no matter how many dirty looks it earned you from the others.

You are their responsibility, but in return, you do what they tell you without question.

But this–

This isn’t like that. This isn’t you begging Iwaizumi to take you with him on perimeter patrol because you’ve been cooped up for what feels like weeks, or pouting because they’re deliberately keeping things from you again.

And maybe they have kept you in the dark, but you’re not blind and you’re not stupid. The reality of this situation hasn’t escaped you.

The sanctuary’s overrun, and if – when – Iwa, Makki and Mattsun make it back, they’ll be walking into an ambush. Even if by some miracle they do manage to all make it out unscathed and somehow figure out a way to pick up your trail, there’s no telling how long it’ll take for them to find their way back to you.

(You can’t bear to think about the possibility of them not coming home; you won’t.)

Right now, it’s just you and Oikawa, stuck in some abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a rifle and a baseball bat between you. You have no food, no supplies and he’s getting weaker by the minute.

You’re terrified.

And you don’t have the luxury of sitting back and letting somebody else take care of you anymore. You don’t stand a chance of survival without Oikawa, and right now he doesn’t stand a chance without you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shake your head. “Okay, I won’t touch it, but I’m not just going to sit here and watch you get worse.” Smoothing your palms over your lap, you take a deep breath in through your nose. “There’s a prison–”

“No.”

“Tooru–”

“I said no,” he snaps.

Biting back a sigh, you try again, “Tooru, there might be supplies there,” you plead. “Painkillers, antibiotics, something that might help–”

“I don’t need antibiotics and you’re not leaving. We need to stay here where it’s safe until the others find us,” he grits out, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Normally, this would be the point that you’d back off, running off to lick your wounds before he decided to get mean, but even as some part of you cowers at the mere thought of upsetting him, this time you don’t back down.

He watches warily as you lean over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, gently smoothing damp brown locks back from his sweat slicked forehead. “I don’t know when Iwa’s coming back,” you murmur. “But until he does, the prison’s our best chance, if I can just–”

“No!” he snarls, cutting you off once again.

His eyes are manic now, blown wide and glazed over, he’s shivering, his breath a faint rattle – but his grip is iron, long fingers clutching at you desperately when you jerk back with a gasp.

“You don’t leave me.”

You don’t want to.

It’d be easy not to, to sit and stay with him and pretend that your world isn’t falling apart and he isn’t dying. You’ve never been a fighter, always too soft, too weak, too naive to survive out there on your own. The thought of setting one foot outside of that door without him by your side fills you with absolute terror, but what other options do you have?

He might not like it, but you’re out of time – this decision isn’t his to make anymore.

“Tooru, I-I have to, you know–”

“No!” he snaps, dragging you closer. “You’re not leaving me, I won’t fucking let you!”

Your hand trembles when you reach up to take his, easing it from your shirt and bringing it to your lips. Tears spill from your lashes, falling in heavy droplets against the back of his hand as Oikawa makes a pained sound.

“Please don’t go.”

You both know he can’t stop you.

“Keep the gun,” you tell him, mustering up a tight, watery smile. “Anything but Iwa and our boys comes through that door, shoot it.”

—

It seems a cruel, twisted joke that you find a perfectly good truck sitting a little ways up the driveway, just begging to be used – with no way of getting it started.

Mattsun always made hot wiring look so easy, tossing you a wink when the engine rumbled to life, as if it was a neat little party trick he’d pulled out just to impress you. He did it so quickly, so smoothly, ripping the wires out and sparking them like it was second nature, but he’d never bothered to actually explain what he was doing to you.

And why would he? Between the four of them, there’d always be somebody else to take care of it for you. It’s the same reason they never taught you how to shoot, never taught you how to fight beyond the very basics of self defence.

Now, trudging along the side of the barren road with nothing but your baseball bat and a canteen of water slung over your hip, you find yourself wishing you’d paid a little more attention. Ten miles hadn’t seemed that far on paper – it was less than the trek back into town and you’d figured a safer bet, but walking around in broad daylight without any kind of real protection feels like you’re begging to be preyed upon. Yet by some stroke of luck (and despite that persistent nagging sense that you’re being watched) you manage to make it to the perimeter gates without coming across another soul, dead or alive.

The towering brick walls topped with spirals of barbed wire that line the prison complex are as imposing as they are unbreachable, and for a moment, standing there staring up at them, you feel a crushing sense of disappointment. You’ve walked over two hours, left Tooru in pain and alone for nothing. There’s no way in hell you’re gonna be able to scale those walls, and without any kind of bolt cutters or firepower, you’re not sure how you’re supposed to get past the front gates.

Iwa would’ve known that. Iwa would’ve been better prepared.

But as you draw closer to the guardhouse, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that it’s not a problem. The heavy wrought iron gate’s already unlocked and open, creaking in the breeze. And really, that should have been the first warning sign, but you’re too busy thanking your lucky stars as you slide on through to pay attention to things like that.

The courtyard is just as deserted. The crunch of gravel underfoot echoes too loud, setting your nerves on edge as you make your way towards the imposing structure. It’s quiet, eerily so – even the birds seem to have disappeared. Is this how all raids feel, you wonder as you climb the steps towards the door. This sense of foreboding dread that settles in your stomach, the goosebumps that prickle down your arms?

Your grip tightens around the handle of your bat and you press gingerly against the door – just like the guardhouse gate, it gives under your touch, swinging open wide. It’s dark inside; you hadn’t thought to bring a torch and with the absence of any windows lining the corridor it’s near pitch black. Your heart hammers inside your chest, every cell in your body screaming at you to turn around and run back to Tooru, but you’ve come this far already.

The undead flock to fresh, living meat. It’s been months since the outbreak began; anyone unfortunate enough to have found themselves trapped inside when it happened is probably long dead, and any of the undead likely long gone.

It’s just a little darkness.

Steeling your nerves you creep through the black, clutching tightly at your bat, toeing your way down the corridor waiting for your eyes to adjust to the dim. Every breath you draw in feels too loud, every step too obnoxious. Deserted or not, the sooner you can find the med-bay, get what you need for Oikawa and get out, the better.

The layout’s simple enough – five looming multi-storied wings breaking off like fingers from the central watch-tower, but you don’t have a clue which one holds what you’re seeking. Your only option is to search them one by one and hope for the best.

You’d expected steel bars and heavy locks, but the prison reminds you strangely of a school instead; long hallways lined with doors, each with a tiny window to peek through. They’re all open now of course, whatever locking mechanism keeping them shut having failed when the generators ran out. The first few are empty, barren and stripped of everything but soiled mattresses – it should be a relief.

There’s nothing waiting for you in the darkness but empty halls and emptier rooms. If the others were here, they’d be teasing you for sure. Or Makki and Mattsun would, at least. You always were such a scared little baby – their scared little baby – you’d jump at your own shadow if you didn’t have them around.

And it’s easier to keep going imagining them there by your side, the jokes they’d crack, the warmth of Iwa’s hand in yours, or Makki’s arm slung over your shoulder. You’d feel safe with them. You wouldn’t need to feel afraid.

But no amount of pretend comfort is enough to allay the heavy sense of dread that’s sitting in your stomach, growing harder and harder to ignore with every passing minute. And the problem, you realise, with the prison being so deadly quiet is that every noise, no matter how quiet, echoes.

Climbing the stairs in the dark, you don’t notice the slickness on the walls either side of you, the red handprints smeared messily over white paint. You don’t see the broken, bloody fingernails littering the steps beneath you.

You hear it though, when you reach the landing. It’s soft. A quiet, wet squelching, ripping–

There’s no screams accompanying it like there were back when the sanctuary was overrun, but it’s not a sound you’re gonna be able to forget any time soon. In the dark you freeze, not daring to so much as breathe as you peer down the endless corridor, trying to pinpoint which of the cells it’s coming from.

In the end, you decide that it doesn’t matter.

They’re quicker when they’ve fed, stronger too, and there’s not a chance in hell that you’re going to be able to fumble past in the dark without drawing that thing’s attention. The wooden bat in your hands feels heavy, your palms already slick with sweat. You weren’t quick enough back at the sanctuary; without Tooru, that thing would’ve eaten you. And suddenly it seems laughable that you came out here, that you genuinely thought you could handle this – fight one of them off if it came down to it.

Tooru needs those meds, you know that, and you might be useless and weak and absolutely paralysed with fear, but you’re not stupid. You can’t help him at all if you’re torn apart by one of those creatures.

Your pulse racing, a potent mix of adrenaline and sheer, unrelenting terror coursing through your veins, you draw in a quiet breath, slowly lifting your foot to back away. It hasn’t heard you yet, and so long as it’s distracted–

“Oi, hurry up! I know what I saw, she came in this way.”

“Jesus, just shut up for a sec, wouldja! Ya don’t need to keep yellin’ at me, I’m comin’!”

Through the grate at your feet, you see two beams of light break through the darkness, the sound of loud, heavy footsteps echoing down the wing. Icy claws tighten like a vice around your heart and you still once more, squeezing your eyes shut as you listen, praying…

The squelching’s stopped.

Grip tight around the handle of your bat, your entire body quaking with fear, you watch with wide, stricken eyes as one of the doors halfway down the block slowly creaks outwards.

For a heartbeat, there’s nothing, and you try and convince yourself it’s just the wind, that you’re imagining things and your mind is playing mean tricks on you–

A feral snarl rips through the air, and before you can so much as scream it’s crashing through the open doorway, head swivelling as it searches for the source of the disturbance. In the dark you can’t make out much, only that it’s huge, half its flesh torn and decaying, smeared with blood and filth – but you see it when those white, cloudy eyes fix on you, its rotting mouth bared and salivating.

And this time you do scream. You scream for Oikawa, for Iwa, for Makki and Mattsun and the faceless strangers on the floor below as you cast your bat aside and run. You don’t dare look over your shoulder as you take the stairs two, three at a time, slipping and slamming into the stairwell wall, a sharp burst of pain radiating down your shoulder – you can hear it giving chase, the rabid growls and snarls too close for comfort.

Tears flood your eyes, your chest heaving with every desperate breath as your feet hit solid ground once more and you take off.

“Please!” you sob as you run, blinded by the brightness of the torch beam as it’s shone in your direction. “PLEASE HELP ME!”

You can’t outrun it forever. Even now, you hear it gaining on you, its hot, foul breath puffing against your back – it’s just like back at the sanctuary. It’s gonna catch you, rip into you and feast while you choke to death on your own blood and screams, and this time you won’t have Oikawa here to save you. You’re going to die in agony, torn apart and devoured, and it’s all your own stupid fault.

Your throat tightens, more tears springing free. You can’t see anything beyond those two blinding lights, moving now, dancing across the field of your vision. “PLEASE!” you shriek, desperate and hoarse as the undead creature behind you readies itself to pounce.

Please don’t leave me here to die.

And for one heart wrenching second, you think back to your boys, and the words they’d said before kissing you goodbye. Everybody else first. Maybe this is some kind of divine retribution, you think. Maybe when the world went to hell people became cold and selfish and you deserve this for sitting back and letting others die in your place.

“Get down!” the voice yells, and you don’t even stop to think before you drop, sliding across the floor. There’s another blinding flash, a shot fired into the dark and all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and hug your knees to your chest as the creature snarls in anger and jerks backwards, a gruesome spurt of blood spraying over you.

“Ya fucking missed! How could ya fucking miss?!”

The gun cocks and reloads, another deafening shot ringing out above you and you flinch, your nails biting into the soft skin of your palm–

But this time the bullet hits its mark. The creature crashes to the floor with a loud thump and doesn’t move again.

You don’t waste a second scrambling to your feet, launching yourself into the arms of your saviour. You don’t care that you’re crying, that you’re covered in blood and filth and god knows what else, you cling to him like he’s a lifeline, sobbing into his shoulder. And instead of pushing you away like he probably should, he lets out a short huff that sounds almost like a laugh, his arm curling around your waist.

“I’m the one who shot the damn thing,” the other mutters sourly.

The man holding you snorts, “Nah, yer the idiot who missed.” Belatedly, you realise that he’s still gripping his gun, the brightness you’d assumed to have come from a torch actually from a light mounted to the barrel. He slings the rifle carelessly over his shoulder, drawing back slightly to appraise you. “Now, wanna tell me what a sweet thing like you’s doin’ all alone in a place like this?”

With your eyes now adjusting to the light, you can see that the two of them can’t be much older than you. They’re both tall, broad shouldered and handsome, the same jawline, the same slope to their nose, nearly identical hooded eyes – brothers you decide, maybe even twins. And they’re both smirking at you, not with the relief of just barely escaping a brush with a particularly gruesome death, but with an odd sort of lackadaisical amusement, as if this – skulking through dark, abandoned places, killing the undead – is nothing out of the ordinary for them.

And from the ease with which they carry their weapons, maybe it isn’t.

Oikawa warned you about men like them. Men in general, really. Even the ones who smiled at you back at the sanctuary, the ones who offered to help you move heavy supplies when they saw you struggling – at least, until Iwa or one of the others stepped in with a poisonous glare. Anyone who wasn’t them was dangerous, a threat, just waiting in the wings to take advantage of a pretty, dumb little thing like you.

And maybe he’s right, but when the one holding you instead drags you closer, wraps an arm around your shoulders and begins to lead you back towards the guard tower as his brother falls into step on your other side, you don’t shrug him off.

Oikawa isn’t here, and they have just saved your life. That has to count for something, right?

“I-I thought it’d be safe,” you confess breathlessly, trying not to focus on the thumb sweeping over the curve of your shoulder. “Well, empty at least. I didn’t have a choice.” And they listen, sharing glances in the dark as you tell them about what’d happened at the sanctuary, about Oikawa and the desperation that’d led you to leave him and walk miles alone to try and find some kind of medicine–

Until a snicker interrupts you. “Sorry,” the blonde mutters, though he doesn’t look all that sincere when your eyes flash to his. “It’s just…”

“Anythin’ worth taking woulda been snatched up months ago,” the darker haired one interjects.

“There ain’t nothin’ here but the occasional idiot tryna set up camp an’… Well, ya saw how well that turned out.”

It hits you like a gut punch, forcing the air from your lungs in a harsh, gasping breath. There was never anything here, everything… all of it was a waste. You came all this way, left him feverish and screaming himself hoarse for you, risked your life, almost died and–

It was all for nothing.

Fresh tears sting at your eyes, they’re still talking but it’s just white noise washing over you. You don’t even realise they’re leading you back outside until you’re walking through the doors, the sudden burst of sunlight making you flinch. But it doesn’t matter. None of it matters anymore.

You’re an idiot.

A naive, dumb little girl who was stupid enough to think this half cocked plan was gonna work. That you would make it back to Tooru in one piece, medicine in hand to save the day and prove you weren’t the helpless damsel they’d pegged you for.

You’ve wasted so much time, for nothing.

There’s no drugs, no food, nothing that’s gonna help either one of you make it through the next few days and suddenly you’re drowning under a wave of hopelessness and bitter disappointment. You fall to your knees in the dirt, taking both your saviours by surprise, and let out a painful, heart wrenching sob. And once you start, you can’t seem to stop. It’s overwhelming, every emotion you’ve bottled up and shoved aside over the last two days suddenly forced into the light. You cry for yourself, for Tooru – for Iwa and Makki and Mattsun. You cry until it feels like you can’t breathe anymore, and then there’s rough calloused fingers brushing your tears away.

You look up through wet lashes to find the dark-haired man crouching before you, his expression sober. “Ya don’t need to cry, sweetheart, we’re not monsters y’know.”

His brother chuckles behind you, “We’re not about to leave some pretty little thing all alone out here to starve to death.” His hand’s resting atop your head now, smoothing down the hair at your crown. It’s soft and soothing, and you’re so attuned to seeking comfort that you can’t help but lean into it, eyes momentarily fluttering shut. “We’ve got some friends nearby, a nice little hideaway stocked full of all kinds of shit. Everything ya could possibly need.”

“Y-you mean it?” you ask, wide eyes flickering to the dark haired one, who smiles at last. “You’ll share them with me?”

“‘Course we do. Meds, food, weapons. Whatever ya want, it’s yours.”

You take the hand he offers to help you stand, your limbs trembling once more – but this time it’s not from fear or exhaustion, but the overwhelming rush of sheer relief. You could kiss him, kiss them both, but you don’t.

Instead you settle for throwing your arms around them once more, breathless thanks falling from your lips faster than they can catch as you hug them tight. They don’t seem to mind though, sharing almost identical smirks as the three of you head out to an old, beat up camaro parked out by the entrance to the prison. While the blonde slides in the driver’s seat and his brother takes the passenger’s side, you climb up into the back seat.

“Is it far?” you ask as he kicks the car into gear and peels out onto the deserted road. Hopefully it’s not, the sooner you can get back to help Tooru the better.

“Nah, not too far. We’ll be home before ya know it.”

Of course, they’re driving you to their friends, but they haven’t promised anything about driving you back to the cottage and Oikawa–

Which is perfectly fine! You’re not going to push your luck, they’re already doing plenty for you. More than they really have to. You don’t even need that much – just some medicine for Tooru and enough food for the two of you to get through the next few days, and you’ll be fine. Whatever you can carry, which, admittedly isn’t much. There’s still a few hours of daylight left, if you’re lucky you’ll be able to make it back to him before nightfall.

Things are gonna be fine. You’ll bring the medicine and once he’s better, the two you can head out to find the others. Everything’s gonna be okay. You’ll be better when you’re all back together, the way things were meant to be.

You need them, if anything this little venture’s proven that much at least.

They’d promised that it wasn’t far, and maybe it’s just the exhaustion of the last few days creeping in, or the gentle hum of the engine as the car drives along the long, narrow stretch of road, but your eyelids start to droop, your breath evening out as sleep beckons.

And you’re just dancing on the edge of consciousness when a hushed voice breaks through the comfortable silence, dark eyes flickering up to watch your slumbering form in the rearview mirror. “Ya think Kita’ll be pissed?”

There’s a snort, “Nah. He’s always had a soft spot for strays, ‘specially the pretty ones.” He’s quiet for a moment, almost contemplative before he opens his mouth to add, “‘Sides, we’re gonna take real good care of her, ain’t we, Samu?”

The only reply he gives is a soft grunt of acknowledgement.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere atsumu x reader #yandere osamu x reader #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere matsukawa x reader #yandere hanamaki x reader #tw blood #tw gore #angst #toxic relationships #i honestly do not know how to tag this #at this point it's practically sfw #if you ignore all the blood and injuries and zombie stuff

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inupibaldspot · 3 years

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Our Snowfall

Pairing: Baji x Reader

Request: OPEN

Note: I cried writing this I’m in so much pain rn 😭

Baji slowly opened the door,revealing room of white color, with faint sent of medicines and anti-septic's.

Earlier he was playing catch with Mikey outside, but Mikey wanting to show off threw the ball too hard making the ball zoom across the sky as it breaks the window to a hospital room.

Baji was about to shout at Mikey only to find the blonde boy had disappeared without a trace. And now Baji was on a mission to get his ball back.

“I’m sorry for breaking your window.” Baji bows his head from the door.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Baji blinked in confusion. The voice was that of a young child and not an adult like he was expecting. He raises his head to see a small figure ,who looked really weak.

The person smiled. “The ball is on the table there. It would be best if you left before nurse comes back.”

Baji nods as he walks in and takes the ball. He notices that the broken glasses pieces were already picked up and clean.

Baji turns to look at you. “My name is Baji Keisuke. What is yours?”

Your lips curl into a weak smile. “My name is Y/N…”

Baji walks towards you. “Are you sick,Y/N?” His expression was somewhat worried.

You nod. “I’ve been here forever.” You laugh. “Mama told me I can’t go outside because I get sick easily so I stay at the hospital so Mr. Doctor can help me…”

Baji frowned. He was always an active kid who spend most of his time playing around so when he heard that you don’t get to go outside,it made him sad. “Is it okay if I visit you sometime.”

Your eyes widens as color appears on your cheeks,you then smiled brightly. “I would love that!”

True to his words,Baji immediately visited you the next day.

Ever since Baji entered your life,your life has been full of colors. Baji would always talk about how he spend his day,he would talk about his friends and all the crazy thing they would do.

He would always visit you,never making you feel lonely. Along the way he even introduced some of his friends. First he brought Mikey along and then the next Mitsuya and Pachin.

You were scared at first when Baji said they were in gangs but when you got to know them,they were just dorks,lovable and funny dorks.

“I heard this time we are going to have a white Christmas.” You said as you looked outside.

Baji who was cutting apples for you, stopped as he looks at you. “Are you going to be with your parents?”

You shook your head. “Both my mom and dad are going to be busy with work so they said we can’t celebrate it with me this time.”

You smiled as you turned to look at Baji. “But the nurses said they’re going to set up a Christmas tree so I’m excited!”

Baji looks at how your eyes brightened when you talked about the Christmas tree. You looked so happy talking about and that made you seem so much beautiful.

“I’m sure it would look so pretty-“ Your words came to a halt when you started coughing. The coughing never seemed to die down making Baji rush to your side and when it finally did,there were blood in your hands. He looked at you in horror but you didn’t seem to panic,rather you looked as if you were think ‘Not this again.’ As if this happened regularly.

“I’ll get the doctor real quick!” With that he rushes away.

…….

To your dismay the Christmas tree was smaller than expected but nevertheless you enjoyed the cake your parents ordered for you,you ended up eating them with the grandma next door.

Maybe it was because you weren’t with Baji today,the day felt bit gloomier even-though it was such a joyous day. You missed Baji.

Just when you were about to sleep,tiny knocks were heard at your door. “Psttt, Y/N.”

You look at the door confused. “Baji what are you doing here?”

Before you knew it,Baji makes you wear a thick jacket and cover your neck with a muffler not answering your question.The wide grin on his face perked your curiosity more.

He then kneels in front of you,his back facing you. “Get on!”

“Huh?”

Baji turns to you and he gives you a grin. “I’m going to show you a huge Christmas tree.”

Baji and you then sneak out of the hospital as he carries you to the main town. You gleam at how beautifully the place was decorated. The air outside was cold but it was so fresh, so much frsh as compared to the air in your hospital room.

“It started snowing!” You shouted excited as you raised one of you hand to try and hold it,only for it to melt as soon as it touches you. “The report was right! We’re having a white Christmas!” It was your first time actually being outside when it was snowing, normally you'd only watch the snow from inside.

Places were beautifully lit, decorated with lights filled with joyful atmosphere. Some with their family others on dates. As people start to stare at the sky taking in the entrance of the snow.

“We’re here!” Baji stops walking as he nudges his head at a particular direction.

There at a distance was a huge Christmas tree, decorated with fairy lights, colorful bulbs and small other decorations. “Wow…”

“Beautiful isn’t it-“ Baji stopped speaking as he looked at your expression. Your eyes gleamed as it shone,from all the lights, you nose and cheeks slightly flushed from cold but the most beautiful part was your smile.

You burrowed you face against Baji’s neck,making him feel ticklish but he didn’t mind it rather he love it. “Thank you Keisuke …” He could feel your breath against his neck.

“I’m so glad I could spend the Christmas with you…”

……

“I hate school!” Baji shouts as he messes his hair in frustration. “I don’t know why I have to study this bull shit!” Baji was currently in you room as he worked on his homework while you were reading a book. A pleasant way you guys would spend your time together. It has almost been two years since you guys met.

You laugh at Baji’s expression as you set down the book you were reading. “Come on now~ Don’t say that..I think school must be fun.”

Baji stops as he realizes what he did. You were someone who could never join school after multiple incidents of you passing out or getting rushed to hospitals when you were a kid.

You couldn’t experience school like he did. Baji huffs as he goes back to his books. “Fine… I’ll aim for twenty marks this time.”

“Twenty? That’s not even the pass mark.” You laugh at him. “How about you go for thirty at least.”

“Thats not the pass mark either, Y/N!“

You were about to say something when a sudden thought came into mind. “Keisuke … I actually was watching tv yesterday and I saw someone making a pumpkin themed cake…”

“So I thought I’d want to eat that but I don’t think I can complete it by myself. So how about you join me…?” Your cheeks flushed red.

You were basically asking him out on a date.Sure you guys spend time together alone but you never once made an offer like this to him. It has been months since you figured out you had feelings so Baji but you never really acted on it.

Since the thought of you getting rejected and in turn losing a beloved friend scared you to no end.

“Sure!” You turned your head quickly at his reply. Baji was smiling as well as he continued. “When would it be?”

You smile as you brought your hands together, excited. “I was thinking of October 31..”

“Ah… I don’t think I can join you then…” Baji replied regretfully. “How about November 1?”

“Sure!” As long as you could spend time with Baji, you were happy.

But then that day never came.

That day you waited for Baji to enter the room,with an untouched cake box on the table. The door opens to reveal Mikey,Draken and Mitsuya.

“Baji…Baji died during our fight against Valhalla …”

Would it be funny if you said you ate the cake while you cried? Probably,but that’s what you actually did. Stuffing you mouth with the soft creamy treat as tears pool you eyes.

Days after were as if a curtain closed closed your window, everything felt so much dim and it didn’t help that your condition seemed to worsen.

You were losing weight at an alarming rate,coughing up more blood at frequent rates. You grew increasingly weaker as you parents even took time off their jobs to nurse you.

But at certain nights you would wake up in tears,as you could barely breathe as you searched for Baji,hoping to see him with you in the room. “Keisuke…”

It was a peaceful winter evening ,the air was cold and places were quiet as white snow gently falls in the ground.

People outside were looking and hoping that the snow would set properly. Kids were already outside as they excitedly play out, parents in their homes were making food to warm themselves up.

“Stay with me Y/N!”

People were rushing all over the room as you dad hold your crying mom.

You head felt as if it was going to burst,a strong sense of nausea filled you. Everything you hear and see seemed so muffled and blur.

Despite you body feeling limp, it was twitching. You breathing which was rapid at first seemed to now slow down,accompanied with a strong aching pain.

Then suddenly all those suffering at once disappear.

You entered into a white place,as if each and every part was covered in snow.Your body felt light with no presence of pain that you were feeling just a second before.

You walked around too see that in a distance was a very familiar person.A person who made you life so much brighter. A person who you enjoyed every moment spend with him. A person you loved.

That person turns around as he expression turns into a frown.

“Why did you join me so early?”

You smile as a tear rolls down your face. “I guess I missed you too much,Keisuke.”

#baji scenarios #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #baji imagine #baji headcanons #baji x reader #baji #Baji Keisuke

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metize · 3 years

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Belphegor is Mean

Belphegor x MC (AFAB) smut

Tags: NONCON! Mean Belphie, name-calling, rap3

Summary: “Aren’t you just the dumbest little whore? I manipulated you, I used you, just like that… and ah… seeing you like this makes me want to use you… for another purpose.”

A/N: This is really heavy mean belphie material yall. Know what you're getting into.

“Humans… you really are utterly braindead, aren’t you?” Belphegor smiled at you, asking you a question you couldn’t even answer because of the tight grip on your throat. Both of your hands trying to pull his hand away from your neck, but the lack of oxygen was slowly numbing your senses and making you weaker. “You were too busy lusting after the cute mysterious guy in the attic to wonder that maybe he was there for a reason.” He laughed, mocking your actions and your sympathy. “Aren’t you just the dumbest little whore? I manipulated you, I used you, just like that… and ah… seeing you like this makes me want to use you… for another purpose.”

Belphegor really was a demon, you thought to yourself, maybe the most dangerous all of out of the brothers, his cruel actions were careful, progressive and slow-paced. The Avatar of Sloth mirrored his sin in every way. You blinked and you felt tear rolling down your cheeks, you only then realized you were crying. You weren’t sure if you were crying out of fear, despair or anger. You certainly were distressed, but most of all you were angry at yourself. He was right after all, you underestimated the demon before you, you willingly gave him your support and promised to help him out of the attic. Belphie’s other hand swiped away the tear, shooshing you in feign pity.

“I know, I know… Don’t worry, you won’t need to use your empty, pretty little head of yours right now.” He got closer, speaking softly right into you ear “I want to fuck you while I’m choking the life out of you." Your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he could hear it too. "Ha… I wonder, will you cum for me or will you pass out before you even get the chance?”

His laugh made you shiver, you shake your head furiously, the motion causing the tears to drop from your chin to the floor.

“Belphie you don’t have to do this, come on, we were… we are friends! Please, Belphegor!” You begged, trying to appeal to the bond you shared, the bond you thought you shared.

“Shut the fuck up!” He grabbed your throat and pushed you onto the bed, his purple eyes were dark and you could feel his sharp nails dig into your skin. “What are you even talking about? This is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it? You want me to ruin you, you always have.” He groped your chest ignoring your protests. When he decided he had enough of you trying to push him away he used his tail to wrap around your wrists and hold them above your head. “Don’t worry I wanted this as much as you… Seeing your pretty face through the bars of the door, dreaming of getting my hands all over you.” He grunted and used his claws to rip your clothes apart, smirking at your tears.

“Belphie stop! Not like this, never like this…” You closed your eyes shut blinking more tears away. His rough hands grabbed your naked breasts now, tugging your nipples and laughing at your reactions.

“You lie so prettily, but your body can’t lie to me. Look at your slutty reactions, look at how much you crave my touch, whore.” He licked your nub and blew on it watching you squirm. “Can’t wait to get used like a good little toy, hm?” Belphegor whispered before cupping your sex over your underwear.

"Belph-" You tried to speak but your voice got caught up in your throat. You took a deep breath but before you could try again he pulled your underwear down and plunged his fingers inside. You couldn't help but moan at the intrusion.

"Are you seeing this?" He laughed as if he just heard the funniest joke. " 'oh no Belphie you're evil and I don't want you to fuck me'" he said in a high pitched voice, mocking you. "If that's true then why are you dripping all over my fingers? Huh?"

You tried to hold back your sounds as he thrusted his digits deeper inside you. He was right, the wet noises resonated in the room and the shame you felt was equal to your arousal. Then his fingers touched your sweet spot in just the right angle and you yelped, a malicious smile ever present on the demon's face.

"You're so pathetic, I can't believe it. You make it all so easy for me..." His fingers were fucking you faster, your breathy moans escaping your lips despite your best efforts to contain them. "Since you were a good little puppet for me I guess I can let you come from my fingers before I use you as my fleshlight."

You once would've mistaken the tone in his voice as pity, but not anymore. He was trying to make it seem as if he was doing you a favor, as he coaxed an orgasm out of you.

"B-Belphie don't make me…! Please…" You begged, but he showed no mercy, his pace only getting rouger and your climax getting closer.

"You're the one who's going to come for her future murderer. I'm not making you do anything. I guess you just can't take it anymore, you're a dirty whore and you want to cum for me." He shrugged noncommittal "So just fucking do it already."

So you did, you came around his fingers screaming his name and hated yourself for it. He seemed pleased with it, he withdrew his fingers from inside you.

"Ugh…" he looked at his slick covered fingers with disgust before pressing them against your lips "clean your mess up, I don't want my hand smelling of a human's cunt."

You just accepted it, hoping it would be over, even though you knew very well this wasn't the whole plan. You confirmed it as you felt his cock prodding at your entrance. The head of his member was gathering the slick and you moaned as it stimulated your oversensitive pussy.

"Dumb slut can't even shut up when I'm trying to get off, tsc… such a pain…" he groaned annoyed before pushing his cock inside you with one swift trust.

You screamed his name as you felt his whole length fitting perfectly inside you. You sobbed at the feeling of being full of him, your tears stinging your eyes.

"Stop crying, you look pathetic" he grunted thrusting further inside you. He then leaned closer and licked the tears streaming down your cheeks. "...gross." and he spat on the floor next to you.

When he started moving his hips, hitting all the right places. You wanted to push him away, you couldn't bear the thought of coming for him a second time. You tried to wriggle your wrists to get his tail to stop restraining them. And suddenly his hand was around your throat.

"Stay fucking still already." He grunted "You are a toy, toys don't move, toys don't struggle." He punctuated his statements with his thrusts. His grip on throat tight as you moaned at his rough treatment. "Worthless human can't do anything right."

His pace was quickening as he tightened the grip on your neck.

"Cum for me again and I may let you live… do it slut." You couldn't breathe, your hands trying desperately to grab something to hold onto. "Fucking do it!"

"B-Belph-!" You screamed as you came around his cock. Your vision going black for a second before he finally released your throat. You immediately try to catch your breath but you couldn't stop moaning as he kept on fucking you.

"How obedient… how absolutely fucking stupid." He smiled, his pace faltering as he got closer to coming. "Fuck… Stupid human cumdumpster… take it… take my cum… ah!" He grunted and you cried as you felt the hot spurts of cum filling you. His hips stayed still as his tail let go of your wrists.

You immediately bring your hands to your face to cover your eyes in shame, horror, anger… sobbing underneath the demon and you could hear him chuckle darkly at your pitiful display.

#obey me belphegor #belphie smut #belphegor smut #obey me smut #obey me swd #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #omswd belphie #omswd belphegor #belphegor x mc #belphie x mc

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mynameisjag · 2 years

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Does baby!ethan have powers like wesker? I would love to see him accidentally scaring the STARS members with his freaky abilities.

Albert Wesker never claimed to be a good man…he never claimed to be a decent man…

Any good he had within him, he put forward into raising Ethan…and even then…he could not say he always held a tender hand toward the child.

Humankind was failure and he would not let his son be dragged down with them, not when the future was held in Wesker's grasp.

“I’m so sorry! I should have been watching him closer!”

“He is fine, just reacted more toward your panic then then any injury.”

Vickers had volunteered to watch Ethan for the day, had a plan set out for them as the others finished their paperwork. The computer expert seeming to be excited to share his knowledge with the kid, happy that there was someone who wanted to learn what he knew.

It should have been fine…and with time it would be…especially with the bottle of ‘antiseptic’ he was using…a gift from a…friend…of Spencer’s… A gift crafted using old notes and new techniques, experimental really…but he was just too curious not to try it.

The first time...it was fascinating to document the way his sons broken wrist had twisted back together, snapping into place with a sound that would make a weaker man sick.

Ethan knew better then to go off in his own but it only took a second and the child was instantly into something he shouldn’t have been in and the result was…well…for a normal person…it would have been bad.

“We should take him to the hospital!”

“Why?”

The look sent his way was filled with concern and a little horror, eyes darting toward the small puddle of blood that had pooled under where Ethan was holding his hand up.

Said hand was being covered by a hand towel that had been dowsed in the 'antiseptic', Ethan himself seemed confused over the other man being upset…this wasn’t the worst injury he ever had…

“Wesker! He is missing fingers!”

Ah, yes…he did see what happened, didn’t he? Shame…he liked Brad…

“I’m fine, Mr. Vicks, look!”

Ethan took the rag off to wiggle his fingers at the man, smiling happily, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I…but…I saw…”

“Ethan gets hurt often, reason why I had this on hand already, this isn’t anything unusual.”

“But Capitan…I saw…there’s so much blood for just a nik...”

“But I’m fine! Right, Dad?”

Wesker just hums and gives a nod, eyes hidden behind his glasses were focused on his son's hand, watching as the last bit of skin knit itself back together. Such a small detail that would go unnoticed to the untrained eye.

There’s a brief flicker of pride, he had managed to perfect a formula that Spencer and the forgotten wretch from some backwards Village couldn’t even comprehend. All it took was some stolen samples that the old fool probably had already forgotten about and some of his own calculations with some tweaks.

A perfect little specimen his boy turned out to be.

Speaking of Ethan, they had a schedule to keep, “If this little incident is over with, you have homework and Vickers has hazard clean up.”

“What?”

“Dad, no!”

#resident evil #ethan winters #albert wesker #brad vickers #giving a reason why Ethan doesnt freak out #when reattaching his hands #same ole same ole for him #wesker is still evil #still a dad but evil #drabble

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chordwrites · 3 years

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Run Away Part 3

Part 1 Previous

Villain prepared tea for Hero, the newspaper long since tossed aside, though Villain assumed the contents were not forgotten. They were keenly aware of Hero watching every movement they made. Villain maintained a blasé expression, but inside, they concentrated on not spilling anything while considering what Hero thought of their previous selves. They had been hoping for visible horror, or some banter, at least. But Hero hadn’t said or done much of anything since they’d revealed their past.

“Can I ask you something?” Hero asked. There it was.

“You may, though I can’t guarantee I’ll have an answer for you.” Finally.

“You mentioned that you frequently hop from identity to identity. You know, when things get ‘too hard’ or ‘boring.’ So why are you here?”

Disappointing. “I don’t consider taking down the League to be either. In fact, I think it’ll be quite fun.”

“Okay, then what about before? Wasn’t it boring to fight someone so much weaker than you?” Hero spoke the words bitterly, as if angry at themself. Villain didn’t know why, but it annoyed them. Regardless, they’d tried to be moderately forthcoming since taking in Hero, so they might as well continue, for now. Villain handed Hero their tea.

“It’s not boring. It’s different,” Villain said, “Fighting you... it isn’t the rush I usually crave. Since taking on this new identity, I’ve never once experienced that familiar adrenaline coursing through my veins like electricity, or the high of coming out victor after destroying my opponent’s will to fight.” Villain shook their head, staring down at the palms of their hands.

“Typically,” they continued, “that would mean that this identity was a dud. An utter bore. Yet I never felt the urge to move on to the next thing. I felt... content when I was with you. And that’s something I’d never had in all my years of villainy.”

Hero stared again, but their emotions were kept less in-check. Stunned, Villain thought. Understandable. They were a bit stunned themself. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me more about your situation. Why is the League after you?”

“Because they’re evil.”

“Elaborate.” Villain waved their hand expectantly, and Hero clenched their mug tightly.

“It’s all about money and power for them. The League gets funding based on how many people they save and how terrible their fate would’ve been without the League. That means the bastards are actually better off the worst things are. They want, need, all of it. More natural disasters. More threats. More crime.”

Villain hummed dismissively. “I feel that’s common knowledge. Us villains all know it, at least. I really can’t imagine that knowing about their vested interests is enough to put you on their blacklist. And I’m sure I’ve seen a few protests against the way the League operates before.”

“Did you know that most of those protestors have disappeared? The League doesn’t just hope for bad things to happen. They create them. I found evidence of villains being bribed, supers being hired to create “natural” disaster, anyone who questions the League vanishing. Countries and regions who didn’t let the League have jurisdiction saw a sudden spike in crime and disasters until they joined. They’ve orchestrated events that have killed thousands, millions even if you consider it all together. The League might as well be a supervillain organization.”

“And I’m guessing they only want heroes who are fully supportive of this noble plight. Or at least unaware of it. And they definitely don’t want someone with good public relations to speak out against them. Even in your training days, you were well-loved, weren’t you? I suppose it explains them sending you off to die.”

“They’re trying to get rid of me in the way that best suits their image.” Hero’s face was all scrunched up like they’d just smelled something horrible, and Villain couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.

“That also means that they might get desperate now that you’ve disappeared from their reach. They might be more direct.” Villain could protect Hero here. They knew they could. But there were other factors to consider. “Do you have anyone close to you that they could use against you? Family? Friends?”

“None, besides you. They keep us pretty isolated.”

Villain scowled. Of course they’d kept Hero isolated all this time. Then, it processed. Besides me. Hero considered them to be someone close to them. How sad.

“This isn’t a situation you should be smiling about,” Hero said.

“Pardon? I’m not smiling, am I?” Villain touched their face. They were.

“And it’s not your usual evil smile. It’s sort of... soft, which somehow makes it creepier.”

“Hm, a creepier smile. Maybe I should use it more often, then.”

“You should.”

Villain turned their back on Hero and pretended to clean dishes.

#writing #hero x villain #heroes and villains #flash fiction #snippet #continuation #long post

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i know they're losing (Chapter 1)

hi mothers and fuckers of the jury, this fic is a hot mess but so am I, please appreciate it. Also, obligatory disclaimer this is about the characters not the people, all that important stuff.

Some important notes:

1. You will probably hate Scott just a little at points. He has chronic dumb bitch syndrome and there's a whole lot of bullshit going on in his life that you don't see in this fic because it's not his pov. That being said, he's still a bit of a jerk.

2. This has a lot of lord of the rings lore. A LOT. You may be kinda confused if you're not a lord of the rings fan. It's fine, Jimmy's confused too, and all of it will be explained at some point.

3. The chapter titles are from the Last Goodbye from the Hobbit films. The general title is from I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski.

4. General content warnings: there is a little blood, and a little violence, and a lot of mentioned death and morbid jokes. If you don't do well with themes involving death this fic is probably not for you. There is also possibly going to be referenced emotional abuse and generally unhealthy ways to raise children, though that will be talked about much further down the line. I will also put specific cws at the start of each chapter, don't worry!

5. The alternate title for this was '10k words of flower husbands being sad'. You have been warned.

Title: i know they're losing

Chapter Title: under clouds, beneath the stars

Current Total Wordcount: 3740

Content Warning: referenced/past character death, very frank discussion of death.

Snippet:

Scott whirls to face him, robes spinning behind him. “I’m fading, alright? I’m dying, now leave me alone!”

Jimmy feels like he’s been smacked in the face, the words hitting him with all the force of a well-thrown trident. Dying? “You- what- but elves don’t die, right?”

“We do. From poison, from swords, from arrows through the throat-” Jimmy’s hands fly to the scar on his neck, the one that matches Scott’s own- “from grief.”

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Scott’s hands are cold. That’s the first sign, the chill that’s uncharacteristic of an elf.

Scott’s chest hurts. That’s the second sign, the bone-deep ache he can’t seem to quell.

Scott is weaker than normal, and that’s the third sign, the one that confirms what’s happening beyond a shadow of a doubt. He’s fading, Scott thinks as he leans against a wall, trying to stop his head from spinning. He can’t say he’s surprised, not after all he’s been through; in fact, he’s more astonished it took so long to start.

In another world, it happens like this:

Scott’s hands are cold, and Shubble notices as he shows her around the nether. It’s worrying, a bit, how icy his skin is even in the boiling dimension, but Scott’s empire has always been cold, hasn’t it?

Katherine notices how long it’s been since Scott visited her, one of his few allies, and she worries, a bit. But Scott has always been distant, hasn’t he?

No one notices or worries enough to go check on him, and Scott fades away to nothing, cold and alone in his icy empire.

What actually happens is this:

Katherine has gotten word of the demon that haunts the server, and amongst all her worry, one of her thoughts is ‘has anyone checked on Scott?’. The answer is no, and next time she has a free day, she sets out for Rivendell. It’s not a long trip, not with elytra, anyways, and soon she’s at the doors to his keep.

“I need to see Lord Smajor,” she tells the guards.

“He’s not taking visitors right now.” is the response she gets.

“It’s a vital matter to the safety of both our kingdoms.”

They let her in.

Katherine spends far too long looking around the elegantly decorated downstairs and storage area before she realizes he must be up the spiral staircase in the corner of the room. She’s never been upstairs in Scott’s house before, which makes her a little nervous, but… this is an urgent matter, so she presses on into what turns out to be a very pretty bedroom. Decorated with bookshelves aplenty and gorgeous lanterns, it practically screams Scott.

The man (elf?) himself is harder to spot. At first, Katherine’s worried he isn’t there at all, but eventually she realizes that he’s still in bed despite the fact that it’s a quarter to one, only his pale face sticking out from under the covers.

“Scott?” She asks, cautious. “Lord Smajor?”

He blinks at her tiredly. “Hi, Katherine.”

“I came to talk to you about some empires stuff, but, I mean, if this is a bad time, I can come back later…?”

“No, no, stay.” He waves at the sole chair in the room, which is near-enough to the bed. “I can muster the energy for a meeting, just don’t ask me to get up.”

Katherine takes the seat hesitantly. “I came to talk about the corruption on the server, but- are you okay? Are you sick?”

Scott laughs, a little bitter. “In a way, yes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take my hand.”

She obeys, confused, and finds that Scott’s hands are like ice despite the warmth of the room.

“Elves don’t get sick like mortals do,” Scott says. “Nor do we die of old age. But we get...heartsickness, you might call it. We call it fading in our tongue- the cold hands are a symptom of that. Our souls are fragile, and the grief of the mortal plane can be overwhelming. If an elf is too struck by it, they fade away and die.”

She gasps a little.

“It usually happens to old elves, world-weary,” Scott continues. “Those who are tired of existence. But any elf who has experienced enough grief is at risk.”

It takes Katherine a moment to process everything, and once she does, she stares at him in horror. “You’re- fading? But doesn’t it usually happen to old elves? Wait, are you old?”

“I’m fifty-five.”

“Is that old?”

That gets a laugh out of him. “Fifty is the elven equivalent of eighteen for humans, the age of maturity.”

“Oh.” She struggles for words for a moment, settling on “How can you be so calm if you’re dying?”

“I’m tired, Katherine. The world tore me away from the people I loved, and..I’m tired of fighting it.”

Try as she might, there’s nothing she can say to that. “Is there a way to reverse fading- to fix it?”

Something pained and raw flashes through his eyes. “Technically, yes. If an elf recovers enough emotionally, it’s reversible. But whatever caused them to fade the first time can- and often does- cause it again.”

Katherine nods seriously, absorbing the information. “We’ll just have to reverse it, then.”

“That’s sweet, Katherine, but I’m dying.”

“No,” she tells him firmly. “You’re not going to die. Now come on, you can show me your empire while I fill you in on what’s happening on the rest of the continent.”

Scott stares at her for a long moment, but eventually he takes her outstretched hand. “Alright.” His hand is frozen cold in hers. “We can try.”

Katherine lets him lead her around Rivendell, pointing out the sights. He’s done an impressive job decorating, like her, and an even more impressive job at uniting the elves and building an empire from the ground up. The people of Rivendell are weary and battle-scarred, for the most part, elves who have seen too much, but the children are bright and happy, and the cyan and gold banners wave proudly in the wind.

As they walk, she also tells Scott about the demon, Xornoth. “The demon’s already visited a lot of people, I think. Gem and Shubble for sure, and Fwhip and Sausage. That’s not even mentioning the corruption that’s been spreading.”

Scott nods. “There’s corruption in Rivendell too. Likely Xornoth’s work. And given that Jimmy still has Vilya- well, I haven’t been able to do much.”

“Vilya?”

“A ring of power. My inheritance from the Noldor.”

“Why does Jimmy have it?”

He doesn’t answer that one.

Katherine leaves feeling unsettled, with more questions than answers. She has new resolve, though, and a new goal: keep Scott from fading. He’s a good friend, though they don’t know each other that well yet, but more than that, he’s a powerful ally. And Katherine can’t afford to lose allies. So while they’re both rulers and busy in their own right, she promises to visit and drag him outside at least once a week.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Scott jokes, but his laugh is weak.

Katherine vows to hold herself to it.

The plan works for three entire weeks before Katherine has a week that’s so busy there’s no way she can find the time for a trip to Rivendell. Worse than that, because Scott is so isolated, he has almost no other friends, and many of Katherine’s allies are busy too. She’s a little short of options, to be honest, which is how she finds herself on Jimmy Solidarity’s doorstep that Sunday afternoon.

“Hello?” Jimmy asks as the door swings open. Katherine can see why Lizzie calls him the sweet swamp boy- his confused head tilt is frankly adorable.

“Hi! I know we don’t talk much, but I could use a favor,” she says.

“What can I do for you?”

“I need you to visit Scott.”

Jimmy looks beyond startled. “What- I mean, he doesn’t even like me! I couldn’t possibly.”

“Please?” She wheedles. “I promised him a visitor every week, but I have meetings all week this time.”

He shakes his head, hesitantly at first and then stronger. “No, Katherine. He’d just throw me right out again. I’m his enemy, for goodness sake!”

“If he hates you so much, why do you have his ring?”

Katherine knows she’s won, watching emotions flit across his face too quickly to catch. Grief is what he settles on, and she feels a little bit bad for the ring comment when his voice comes out wobbly.

“I guess I should return that, huh? Alright, I’ll go.”

“Sorry,” she says.

Jimmy brushes it off, saying there’s no need to worry, but he fiddles with the ring on his finger all the more. It’s on his left ring finger, Katherine notes. She wonders if that truly means what it implies.

“I’ll visit him tomorrow,” Jimmy says.

“I’ll hold you to that!”

Jimmy isn’t sure why he agreed to this at all, to be honest. Scott may have given him this ring in another world, another lifetime, but that doesn’t mean Scott doesn’t hate him in this one. What other explanation is there for how all his gifts have been rejected, how cold the elf is? Jimmy would be surprised that Scott’s never tried to take his ring back if it wasn’t for how thoroughly Scott avoids him nowadays. Getting the ring back would require talking to Jimmy, something Scott has made it very clear that he doesn’t want to do. Jimmy doesn’t have another use for it, and try as he might to forget flower fields and warm hands in his, he can’t bear to throw it away. So it’s remained on his hand all this time, a painful reminder of someone who used to love him.

Jimmy tries to avoid looking at it as much as possible, every glimpse bringing back the memory of Scott gently sliding it onto his hand, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and a smile on his lips. Even the faint shimmers in the blue gem remind him of how the starlight seemed to get caught in Scott’s hair when they were out at night. The ring had been one of their most valuable possessions on 3rd Life, the rare silver band and elegant forging more than proof of that. Now, though, the ring has to be one of the least valuable things Jimmy owns; on 3rd Life, they were humble folk in little hobbit holes, their most expensive possessions being their diamond armor and swords, but here, they’re kings and lords. Scott probably has a thousand treasures more valuable in his elven empire, so Jimmy’s not sure why he’s bothering to trek all the way across the world just to return this one.

Then again, it’s not really about the ring, and never has been. It’s about the way starlight used to shine in Scott’s eyes when he smiled, his rare, soft grin that was reserved just for Jimmy, how he gave Jimmy the most valuable thing either of them owned. It’s closure, in a way, giving it back. He won’t have any debt to Scott once this ring is returned, and they can both move on like Scott so clearly wants to.

Shaking off those thoughts, Jimmy slows to a stop in front of Scott’s house. It’s grand, nothing like his old hobbit hole, but still so clearly Scott in the decoration and color schemes. Jimmy would know who built it even if he hadn’t known Scott lived in these mountains.

“I’m here to visit Scott,” he says to the guard stationed outside.

They raise an eyebrow, presumably at the familiar way he refers to Scott. “On formal business or personal?”

“Personal? Sort of? I mean, I don’t have any diplomatic reason for being here.” Truth be told, he has no reason to be here at all, really, but...the ring.

“Then Lord Smajor cannot see you.”

Jimmy grits his teeth, suddenly furious at this whole ordeal. “Then tell Lord Smajor that I need to return his ring.”

“May I see it?”

He sticks his hand out obligingly, and the guard examines the ring, surprise blooming across their face. “I did not realize my Lord had lent you Vilya! My apologies, Lord Codfather, I see the alliance between our kingdoms is stronger than I had assumed. You may pass.”

Vilya? “Thank you, gentle, uh, gentleperson!”

The guard dips their head slightly as he walks by, a gesture of respect that he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to. He shakes off the strangeness of the interaction, though, pushing open the door to Scott’s house.

The inside is beautiful, exactly the kind of decor Scott loves...and empty. There’s no one in the spacious kitchen, the storage room, or anywhere else for that matter. Jimmy’s seconds from giving up and going home when he realizes that there are stairs up to the balcony above. That’s where he goes, finding himself in Scott’s bedroom.

Which is awkward, to say the least. It’s not like they never slept in the same room when they were married, but now that there’s this awkward, painful distance between them, Jimmy feels like he’s intruding. What’s worse is, Scott’s still in bed, laying on his side with his face tilted away from Jimmy’s awkward entrance.

“Hello, Jimmy.”

Jimmy half-jumps, not expecting that. “How’d you know it was me?”

Scott rolls over to face him, and Jimmy notes that his face is too pale for it to be natural or healthy. “Do you think I could ever forget the sound of your footsteps?” He goes on before Jimmy can answer. “What are you doing here?”

“Katherine asked me to visit, I’m not sure why, but...here I am. Say, why is she visiting every week?”

Scott’s laugh is bitter. “Katherine thinks she can save me.”

“Save you from what?” Jimmy asks, concerned despite himself.

His (ex?)husband doesn’t reply.

“Save you from what?” Jimmy presses, and gets no answer yet again.

Instead, Scott sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You should go.” He stands, and immediately stumbles, Jimmy rushing to steady him on instinct. Scott’s hands are like ice when he grips Jimmy’s arm to regain his balance, taking several deep breaths, and Jimmy’s instantly struck by how wrong that feels. Scott’s hands were always warm, even on the coldest nights in 3rd life. Some elven thing, probably, that Scott didn’t want to talk about or have time to explain to a silly human like Jimmy.

“Scott, what is going on?”

The elf brushes him off again, heading for the stairs, but the regal effect is ruined by how hard he has to grip the railing.

“Scott, seriously! Answer me, are you okay? What’s happening?”

Scott whirls to face him, robes spinning behind him. “I’m fading, alright? I’m dying, now leave me alone!”

Jimmy feels like he’s been smacked in the face, the words hitting him with all the force of a well-thrown trident. Dying? “You- what- but elves don’t die, right?”

“We do. From poison, from swords, from arrows through the throat-” Jimmy’s hands fly to the scar on his neck, the one that matches Scott’s own- “from grief.” Scott turns back to the stairs. “Come on. If you’re not going to leave, I might as well show you around.”

Jimmy follows, reluctantly, trying to think of something to say that isn’t incoherent sputtering with a bit of ‘why do you hate me now’ added in. “You can’t just drop something like that on a man, you know!”

“You did ask, to be fair.”

Why oh why is he so stupid around Scott? “I guess so, but- but still, dude.”

Scott pushes open the side door, holding it for Jimmy. “Here.”

Jimmy nods and slips through the door. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They start along the path, Scott walking far too quickly for Jimmy’s comfort given how terrible the elf’s balance is currently. He nearly has to jog to keep up, irritatingly, but at least they aren’t snapping at each other for a few precious moments.

Of course, Jimmy has to go and ruin that. “So, uh..are we going to talk about 3rd life?” He has to hear it from Scott’s own lips that he remembers, that it affected him even half as much as it’s affected Jimmy.

“No.”

“Why not? We need to talk about it some time-”

“I said no .”

“It’s literally killing you to not talk about it!”

Scott freezes, face going icy calm in the way Jimmy knows means he’s actually upset. The elf’s hands grip the fabric of his robes tight, his back going rigid. This is a bad idea, Jimmy knows.

He’s in too deep to back out now, though, the pent-up hurt of the past few months all coming out in a rush. “Tell me I’m wrong, Scott! I dare you, tell me I’m wrong! Tell me you never cared about me, tell me you didn’t bother to bury me, tell me it didn’t hurt even a little when I died! Tell me I was just stupid little Jimmy, a toy for an elf who’d live far beyond my lifespan! Tell me whatever, just tell me the truth! ”

Scott breathes out slowly, fury gradually building on his face. “Fine. You want to know what happened after you died? You want to hear about me screaming until my throat went raw? You want to know that I kissed your face and sobbed and begged you to wake up, over and over until I couldn’t speak at all? You want to live with the knowledge that Grian had to physically pull me away from your body? Is that what you want to hear, Jimmy ?”

Jimmy’s name on Scott’s lips punches all the remaining air out of him, sounding so wrong in that angry, bitter tone. Beneath all the rage, Scott sounds wrecked , and the fight leaves Jimmy’s body abruptly. “No,” he says softly. “That’s not what I want to hear, not at all. I’d rather you be happy than love me.”

Silence follows those words, only the faint sound of a waterfall in the distance there to break it.

“I buried you on the hill above our houses,” Scott says finally. “I planted a poppy over your grave.”

“Oh.”

“Grian came over the next day. I didn’t want to see anyone who wasn’t you, but I let him in because I had to. He helped me do the straps on my armor and asked me if he could do anything else to make things easier. I told him to bury me next to you.”

Jimmy swallows hard. “Did he?”

“How would I know?” Scott’s tone softens, just a little. “Grian was honorable enough, though, loyal to his allies. I like to think he did.”

“He was a good guy,” Jimmy agrees. “A little bit bloodthirsty, I guess, but good. I don’t suppose he survived any better than the rest of us, though maybe being bloodthirsty helped.”

“Maybe.”

“Can I- can I ask you why you hate me so much now? I mean, if you mourned me in third life and all.”

Scott turns away again, starting down the path a second time. He’s not looking at Jimmy when he says “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?” It’s a shock, honestly, given that this is the first time the two of them have really spoken since the beginning of empires. “But you burned the pufferfish-”

“I didn’t. I kept it.” Scott still won’t look at him. “I never hated you. I don’t think I’m capable of it.”

“Then why do you keep avoiding me?”

“I’ve been kind of busy dying,” Scott says dryly, and Jimmy doesn’t even realize it’s a joke until he looks over at Scott’s wry little grin.

“Scott! That’s not funny!” He scolds, aghast.

“It was a little funny.”

“No!”

Scott must hear the genuine distress in Jimmy’s voice because he drops the act. “Jimmy, I’m an elf. I won’t live far beyond you, but only because I’ll fade without you.”

“So your solution is to isolate yourself and fade now?” Jimmy demands.

“It does sound stupid when you put it like that, doesn’t it? But I lost you once, and I don’t think I could bear it again.”

Jimmy wants to argue, wants to fight him on this, but there’s nothing he can say. Instead, he puts a hand on Scott’s arm to stop him walking any further. Scott turns to look at him, seemingly startled, and Jimmy throws his arms around the elf.

Scott stiffens before slowly relaxing, arms coming up to wrap around Jimmy in return. It’s not as natural a gesture as it used to be, but it’s warm, gentle in a way Jimmy thought he’d never get again. It reminds him of the soft, starry-eyed boy who put flowers in his hair and laughed at him over a cake. Scott will never be that soft again and Jimmy will never be unscarred, but they’re here. They’re alive, that has to count for something.

Scott pulls back, his expression so achingly tender and heartbroken all at once. “I’m sorry, Jimmy.” His voice is raw, a little shaky. “I can’t. Not again.”

“But-”

He’s cut off by Scott shaking his head. “Losing you will destroy me. We dared to love, and now all we can do now is lessen the pain when it all comes crashing down.”

Jimmy’s in too much shock to speak, the ache in his heart returning tenfold as Scott turns back towards the house.

“Goodbye, Jimmy.” He sweeps away, elegant as ever, but stumbles and nearly falls as he reaches the door. Jimmy’s not there to catch him.

Jimmy stumbles home in a daze. It's somewhat of a miracle that no mob manages to kill him, honestly. To be so close to a resolution, to have the person he wanted most right there in his arms, and then to have all that ripped away- he can’t think of anything that could have hurt more. Even his deaths were less painful than this- at least an arrow through the throat is quicker than feeling like your heart is being ripped out through your ribs, Jimmy thinks, a little bitter. He throws Scott’s stupid ring in a pool in the swamp, watching as it sinks to the bottom of the shallow water with hardly a bubble.

Wait.

The ring.

It’s significant, somehow, according to a Rivendell guard, and more than that, it’s an excuse to see Scott again. One last chance to change his mind about the stupid plan that’s literally killing him.

Jimmy dives in without thinking, scrabbling around until his fingers close around the smooth stone and thin band. When he pulls it out, the gem glitters in the starlight even under the layers of dirt, and it looks like something special. It looks like hope.

#scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #flower husbands #uhh #empires smp #i wont tag 3rd life since its only referenced #my writing

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mayraki · 3 years

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✧ chapter seven: what’s done, is done - b. barnes x oc series ✧

-> captain-james’ gif

let’s play fire with fire series masterlist

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summary: sera has decided to finally fix her mistakes and take everything upon herself. but that leads to an angry team reuniting with her and a hurt bucky wanting to confront her about the night before.

That old and white room was all Sera could see. The dark window was in front of her but the more she tried to focus on it, the more it faded away. Even if she tried to take a step closer, it would slowly move away backwards ending up further away than it already was before.

She knew where she was. That cold room where she remembered herself being tied up and finding Angela while Jackson begged for her help. She recognised it immediately. But even if she knew, she couldn’t understand why she was there. She didn’t remember herself walking there or even flying, she just appeared out of nowhere like a cloud moving away and showing her the room behind it.

Her body definitely felt like a feather, she tried to move her hands but the moment her brain told them to move, nothing appeared on her sight when she looked down. So wondering with her eyes, she looked around the room without moving from her place. She tried to see every single detail and to see if maybe she could remember her ending up there, but nothing seem to give her a clue. Until, in front of her eyes, a figure appeared right on the window. She couldn’t quite deduce who it was, so trying to see the person better she took a step closer but instead of her body moving closer, the person moved towards her body letting her noticed that they were tied up while kneeled on the floor. The poor light of the room didn’t let her see who it was, so taking her eyes anywhere else she furrowed her eyebrows confused as a little burning mark appeared on their arm. Confused and surprised, Sera looked up once again to finally recognise the person. But before she could make another move, they moved their head upwards to let the light hit their face and for Sera to finally see the person in front of her.

Bucky.

She had never seen such terror in his eyes before. Tears were dripping on his cheeks while words were coming out of his mouth, but nothing was hitting her ears. She felt her body frozen on her place as a nod appeared on her chest. The room was surrounded by silence and nothing more, until, a deep and dark voice spoke behind her. “Do it.”

As soon as she heard that voice her body shivered under it, but her head didn’t want to turn around to see who it was. Her eyes, still glued to his, saw on their corner that her hand started to lift up while little flames were coming out of it. She could feel her face being serious and angry even if her chest was tight and her head was screaming to put her hand down. But it wasn’t stopping. As her fingers were moving she noticed the little red line going out of her hand and heading towards Bucky, to quickly enter his head and focus on his brain.

Her heart started to beat faster while her fingers didn’t stop moving around the flames. The terror on his eyes was now bigger but mixed with pain as the thin red line was still going around his brain. His veins started to glow illuminating the room better and letting Sera see Jackson standing behind Bucky with a proud smile on his face. The nod in her chest made her open her mouth wanting to scream to stop, but the moment she tried, she wasn’t seeing Bucky anymore. Instead, her eyes were on her.

The anger and the redness on her eyes made her feel shook at her own self. Her fingers were moving with decision while Bucky started to shake in pain as soon as her wrist did a quick movement. The Sera that was now watching the whole scenery wanted to move and save Bucky from herself, but no matter how much she tried, she found herself frozen on the floor.

The sight of her own self was terrifying. Her eyes were glowing as flames were coming out her hands. Her veins were also glowing as fire now surrounded the floor under her as her hair was uncontrollably moving around her. She didn’t look like Sera at all.

“Do it, Sera!” Jackson yelled once again, making Sera’s eyes to be in front of Bucky just like before and feeling her burning hands. “Do it!”

She looked at the pain and horror in his eyes, so deeply that she wanted to scream and stop it. Break her hand away if she had to, but nothing seemed to be working inside of her besides her hand and the flames around her. “Do it!” Jackson yelled more loudly.

“Sera?” For the first time, Bucky’s voice hit her ears making her legs weak under it. She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Taking her hand closer to Bucky, she stopped moving her fingers to hold a little ball of fire on the palm of her hand. She knew what was coming and was trying her hardest to stop it while a single tear dropped down her cheek. “Please, don’t, Sera.”

The nod on her stomach became tighter the more she hold the little ball of fire making her want to get out of that situation. She wanted to run and save him, end it all. But she wasn’t stepping down. “Do it, Sera!” Jackson yelled one last time. Sera’s eyes were starting to get blurry the moment she saw those blue eyes fill with flames and his skin to start making its own burning marks.

Please. Stop it. Stop it. A little voice said on her head but her hand didn’t seem to want to. Instead, it kept going and started to move its fingers slowly filling Bucky’s eyes with even more stronger flames. Her heart hurt so much that she felt like she was going to explode at any second. But before she could, the sound around her became nothing. Just one breathing nose against her ear until it said, softly: “End it.”

No!

The voice screamed but before anything else could be done, Sera’s wrist quickly twisted making the big flames inside of Bucky turn into an explosion while a big noise came out of it making her surrounding all into nothing, a complete darkness- Sera opened her eyes feeling her chest go up and down as the quick air was going in and out of her mouth. She immediately felt the coldness of the rented car she spent the night at and her sweaty forehead making the little hairs on her head to stick to it.

The light was now bright around her letting her know that it was already morning. Letting her head rest on the back of her seat she let out a long breath expecting to feel her heart drop down its speed, but when she closed her eyes and saw the pain and terror on his eyes... her heart dropped to her stomach.

His veins being filled with fire as it was getting weaker and weaker each second under Sera’s power. His breaking voice asking her to stop made her hands shake when she remembered twisting her wrist and doing one of the things that haunted her memories at night. Te guilt running through her body was so strong that she had to repeat herself that it was just a nightmare.

Opening her eyes to see the building in front of her, she read the number ‘719’ next to the front glass door and let out a tiny sigh remembering Jackson’s words. She never planned to go there alone in the first place the moment that he said it the first time they reunited with Sam and Bucky, she never expected to be there to begin with. But she needed to end it. She needed to end it all and doing it alone, fixing her own mistakes was good enough reason to be there ready to face Jackson for the last time. Or she hoped.

After a couple of minutes waiting to see an opening, the moment her eyes looked at a tall man with a fancy suit on she knew that he was going to be her way in. So, without waiting a second, she quickly stepped out of her car to start walking towards the strong man. Once she was close enough, being careful that nobody was around, she lifted her hand and let the little ball of fire grow on the palm of her hand to soon see the man in front of her stop immediately and be glued to the floor.

“What-?” He asked but the moment that Sera moved to see his eyes the man recognised her after a second of being under his eyes. She let out a tiny smile and walked closer to his face for him to listen to her low voice.

“I guess for the look on your face you know who I am, good, because I don’t have to waste my breath on explaining what I can do to you if you don’t do as I say.” She said softly yet intimidating. She was ready to say her next words but the moment she looked up and noticed the gray hair on his head, she slightly tilted her head to the side as her veins burned once she realised. “Wait- let me guess. Tall, muscular, gray hair... likes to trick nice girls, is your name Jayme?” The moment Sera saw that he widen his eyes a little smile escaped her lips. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this now.”

After pulling Jayme aside while she told him that he had to take her to the back door, she took down her hand but left the little ball of fire on her palm to keep Jayme on his toes.

A couple of minutes had passed since Sera started walking behind Jayme but the moment he stopped, it didn’t took her long to recognise the back door as it was as big as the one in the front of the building. Without waiting a second, she took Jayme’s arm and pulled him inside before checking if anyone was around. The hallways she found herself in was completely empty, giving her the time to find a room and open the door before pulling Jayme inside.

“Where’s Jackson?” Sera asked firmly.

“Third floor.”

Sera was about to close the door but then stopped, looking at Jayme one last time. “My friend got hurt because of you.” Sera said looking at him dead in the eyes. “You’re lucky I don’t have time for you.”

Before she could notice the terror on his eyes, she closed the door and melted the handle and the lock with just a flick of her wrist. Quickly looking to her surroundings she started to walk inside that white and fully illuminated hallway. As she made her way towards the end, she noticed from a far the door that lead to the stairs. But before she could take a step forward, the noise of three men walking to where she was made her take a step back and hide behind a column next to the wall.

Looking down to her hand as soon as she felt her fingertips burning, she noticed their little glow ready to follow her commands. But before she could move to the side, a big noise hit her ears followed by a punch. She heard one of them falling to the floor soon followed by a scream in pain. Furrowing her eyebrows confused, Sera tilted her head to the side carefully listening to her surroundings and trying to figure out what was happening.

The second that it became all silent, she slightly popped her head out the column and once she noticed the three man now on the floor, she let out a surprised laugh but it was soon followed by a cold metal feeling on her neck.

“Don’t move.” A female voice spoke by her side so Sera lifted her hands to the air while slowly turning to face the strange woman. The first thing that she noticed was her blonde hair under a black hodie, she was looking at Sera like she wanted to know everything about her but couldn’t seem to get anything. “Who are you?”

“Who am I? Who are you and why are you pointing at me with a gun?” Sera dropped her hands to the side of her body but that made the woman to get closer and touch the gun against her forehead. Looking at the little grin escaping Sera’s lips, she looked at her confused. “Do you really think a gun can stop me?” Without waiting another second Sera twisted her wrist and quickly saw how the gun flew out of the woman’s hand, who followed it with surprised in her eyes.

Keeping her body still, the woman went back to Sera and furrowed her eyebrows confused to soon ask softly: “Sera?”

Sera tilted her head to the side confused. “How do you know who I am?”

“There’s not a lot of people who can make a gun fly and then melted it in the process.” The woman said after giving a little look to the now melted gun on the floor and then gaining a little nod from Sera. She was about to open her mouth once again but the noise of more men walking their way made her shut her mouth and turn around. “You should follow me.” The woman said behind her.

“Why would I do that?” Sera asked firmly turning around.

“Because there’s like ten men walking towards us-”

“I can take them down without moving a finger.” Sera said. “Again, why would I follow you?”

“Because I can take you to the thing you want.” As soon as she said those words softly, Jackson appeared on Sera’s mind. Even if she didn’t trust this strange woman, Sera knew that she was more than capable of taking her of herself if anything went wrong. So without waiting another minute, Sera nodded and started to follow the blonde woman once she turned around.

After what felt like a couple of minutes walking, Sera’s eyes followed her hand towards a brown down next to the hallway. Once opened, without checking if Sera was there with her, she started to walk down the stairs to what seem to be a basement. Looking at it strangely, Sera furrowed her eyebrows waiting that electric feeling hitting her veins telling her that something was off... but nothing.

The darkness surrounded the room once Sera finished walking towards the basement but as soon as she arrived, the woman with a quick movement turn on the light to let her see the empty room they were at. As Sera’s eyes wondered around the room confused, the woman took of her phone from her back pocket and typed something in it. Soon later, Sera locked eyes with her to shake her head confused.

“What are we doing here?”

“I told you. I was going to take you to what you want.”

“And this thing that I want... is this old basement?” The woman didn’t respond, she just let out a tiny laugh while taking another gun from under her shirt. Sera looked down at it but when she didn’t feel anything, she just stayed still with her eyes on the strange woman. “Did you really take those man down by yourself?”

“Yeah, wasn’t that hard.”

“Huh, interesting.” Sera said while nodding. “Not gonna lie, that was kinda cool.”

“Thank you, but not like burning a literal gun with your hand.” Sera let out tiny laugh.

“You need to teach me how to fight-”

“Please, don’t.” A male voice she recognised immediately spoke behind her.

Sera turned around to see Sam with his suit on standing there in the dark to soon get closer to Sera and let the light hit his face, soon followed by Bucky who was wondering around the room just like Sera did when she walked in. “Please don’t teach her how to fight.” He said once by her side.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sera asked ignoring Sam’s comment and turning to the side to face him.

“Saving your ass, what does it look like we’re doing?”

“As you can see, my ass is completely fine. So you can leave.” Sera turned to the woman with the intention to walk away but when a thought hit her brain, she let out a long breath. “Sharon, isn’t it?”

“Nice to meet you, Sera.”

“Why are you doing this?” She turned around to face Sam once again, but without giving her answer he walked pass her and headed towards the stairs. “Sam!”

“What, Sera? I think the time to talk was last night, wasn’t it? But no. You just walked away leaving us with no choice than to come after you to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

“I won’t, Sam, and I left because I didn’t want you or anyone else to get hurt-”

“That’s something that you say to yourself to not see the real big thing, Sera. You know that we can handle it like you do, you’re just afraid because this, the team, became bigger than you expected it to be. And you just ran because you’re scared and before anything else could happen, before you could get hurt you leave, but not understanding that you could hurt people in the process.” Sam did a quick look to Bucky but then turned around to face the stairs once again.

Sera stayed still surprised at his words. Not because she didn’t expect him to say those things like that, but because deep down she knew it was true. She was still worried about her friends getting hurt, ending up deeper than they already were, but the moment that she thought of them leaving her... it caused her even more pain. So before they could leave her, she left first. Like she always did.

Feeling a body behind her, she turned her head to lock eyes with Bucky but it wasn’t with those soft eyes like he looked at her last morning, they were disappointed, sad... or even angry. He broke the eye contact to then let out a long breath and walk behind Sam, who was already going up the stairs.

She definitely fucked up with them this time, and it wasn’t going to be that easy to fix.

>>>

“Sharon, we need to know more about this place before we decided to take action.” Sam said as he had everyone following him. “You, better go to the next floor and I will go on the third one.”

“Jackson is in that one.” Sera added but nobody looked at her, they all kept looking at Sam.

“Bucky and Sera, stay here on this floor and see what you can find.”

They all nodded before taking off following Sam’s words. The moment Sera and Bucky were left alone, the tension between them grew on an instant. But before Sera let herself be affected by it, she turned around and kept walking on that bright hallway. Strangely, nobody seem to be around so her and Bucky’s steps was all they could hear.

Even if she tried to keep her mind focus, her mind couldn’t seem to get Bucky out of it. Remembering her words and the way he looked at her, her last actions and then her dream... the noise when she twisted her hand made her heart drop to her stomach feeling the nod on her chest become thighter. The anger on those eyes made her wonder what he was actually thinking. Did he hate her now? After all, he knew her real past, Jackson made that pretty clear. What was he thinking? Maybe about her and her strange powers? How did she manage to control his body? Because, after all, she had never showed him that. What if he thought of her as a freak?

She was getting so lost on her thoughts that she didn’t notice Bucky opening a door behind her and entering immediately to the room, leaving her behind on that hallway.

“Bucky-” She said walking towards him but then stopped immediately once her eyes wondered around the room Bucky had choose to enter. The hotness of it hit her skin as the dark red walls were illuminated by some bright red lights. There was no noise except the machines working non stop, re charging every second that was passing making themselves glow brighter than the light itself.

“Are these-?”

“They’re the weapons Jackson built.” Sera answered his questions before he was able to finish it. She walked closer to one of them and touched it to soon feel it burn her skin and hurt her eyes because of the light directly hitting her sight. She let out a tiny sigh once her mind counted how many there where, only in that room. “Fifteen.” She said almost in a whisper feeling her throat hurt. “I forgot I gave him this much... and I’m pretty sure is not even half of it.”

She closed her eyes letting her head process everything and let her hand touch her forehead, feeling her fingertips burns she let them run through her hair as a deep sigh was coming out her mouth. Noticing that Bucky didn’t move from his place, she slowly turned to him but didn’t lock eyes with him, since he was looking down while his arms were crossed around his chest.

“What did you do that, Sera?” Bucky asked softly making her shut her mouth since she was about to talk again. Sera stayed still not knowing what to say next, like her tongue twisted and her brain couldn’t even think of one word to let out. Bucky locked eyes with her letting her see the pain in them, making her feel the nod in her chest deeper as her throat closed up from the pain. “Why, Sera?”

“Bucky-” Sera shook her head “Now is not the time.”

“And when is?” He asked more loudly getting close to her. “When you decided to paralyse me again? Which, by the way, since when can you do that?”

Sera let out a simple sigh once Bucky was close enough to her face to be able to see those blue eyes even more deeper. “You have every right to be angry, Bucky.”

“Damn right I am. You told us that we were going to do this together, that you wanted to be involved and then you leave? Why? Why would you do that, Sera? Are we not enough as a team for you, is that it?”

“What?!” Sera asked feeling her breathing mix with his. “No! Bucky, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it? Because I can’t understand, one moment we’re completely fine and then you just burst into flames and dig me into the ground!” Bucky let out a sigh to calm himself down and then lock eyes with her once again. They both remembered their bodies heating each other as they embraced each other’s arms. Talking slowly to not wake up Angela, laughing and just... living like there was nothing bad in the world. Just Bucky and Sera. Nothing else. “After that night-”

“After that night what Bucky? Did you expect to, I don’t know, kiss me and then become a happy couple like those people we see in movies?! I can’t give you want you want-”

“How do you know what I want?”

“You just said that you didn’t understand how in one minute we were fine and then I just bursted out into flames in the next one, well, guess what? That’s just who I am, Bucky. That’s just me and how I work. That’s why I’m better off alone because I never know when’s the next time I will turn everything into fucking flames around me.”

“Then help me understand, Sera, help me understand you.” He grabbed her arm but she quickly walked backwards hitting the table behind her.

“You can’t understand Bucky!” She spitted out with anger. “You can’t understand what is like to be afraid of what you can do and what it can do to others! It’s just this dark place where you have to be because if you get out everything just gets out and people get hurt every time! You can’t Bucky, you just fucking can’t!”

Instead of following her words, he stayed silent looking at her eyes with a little bit of sadness in them. Catching her breath, Sera felt a little tear dripping down her cheek but soon wiped it out with her fingers. The silence became unbearable for Sera, but it seemed to not bother Bucky at all. He’s breathing was normal even is he’s eyes said the opposite, he was staring at her eyes so deeply that she felt like he was cutting them in to get into her soul and see everything that body was hiding. “Can’t I?” He asked almost in a whisper. Surprised, Sera let out a little sigh but before either of them could let out a single word the noise of two men talking outside the door made Bucky grab Sera’s arm to quickly move her out of the way and place both of them behind a table, completely hiding themselves from the men now walking inside that room.

“I swear, man. I saw her do all of those things.” One of them said following a prior conversation.

“No way, I don’t believe you that she’s capable of doing such thing!”

“I’m telling you, why would I lie? Why would I lie about the girl the boss wants to fight?”

Sera closed her eyes letting out a little sigh as soon as she heard those words. It was obvious that they were talking about her, and for the way Bucky was looking at her, he knew it too.

The more they talked while moving things around the more fear grew inside of Sera, worrying about what they could say or what that guy even saw her doing. But Sera had a feeling it wasn’t any good.

“I saw her lifting her hand, doing a weird move to then see the guy scream in pain.” And with that, Sera knew that it was worst that she expected. “And it wasn’t like she just did it to get the guy talking, she didn’t stop once he screamed for her to do so and that he agreed to talk while Jackson was laughing behind her.”

Even if she didn’t want to, the memory of that day came to her brain and started playing like an old movie. The anger on her eyes and the flames growing out of her skin, she remembered her insides being filled with disgust and pain, so much that she didn’t remember moving her hand and taking the guy down. But she did remember the reason, what lead to that in the first place, it was strongly graved into her head that for a moment she found herself getting lost in it. But as soon as Bucky moved by her side, she started to hear the conversation again.

“I don’t know man,” as the other one said this, Sera heard him getting closer to her which lead to her moving towards Bucky’s body and feeling his chest touching her back “all I saw is her helping the Winter Soldier getting fire out him, that’s insane if you ask me.”

“My friend was there too! It looks like she just drifted to the other team after leaving Jackson, I also heard she worked with The Falcon but then left him like she did with the boss.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t sound like a good partner to have, to be honest. Always leaving everyone.”

Well, they got that party right. Sera thought.

One of them was about to let out another word but then when a biping sound came from his back pocket, they both nodded to then leave the room after closing the door behind them.

Even if they were gone, neither Bucky or Sera moved from their places. She started to feel his breathing against her neck while her chest hurt from the last words she heard. No matter how much she tried, how much she wanted to heal and forget, her past seemed to always run by and make her remember everything awful that she had made.

“I can understand how that feels, Sera.” Bucky said softly against her neck making her skin to slightly shiver under his hot breath. It was like Bucky knew what she was thinking since those words hit her just where her thoughts were, making her let out a tiny smile even if her eyes were screaming pain in every sense, but without giving Bucky an answer she just got up and looked towards the door to then let out a tiny sigh before heading towards it and leaving, finally, that awful room and the ugly memories those weapons would bring her.

The moment she stepped outside soon followed by Bucky, the lights of the hallway completely turning off made her lift her hand and illuminate her surroundings by some little fire growing on the palm of her hand. But before she could wonder around with her eyes to see if something was happening, the lights coming on again let her see Sam quickly walking towards them.

“The hell was that?” Bucky asked once Sam arrived in front of him.

“No idea.” Sera shook her head. “But I’m gonna say is not something good.”

“We need to-” Sam was saying but was soon cut off by a loud noise coming from the walls and dust falling from the ceiling. They all looked around but before a thought could come across their heads, another loud noise was heard followed by the floor shaking. “What the hell is happening?!” Sam asked quickly.

“My dears!” The voice of Jackson on a megaphone hit their ears. “I’m glad you came all here like I expected you all to come! You’re very smart human beings!” Sera looked around but he was nowhere to be seen, just his voice. “But, now, as you may see and feel, something very bad is about to happen to this beautiful building. Is truly a shame, but, oh well, it has to be done. So, good luck getting out of here my lovelies!”

“Fuck!” Sera yelled angrily and covered her face with her hands frustrated.

“What now?” Bucky asked.

“We need to check if people are inside the building before this whole thing falls to the ground.” Sam was saying as the floor started to shake and more dust fell from the ceiling.

Sera uncovered her face when a little light hit her eyes. She looked towards the room it was coming from, and right on that second, she understood what was happening. “Sam, Bucky-” Sera said after taking a long breath “you better do that because I have something in mind.”

“What is it?” Sam asked but she shook her head before grabbing his arm and Bucky’s.

“No, you two need to leave, now!”

Sam hesitated but soon after opened his wings and quickly left Bucky and Sera behind. She turned to Bucky to lock eyes with him but before she could let out a word, he quickly shook his head. “No, I’m not leaving you behind to do whatever crazy thing you want to do.”

“I can handle it, Bucky, you need to go and help Sam.” As soon as she was finished with that sentence, an electric feeling came through her vein to then see a big chunk of ceiling falling close to their bodies. Bucky, grabbing Sera by the arm, with a quick movement pushed her aside for her to not get hurt.

“I can’t let you do this alon-”

“Bucky, please, just go!” She turned to the side and opened the door to the room they left before the whole building started to come apart. Confused, Bucky followed her ignoring her wishes, and as soon as he saw the weapons now all glowing and shaking, he walked closer to her and asked loudly: “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Get out of here!”

“No!”

Sera reached her hand towards one of the guns and closed her eyes to let the flames slowly grow inside of her. Bucky, carefully watching every move she was doing, walked closer as his skin started to get burnt each step.

“Bucky!” She yelled once she opened her now red eyes.

“Sera, I’m not going! What are you doing? Let me help you!”

“No, Bucky! These things are going to explode any minute now! Go!” She took her hand away from the gun and turned to face Bucky. “Like I told you before, if anything bad happens to you...!”

“Sera, stop it!”

“You need to leave!”

“No! I’m not leaving without you!”

“Then-” Sera slowly shook her head as her eyes were starting to get watery “you leave me with no choice. I’m sorry, Bucky.” As soon as she was finished with her sentence, she lifted her hand and with a quick movement threw a ball of fire towards Bucky.

He closed his eyes ready to feel the burning against his skin but instead of that, his body flying with speed backwards made him open his eyes and noticed the big shield of fire around him. He was hitting every wall behind him, breaking it until his body was through while it was moving towards the front door. He was moving so quickly that everything around him was blurry, not giving him the chance to see anything surrounding the big shield of fire. But once outside, he could notice the green trees next to him and it didn’t took him long to hit one of them and fall into the ground in the process. Ignoring the pain on his back from hitting the tree, he walked towards Sam once he locked eyes with him.

“Where is Sera?!” Sam asked once Bucky arrived in front of him. He wondered around and noticed the people outside recovering from the building falling apart with dust all over their faces. It was like Louisiana all over again.

“Guys-” Both Bucky and Sam heard behind them as the sound of the building coming apart was still going around them. Turning around to see where the voice came from, they noticed Sharon quickly walking towards them with dust all over her face. But that didn’t caught their attention for long since they noticed the man walking closely behind her. “Is this the guy you’re looking for?” She asked arriving next to them and throwing with a quick movement Jackson into the ground. He had his hand tied up thanks to Sharon, but he didn’t seem annoyed or even afraid, instead, a little smile was glued on his face.

Bucky was about to ask him what was so funny but when a bright red light came from inside the building, he shut his mouth and quickly turned towards the front door with its now all broken glass ready to fall to the floor. “What is going on?” Sharon asked confused getting closer to Sam and Bucky, who did a quick look to each other when the light was becoming even stronger.

“What is she doing?” Sam lifting his hand in front of his eyes to protect them from the light.

“She’s gonna stay there, you know?” Jackson said while on the ground with a grin still placed on his face. “She has to.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asked looking down at him with anger, but still couldn’t hide his confusion.

“To save you all and the people around this building she needs to stop the explosion, and to do that, she has to stay under it. No choice here.” Seeing the worry in Bucky’s eyes once he turned around, Jackson let out a tiny laugh but was soon grabbed by Bucky by the neck.

“Tell me there’s a way of stopping it! Tell me!” He yelled but Jackson wasn’t taking, just laughing loudly as Sam and Bucky were completely out of ideas. “Sam,” Bucky said turning around once he dropped Jackson to the ground once again “we need to go inside.”

“No,” Sharon intervened “if you go, you’ll get stuck under the building!”

“What about Sera?! What about her?!” Bucky was starting to feel his heart beat faster as the smoke was now cutting his breathing short. He turned around to face Sam again, but he wasn’t looking at him, he had his eyes glued to the building slowly breaking apart. “Sam?!”

“Bucky, just let me think!”

“There’s no much time to think! Sera is inside that building ready to risk her life for all of us and we can’t stay out here and do nothing!”

“We can’t do much here, Bucky!” Sharon added but he didn’t turn to face her, he was still facing Sam.

“There has to be something! She can’t- there has to be a way out of this!”

“There isn’t!” Jackson yelled. “She’s gonna go down under that building, burn and die under her flames like she’s supposed to! Fire is catching and she knows that! She’s gonna die and there’s nothing you can do about it Winter Soldier!” As Jackson started to laugh like a maniac, Bucky could feel the anger and his throat closing while nothing was coming on his mind to fix the situation.

The thought of losing Sera made his chest to tied up a nod and make his heart beat even more quicker than before. His eyes were wondering around so much looking for a solution that the tears stuck on his eyes were making his brain hurt, he was trying so hard to look for a solution, but it felt like his head was frozen and nothing more than losing Sera was going through his brain.

What if that was it?

Bucky locked eyes with Sam and shook his head slowly when the little hope he had inside of him started to fade away. “I don’t want to lose her, Sam.” He said softly making Sam to grab his shoulders and then add, with a tiny nod: “You won’t.”

But what happened next, didn’t make Sam’s words look good.

A loud noise hitting their ears made them all turn around but before any of them could fully turn their heads, a strong wind flew their bodies backwards. Quickly gaining their feet on the ground, Bucky and Sam both looked up and noticed the big shield of fire around the building. It was letting out tiny sparks as it was growing, trying to see what was happening inside of it, Bucky took some steps closer to it but was soon stopped by Sam, who still had his eyes glued to the shield.

Now silence surrounded them, some people where talking behind them seeing shook what was happening in front of them. But Bucky didn’t care about them, all he had in mind was that Sera was still inside. Ignoring Sam’s arm grabbing his, Bucky tried to take another step, but as soon as he lifted his foot, a big explosion coming from the inside made him cover his eyes from the big red light. Some screams followed the loud sound but for Bucky, it all became silent. The flames growing but not being able to get to the people because of the shield, the smoke going uncontrollably upwards as the walls of the building were falling apart ready to fall into the ground. It all was happening like a slow movie for him, seeing every little piece of that building come apart and break into the ground, just like he felt every little thing in his chest break while Sera was slowly moving inside his head.

The building now turned into dust was plastered all over the ground while flames surrounded it. Smoke covered the entire round shield but Bucky noticed how it was slowly becoming smaller and smaller, making him able to step closer and with his eyes, wonder everything that was now under him. “Sera!” He yelled once the shield became nothing but a single flame joining the others. “Sera!” His voice became louder even if his throat hurt and his chest was now going up and down faster than before. “Fuck!” He let out angrily while his eyes were still wondering around him.

“Buck-” Sam spoke behind him softly.

“No!” He answered. “Sera!” He kneeled down once he noticed a piece of wall under him to grab it throw it away, and soon, do the same with the thousand of pieces left on the ground. As his hand grabbed more and more things to throw around he could feel his chest hurting, his heart dropping to his stomach while his brain couldn’t let it go. For a normal person their arms would’ve start to hurt after picking up so many things, but for Bucky, it wasn’t even bothering him. And he wasn’t going to stop until he found her, no matter how much it would take him.

“Buck-” he heard Sam again behind him but he completely ignored him. When he felt a hand touching his shoulder, his quick movement stopped to then look down and finally catch his breath and feel the tears wanting to come out once again.

“She can’t-” he started to say was cut short by his throat closing up.

Sam kneeled down to be by Bucky’s side and embrace the silence around them, but that didn’t last long, since another laugh could be heard behind them.

“She is gone!” Jackson yelled between laughs. “She’s dead! The girl on fire is finally dead! And there’s nothing you could’ve done! She’s dead and I killed her! I killed the phoenix and the dragon! It was all me! All me! I killed Seraphina Thomps-!” Bucky’s hand on his neck made him shut his mouth and eat his next words. He lifted his body off the ground while Sam was trying to stop, but wasn’t strong enough to. Jackson let out another laugh even though he couldn’t breath at all, he looked down at Bucky and made his lips into a grin, before saying softly: “Killing me won’t bring her back, Barnes.”

“Buck- stop it!” “Bucky!” “It’s not worth it, let it go!” Was all that surrounded Bucky and Jackson, but even that didn’t seem to stop him. He was still with his hand in his throat ready to drop Jackson’s body on the ground.

He wanted to do it. He could feel his clenched jawline while his teeth where hurting because of it, making him remember all those old memories...

“Bucky!” A new voice hit his ears. It took him a moment to recognised it since the anger and pain was consuming all his brain and chest, but once he did, he immediately let go of Jackson’s body to see him drop to the ground and then turn around, to lock eyes with the girl slowly walking towards him. “Don’t kill him yet! Let me get closer first.” Sera yelled jokingly as her feet were avoiding anything that could lead to her falling to the floor.

“What?” Jackson asked confused. “It can’t be! Fuck you!”

“Yeah, well, right back at you!”

Bucky started to get closer to her and noticed her shirt all burnt, letting her shoulders and stomach be out in the open. His heart started to beat faster but the nod in his chest seemed to have faded away the moment he locked eyes with her. A little smile appeared on her lips the moment he arrived in front of his and saw him taking off his jacket to gently place it on top of her shoulders and cover her from any cold wind hitting her bare skin.

The moment they both locked eyes with each other, they felt like there were no words necessary. Bucky felt his inside relaxing seeing those eyes again, it wasn’t just his head or his brain seeing her, it was also his eyes. She was there, and she was alright. He didn’t lose her.

But the moment Sam appeared to hug Sera glad that she was alright, it made them break eye contact and for Bucky to feel something else growing inside of his stomach. And it wasn’t something pleasant.

Once she broke the hug with Sam, Sera locked eyes with Bucky again but then erased the little smile on her face once she saw something completely different. She knew that the first moment of the reunion was gone, she stopped seeing relief on his eyes, instead, all she could see was his clenched jawline and the hot angry breath leaving his mouth. A not very nice conversation was coming, and unfortunately, Sera did not know how to avoid it.

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melzula · 4 years

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Sozin’s Comet

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of injuries, mentions of burn wounds

request: Could you write a Fire Lilies blurb about Zuko's and Princess! Reader's fight against Azula during Sozin's Comet?

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

The torrid breeze was uncomfortably hot and dry against your skin as you sat on the back of Appa’s saddle and stared out into the reddened skies. Sozin’s comet was beautiful, but you couldn’t help the sense of sadness you felt knowing that something so gorgeous would be used for such selfish, sinister intentions. The royal palace was rapidly approaching, your nerves beginning to show as you fidgeted with the shark tooth hanging from your neck, and it was with one final glance at the comet soaring through the sky that you swallowed down your fears and worries. Everything you’d gone through, the heartache you’d endured, the training you’d done, all of it had led you to this moment in time, and there was no doubt in mind that you were ready for the fight.

Zuko sits at the reigns, guiding Appa through the skies and mentally preparing for the fight against his sister. You haven’t spoken much since your departure from the White Lotus campgrounds, but he knows it’s due to your need to think and meditate before going into such an important battle. A lot has happened for you over the last twenty four hours, and the strength you posses amazes Zuko to no end and encourages him to push through. The banished Prince hadn’t planned to fight for the throne nor become the Fire Lord so soon, but he acknowledged the fact that it was the only way the two of you would ever be able live a long, happy life together. Zuko would restore balance with your help as well as the rest of the Gaang, and then this war could finally be over.

Down below Azula’s coronation takes place, her head bowed low as she prepares to take on the headpiece traditionally worn by the Fire Lord. However, the Fire sage freezes uneasily at the sight of your fast approaching trio, and with Appa’s loud bellow Azula’s frenzied eyes look up to see the three of you now standing before her.

“Sorry, but you’re not going to become Fire Lord today,” Zuko states firmly. “I am.”

“You’re hilarious,” Azula replies with mock laughter.

“And you’re going down,” Katara retorts firmly. Azula’s eyes shift from your friend to you, her lips curling into a snide smile at the sight of your solemn features. You should be used to her maliciousness by now, but there’s something in the way that her eyes seem to glint with excitement at the prospect of fighting you that has you taking a step backward.

“I expected better from you, Princess,” she coos mockingly, lips curling into a sneer.

“Enough is enough, Azula. You’ve been a bully all your life and that ends now.”

“Such a sweet sentiment,” she utters sarcastically before rising from her position on the ground. “You want to be Fire Lord, Zuzu? Fine, let’s settle this. Just you and me, brother, the showdown that was always meant to be— Agni Kai!”

You expect Zuko to deny her challenge, to call her crazy and demand another option, but to your surprise he replies with a scowl, “You’re on.”

“Zuko,” you chide gently, “she’s just trying to trick you, you can’t do this. Don’t fall for it.”

“I know what I’m doing. I can take her.”

“But even you admitted to your uncle that you would need help facing Azula,” Katara argues, equally disturbed at the idea of an Agni Kai between the two siblings.

“There’s something off about her,” Zuko notes. “I can’t explain it, but she’s slipping. And this way, no one else has to get hurt.”

His golden eyes meet your own in an apologetic stare, his warm hands coming up to cup your cheeks and pull your face closer to his own so that he may gift you with a comforting kunik. Your anxiety is growing by the second, but the way in which he holds you so close and secure is enough to quell your fears for now.

“It’s going to be alright,” he soothes gently. “I promise.”

“I can’t lose anyone else,” you whisper, a single tear sliding down your cheek that Zuko is quick to wipe away.

“And you won’t.”

“Oh, enough already,” Azula snarls harshly. “Are you going to face me or not?”

With one final kiss to the forehead, Zuko releases you before taking his position across the courtyard from his sister. You stand on the sidelines with Katara, her hand held tightly in your own as you prepare to watch the match about to take place.

“It’s going to be okay,” Katara comforts. “Zuko knows what he’s doing.”

“I hope you’re right...”

“I’m sorry it has to end this way, brother,” Azula says with a smirk while unceremoniously removing her robe and tossing it to the ground.

“No, you’re not,” Zuko utters solemnly, and with a smirk Azula shoots the first blast of fire— the Agni Kai has begun.

Brilliant blasts of blue and red light up the courtyard as Zuko and Azula battle. Both fight with an intensity and ferocity like you’ve never seen before, the rooftops that surround them are on fire, but neither sibling seems to let up. Both are equally matched and filled with determination to win, but a blast that Azula narrowly manages to miss has her eyes widening in consternation. Her brows furrow with rage before she charges at Zuko, but a spiraling kick that vaguely reminds you of a move you’d seen previously performed by Aang sends Azula flying through the air until she tumbles to a stop. Her hair hangs wildly from her face as she rises back to her feet, appearance disheveled as she heaves and eyes burning with hatred for the brother she had deemed weaker than her the moment she learned what weakness was.

“No lightning today?” Zuko questions almost tauntingly. “What’s the matter, afraid I’ll redirect it?”

“What is he doing??” You utter in quiet disbelief. You can feel your nerves beginning to return at the deranged look on Azula’s features, and before you even realize your feet are moving you find yourself rushing towards the scene with Katara.

“Oh, I’ll show you lightning!”

Thunder booms from the sky as Azula begins to conjure the blue light, fingertips swirling in grand circular movements as she harnesses its power and readies the lightning to strike. From across the way Zuko stands in ready position; his shoulders are relaxed and he takes a small breath as he prepares himself to deflect her attack.

Everything seems to move in slow motion once Azula’s crazed eyes leave her brother and focus on your figure. Your features are sullen and fretful as you watch on, completely defenseless and unsuspecting of an attack. If it hadn’t been for you Zuko never would have become such a disappointment to the family. If it weren’t for you he never would have left to join your little group. If it weren’t for you Azula would have been crowned Fire Lord by now with Mai and Ty Lee still at her side. For some reason beyond her comprehension Zuko loved you, and it seemed it was up to her to teach the both of you a lesson. There was no room for weakness when it came to winning, and she’d make sure Zuko learned this good and well.

With a smirk and a sudden, fluid motion of her fingertips Azula’s blast of lightening flies straight towards you and Katara. Your body freezes in place and your first instinct is to shield her from the attack. Zuko’s eyes widen in horror as he realizes the danger you’re in, that that your life is mere seconds away from ending at the hands of his sister.

“No!” He shouts desperately, and a horrified shriek falls from your lips as the lightning strikes Zuko right in the chest. His body crumples to the floor, convulsing as the shocks of electricity course through him, and though Katara attempts to hold you back she can’t stop you from sprinting towards him.

“Zuko!” You cry out, vision blurry with tears as you rush towards his side only to suddenly be knocked off of your feet by the blast of fire you narrowly manage to avoid. Azula’s maniacal laughter sends chills down your spine as you scramble back onto your feet and skillfully avoid the relentless balls of fire she hurdles at you.

“You were never good enough for my brother!” She sneers. “You made him weak!”

“I never needed your approval,” you glower. With the motion of a roundhouse kick you guide the nearby water out from the stream through the use of your foot and send shards of ice hurtling towards Azula. She doges most of them, but one mages to rip through her sleeve and nick the skin of her bicep. She growls, golden irises aflame with anger and resentment, and just as she raises her hands to attack Katara is on the defensive.

“Go, I’ve got your back!” She calls to you, and you don’t waste another minute before rushing back to Zuko’s side. Falling to your knees beside his barely conscious body, you use your strength to flip him onto his backslide so that you have access to his wound. His robes are tattered and a gnarly scar is already beginning to settle against his skin. There isn’t much time.

You gather water from the air, a feat that’s much more difficult than usual considering how dry the atmosphere is but you manage, and with your powers at the ready you carefully rest your hands on Zuko’s chest and begin the healing process.

“Don’t worry,” you murmur quietly, tears welling in your eyes, “you’re going to be okay.”

A loud crash pulls your attention away from Zuko, and before you have time to react a gale of fire comes launching straight towards you. With wide eyes and a panicked gasp you attempt to use the water in your hands to create a shield of ice to block the attack, but your reflexes are too slow and the shield isn’t thick enough, and with a deafening crack the ice shatters and leaves you vulnerable to the flames.

The pained yelp that leaves you the moment the flames come into contact with your skin is gut wrenching for Katara who lies a few feet away in the rubble. Your first instinct was to hide behind your hands, and though the ice had lessened the force of the blast it hadn’t stopped the damage you’d endured. Your flesh is aflame and the pain is unbearable, tears welling in your eyes as you scramble to heal them, but bending only seems to worsen the ache.

“You’re nothing without your bending,” Azula cackles before returning her attention to your fellow water bender who is now back on her feet and rushing to hide behind one of the pillars. “Come back here, peasant!”

With Azula distracted you rush to the canal and stick your hands into the cool, running water. Anguished sobs fall past your lips as you push through the pain. You need to be able to bend so that you can protect yourself against another attack and, more importantly, so you can heal Zuko. You work so that burns become tolerable, not worrying just yet about completely healing them, and when you feel that you’re ready you remove your hands from the water and hurry back to Zuko’s aid.

His chest rises and falls slowly, and with the use of the water from the fountain as well as from your own tears you rest your hands upon his wound and begin to heal him. Uncomfortable tingles shoot through your palms and bite at your fingertips but you ignore it, holding back the tears and the whimper that crawls through your throat and instead focusing your energy on Zuko. Katara is suddenly at your side, and as she kneels down beside you with anxious anticipation in her eyes Zuko finally begins to wake.

“Oh, Zuko!” You exclaim tearfully, your whole body seeming to sigh in relief as he gives you the tiniest smile he can muster.

“Hello, Princess,” he utters hoarsely while Katara helps you get him back on his feet. His features soften at the sight of your hands as he carefully takes them in his own and assesses the damage. You’ll be lucky if you make it out of this without any nerve damage, and it’s likely that you’re going to carry permanent scars on your skin for the rest of your life. “Your hands...”

“Saving you was more important than healing myself,” you assure him with a faint smile. “Besides, now we’re a matching set.”

Your attempt to make a joke in the midst of such a solemn moment causes Zuko to crack the tiniest of smiles, but it fades at the sight of Azula. Chained to the sewer grate, the Princess thrashes desperately against her restraints in an attempt to free herself. Flames shoot from her mouth and as the reality of her situation finally starts to sink in she begins to cry. Her sobs are heartbreaking and full of agony, and despite your victory there is no celebrating. Azula was the product of manipulation and abuse, and despite all the horrible things she’d done to you and your friends you truly felt sorry for her.

Zuko guides you away from the scene and towards the palace, his arm tenderly wrapped around your waist and his eyes never once leaving your hands.

“Let’s get you bandaged up,” he suggests comfortingly.

“And then what?” You ask quietly only for him to exchange an uneasy glance with Katara. His eyes meet yours then, and though they are comforting they are also filled with the slightest hint of doubt.

“We wait and see if Aang finished the job.”

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 years

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Not a Duo

Summary: Aizawa informs Midoriya and Bakugou that the paperwork Bakugou submitted for their hero duo partnership is wrong. Midoriya's reaction surprises him. More so when more is revealed.

Shoutout to @legallyspawned and @nyx3927 for some of the suggestions.

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When Shouta got the papers, he had simply accepted them without much thought. Much like many others in UA, he had figured that Bakugou and Midoriya would eventually form a hero duo. Bakugou had taken the news that he was weaker in winter hard when they had figured it out, more so the news that he probably would have to be part of a duo given the volatile nature of his Quirk. Exploding hands weren’t great for rescues or apprehension.

Everyone also knew that Bakugou had a thing for the green-haired girl. He certainly warded off any boys who might go near her but seemed to want to focus on his own school before asking her out. Shouta had figured eventually he would hear about them finally getting together, even as Nemuri argued that Midoriya wasn’t interested in Bakugou at all.

When Shouta looked through the papers later though, he noticed that Bakugou had written independent on the papers as their agency, plus a few other minor things. It somewhat struck him as odd, that he would get it wrong, but as Midoriya had only haded in her signed copy of an acceptance to an agency across the country a day before Bakugou handed these forms in, perhaps they hadn’t had time to talk.

The papers did need to be fixed, and so the next day during homeroom he brought it up.

“By the way, Bakugou, Midoriya. You need to fix your hero duo papers- you put independent instead of the Kingsman Agency.”

“...What the fuck?!” Midoriya asked and suddenly Shouta was staring down an angry teenage girl.

Well… someone was dead.

-0-

Izumi stared at her teacher in shock and horror, before looking to Kacchan who looked annoyed and looked back at her.

“What the fuck?” she repeated just ask he asked her,

“You fucking signed a contract shitty Deku?!”

“Yeah!” she said staring at him. “The Kingsman Agency is one of the top agencies in the country, plus it’s far away from you which was my plan.”

“...What?” Kacchan asked.

“I know that no agency other than some local ones wanted to sign you on. So I decided to get to the other side of the country so I could avoid you.” Izumi told him bluntly, glaring at him.

“...What the fuck, is it because I haven’t asked you out yet?”

Izumi jerked back, feeling very confused as she stared at him. Kacchan scoffed at her.

“Of course it was. Look, Deku, my plan was to give you the papers so we could form a hero duo team and be independent together, and then ask you out.” He rolled his eyes. “Kingsman contract can’t be hard to break right? So-”

“What the fuck!?” Izumi burst into loud laughter, slightly hunched over her desk, her laughter continuing as Hitoshi snickered along with Ochako.

“I… doesn’t he know?” Tenya asked Yuuga who shrugged in answer from what she saw.

“Oh god, my sides.” Izumi snickered. “What the fuck Kacchan?”

The look on his face had her howling in laughter again, clutching her desk and wheezing.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded angrily.

“...She’s dating me.” Hanata voiced, the other girl lifting a hand and waving it. Izumi cackled again, laying her head on the desk.

“Oh fuck this is good.”

“WHAT?!” Kacchan shouted. “When the fuck did you start dating?”

“Like second year?” Izumi snickered. “We just… haven’t said anything cause mom is homophobic as fuck.”

“What?” Kacchan asked, glaring. “Auntie Inko?”

“Yeah, god she hates anyone gay. I was like very in the closet for a long ass time Kacchan. I got lucky when I discovered that UA takes over part of the guardianship duties and I got confirmation she couldn’t like force me into an arranged marriage I was really worried about that.” Izumi felt a stab of pain in her chest.

She loved her mom, she really did but she was very set in her ways and very firm. She had an idea of what life should be like for Izumi and would get upset when she even thought of altering it. Izumi was also aware that her mom would love for her to marry Kacchan which made her want to puke at the idea.

Even if she wasn’t very gay, she would rather die.

“Or well, hate is strong. Dislike yeah. Toshinori…” Izumi looked down, feeling very tired.

All Might’s death had been a shock to everyone. He just didn’t wake up one day. His injuries finally caught up to him in the end.

“Toshinori left me all his money so I can finish UA without worrying mom would stop paying for the schooling.” Izumi finally said. “I finally told her last month I was dating Hanata, reminded her she can’t sign any contracts for me not only because UA is in charge of that but also I am 18 now and left. I haven’t spoken to her since. I tried, she didn’t answer.” Izumi felt that pain hard.

She wished her mom would talk to her.

“How didn’t you know Bakubro?” Kirishima asked in confusion. “Sero like told us all when they got together.”

“I told my friends,” Hanata corrected him shrugging. She reached out to grab Izumi’s hand and Izumi copied her, squeezing her hand. “Bakugou isn’t my friend. I’m friendly with him but like… gave up on ever considering him a friend when he kept calling me awful nicknames and treating me like shit.”

“Yeah,” Kaminari admitted. “I kinda… I kinda just hang out with him cause you do Kirishima. I don’t like him all that much.”

“Same,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes at the yelling that sparked in Kacchan until Aizawa flared his Quirk.

“To simplify, Midoriya. You do NOT want to be a hero duo and Kacchan submitted false paperwork.” He asked.

“Correct,” Izumi said. Kacchan shot her a look and she frowned. “Why are you so obsessed with the idea anyway? I mean… now I know apparently you want to date me which eww I am way too gay for that.” snickers came from everyone at that. “But like… why? I had no clue you even liked me. I sure as hell don’t like you at all.”

“You call him Kacchan?” Sato asked in confusion. Izumi shrugged.

“Because when we were kids he hated it? It’s a habit now. I just said it to piss him off like he used Deku to actually mean useless.”

Her words had the class shifting slightly, looking to each other confused.

“Hey, Kacchan,” Hitoshi spoke up then.

“Don’t call me-” Kacchan stopped and Hitoshi asked before Aizawa could erase his Quirk,

“Why do you want to be a hero duo with Izumi so much?”

“None of the agencies who want to hire me plan on letting me do much. I wanted to use the money All Might left Deku and do heroing my way without having to listen to an agency. I also know the nerd won’t rise that far without me, she’s to useless-” Kacchan’s reply was cut off by a punch in the face from Izumi.

“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!” she screamed at him. “You… I knew you were low. I’ve known it since you told me to go fucking kill myself but this?!”

“He what?” Hanata asked, raising from her seat herself. Izumi ignored her, glaring.

“Fuck, well it’s fucking true! I’m going to be number one-” Kacchan started but she laughed in his face, hard.

“Momo! We looked at the projection made by several different companies, right?” Izumi asked. Momo nodded, her face disgusted as she looked at Kacchan.

“We did. All of them project that Midoriya Izumi, the hero Dekiru, would be in the top hundred within the next five years. Dynamight would only be in the two hundred at best.” Momo announced.

“What?!” Kacchan cried but something about his tone had Izumi baring her teeth.

“Liar. You knew this, you just don’t want to fucking admit you’re not as great as you claim, so you pretend it’s to help me.” She snapped. “Why am I not surprised, you always prefer burying your head in the sand than actually stepping up and admitting you did wrong. You did it when we were kids and you do it now.” She laughed bitterly. “I’m glad I’m getting the fuck away from you.”

“You’ll have to deal with me sometimes,” he threatened. “We’re to good a team to-”

“Are you trying to threaten me with requesting team-ups with me?” Izumi asked. He sneered at her. “Oh buddy, you do not want to go there.” she pulled out her phone and pulled up an audio file and pressed play.

“Take a swan dive off a roof and pray for a Quirk in your next life.”

“Oi, Deku.”

“Kacchan, give me back my homework.” The sound of an explosion echoed. “Kacchan!”

“Ha! Serves you right fucking nerd. You didn’t deserve that mark on our last test.”

Izumi stared down Kacchan who went paler and paler as the audio went on. She finally stopped it after another verbal threat, well aware of the classroom.

“I planned for years to release that after high school graduation. To watch you get what you wanted and then have it ripped away from you.” Izumi snorted, shaking her head. “I decided against it for a simple reason. I’ve met too many villains like you to think you would stay on a civilian path.”

“I’m no villain!” he shouted.

“You’re sure acting like one.” she shot back.

“Agreed,” Aizawa spoke then, his voice cold. Izumi glanced around the room. Hanata looked pissed, about to do something to Kacchan by how her hands were clenched. Kirishima looked heartbroken. The rest of the class stared in disgust but truly not much shock.

The shine of Bakugou had worn off years ago. He was nothing to them now.

“Bakugou, we will be going to the principal’s office right now with the evidence Midoriya has offered. Not only are you in trouble for fraud given you attempted to sign hero duo papers without her permission, but due to the bullying you have heaped upon her…” he jerked his head to the door and Kacchan opened his mouth but closed it at the looks he got. He looked around, lost but no one looked at him.

Kirishima even looked away, sobbing. Ashido and Kaminari had moved to comfort him while Hanata was too busy glaring at him.

Kacchan walked out of the room, leaving Izumi to be tackled by her girlfriend and hugged tightly, while the entire class all burst into noise.

Izumi hugged Hanata back, burrowing her face into her shoulder and let out a sob.

God, why did this happen?

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lesetoilesfous · 3 years

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i feel like "anger born of worry" is CLASSIC fenders, but i'm also 👀 at "impaled palm"

Ok, I tried my hand at doing both (haha) and I really hope you like it! If this wasn't what you were imagining, let me know and I'll try again!!

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Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Prompt: Impaled Palm, Anger Born of Worry

Pairing: Fenders

Characters: Fenris, Anders, evil/red Garrett Hawke, Isabela

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape, Torture, Mutilation, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Implied Domestic Abuse, Implied Sexual Abuse

Additional Tags: Red Hawke and Anders have been in a 'relationship' for a while, Fenris finds out exactly how fucked up it is, please mind the tags, hurt/comfort, angst with a bittersweet ending

Fenris hadn’t actually wanted to go back. Hawke had told them all to leave that morning, making no effort to hide the hungry way he was staring at his apostate lover. Fenris had been glad of the excuse, and he and Isabela had enjoyed a companionable few hours trekking back up the Wounded Coast, discussing her various adventures. They were in sight of the high bright walls of Kirkwall when Fenris realised he didn’t have A Slave's Life. He and Isabela had taken a moment before the always-exhausting climb back up the steps into the city proper, and Fenris had wanted to take the opportunity to do a little reading. But the book wasn’t there. With an anxious lurch of his stomach, he’d realised he must have left it back at camp - where Hawke and Anders were...exploring each other. Grimacing, Fenris had told Isabela he’d needed to go back. She’d offered to accompany him, but Fenris had assured her that if he could make it across southern Thedas on his escape from Tevinter half-starved and unable to speak the language, he could handle a few raiders on the Wounded Coast. Besides, he knew how desperately she was longing to see her own mage again, and as much as her intimacy with a blood mage discomfited him, he also found that he was reluctant to separate them.

By the time Fenris got back to their camp, the sun was high in the sky and the sea was crashing in white peaked waves against the shore with a light breeze. He’d found his book in short order, buried beneath a pile of rust red blankets by one of the tents. The leather cover was soft and warm beneath his fingers, and the weight of it released the stress that had been building in his chest ever since he thought he’d lost it. Fenris had been planning to simply turn back to Kirkwall, not interested in announcing his presence to the happy couple, mouth already unpleasantly thick with the smell of sex.

But then Anders had screamed.

The sound was short, strangled and bitten off abruptly. Fenris thinks he might not even have heard it, if the wind had been passing in a different direction, or the waves had been a little louder. But he did. And Fenris had spent seven years protecting this man’s life, and having his own protected in turn. So he dropped into a crouch and crept towards the sound.

Fenris’ first thought is that it’s raiders - that feels like the most obvious explanation. It’s difficult to walk quietly on the sand dunes, but Fenris had had no shortage of practice silencing his steps in Tevinter, and now his toes sink soundlessly into the hot sand. When he lifts his head over the dune, long reeds scratching at his skin, sword propped lightly against the sand, it takes Fenris several moments to decipher the image in front of him.

Anders is half-dressed. This much, Fenris had expected. His pants are a twisted mess of fabric around his calves, and his shirt is unlaced and loose, riding up his belly - which for all Hawke’s insistent feeding is still terribly thin. His hair is a mess in the sand, tangled and crusted with muck.

But there are no raiders.

What Fenris hadn’t expected was Hawke, fully clothed, face dark with a hunger Fenris had only ever seen on the battlefield. As Fenris watches, blood roaring in his ears, Hawke leans down and bites Anders’ neck. Anders keens, writhing weakly beneath the shorter, stronger man - much more weakly than Fenris expects. He wants to believe that this is playfighting, some kind of roleplay, the likes of which Isabela extolls in her frequent trips to The Blooming Rose.

But this flickering candle of hope is doused, abruptly, when Fenris tears his eyes away from where Hawke is mauling Anders’ neck and sees Anders’ hand, skewered with one of Hawke’s knives. The dagger has been driven straight through his palm into the sand, and his greying skin is covered in black drying blood, as if it’s been there a long time. Occasionally, as Hawke moves over him, tugging at his clothes, his fingers twitch convulsively.

At one point, Hawke’s hand moves beneath Anders’ waistband, and Anders’ struggling increases, suddenly, and Hawke reaches over and grabs the hilt of the dagger in Anders’ palm and twists it. Anders’ screams, again, and again the sound is cut off as Hawke leans down to kiss him, groping him with one hand whilst he tortures him with the other.

Then Fenris is running over the top of the sand dune, sword held high.

Afterwards, Fenris isn’t sure whether he should have killed Hawke. In the moment, it doesn’t feel like he has any choice. He kicks Hawke away from Anders’ bruised, bleeding body, and swings his sword like a batter hitting a ball. Hawke’s head detaches from his shoulders and bounces, briefly, on the sand as his body topples into the wet stand. Fenris stands there, staring at the man who had been his friend and ally for seven years. His arms hold the sword suspended in the air at the end of the movement, as if he had been merely following the familiar steps of a routine. But the blade drips blood onto the sand, and eventually the heat and the wind bring Fenris back into himself.

He hears Anders, choking on sobs behind him, and he drops his blade - not thinking about the coming tide. Anders is sitting, having tried to gather up his ruined pants around his waist. He’s trying to pull the blade out of his palm. Fenris stares at him - tries not to see the stains on his clothes, the bruises on his neck and collarbone and chest, tries not to notice the ways in which he’s exposed. “Use your magic.”

Anders laughs, and it breaks into a sob on the way out of his mouth. “No shit, Fenris. I can’t.” He sobs again, and pulls the dagger out of his hand with a shout, collapsing back into the sand, where he lies on his back, dropping the knife into the dirt like its venomous. For a long moment, he lies on his back, staring up at the sky, hand limp and greying, blood running down the beach toward the sea and staining the sand red. “Magebane. He poisons - poisoned my food.”

Fenris stares, feeling the anger and grief and horror that had somehow, miraculously, failed to hit until now becoming a hurricane in his head. “How long.” Anders says nothing, and Fenris walks closer. “How long has he been doing this to you?”

Anders laughs again. His lips are swollen red and bruising, stained with the dark cherry stains of dried blood in places. His eyes are red rimmed and puffy, and there are long red marks fading up into bruises around his neck. “I don’t know. Since the beginning.”

Fenris thinks he isn’t angry at Anders. He thinks, probably, that he’s angry at himself. But he can’t seem to redirect the flood now it’s started, like a river that’s already falling through a broken dam. “And your demon?”

Anders’ brown eyes slide to look up at him, “Magebane cuts off my connection to him. Makes him...quiet, and weak. He figured that out early, too.”

Fenris grits his teeth, sweating fingers curling and uncurling in his gauntlets. The sea beats ceaselessly against the shore. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Anders squints at him. Fenris thinks he should be doing something: cleaning the cuts, or bandaging them, or doing something for the hand. But he’s caught like a fly in tree sap, unable to move whilst his mind tries to process the enormity of how the last few minutes recontextualise his life. “We’re not exactly friends, Fenris.”

“I would not have left you to this.” Fenris says the words with more heat than he means to, and Anders stares at him for a long, long moment, for once saying nothing.

Eventually, he swallows. “Well then.” Anders’ voice is weaker than usual when he speaks, and tremulous. He coughs, and starts again. “Ready for your first lesson in healing for normies?”

“Normies.” Fenris repeats, utterly wrongfooted by the sheer inanity of the man on his back in front of him.

Anders gives him a thin smile. “People without magic.” Fenris scowls, and Anders’ tight-lipped smile grows into a full-blown, crooked grin. “Lesson number one. If we don’t act soon I’m going to lose this hand. Might have lost it already. But we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it.”

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