#mentions of injury

[ninjigma]

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Day 4: Keeping the Other Alive + Fox find's Quin's Lightsaber Track: 'Escape From East Berlin' - Daniel Pemberton (Spotify / YouTube)

"You have to stay with me Vos, come on!"

He really was trying, promise.

"I know, just... focus on keeping up. I'll do the rest, okay?"

Quinlan took a slow breath, focusing on just putting one fast-paced foot in front of the other. His awareness was muted in his attempt to mask his pain, and at this point, all the energy he had was being expended in keeping ahead of whatever droids were left on their tail.

Suddenly he was being hauled up and forward, aware of the ladder only when its rungs were suddenly beneath his hands.

"Up!" Fox barked, shots ringing out after his words. 

Quinlan obeyed the sharp order without hesitation. He was around three floors up when his awareness flared and he wrenched backward, a hand flailing wildly as he lost his hold on the wet durasteel. A new slew of blaster fire came from the end of the alleyway, backup arriving and causing further chaos. Moving purely on instinct he reached for where his saber was clipped to his belt-

And found nothing.

The sound of his saber igniting drew his gaze downward, the green flashing and lighting up across the red of Fox's armor. The clone must have picked it up earlier when Quinlan had nearly collapsed, no time to do much more than grab the saber in one hand and pull Quinlan back to his feet with the other. Now Fox was moving with deadly accuracy, cloak fanning out around him, and Quinlan noted how even without Force sensitivity Fox was plenty skilled with the blade. He was precise and sly in his movements, expertly incorporating the blaster to dispatch another droid with a bullseye to the head, the sight inspiring some rather unique feelings in the base of Quinlan’s stomach.

"I said up Vos!"

Right, he was supposed to be climbing. Without another thought he continued moving, easily trusting Fox to cover him. That simple piece of knowledge that Fox was with him was enough to assure him they had a chance in all of this mess, was enough to motivate him forward.

He made it to the roof without further incident, slipping over the edge and sliding across the wet surface. The way it momentarily muffled the sound of the alleyway and how the rain thrummed against Quinlan's skin brought the Jedi a moment's respite, a second of clarity in the fog where he tried to parse out what they needed to do next.

He wasn't dead, not yet anyhow. But now they were on a rooftop and rather exposed to any air support the Separatists may have in the area. They needed cover, Quinlan needed medical attention, and most of all they had to get back to the ship and out of this damned sector.

All too soon Fox was joining him, Quinlan only having a few moments to breathe before Fox had grabbed his hand and yanked them both across slick metal and tile. Fox was still holding his saber, playing their escape purely on the defensive, and Quinlan was again truly impressed with how well Fox was handling the blade, continuous sweeps that blocked blaster bolts out of the sheer speed of the weapon's arc. 

Though Quinlan knew this wouldn't last long. Already he could see the end of the street coming up with a gap they definitely couldn't jump across. Fox had been guiding them as best he could, but they would be stuck with nowhere to go now, and would end up surrounded and outnumbered in seconds. They wouldn’t last long.

Unless...

Fox had begun to slow, head whipping around in search of some way out of this besides fighting straight back through the droids. Thus he was a bit surprised when Quinlan somehow found an extra burst of speed and began pulling Fox along after him instead.

Fox wasn’t dying like this, for something Quinlan had done, not while he was still drawing air.

"General?!" Quinlan managed a rather unhinged smile at the surprise in Fox's tone, though the commander followed without any other complaint. If anything he sped up, keeping pace directly toward the edge of the building, even when it became clear that was exactly what Quinlan was aiming for.

Trust me.

It may have been a trick of his mind, his single focus on getting them both out of this alive, but Quinlan could swear Fox squeezed his hand before leaping off that roof with him.

Always.

The feeling of free falling wasn’t unknown to Quinlan, but the struggle not to succumb to dizziness as he stretched out a hand and slowed them was an interesting first. He gave all of his attention to the presence of Fox, adding it to his own awareness and willing the Force up to meet them. In a rather graceless move the Force answered, just before they reached the street, and they were suspended perfectly in the air a moment before falling the last foot to safety. 

Quinlan staggered, would’ve fallen if not for Fox immediately tucking into his side and pushing them ever onward. Now the Jedi really was stumbling, his energy burning up faster than he could think.

Then they were stopped, hands were on his shoulders. Black spots dotted his vision, but things were quiet finally and Quinlan could swear he wasn’t standing any longer. All that really mattered was how he could still sense Fox, reaching out and focusing on that steady and clever soul in order to find the motivation to keep moving. 

Well, they must be safe if Fox had stopped them, had begun pressing something against where Quinlan knew his shoulder should hurt but only felt the dull sensation of Fox’s hands.

He always thought Fox had nice hands, strong and sleek with a small scar on his right palm.

Maybe Fox would let him kiss it, just once.

“Don’t- Quinlan!”

#mild warning #mentions of injury #literally just quinlan trying not to black out #and being very worried for his clone #the art is complete we only await my writers brain #which is trying to hide in a hoodie in the corner #foxquinweek2023 #quinlan vos #clone commander fox #quinfox #foxquin #quinlan x fox #fanart #my art #my writing

[seanagtala]

A little warning for the comic below !

Let's Play Chicken, Conductor

#myart #grian #cubfan135 #crimson trails au #violence #mentions of injury

[flowersandskeletons526]

Wenclair Fic - “My Darling One”

I did this in a night, please be nice. Just a little scene in the infirmary after the fight because I know, I KNOW they had an interaction like this after that hug scene

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Wednesday heard it before she saw her: a quiet, desperate plea drifting through the forest as she walked through the wrought iron gates. 

“Where’s Wednesday?”

She felt it before she saw her: strong arms thrown around her torso, claws digging into her back and catching in the threads of her shirt, just a blur of bloodstained pink colliding with her. It was instinct, solely instinct that had her pulling her arms free and slowly pushing Enid off her. But when they locked eyes, for the first time, she felt her heart lurch with something other than fear or pain or untempered hatred. 

Tears streamed down Enid’s cheeks and cut tracks through the blood and dirt. Her expression contorted into a mask of terror and relief, desperate longing shining in those bright blue eyes. Deep lacerations were carved into her face and just barely starting to clot. Wednesday always liked the look of blood - the different shades coming from different veins and arteries, the way it dried smeared across the skin - but she realized then that seeing Enid covered in it and knowing it was the werewolf’s own, all it did was make her vision blur and her hands shake. She dragged Enid into her arms. 

Nothing in her entire life previous, no assault nor torture nor horror set in the masses’ hearts, had ever felt better than the way Enid melted into her embrace. She heaved a shaking sigh at the bubbly girl’s fingers pressing into her back. Any lingering pain drained away. She closed her eyes at the gentle nuzzle against her shoulder and the muffled whimper as she squeezed Enid back. 

After an eternity that seemed to pass in a fleeting moment, Enid’s grip on her loosened. She wasn’t used to hugs. At least, not in participating. If Enid of all people with her obvious addiction to physical contact decided the hug was over, it must be. But Enid wasn’t letting go. No, she was going slack against Wednesday, collapsing as her knees buckled beneath her, bringing Wednesday to the ground as she tried to catch her and laid her back in the leaves. 

“Enid?” Her voice tore from her throat riddled with panic. “Enid!”

A watery voice behind her shouted, “Someone get a doctor!” but all Wednesday could focus on was Enid unconscious in her arms. Any words she could conjure refused to struggle past her teeth. All she could do was hold Enid close to her chest and pray. 

Wednesday paced around the waiting room of the infirmary. She had consented to being sat down so the puncture wound in her shoulder could be stitched and bandaged but refused anything else. She couldn’t stand having more of her time wasted. No one would tell her where they put Enid. All anyone could say was “she’s okay, she’s alright, she’s fine,” so why couldn’t they just let Wednesday see her?

Bianca threw her head back with a groan from a chair in the corner. “For the love of god, sit down. Your little dog’s fine.” 

Wednesday stiffened and rounded on her. “Call her that again and I will feed your enchanted larynx to the venus flytraps in the conservatory.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Really, Wednesday,” Xavier chimed in. He sat beside her, opposite Eugene. “She’s going to be fine.”

“Stop telling me that!” she snapped. He put his hands in the air as she returned to her pacing. “They’re keeping her location hidden from me.”

“Do you always have to sound so pretentious when you talk?” said Bianca. 

“Scalpel. Larynx. Flytrap.”

Eugene reached out to touch her shoulder, but quickly withdrew when she shot him a withering glare. “Maybe she’s just not allowed to have visitors yet.” 

“Then she would not be fine.” 

“Or they’re waiting for her family to get here?”

“That does not matter.” 

“Wednesday,” Xavier began.

“If I hear your voice one more time-”

“You’ll feed me to a plant, yeah, I know.” 

“Do you think me so unoriginal as to recycle my methods of dismemberment?” she deadpanned. He swallowed hard and ducked his head. Holding a deep breath, she flexed her hands and gritted her teeth, the most obvious display of emotion she would allow herself in front of anyone besides the one person she was currently forbidden to see. She was about two seconds from reaching for one of the (many) hidden knives on her person and holding the nearest doctor hostage until she was brought to Enid. 

Eugene stood to reach for her again. Just as he raised his hand, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Bianca launched from her seat. Everyone in the waiting room wheeled around towards the sound. Wednesday took off running. 

She skidded to a stop outside a curtained off bay, her boots leaving black marks on the floor. She ripped back the curtain to find Enid struggling on a bed, claws extended and fangs bared, being held down by multiple nurses as she thrashed and lashed out at them. Her shrieking mingled with distorted inhuman roars tearing from her throat, so violent Wednesday expected to see blood pouring from her mouth with it. 

Wednesday squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. She put on her best commanding voice and barked, “Sinclair!” 

Enid froze. The nurses finally pinned her limbs down as she stared wide-eyed at Wednesday, but it didn’t matter. She ceased her struggling the moment she saw Wednesday standing at the edge of the room. Tears welled in her eyes. 

“Wednesday?” she whispered. 

The young Addams waved everyone away with an authority that sent them scurrying like rats. Wednesday closed the curtains and went to Enid’s side, reaching out to clutch her bandaged hand as her claws finally retracted. She brushed her hair out of her face, although it really didn’t matter. 

Half of her face was covered in bandages with faint smudges of red seeping through them. Gauze wrapped her arms and peeked out from beneath the collar of her hospital gown, bruises and abrasions marring any skin left uncovered. She took short, shallow, rattling breaths as Wednesday stroked her cheek. She let her eyes close and leaned into the touch. Wednesday brushed away the tears trickling down her temples. 

She swallowed hard, remembering what Enid said their first week of knowing each other, about how she sucked at comforting people. She squeezed Enid’s hand and did her best:

“Tell me what hurts.” 

Enid only whimpered and nuzzled against her hand. She ran her fingers through tangled blond hair, watching Enid’s face relax under her ministrations. 

She tried again, gentler this time, and to her later utter embarrassment, took a page from her father’s book.

“Cara mia,” she cooed. Enid’s eyes opened at that. “Tell me what hurts.” 

Enid whined as her grip tightened on Wednesday’s hand. “Everything,” she muttered. 

Fury flooded her. A fire raged beneath her cold, rotted heart, searing up into her head and down to the tips of her fingers and toes, burning away any sense until all she could think of was tracking Tyler down and ripping him limb from limb with her bare hands. She decided then and there that no one, alive or dead, normie or outcast, with even the slightest perceived ill intent would ever get close to Enid again. 

She would kill for her. Die for her. Take the universe and tear the very fabric of it apart if Enid wished for a simple blanket to keep her warm. She would turn the earth beneath her feet into a fortress to shelter her from any storm, any siege, any attack that may come their way. Anything Enid asked, anything she wanted, Wednesday would give it. Anything to protect her and make her happy, whether it was within human power and possibility or not, she would do. 

Enid winced, bringing her back to her senses. She realized how tight she’d been holding the werewolf’s hand and the way her own trembled as she stroked her hair. Shifting her arm, she intertwined their fingers and held Enid’s hand over her heart. 

“I guess wolfing out doesn’t protect you from feeling everything when you change back,” said Enid. “Is my family here?” 

“No.”

Enid laughed, a weak, hollow sound. “Good. All my mother would care about is me finally wolfing out. Who else is here?”

“Eugene, Bianca, and Xavier.” 

“Ugh to everyone but Eugene.” 

It brought the smallest of smiles to Wednesday’s face, but with the way Enid’s face lit up from it, she knew she did something right. But it only stayed for a moment before her eyes turned aside and any humor slipped from her expression. Wednesday found herself trying to chase that happiness to bring it back. Part of her recoiled in disgust at that urge, but the rest begged to fall right into it. 

Enid choked on her words. “What about Tyler?”

“Shot, in chains, in an armored truck far away from here.” 

“Okay.” 

Wednesday nodded. She pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Enid’s hand. Enid let go and traced Wednesday’s jaw with shaking fingers. Wednesday kissed her palm, then her wrist, all the way down her arm until she pressed one lingering kiss to the corner of her lips. Enid’s face was bright red when she pulled back, eyes blown wide as she stared up at Wednesday in shock. Wednesday put her hand over her heart again. 

“I will never let anyone harm you again, darling one. Ever,” she vowed. She swiped her thumb across Enid’s bottom lip. “My shining sun. My star. I will protect you against everything wicked in this world. I am at your beck and call.” 

Enid made a startled sputtering noise before clearing her throat and cupping Wednesday’s cheek. “What does cara mia mean?” 

“My beloved.” 

“Call me that again.” 

Someone ruffled the curtain. Eugene’s voice came from the other side. “Wednesday? Enid? Mind if we come in?”

Wednesday looked to Enid. Enid nodded. “Come in,” she called. 

Eugene, Xavier, and Bianca filed into the room, joined by Yoko and a gaggle of other students, all grinning and waving to Enid. Wednesday’s face immediately fell into its usual disgusted, aloof mask as she stood, ready to stab everyone sans Eugene. 

Enid grabbed her sleeve. “Wednesday, no.”

“Wednesday, yes.”

“Wednesday,” she pressed. “Sit.”

She clenched one fist but obeyed Enid’s instructions anyway. Bianca snickered behind her hand, glancing Yoko’s way as the vampire mumbled “whipped” under her breath. 

A single squeeze of Enid’s hand kept Wednesday in her seat, but it didn’t stop her from glaring daggers at the two of them. And as Enid laughed and smiled with her friends, everyone going around wishing her well and congratulating her on the “badass fight” as so many put it, Wednesday sat dutifully by her side, holding her hand the entire time. 

#wenclair #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #eugene otinger #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay #yoko tanaka #mentions of injury #implied violence #tooth rotting fluff #so much fluff

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Hey, Jay, do you have any human pals? Or, well, maybe not pals, but people you’re somewhat OK with? If not, fair, I’m just curious.

Jay: Mon is pretty cool, she forgets a lot that she can’t touch my face, but i dont blame her- she knew me before… before my face I guess

#darkened stars #nemona #jay #exaggerated dreams #mentions of injury #tw injury #charcadet #nemona is Nurodivergent #she means no harm to Jay #sometimes in her impulse she forgets she cant touch his face #usually the reaction isnt this bad to her #its just cause Jay was sleeping

[bobattef]

Not my Loki

POV: You were in a (some what complicated) relationship with Sylvie. Due to being on the run from the TVA, you both got split up over different timelines. You tried pretending you were a hunter for the TVA so you’d be put on missions to help find her but your long term goal of returning to her side is knocked off its path as you start to fall for another Loki variant that was drafted in to help track down Sylvie also.

Möbius was sure this time, surer than sure that Sylvie was last spotted in 1977 London.

You had been through the 3rd time-jump door this evening alone, things were getting exhausting on this mission to find Sylvie but you promised yourself you’d never give up.

Walking the cobbled streets of London right now, you shuddered slightly at the cold.

“Can I offer you my jacket?” Loki was right beside you now after slowing his pace to drop back from Mobius. 

You smiled warily, he was always so kind to you since the moment you had met. 

Saving you from the bullying tactics of Renslayer on your very first day.

He was pretty much the sole reason why you were working so closely with Mobius and B15 now on the mission to track Sylvie. 

“I’m not sure it’ll quite fit over this armour” you looked up at him now as you both walked down another alley, following the other two.

Loki looked off into the distance, feeling slightly awkward.

He’d always liked you since the moment you had met.

He couldn’t quite explain the pull he had towards you, but you had always felt like ‘home’ to him.

He was forever grateful for your help in trying to locate Sylvie, he was in awe at how much you cared to find her but he didn’t know the real reason why. 

Möbius intuition was right.

Sylvie was here.

Her face was like some sort of lost puppy as you clocked eyes together down that dead-end alleyway.

You wanted to run to her.

Embrace her in your arms.

Run off together in the London fog but it felt like she tore your heart right out of your chest when she shouted at you.

“Stop trying to find me y/n!” 

“It’s not going to work” were her last words before stepping through another time jump door.

They cut like a knife.

Deep.

As the blade felt colder than the London night air that was now nipping away at your face as your tears ran down it.

Möbius and B15 only just catching up to you as the orange glow from the door disappeared fully.

“Argh so close!!” B15 threw her helmet down on the street in frustration.

“Did you get a reading on where she jumped to??” Möbius asked Loki but he hardly heard him speak. 

He was fixated on you. He couldn’t believe what he saw, what he heard.

You and Sylvie.

You were ready to risk it all. 

You wanted to jump through that door with her, he could see it in your eyes.

Those eyes that lit up when they laid upon Sylvie, he knew that look as his eyes did the same.

You were in love with her as much as he was in love with her.

***

You couldn’t possibly sleep.

Mobius told you all get some rest as another timeline jump has been a failure.

But all you kept seeing when you shut your eyes was her.

How could she do this.

You promised each other no matter what you’d stick together.

Yes your situation had its difficulties but you were happy to jump from timeline to timeline, live different lives week after week.

It was exciting.

Was…

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise Loki had joined you where you were sat now in the canteen.

The squeaking of the chairs metal leg on the tiled floor pulled you out of your daydream. 

“We need to talk” Loki says matter of factly as you stand from your chair now.

“No we don’t” you really didn’t want to get into this right now. 

You weren’t sure just how much he knew.

If he heard anything you and Sylvie said to one another.

He grabs you by your arm as you look down at him.

His eyes almost begging you to sit back down.

You feel something in the pit of your stomach as you return to your chair, sighing out loud so he would know the inconvenience.

Loki looks around the almost empty canteen. Time worked differently here at the TVA so there was no set meal times but, much to his relief, right now was quiet.

“What’s the deal?” He practiced this conversation a few times in his head on the way to see you but now he’s lost for words. 

You look at the floor and shrug.

“Y/n?…” he voice sounded desperate as you look up to his eyes now.

Usually they were curled up around his iconic smile but right now they were filled with sadness.

You swallowed hard as the look reminded you of Sylvie’s.

“Deal with what?” You snap back. Putting your guard up.

“You and…” Loki cuts off as another TVA personnel walks past your table, they nod their hello as you both fake a smile at them.

“There’s nothing to say Loki” you stop him from saying her name.

“But…what she said, the way she…looked at you” Loki lowers his voice to a whisper.

You cross your arms.

You really didn’t want to speak about it.

Especially to him.

He watched as you clenched your teeth together.

The muscles twitching alongside your jaw.

He often thought about having his mouth move along that delicate skin of yours, planting kisses down that same jawline.

Trailing them along your neck and…

He coughs, bringing his thoughts to a stop.

You look at him.

“There was… something” you emphasised on the something for use of a better word.

“But now there isn’t so…let’s drop it!” You smile at him but he knows it’s fake.

He almost lets out a laugh as it’s his turn to cross his arms over his chest. 

“And you didn’t want to say before because..”he tilts his head at you as you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

“Seriously??” You say a little too loudly as a few other workers look up from their lunches.

“What did you want me to say??” You whisper now.

“I’m really working undercover. I’m not a hunter. This is just an elaborate and desperate way of getting back too…”

Loki full on chuckles now causing you to cut off mid sentence.

“I meant…what about…us?” You chew your bottom lip, causing him to lose the amusement from his face.

“Is there an…us?” He asks you now as you look away.

You both sit in silence for a while, not knowing what to say.

Yes, there had been times where you and Loki shared moments.

Tighter hugs, lingering kisses on the cheeks or foreheads, you did flirt outrageously with him but most of the TVA staff did, it was the affect he had on others.

You never knew there was something growing on his side though, just assumed he was being normal ‘protective’ Loki.

Now as he stares at the ground out of embarrassment you realise it was a little more than that.

But what is it to be now?

Is Loki going to tell Mobius the truth about you?

You’d get kicked off the hunting team for sure but what will they do to you knowing you had been playing them all this time? 

Prune you?

You shudder at the thought.

“Look…” Loki reaches out to touch your hand resting on the table but thinks better of it and starts tapping his fingers against the shiny surface instead.  

“I won’t tell anyone about, you know” he says to you as you guess wether or not he’s been reading your thoughts. If he could even do that.

“But we do need to find Sylvie” 

“She doesn’t want to be found” your voice waivers slightly as you process your words.

“By you..” Loki says as you look at him in surprise at his outburst.

Suppose it was justified.

“But we still need to find her…the TVA does. We need to know what comes next…with he who remains and the branched timelines and…” Loki starts to word vomit as you watch his face.

He’s always been determined on finding Sylvie.

The whole team has but as he tells you these reasons why you see past them all.

You saw how his face dropped as you both watched Sylvie step through that time-jump door.

“You liked her too?” You say quietly to yourself as he stops mid conversation.

“What?!” He spluttered out.

“Sylvie…” you look up at him as you see his eyes close in realisation that you figured it out.

***

Beepbeepbeep 

The alarm blasting through the speakers above were draining on your ears.

You were in the locker room, gearing up.

Loki had kept his promise of not telling a soul.

You hadn’t worked out if it was a good or bad thing.

Good because, no pruning, yay!

But bad because it meant when that klaxon sounded, you were still pretty much a hunter and had to answer it.

You would avoid Loki on a mission.

He’d obviously be there for updates and instructions but where as before you’d be laughing and working closely together, right now it was awkward.

You both were obsessed with the same woman. 

That was complex enough but when you also had feelings for one another, it was too much to even think about.

“Alabama 1982…” B15 was reeling off the details of this mission as you both marched down the corridor to Möbius and Loki waiting by the time jump door.

“Sylvie was last spotted by one of our locaters working in a…McDonald’s? A restaurant it looks like. In a town in Alabama” your mind casts back to how you both would love a McDonald’s date.

Cheap food, made even cheaper the further back in time you would travel.

It was so cool to watch how it evolved over time.

What was weird was that she was ‘working’ in one but you had given up trying to guess her plans.

Seeing as you weren’t in them anymore.

“Remember suspect is highly dangerous and in no doubt armed” Mobius voice almost drowns out as he gives his usual heads up before a mission. 

You pull your helmet down further over your face as you cover the bottom half with the scarf.

You could feel Loki’s eyes on you the whole time as all 4 of you step through the door.

The orange flow from the time-jump door disappears into thin air as you take in your surroundings.

You were in a field, must of been the middle of the day as the sun beating down on you from above started heating up your armour.

You and B15 start to trudge through the long grass towards the yellow M sign of McDonald’s.

You feel Loki staring at the back of your head as he tries to work out what your motives are now Sylvie no longer wants you to rescue her.

What will you do if she is inside this restaurant.

Abandon the mission.

Help her escape.

Fight her perhaps?

He couldn’t work you out and that scared him.

You reached the car park of the restaurant now.

Mobius and B15 in low hushed voices as they planned 2 would go in the front and 2 round the back.

You squinted in the sunshine.

Deep in your thoughts.

Loki stands next to you now.

“Looks like we’re going through the front” he tells you not looking at you.

“This doesn’t feel right” you cut him off.

“Look, I know it’s far from ideal still doing what we are doing but we need to see the bigger picture here. Find Sylvie, locate he who remains and…”

“I mean this” you gesture to the almost full car park of this McDonalds, it was only a small restaurant on the out skirts of the town but it should of been buzzing inside going by the many vehicles parked up.

Meaning the restaurant should have been full also.

But you couldn’t hear a word from inside.

“An ambush?” Loki sounded worried now, working out where your thoughts were going.

“Guys, what’s up? We going in or?” B15 was always wanting to spring into action but you weren’t 100% convinced this was a normal set up.

“It’s too quiet” you tell her.

“Hmm you’re right…” Mobius sighs out as he pulls out a time pad from his pocket, putting in the co-orindates for the TVA, just in case you needed a quick exit.

You and B15 both pull out your time sticks.

Holding them up close to your chest you step inside.

Loki holds his breath as he hates watching you have to go in head on first.

The strategy was always you and B15 going in armed to see if the coast was clear, you’d both call back either it was or he’d hear the shouts from you as you stepped into a fight but this time there was nothing.

Worried and going completely against protocol, he swings open the door but isn’t prepared for the scene that was before.

You were ok, was his first sight.

Then he looked around, following your eye of vision as he laid his eyes upon every diner and worker that was inside slumped over on the tables, sprawled across the floor.

All fell after what seems to be a puncture wound or 5, their blood oozing out onto the shiny tiled floor.

“Oh my…” Mobius voice sounded choked making you look up at the both of them stood in the door way.

B15 almost gagged when she kicked over a fallen man to reveal a stab wound in his eye.

“This is…a massacre” she whispered out as you walked towards the counter, stepping  carefully over a young man that was against the serving table.

“How could she…” Mobius now sounded lost for words as you look up at him.

“You think Sylvie did this?!” You snap.

B15 scoffs.

“Who the hell else?!” She shouts.

“It’s not Sylvie….” You say but your voice trials off.

Your eyes find Loki’s as he tries to work you out.

He’s seen some horrible things whilst on this TVA journey of his.

And in his many years of life before it.

It was always common grounds for the loved ones to not believe what evil their spouses or family members were capable of but he could see it in your face.

He believed you.

This wasn’t Sylvie.

It definitely wasn’t her style.

You turn to face the counter once more, feeling tears start to sting your eyes as your brain whirls around.

If this wasn’t Sylvie then who was it. 

Who could commit such a horrific act inside this sleepy towns McDonalds.

You place your time stick down on the counter as you feel your arms start to shake.

Both with anger and of worry.

Was Sylvie alright?!

You lean against the tills now, your head dropping low as many what ifs circle your mind.

But as you glance downwards you see an arm raising up towards your face.

You feel the pain before you can even react to move out the way as a fist comes crashing down on your face.

You cry out as you stumble backwards slightly from the blow.

The mysterious person springs up from their hiding place holding a small pistol.

You go to shout to the others to take cover but your voice is turned into a scream as the searing  pain flies through your shoulder.

It feels hot, so hot.

As your head cracks on the tiled floor, your helmet luckily taking the brunt of it. 

Everything seems to move slow motion as just when shooter fires his shot, he’s thrown backwards into the shelving area by Loki’s magic as B15 runs toward him, time stick raised.

You try to lift your head to see if she had gotten him but it hurts.

The throbbing of your split lip and definitely fractured cheekbone competes with the searing pain in your shoulder.

“She’s been hit Mobius!! She’s been hit!” Loki’s voice sounded so scared as you bring your good arm up to apply some sort of pressure on your wound.

“I got her!!” Mobius was stood above you now.

“Help B15!!” He shouts at Loki as you’re not even sure where he was right now.

Mobius drags you to sit upright against the back of the chair.

You cry out at the pain shooting across your arm and face.

“Medi kit?!” Mobius barks at you as you lift one of your hips up slightly, revealing the small first aid box that was strapped to the thigh of every Hunter in the TVA.

He wastes no time at grabbing the pain relief shot, ordering you to bite down into the plastic coating as he pops it into your mouth.

The sour taste of the medicine bursting and making its way into your blood system causes you to gag.

You never actually had to take one before and thankfully as it was the most disgusting thing.

Using the small pocket knife you had on your utility belt, Möbius cuts open your sleeve to where the bullet had penetrated your skin.

“This is going to hurt” he quickly tells you before shoving two fingers into your wound.

You want to scream but you’re cut off by hearing another man’s scream.

You glance up to see where it came from as you spot Loki walking towards you all smug.

“How am I supposed to cuff him when you’ve just snapped his arm?!” B15 calls out as you smile faintly at him.

Loki’s smile quickly disappears when he sees your bloodied lip and bruising appearing on your pretty face.

“You ok?” He almost can’t talk as you bite your already swollen lip to stop yourself from crying out.

After confirming the bullet had come back out, Mobius applies the quick fill gel you had in your medi kit to close up the wound.

It was only a temporary fix while those that were injured, got to the medical bay back at the TVA without bleeding out.

“I’ll kill him” Loki told you matter of factly as Möbius rolls his eyes at him.

“Kill our only suspect and lead to get to Sylvie?” He says as he shakes his head at the god of mischief being so dramatic.

“It’s only a scratch” he smiles at you trying to cheer you up.

You cough as he makes you laugh.

“Come on, we need to get him detained” he says as B15 walks over to you all, dragging the shooter behind her “and you, to a medical bay” he places a hand on your shoulder, you wince as he apologies for touching you in that one area.

Loki snakes an arm around the back of you as his other lifts you by your legs.

“What…what are you doing??” You splutter out.

“I was… going to carry you” he says as if it was the most obvious thing.

“I can walk” you tell him, avoiding his eye contact as you feel your cheeks heat up at the way he clutches you so close to his chest. 

“Ok” he sighs out as he lowers your feet back onto the floor.

“But I’m holding you up” he tells you as he keeps the arm he had placed round your back.

You don’t realise how much you needed his help as you practically leaned against his body the whole way through the jump door and onto the bed the nurses had waiting for you back at the TVA. 

***

The heaviness of your eyes were too much to fight. You felt yourself slipping into a dream as you laid on the hospital bed.

The medical facilities the TVA had always blew your mind.

So clever and so advance yet it was still the same old few stitches in your arm and a cold compress on your face what the doctor had ordered.

At least you felt next to no pain now.

“I’m sorry…” Loki lures you from your slumber but you keep your eyes shut.

“…I didn’t realise you were sleeping, ill, I’ll come back later” the shyness in his voice causes you to open your eyes slowly.

“I’m awake” you smile weakly as you sit up.

“What are you doing? Lay back down” Loki stands next the bed now as he fluffs the pillow a few times.

“I’m fine Loki” you laugh at him.

“Are you?” He asks.

“I mean, minus the hole in my arm and the smashed up face, yeah” you joke but he doesn’t laugh.

“Y/N I’m sorry, i didn’t react in time, I wasn’t quick enough, it just happened so quickly, I, I panicked” he starts mumbling but you reach out for his hand with your un bandaged one.

“Don’t be silly Loki, no one would have known what was going to happen…we got him, that’s the important part….” You squeeze his hand now.

“He is still alive right?” You smile up at him as he avoided your gaze.

“You didn’t kill him did you?” You say as he looks up at you.

“No” he smiles now “I wanted to…still do” he says not letting go of your hand.

You both stay with your fingers entwined with each other, you don’t find it as awkward as you would have before when you would accidentally brush past each other.

Loki stares at your split lip, the wound had closed up but it was still red and swollen. 

Trailing his eyes up the the bruising of your cheeks, he has a different set of emotions now.

It infuriates him that you were so hurt, he feels like taking you into his arms, wrapping himself around to you protect you from this.

To promise you he’ll never let anyone hurt you again.

He seems to be lost in his thoughts as he doesn’t realise you had asked him a question but instead of asking you to repeat it, he places his lips on yours.

You take a fair few seconds to catch on what was happening right now.

Was he kissing you?

There wasn’t much movement in this kiss, it was more your lips were just pressed together but as you close your eyes to be lost to it, he darts his tongue out.

You weren’t too sure that you should kiss him back but once he added his tongue to the mix, you shredded any doubts and mimicked his movements.

Your lips stung as your cheekbones throbbed under the force of Loki’s mouth on you but you didn’t care.

He places a hand behind the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you deeper.

Your one free hand goes to rest on the waistband of his trousers as you indistinctly pull him in closer to you.

The urgency in you causes him groan into your mouth as your thoughts race to having him devour you right here on the hospital bed.

“A-hem!” The sound of B15 clearing her throat cause your eyes to fly open in fear.

You almost push Loki away from you as he sighs out his frustration at being stopped.

“Möbius is about to interrogate the guy from the restaurant…” she tells you both looking at you more than Loki.

You nod as you had no words.

“If you’re not too other wise occupied?” She looks at Loki now as he exhales a laugh.

She turns on her heels and walks out the medical bay, you feel a long ass lecture is coming your way from your counterpart.

Adjusting his belt buckle and straightening his jacket slightly, Loki watches you as you jump down from the edge the bed.

You shuffle your boots back on and ask him to pass you your jacket that was hanging on the back of the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks you genuinely intrigued.

“To the interrogation room” you say matter of factly.

“What? No!” Loki snaps “you are to stay in bed and rest, you’re not coming to the…”

“What? No!” You find yourself repeating him.

“I need to know who that guy is, what he was doing there, if he saw…” Loki now cuts you off.

Pushing you backwards til you sit back on the end of the bed.

“You’re staying here, you’re going to rest, and then when I’m done questioning this guy, I’ll come back and tell you all about it” he taps you on both your shoulders, you wince slightly as your shoulder throbbed.

“See…you’re in no fit state to be in the same room as him” Loki gloats at you as he knows he’s right. He places a kiss on the top of your head as you glare at him walking out the door.

As soon as that door clicked closed behind Loki, you jumped back onto your feet, awkwardly placing one arm through your Hunter jacket whilst draping the other side over your bandaged up shoulder.

You make your way to the interview room that was attached to the interrogation cell.

Loki told you weren’t in no fit state to be in the same room as your shooter but he never said anything about being in the room next door to him.

You were surprised B15 was stood in there also.

Expecting her to be in the cell doing the questioning with the other two.

You avoid her gaze as you stand next to her, staring through the one way mirror out to where your suspect was sat, with Mobius and Loki before him.

“What was that back there?” She asks you, still looking forward.

“Nothing” you shrug.

“Hmmm” she crosses her arms now “didn’t look like nothing to me” 

You don’t say anything else.

You felt embarrassed she had walked in on you and Loki playing tonsil tennis but you also didn’t have an answer for her.

What was this? Even you didn’t know.

Interrogations are long.

The suspects always long out questions, choosing silence over answering anything. 

You were leaned up against the wall of the interview room now, the tiredness from earlier on catching up with you.

B15 comes back inside with a caffeine beverage for you.

She doesn’t say a word as you say your thanks.

You weren’t exactly friends, more like work colleagues that happened to be put on the same missions over and over again so you did create some sort of a relationship with her.

But things were definitely strained right now in the tiny confines of that room. 

You want to say something more to her but the opening of the door once more stops you in your tracks.

It was Loki.

“I went to check on you in bed and…” he says to you as he runs a hand through his hair, totally annoyed.

“Surprised?” You grin at him sarcastically.

“Not one bit…however I think you’re wasting valuable resting time. He’s not talking and you’re not healing” he stares down his nose at you now, knowing he’s right.

“Oh Loki, it’s only a scratch” you tease him as B15 scoffs at your obvious flirting.

“By a bullet!” Loki snaps.

“Yes…by a bullet but he got a lucky shot!” You quip back.

“Purely getting the one part of me that wasn’t covered by my armour” you roll your eyes at the stupid design of your Hunter armour being so gappy at the shoulders.

“Hmm..a little too much of a lucky shot” you say working something out.

If you had taken a hit anywhere else, the bullet of ricocheted off you, you would have still be stood on your feet in front of the shooter as you could have attacked him back.

But he aimed for your shoulder knowing it wasn’t covered.

“He’s a hunter” you whisper out.

“What?” B15 can’t seem to work out what you said.

“He knew where to hit! He knew where our armour was at it’s weakest” you tell her as you poke the hole that was in her armour now.

“Ow!”

“See!” You turn to face Loki now as he understands your point.

“Not every one knows about the gappy armour! You literally put the chest piece on separately from the arm piece” you look between them both as your clarify your point.

“He’s a hunter” you say out loud as you look at the man still sat in the middle of the cell next door.

***

#loki x reader #loki series #tva loki #marvel #pov #fluff #mentions of injury

[itsaash]

[podfic] Let's Get Physical, by WrappedUp

I read this fic and immediately knew I wanted to record it! (honestly there's so many of wrappedup's that are on the to-do wishlist)

✨ listen here ✨ As @wrapped-up says in the author's note - Remus doesn't like himself much in this, but I find it very relatable, and even if we can't all have Sirius Black as a personal trainer, maybe just pretending a bit can help too. In fact, I might go do some pilates right now 💪

#podfic #wolfstar #sirius/remus #personal trainer Sirius #mentions of injury #to poor Remus of course #internalized fatphobia #1 hour long

[hummingbird-of-light]

Round 2: Fourteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: A Father's Nightmare

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Chris Scott, Leah McCoy

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott & Chris Scott, Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy

Rating: T

Words: 717

Prompt: Bedside Vigil

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Injury, Coma

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ A Father's Nightmare ~

"Oh, Chris..."

Fresh tears streamed down Robert "Robbie" Scott's face as he gently squeezed his son's hand.

He had spent several hours just sitting next to the young man's hospital bed, hoping for him to finally open his eyes. But there was still no sign of it going to happen.

Chris had fallen into a coma. There had been an accident at work, leaving him with a terrible head injury. When the ambulance had arrived at the hospital, chances had been very high that he wouldn't make it, but the doctors and nurses had done everything in their power and had managed to stabilize him.

Robbie closed his eyes, wiping away the tears with his wrist, and let out a deep sigh. It was every parent's worst nightmare to lose their child and he had been so close to it becoming his reality. A reality he wouldn't be able to live in. And the danger wasn't over yet.

Silently, Robbie listened to the steady beeping of the monitors, showing him that Chris was still alive and breathing. If the pace would change only the slightest bit, he was ready to call for a doctor. He wouldn't leave his wee lad alone.

"Robbie?"

A soft voice coming from the door caught the Scotsman's attention and he opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see who had stepped into the room.

A weak smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Of course it could only be one person.

"Leah..."

The nurse was standing in the doorway, two cups in her hands. She gave her boyfriend a sympathetic look as she made her way over to the free chair next to him and sat down.

"Here. I thought that you could use a cup of tea."

She carefully handed Robbie one of the cups and he took it from her with a grateful nod.

"Aye. Thanks, mo chridhe."

His eyes wandered back to his unconcious son and the smile he had given Leah quickly faded.

"I still cannae believe it," he whispered, new tears filling his eyes. He looked towards the ceiling, trying to blink them away.

"I know, Robbie. I can't even imagine how hard this is for you, but... I'm here for you."

Leah grabbed his arm and gave it a squeeze, hoping to somehow be able to spend her love some comfort.

And she would never understand just how much it really meant to Robbie to have her at his side. She was the light he had searched for for so long. She was everything he could have hoped to find after his first wife had left him and Chris behind. Even though it had taken years for them to meet, he was so grateful to have her at his side these days.

And therefore he could be honest with her.

"I'm," his voice broke and he had to clear his throat to start again. "I'm so scared, Leah."

His voice was trembling and he kept his eyes fixed on Chris as he spoke out the truth.

"I'm so scared that I'll lose him. I'm scared that he'll never open his eyes again. The thought of never hearing his voice again, never getting a chance to talk him again, scares me to death."

His rambling went on and on and only when Leah's arms wrapped around him did the Scotsman finally stop talking.

"Shh, I know. I know that this is scary for you. I can see how much it hurts you. But you can't give up hope, sweetie. Chris needs you. He needs you to talk to him and tell him that everything's going to be just fine. He needs you to tell him that he has to be a fighter."

Robbie's eyes stared at his son's face as he listened to all the things Leah told him. She was right. His boy needed him. He needed a strong father who was only hoping for the best possible outcome of the situation.

"He... he will make it. Ye'll make it, Chris."

Chris Scott would open his eyes. Maybe it would take hours or days, but Robbie was sure that his son would wake up. And he'd be there when it happened. Just like Leah would. Her light would shine for both of them.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: bedside vigil #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #chris scott #leah mccoy #robbeah #whump #angst #mentions of injury #coma

[angelwiththeblue-box]

rating stair related injuries based on how embarrassing they are

falling down the stairs - 2/10 very embarrassing is only caused by you being a clumsy idiot. entirely self inflicted plus you always look dumb

falling up the stairs - 3/10 you tripped. dumb and embarrassing. bonus point because it can be funny for other people to watch

falling through stairs - 7/10 it’s the stairs fault, plus you could get cool scars and possibly discover a new room. loses points for possible rat bites

getting stuck falling through stairs - 5/10 similar situations to above but you get stuck halfway. embarrassing. your legs are dangling and you can’t do anything and risk getting more injured, so you have to wait until someone helps, likely paramedics. embarrassing.

getting pushed over a railing - 9/10 this only happens if you are a henchman in an action movie but it means you get thrown over by a conventionally attractive main character and a cool story. loses a point for possibility of breaking your neck

something gets caught on a railing - -1000/10 literally the worst thing to ever happen ever. this happens in a public space i cease to exist

let me know if i missed any and i will add to this list

#this came to me in a vision #val rambles #these are all correct btw #i will not be taking criticism #stairs #injury #tw bones #mentions of injury

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 6

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Hello everyone! Chapter 6!

time to explore more of the world!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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I blinked and slowly woke up, seeing a wooden ceiling.

My head felt heavy and my thoughts foggy.

Did I fall off the mast?

“Whhuh?”

I tried to sit up but a somewhat webbed hand forced my head back onto the pillow.

“Please stay on the bed for now, we don't know how exactly you will react to Rimkir root so don't move”

What root? And reacting to it?

My vision was still blurry and my head foggy but I felt like I was in the wrong place.

“Wha hapn?”

I felt extremely confused, the last thing i could recall was, uhh..

Oh right, sitting on top of the mast and having a FUCKING Panic attack!

I tried to sit up but the half webbed hands shoved me down again.

“I said to stay put! Does nobody ever listen to medical advice? You're just as bad as Ronan!”

I blearily looked up at the person I could now identify as Imik.

And I had almost forgotten that Ronan was also somewhere in the ship.

“Wha? Did he wake up? Wait what happened to me? Why am I not on the mast anymore?”

Imik looked tired, at least from what I could see and I suddenly felt bad.

It wasn't their fault, they shouldn't have to deal with my shit.

“He woke up a few hours ago, He's better now but tried to walk around right away. 

I ended up tucking the blankets so tight that he can't move anymore.

As for you, well you had a pretty bad panic attack.

We ended up sedating you so we could get you down from Jamie's nest, which was kind of a logistical nightmare.

Do you feel any better now?”

Sedating me? Was that what the sweet smelling thing had been?

“Uh, im better now, my brain foggy tho”

Imik absentmindedly nodded and then bent down to fetch something from the floor.

He then handed me a big glass filled with clear water.

“Drink something, I'll have to go and see if Ronan managed to wiggle out of the bed, but you can just yell if you need anything else”

With that he left and I was alone in a small room that definitely belonged to someone else.

There were knicknacks strewn about and half a shirt looked out of a chest that had been shoved into a corner, making it look like the wooden thing was sticking its tongue out.

I stared at the glass, wondering whose room I was in, judging by the sizing of things it definitely wasn't Jamie’s, if they even had a normal room aside from the nest thing.

Whatever, I smelled the water to make sure it wasn't salty before slowly drinking it.

My brain still felt a little foggy but compared to the panic attack I preferred it.

I laid back on the bed and just stared at the ceiling for a while.

All of this sucked, like a LOT.

Man, I wanted home!

I kept laying there for half an hour feeling extremely bored.

At least until I heard footsteps on the other side of the apparently rather thin wooden wall if the sound of voices was anything to go by.

“...-anic attacks really suck, what are we supposed to do if he gets another one?” “Well for one not let him climb the mast again! What was the big idea for that anyway?” “It wasn't my Idea! I think he wanted to climb it out of curiosity!”

“And you let him? No wait, I bet you even taunted him for every mistake he made while climbing!”

“So what?”

“Guys, calm down”

“So what? SO WHAT? You keep egging people on! On the stupidest of things! I swear one of these days someone is going to jump in an underwater volcano because of you!”

“I assume im being ignored for the sake of anger once again”

“No, that's just not true! Unlike most people I've met, I know when to stop!” “Really? You do? What about the time you-‽  MMPh!”

“That was one time! You're really gonna harp on THAT Forever?”

“Jamie take your foot out of Imiks face please”

Okay what was going on out there?

I stood up and went to the door, opening it to a rather comedic sight.

Jamie had their clawed foot in Imiks face and squished his cheeks while Imik gripped Jamie's arm and tried to push them away to no avail.

Also I was pretty sure the position they were in was only possible due to Jamies weird legs seeing as they were both rather contorted and tried to strangle each other.

They froze when tha saw me in the position they were in, with Jamie half of the ground, foot in Imiks face and Imik trying to wrestle Jamie away.

Also Akeem was behind them.

Both Jamie and Imik looked at me.

“Ignore this!” “Didn't I tell you to rest?”

Came it from them in unison.

“It's a bit hard to rest when you guys are so loud, what are you even doing?”

They let go of each other, Jamie somehow not falling over.

“Nothing important!”

They said at the same time only to be suddenly grabbed and lifted off the ground by Akeem, leaving their legs dangling out of reach of the floor.

“Apologies Donovan, we will stop bothering you now”

I just stared at him for a second.

Then Jamie wriggled around and started scratching his face with their clawed feet, creating the sound of cat claws on a tile floor.

Despite the assault on his face he didn't even flinch, or blink.

Must be nice to be able to not give a single fuck about that.

“Uh, okay? I do feel better now, how's Ronan?”

Imik pointed two doors down the hall before he and Jamie were dragged away by Akeem.

Jamie still trying to scratch his face unsuccessfully.

Well, that was weird. 

I walked to the door Imik had pointed at and knocked softly.

I felt better now and just laying around was not doing me any favors, Might as well see how Ronan is doing.

“Ronan? Are you awake?”

I heard some rustling sounds and a dull thump, What the hell was he doing?

“Door is unlocked! You can come in!”

Of course the door was unlocked, scatterbrained as he was.

I slowly opened it and saw Ronan lying on the bed, only half under the covers and with his feet on the headrest.

So the sounds I had heard were him jumping back into bed.

He looked at me confusedly.

“Oh, uh, Donovan? You're… smaller”

Oh right, last he saw of me was when I turned Giant to transport him out of the Eel pit.

“Yep, it's me, how are you? 

The eel bites looked nasty, do you feel any better?”

He nodded despite the weird angle he was laying in.

“I feel better! Still incredibly sore though, and there is one nasty bite on my lower arm! Look at it!”

He held his arm up and began undoing the bandages.

I looked on for a second in shock before swiftly walking up to him and stopping him by holding his free arm away from the bandages.

“I believe you! I think you should let the bandages stay on, if you're so keen on showing me you can just get me the next time you change them okay?”

He looked disappointed but relented luckily.

“Sooo how come you're smaller? And two legged? OH! Can you shapeshift into anything else? And how do you do it? Can you use magic? If so, what kind?”

I was taken aback a little by the wall of questions he threw at me.

“Can you maybe ask one question at a time? I barely remember the first one you asked!”

He stopped talking and blinked confusedly.

“Oh sorry! So should I start again but slower?”

I looked at him with a deadpan face.

“As far as i know you should be resting, and i'm pretty sure i heard you running around, i just came in here to see how you're doing”

“Oh come on! I'll be fine! Ain't the worst that's happened to me! And I was just at the window! I wanted to let Imugi know I'm better!”

As nice as wanting to tell his Sea Serpent that he was okay now was he really shouldn't run around with what was essentially a lot of small lightning damage.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, still not feeling all that good myself yet.

“Five questions, but then you have to promise to rest as long as Akeem says”

Akeem seemed the most level headed out of them so this seemed reasonable to me, besides I did not want Ronan to injure himself further.

His face seemed to light up at the prospect of getting to ask Five questions though and I felt like I'd regret that soon enough.

“Okay! Deal! Soo first question uhhh, 

OH! How many forms can you shapeshift into?”

At least he picked an easy one for the first question.

“Three, the fuzzy green thing you saw, which is called an Ardua by the way, the Giant one and this human sized one, that's all”

“What? Only that? Man and here I was hoping for a cool dragon or something! 

So wait, I just remembered you barely ate anything as the… Ardua you called it? Do the plants on your back do photosynthesis? And can you use their energy?

Question number two, and quite an observant one, especially for a scatterbrained guy like him.

“Yes to both of those, like plants i can get get energy from sunlight if i'm in that form, which is pretty practical”

His eyes went wide and he started fiddling with the blanket.

“Ohhh! Man that must be awesome to not need to eat! 

If Imik didn't remind me I'd forget it sometimes!

Okay next question, number three right?

Your Giant form looked really tall! Any idea how tall exactly?”

How tall? Well he was in luck that had just been very recently measured.

“According to Jamie who measured me out of Boredom i'm forty five feet tall, no idea if that's accurate though”

“Forty five??? Fuck that's really tall! And I doubt Jamie made a mistake in measuring, they helped in the past measuring things in the past and it was always pretty accurate, so it's probably correct!”

So Jamie was right about me being forty five feet tall,  good to know that I was garbage at estimating my own height.

“Okay question four! Uhhh, what's your preferred form? Like the fuzzy one? Or the Giant one? Which one?”

My favorite form? Hmmm, each had their advantages and drawbacks.

The Ardua form looked scary and had no thumbs, the Giant one was strong but didn't fit in a house, The human form did fit in a house but was comparatively weak.

“Uhh to be honest no idea, they all have their advantages and drawbacks like, the fuzzy one does not have thumbs, the Giant one is too big for a lot of things, and the human sized one is weak compared to the other two.

I guess i like the Ardua form for sleeping though, in that form even sleeping on the floor is somewhat comfy”

He nodded wildly and seemed to think for a moment.

“Okay, Question number five, How do you shift? Is it like magic? Or more Biologically? I've seen Merfolk that can change their tail into legs and back! Is it like that?”

Of course that's what he HAD to ask, ugh, but I told him I'd answer five questions so that's what i was gonna do, not like he could use the bracelet anyway.

I held up the arm with the bracelet and tapped it.

“Don't tell anyone but this thing lets me shift, and no you can't use it, it's locked to the genetic code or whatever Oakley called it, meaning if anyone without the necessary genes puts it on they will die.

So do NOT under any circumstances put it on, you hear me?” He nodded, gaze transfixed on the reflective material of the bracelet.

“That is so cool! 

As soon as we're back to base you have to show me all the forms!”

Well, that went better than expected, at least he wasn't asking to wear it himself but maybe the warning did come across to his brain properly.

“I'm fine with that, the sooner we get there the sooner you get to poke at the forms and the sooner I can get back home!” He nodded frantically, nearly tearing holes in his blanket with his nails.

“Oh if you help me to the window I can tell Imugi to go extra fast! And tell her I'm fine! I didn't quite make it to the window before you came in…”

He admitted and I rolled my eyes, this guy's self preservation was Garbage at best.

“Alright, just don't complain to me when your wounds reopen!”

“Oh don't worry! I have a high pain tolerance!”

That comment made me think back to Fable,  the poor guy also had no idea what happened to me.

God, I missed him as well.

“That does not sound as reassuring as you think!”

He just shrugged and I helped him stand up by slinging one of his arms over my shoulder, idly noting he was about the same height as me.

Then I slowly maneuvered him to be right next to the window which he immediately opened.

“IMUGI!”

There was an excited whistle click sound and suddenly Imugi was in front of the bullseye shaped window which was too small to let her fit her head in.

Not that she didn't try tough.

Ronan just stuck his hand out instead.

“I'm fine girl, and I'd be even better the faster we reach home. 

Can you be a dear and bring us to Kariba Island as fast as possible?”

Imugi made a weird sound that was a mix of chirping and whistling and dived under and out of sight again.

Only a moment later there was a tug on the boat and I could literally feel how we went faster.

I held onto Ronan so he wouldn't fall over.

“Man she's fast! And she's towing the entire boat!” Ronan laughed at that.

“Yes! She can hold that tempo for quite some time as well! You should see her zoom around without being tied to the boat! I even made a saddle! I keep falling off though so I gotta tinker on it still!”

I wasn't sure what surprised me more, that the Sea serpent could hold this tempo for an entire day or that Ronan made an entire fucking saddle for her.

Okay the saddle somehow surprised me less, and even less that he still had to tinker on it.

“A saddle? Really? I hope you can hold your breath well then! 

Now let's get you back to bed”

He grinned and nodded, half hanging over my shoulder like a wet cat.

“Fine by me! A deal is a deal! And I got to tell Imugi I'm fine so that's even better!”

I gently guided him back to bed and set him on it properly, not the weird upside down thing he did before. 

“Oh before you go! Could you hand me a book to read? Its so fucking boring just laying around!”

While talking he pointed at a closet that was built into the wall of the room with lockable drawers.

The keys for it were on a hook right next to it that was bent so much the ship would have to be upside down for them to fall off.

I took the keys and opened the drawer he had pointed at, seeing a total of ten books, picking two random ones I chucked them on the bed where Ronan immediately grabbed them like a possessive drake.

“Thanks! Finally less boredom! Also I hope when we get there we'll find a way to get you back to your friends!”

I stopped for a moment where I was in the doorway.

“Thank you for helping, now just focus on getting better Imugi had looked so sad when you got Injured!”

That seemed to surprise him.

“She did? Ough, I gotta apologize for that later to her!”

“Not only her, Jamie, Akeem and Imik where also worried as fuck!”

With that i left the room and closed the door behind me.

Man, what a chaotic bunch, but at least we were closer to that Kariba island now. 

Maybe I should ask them if they got a map of the island?

Knowing what it looked like might be nice.

On the way back to the deck I ran into Jamie, who immediately grabbed my arm with one of their bird leg claws, and dragged me along.

Man they were strong for someone so small, first getting dragged into the nest and now I was forced to keep up while they only hopped forwards on one leg.

“You GOTTA see what Island we are going past right now! And it's just the right season too!”

Island? Right season? What?

“Wait a second, what do you mean? 

Why are you dragging me to see an island? 

Are we going to stop there?”

They just shook their heads, dragging me onto the deck and towards the railing.

“Nah, we ain't gonna stop! So that's why you have to look now!”

Well, I had no idea what this was about if we weren't even stopping at that island but I still looked if only to stop Jamie from digging their claws in even more.

The island we were sailing past was VERY colorful and looked to be completely overgrown by every flower possible in this climate, giving it an almost unreal appearance.

“How many flowers are there? And how come they all grow there?”

Jamie just grinned widely, showing a pair of dull fangs.

“Ha! I knew the guy with plants on his back would like this! 

Apparently some odd years ago a ship that was supposed to bring lots of rare flower seeds to who knows where got stranded on the island and broke in two! 

The seeds were just left there and at some point started growing!”

All the flowers were from a single shipwreck? 

Wow, I was almost tempted to ask them to stop the boat so I could try and get some for Robin but that would mean wasting even more time.

Suddenly a webbed hand grabbed the railing from outside,  heaving the attached body onboard again.

It was, of course, Imik.

He also had a little burlap bag slung over his shoulder.

“I found some seeds that were waterproof packaged! Part of the wreck is actually still there! Just underwater!”

Man Imik had to be a fast swimmer to get there and back while we drifted past it, the island wasn't really all that big even.

He then reached into the bag and tossed me a little thumb sized box made out of bronze, shaking it I could hear lots of little things hit against each other.

“Here! You can have one! I doubt those contain any plant that's not already growing on the island!”

“Oh, uh, thank you, I actually know someone that would love this!”

He grinned, which showed a mouth full of shark-like teeth, and gave a thumbs up.

“Great! I myself am quite bad at keeping plants alive for longer than a week anyway!”

He then speed walked away to the door into the ship,  his webbed feet making a weird plap, plap noise as he walked.

Yep, chaotic bunch.

I stowed the thumb sized box away in the little bag that already contained the fossilized sea star for Fable.

Looking back at the island I noticed Jamie had used their claws to hold onto the railing and squat down like a bird would.

They really looked like a chicken right now with the way they sat on the wood.

I decided not to mention it and instead watch the flower island until it was out of sight.

It was really pretty, man I wished my friends could see this, Especially Robin! He'd love this!

At some point Jamie walked off,  going back up the mast to be the lookout again.

The island was out of sight now, Imugi was really fast, and strong, so i had nothing to do now.

I had already checked in on Ronan, Jamie was back up the mast and I was absolutely NOT climbing that again.

Maybe I could ask Akeem or Imik for something to do? Oh wait, Imik wanted to show me how to properly hold my breath for a really long time!

Then we got interrupted by the chaos on the eel island and kinda forgot.

Not to mention the fact I had a panic attack.

Yep, not fun.

I walked through the door I had seen Imik disappear into and found myself in a room filled with shelves and boxes, all nailed or screwed down so they would fall over should the ship be hit by a bigger wave.

The shelves themself were so constructed that they had drawers instead of bare wood to place things on, and every single one was lockable in a way that would prevent them from sliding open unprompted.

Quite an architectural feat in my opinion, and considering that Imik mentioned he was a treasure hunter they were probably filled with various things he brought up from the sea floor.

“Looking for something specific?”

I startled and turned around, coming face to face with the Merling.

“Oh, uh, kinda? You said you would show me how to hold my breath for a really long time?”

“Oh right, I did! Good timing, I was just getting bored again after stashing my new stuff!”

I was then dragged along for the second time today, but this time I was led to a more open space in the middle of the room which had a carpet nailed down on it that seemed to be made out of seaweed.

Remembering last time I had gotten a short instruction I sat down on the carpet while Imik did the same opposite of me.

“Okay where were we last time? Like what did I already tell you?”

“Uh, you told me to like, calm down and slow my heartbeat?”

He nodded, at least I had gotten that right.

“Apnea is about expanding the capacity of your lungs. 

At a depth of 30 meters, the lungs are only 25% of their actual size, so With diaphragmatic and lateral lung breathing, more air can be inhaled! 

And if you slow your heart down and are calm your body uses less air!

Fantastic isn't it?”

I had understood maybe half of what he was saying, but he'd probably show me anyway.

Yep. I was right in that as he started to explain how to control one's breathing among some other things.

And thus the day was spent learning how to do various breathing exercises.

While unusual it wasn't as boring as one would have thought, At one point I had to hold my breath while Imik tried to get me to laugh or poked at me.

Apparently that was to make sure I wouldn't spit all the air out should a fish startle me.

While probably true he seemed to have a good time with it, and it was a little funny

He had also been positively surprised when I told him about the only breathing thing I knew, to calm someone from a panic attack.

He immediately jotted it down in a random notebook.

We continued with that until the door was slammed open and Jamie waltzed in.

“AY! Dinner time you idiots!”

Already?, though, looking actually outside showed the sun was way lower than before. 

We really had spent all day with the Apnea diving thing huh?

Well, i did feel like i made some progress, like being able to hold my breath for about seven minutes now, Maybe more, we didn't have a clock.

Whatever, maybe now they had something to eat that wasn't sandwiches.

No they did not, and by now the bread was either stale or soggy again, somehow.

I politely declined under the guise that since I had plants on my back in Ardua Form I didn't need to eat anyway.

That and I didn't want to use more of their resources than I already did.

And so I got out of eating stale sandwiches, for now at least.

“Are you not a fan of sandwiches?” Asked Ronan then, gnawing on his own rather stale bread with what was probably marmalade.

“Well, depends, and not everyday for sure, don't you have anything else on board?

Since I had gotten onto the boat the only thing they had to eat were those sandwiches, which couldn't be healthy.

“Well, the dude that cooks had to stay home cuz he broke his ribs!”

Interjected Jamie nonchalantly while grabbing another bread.

“What?” “Yeah! The crane we have on board was getting some heavy box up and somehow slammed him into the wall! Apparently the pressure of being squished between the crate and the wall just snapped some of his Bones a few months ago! 

Good thing we know a pretty okay doc!”

I was just staring at Jamie who told a story like that completely nonchalantly.

Yeah, these guys had a few screws loose, maybe even used them to keep the boat together.

“Oh, well, I hope he gets well soon?”

I said awkwardly, not really knowing what to do in such a situation.

“Eh, Yamet is fine, next time he can go back on the ship as well! I bet he's incredibly bored though!”

At least that was nice, but man these guys were crazy.

Oh well, better not say anything about it.

Though if they made such jokes this Yamet guy was probably fine.

Probably.

The only somewhat calm dinner of stale bread and possibly moldy marmalade was interrupted by a loud boom and an impact that shook the entire ship.

What? What was happening?

The entire crew had already sprung up and hasted to a variety of places, Jamie back up the mast, Akeem and Imik got entire fucking Cannons.

Ronan was already nowhere to be seen and I had no idea where he went.

Hopefully back inside as it appeared we were under attack.

Not really knowing what to do, I walked over to where Akeem and Imik were, already stuffing a cannonball into the cannon to fire back.

Not knowing how to operate a cannon or even how to help, I tried to get a glance on what was attacking us, which turned out to be another ship.

Pirates? As far as I knew they were a big enough Problem that Rikaad had wanted to deal with it himself.

Worse was that the enemy boat was bigger than ours and probably had more people.

Imik and Akeem fired their cannon and managed to hit the low side of the enemy ship.

Unfortunately we got hit again, the ship going very lopsided for a moment and I could hear a weird screech.

Looking up I saw it was Jamie, who was upside down and held on to the outermost piece of the mast with a clawed foot.

Oh fuck, they'd fall in at any moment!

Leaving the experts to man the cannon, I ran to the other side of the ship, only seeing out of the corner of my eye that apparently Imugi had rammed the other boat, causing some of the men on board to freak out at being attacked from a sea monster.

Man, I hoped they wouldn't shoot at Imugi.

Unlikely though.

I was positioned at the railing, still not anywhere near Jamie and thus not able to catch them as they fell, another cannonball impacting at the same time and causing the crane to fall overboard where Jamie was just moments ago.

Being horribly reminded of what had happened to me not that long ago when the mast crashed onto my own head I jumped in after Jamie, shifting while jumping and inhaling as much air as I could, doing as Imik had shown me.

I dived down after Jamie, seeing that one of their legs had gotten tangled in a rope from the crane and they were desperately trying to get it loose.

I managed to swim after them right as they went past an underwater cliff, the top part of the crane scraping against the rock with an unpleasant noise.

Not having thumbs currently I simply bit into the crane, not like it would be usable anymore anyway.

Jamie got loose, kicking their thin legs which were definitely not made for swimming and tried to swim up, which thanks to having so thin legs was agonizingly slow.

Then the crane which had been scraping against the rock knocked a boulder loose, which in turn bumped into more rocks, freeing them and causing an underwater landslide.

Jamie got hit square in the chest by one and was dragged even deeper down as the rocks went towards the bottom of the ocean and I dived after them, taking them into my mouth due to a lack of thumbs.

Their legs were still sticking out and my mouth was filled with water, not allowing them to breathe either as one of the bigger rocks hit my back, pushing me deeper underwater and ending up trapping me on a shelf like rock formation as more of the rockslide buried my lower half under it.

Fuck, now i was trapped with no air, 

and even worse was that Jamie had no air either.

But I had a little bit of air, maybe I could share?

Tentatively I pressed Jamie against my palate, pushing out as much water as I could and then let my mouth fill with some of my own air.

I felt them cough and while maybe a bit stale the air was still better than nothing.

But now what? I was trapped and there was no way for Jamie to get back up without drowning.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #extreme cuddling #Donovan #Jamie #mentions of injury #Sea of Barmea #sea serpent #sea monster #ocean #ship #underwater

[factual-fantasy]

I am going to try and explain this as clearly as possible and answer any questions I assume you guys might have.

1: Important detail before continuing: How I headcannon teleporters work.

My idea is that when someone goes through a teleporter, they will completely vanish for about 2 seconds before appearing at the other one. Why there is a 2 second delay on teleportation or where exactly they go while teleporting is unknown to the characters. And frankly isn’t really much of a concern because the Engineer isn’t making a fuss about it. 

2: What is the overall story?

Our story starts with the Red Engineer. He’s in the middle of a heated battle with the Blu ream and is trying to manage his sentry nest. At some point he gets ambushed by Blu demo and gets over powered. His sentry gets destroyed and his dispenser is damaged. With no where else to go he decides to book it and try to escape through his teleporter. The very moment he disappears through the teleporter, the Demoman launches a grenade and destroys the teleporter he just disappeared into. What this did was it severed the connection between the two teleporters while Engineer was still traveling between them. Thus, trapping him in what will later be named, “The in between”.

Engineer then seems to fall and wake up in this weird backwards world inside of the teleporters. Or, outside of their dimension. Engineer is unsure. All he knows is that this place is very dangerous.

This backwards world Engineer is in is very strange. There is a strange floating camera that roams the lands and tosses around these “dolls” as they are later called. These dolls look just like the members of Blu team and Red team, but they are completely slack and lifeless. The Camera will use tools that are attached to it to toss the dolls around and seemingly play games with them. It is truly unsettling.

The story will continue with Engineer gathering other mercenaries and forming a team. Together they try and survive in this weird world without being seen by he strange camera. Their overall goal is to build another teleporter in hopes that they can connect it to the one what was not destroyed and make it back home. In the canon story, after months of living in the “in between” they are actually able to make the teleporter and make it back home.

2: What is the “In between”?

This is where the story gets hard to explain. So you know those tf2 sfm channels on YouTube? The ones that make videos that usually look like this?

Yeah, that’s the in between. Its basically a stupid SFM channel that Engineer fell into. The “camera” is the thing that films the rag dolls being tossed around for laughs. And the “dolls” that look like the mercenaries are props that the camera has loaded into the world for filming. Although of course, its a little more creepy/serious then that.

3: How does the “In between” work?

Think of the world as a Source Filmmaker file on a computer, since that’s technically what it is. When the computer is on, what ever map SFM has opened up is the world that Engineer is in. He cannot venture outside of the map. And the weather is constant, the sun never sets and the temperature never changes on any map he’s in. If he’s in the Badlands map? It will always be hot and sunny. If he’s in coldfront? It will always be cold and gloomy.

After a few days of daylight, usually the camera will vanish from the world.. and everything will be plunged into darkness. The temperature will start to drop, and there will be no activity anywhere in the map. The computer has been shut off.

When it comes to food and water? Tools, weapons, or anything like that? Unless the camera loads in a doll that carries those things, they are no where to be found. The world just an empty map.

3: What is the camera?

So, the “camera” is literally just a giant floating camera. And it is the entity that runs this world, It controls everything. It is the being that loads in those TF2 dolls and tosses them around. It is the overall threat to Engineers survival because it tries to attack him when ever it spots him. For some reason..

4: How do the rag dolls work?

Think of the rag dolls as empty bodies waiting for a soul to come to them. If Engineer, or someone from the “real world” touches one of these dolls.. say, a red spy. The soul of the Red Spy will be ripped out of his body from the overworld, then pulled down into the in between, and put into the rag doll that was just touched. The original body of the mercenary will collapse on the surface and fall into a coma it cannot wake from. And the doll will “wake up” as the real mercenary. But there’s a catch.

Imagine if the camera took a Blu scout doll and tossed it off of a roof for a funny SFM video. The doll crashes into the ground but gets back up because haha funny he fell down. But then Engineer touches the Scout. When that body receives Scouts soul and becomes real flesh and blood, the dolls body suddenly takes all the damage that was done to it all at once. Scouts body would Immediately collapse in on itself and he would die, sending his soul back into his real body in the overworld. All of this happens within the fraction of a second. So from Scouts perspective he was in the overworld, felt really light headed for a second.. then felt fine. Meanwhile Engineer grabbed the shoulder of a scout, the scout screamed bloody murder, crumpled to pieces and then died. :|

5: How do they find food, water and general supplies?

If someone touches a ragdoll, they usually fall apart and die. But their bodies and everything attached to them still become real. This means that they can touch heavies and loot the sandwiches off their bodies. They can also steal canteens and cozy campers from Snipers. And if they need new clothes or makeshift toiletries, they can just steal the clothes off of dead dolls. Hey, its grim but you gotta do what you gotta do.

5: How did Blu Soldier get there?

This is where the rag dolls become important. 

When Engineer first came into this world he was confused. Feeling light headed he got up and started to look around wondering what happened. As he wandered around he eventually came across his Medic. Just. Kind’a standing there, out in the open. 

He goes up to him and grabs his shoulder. Which of course as explained, the Medic’s doll has taken a lot of damage so he just straight up screams and then dies. Which unfortunately grabs the attention of the Camera. Engineer runs away and hides. Making a mental note that wherever he is, this is not his home, and these are not his friends, and he needs to lay low.

Well at some point as Engineer is sneaking around trying to find food in this weird world.. he comes across the camera in the middle of setting up a video and loading in Ragdolls and what not. The camera sees him and he bolts for it. While he’s running he physically bumps into a Blu soldier doll. But instead of dying, the soul is successfully transferred into his body and he wakes up. The reasoning for this is that Soldier was a new doll. The camera hadn’t tossed him around yet, he was okay.

Engineer helps the Soldier escape the Cameras wrath and after a while of butting heads.. they eventually have a truce and decide to work together to try and escape.

6: How did Red Scout get there?

So, the Engineer and Soldier have been working as a team for about 2 months now. They have a good idea of how this world works and what they need to do to get back home. They need to build a teleporter. And considering these maps are pretty barren? They need to do it from scratch, and from memory.

But at some point, while they’re scavenging some old garages, the camera finds them. They’re cornered. Engineer jumps in to protect Soldier and creates an opening for them to escape. He gets badly wounded in the process. The two of them are able to escape but Engineer is looking rough. He lost a lot of blood and is really weak. Soldier fears that without the help of a medic, he might not make it.

So Soldier cares for Engineer as best he can, and makes his new mission to somehow wake up a ragdoll Medic and not have it die immediately. After a few days of trying, he has a run in with the camera again. As he’s running away he bumps into a red scout. The red scouts arm has been damaged but he’s alive. Soldier cant just leave him there out in the open so he grabs him and takes him to safety. Engineer and Soldier explain the situation to him, and he joins their ranks.

7: How did Blu medic get there?

After accidentally getting the Red Scout, Soldier is finally able to find a Rag doll medic that is undamaged. He wakes him up, and brings him back to base. After having everything explained to him he agrees to care for the Engineer and Scout to help them escape. Although its a bit more difficult because Medic did not have the Medigun attached to his doll form.

8: How did Red Demo get there?

While out looking for supplies, Scout bumped into a Red Demo. And wouldn’t you know it he was undamaged. So that’s another member added to the team.

9: How did Red Heavy get there?

Demo tried to loot a sandwich off of him but turns out he was undamaged. Soooo now they have another mouth to feed.

10: How did Blu Sniper get there?

Blue Sniper was loaded in wearing the cozy camper cosmetic. Which is basically a gold mine if you’re trying to survive in this world. It has food, water, actual toiletries, medicine, pots and pans, blankets, heck, even the backpack itself is useful! So when Soldier saw it, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to snag it. And of course, the Sniper was alive. :/

11: What is “The thing”?

“The thing“ is what happens when you try and “wake up“ a mercenary that has already been awoken. “The thing” was another cozy camper case. Snipes and Scout were out looking for food when they saw it. Sniper wanted to go grab the backpack, although Scout was a little unsure. He made the point that they don’t know if this doll is damaged or not. And they kind’a need to make sure it is before they grab it. But Sniper was confident. And so they went up to grab it. 

Well uh, it wasn’t damaged. And since Snipers soul had already been transferred into a new body, this Sniper came to life without being able to retrieve its soul. Snipers soul was drawn towards this thing. The feeling was so terrifying, so overwhelming, that he just booked it. Leaving the cozy camper behind in a panic, Scout followed suit .

“The thing” became this zombie like roaming husk that is constantly looking for its soul. Sniper will start to have heart palpitations and his skin will turn pale when ever it is near. They don’t really know what this thing is capable of, so no one wants to approach it. For now everyone just hides from it, and considers it to be yet another threat to their survival in this weird world they’re all trapped in.

~~~

I... think that’s all the major questions that would be asked about this little AU of mine. Or at least I hope XD. I hope that this all made sense..

If you have any follow up questions feel free to ask me and I will try to get around to answering them. If you’ve read this far thank you for showing interest in this little AU of mine and I hope you enjoyed reading! :}}

#team fortress 2 #tw #mentions of death #mentions of injury

[filypadreams]

[ Guardian Angel ]

(Obey Me Brothers x gn!reader) angst/fluff ] based on Nightbringer's initial synopsis.

A-Asmo-chan!? It's ok Asmo, it's gonna be ok, look at me sweetheart. H-hey now…crying isn't a good look on you, let me help.

I had been looking for Asmo since Michael's blast. We were right next to each other but the light was so strong I was scared I would go blind.

(Y/N)...? (Y/N)! My wings!! The left side hurts and, and… I think I smell iron? Is my wing ruined? Please fix it, fix my beautiful wings!

Silly goose, you shouldn't be worrying about at a time like this. What if your flight gets impaired? Turn around, will you? Let your local dashing doctor see them~!

Asmo had a broken wing. He still looked as beautiful as the day he was born. Even whilst sobbing.

*sniff* I-I know but it's important! Michael always called me the cutest of archangels. Not that it matters now…

《It never will but at least you'll always be beautiful even without my help.》

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Levi? Leviathan where are you?!!

Ah! Finally I found you! Where were you? You got Lucifer worried.

I hadn't meant to be a burden to them but I couldn't shake away my worry for Asmodeus. Besides, there were so many casualties.

That's my line, I've been looking for you since the blast! Are your eyes ok? It was really bright.

…To be honest it's all a little blurry. The only thing that differentiates you from all the white plumage around me are the jewels decorating your wings!

Levi…they are quartz. Clear quartz, how can you see them if everything looks as bright?

Is my Levia-chan hallucinating??

The only assurance I got that he didn't hear the shake in my voice was his goofy smile. Like me, Levi was trying to keep himself together. He was happy to see a familiar shape.

I brushed his bangs away, his eyes were unfocused but nothing too serious, I hoped.

Hahaha! Silly normie. Your wings always shone brighter than most! My eyes do hurt, can you fix them? I'm…afraid to be honest.

《Oh, Levi… you ain't alone. I'm also afraid. Afraid I couldn't help anymore.》

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(Y/N), stop for a moment, please! You've been flying around non-stop. Aren't you hungry? I managed to keep some Pão de Deus* stashed away.

…Beel where did you even stash it?? In your pants?!

Probably the only time I got a good laugh out of this war. The bread tasted great regardless of where he took it from. Beel was relatively fine even if he looked worse for wear.

I assure you it's not contaminated. I need to go back and look for Belphie before he gets himself… … Please be safe.

He didn't dare speak his thoughts less they became reality. Which it almost did. He was always so gentle. Too gentle.

Wait Beel, you have a huge gash on yoru chest- LET ME FIX IT!

《How pathetic could I be at this point. To still even try, to believe I wasn't forsaken!》

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MAMMON!! Come back here this second or I'll throw you down to Earth myself!

Oi! That's not funny at all (Y/N)! We could end up there ya know?! Stupid Belphie…

I admit, bad choice of words. I couldn't let that idiot roam around with a gash in his chest though!

You don't mean that…nor did I mean to sound callous. But you need to sit down this instant, a gold piece fell off and you are bleeding! Honestly, what were you thinking when you got those??

Got a problem with my war medals?! They represent my proud and precious achievements for your information.

They say to be proud of your scars for those are marks of bravery. Of life.

Those are also heavy and attached to your skin in an impractical and unwise way. Let me fix that gash for you then we can look for Lucifer together.

Hmph! If you insist. Take haste, I can't stay idle for too long!

Really though, thank you. I'm scared for once…

《It's tragic you couldn't see yourself equally as treasured as your hoard anymore. I wonder how many you'll have. How many scars once this conflict is over will mark your body, that I couldn't heal?! There's too much gold on you.》

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…

…..

Lu…Lucifer? Hold on I'm here to help!

Even if for a moment, Lucifer had fallen on his side. The first of many during that battle.

I never saw him as damaged as in that moment. I had to do something!

Get…away from me! It's not safe out here for guardian angels! Hasn't Raphael provided you with shelter or something like that?

My brothers, sisters and, and… e-everyone was dutifully safely guided, sir! You need to worry no more, I'm here to…

To help.

(Y/N)...thank you. But I'm afraid you are of more help alive than with dead weight. Don't make me drag you with us.

Every guardian angel under Raphael had been dispatched to safety to help the wounded. I was one of the strongest but still low in rank, especially compared to someone as prideful in their capabilities as "The Light Bearer" himself. Please sir, don't push me away this time. Let me.

What are you saying…? Lucifer what are you doing you baboon? Stop being so incoherent, you know this is not like you.

I think the blunt end of a spear hit your head pretty hard, let me fix that for you, sir! It's my duty to be here.

《To be a useless withering and trembling angel. How can I expect to clean all that blood if I couldn't even fix Asmo's wings?!》

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Where is she? My sister…where's my bubbly, kind, naive sister?!!!

He screamed into the void, voice hoarse. No one was in the right mindset to help him. It's a blessing…it's lucky we survived. Most of us.

Belphie don't force yourself to speak! You…it was a huge fall. It's a miracle we are not as mortally wounded as I expected, hehe… let me have a better look at your leg, it seems to be broken. I'm sure I can fix it-

SHUT UP! Who have you "fixed" since we started fighting?! You can't help anyone anymore, you couldn't "fix" any of us. You were useless, (Y/N)!!!

And you fell just like that, like…like an incompetent!

Belphegor, please don't say that, I tried…I'm sure I can… I can still…

I let my tears spill after holding them in for so long. He was right, I had long lost my powers or at least I was forbidden to help them.

There's nothing I can do.

If you could fix this you could help Lilith. Where is she? Please tell me she's going to be ok, (Y/N). Can you do that?

He sounded desperate. I myself wasn't sure of what Lucifer was doing but I didn't have it in me to tell the truth.

Beelzebub saved you. Lilith was mortally wounded. If she's not gone yet then she's about to die.

Belphie would be none the wiser by looking me in the face, as I would find out.

… …

Yes. She's- There's someone much stronger than me. Lucifer is talking to him right now. I'm not sure what will be of dear Lilith but it's hard to deny that thanks to him, everyone will be fine.

Better tha-

Thank you. I apologize, you never disappoint. I should know.

I can't see anything, could you take me to Beel? He doesn't feel quite right.

Of course. I'm so lucky to be blessed like this even down here, uh? Your local doctor will fix all your troubles!

《Better than with someone as useless as me, who left you blind.

Who even Raphael* has forsaken》

_____[ House of Lamentations]_____

[ Some unknown time in the future]

Fix them. Fix them, fix them, FIX THEM (Y/N)!

In the silent living room your form shakes on the sofa. You fell asleep again.

" Oh? Mammon, call Lucifer!! I think (Y/N) is having a nightmare again! "

Asmo shrieked in panic at his older brother. He had stayed to look after you. You were such a cutie in dreamland!

" Another one?? On it!

Oi, Lucifeeer!"

Mammon's voice is carried through the halls, echoing his worries. Meanwhile Asmo tries to find a comfortable place to sit close to you and pets your head.

" What are you dreaming of this time, angel?"

" Fix…"

Asmo inclines his head curious. Fix? Mammon's garage?

" Fix them. You can't… useless… why?"

Why are you also alive? Why were you able to walk, why did you keep wings stronger than Asmo's to fly?! Why do you still exist-

You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shaking you awake.

Your eyes unfocused on orange eyes and hair that today is brown, some other days is pink and in-between.

" Angel?! Wake up beautiful you shouldn't be in dreamland right now. It's not yours to live in."

" Asmo? Your wings, where are they? Oh, look at your face, you'll get wrinkles if you look at me like that. Don't be sad!"

Asmo blinks at you, worried. You lift a hand to his to caress his cheek.

He manages to force out one of his signature giggles.

" Silly goose~ Did you forget? This is how I look when I want to rest my wings! No need to use them indoors. Hehe."

" Rest… oh, I fell asleep again in the sofa. So… Levi and Belphie…?"

" Their eyes never worked better. Well, bright lights are not as easy to take in anymore but we are healthy. Thanks for always guiding us, angel~"

You are silent for a long moment, looking who knows where while Asmo puts a hand on your forehead. You weren't sick at least.

" Did Beel eat yet? That scar-"

" Yet?! (Y/N), he's always eating! Hahaha, I'm so jealous of his metabolism~

What scar? He hasn't gotten hurt since the last time Dia sent us to scout the lower levels. I tell you, I might be 5th but those restless incubi have sharp nails and temper!"

He jokes. That's all he has ever done whenever you wake up from a memory. It's all he knows to do whenever you have such a vivid nightmare.

" I admit that Mammon looks as dashing as ever, although I have better taste of course. He went to go fetch Lucifer."

Oh, oh. He started sweating once he said that name. Your bulging eyes didn't help.

" No, wait. What I meant- (Y/N) it's fine, Lucifer would be in a worse mood if he wasn't there to comfort you!"

You grab his arms, quite painfully, begging him with your eyes to not tell Lucifer.

The guilt in them makes Asmo tremble.

Luckily someone unexpected was reading close by.

You were never as close to Satan as you were with the other brothers for obvious reasons. Yet he never minded your presence.

If anything you were a great reading buddy. Not too loud, not completely silent and a great listener.

He didn't need to know the details to help you whenever Asmo talked too much.

" Even I would panic at hearing that name. Did he find out about one of my pranks? Truly scary."

He says condescendingly (at Asmo) but also with a lilt of humorous sarcasm. He aproaches you, ignoring Asmo's tantrum and shows you the new book he picked up.

" Sorry Satan, I didn't mean to disturb your reading time!"

" Any time is reading time (Y/N), don't sweat about that. Have you heard the tale of King Midas? I think that Solomon had a hand in it if this book is to be believed…"

Any shady business done by the shady wizard is worth your immediate notice.

Fifteen minutes of gossiping about Solomon and what he might or might not have done pass before Lucifer pushes the doors open, the poor things weren't a match to his strength as they hit the walls so loud everyone except for Satan jumped on their sits.

" Lucifer! (Y/N) had another nightmare and I might have said too much-"

" Calm down Asmo, you are fine. Everything 's fine.

It's late, you better get your beauty sleep. I'll take it from here."

Asmo nods fervently, ruffling your hair as he gets up. You giggle at the gesture, Satan pats your leg before he also takes his leave.

" Do I also have to go? Doesn't The Great Mammon, deserve to help our miracle worker~?"

Mammon jokes. Lucifer doesn't take it kindly if his glare is anything to go by.

" I trust we both know why it's best if you go to bed too."

" Fine, sorry… welp, see you tomorrow (Y/N). We are still having that shopping trip, daddy needs some new specs~"

" Daddy doesn't look good on you Mammon. RIP your future significant other."

With a grumble he stomps away.

" Don't forget you still have a huge debt to Lord Diavolo!! I swear if he breaks another statue…"

Lucifer rubs the bridge of his nose before helping you sit up.

" Don't you prefer to go back to your room? Or talk in the study?"

" … Can we… talk in yours?"

Lucifer is caught off guard by your proposition but relents.

He clears any other doubts you might have about the state of the family while you walk down the corridors to his room.

" Belphie is still grieving, I don't think that will ever be fully healed. Levi is faring well, he sees her in Henry…both of them."

You laugh, the memory of the giant serpent who now inhabits the catacombs coming to mind.

" Satan couldn't be happier to have a friend who isn't as closely related to us or the war. Take it as you will, I guess."

" And you…sir?"

Lucifer pauses for a moment, solely the sound of his footsteps is heard.

You arrive at his lascivious bedroom and he locks the door behind.

" I enjoy my privacy so forgive me for locking you in."

You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders in indifference. At any other time it would feel quite intimate, possibly.

" I'm doing well as you can see."

" I'm worried about what I cannot see."

Once again Lucifer's eyes widen but he let's you speak.

" There's Satan, your new job, position…workload."

" I told you to stop worrying about my work ethic. I sleep enough."

… …

" Enough to take care of my family."

You smile, a little smug perhaps.

" You couldn't have done anything. Not because your blessings were stripped from you, at least some of them."

He adds remembering your state after the fall. You were for the most part healthy save for ripped bloody feathers, a bent arm and a bruised face.

" Simply, I wouldn't let you. I ripped them out of my sheer will, wings I didn't need anymore. You shouldn't be in the middle of a rebellion you aren't part of. You would have been happy with the others. No need for nightmares."

You fidget in place.

" You can't be so sure. I couldn't bear to see everyone I cared for hurt. Yet I was powerless for once. If not for the prince…

Is it my fault…?

Are you a slave of another because of me?!!"

Lucifer grabs a hold of your shoulders as you scratch as your scalp with both of your hands, helding your head in place.

He guides you to his bed, leaving to start a fire in the fireplace and returning with a handkerchief in hand to clear your tear stains.

" I'm no one's slave, (Y/N). You haven't stripped me of my most valued aspect. It's simply a different job in a different world under a different ruler. I take pride in my achievements here and my prowess the same way.

Stop blaming yourself. No one holds resentment towards you and no one wishes to go back, if we are to be quite honest.

The nice days are gone so we can have new days."

He holds both your hands.

" I told you I would drag you with me if you kept pushing your luck. You made the choice to be at our side. We are happy to have you."

He cleans the snot like one would do to a toddler, his thumb making circular motions on your hands still clasped in his gloved one.

" I can't make them stop Lucifer. The nightmares, Asmo's face- every time! I want them to stop. I don't want to disappoint anyone ever again… sometimes I wish I could disappear so this wouldn't happen again and again and again!"

Lucifer hugs you against his chest, taking deep breaths waiting for you to follow along.

" I'm only good at making people sad now."

" I know this won't help. It never goes away. But a reminder, (Y/N), that it was never your job to fix the already broken. Those who deny help won't get help and you never let anyone down. Even Belphie has a soft spot for you.

For we remember you as our guardian angel who still fusses over Levi's addiction to technology because he might hurt his eyes.

Who worries that Beel's stomach might burst someday, the one person who relents to having a self-care day with Asmo even when it's mostly him who gets the self-care.

The angel who takes responsibility for half of Mammon's debts, don't think I haven't noticed.

What you couldn't do back then, you do now.

Thank you for your sacrifice."

You burst into tears, hiding your face on his chest.

" I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, sir! But everyone is taking care of me when they should move on…I'm tired of being kept behind by my own mind!"

Lucifer ponders for a moment, checking your scalp for signs of self-inflicted injuries.

"Hmm. I also have my fair share of nightmares.

How about we help each other? Do you want to stay the night?

Like back in the day."

You nod your head. Lucifer lays you down, covering you under the sheets.

Before changing himself into anything comfortable he adds:

"Also, stop addressing me as sir."

" Sorry. Force of habit."

You say eyes looking as the flames dance beautifully. Back then seeing everyone naked as a baby wasn't as embarrassing as it is now. You sometimes wonder how much you, yourself changed.

Something brown and fluffy is put on your line of sight, moving up and down like a cartoon character.

" I couldn't find one like Mrs. White Feathers, the Dove. So I hope you like Cerberus Jr. as much."

You smile picking the three headed plushie.

" Thank you…Lucifer. I still miss Mrs. White Feathers."

Lucifer nods, thinking of mentioning it the next time he speaks with Michael. Or perhaps Raphael could retrieve it for him.

" Sweet dreams, angel."

___________ Notes! __________

*Pão de Deus > a portuguese crunchy and sweet bread usually topped with grated coconut. It's one of the delicacies baked by nuns back in the day where they would take offerings like eggs to help bake sweets for religious festivities or for themselves to have something different to eat (some nuns were previously noble women).

**Raphael > an archangel cited to be the patron saint of healing the sick and ill and the angel of all healthcare workers. The staff that he carried can be a nod to the caduceus, Hermes' own staff and symbol of health.

#obey me #om! nightbringer #fanfic #obey me brothers x reader #platonic #romantic #can be read as both #angst #fluff #mentions of war #mentions of injury #shikibutterfly

[nurse-buckley]

Whumptober Day 3 - "Make it stop"

Title:

Prompt: "Make it stop."

Word Count: 1,467

Characters: Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley

Warnings: mentions of injury, blood and dislocations.

Summary: Buck and Eddie's weekend trip away ends in disaster. Written for day three of @whumptober for the prompt 'Make it stop.’

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr​ 

Authors notes: day three, we're going strong! I plan to write a continuation of this as it was getting a bit long and I was running out of time so if this is something you want to see, let me know!

Buck had been looking forward to this trip ever since he’d brought it up with Eddie, eager to finally have some time off work and even more excited to spend it with his boyfriend. He’d booked a long weekend away for them both in an amazing cabin surrounded by the best rated hiking trails he was excited to explore. 

The first morning they were there they decided to set out early. They both packed everything they needed and headed out, both excited to spend the day in each other's company and enjoy the views the trails had to offer. Buck had opted for one of the more complex trails but they both felt competent enough and the views at the end would make it all worthwhile. 

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the terrain grew steeper but neither of them were fazed. Buck had been so distracted talking to Eddie that he didn’t see the tree root sticking out from the ground and went stumbling forward. Eddie was quick to grab his jacket, saving him from face planting into the ground. 

“Woah,” he turned back to look at Eddie with a relieved smile, “that was close.” 

Eddie’s smile quickly faded as Buck took a step backwards and lost his footing on some loose rock. He wasn’t quick enough this time to grab Buck as he tumbled down the side of the steep hill. Eddie ran to the edge, his eyes widened in panic as he watched his boyfriend hit every rock and jagged edge on the way down until he landed face down at the bottom. 

“Buck! Buck, can you hear me?” he called out, but there was no reply. 

With no thought for his own safety, Eddie set one foot down on the edge to begin his descent down the steep hill, but the ground was too loose and he also lost his footing and plummeted down the hill. The last thing he saw was a rock coming up to meet his face before his world faded to black and his body slumped next to his boyfriends. 

Eddie’s not sure how long it had been when he finally regained consciousness, disorientated and in pain. His head throbbed as he came more to his senses and groggily took in his surroundings. The forest had grown darker since he was last awake and it took him a moment to remember what had happened. Panic overwhelmed him as it all came rushing back, the trail…the fall…Buck. 

He looked to his side where Buck still lay face down and unmoving beside him. With no thought for his own pain or injuries, Eddie scrambled to Buck’s side and carefully rolled him over to his back. He held his own breath as he leaned his head in close to check Buck was still breathing, choking out a relieved sigh when he felt Buck’s breath against his cheek. 

“Buck? Buck, hey. It’s me. Open your eyes for me,” Eddie called as he rubbed his knuckles into Buck’s sternum in the hope he’d get a response. 

Buck’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused for a moment before his brow furrowed and his face contorted in agony. He let out a pained grunt, his back arching as the sensation overwhelmed his body. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

“My leg…” Buck continued to writhe, but it only made the pain worse. 

Eddie placed his hands on Buck’s shoulders in an attempt to keep him still and grounded, not wanting him to cause any further injury until he knew what he was dealing with. “I need you to calm down, alright? You’re going to be okay. I’m going to take a look.” 

“O-okay.” 

Eddie wasted no time as he pulled out the pocket knife from his jeans, easily tearing through the fabric of Buck’s pant leg. He had to swallow the bile that rose in his throat, not sure if it was the concussion or the sight of Buck’s mangled and dislocated ankle. “Buck…” 

Buck looked up at the sound of his name. He knew by the look of Eddie’s face it wasn’t good. “That bad, huh?” 

Eddie nodded grimly in reply, “Buck, I’m going to have to get your boot off to get a better look and I’m not going to lie to you, it’s going to hurt like hell.” 

Buck swallowed and took a deep breath to prepare himself, “do it.” 

Eddie took a deep breath to steady his nerves as he thought through his next moves. “Deep breaths for me,” he instructed as he placed a supportive hand on Buck’s calf. 

Bucks fingers dug into the dirt beneath him as he sucked in a breath with a grunt in an attempt to not scream. 

With the boot off, Eddie could finally get a proper look at the injury and it didn’t look good. His foot was pale, the dislocation obviously cutting off blood supply. His suspicions were confirmed when he pressed his fingers into the pulse point there. 

“I can’t feel a pulse...” 

Buck knew what that meant, he knew Eddie would have to put it back into place if he didn’t want to risk losing his foot. He also knew the pain was about to get a lot worse. 

Eddie looked around for his bag and rummaged through for any supplies he could use to help stabilize Buck’s leg. He mentally kicked himself for not being more prepared and packing more when all he came away with was a small first aid kit and a spare shirt. 

He grabbed the knife again and began to tear strips of fabric and found a few sticks that would do the job well enough until he could figure out a way to get them both out of there. 

“You ready?” 

Buck nodded, “yeah. Yeah, just do it.” 

Eddie gently grasped Buck’s foot once more but paused as he heard Buck gasp in pain. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Without further hesitation, Eddie continued. He kept his eyes averted, he knew Buck needed him focused on the task at hand, no matter how much it tore him up inside to hear Buck in pain. 

Buck tried his best to keep still and to keep from making a noise, but he couldn’t hold it any longer as Eddie placed his hands ready to realign the bone. The pain shot through him like nothing he’d felt before, not even when the fire truck had crushed his leg all those years before. 

“P-please make it stop. Eddie s-stop,” Buck pleaded through gritted teeth.  

“I know baby, I know it hurts, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Eddie paused for a moment, hating the sound of Buck being in pain but ultimately knowing it was for his own good. “I’m going to be as quick as I can. Do you think you can take some deep breaths for me?”  

“O-okay,” Buck managed between sobs. He took a few deep breaths as instructed in an attempt to calm himself. 

“I’m going to do it on three,” he informed, leaving little room for argument. 

“No…” 

“One…two…” Eddie didn’t wait for three as he pulled on Buck’s leg harshly and realigned the bone. 

Buck’s scream was gut wrenching as Eddie felt the bones pop into place. Relief washed over him as he pressed his fingers into the pulse point on Buck’s foot and felt the thrum of his heartbeat beneath his fingers. 

“It’s alright Buck. You’re okay,” Eddie whispered, his voice still trembling. “I’m going to make a splint and that should help with the pain.” 

With the equipment he’d managed to assemble beforehand he managed to fashion the makeshift splint and stabilize the injury. Buck threw his head back in pain as Eddie worked, “fuck…” 

“Nearly done,” Eddie reassured him, “hang in a little while longer for me.” 

With the splint secured and the injury as stable as he could manage, there wasn’t much more he could do. Eddie helped prop Buck up a little, careful to not jostle his leg as he got him a little more comfortable. 

With Buck upright he was finally able to get a good look at Eddie. “Eds…your head.” 

Eddie hadn’t paid much attention to his own injuries, his mind being so focused on Buck he’d missed the large gash on his forehead.

“I’m going to call for help, alright. We’re going to get out of here.” Eddie reached into his pocket but his hopes were quickly dashed when he saw the smashed screen. Buck tried to pull his own from his pocket but came away empty, figuring it must have tumbled out of his pocket on the way down. They were stuck. 

The forest had grown quieter as the night drew in closer. The pair had no other choice than to huddle together for warmth and hope someone would find them. 

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #make it stop #911 #9-1-1 #fanfic #fic #dislocations #blood #injury #mentions of injury #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley x eddie diaz #buddie #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #9-1-1 fanfic #9-1-1 fanfiction #mine #my writing

[floofanflurr]

Chapter 10 of Heart on the Table hurt me to write. So here's an alternate ending. THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE STORY!!! THIS IS NOT CANON! Pap is speed running a lot of emotions that will take him a longer time to process in canon. But!!! I needed my hug!!! I needed my comfort!!!! So have this alternate universe spin-off of Chapter 10.

@just-a-soft-kid You've done this to me. You've made me need those hugs stat TT.TT

Papyrus could only stand off to the side as Sans placed Frisk down in bed and tucked them in.

He should go. He—he shouldn’t be here. What if Frisk woke up and was upset (scared) when they saw him? Just the thought sent a jolt of pain through his SOUL, worse than any harmful intent.

He couldn’t back away.

Every time he blinked, those holes that had been torn through them reappeared. All he could do was stare at the way their chest rose and fell. He checked them again.

*HP 20/20

*They are still exhausted.

He took a step back to stand next to Sans by the door, ignoring the wrenching in his chest. But then Frisk’s eyes fluttered open weakly and landed on him.

Papyrus froze.

But they didn’t flinch this time. Instead tears filled their eyes. Which was! Not much better! His SOUL stuttered and thumped in his chest. He was about to shove Sans forward and run away because he couldn’t stand it if just being near him was enough to make them cry. His child was afraid of him. But their bond didn’t scream fear. No—Frisk was upset, but not scared right now. And they were also… reaching for him?

It was subtle. They… were still very weak and exhausted. But… their fingers twitched towards him.

There was an invisible force that tugged him forward, the need to comfort Frisk overwhelming. The need to see that they were still alive. 

Papyrus took that next step forward. Frisk still didn’t flinch, but their face screwed up more and their tears fell harder. They were still so confused. But. They… wanted him?

When he stepped forward again, something in their SOUL wavered and they were still confused and worried and tired, but they were also… hopeful?

He dropped down to his knees next to them. They didn’t reach out. And Papyrus could finally feel some fear radiating from them. He flinched violently and drew back. He couldn’t—

But when he got further away, their fear only grew.

That didn’t make sense!

Frisk’s fingers twisted in their blanket, and a small sound almost like a whimper came from them. And Papyrus’s SOUL shriveled up right then. They lifted their hands to sign.

“Papy—“

They were about to sign his name. But they stopped and then curled up further. They closed their eyes and turned into their blankets and the fear they felt was replaced with resignation when Papyrus drew back more.

…

…Oh.

He… He couldn’t afford to be wrong here. He didn’t know if he would survive if he terrified Frisk more right now. It certainly didn’t feel like it. If he did what he was planning on, and Frisk was scared, then it felt like his SOUL would wither up into dust right there to be blown away on the wind. 

He didn’t think he was wrong, though.

Papyrus took a deep breath in and then reached up to take off his blood-stained pajama shirt so that he was left in his tank top. There… was still blood on that too, but it was less. And Papyrus didn’t even want to think about getting that blood back onto Frisk by accident. (Flashes of their bloody body filled his mind and he stopped breathing. But then he blinked and Frisk was back in front of him, curled up in a ball and torn to shreds emotionally, but still alive.)

He threw his shirt off to the side, and he didn’t even think about the mess he was making in Sans’s surprisingly clean room. Instead he reached his hand out in front of him towards Frisk. A distant part of him noticed that he was shaking.

“FRISK…?”

They flinched, and Papyrus flinched too. But they opened their eyes again and looked at him.

His voice was maybe a bit wobbly when he asked, “…DO YOU… WANT A HUG?”

Their eyes flew wide open and the sheer disbelief and hope that rose up in them again made Papyrus’s SOUL ache. They stared at him for a long second. And then they nodded their head tentatively, fear still lodged in their SOUL right along with that hope.

But. If Papyrus was right… 

It wasn’t fear of him.

He crossed those last few inches and rested his hand on their shoulder. They tensed up so tightly they felt like a spring under his hand, and Papyrus almost drew back. But then they melted, practically sinking into his touch.

Oh.

Tears filled Papyrus’s sockets, and he surged forwards. He was careful as he all but yanked them into his arms. Gently, though. So gently. He made sure their blanket was wrapped around them tightly and he cradled them to his chest.

Frisk was so tiny and frail against him. But their SOUL was so full of love and disbelief it was overwhelming. They twisted their fingers into his tank top and buried their face against him. Their tears were soaking into the fabric.

They were safe. They were alive.

Papyrus bit down on an audible sob and buried his face in their hair as his shoulders shook and he cried silently.

At some point, Sans had crossed the room and sat next to them without saying a word, and he put one of his hands on Papyrus’s shoulder.

Frisk was alive.

He held them against him, soaking in the warmth of their body, the movement of their chest as they breathed, and even the way their tears were soaking into his shirt because they all told him that they. Were. ALIVE. 

His voice was hoarse and raspy, and not at all befitting his normal put-together self, but he tried to reassure Frisk anyway. (Or maybe he was trying to reassure himself.)

“IT’S OKAY NOW. IT’S OKAY, FRISK. IT WILL ALL BE OKAY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I CAN’T—I CAN’T LOSE YOU.”

And then Frisk—Frisk who was always so quiet (even when they were being killed) even when they cried—Frisk wailed.

Frisk wailed and wrapped their little fingers into the material of his shirt with all of the strength they could muster.

And Papyrus broke too. He sobbed, a tsunami crashing through his SOUL as his shoulders shook violently, and he held Frisk to his chest as tightly as he dared.

“PLEASE FRISK, I CAN’T LOSE YOU. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE AGAIN. PLEASE.”

They nodded their head into his shirt, and Papyrus broke further.

He was never letting them go again.

Heart on the Table:

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #papyrus #papyrus undertale #frisk #frisk undertale #Heart on the Table #tws: #mentions of death #mentions of injury #hott fic

[bobattef]

He’s come for you:

….

-> I watched Rogue One again last night, in particular the Darth Vader end scene.

 Imagine if you (the reader) were captured alongside the stolen Death Star plans.

The Rebels thinking you were just another trooper working for the Empire but you were Lord Vader’s secret lover and he was fighting his way though that famous hallway scene to rescue you, and the plans of course <-

***

All you could hear was the alarm from the ships warning system.

It was blaring across the corridors, bouncing off the walls.

You were being hurried along, dragged almost, by 3 rebel fighters. 

Out of breath from trying to fight them, trying to keep those Death Star plans hidden, safe.

But you were vastly outnumbered.

“In here!” came a bellowing voice, you look up to see the opening doors of an holding cell, the rebel fighter who shouted trying to usher you inside it.

“I thought we said no hostages?!” comes another voice, this time behind you.

“Just retrieve the plans and get out!”

“Retrieving those plans are the reason why we have a hostage!” the other official snaps back.

Digging your heels in, you flail your arms trying to get away from their grasp on you, to try to stop them from taking you away, away from your base, away from HIM.

Darth Vader.

After giving the task of being a guard for the Sith Lord back on his base in Mustafar a few weeks prior, you spent every minute of every day alongside him.

You fell very hard, very quickly and knew a side of him that no one else did.

You couldn’t believe it when he started showing his interest in you too. 

You’d spend hours on end in his quarters just you and him.

No one else knew of course.

The other officers just thought you were carrying out your duty of guarding him yourself.

And he never once dropped even a smidgen of a hint about how attached he was to you.

On the outside, whilst surrounded by others, he was cold towards you, barley even glancing your way most of the times under the gazes of your fellow troopers, but when those doors slid shut to his quarters, it all changed.

He’d be on you like a rash, sometimes not even managing to get out of his suit in time.

Using the force to his full advantage also to get you to make all his favourite kind of sounds fill his room. 

You were never touched nor fucked by another man like Darth Vader did it.

He’d have you whimpering time and time again as you came over his cock, or even just his fingers depending on the time limit you had together.

Your heart skipped a beat when images of him flashed through your mind just now. 

*Will you ever see him again?*

A pang of sadness hits you, just as you feel the pain from the impact from one of the officers blaster being hit off the back of your skull as he tries to force you into the cell. 

“Aaaah” you cry out as your vision goes blurry.

You’re knocked unconscious.

***

Lord Vader’s breathing is almost deafening though his apparatus.

Along side his remaining troopers following him now to his shuttle, they have never seen the Sith Lord so angry before.

They had taken the Death Star plans which meant they had taken her.

The rebel officers had snatched away his first hand guard in pursuit of getting their hands on the plans. 

And he was livid.

Shooting upwards away from the firey surface of Mustafar, the Lava rivers bubbling and blowing below like it was feeling the anger radiating from Darth Vader.

“T-minus 2 minutes until we reach the rebel force freighter my lord” the pilot calls back to Vader but he doesn’t answer.

He just focuses on you, he has to get you back.

He never once thought of having such feelings towards another being after, you know who.

He thought he wasn’t capable of it.

But he can’t let you slip away from him.

He’s in too deep.

You were always there, listening to him talk about anything or even rant about the latest incompetence of the other troopers.

No matter how angry he’d be, it’ll melt away under your smile.

He wrote off the chance at being with another woman ever again, but that first night you and he finally cut the sexual tension in the room, it was the best he’s ever had!

He pushes the memories he has of you to the back of his mind, instead reaching it out to try and find you.

He can sense your presence even from this far, he felt the fear that went through you as you were taken aboard their ship.

He knew that there was something horribly wrong when he could almost hear you shouting inside his mind, felt you fight to guard his base, his quarters, his plans.

He couldn’t get there fast enough. 

A few of your colleagues were defeated, slumped over along the corridors leading up to the room and his heart dropped thinking that one of them could have been you.

No one knows about you and him. 

No one knows that you are of any more importance than his other troopers.

They could kill you on the spot and not realise just how much of a necessity you were to him.

He can see the rebel ship come into view now as his imperial shuttle breaks through the atmosphere of his planet.

Reaching out with the force he knows you’re still alive. 

All be it, you’re definitely weaker, possibly knocked out.

Another wave of anger radiates through him.

He’s going to kill them all.

Every single one of them.

And he’s not going to stop.

***

The continuing blaring alarm brings you back round to consciousness.

You blink a few times, hoping the memories flashing though your mind about what has happened is all a bad dream.

Opening your eyes you soon come to realise you are in binders.

Sat on the floor, your back leant on the side wall of the holding cell you were in, keeping you sat upright.

The pounding in your head reminding you of the blow you took from one of the rebel fighters.

*from behind…the coward!* 

You think to yourself, teeth clenching together as a new wave of adrenaline starts to pump around your body.

*You need to get out of here*

Trying to get on your feet, you wobble a bit.

Wether it’s due to the dizziness of the hit you took or because you need to find Lord Vader, need to let him know where you are.

*Where are you?*

You stumble over to the door, trying to prize it open with great difficulty as your hands are binded together, it’s locked tight.

“There’s no use fighting…” you almost jump out of your skin at the voice, the other person that’s inside this cell with you.

“Just tell us where the plans are and…” 

“And what?!” you snap back.

“You’ll kill me either way!” you almost spit out the word kill.

The rebel fighter sighs out loud “we’re not like him you know? Not like the Empire…

Tell us where the plans are to the Darth Star and we will let you go” 

“Bantha fodder!” You shout at him and turn to face the door again, trying to work out a way to get it open.

The small window on the door is sat at a certain height which makes you have to tiptoe to peer out of it.

It’s no good though as all you can see is the darkness of the corridor that’s on the other side.

*The lights must of been taken out*

You think out loud as you turn around, sinking down the length of the door, you almost curl up into a ball as you hit the floor.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

You’ve never been sensitive to the force but you’d try anything right now to get Lord Vader to know where you are.

*please, please, please be ok*

You try to force out some sort of signal into the darkness of this very corridor.

To let him know you’re alive, all be it a bit bruised and battered.

Your ears strain along with your eyes closed as it seems you use all your senses at once to try and figure out an escape plan.

A small crackle of a radio breaks the silence between you and this rebel officer as you hear a voice over his comms.

“Commander…A ship…a ship has docked sir! Sir! A shuttle has landed on our freighter and…and…argh!” 

A smile creeps across your face as you lift your head up at those panicked words.

You don’t need to be with the force for you to know who the officer on the radio is referring to.

He’s come for you.

“No! Come in…officer do you read me?” you can almost hear the fear in the rebel fighters voice.

“Dank ferrick!” He shouts and you let out a small chuckle. 

The commander looks at you dead in the eye, you see some sort of change in demure flash across his eyes.

He stalks towards you, grabbing at your binded wrists he pulls you up on to your feet.

“Tell me!” he’s shouting so close to your face you can feel tiny bits of salvia coming out of his mouth at every word he says to you.

“Tell me where those death star plans are!! Now!!” 

He lands a back handed slap right across your face, dropping his grasp he had on you too so the impact caused you to hit the floor.

You spit out and notice blood on the floor from the cut that has now formed on your lip.

You should be scared, it hurt like hell that hit but you smirk up at him instead.

He’s so screwed when Lord Vader sees what he’s done to you.

Your reaction to him hitting you doesn’t have the desired affect so he kicks out in anger, landing his boot right across your ribs.

You cry out in pain this time.

Your side starts to throb along with your lip thats definitely swollen now.

“Tell me or I shall beat it out of you!” the venom from his words drips out as you think to his earlier remarks of not being like the Empire.

Trying to calm your breathing you gather up enough energy to stand but the rebel commander grabs you by your hair, pulling his other arm back he’s ready to strike you again but he stalls. 

You glance up at him, wondering why you’re not feeling the sting of yet another hit, why has he stopped but that’s when you hear it.

The distance screams of men.

You hear a bundle of footsteps, people are running down the corridor past the door you are locked behind.

They’re shouting.

They’re panicked.

He’s closer.

The rebel commander lets go of you once more and walks over to the door, peering out the glass much easier than you could due to his hight.

That’s when you see it, his face is covered in a red glow almost immediately as he screams out in pain.

Looking down towards his waistline, you see the searing light of a red saber.

It’s penetrated through both the door of the holding cell and through the body of the commander…

Darth Vader has found you.

#star wars #darth vader #rebel #mentions of smut #mentions of injury #reader pov #rogue one

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SEAL Team (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric Blackburn/Scott Carter/Mike Smith, Mandy Ellis/Jason Hayes/Brock Reynolds Characters: Mike Smith, Scott Carter (SEAL Team TV), Jason Hayes, Brock Reynolds Additional Tags: Swearing, mentions of injury, Bickering, mentions of workplace sex, Workplace Relationship, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023 Series: Part 20 of Universe of Trios, Part 18 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Navy Base, Part 2 of 2 Navy 1 Marine Summary:

“They’ve been doing this for forty-five minutes straight. I thought they might pause for breath at some point, but I guess I was wrong.”

Brock and Jason are bickering, Metal is endlessly entertained and Mike really wants to be the sensible one

#seal team #yotp #yotp 2023 #mandy x jason x brock #metal x blackburn x mike #mike smith #scott carter #brock reynolds #jason hayes #swearing #mentions of injury #mentions of workplace sex #workplace romance #workplace relationships

[onestepbackwards]

(Chatting)

Shiny Anon here. I’ve worked up the courage to share my first attempt at Canon/Reader smut (actually, my first attempt at smut, period), I hope it isn’t too terrible. Reader is AFAB.

Note: /this/ implies the enclosed text it in italics, since it won’t let me use them.

Backstory: Aura Healer!Reader was hit by a terrible electric attack which, among other injuries, has damaged their voice and makes it difficult to move a lot without hurting. They are finally home from the hospital and given the clear for “strenuous activity.”

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Emmet has a stricken look on his face as his fingers trace the lines on your skin. “Litchtenberg marks,” he whispers, horrified. He can see that the lines terminate in a star-shaped mark almost directly over your heart. His hands start to shake and you catch them in your own. You bring one hand to rest directly on the mark so he can feel your heartbeat.

“/I’m here/,” you whisper. “/I’m alive./”

Emmet swallows hard, then pulls you close and kisses you fiercely. Surprised, you freeze for a second before melting into the kiss. You realize that Emmet needs a sort of proof that you are really here with him. The rest of both your clothes are quickly shed and then Emmet is pressing you back into the bed, almost looming over you. His lips trace the same path his fingers had earlier, trailing kisses and nips over the lightning-shaped marks. You gasp, arching into his touch.

Emmet’s slender fingers deftly brush the sensitive skin of your belly, sliding further down to caress your most private of places. His mouth quickly follows. From where he kneels between your legs, he glances up at your face, silently asking permission, which is given by a shaky nod.

Your body jumps, hips thrusting up automatically when Emmet’s mouth finds you clit. Emmet easily pins you down against the bed even as his tongue lavishes attention on your most sensitive spot. First one finger, then two, slides inside you, curling and twisting in a way that makes you see stars. You squirm in his hold, one hand tangling in his silver locks to pull him closer.

Emmet laughs softly in delight at the reactions he is causing, the vibrations of his voice sending you spiraling even higher. The tension builds and builds until it finally snaps and the pleasure crashes over you in waves. Emmet hears you gasp and hiss his name, feeling your inner muscles clench and ripple around his fingers.

Something Emmet finds intriguing about you is that you are rarely vocal during sex. You do not scream or howl in pleasure, rarely emitting anything louder than a soft moan. Your facial expressions are very self-contained as well, but Emmet has never had trouble reading them. It is your eyes that really show how you feel, the blue aura flecks dimming or brightening depending on your emotions. The saying about someone’s eyes ‘glowing with pleasure’ can be very literal in your case.

Emmet watches with a satisfied smile as you come back down from your climax. “Good?” he asks.

You huff a whispery laugh. “/Very. Come here,/” you whisper, a relaxed smile on your own face. The hand that had been tangled in his hair moves to cup his cheek and gently tugs him back up. The resulting kiss is soft, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Emmet shifts, positioning himself so he is pressed up against your opening. He raises an eyebrow in silent question. “Go ahead,” you tell him. Emmet buries himself to the hilt in one swift thrust. Your breath comes in a sharp inhale as your inner muscles tighten around him reflexively. He groans, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, you just breathe together as he waits for your body to adjust. Finally, you buck your hips a little, signaling that he can move.

Emmet sets a quick pace, the slick from your earlier release letting his body glide smoothly against yours. Your arms wind around his neck, and though you can’t really wrap your legs around his waist without pain, your hips still rise to meet his at every thrust. Emmet feels you tighten around him as you begin to spiral up again. As Emmet nears his own peak, his thrusts become erratic. Reaching down between your bodies, Emmet scrapes the pad of his thumb over your clit, sending you over the edge and you gasp his name again as you come hard. The clamping down of your muscles around him pushes him over too and you fall (fly?) into ecstasy together.

Afterwords, Emmet rolls you both onto your sides so he doesn’t crush you, and you just lie together. He is reluctant to disengage himself from you, despite having gone soft. You seem in no hurry either, simply snuggling close.

A yawn escapes you and Emmet laughs softly. He finally slips out of you so he can reach over and pull the blankets up around you both. Then he wraps his arm around you again. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he says. “I love you, and I am verrry glad you are here.”

You tilt your head up so you can kiss him. “/Goodnight, Emmet,/” you whisper. “/I love you too./”

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Thank you so much for the good food, Shiny Anon!! This was a treat to read!!! You did great! It was an amazing read, thank you for sharing it with me! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

#ask #✨ anon #shiny anon #zed.talks #submission #emmet x reader #emmet #subway boss emmet #pokdmon #pokemon x reader #x reader #submas #nsft #smut #spicy stuff🔥 #long post #mentions of injury #minor details of scars #scars #cw injury mention