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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks she’s too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her 🥵 please work your magic and elaborate however you want

A Flame in Your Heart

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy y’all, you’ve been warned. 💀 unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader

AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! ❤️

Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways you’d never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, you’d never felt so alone. You weren’t sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasn’t until you’d passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didn’t take kindly to people like you. “Vaulties” she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. “I’ll be going then, have a nice day!” You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you weren’t sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.

“I ain’t no charity case sweetheart, I don’t take on strays” The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. “The dog there with you tells me otherwise” you quipped. “Ain’t my dog” he responded harshly as he continued walking. “I can make it worth your while!” You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. “And how you suppose you’d do that?” He asked, and at first you didn’t know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? “Well…I can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuff” you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. “‘f I wanted a pack mule I’d‘ve found a brahman” he shot you down. “Okay, then I can be good company to talk to!” You offered. “They make radios for when I want to listen to someone yack” he shut down once again. “I’m a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew that’d put a smile even on the meanest son of a gun’s face” you said, hopeful that he’d at least take you for something, but you had a feeling he’d probably turn you down again. “Iguana on a stick’s just fine” he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. “Oh, umm…” you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.

“Got a lotta nerve walkin’ up t’ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ain’t met dangerous yet, you’re lookin’ at someone who could put you down before you’d even mutter your last words” he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. “I know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. I’m new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same way” you explained. “Look, I know I don’t look like much but please just give me a chance” you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. “You help me, I help you, however that ends up being” you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didn’t see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. “Alright, but the minute you start draggin’ you’re out, got me?” He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. “I don’t do hugs” he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where he’d drop the gun back to his side. “R-Right…sorry” you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. “C’mon, I ain’t got all day now” he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.

Your travels with him certainly weren’t at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time you’d traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you weren’t prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why you’d ever left the comfort of the vault, why you’d abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasn’t riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasn’t unclaimed. You’d gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than you’d talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you weren’t great with a gun, but you were getting there.

“Might I suggest takin’ them clothes instead of wearin’ that suit?” He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. “Why would I do that…?” You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. “Because, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here don’t like vaulties or the ones that run ‘em” he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.

Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing he’s had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldn’t manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. “Ain’t no use if the cold gets ya” he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. “Thank you” you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. “Don’t say I never did nothin’ for ya” he replied, trying to sound cold but it didn’t come off that way, making you chuckle. “What do I owe you?” You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. “Just keep watch for a bit, I’ll be up in a few hours” he responded, and while it wasn’t what you were expecting, you’d take it.

He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didn’t seem to like that very much, claiming that wasn’t how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. “Well would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payin’ off after all. How’s it feel?” He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. “He was yelling at me but…he was aiming at you. I don’t really know what came over me, I didn’t like that he was going to shoot you so I just…I killed him” you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadn’t seen it himself. He didn’t really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. You’d just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time that’s passed since? He wasn’t sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. “Get some rest vaultie, sun’ll be up soon” he said, knowing you likely wouldn’t get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.

When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You weren’t some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.

When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as you’d smiled sweetly at him. “Glad to know I don’t have germs anymore” you said jokingly, making him chuckle. “Give an old man some credit. It ain’t exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlin’, even cute can be deadly” he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing it’s just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldn’t quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. “Just teasin’ you, I get it. I’d tie me up and use me for bait too if I’d been doing this as long as you have. It’s a shit hole out here” you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word he’s ever heard from you. “Well I’ll be damned, either I’m a bad influence or you’re finally growin’ outta that naive shell there, vaultie” Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one you’d seen in a while that wasn’t brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. “Probably both” you quipped, making him chuckle. “Yeah, probably. Been told I ain’t easy to stomach” he said, making you hum. “You’re alright in my book, Coop” you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? “You ain’t so bad yourself, vaultie” he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. “Keep making food this good and I just might have to keep you around” he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. “It’s not much but I certainly try. I’ll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with you” you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?

“Hey, if it isn’t too much can I ask you a sort of…personal question?” You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasn’t here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasn’t been so on edge with you, it was like he’d warmed up to you. “Depends on what you’re askin’ there, sweetheart” he said, the nickname once again making you blush. “Do you…miss them? Your wife and daughter?” You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasn’t sure. “Ain’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about ‘em. About the way I ran out on ‘em when them bombs dropped” he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open he’s been with you this whole time. “I feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runnin’ out and leavin’ ‘em behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryin’ t’ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ain’t sure” he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things they’ve done in the past that they aren’t proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. “Well, in the short time I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I don’t think you should blame yourself for doing so” you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if you’d opened something in his mind, something he’d never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didn’t flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldn’t. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. “Guess you’re right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to make” he replied. “I understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that we’ve done before in regret, it’s what makes us human” you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. “You got anybody?” He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. “An ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..” you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what you’d asked of him to share. “Sorry t’ hear that” Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. “I haven’t exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?” You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. “He was the fool, not you darlin’. He was the one skippin’ out on one hell of a woman” Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.

“Thanks” you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, you’d been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-“ “relax vaultie” he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. “It’s…rather nice actually” he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. “Then there it can stay” you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.

Months passed on like this, where you’d spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way you’d hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way you’d go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. You’d helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights there’d be so much tension in the air, it’s a miracle you haven’t jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. You’d been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didn’t need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didn’t kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didn’t look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed that’s where the term “opposites attract” came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.

Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache you’d both ever laid eyes on. “Coop! Come here, you gotta see this” you said, making him run towards you to make sure you weren’t hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. “Tell me I’m not seeing shit” you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. “Well ain’t that just the prettiest fuckin’ sight” he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. “This is the closest fuckin’ thing to a slice of heaven I’ve seen in ages” he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldn’t speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. “You said it!” you replied, and it’s even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. “Holy shit, this thing still works?” You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. “Guess so” he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. “I dunno about you baby doll, but I ain’t about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittin’ here ‘n front of us” he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.

In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasn’t the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka he’d found to wait for it to take effect. “The hell is DN?” He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. “Don’t know, guess we’ll find out here soon because I took two” you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. “You come a mighty long way, little lady” he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There weren’t any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldn’t be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. “Shit, it’s hot as hell in here…” you complained, shaking off your jacket that you’d picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. “Lightweight” he quipped, making you chuckle. “Accept I don’t feel anything, I just feel hot” you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. “Give it some time, you’re new to all this. ‘m sure your body is wonderin’ what the hell you just put in it” he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.

As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldn’t help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. You’d rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. “Been awful quiet. You doin’ alright over there, sweetheart?” Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me all the sudden. I feel so…weird?” you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. “Ya took some chems, it’s gonna feel a bit fuzzy” he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didn’t feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldn’t grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. “No, this is different…I don’t think what I took was a normal chem, Coop…” you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. “I feel like an animal in heat” you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. “I ain’t ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?” He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.

“Hey, ya with me still?” He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. “Is that DN shit the only thing you took?” He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing he’d never heard of before. He knew it wasn’t the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadn’t.

It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tin’s lid. “Shit..” he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. “Did you read the lid before you popped them pills?” He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldn’t get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. “There was instructions?? Oh my god…what the fuck did I take?” You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. “Somethin’ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like it’s a…well looks like it’s a handmade sex chem” he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, you’d never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. “Please tell me you’re fucking joking, cooper…” you whined, watching him read it more. “How much of it did you take?” He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. “Two?” You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. “Fuckin’ hell sugar..” he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. “You’re only s’possed take one, and with you bein’ new t’ all this, I wouldn’t have taken more than half” he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. “Fuck me…wait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean I’d like if you did but…FUCK! Forgive me Cooper, I’m so sorry, I can hardly think straight” you said, making him chuckle. “Well sweetheart, I think you and I both know there’s only one good fix for this situation” he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you weren’t the only one all worked up here. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-“ you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.

“I won’t lie t’ you, doin’ this with you has passed my mind more times than I’d care to admit, but I don’t wanna cross that line unless you really want this” he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. “Coop, I know I’m under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, I’d be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if I’m honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you don’t fuck me” you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. “That so sugar?” He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. “God yes, Cooper please..” you begged, nearly moaning in reply and he’d spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. “Good, because I don’t think I’d be able to hold myself back once we’ve started” he said, and the idea made you moan. “Don’t want you to hold back, want all of you” you said, and your wish was his command.

By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, you’d already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. “Yes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!” you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldn’t stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. “Doin’ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whore” he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. “Yeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?” He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasn’t a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. “Never knew such a sweet lil’ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. Fuck…enough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?” he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing you’d pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. “My, you are just a little freak, ain’t you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honey” he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “Cooper…’m so close, so close please!!” You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. “Go on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you make” he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna cum again, I-“ you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. “Well ain’t I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and she’s a gusher” he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. “Holy shit, I-I didn’t know I could do that” you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. “Do it again for me” he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. “Now that’s a damn good sight” he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.

It’s a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooper’s side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. “Mornin’ sunshine” he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. “Morning” you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. “Ain’t that a pretty sight” he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. “Last night was definitely something, can’t believe you’ve been holding all *that* out on me” you joked, making him give a dry laugh. “Could say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. You’re a wild thing to party with, lil’ lady” he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. “You’re fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plans” you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. “Drunk words are sober thoughts they say, so I’d say I made out pretty good. But don’t sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but it’s good to know I ain’t as hard to stomach as most people say” he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. “I think you are just perfect, Cooper” you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore he’d do anything to see pointed his way.

“You really wanna be my girl?” He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drug’s effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasn’t felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. “I absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think we’ve danced around it for long enough, don’t you?” you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile you’ve seen him wear since you’d met. “Just checkin’” he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.

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"Spent a night in the drunk tank after that, thanks to Merle," Daryl drawled.

"Mmm," you hummed, nodding. "Of course it was Merle's fault." You offered him another piece of venison jerky from the bag and he accepted gladly. It was a cool day and you were enjoying a little break before you continued on your way to scavenge supplies.

"What 'bout you? Ya ever get arrested?" he drawled, eyeing you curiously. "'M gonna guess not," he added with a laugh.

You smirked at him. "I was actually. I was arrested for being too cool."

Daryl let out a snort and a laugh and nearly choked on his bite. "Lemme guess—charges were dropped due to a lack of supportin' evidence. Ya fuckin' nerd..."

"Hey!" you laughed, whipping the rest of bag of jerky at him. "Ass."

"Ahh, tha's why I like ya though," he said, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners.

Flames of heat licked your face in a flush and you smiled at him. Daryl's heart skipped a beat.

Prompt: "I was arrested for being too cool." / "Charges were dropped due to a lack of supportin' evidence."

#daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon reader insert #daryl x you #twd fluff

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happy production day || ortho shroud

masterlist characters: ortho & idia (platonic) genre: angst contains: ortho birthday !!!!, pov switches again, ending might be confusing with how I formatted it but please ask if you have questions !! summary: two birthday parties fit for a shroud. notes: hihi :] I promise I love the shrouds. btw not a part of the canon black sheep series!! or, at least, not in timeline yet :)

"a little to the left," idia called to you, waving his hand. "no, back over."

"right here?" you chirped, tilting your head slightly to look at your older brother.

"yep! perfect," idia gave you a toothy grin before walking over, holding up his arms to help you down from the ladder. you took a single step down before idia's hands landed at your sides, picking you up to place you on the floor.

"what next? what next?" you beamed, practically bouncing in place. idia laughed at your excitement, reaching down to ruffling your hair. the blue fire flared under his touch, a trait you had noticed in all of your family members.

"we're gonna set up a game," idia revealed, him sharp teeth poking out from his lips as he grinned. with just that one sentence alone, your eyes glimmered with curiosity.

"what kind of game?"

"a scavenger hunt," idia explained. and before you knew it, you were rushing around your house, planting little puzzles and clues for your brother to find. it took you a few hours, but that time was cut down since idia was the one to actually make the puzzles

so, when the time came for your little brother's birthday, you woke him up by shaking him, excitedly pulling him out of bed to begin the hunt.

little did you know, that was the last birthday you'd throw for your little brother.

"a little to the right," you directed, watching as one of the ignihyde member's drones flew through the air. "too far... there we go!"

one of the dorm members let out a soft sigh of relief, waving for his drone to return to him. he walked off, presumably to gather with some of his other friends. but you had no time to dwell on that.

you walked over to where the tables were set up, inspecting each one carefully. you hummed in satisfaction, moving on to set up the plates in a pile beside the silverware.

once you finished setting up the plates, you wandered the venue. it was nice, all decorated with blue. streamers, banners, screens, everything that screamed a celebration could be found in the dorm's main hall. the perpetual flames that flickered on the porcelain pedestals only added to the atmosphere.

maybe you could light the birthday candles using those flames. what a funny thought.

with nothing else to do but wait, you found yourself floating down the hall towards the dorm rooms. and you reached that oh so familiar room that you spent most of your days in.

your metal knuckles tapped against the door. it immediately opened, revealing your two brothers inside.

"(name)!" ortho cheered upon seeing you. he stood up from where he sat on the floor, immediately grabbing your hand to pull you into the room. idia greeted you with a small grin, his eyes staying glued to his phone as he tapped furiously at his screen.

ortho sat you down beside him and immediately handed you a controller. when you looked to the tv screen, you noticed it was an open world RPG, one fitted with multiplayer. it was ortho's favorite to play in your downtime while idea busied himself with his dailies on his mobile games.

you logged into your account and let yourself become consumed by the game. and ortho did the same, idia's room now filled with sounds of the main characters yelling and enemies dying.

hours passed since you started playing. idia had finished his dailies long ago and had taken to just watching you and ortho play. that was until he reached over your shoulder to grab your controller and pause the game. with that single look, you knew it was time.

you helped ortho up from the ground and held his hand. idia smiled softly at the sight of you two and (begrudgingly as always) left his room.

"oh, are the decorations ready?" ortho beamed, his voice peaking slightly as he spoke.

"mhm! i spent all morning getting the others to help!" you explained, floating behind idea towards the venue. "the rest of the afternoon let the dorm members prepare their gifts!"

"gifts? they didn't have to!" ortho gasped, which drew out a wheeze-like laugh from idia.

"trust me, they did," he remarked, earning a deadpan stare from both you and ortho.

"big brother... what did you do?" ortho asked. idia paused for a moment before shrugging. and you didn't get anything else out of him, no matter how much you two pried.

"happy birthday ortho," a handful of dorm members cheered.

"key phrase detected. now playing special voice message: "i thank you for celebrating my production date," ortho read off from a script. it earned a few laughs from the other dorm members.

meanwhile, idia stood off to the side, idly watching as his two younger siblings conversed. you were adjusting the sash that sat around ortho's torso, brushing off some of the streamers that fired from the confetti cannons.

it was a strange day. it always was. idia never liked celebrating them. it was cruel. two cruel days out of the year that always reminded him of how much of a failure he was for his siblings.

i should of been there, he would think. if I was, they would still be here.

we could celebrate their birthdays for real. i could give (name) and ortho the birthday treasure hunts they deserved.

but, he couldn't spend long wallowing in his thoughts. not when you and ortho looked up at him with those sparkly, glassy eyes, illuminating with everything except that pure childlike wonder he had grown up seeing before that day.

but, for now, if he thought long and hard, used his imagination to escape...

he could see them.

"big brother! look at the gifts i got!" ortho cheered, holding up a box with a figurine of his favorite video game hero. you stood beside him, smiling brightly as ortho showed the figurine off.

yeah... he could see them.

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readnburied · 4 months

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169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024 — Announcement

As this year draws to a close, it’s time to announce the 169 Scavenger Hunter Reading Challenge 2024. This is a reading challenge which is hosted by me and takes place every leap year. The first one took place in 2020 and 2024 will be a leap year so it’s time for this challenge to appear.

Rules & Levels

The challenge will run from January 1st, 2024 till December 31st, 2024. There’s a list of 169 items given below and your job is to find each item in the books you read. You can find multiple items in one book, or you can choose to read one book per item, that is up to you.

There are levels of accomplishment based on how many items you manage to find in the books you read which are as follows:

Bronze Level: 0 — 52 items

Silver Level: 53 — 91 items

Gold Level: 92 — 169 items

So without any further delay, here is the list of items you need to find for the 169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024.

169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024

wristwatch

Scarf

Mason Jar

Ticket

Fuse

Guitar

Rocking Chair

Rock

Picture Frame

Fireplace

Moon

Calendar

Duffel Bag

Boarding Pass

Star

Plate

Ceiling Fan

Coffee Cup

Barista

Sparrow

Bottle

Soda

Egg

Mascara

Strobe Lights

Martini

Leaf

Stethoscope

Squid

Dagger

Blue Car

April

Bow

Cat

Tapestry

Bookshelf

Pearl

Ice Cream

Christmas Tree

Grandfather Clock

Staircase

Shampoo Bottle

iPhone

Crocodile

Facebook

Winter

Teeth

Pen

Space

Spa

Mouse

Bar Stool

Sculpture

Faucet

Shoe Rack

Tulip

Black Tie

Gym

Flag

Soccer Ball

Halter-Neck Dress

Seashell

Windmill

Selfie

Mahogany

Red Light

Wallet

Brain

Building

Fashion Designer

Chinese Vase

Seed

Hot Chocolate

Envelope

Heart

Herb

Flame

Road

Web

Stitch

Music Notes

Chocolate

Sling

Bracelet

Bell Boy

Shovel

Racket

Flip Flops

Fireworks

Waffles

Frosting

Condensation

Sticker

Headline

Tea

Folder

Salt

Soap

Pipes

Tiles

Raindrop

Brick

Gravel

Cloud

Teardrop

Ring

Speaker

Balloon

Basketball

Marble

Pestle

Parsley

Tracks

Ice Cube

Pouch

Comforter

Fridge

Rainbow

Highlighter

Bulb

Earthquake

Lamp

License

Diploma

Gown

Tunic

Wand

Boots

Lighter

Laptop

Socks

Foam

Dolphin

Grass

Helicopter

Skyscraper

Credit Card

Boat

Camp

Hat

Invite

Vampire

Syringe

Coat

Switch

Twig

Bag

Bulldozer

Couch

Pizza

Hot Air Balloon

Keychain

Charm

Medicine

Tweezers

Fountain Pen

Pirate

Treasure Chest

Mist

Instrument

Carton

Moisturizer

Baloney

Fish

Sweater

Cabinet

Air

Popsicle

So here is the list of all the items you need to find to complete this reading challenge. I hope you find it interesting and wish to participate. If you do, feel free to comment down below and if you can’t or don’t want to comment that’s okay as well. I just hope you enjoy doing the challenge!

Happy Reading!!

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hiii :3 hope it is okay that im doing an ask 😰😰

I hope that you’ve been doing well this year! I love your writing so much! I have never sent you an ask before so I dont know how to write it….

This new chapter is so amazing as usual! I love your descriptions and just…everything that you write is so unique to my brain I’m unsure on how to praise it correctly.

These are my favourite bits as of now:

Rodimus grabbed his waist with unexpected speed and tried to pull him sideways. "My... hrgh, you're heavier than you look! My turn on top.”

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The disk data pads joke coming full circle, brilliant.

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his side, his flame-shaped chest. Soundwave touched Rodimus's face with his fingers. A very slow, soft touch.

Rodimus kissed his fingertips as they passed his lips. They were thin and light. Hidden in the single joint of each was a ring of blue biolights.

"Tell me someday," said Rodimus quietly.

"Affirmative." Soundwave held his fingers against Rodimus's face. Rodimus nuzzled them.

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Its absence pressed cold on Soundwave's plating. He leaned forward and said softly, "Preferred: true cheerfulness.

Preferred: Rodimus, happy."

Rodimus looked up at him. His eyes flashed. His field seeped out with surprise and a little pain.

Soundwave wanted nothing more than to wrap his tentacles around Rodimus, feel his sparkpulse, pulse something in return that would bring that smile back. He wondered if Rodimus had agreed to ignite the crystal for the portal only, or if he had another reason, a deeper reason-

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But another thing I’ve found interesting throughout the whole fic is obviously drift and rodimus’s ex-situationship i guess you could say. And this bit:

"Rodimus! Did you get-" Drift stopped short before their table. "Oh my god." He looked back and forth between Rodimus and Soundwave. "That aura." Rodimus's face fell.

He yanked his field in. Soundwave held perfectly still, uncertain what was happening. Drift gave Rodimus a faint look of horror. "Don't tell me it was with him.

"Okay. It wasn't with him," said Rodimus, a warning tone in his voice. "And since it wasn't, there's no reason to say anything about it to anyone."

—broke me omg. I was also wondering, since a few of my friends also read this, if there was a previous fic written of the grey/greying years with ratchet, rodimus and drift? I have seen you talk about it and it seems very:

😰🫣🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️😳😭❤️💔🖤❤️‍🩹.

And if there is a previous fic about it i would love to read it, but obviously i am very content with everything you have written!!!

i dont know how to end asks but i am finished! hope you are doing well :DD

Alright it's been about 5 days since Ch 46 was uploaded so hopefully anyone who was trying to avoid spoilers has gotten to read it. I've been saving this ask til now for that reason.

Thanks so much for the kind message :D It's always fun to see which parts people liked.

>The disk data pads joke coming full circle, brilliant. heheHEHE. there are quite a few circles in this fic. glad you enjoyed :D

>if there was a previous fic written of the grey/greying years with ratchet, rodimus and drift? no, no previous fic. the characters are referencing the event, just as they've referenced the Scavengers or TCs, etc etc. Dratchet isn't a pairing I'm into, so I'm unlikely to explore the gray years in a fic. But I'll never say never. Obviously there's interest in this, and I think it could be a very powerful story (although devastating for Rodimus).

Thank you again for the kind ask! Hope you are doing well, too :)

#ask #thebassist0106 #the gray years #I will think about it #I really don't like dratchet BUT #I think the lines I gave them are among the most powerful in the whole fic #Drift saying he won't let any harm come to Ratchet. that line #I think it's important to be able to write the things you don't like #respectfully and realistically #they're in canon and they're in TEG #they're in love and they're thriving #I just don't like Ratchet paired up lol #but I can give him happiness #I AM A BENEVOLENT WRITING GOD.

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What is Happening to Me (Part 9)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,178 Contains: Blood, Angst, Injury.

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Swimming to shore, you pull the raft up onto the grainy sand. There was a small cove that you could lay Leon down and get a fire started, you were freezing cold from the icy water. The sky was very overcast and threatening to rain at any moment. Stepping into the raft you kneel down beside Leon and place a hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall unevenly. He's probably broken a rib or two, you can't imagine the force he took from the crash landing. Sitting Leon up you move around to be behind him, wrapping your arms under his pits and pull him out of the raft, dragging him to the small cove. Gently laying him down on his back you stand up and go to find some sticks and leaves you can use to build a small fire.

You keep your eyes on Leon for a moment before walking out of the small enclosed area. Walking to where there were some trees and grass you start to scavenge enough materials, making your way back. Kneeling down you place bark on the sand first, adding grass and dead leaves you turn to Leon, rummaging around in his pockets you knew he had a lighter here somewhere. Ah! Got it! Using the lighter you burn the leaves and make sure it catches before placing the sticks and more bits of bark to start building it.

"(Y/N), Are you there?" You hear Hunnigan's voice in your ear.

"Copy.."

"I managed to track your location, it seems you're on a coast near Whitbeck, England."

"England?!" You were shocked, you were almost to Germany, but not quite. "Damn it!" You say frustrated and pull your legs up to your chest, burying your head in your knees and arms.

"How is Leon?" Hunnigan asks as you could hear her typing.

"Alive, but still unresponsive." You say turning your head to look at him laying on his back, the fire lightly illuminating his features. Blood now dried and crusting around the corners of his mouth and left nostril.

"Alright, just hold tight, I'm going to get in contact with the UK branch and see if they can get a helicopter to your location." She says frustrated at this turn of events.

"Thanks, Hunnigan.."

"Don't mention it, you're both going to be just fine. Keep Leon warm and alive, that is your current mission." She says then hangs up the line.

You sit there in silence, watching the flames dancing around as the cold breeze sometimes blows through the covered area. You felt your eyes beginning to water but you blink the tears away, shivering you huddle closer to the fire, holding out your hands to warm them up. Every so often you would glance over to Leon and watch his chest to make sure it was still rising and falling, your brain then starts to think about what happened. Only the flight staff had been turned, the Men giving you the info were dead, but only because they were being eaten. You didn't even hear them screaming for help when they were taken down. Does that mean they were killed before the zombies got to them? It was hard to tell with how mutilated they were. The pilot's were dead then turned, meaning they got infected after they died. The flight attendants were the only ones who turned without being dead first, from what you saw in the quick moments before shooting them that is.

You scratch your fingers on your scalp as you groan in annoyance, this was a set up. Someone knew Leon and you were coming to help, hoping to get rid of you on the flight to Germany. You were so tired, you had swum for a good hour before making it to shore, the current kept pulling you out to sea until you managed to get closer. You were frozen and couldn't feel certain parts of your body from the water, your drenched clothes with the cold wind blowing on your back wasn't helping. Looking over to Leon's chest you watch as it is still rising and falling, looking away then quickly double taking back to him as you see his head turned to you, ice blue eyes staring your way. "Leon!" You say moving to your hands and knees, crawling over to him.

"Hey.." He said weakly, his face contorting into a pained wince. Yep, he's most definitely broken something.

"Where does it hurt?" You ask going into immediate medic mode.

"I think I've just broken a rib.. nothing too bad." He grunts, trying to adjust his body to get more comfortable.

"Can you breathe alright? Do you think you've punctured a lung?" You ask, the blood on the corners of his mouth giving you the thought.

"Could have.. I can still breathe though. I've got two." He jokes trying to make light of the situation. "Do you know where we are?"

"Hunnigan got back into contact when I had you on the raft, she said we are on a coast near Whitbeck, England."

"England.." Leon repeats, a hand lifting to rest over his temple, he had a massive headache. Most probably a concussion. You give a nod as you watch him, He had come home from missions a little bruised, but you had never seen him in this state before. You reach down and take his hand, laying down beside him, allowing the fire to be next to Leon as you press your wet body against his side.

"Hunnigan is contacting someone to come get us in a helicopter." You inform. "There's nothing we can really do apart from wait." You explain. Leon gives a nod and wraps an arm around you to hold you close, feeling your trembling body.

"You're all wet. How come I'm not?" He asked curiously.

"Oh.. To get us to shore I had to push the raft." You explain. "It took me about an hour but I got us here." You say with a tired chuckle.

"An hour?! That water has to be almost frozen, Are you okay? You could have Hypothermia!" You wave off his worry as you stay snuggled into him, you hadn't thought about that.. Damn it.. You're both not doing the best right now.

You both lay there beside the fire, keeping warm as best as you could, discussing what could have gone down. Finally you come to the conclusion that someone else was on that Jet who either was working for the person causing these outbreaks and heard you were coming, the staff were unknowingly infected while on the Jet or some other cause making the staff turn. Everything had happened so quickly it was hard to even process details. Leon was talking to you when you suddenly stopped replying to him, you had fallen asleep, your body entering repair mode. Leon sits up and checks to make sure you are okay before removing his leather jacket and laying it over you. He gets up allowing the fire's warmth to touch you and hopefully warm you up as he goes to have a look around where you were.

A good half an hour passes and you wake up, feeling the weight of a leather jacket laying over you as you hear the blades of a large chinook in the distance. Leon was standing out on the beach, a hand raised up to shield his eyes from the rain now falling. You hear Hunnigan responding to Leon, but not able to hear what Leon was saying, he was too far away.

"Alright, I'm taking a note of that now... Hmm, I'm not sure... Yes, she is." There was a little pause. Leon looking towards you, seeing you were now sat up dropping sand on the fire to extinguish it. "Understood. You can get there with this chinook, it's ready to take you to Erfurt." Leon walks over to you, now able to hear him responding. "Thanks, Roots. I'll contact you once we are on the ground. Condor one out." He kneels down in front of you, his wet, navy shirt hugging his body as water drips from his hair. "Hey.. You okay? The chinook will be landing her in a moment." He says offering a hand to help you to your feet.

"And it's going to take us to Erfurt?" You ask, Leon nods and stands up. You hand his Jacket back to him and he puts it on, sighing at the warmth now hugging his cold body as he looks out to the beach seeing the large chinook landing.

The back opens and a male walks down the ramp, a familiar figure to both of you. "Chris?" You both say in unison as you hurry to the cover of the chinook.

"Hey! Heard you needed a lift to Germany!" He said smiling brightly at the both of you. He hands a blanket to the both of you as well as earpieces so you could communicate while in the air.

Once in the air you were both seated beside each other, dripping wet and warming up from the blankets you had wrapped around you. "So, what happened?" Chris asks, his gaze staying on you as he was wondering why you were with Leon. Had you gone back to work already? He had popped in last week to see the two of you before heading to England himself.

You clear your throat before speaking. "Our Jet ended up having infected staff. Leon crashed the Jet into the water, Don't worry.. I saved his butt." You smirk looking to Leon with a cheeky grin.

Leon's eyebrows just raise and he leans forwards from resting against the back of the seat. "That's basically what happened, yeah. It seems someone knew we were on our way to Germany to deal with their work and tried to get rid of us." He elaborates.

Chris just shakes his head, eyes flicking between you both, a small smile on his face. "You two always get yourself in these types of situations, don't you?" Leon just sighs and gives a defeated nod.

"I wouldn't know." You chuckle and look up to Chris who's gaze was still on you, you could see a look furrow his brows before he turns away from you. "Chris.. I'm fine. This is my first mission. Well.. You know what I mean."

"I'm just surprised.. It's only been 2 months."

"Well I was going to have to get back to work eventually, couldn't let Leon have all the fun." You smile and look to Leon on your left, he doesn't look to you as he felt a fair amount of guilt at Chris' words.

"Hold on.. Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" One of the females in Chris' crew ask. You give a nod, surprised eyes looking to Chris who gave you a proud smile and leans back against the seat he was on. "No way!! I never thought I would actually meet you. You inspired me when heard about what you did in California!" She says seeming to be excited to be talking to you.

"Oh.. I'm glad." You smile, looking to Chris once again. "What did I do in California?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" The same lady asked you. "It's just ONE of the many cool things you've done!"

"I'm sorry." You shrug. "I can't remember anything from before 2 months ago. I apparently hit my head and woke up after a week not remembering anything." You explain to her.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. And you're back in business? Impressive." She said gloating once again. You sit there in silence, feeling a little bad that you couldn't remember, hoping you didn't let her down. But unbeknownst to you, you had just inspired her even more.

"I don't think you should be on duty yet." Chris spoke up. "Leon, why is she doing such a big mission on her first day? Why not do some work in the office or something?" You could tell in his tone he was slightly annoyed that you were on the field. "It's only been 2 months."

"You think I don't know that? I can't control who gets dragged into jobs. Not with the DSO." Leon snaps back, his own frustration on the situation coming forwards.

"Guys!.. Guys, it's my choice. I accepted going on this job, so drop it.." You say feeling a little overwhelmed. "I don't know why, but deep in the back of my mind I just felt like I needed to get back to work.." Both Leon and Chris look at you with a little sorrow in their eyes as well as a hint of guilt. "What?.. What are you both not telling me?" You asked knowing that look in their eyes.

Leon shakes his head. "I'll tell you when we're alone." He explained. You give him a frown, you had been alone for 2 months at home. Why look guilty now when you had mentioned the reason why you accepted so early?

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An amphibian mixing great apes and giant salamanders, with a touch of pachycephalosaur. - URONEL-ARONA Title - Stagnant frog Monster class - Amphibian Known locales - Forests, with occasional forays to canyons and wastelands Element/ailment - Water + Bubble + Effluvium + Fire Elemental weakness - Ice (3), Fire (3), Thunder (2), Dragon (1), Water (0) Ailment weakness - Sleep (3), Poison (1), Stun (1), Blast (1), Paralysis (1) Uronel-Arona is a bizarre ape-like amphibian known to inhabit forests, though it known to venture towards canyons and valleys in search of food. Instantly recognised by its simian countenance and the hard boney protrusions on its body, Uronel-Arona's purplish-blue colour hints at its strange ailments, including slits on its arms and tail that vent heat and a watery substance stored in a throat sac. Notably, it is accompanied by a mutalistic species of scalebat that acts as a vector for effluvial bacteria. Uronel-Arona is an osteophage, dedicated entirely to eating bone that it crunches with protruding jawbone lining its mouth. Occasionally it will supplement its diety with hard-shelled nuts and fruit, but bone is its prized meal. To this end, it has allied with scavenging scalebats who host a flesh-eating bacterium nigh identical to the variants found in miasmic-rich locales. The scalebats strip the flesh from carcasses, leaving the bones fresh for Uronel-Arona. Small creatures are not safe from this deadly alliance, and likewise humans may be considered a potential meal. Any field researcher should endeavour to avoid the amphibian's attention by exploiting its sense of smell, coating themselves in lavish rich odours to deter it and its symbionts. As expected, the scalebats releasing effluvium is a dangerous ailment, and Uronel-Arona's protruding spines are often coated in the bacteria. In addition, it produces a thick watery substance in a throat sac that it can spit out in large globs, reacting with the air to create a bubbling effect akin to the leviathan Mizutsune. More strangely, specialised muscles and vents on its arms and legs can rapidly vibrate to produce intense heat. Flint-opening openings on the vents react to ambient miasma to produce flames, essentially allowing Uronel-Arona to ignite its own limbs for a terrifying assault. This heat can also be channeled through the throat sac, making the water it spits scalding hot. Uronel-Arona excels at frightening carnivores away from their kills. Between its size, strength, and the aggression of the scalebats, most monsters flee from the amphibian. The larger males will endeavour to secure a huge carcass when the time comes to find a mate, competing with each other by butting their thick skulls. Presenting the prize to a female, the dominant male is permitted to fertilize her eggs, which are then deposited into the carcass where the tadpoles will eventually hatch and feast on the bone inside. The young emerge as froglets who make their living in the undergrowth, accompanied by scalebats that may well be the offspring of the parent Uronel-Arona's symbionts. Despite its strange appearance, this monster is surprisingly dangerous (Low Rank - 4, High/Master Rank - 3). Hunters must be wary of both its brute strength and its variety of ailments. Fire and ice weapons are advised to disrupt its thermal processes, as well as repelling the scalebats. Aiming for the arms and tail when it is overheating can damage the heat-generating musculature and significantly weaken it. Uronel-Arona are respectably powerful monsters and so have few natural enemies. They clash with Jansilla, whose young prey on the scalebats, and likewise contend with carnivores like Alkanodos and Rathian that it aims to scare from their kills. When they venture into canyons and subterranean turf, Uronel-Arona may contend with the likes of Qessalys and Caustasioth. Overall, it is confident in its own abilities, though it won't dare challenge a true apex. - Thank you reading and take care.

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Mending Shadows // Chapter 33

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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Y/N’s mind was suspended in darkness.

The passage of time was an elusive concept that slipped through their soul like grains of sand in an hourglass. There was no such thing as the external world. There was no Eos, no Niflheim, no Lucis, no Ardyn--only a void that unfolded with a surreal fluidity. Memories couldn’t plant their roots in this place. Nothing flourished here, except two things: presence, and song.

Although not aware of themself, Y/N latched onto the melancholic tune that somehow wormed its way into the dark to meet them. The idea of colors slowly began to return in splotches of vibrant blues and purples and vibrated against the sound, creating hues beyond the spectrum of the waking world. Little by little, like a rock being polished by the waves of the ocean, imagination and existence blurred into an ethereal dance.

A glimmer of light broke through Y/N’s eyelids. It tugged at the fringes of their awareness. Everything was blurry, but they could detect movement. Shapes wandered around their peripheral, and so did voices. They couldn’t make out what was being said, but felt… something.

It was hard to put words to tone much less decipher the delicate touch that would occasionally glide across their face, squeezing their right hand when all ministrations were complete. The simple ritual was conducted by only what Y/N could perceive as an entity. Shortly thereafter, would the song emerge and play it’s gloomy notes. Though Y/N couldn’t comprehend the movement of time, they had a feeling the entity had done this on numerous occasions, and they felt warm at the thought that something beyond recognition regarded them.

The process repeated itself many times over. Just as Y/N would be on the precipice of awakening, they’d fall back into dark shores. Only peering through when they once again could hear the dreary song, and watch as colors tried to choreograph it's energy.

A chord struck and reverberated all through the void, and Y/N’s consciousness suddenly remembered the name of the music.

Shiva’s Lament…

Y/N felt themself once more peering out from the dark and taking a step back into the waking world. The corner of their eyes still heavy with fog, Y/N’s ears followed the poignant timbre of sound that felt both like a warm hug and a haunting cry. That’s when Y/N’s exhausted gaze fell upon Ardyn, watching as his body sway while he adjusted the bow against the strings of a violin. His fingertips delicately moved against the neck of the instrument to seamlessly connect notes that longed for each other’s company like lost lovers.

Shiva’s Lament…Y/N repeated in mind, as the memory of their debut night in the Vixen carded its fingertips against their brain. Their eyes traveled over Ardyn with awe, for his hair looked like whisps of flames against a glow of light that emitted from his body. Y/N was surprised to see him without his jacket and scarves. He was dressed so casually that it went against his nature, but it never once took away how graceful Ardyn looked from Y/N’s point of view.

Gods, he was so beautiful in the glow that words couldn’t describe it. If it were possible to move their limbs, Y/N would’ve reached out to him.

Like heartstrings being carefully tended to, Ardyn made the violin weep with such a soulful quality that Y/N could feel themself drifting back to sleep. They didn’t want to be lured back into the dark. No, they wanted to latch onto the flowing melody and let Ardyn guide them through the storm; like he had done at the wedding when they danced. Like how he carried them through Outpost 98. He was always there at that midpoint between life and death for Y/N. A personal reaper who offered some shreds of comfort before the finale. And like the grim itself coming to collect his toll, Y/N succumbed to Ardyn’s song and went back to the void.

There was nothing but dreamless sleep for what felt like ages, and Y/N awoke once more but with a sharp gasp like a newborn babe taking in air for the first time. As Y/N adjusted to the world, their labored breaths became calm until there was a steady flow. They could no longer hear their pulse rattling inside their skull, and took this moment to gather everything around them.

Niflheim…The familiar colors all throughout the room assured Y/N they were no longer in Altissa, but this wasn’t their usual sleeping quarters. The distinct smell of rich spices and musk was strong. They could feel it leeching out of the blankets that covered them. It wasn’t unpleasant by any stretch, but it added a layer of confusion to Y/N as they carefully rose up from the bed.

As the blankets bundled around Y/N's waist, they noticed the black and red coloring of the sheets. This was Ardyn's bed. This was his scent.

Y/N dryly swallowed, and noticed they weren't alone. Slouched upon a chair a few feet away, Ardyn lay motionless. His arms and legs both crossed with his head leaning against the top rail. Soft strands of breath left his mouth, and Y/N adjusted and crawled on the mattress toward him. As Y/N got a better look, they noticed how wearied he was. More of the wrinkles around Ardyn's eyes were prominent as were dark circles. He looked as if he had stayed up for several nights in a row, and hadn't a moment of reprieve. Y/N wondered if he was sick, and the idea made their skin crawl as they worriedly searched him. It was so peculiar to see signs of stress in Ardyn's features, given he was permanently stuck in his thirties.

Sighing in relief at not seeing anything else, Y/N decided not to entertain the thought any further. They tried to remember how they ended up here, but alas nothing came forth. There was not a speck of a hint, minus how delicious the red velvet cinnamon rolls tasted in the morning after leaving the beach. Y/N felt that their mind was permanently on a dead television channel, akin to the annoying tingle of compressed nerves they felt down their arms and legs.

“Gods be damned…” Y/N whispered.

Maybe after eating breakfast, everyone went back home. Maybe they had jetlag from riding the airship and needed to sleep it off. Maybe nothing nefarious happened. Maybe they had one too many drinks at the wedding and passed out. Maybe in their drunken state, they dreamt of swimming in the ocean with Ardyn. Maybe...

“We both know that’s a lie,” Y/N murmured to themself while they looked upon Ardyn’s sleeping form.

Whatever happened in Altissa, Y/N knew they had been out cold for a long time. Something had to have gone down, or Ardyn wouldn't have been here. Not like this.

Growling out of frustration, Y/N could only recollect small fragments of seeing Ardyn playing the violin. With how blank their head felt, they wondered if perhaps that too was only a dream. A fleeting thought that sounded beautiful and offered them comfort during a near death experience. With how weak they were in body, it made sense to Y/N that their brain would latch onto something like that.

Y/N suddenly noticed an object that was sitting in Ardyn’s lap. Shifting their legs so that they were dangling off the bed, Y/N curiously observed the open leather bound book. Marks from what appeared to be pencil was scattered around on the pages, creating an image Y/N couldn't decipher from this angle. Wanting to get a better look, Y/N slowly stood up and stumbled while walking toward Ardyn. Their body quaked as gravity made itself known again. Gritting their teeth, Y/N shuffled toward the chair and thanked whatever was listening that they need only take a few steps forward. With each lift of their feet, Y/N's calves felt as if they had been crushed under rocks. As they drew close, Y/N evened out their breath and gently reached for the book, being mindful not to bump Ardyn all the while.

With shaking fingertips, Y/N brought the book to their face and quietly observed. The first few pages were littered with intricate drawings of figures and faces. People Ardyn had no doubt seen around Niflheim, or maybe even somewhere from his past. The warm glow that drifted through the curtains nearby illuminated the drawings further. Free flowing gestures accentuated the little imperfections people naturally had. There was character to every face, and every limb as if Ardyn's mind was a camera that had taken several shots of people in motion. They were surprised that a hand pulled this feat, let alone that Ardyn had any artistic endeavor.

“Wow,” Y/N smiled as they whispered to themself.

Page after page was filled to the brim, and Y/N wondered if anyone knew about the Chancellor’s creative pursuits. Mid-thought, they flipped to the next page and froze. The subject jumped out at them immediately like a reflection out of time. Y/N was staring at themself. He had drawn a portrait of them.

Mouth falling open, Y/N realized there was more than just one. Their eyes drifted from sketch to sketch, and as more was revealed, Y/N felt astonishment tightly grasp their heart. Disbelief danced on the edge of reason as Y/N flipped a few more pages, revealing more of themself.

Ardyn had acquired every nuance of Y/N's persona with the stroke of a pencil. There were smiles and frowns, comedic poses, and moody postures. Moments of vulnerability that only the artist himself could've witnessed firsthand. Even among half finished doodles he had clearly given up on, their essence remained intact. All the while, the subject had been completely oblivious to how immersed the artist was as he captured quiet intensities and delicate manner.

This somehow felt more intimate than coming across the contents of one's diary, and Y/N blushed as they forced themself back to the first page.

The room suddenly felt warmer than usual as Y/N had a deeper understanding of Ardyn's observations of humans. Each sketch was a silent testimony to how he truly paid attention to all the little nuances most took for granted. It was scary how he could get into someone's head, let alone commit a wink or a grimace to memory via graphite and parchment. It also enamored Y/N, especially when they realized some of their portraits went as far back as their debut night. Disbelief and other emotions swirled inside of them, realizing these drawings captured unspoken feelings Ardyn kept hidden from the world.

Biting the inside of their lip, Y/N winced out a weak grunt. Their stomach twisted in a painful knot. Dehydration finally clawed to the surface, and Y/N carefully put the sketchbook back in Ardyn’s lap before limping away to seek something to quench their thirst.

Ardyn was lost in his own world between worlds. He didn’t register Y/N had awoken, nor was he disturbed by them tinkering with his sketchbook. Everything outside of his head wasn’t a matter of consequence. Not when he felt so weak to the point of entering a period of temporary hibernation. If Ardyn were aware, this would’ve been day three of this mini holiday he had unintentionally succumbed to. That being said, he had been granted anything but rest.

After the fiasco in Atlissa--and dealing with the political consequences of the event--Ardyn had long sought shelter amongst the whispering commentary of daemons and the poor unfortunate souls he had consumed ages ago. Their voices forged several paths before him as he combed through the past week and a half. He cut through memories of conversations, and meetings--putting them into boxes and categories he could summon at a later time.

In this dark space, Ardyn was also seeking answers to questions. Trying in vain to find a point in time where he perhaps mistook an event as insignificant. The first attack on the House of the Courts made perfect sense. The arrival of several Imperial fleets had pushed people past an already unstable edge with the betrothal to boot. Ardyn couldn’t fault the citizens of Accordo for that, for even he sympathized to a degree with their hatred toward the empire. It was easy for him to understand how the embers of men could grow into a forest fire, yet unlike a voracious flame, they didn’t get far without a clear sense of direction. However, he couldn’t let bygones be bygones with the secondary attack. Not when it was so personal that it dare felt insulting.

A fleeting glimpse of a meeting Ardyn had with investigators tip toed around his conscious. It had been evaluated that the coup had been sprung by a Lucian faction soliciting aid from Accordo’s anti-imperialist groups to achieve an ulterior goal. Of course this faction was MedZin, and Ardyn ensured that little tidbit was expunged off official documentation via bribery of monetary gain. Of course he spun a believable lie to Aldercapt and the Imperial Counsel, that this ensemble's primary objective was to cause upheaval and undermine the empires national relations. Of course Y/N and other Higher Imperials were targeted to deliver the message--and of course, Aldercapt was pissed off to no end. He spent a great deal verbally lashing out against the surviving ambassadors for not having the foresight to take better charge of security.

Ardyn managed to sate Aldercapt's tempter tantrum, and settled down the unease amongst his colleagues with diplomatic solutions. He extinguished many fires that day, yet he couldn't put one to rest and that was the truth of the situation. That day of reckoning and bloodshed had been wasted on one simple task: to ensure Y/N's capture.

A daemonic voice lulled Ardyn to another memory. While Verstael's associates checked to see if Y/N had imbued Tuti with the scourge, Ardyn had studiously interviewed her. The poor thing would live another day if she could get through her recent trauma. He thought the endeavor of a formal checkup was a pointless effort on Verstael's end, for Ardyn knew Y/N didn't have the capability of infecting humans. Not when he himself personally suppressed such an ability via influencing the hivemind--just like he had been doing to Y/N's memories. Making sure the locks had been well fortified.

Through Tuti’s ramblings, Ardyn confirmed some long held suspicions about why Y/N was specifically targeted. MedZin, as far as they knew, believed Y/N to be Adagium and thus responsible for their main research facility being compromised. It was clear as day. After all, it was Ardyn himself who left a trail of bread crumbs to Y/N's feet, ensuring the fault for the damage would befall their reputation. He had put a target on their back to wash his hands clean of the sins he committed in Lucis during that time. By all accounts, Ardyn should've been ecstatic that his former nemeses weren't seeking him out, however, he felt anything but contentment.

Y/N was supposed to be the lamb. A sacrifice to sate the sanguine tongue of Gods and bless him a boon to further his true path, and yet when it came time to reap the lamb for slaughter, Ardyn didn’t have the stomach for it. Like an impetuous child who couldn’t fathom barbaric acts, he had taken the innocent creature into his arms and ran away from responsibility, knowing full well he didn’t have the means to keep such a beast happy and healthy. His so called mercy was an act of selfishness that strayed him off the path of divine retribution. All because of one simple act of defiance. All because his heart led him astray, just as it did when he had taken the scourge into himself on behalf of the deep love he had for his people.

Ardyn saw himself back on the beach in Altissa.

Love…

Aera flashed in his head. Her smile, and her blood.

Look what that got you in the end…

I warned you long ago Lucis Caelum, thou brings plenty of pain upon amongst himself.

“The great Ifrit…what an honor to be graced by your riddles and mystery,” Ardyn’s mind bitterly spoke out into the void. While he couldn’t see him, Ardyn could sense the Inferniums spirit and how warm the atmosphere became. “I assume you’ve come to impart more vague threats?”

I take no honor in such intimidation despite thy hatred for thee.

“How considerate,” Ardyn scoffed. “Our last encounter would suggest otherwise of your intentions.”

Make no mistake, my wrath will be as swift as my flames when divine timing commences. You know of the purge within your veins unlocking me from this cage. How the scourge has grown weak to protect thee. It is not the king of light who will bring you peace, but I in the end due to mankind's tampering with nature.

The serum… Ardyn held a belief in his gut the issue with Ifrit was connected to him getting jabbed long ago, and this confirmed all suspicion. He mused to himself at the irony, and didn’t know whether or not to despair or laugh.

“Then why torture me with your very presence at this moment, shouldn’t you be saving that for your grand entrance when you take over my body?” Ardyn muttered. His eyes glanced around the endless dark, feeling out the vibrations of the hivemind and that of the god that dwelled inside of him.

Your fear has called to me.

“My fear?”

The fear of profound loss. Thou dreads this depravation above mortality.

“What are you, a shrink?” Ardyn sneered. His sarcastic quip did little to deter Ifrit’s expository as the god continued to speak through thought.

Through thee, I will seek thy own retributions toward mankind and the gods. At such time, I proclaim a hand will never lay upon the soul you miss.

Ardyn glared and averted his gaze, feeling every fiber of his being--of his soul--wanting to lash out in blind fury. The god of eternal flame certainly knew where to hit a man when he was down, that much Ardyn gave Ifrit credit for.

“Aera… my Aera is dead,” He muttered with sorrow. “No one can harm what’s gone. Not even the accursed gods can break a spirit beyond the astral realms. I took you as an entity of intelligence, not a mindless beast yet it seems I stand corrected.”

It is not the ancient oracle I speak of.

Ardyn became dead silent.

I shall grant thee this one kindness in memory of who thou once was.

“You know nothing of my feelings!”

Thy knows enough through your meddling in darkness.

“Get out of my head!” Ardyn yelled. He suddenly felt the air become humid and felt his soul crawl as if it had been doused in flammable liquid. Through sudden surprise, Ardyn could sense that Ifrit was prepared to light the match.

Enjoy domain over this god and darkness, Adagium. The end draws near, and I shall bask in the fires of my hatred for thee!

The voices of daemons began to screech, rattled by Ifrit’s intrusion. The presence of the Infernium disappeared, but the temperature of his spirit remained, and Ardyn felt overheated. Like a runaway vehicle, the sensation slammed into him and shattered like glass. It was as if he had been stranded in a desert, and there was no oasis that would grant him reprieve. He couldn’t sate the pain in his body, nor how parched his mouth had become. However, absolution lay before Ardyn in the form of a blue void that would openly swallow him whole if he chose to dip his feet into the surf.

The waves of the beach beckoned Ardyn to seek refuge. He could feel it drawing him in like how the very moon controlled the currents. Ardyn rushed into the tides just as he had done before in Altissa until he had fully submerged. Through darkness, he saw a warm glow illuminate the water around him. There were no facial features to be seen coming from this light, but he recognized this presence. He was safe here, so long as he swam forward.

Y/N…

He woke up.

Ardyn’s eyes nearly bulged as he shot upward from the chair. Panting in fright, he blinked several times. Every so often he glanced around to ensure he was fixed in reality, and not dwelling within the hivemind or elsewhere. When his body and mind no longer determined an incongruity, Ardyn rubbed his forehead and deeply sighed in relief. He felt his shoulders relax while he slouched further into the seat.

For a moment Ardyn contemplated how long he had been in the dark. The thought was short lived as he did a double take of the bed, and saw Y/N was missing. His eyes widened as the link between himself and Y/N suddenly became reestablished. Memories and sensations that weren't his suddenly hit him all at once, and Ardyn nearly shouted as he gripped the arms of the chair to stabilize himself.

For several minutes, a rush like adrenaline filled Ardyn’s body from head to toe. He was overwhelmed, beyond stimulated for what felt like eternity until it came to a screeching halt. Through Y/N’s perspective, Ardyn witnessed them falling to the floor in the kitchen. He winced as if he had experienced this for himself.

As soon as he regained control of his own point of view, Ardyn jump into action. He tossed his sketchbook to the mattress nearby and sprinted, not caring if he bumped into anyone or anything. What mattered was meeting Y/N in the middle. What mattered most was seeing them awake and most importantly, alive.

Once Ardyn ventured through the kitchen door, he came to a grinding stop. Y/N still remained on the ground several feet away, but they held up a hand for him to remain where he was. Confusion placated him as Ardyn raised a brow while catching his breath.

“You’re---”

“Awake, I know,” Y/N interrupted quietly. Their gaze fell to the ground as their body quivered. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I got hungry and came here. The scourge flared a moment ago and I slipped. I guess you felt that, or you wouldn’t have come in running. ”

Ardyn took a few steps toward them. “Allow me help you back onto your feet.”

“No, no,” Y/N shook their head, their eyes finally peering up toward him as he stopped midway. There was a mutual look of solace, signifying both had missed one another to some capacity despite Y/N's reluctance.

“Let me handle this, please.”

“Y/N--”

“Ardyn, please just let me have this.”

At first Ardyn was stumped. He couldn’t understand for the life of himself why Y/N was being stubborn. Defeatedly, Ardyn studied Y/N’s features. He noted how bloodshot their eyes were. How tears stained either side of their face. The way their skin both looked rejuvenated and stricken by disease as if trapped between limbo. He felt fear creep up in the form of assumption; worried that Y/N wasn’t out of the woods yet with their coma. However, he couldn’t allow himself to dwell. Not when there was another pressing issue he was contending with: a morbid curiosity if Y/N remembered anything.

With careful eyes he quietly observed Y/N hobble to their feet, trying to resist the urge to catch them should they fall again. As soon as they stabled themself, did Ardyn speak up.

“It would seem the luster of your pride remains untarnished by your little two week respite.”

“Was that Ancient Lucian or you talking fancy?” Y/N countered with a tired yet playful scoff. They faintly smiled seeing Ardyn trying to resist grinning at the witty remark.

“I could put it into laymen’s terms for you?” Ardyn gestured.

“And ruin your fun nitpicking my head? Nah, that’s not very sportsmanlike.”

“Ah, a little cranial commentary never harmed anyone, right?” Ardyn chuckled. He let out a breath he had been holding in as repose briefly tangled him up.

"I saw your sketchbook." Y/N murmured.

"Beg your pardon?"

"I didn't know you were an artist." Y/N reiterated, offering a small smile as compensation.

"Oh," He was taken aback. The redirection having caught him off guard. "I wouldn't assign myself such a title..."

"Don't be so humble."

"Far from it," Ardyn mused. He felt his hands shake as his cheeks lightly flushed. He never expected to have been caught by anyone regarding his little hobby. His heart stammered as the recent sketches he had done of Y/N sleeping flashed in his head. Ardyn cleared his throat. "I take it you saw everything?"

"I know I shouldn't have looked, but...curiosity got the better of me." Y/N shyly shrugged.

"And?"

Y/N noted his body tensed, as if bracing himself for a scolding hit.

"You made me look prettier," Y/N began, reminiscing the few portraits that stood out to them and smiled. "Far more diplomatic than I deserve."

"And here I spent many a night wondering if I tarnished your image." Ardyn quipped sarcastically. The small smirk he wore hid most of his fright like a shield.

Y/N shook their head at him. "You can't tarnish what's already tainted."

Ardyn sighed. "Don't you find this sort of duress fatiguing?"

"When I'm around you most of the time, yeah." Y/N nodded, letting out a tired laugh as did he.

Both became quiet as they felt the scourge sync them up further. The familiarity was a breath of fresh air, and either felt a dull ache had finally been satisfied. There were no words that needed to be spoken, for both felt the same relief as the other.

“I’ve so dearly missed our little banters as of late.” Ardyn confessed quietly.

“Me too, I think.” Y/N admitted, letting Ardyn's earlier proclamations sink in as they gulped. "Two weeks, huh?"

“Well, nearly two weeks I should say you’ve been out cold.” Ardyn corrected.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been going on?”

Ardyn cautiously gazed over Y/N’s form. “I harbor no desire to inundate you. Not in this condition.”

He could see the frustration instantly come to Y/N’s face, and could sense a bottled tension Y/N had been holding onto for quite some time wanting to spill over. Reluctant to witness such a travesty unfold, Ardyn's mouth opened to speak and found himself surprised when Y/N softly interrupted him.

“At least,” Y/N paused as their bottom lip trembled. The corners of their eyes brimmed with fresh tears. “At least tell me if Tuti is alright. I know…I know I tried to hurt her.”

"She's fine," Ardyn reassured with a nod. It became clear to him that while he had been in the throes of darkness, Ardyn had failed to keep a tight leash on Y/N's fragile state of mind. A plethora of curses came and went through his body as made an attempt to soften the blow. "Everyone is just fine."

“But I’m not…” Y/N sniffled, wiping their eyes. “I'm sorry. I know the last thing you need right now is to see me crying like this.”

His right hand reached out. “Y/N--”

“It all came back to me when I started eating,” Y/N interrupted. Their voice shook as they began to regale the intrusive memories that flooded them. “I popped a grape into my mouth, and the sudden squishy noise made it come back. All the bodies. The awful stench. How their skin felt sliding down my throat...I know what I did Ardyn. I know what I've done."

"Let me stop you if only for a moment," Ardyn strongly implored. Keeping his eyes on theirs, Ardyn gently shook his head to emphasize his point. "No one knows what you've done. I've made it so. As far as the public is aware, you lost conscious from having hit your head on the way to the airships. The only souls who know the truth are the dear companions we've kept close, and for the record, Betrys and the Serpent Society--hell, Senator Rodrick and his bride, they've been nuisances wanting to know how you've been fairing. See for yourself in your chambers, it's filled with tributes wishing you well. There's no need to catastrophize."

"You really think hearing that I received material goods is going to make me feel better?"

"You misconstrued my intention--"

"It doesn't matter," Y/N interrupted again. "There's no coming back from this. You know what the worst part it was? There was some part of me that was still aware, that enjoyed what I was doing to those people! I liked chasing Tuti. I liked it when I scared and then killed those people who tried to harm us. It wasn't my daemon, it wasn't the hivemind, it was all me! It was all me!"

“Y/N, it’s not as simple as you’re making it out to be! I assure you---”

“Spare me! I should be rotting somewhere, not them! You can’t just---wave a hand and make this...this feeling go away, as you do when you’re dealing with matters as Chancellor! Ardyn, you can’t fix this! No matter how desperately I wish you could, and no matter how earnestly you yearn for it!"

Ardyn’s heart pounded as Y/N’s voice grew hoarse from screaming. The final yell broke them, for they devolved into pained sobs as he watched Y/N turn their back to him. No longer having the courage to look him in the eye, nor face what they had done any further. He flinched upon seeing Y/N weakly hit their head with their own hands until grief held back their self hatred.

“I shouldn’t have waken up. I shouldn’t--” Y/N shoulders trembled.

The air hung heavy with the weight of Y/N’s emotions, and Ardyn felt a palpable tension not only in the room but within his body. He was relieved that Y/N couldn’t recall their actions at Outpost 98, but he was quite disappointed in himself that he couldn’t lock away what had happened in Altissa. If only he hadn’t been distracted by Ifrit, of trying to seek answers in darkness, if only he had kept up his concentration, if only he had been more dutiful keeping watch over them in bed, if only…

There was no use. The damage had been done, but now came the tricky part: how to proceed.

Ardyn felt a compulsion to rush to Y/N’s side, but uncertainty held him back. He was caught between a desire to be a supportive presence, fear of encroaching on Y/N’s vulnerability, and wanting to leave Y/N on their own while they settled with their fright. This wasn’t his battle after all. He didn’t have a stake in Y/N’s guilt, but he knew there was no chance in six hells he was going to let that go. No. Not when he could feel the very essence of their humanity, reaching out through the scourge to be forgiven.

Ardyn hesitated further. He swallowed hard as he began to feel his own emotions mirror the turmoil in the kitchen. Hands twitching nervously at his sides, he took a cautious step forward. The noise was enough to quiet Y/N down, if only for a second. Once the silence cemented for a time, did Ardyn let go. The words left him without a second thought.

“May I hold you?” He asked barely above a whisper. He had never felt this nervous or so resolutely inclined to act on such a powerful impulse.

Y/N sniffled as their head turned to the side, giving a faint nod. The silent permission granted Ardyn the courage to close the distance between them.

As he approached Y/N, Ardyn placed a hand on their quaking shoulder. Initially startled, he felt emboldened to proceed. Slowly, his hands traveled down Y/N’s sides, securing a hold at their waist before enveloping them in a gentle embrace from behind. His touch was a delicate balance between assurance and tenderness, and he could feel Y/N melt little by little. The fragility he sensed in Y/N stirred a desire to shield them from further harm, to be a source of solace in the midst of uncertainty. He squeezed a little tighter, holding onto Y/N as if they were a fragile bird whose wings had been clipped. His nose softly pressed the back of Y/N's head as he breathed, acknowledging how much he had missed their scent.

“You’re right,” Ardyn murmured. “You’re a menace. I can’t undo the past nor your actions, and yet I remain at your side.”

“Ardyn--”

“You speak so low of yourself it's utterly exhausting,” He bitterly whispered against their scalp. “I don't move men nor stars for anyone. Do you have any idea of how much I’ve sacrificed on your behalf, the lengths I've gone? Damn you. Damn you for mattering to me."

"I can't--"

"We will get through this. That's one promise I can keep."

Y/N slowly turned around to face him. His arms still remained securely attached.

Y/N sniffed while noting the contours of Ardyn's face. There was an unmistakable sadness that echoed in the depths of his golden hues. No amount of glaring nor putting on a strong front could hide it away. His vulnerability only grew when Y/N nonverbally acknowledged the unshed tears glistening in Ardyn's eyes. They had never seen him in such pain before, and it nearly snapped them out of their own melancholic trance.

"Are you crying?" Y/N's voice trailed they watched Ardyn bite in the inside of his bottom lip. He visibly shook.

“I thought I lost...” He couldn’t finish the words. Not when the gods could so easily come to claim another soul he couldn't be without. His arms adjusted, giving Y/N the opportunity to part ways while a silent understanding was shared. As soon as Y/N reached a hand to touch his face, it was over.

Y/N found themself reciprocating a tight hug as Ardyn brought their body to his chest and squeezed. His soft lips peppered the side of their forehead while he held them close, not having the courage to let go.

#mending shadows #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #ardyn x reader #gender neutral reader #ffxv fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv ardyn #final fantasy xv fanfic #ff15 ardyn #ardyn izunia fanfic #JFC I FINALLY GOT THE FUCK OVER MYSELF AND FINISHED THIS ONE still not satisfied but sometimes you just gotta say fuck it #burnout for creative things has been real guys

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xenomorphicdna · 7 months

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Map boi is back with more map

This time it's the ★exterior★

It's not as nice looking as the interior, (which you can find → here btw) but i think it's bigger as a region.

I will be making at least one more, and it will be of Two Birds' can because it's got lots of rot bits and that sounds like fun to design.

Pearl dialogue and some rambles below the cut↓

I know I said dialogue but fr look at this

THE DIFFERENCE in canvas size here

Pearl dialogue for both of the two regions

Bright Pink pearl dialogue when read by Veil Of Dreams:" What is it Mouse? Oh a pearl, alright I'll have a look. Ah this one is one of mine, it contains various notes regarding Four Blue Flames when he was still being constructed. It was actually a personal request of mine to have him built, his technology is better than mine in practically every way and he makes for a great research partner. I admire his work ethic, but I do wish he took breaks. After our creators' Ascension he's only become more wrapped up in the Great Problem, I worry for him. ... There is nothing more on this pearl that would interest you, you can have it back, I do not need it."

Bright Pink pearl dialogue when read by Four Blue Flames: "Hello Mouse, a pearl? Let's have a look. Hm, where did you find this? It's encrypted so I cannot read it to you, but I can guess that it was written by one of us. Unfortunately, I am of no use to you, but if you like pink then the pearl would make for a great decoration. Or alternatively, you can trade it to the scavengers. Of course, they will ruin the pearl like they do with the rest but if you are in need of explosives the scavengers excel in their creation. Now if you do not mind, allow me to get on with my work."

Deep Red pearl dialogue when read by Veil Of Dreams: "Rodent, you've got a pearl, allow me to read it for you. Oh, this one holds digital copies of several pieces of literature, I was missing many of these from my memory banks. I have them saved now, but I do not like the implications of this. Please Mouse, take the pearl and bring it to the library in the Capital."

Deep Red pearl dialogue when read by Four Blue Flames: "Oh a pearl, let's see what it says. This one is filled with all sorts of religious literature, it's rather old, from the Green hegemonic linguistic dynasty. It contains texts for meditation and prayers and various forms of religious guidance. I actually did not have this archived, so I appreciate your fondness of treasure hunting, you are a great help. I think this one would fit nicely in the Capital's library, please, bring it to Veil Of Dreams and he will guide you from there."

#MAAAN THESE TAKE SO LOOOON #i will make more #i would actually have echo dialogue bUUUt i havent thought of anything so uhh ye #also some people asked how i made the map on the last post and its honestly just done on a small canvas on my usual drawing #program. Just turn off anti-aliasing and set brush size to 1 and start drawing. The background is just black with like 50% opacity and then #there is the colour layer under all that. No fancy program or anything :>#embrace massive supercomputer and design the entire structure ya cowards/j #the exterior would be fairly safe tbh i mean there might be the occasional spider and maybe a white lizard or two #but the main threat would be uuuuh a lot of miros vultures- so actually maybe not that safe #but mouse does get a citizen id drone later and both mouse and fish get put on a sorta “no kill” list by veil of dreams #dreams loves his birds oh he has so many around his structure its not even funny #rain world #iterator #rain world oc #iterator oc #oc veil of dreams #drawins

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pattywinchester · 3 months

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Narrowly escaping a Wendigo in a frenzied dash through the snow-laden forest, Dean and Castiel find refuge in an old, abandoned cabin, seeking cover from the relentless snowstorm outside. The structure is desolate and worn, barely more than a shell, but it offers shelter as the wind howls against its fragile walls. The two men, weary, injured, and afraid, push open the creaking door; a musty scent of aged wood and long-forgotten memories greet them, revealing a relic of a bygone era. A dusty, cobweb-laden light fixture dangles precariously from the center of the ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The wooden floorboards, scattered with remnants of old, tattered rugs, are warped and creak under their weight. A cold and ash-filled fireplace, hinting at warmer times, dominates the room. A splintered chair and a cracked table are haphazardly strewn about. Faded paintings, their subjects barely discernible, cling to the walls. In silent witness, an abandoned, moth-eaten couch sits forlornly in a corner, its fabric torn, surrendering its stuffing. Despite its dilapidated state, the men are grateful for the respite from the biting cold outside.

Dean, sensing the urgency to ward off the unforgiving chill, springs into action to start a fire. His movements are quick and purposeful, his breath visible in the frigid air of the cabin. He scavenges for any usable wood, gathering broken pieces of furniture and splintered floorboards. His hands, stiffening and tinged blue from the cold, work deftly. Finding an old newspaper tucked away in a dusty corner, he tears it into strips, creating makeshift tinder. He then arranges the wood and paper in the cold, soot-blackened fireplace, his fingers trembling slightly as he flicks his Zippo repeatedly. The first few attempts fumble and fail in the dampness of the cabin until, finally, a small flame catches hold and eagerly consumes the paper. He gently blows on it, nursing the flickering flame, coaxing it to life. The flame grows, lapping hungrily at the wood, casting a warm, flickering light that begins to push back the oppressive chill of the cabin. His face, illuminated by the nascent fire, shows a mix of relief and determination.

Please, read the rest on a03

#destiel #supernatural #cas x dean #castiel supernatural #dean winchester #destiel fic #cw supernatural #suptober22 #winchester-reload

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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Any headcanons for the Charcadet line?

The line is fairly intelligent; they're slightly below humans in terms of cognition. They should be given a high amount of stimulation and enrichment.

Their flames indicate vitality. Weaker flames indicate illness.

Some say that if the flame on a Charcadet's head is more blue than red they'll want to evolve into Ceruledge instead of an Armarouge and vice-versa. There is no scientific data backing this claim, however.

The line used to evolve via scavenging discarded armor. Because that's rare to come by nowadays, they usually make their own armor instead.

It was thought that before armor was available, the line did not evolve and was single-stage.

Ceruledge and Armarouge are less common out in the wild nowadays because of this.

Armarouge are the less aggressive of the two, and are better craftsmen (due to still having hands). Ceruledge, meanwhile, are better fighters on average.

#charcadet #ceruledge #armarouge #pokemon #pokemon headcanons #outdesign has headcanons

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dreams-of-wings · 2 years

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A Million Dreams

A collection of all the good and bad times

Warnings: Mentions of/implied abuse

Let it be known, I predominantly use mobile.

Awkward beginnings

It was weird between you and Carlos at first, your friendship was kinda sudden, not really something either of you were prepared for. It took a while for Carlos to get used to coming into your room when you were at the warehouse. He just kinda thought of it as 'that's your space, and he needs to respect it,' so at the beginning he would knock of the doorframe and wait for you to say it was okay for him to come in before entering.

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He may not say it outloud, but he does appreciate having you in his life - it gives him something to do, and a safe haven to return to when the outside world just becomes too much. He starts scavenging when you aren't around to make sure the both of you have a proper stash of snacks. From what he understands, the warehouse isn't actually your home- you live elsewhere with your father, whose name he has yet to learn. Sometimes you don't come back for days at a time and it leaves him on edge everytime. Is this it? Have you abandoned him? What if you don't come back? Sure he can adopt this place as his own, but what if you come back and he's no longer welcome? He gets really excited to see you, and acts surprised everytime you assure him that it's okay if he stays.

The bad times

They say nothing can bring people closer together than tragedy, and they would be right.

You called Carlos your friend, but you hadn't really seen him as a friend till that first time you came into the warehouse to find silence. You had called for Carlos, but there was no answer, so you figured that perhaps he just wasnt here yet. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you found him huddled in the middle of your blankets a pillows.

"Carlos?" Your brows furrowed with worry. You could see his shoulders shaking slightly and his breathing was somewhat erratic, "Carlos...?

Once you were slice enough to him you kneeled down to his level and put a hand on his shoulder, "Hey."

For the second time withing the matter of minutes you were surprised again - Carlos whipped around and wrapped his arms around you, and it was ever obvious now that he was sobbing, "Carlos, what's wrong??"

You returned the hug, holding him tightly and leaning your head against the side of his as he hid his face in the side of your neck - not minding all the hair. He didn't answer you for a while, but you were smokey with that, he would tell you when he was ready.

When his sobbing had stopped, his breathing had calmed, and he stopped shaking, you thought you would try again, "Carlos?"

"Why does she hate me so much?"

You blinked from shock. What? Who? You felt some tears begin to brim on the corners of your eyes, having a feeling you knew who he was talking about, but the thought of anyone hating Carlos stirred something in you, and it made you more sad than you thought it would, "Who hates you, Carlos?" You kept your voice soft, afraid that if you raised it any higher than a whisper, he might retreat.

"My mom..." his voice cracked at the end, and it felt like your heart shattered. He sounded so hurt, so vulnerable, and you could be more pissed off. It took a lot of restraint for you to keep your hair from bursting into a plume of blue flames like it had the day you met, you both didn't want to burn him -unsure of how the flames would react to skin that wasn't your own- and you didn't like how drained you felt after using them. You put your hands on both his shoulders and pulled back to get a good look at him, "Carlos, what did she do?"

He didn't- couldn't look at you, so instead he kept his eyes to the ground and just shook his head. You brought him back in for a hug and quietly shushed him, "It's okay, you dint have to tell me now..."

Whether is be because he was ashamed or embarrassed, he never did actually tell you, but it wasnt hard to figure out what was wrong when he came to the warehouse with red welts here and there.

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Living on the isle was hard, it was easy to see that the first time you and Carlos met- hack, it was easy to see that in the grey and dreary look the island naturally had. It became normal for the two of you to go up onto the roof of the warehouse and look out past the old shabby buildings and toward the sea.

"You ever wonder about out there?" Carlos was the first the first to break the silence, causing you to turn and look at him. He hadn't turned to face you, so you returned your gaze to the ocean, "Sometimes, but all I picture is more of this," you gestured to the rotting buildings most people here called home.

Carlos' brows furrowed and he turned his head to look at you, "Auradon doesn't look like this."

"You've been?" You scooted closer, sounding a bit excited as you watched him hopefully.

"Well no... But I have seen the castle on TV!"

You raised a brow at him, your father didn't keep a TV in 'the lair', he always said they showed nothing but garbage, so he scrapped it.

"It's always so bright, and colorful," he continued, "Nothing like the houses we have here on the island."

AUTHORS NOTE:

It's been a while since I posted something. I jist want to let you all know that these last few posts are just me cleaning out my drafts.... I've been active for a very long time, but I held on to everything hoping I would regain the muses I once had for these stories. Unfortunately, I haven't and I don't think I ever will. This story and many others, will remain unfinished, and this blog will officially fall inactive till further notice. Though, I will keep it up so my stories will always be here for you all to read if you wish. I'm not going to promise I'll come back to it as I don't like making promises I can't keep. Sorry for the long wait and disappointing results, but I really did have fun writing stories for you all while the inspiration lasted. Hágoónee'! (Goodbye)

#descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #descendants oc #descendants inagine #descendants x reader #can be interpreted as #carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil imagine #carlos de vil #or #platonic carlos x reader #whatever you prefer really #Takes place before going to Auradon

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iamqueenpotato · 1 year

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Batya Pt. 4

Azriel x Reader

A/N- Finally finished part 4! Took me a bit to figure out what I wanted to do with this so hopefully, it does this story justice! Any comments or constructive criticism is welcomed! Enjoy 😁

⚠️: None.

Word count: 2.8k

Here are the other parts:

Part One Part Two Part Three

Death wasn’t something terrifying, it was cold but kind. Patient even. Years went by as you avoided death, but your time had come. So when your eyes reopened, you were not afraid to see your surroundings had changed, no longer were you in that cave, but within a dimly lit room, the walls were a deep cobalt blue, and two armchairs sat in the middle of the space, in front of a lit fireplace. There were windows aligned across the walls but darkness greeted your eyes from the other side. Your clothes weren’t torn or bloodied anymore. You were in a simple gray tunic with a pair of dark blue jeans, your hair was brushed and clean, and no sign of a previous battle was shown anywhere on your body.

The closer you got as you moved toward the armchairs, you then realized you were not alone. A man sat in the armchair to the left, his black hair was pushed back, his eyes were closed, and his hand wrapped tightly around a glass filled with amber liquid. His eyes slowly opened as you rounded the side of the chairs. You were not afraid of the man in front of you, but more so terrified of what he was here for.

“Hello Y/N.” His voice was smooth and quiet. You sink into the armchair, your gaze solely fixed on the dancing flames in front of you. “I wasn’t expecting my very own niece to be here.” You turn to the man. Your eyes widened and your mouth was slightly agape as you struggled to form the words to respond. He met your gaze and smiled, it was kind, full of emotion. Far from what you expected. “You look so much like your mother.”

“What?” You questioned, your voice breathless, but it was the only word that was able to slip from your tongue.

“I guess that is a bit of a shock, isn’t it?” He laughed softly, putting his drink down on the side table. “If it wasn’t obvious, I am death, I would’ve hoped we met one day, but certainly not like this.”

“I’m sorry but I am still a bit confused. You knew my mother?” You asked.

“Ah that’s where things get a little confusing I guess. I knew of your mother because of my dear brother. He was the youngest of my siblings, may he rest in peace. Though his power wasn’t like ours, he didn’t embody death in any sense. He was light, there was a certain goodness to him. So naturally, to our family, he became an outcast. It was only when he met your mother did he feel as though he finally had a home.” He took a sip from his glass, before moving to stand in front of the fireplace, you watched him, still speechless. You assumed passing on would be somewhat complicated, but this was far from what you were expecting. “Have you ever wondered why you have a unique glow to you as you fight?”

“I figured it was just what happened. I didn’t know my parents. They died when I was young.” You admitted it was a thought you didn’t spare much time for, you grew up throughout the courts, scavenging for food, fighting for money. You discovered how powerful you were after accidentally killing your opponent. It was a life you weren’t proud of, but it all changed once Rhys found you. But this conversation seemed abnormal, what was the point of telling you this now? You were dead, what good does it do to know these things of the past?

“Your father was a great man. And part of his power passed to you. Making you a Batya. You and your mother meant everything to him. But when our father found out, he was furious, threatened to kill you both.”

“I am sorry if this is rude, but what is the point of telling me this?” You asked, hoping you didn’t offend death in the process.

“I want you to understand your story, to know that because of how you started shouldn’t mean your story should be cut short. You claim to accept your fate, ready to float endlessly through time. But your father sacrificed himself to save the ones he loved. And as noble as that is, your mother still died, and you were left to fend for yourself. To me, it wasn’t a death suitable for who he was.” He spoke with intense emotion and you were suddenly very aware of the tears streaming down your face, the tight grip you had on the armrests of the chair, and the heat from the fire seemed to burn you, though your eyes never left death. “I don’t want the same for you my dear. I saw what you did down there. For your mate. But is that where you want to leave him? Are you truly ready to embrace death?” He added.

The thought echoed in your head. Azriel. He would be left alone, you had willingly sacrificed yourself so he could live, Was it selfish to think that? Until now you didn’t know how much pain you would cause him by leaving. “No.” you sobbed, looking down at the ground, forcing yourself to speak through the sobs. “I wanted him to live, to be happy, even if it brought me death I would save him. But if I am being honest, I don’t want to be somewhere where he is not, I want to see him again.” The words spilled freely, you had always told yourself not to be afraid of death, because in the past it was a way out of the hell your life had become but now as you remembered the life you had made, the mere thought of never seeing your friends again, never seeing Azriel again, it pained you more than any physical wound could inflict. The weight of it all finally hit you, you would be alone, far from anything and anyone you have learned to care for so deeply. Death kneeled in front of you, gripping your hands tightly, causing you to bring your teary gaze to him.

“You are the daughter of a great man and a compassionate woman, though your father may have died to save the one he loved, this is your story and I will not allow you to have the same fate. So tell me Y/N, do you wish to live? For yourself? For your mate?”

“Yes, I want to live.” You said.

Death smiled, placing a hand on your cheek. “Good.” He smiled, standing, brushing his hands on his pants, attempting to smooth the creases that had formed. “It was very nice to finally meet you Y/N. But this is where we say goodbye. Life is precious so don’t take it for granted. But don’t let fear stop you from being true.”

“Will they kill you for sending me back?” You asked.

“Oh sweet child, they cannot kill death.” He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Be safe Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, a cool feeling washed over your body, each limb felt weightless as you fell in to what felt like a deep slumber. The last thing you saw was death’s kind smile as your eyes closed.

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Azriel hadn’t moved since he felt that blooming thread within him shatter. Since he felt you disappear. He couldn’t save you, instead you sacrificed yourself for him. He knew he didn’t deserve it, you deserved to be here, to enjoy the wonders of this world. You had brought so much life to the people around you. To him. He would never forget the day Rhys brought you to meet everybody, the way you smiled at everyone, how he was too scared to talk to you, but you came up to him anyways, introducing yourself, your smile made his chest swell, he would never forget how your eyes had a sparkle to them, if only he knew then how special you were, maybe he would of had more time with you, to tell you how much he loved you.

Now he sat here grieving over your death. His hands were still bleeding from clawing at the rocks, his power felt drained. Lifeless even. He couldn’t help but feel that this was his fault, he could have tried harder, he could’ve held on to you, to that thread, but he was weak and let you fall. If it weren’t for him you would still be here, giving him that smile that he knew he didn’t deserve.

“Brother we should go.” Rhys whispered behind him, a soft hand placed on Azriel’s shoulder. He pushed it away, refusing to stand. “We can come back. Bring more people to search for Y/N…for Y/N’s body.” The words felt like a punch to the gut, your body. Not you alive and well. He didn’t want to accept the fact that he was never going to see you again.

“No. If anyone is going to find her its me.” Azriel murmured.

“Az, c’mon-.” Cassian cut in, pain lacing his voice but Azriel didn’t want to hear it, he stood, causing Cassian to halt his words.

“My mate is dead brother.” Azriel snapped, his voice cracking, and his lower lip trembled as he tried the best he could to hold the tears back but the emotions took over and they fell. “You get to go home to yours, you get to feel that love, to feel complete, I watched her fall to her death to save me. Now I have to find her just to bury her in the ground. I am not leaving without her. I owe her that much.” Azriel dropped to his knees once more, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

“Okay.” Cassian kneeled in front of Azriel. “We’ll look for her. Rhys go inform Feyre. Az and I will be here.” Cassian looked at his brother, broken and hollow. “We won’t leave until we find her.”

“Thank you.” Azriel whispered, but as he remained kneeling he felt something within his chest snap, as if there was this tiny spark, fighting to live once more.

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Immense pain wasn’t even close to defining what you felt as your eyes opened, the memory of death still fresh in your mind. you must’ve fallen a couple stories down as you laid on a platform that protruded from one of the floors. Pain radiated over your body and you were highly aware of your broken ribs and your leg that felt it was shattered in multiple places. You remained there for a few moments before even attempting to move, trying to be aware of the other injuries on your body. The wounds within your abdomen slightly bleeding but still open, there was blood caked in your hair, assuming it was from a gash on your forehead, and your shoulder was out of its socket. You felt as your magic attempted to heal you, but even it was dim, close to death.

Well, it technically was dead. And so were you. But you were given a second chance.

The thought of it still shocked you, it wasn’t everyday someone was brought back to life, it definitely was not a common occurrence amongst faes. But the longer you laid on the cold ground, the more you thought of Azriel. Was he still here? You had to move, to search for him, would he even know you were alive? The bond was there but it was weak, and as much as you tried you couldn’t get a strong hold on it, your mind was too clouded to attempt to open it.

Using your somewhat good arm, you sat yourself up, though your body felt heavy you pushed through, maybe if you went higher someone would be here. It wasn’t an easy task trying to get yourself to your feet, dragging your body to a nearby wall you pulled yourself up, whatever strength you could spare was put in to your arm and leg. Once you were standing, the room spun around you, as if at any moment you would hurl, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Once the spinning stopped, you slowly moved around the room, each step felt like needles were rubbing against your skin, dragging your leg proved to be more work than you thought.

“Azriel!” You attempted to cry out but it came out as a hoarse whisper, the dust and grime from your fall had coated your throat. You kept moving, but you stumbled, your body hitting the ground with excessive force.

“Fuck.” You seethed, your entire body throbbing. But you pushed forward, dragging yourself to the nearby staircase, pulling yourself up once more. If you were correct these stairs would lead to the ground above, so with one hand on the railing you began your trek upwards.

You wanted to quit halfway through, each step was agonizing, each wrong move sent you stumbling back downwards or falling on to your stomach. You were for certain you had added to your injuries.

But as much as you wanted to quit, as much as you felt like giving up. You didn’t.

Through each misstep, you thought of Azriel, how you would see him once you made it to the top, the feeling of being in his arms, the need to tell him how much you love him, made you want to keep going. You needed to make sure he knew it wasn’t his fault, that this was your choice, and even though death gave you a second chance you would do it again. Anything to protect your mate. To protect your family.

Reaching the last set of stairs you saw a faint glow of light come from the doorway at the top of the steps, relief fell over you, moving as quickly as you could up the final few steps.

The sight that greeted you was enough to make you cry. Cassian and Azriel were kneeling on the ground together. Though their expressions were far from happy, they were alive, they were here. Your family.

“Azriel.” You forced out, losing all strength to hold yourself up anymore. Both males turned their gaze to you, you smiled, but it quickly turned into a sob. “Hi.” You choked out.

They stared at you stunned that you were here, but only seconds passed before Azriel rushed to your side, tripping over his own feet to get to you, tears streaming down his face. You reached for your mate, falling forward as you lost your balance, but he was there, holding you securely in his arms. That bond that was so weak, so cold. Fully opened once again and you were met with all the worry and fear he was feeling but it was followed by an abundance of love and relief. He was careful not to hold you too tight, even though you hadn’t said anything, he knew of your injuries, but that did not stop him from bringing you to his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his tears spilling onto your skin. You wrapped an arm around him, resting your head on his chest, letting the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, each sob, soothe you. His wings wrapped around you, as if he were trying to keep you as close as possible as if something would take you away. Though you were in pain none of that mattered as you felt complete within the arms of the male you loved entirely. He leaned back to cup your cheeks, his thumb wiping away your tears. “You’re alive.” Azriel didn’t say it as a question but more so as clarification as if he was trying to make sure this was real. Even though it was still something you had to wrap your head around, you were alive. You sent a feeling of warmth down the bond, showing him it was all real. You were truly here with him.

“Yes. Barely.” You joked, speaking clearly for the first time as you stared into the eyes of your mate.

“I-” Azriel paused, his voice cracked slightly but he continued.”I felt you die.”

You placed a hand over his own, lacing your fingers together. “I did Az. I died down there. But death.” You paused, unsure of how these words would sound spoken aloud. “Death brought me back.”

“What?” Both Cassian and Azriel spoke simultaneously. You wanted to explain it to them but you needed to leave this place, to distance yourself as far as possible.

“Look I know how it sounds and I will explain everything but can we leave, I would like be away from here. Please.” You attempted to stand but Azriel moved faster, carefully lifting you, holding you close to his chest, sending another rush of love down the bond, you sent one right back.

“Yes sweetheart, Cass tell Rhys to have Madja ready, we’re going home.”

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The Side Effect of Building a Villain - Fem!Reader x Dabi

summary: your life has always been marked by tragedies, but the arrival of that boy with sad eyes and blue flames in your life is perhaps the greatest of all. warnings: AFAB!reader (she/her pronouns) - past trauma - mentions of rape - abusive behavior - extremely toxic relationship - misogyny - Dabi can be a piece of shit, he's really bad at feelings - not happy ending - murder - murder mentions - Dabi is not a yandere, but he is just as toxic - mentions of child abuse - corruption kink - they are late teen friends, but the beach scene happens when they are adults a/n: this is my first time writing for Dabi, and it's also my first time posting something darker than I usually do. I don't know if Dabi here is fitted as yandere, but I'll tag it like this just in case. and the timeline may not be faithful to the manga. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

When you were a teenager, even though you had no idea if you were 14 or 17, you had a memory gap. It was a gap that, no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't be able to fill with memories of what really happened. Your age didn't matter. You didn't know, to be honest. The woman who gave birth to you and threw you out on the streets never taught you to read, write or do math, nor the day of your birthday you had the right to know. The only thing you had was a plant name, which you suspected was just a grotesque alias your mother gave you: Dioneia. You confirmed this when you heard on a program about caring for carnivorous plants by the loud sound of the television coming from a house you were sheltering on the porch – right after being kicked like a dog by the owner. The full name was: Dionaea Muscipula. And at that moment you knew that that wasn't your real name, it was just another remnant of your mother's evil, who always said that if you wanted to stay alive, you would have to hunt insects to feed, because she wouldn't use the her hard-earned money to support a good-for-nothing who wasn't even good for cleaning the bathroom.

Tired of the abuse, you wanted to leave that house. Tired of you, she kicked you out. Now you were free and you had a whole world to explore and all the houses to live in. You didn't have any owner, you didn't have money, you didn't belong, but you could park anywhere you wanted. The authorities could put you inside an orphanage, but you would know how to escape. Daughter of the streets, connoisseur of all kinds of trickery – or so you fantasized about before going to sleep – you would make your name as a rambunctious pickpocket that escaped the hands of your captors and found its way back to your street girl lifestyle.

You didn't know how long you lived alone on street corners, scavenging for food or occasionally getting a fresh sandwich from someone with a good heart who still had the humanity inside to reach out to a hungry child. But that was rare, you didn't cling to the hope of being rescued and welcomed. Your stomach hurt and you couldn't see anything but helplessness and the need to wait for another restaurant to close before finally going through the garbage in search of leftovers.

The loneliness lasted for about three years – you counted seeing fireworks bursting at the turn of each year – until you found a boy about your age, in the same situation as you. And on that day, you already had such a gap in your memory, but it didn't matter, looking deep into those cyan blue eyes, wide and sad, you recognized in him everything that was in you. You were equals and from then on you would walk the same path and unite for the same goal: to survive until the next sunrise.

“My name is Dio,” you told him. You found it difficult to pronounce Dionaea, so you abbreviated it to make life easier for you and your grumpy new friend.

"I didn't ask," he muttered irritably, turning over and trying to go back to sleep.

“You laid on my bed, so we'd better be friends. I don't like sleeping with someone I don't know the name of,” your words didn't have a double meaning, but you saw his white brow arch.

“The street is public, and this alley here has no owner. Make yourself another bed.” He arranged the huge piece of cardboard over the body and closed his eyes. And you haven't stopped talking.

Not even for a minute. You talked so much, hours of monologues, that he got used to you and even lifted his head to see if you were asleep or gone when you were silent for a few minutes.

“My name is Touya, but if you call me by it around someone, I burn you alive,” he finally opened a space for you to enter his life, even if it was followed by a threat, while a blue flame – perhaps the most beautiful and dangerous thing you had ever seen in your life –, slipped through his scrawny and dirty fingers.

“Then how can I call you…?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, and the boy compared you to a curious puppy. It was cute, somehow.

"...Dabi."

D+D, you would be from then on. Dabi for Dio, Dio for Dabi. You liked how it sounded, it was the first time you felt affection and became attached to someone. And he would give you attention and even a little affection, in his own way, of course. Without being too open, with sarcastic comments. Several curses escaped, but deep down, really deep down, with a zeal he didn't think he'd feel for anyone, he looked out for you. In a very weird way, he took care of you and protected you. Maybe it was the leftover older brother role he had – which you didn't know about and he didn't mean to tell you –, but he didn't want to be your brother. He was in puberty, and you were attractive. Beautiful in your own way and you had a developed body, so there was no danger of him feeling any brotherly feelings for you. It was carnal.

But he still had the childish thoughts ingrained, and it wasn't like he was going to be able to ask you to fuck him either. You seemed too silly and oblivious to such matters. When he made a double-entendre joke, you asked him what he meant and he ended up embarrassing himself, gaining a rosy color in his pale face and the weight of shyness falling on his head.

Maybe you saw him as a brother. He hated to think about it. The subject of family was something he wanted to keep as far away as possible.

“Dabi, do you want to get married?” You asked this out of the blue, one night when you were looking at the starry sky, lying on the floor of the terrace of an abandoned building, after you eluded the police.

“No,” he replied immediately.

"I want to."

"Hm."

“If you change your mind, we can get married.” Your tongue was faster than your brain, but you didn't have time to hide your embarrassed face, because his words made you a little uncomfortable and sad.

“I don't want to marry you. You have no quirk, and that would only give me trouble. Besides, you're terrible at stealing food. I don't know how you survived for so long being so useless."

He didn't sound offensive, his voice was soft like melted butter, and not even sarcastic, but it reminded you of your mother always telling you that you were an embarrassment to her; a stain on her heroin career.

You stayed quiet and didn't say anything else for the rest of the night. Dabi knew he crossed the line, but he didn't find a way to apologize to you. He had been honest, after all. It would be better for him to remain sincere than to plant a barren seed in soil as fertile as yours.

But even so, he wanted to please you, pulling you close to him when the night began to cool and you shivered in the cold and caressed your hair as he watched your chest rise and fall in a calm rhythm.

You no longer ate food you found in the trash at restaurants. Dabi didn't accept your lifestyle, he didn't want to rummage through trash cans with you. He was smarter and gave zero fucks about ethics or morals.

It was from him that you learned – or so you thought –, to steal. He learned to break down doors and be silent, so you followed in his footsteps. From then on, it was rare that you saw yourself almost starving to death. When you didn't want to go, for fear of taking a chance and getting him into trouble for your uselessness, he'd bring enough food for the two of you. Sometimes he brought more than food, he brought warm clothes and a blanket to keep you warm on cold nights and keep you from sticking to him like a tick looking for warmth, in addition to perfumes, body lotions and some jewelry that you liked to wear.

But then you got used to it. You no longer cared about anything anymore and you didn't even feel sorry for the people you robbed. It was usually the ones who looked at you with disgust, and shooed you away as if you were a contagious disease. Dabi would chase them around until he found out where they lived, and then when they weren't home you both would break in, taking long bathes and leaving behind nothing but empty packaging and a mess for the unfortunates to clean up and curtains scorched with Dabi's flames, like a clear reminder that you would bother as much as necessary if it guaranteed your survival.

The days slipped by in the alleys of your lives, the maturity of the years passing by starting to knock on the door, your needs also changed. Dabi's went down more carnal paths. Sometimes he would disappear for a night or days and he would come back with healthy skin marked by hickeys and lipstick on the collar of his shirt. You knew what he did, but you didn't question it. Deep inside, you were bothered and couldn't contain the jealousy, but you tied it to a fear that he'd meet someone, marry and leave you behind, because the same need didn’t overtake you. You had a block when you thought about someone touching you. It was a disgust that seemed to have been born along with you. The thought of doing something so dirty made you want to take a two-hour shower and scrub yourself raw.

Dabi knew this. You always ran away when he pressed you into a wall after a mood was formed. He felt rejected, but he tried to think you were a virgin and for that reason you were afraid.

He would be kind, he thought. That's why he was always looking for random women, he wanted to gain a good amount of experience so he would be able to know exactly how and where to touch you to give you as much pleasure as possible. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but put you on a pedestal that no one else would ever be.

“Dio, are we going to the beach? I brought you a bikini,” once, on a scorching summer day, he invited you over.

“Dabi… your hair!”

"What’s the problem?"

“It's black!”

"Yea, I dyed it. White makes me look grandpa,” he replied, ruffling his black locks, revealing a little dye-stained forehead skin.

It was a blatant lie, but you would never ask the real reason for it. And you really liked his new look. Black contrasted with his healthy, pale skin and accentuated his eyes color, giving him a mysterious air, which was nothing like the almost ghostly appearance he had in the first few days he came into your life. And also new metallic clamps were being stuck in his skin. You knew he was severely injured every time he used his quirk, but he never let you take care of the burns. He got angry every time you felt sorry for his state.

So you learned to be smarter and better fit your own lifestyle and within your limitations of not having a quirk. You didn't want to be a burden in his life or be the reason for new burns to spread through his already fragile body.

“Where did you get that bikini? It's new?" You picked up the pieces and felt your face heat up. Did he really want you to wear that? That piece of fabric wouldn't cover you properly.

“I was passing by a store and I saw it in the showcase. I went in there, as no one was behind the counter, I took it and left,” he shrugged.

“And what are you going to wear?”

"That outfit." He pointed to what he was wearing.

"What do you mean? It's hot, you'll be roasted to death in that sweatshirt." You arched your brow, trying not to feel too affected by his new hair color.

He was attractive in every way, but if white hair made him a very handsome guy, black hair made him hot as hell and it was waking up in you something you'd never experienced. You felt like clinging to his body and feeling his hands on your waist or other more intimate parts. But you soon tried to push those thoughts away when your old revulsion for sex kicked in.

"I'm wearing a shirt underneath," was his reply. "I brought money too. We can rent a cheap hotel room for a few days, and let's find a shower for us to bathe in. Today we're going to profit, doll. This season is great for tourists with a full bank account and a full wallet of notes."

He said in an almost contagious mood, but all you could think about was how embarrassed you were to wear such a tiny bikini.

When you left the unhealthy hotel that Dabi checked into for three days and two nights, even showered with a squirt of perfume, you walked down the street as if you two weren't a remnant of decadent and unequal society.

Whoever Dabi stole or scammed from, the money was enough to get you a safe shelter and decent food for half a week. Which was already a very good thing.

You were trying to hide your body with your hands, and Dabi didn't seem at all bothered by your discomfort. On the contrary, every now and then he would arrange a favorable situation to position himself behind you, put his arms around your waist and make you cling to him, feeling all the high temperature of his body. Also something hard against the back of your body.

"Dabi... There are people looking..." you despaired with people's censorious looks. But it wasn't like he cared. He was getting too furious with so many covetous looks at you. Yes, you were a hot little thing that would make even the oldest dick harden, but you were his hot little thing.

"Let them look, doll," he replied, his voice husky right next to your ear, making you feel his quickening breath.

When he finally pulled away from you, letting you walk a little ahead of him just to get a good look at your perfect ass that was barely covered by your bikini bottoms, his attention was diverted to a group of rich girls chatting away audibly at the beach kiosk, but soon returned to the sand where there were many people resting under umbrellas or cooling off in the sea water.

The sun that burned the skin devoid of any sun protection and that would hurt when bathing was the same that tanned the skin of those rich people, while they were distracted from their valuables. There were some lost children there, who with the most trained eye, you recognized that they were just like you. The rich people didn't seem to be bothered by the presence of these sad-looking children who lacked affection or something nutritious to eat. They didn't seem to believe that their privilege could be tied to the existence of this kind of problem that plagued the fetid world that they insisted was beautiful, colorful and joyful.

Ignoring all that, with your attention in the same direction, you would know exactly what to do. Dabi had taught you.

Sneaky as felines, creating some situation to distract people, you ran your hands through the open bags and pulled out your wallets, jewelry or anything of value and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Dabi stuffed everything into a black bag he had taken with him and you immediately looked for possible victims. You didn't go to the beach as tourists or vacationers, you went on business. And before the sun went down, you were in your hotel room again, counting your profits.

You finally had enough money to eat well for a few days and buy nice clothes and sunscreen – for you –, Dabi thought the sun was less toxic than his flames, and he didn't believe it would improve his burns either.

Your financial education was scarce, not to mention non-existent, because this was a subject reserved only for those who were born for money, and not for two starving youngsters dazzled by the big bills that would not take long to disappear from your hands like smoke. The next day, bags full of useless things would weigh on fragile arms full of scars from the daily struggles for survival.

Although Dabi always thought it was good to save a little money, he also knew it was risky and you didn't have any security. The days were uncertain, one day you were alive, but the next day everything could fall apart and you wouldn't even have the right to see the moon rise in the sky. So he too agreed to live in the present, without clinging to the future.

You were still wearing your bikini and feeling the sweat sticking to your skin when Dabi put a pure gold choker around your neck, in front of the stained mirror in the room you were staying in.

"You were born to be covered in gold, princess," he murmured against you, as his arms closed around your waist again.

Seeing his face in the reflection, the purplish burning skin against your healthy one, you wanted to caress and ask if it hurt, but you wouldn't. And there was no mood either. Because in the atmosphere there was only room for his hungry countenance as he tightened his grip and clung closer to you. Still looking in the mirror, you could only see the clump of his black hair on the curve of his neck and feel the contrast of the soft lip and the other hardened by scars and metal clamps against your sensitive skin. You felt like he was sucking, possibly trying to leave a bruise there. His heart raced faster as his arms eased the grip, but only to start exploring your body with his hands.

"You will be mine tonight." It wasn't a request, it was an observation. "You have no idea how much I want you. How hard I want to fuck you," and you felt one hand going to your breast and squeezing it hard and the other going down your belly and finding your entrance over the fabric.

Involuntarily, you spread your legs and leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

Before he could do anything else, he turned you to face him and kissed you. It was an urgent kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and tangling with yours. It tasted like the orange juice he bought for you to drink before heading back to the hotel. When he bit your lip hard, you didn't know if it was on purpose, but you didn't have time to complain, because he soon went back to sticking his tongue in your mouth and fishing yours to catch between his lips and suck. That ended up making you moan, earning him a loud, hard slap on your ass.

He was different from the subtle guy who always pulled away when you showed the slightest bit of discomfort. It seemed like at that moment he wouldn't stop even if you asked him to.

Without realizing it, you were lying on your back on the bed, on top of the bills and valuables you stole, with him on top of you, not stopping to move for a second.

He was restless and relentless. Sometimes he would caress your intimacy over the fabric and kisses down to your covered breasts, sometimes he would hold your neck with his hand and make you look into his eyes. The blues that used to be crystalline now looked darkened by lust and something else you couldn't identify.

"Are you going to be good to me? Are you going to let me fuck you like a little slut like you deserve to be fucked?" he asked, his hand still around your throat, making you feel the choker chain sink into your skin.

But you felt something fill that empty space in your memory. The words. You had heard it before and your body tensed in agony. It wasn't a good thing.

"Dabi..."

"That's it. You're gonna say that when I've got my dick shoved into that virgin pussy of yours, and you're gonna squeeze me until I cum, got it? You won't stop squeezing me until you're full of my cum." He cracked a malicious smile.

One more drop of remembrance filling the gap.

Virgin. You weren't a virgin.

"Please..."

"Already begging? What a bitch you are, huh? I always knew you were a cocksleeve."

And with an inordinate force, you felt the bottom of your bikini being ripped from you and then your whole body shuddered in terror.

"Stop..." you muttered, feeling panic wash over you.

Now you remembered everything. Dabi was no longer Dabi. The guy on top of you, violently undressing you and forcing your legs apart was one of the fake good humans that came into your life. He offered you food and a shelt at his place, but in the middle of the night he took the price. Your virginity. You remember the terror you felt, the pain of that disgusting member painfully entering you, his dirty words in your ear, his hand on your neck. Everything.

And you were back in your nightmare, dreaming of having the gap in your memory again.

When you woke up, Dabi was scared and shaking you to bring you back to consciousness.

"Dio! Dio! What happened? Why are you crying like that?"

He was trying to hold your flailing arms and legs and in the frantic struggle, your bikini top slipped to the side leaving your tits out. You were naked. But Dabi no longer saw you with desire. He wanted to calm you down.

And then little by little you came back to reality, into the turquoise eyes of that boy who meant everything to you. You were safe. He wasn't that monster. It was him, your Dabi.

You told him everything without hiding a single detail. He listened in silence and you could have sworn you saw smoke escaping from his pores, the temperature of the room rising was just evidence of his quirk activating without him noticing.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know his name."

"Tell me how he is," wasn't a request, it was an explicit order.

"I don't remember well. It's been so many years."

"Tell me what you remember. Anything."

"He had a bakery down the block from that first alley we shared. It was the only bakery."

Dabi bared his teeth, angrily.

"That worm is dead."

You widened your eyes, too scared to see a side of Dabi you'd never seen before.

"What will you do...?"

"You still ask? Are you stupid by any chance?" He glared at you, eyes gleaming like ice against the streetlights.

"Dabi..."

"Stop talking, girl. Go take a shower and put on some decent clothes."

You didn't understand why he was so angry with you, but the guilt hit you for having ruined the mood. You even tried to kiss him, but he rudely pushed you away.

Sad and confused, you grabbed a shabby, faded outfit and went to take a shower. Stinging from the sunburn and the bruises Dabi left on your skin, you felt the tears pricking your eyes. With the weight of having back the memory that your brain blocked to defend you, you allowed yourself to cry.

Only after you had no more tears did you turn off the shower, dry yourself on the towel, put on your clothes and leave the bathroom.

Dabi wasn't there anymore and some money bills disappeared too. In fact, he left enough for you to pay for the rest of your hotel stay.

Thinking you had been abandoned, you were surprised to see Dabi walking through the door after a whole day and night gone. He looked less irritated and was smelling of alcohol and some feminine perfume. You knew he had gone somewhere looking for sex. You didn't blame him, but you felt your heart ache.

"Pack things up, we're going somewhere else."

You didn't question, you just accepted.

The other place was a roadside hotel. You could feel your legs burning from the long walk you two had taken, that when you got there, you just wanted to get into a tub full of brine.

You tried to bring it up with Dabi, but he was gruff. You didn't understand what his fucking problem was, but he wasn't willing to tell you. That one wasn't the same Dabi as always, he looked like a different person.

After you'd showered and had new, clean clothes that you'd managed to convince Dabi to let you buy, you tried to strike up another conversation. No success again.

And so it went for the next few days and weeks too.

You were limited to quick conversations, it was usually something he demanded you do, and he swore at you when you refused.

Fights took the place of conversations. It wasn't quite physical, but he punched the wall every time you did something he didn't like. With his mood inflamed, you saw your sweet Dabi consumed by the fury of his flames, literally and figuratively.

His burns got worse every day, as if he had used the quirk too much, and you were starting to despair. But respecting him, you didn't say anything. And if he did, you knew he could escalate the verbal abuse into something more violent. You didn't have the power to fight him, so you just curled up in a corner and cried silently, while your stomach ached with hunger again.

Another thing that had changed: he didn't bring you food anymore. If you wanted to eat, you had to steal on your own or dig around in the garbage, like the useless being you've always been.

Putting into practice what he taught you, you even managed to pick up some food at convenience stores, but soon someone noticed you and chased you. Many times, after being caught, you suffered some physical violence and with that bruises were accumulating all over your body.

How did Dabi manage to slip by unnoticed? How could you be sneaky when you were with him? Did not you know. Maybe it was the confidence coming from him that made you feel brave. Now that he was away, you felt like you had lost the ability to be a thief. And you had lost the only person who filled your days with a warm feeling like love.

But it wasn't love. Of that you were sure, it was something more carnal, more mundane. On his side, at least. You figured he only saw you as someone he wanted to fuck and when he couldn't, he dumped you. And what was bad got worse when you wanted to give him a blowjob, to calm him down and make him go back to his old Dabi a little, but it was a disaster. You had never done it, so in addition to almost throwing up from the weird taste and not holding it in your mouth, in the back of your throat, you bit it, which made him upset.

It was no use apologizing, he looked into your eyes and said he felt sorry for the guy who wanted to marry you.

Emotional dependence was an unfamiliar term for you. You didn't have access to psychological support services, you lived on the streets, so no one would come to talk to you and explain that what you felt for Dabi was just the result of dependency. You needed him like he was the air you breathed, and oblivious to that, ignorant of how harmful it was, you still insisted on wanting him back in your life. You held on to the happy days with him, even if they were dark for the way you lived. You wanted to see home in his eyes again, even if in his life, there was never room for you.

When you finally started to understand this and backed away when he approached, he went back to reacting and being friendly, bringing you food and some clothes, even sunscreen. Saying he was just angry about what you'd been through and frustrated that you couldn't find the bastard who hurt you. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn't. Not when he showed up with three nose piercings and didn't make a point of hiding lipstick stains on his shirt, did you know he was just keeping his dick wet somewhere while you cried in the corners and got beat up by someone who came after you to force you to return the shit you stole.

But it was okay. Everything was back to normal, you thought. Dabi actually kept his demeanor tame for about three weeks, but you would have thought the lull was just the prelude to the dense cloud that hovered in the air and you ignored heralded a storm.

When lightning and thunder cut through the sky of your shitty life, you felt like something inside you died. Luckily, the love for Dabi and the addiction died together.

It was in one of the persecutions you suffered that everything went wrong. You had messed with some bad guys and they weren't going to limit themselves to cursing you and slapping you three times in the face. Your life was at risk.

Cornered, they approached you with devilish features, drooling like filthy pigs.

“She's a cutie, isn't she? Maybe we can get something much better than what she took from us…”

And everyone agreed with him. Exhausted from running, too tired to beg for mercy, you saw your life flash before your eyes. And when one of them took you by the arm, a shrill scream cut through the silence of the night, making you open your eyes and see blue flames engulfing one of the guys and, one after the other, they were all packed with the same flames, until there was nothing left but smoldering bodies on the floor.

Behind the cloud of smoke, a smoking Dabi stopped next to you. The icy eyes contrasted with the high temperature of his body. You could smell the roasted meat of both the executioners and him.

Tranced by the grotesque scene, a little dumbfounded by it all and also worried about Dabi's severe burns, you held his arm and felt a small flame lick your hand, making you recoil and scream in pain.

“You really are the dumbest bitch I've ever met,” he growled, watching you whimper in pain.

"Why did you do that? Your body can't take it when you use your quirk like that..."

The regret of having touched on a sensitive topic came at the same time you felt yourself pressed against the damp, musty wall, his hand boiling around your neck.

"Are you reminding me that I'm a failure?" He spat the words out sharply, approaching you dangerously. “Did you really mean that?”

"I… can't… breathe…" you felt tears starting to pool in your eyes, both from the tightness and the high temperature coming from him, as you held his arms trying to get him to let go.

You knew you'd be left with a burn scar there if you survived.

“Actually, you're really stupid. You are the useless one. A little bitch who can't even steal without getting into trouble and doesn't even have the quirk to escape a rapist. The fault is yours. Or did you not defend yourself from your alleged rape because you enjoyed being fucked by that rat?”

After those words, your physical pain was the least you felt. You let your arms drop to your sides.

And he seemed to realize the big shit he'd said without thinking, seconds later. Filled with rage, he really had fucked up. The same minute you looked at him with genuine disgust, he let go of you. Taking three steps back involuntarily, he turned and walked away.

He didn't apologize, he preferred to get away from you once and for all. He knew you were his weakness, and the lifestyle he was about to acquire had no room for angels like you. And in his heart there was only room for hate and revenge and not such contrasting feelings as you insisted on trying to fill.

After the incident in the alley, you only heard from Dabi, who you didn't know was really related to him, on a winter day when they found the body of the bakery owner. Murdered with refinements of cruelty with a bladed weapon, and with the words written on his stomach and near his torn groin: “rapist and pedophile”, by the tip of the same instrument used to take his life.

You didn't care if he did the murder himself. On that day, you were preparing to die of malnutrition and hypothermia on the street, when an angel appeared in your life. A real angel, good by heart, generous and kind. He rescued you, gave you a room to live in and a job at a hero agency. You had no quirk, but you could clean the place in exchange for a reasonable salary that could buy you everything you needed. No luxuries, but it kept you warm on cold days and no longer forced you to sleep so you wouldn't feel your stomach hurt from hunger.

Dabi was really gone, but not for long. Coming out of the shadows of marginalized life and the invisibility of the dangerous and dirty streets, you heard about him on the news. He was darker and his black hair more opaque, like he no longer washes like he used to when he was with you, but the eyes and the scars were his. It was him. The Dabi you knew, the one you saw crying, laughing and despairing, now sported a psychotic smile. A smile of someone who left most demons behind and decided to move on to exercise the one who forced him to go through so much shit at such a young age. A smile of someone who left behind a life he even considered comfortable next to a person he came to love, just to live for his greater purpose.

But now the crimes he committed became less and less forgivable. You doubted that there was even a shred of the good soul that still lingered in his adolescence, on the cold days when you huddled under marquees and dreamed of a better life.

But somehow you already expected it, you saw the way this villain was built. The process was slow and the biggest loser of it all was you.

Murder, kidnapping and a lot of other shit was what the reporter said as an image of him played all over the screen. Your stomach turned over remembering the day you killed him inside and wanted to throw up your dinner, but you held on and put on your headphones, turned up the music and went to clean the agency's service area. He was a ghost from the past. Dead ones should stay buried, though you remembered him every time you looked in the mirror and saw the burn scars on your neck, like a macabre finger necklace he'd given you the day you didn't want to know about him anymore.

When you finished cleaning everything, you heard all the glass in the place burst and the alarms go off deafeningly. Shit, you were alone there at night. You liked working late into the night while watching the news on TV in the lobby of the agency. You were a real fucking loser, why did they decide to attack an empty agency? You've even seen yourself in the news about a female employee being taken hostage by a villain who had issues with the hero owner. It was too ridiculous and you almost laughed when you saw the blue flames consuming the entire interior of that place.

You rolled your eyes. It couldn't be anyone else if not the villain of your life.

Knowing that now you would die, you remained in the service area. Hearing conversations among the group that invaded the place, you heard Dabi saying that it was useless to look for the fugitive, that maybe he had gone somewhere else, but the guy, who seemed to be the boss, told him to shut up and go look in each room and burn everything, including possible witnesses. Interestingly, he did.

Burning what he saw ahead, he finally entered where you were. You saw the moment his flames went out when his eyes met yours.

"Hi, doll. Did you know you look really hot in that janitor uniform?” There was no surprise in his eyes when he saw you.

"You messed up," your voice came out hoarse and low.

“What?” He arched an eyebrow.

"I just cleaned up there, and you messed up."

He didn't have to struggle to understand the real meaning of your words. Sighing, looking into your eyes and then looking down at the scar on your hand and neck, he looked back into your eyes, before saying:

“Run and don't look back. You haven't seen me here.”

Letting you get away with your life, despite the clear order to burn everything he saw, was Dabi's way of apologizing for all the emotional and physical marks he left on you.

Your body moved by itself. Maybe it was your survival instinct, but you found the fire escape with unnatural ease. When you gained the street and were out of danger, you saw huge blue and merciless flames consuming everything that represented your life change.

And by the same hands that once caressed your hair in your sleep, your life was ruined again.

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