#my vision is blurry my sleep is deprived but honestly?

[toytle]

kissing superheroes w/ flying powers yields mixed results

exhibit A: barry’s grounding technique for hal 💗

(see exhibit B)

#halbarry #hal jordan #green lantern #barry allen #the flash #detective comics #dc #dc comics #dc fanart #valentine’s day #lovecore #danart #thank you for all the encouragement during this process 🙏 #my vision is blurry my sleep is deprived but honestly? #so worth it i feel like i’ve outdone myself #hal’s squiggle highlights in contrast to barry’s jagged lightning lines?? #this kind of genius can only happen at 4 AM #i cannot wait to see what i end up doing with the superbat counterpart to this #(<- improvises every step of the drawing process) #alt text #described #<- transcribing this was literally like writing fanfic btw #why am i blushing

[yourlocalartsonist]

ROTTMNT - Moths Fly In Packs Chapter Two

A/N: Hi lmao I’m back from the depths for my dumb little fanfic. And yes I know I self indulged a teensy bit and made it another Leo-centric chapter but shush next chapter I promise I have it planned to focus on a different duo. ANYWAY OFF WE GO I HOPE YALL ENJOY <3

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Disclaimer: Chapter involves manipulation, light s*xual h*rassment, and curse words. If you’re sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe <3

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SLAM!!

I jumped at the sound of Jaiden shutting our locker.

“Awake yet?”

“I am now. Jeez Jaiden, did you have to close it so loud?” I tried blinking my blurry vision away.

“You started snoring in the middle of the hallway. How long did you even stay up last night?”

I smiled “You don’t wanna know.”

I’ve been trying my hardest to stay awake at school today but my efforts remained unsuccessful, teachers kept having to wake me up in class. But, in moments like this, it helps having a goody-two-shoes reputation. They were more concerned than upset and some of them even let me nap if I finished my work early. I suppose the sleepiness is to be expected. The adrenaline from last night paired with my usual insomnia left me awake for at least an hour after I got home.

No regrets, though. I’ve felt happier than I have in a long time and despite my incredibly sleep deprived face, I feel like I’m glowing.

A blonde haired boy perked up as I passed him. “Salena, wait!”

For better or worse, that glow is definitely noticeable since Zane’s been losing his mind seeing me so visibly chipper after the one night I didn’t speak to him. I ignored him yet again and kept walking with Jaiden to class.

“Hey, don’t you think you’ve been mad at him long enough?” There it is, the conversation I was dreading all day.

“Nope.”

“You’ve nearly ignored him for the whole day. The silent treatment isn’t exactly a good look on you.”

“He broke someone’s nose, Jaiden. That guy didn’t even come to school today! And this is his sixth fight this year, how many more am I supposed to just excuse?”

“Maybe he had a good reason. You yourself say that Zane wouldn’t pick a fight with someone without needing to.”

I grumbled at their words. Zane was known to be a bit of a bully since highschool started. I used to be someone he targeted but I still treated him like a human and I guess that won him over or something. He had friends but apparently they were just for show, I was the only one who didn’t see him as a heartless monster so he treated me differently. Getting to know him better, he really was a fun guy to be around. I wish his anger wasn’t so easily set off, people would honestly like him more.

“I know and you’re right, he probably did have a reason. But I don’t know, I just don’t feel okay with this right now.”

“So you’re just taking your anger out on him then?”

“No, I’m not, I-I think. I’m just…Look I’ll forgive him when I’m ready, okay?”

“Since when were you so petty.”

It stung a bit. It’s not that I didn’t plan on forgiving him, or that I didn’t know I was putting Jaiden in an awkward spot with this whole situation. Or that I didn’t feel bad acting like this. I just can’t shake off the feeling that he did what he did for a bad reason. I know he’s a good person deep down and I want to give him the benefit of the doubt but something’s stopping me. And honestly, the confusion from all that made me set it to the side altogether. I’m too tired to think and just wanted to reminisce about the feeling leftover from last night a little longer. Without having to deal with all of this.

But Jaiden is probably right. I guess I am just being petty. I tapped my desk in annoyance for a bit, then sighed. Defeated, I whipped out my phone to text Zane.

After finishing my last class, I waited outside the school building for him at our usual spot. It didn’t take long till I saw him running over. He yanked me into a hug immediately, way too fast for me to stop him.

“So you finally forgive me!”

“Yeah, I did.” I smiled, slowly trying to wiggle out of his grip to not hurt his feelings. “But I still need to know something.”

He blinked at me expectedly, not losing his grin from earlier. He can look quite endearing when he wants to, it boggles my mind why he chooses to be…well, him.

“Why did you punch Anand? I know you had your reasons so I want to know what they were.”

His smile faltered a bit. “That…I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t. I don’t want you stressing the whole week.”

I raised my brow “Why would it stress me out?”

He said nothing. I tried pushing him a bit more. I didn’t want to overstep boundaries but I’d lose my head if I just dropped it at that.

“Zane, I have to know. I want to believe you weren’t trying to hurt him for no reason but I can’t until you tell me why.”

He muttered something under his breath. “...To protect you.”

“What?”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“From what?”

“From him, duh.”

I squinted my eyes unable to figure out what he meant. Was it me? Was my lack of sleep consuming my last remaining brain cells?

“Zane, he’s never even talked to me before then?”

Zane avoided my gaze.

After a while, he gave in. “Anand’s a creep, he’s been stalking you for days.”

“He what?”

“I caught him staring at you a lot and got a bad feeling. Everywhere you were, he was somewhere near by. So one day I kept an eye on him after school and saw him following you home. That’s why I punched him when he tried talking to you yesterday. I just got worried.”

“Wha…why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you.”

My eyes went wide. I felt a wave of guilt rushing over me. He was trying to protect me from a stalker. Ever since we became friends Zane’s done nothing but try to protect me. I’m just…an ungrateful brat. Maybe I started seeing him differently after his pushiness grew. But at the end of the day he’s still my best friend. He was trying to help.

“God, I am so so so sorry Zane. I should’ve heard you out. I never would’ve guessed…”

“It’s okay, I already let it go.” He hugged me tighter. I didn’t really like the way it felt but I wasn’t in any position to deny him. “You really need to be more careful, you know? The world is full of bad people and you’re so damn naive.”

My eye twitched. Ah yes, because I wouldn’t know a thing about bad people.

Shut up, Salena. You already let your tempter get the best of you once, just focus on making it up to him now.

“Well, do you wanna get some ice cream like we used to? My treat.”

He pulled away almost entirely, still keeping a hand on my back.

“Sounds great!”

***

“Bye Tina, bye Aaliyah!” I waved back at the tiny girl and her mom, leaving their building soon after.

It was pretty dark out now. The Johnsons don’t usually give me such awkward hours. Most of the time it’s for date nights where neither mother would be home till at least one am. They let me sleep over whenever that happens since they sometimes stay out late enough to put even my insomniac ass to shame. Today was different, though, they called me over last minute. April showers bring May flowers but also brought parental panic when both of them got stuck at work due to the unexpected weather. Did that mean I had to go out in the storm to get to Tina’s place? Yes, yes it did. Would I do it again in a heartbeat? Yes, yes I would. She’s only five after all, I’m way older and still scared of thunder.

Mother Nature finished her tantrum about an hour ago. It’s ten pm currently and Aaliyah just got home, granting me the pleasure of walking back to my place in the cold dark night of New York City hoping I don’t get mugged or worse. I’m not upset at them, though. It’s not their fault and I needed the extra cash anyway. Plus, they did offer to let me stay the night like always. I had to refuse this time as my aunt was already super pissed I had to be away for the day, and I like my head on my neck so I chose the lesser evil.

They lived in a quieter area, a part of New York that actually does sleep. A late night walk in this atmosphere meant being alone with my thoughts. And that meant not being able to push away what I’d been trying to for a literal month now.

Zane.

Things with Zane went back to normal at school. Or, normal-ish at least, he would still try to touch me every opportunity he got or bring up how good we look together whenever we’re out. But that’s besides the point, it’s not what’s been bugging me lately.

It’s his accusation. Of Anand being a stalker.

I guess I didn’t realize this in the heat of the moment but when I look back, one thing just doesn’t sit right with me: I have quite good intuition and know if I’m being watched or followed. My senses were always naturally heightened and on top of that I’ve traveled to school by myself since I was eight. Doing that in this city teaches you a thing or two about having eyes on the back of your head. If Anand had been following me to my house, I definitely would’ve noticed. But Zane wouldn’t lie to me, either, he’s promised that from the start. Could it be a misunderstanding maybe? What if Anand was innocent?

Speaking of heightened senses, my thoughts broke when I suddenly got the feeling I wasn’t alone. But scanning my environment, there wasn’t a single person around, and yet I could still feel a…presence.

I flinched. I saw something, I swear I saw something! Something pink and mushy, disappeared when I turned back to get a better look. But it could just be nothing probably, I read somewhere when your brain gets bored it causes you to see things out of random everyday shapes. Maybe that’s what it was?

Surely I’m just seeing things. Right?

Still, I quickened my pace and rushed out of that area as fast as I could. Better to not risk it. When I felt a bit safer, I took out my phone and opened Zane’s contact.

My mind went back to his confession. It was during Valentine’s day, when he insisted I go with him to a late night movie that ended around midnight. I didn’t normally stay out so late but since I was with a friend, I thought I’d be safe. And I did feel safe up until my back was figuratively and literally against a wall.

“What would you do if I kissed you?”

I felt my face contort at the memory. I hated thinking about that whole moment. I mean shoot your shot, sure, but did it have to be like that? It’s like he already expected one answer and didn’t prep for any other. I exit the chat reluctantly. Had this been any day in the past, I would’ve called him to see if he could stay on the line while I walked home just so I’d feel less creeped out. I never meant it as anything more but maybe I gave him the wrong idea? I did always struggle figuring out what things are supposed to be romantic vs platonic.

I scrolled to the next chat on my phone: the group chat Mikey added me in with the rest of his brothers. Even though I was more than ecstatic they accepted me so fast, my shyness did not magically disappear. I’m the person who pops in and cosplays the fly on the wall while everyone else is partaking in the chaos I’d secretly love to join in on. Regardless, even just being in the chat still makes me smile. Especially Raph’s daily “good morning!”s or Leo’s numerous mid-battle selfies.

I jumped to the sound of dogs barking at something in the distance. Remembering my situation, my shaky hands pressed the call button on the chat deciding I’d just ask whoever picked up if they could virtually keep me company at least until I’m in a busier area. The phone rang while my dread from earlier was slowly creeping back.

After a few rings, I got an answer “Chello~”

“Mikey! Hey! Hello! Awkward thing to ask but could you-“

“One sec Salena. Ahem, SHUT THE FUCK UP LOUDMOUTHS I’M ON THE PHONE!!” Oh my poor sweet eardrums.

“Uh, s-so anyway I-“

“MIKEY!…What did I say…about fucking CURSING!?” Raph was panting in the distance. Were they running?

There was some sort of mechanical whizzing in the background paired with the boys’ screams of terror and Donnie’s maniacal laughter. Gee, I wonder who could’ve caused the horrors going on there.

I don’t have time for this. Taking a deep breath, I attempted once more.

“Guys listen I-I’m kinda alone outside right now and it’s really late and also really really scary tonight. Can someone please just-”

“WALK YOU HOME SURE THING LEON’S GOT IT ‘K BYE!”

…They hung up. These fuckers and their habit of interrupting. I shrugged, sharing my location in the chat anyway. All I cared about right now was just not being alone.

And not five minutes later, relief washed over me as I heard the prideful voice of a certain blue idiot.

“Your favorite fearless hero has arrived!”

“Heya Leo!” He jumped down and landed next to me. “Ya know, I was just gonna ask if someone could stay on call with me. You didn’t have to come all the way out here.”

“Oh nah, I may be the hero but you saved me tonight. Don’s testing out the evil bed again.” He said with such ease as if I had any fucking idea what he was on about.

“The evil wha?..”

“Long story. And besides,”

He paused for a moment. His eyes looked…softer? I mean he kept his smirk but it was noticeably different somehow.

“your voice was shaking. Why not kill two birds with one stone and see what’s going on, catch my drift?”

“O-oh, that. Yeah, I got a little spooked I guess. I feel like I saw something but… Um, it’s good you’re here, though. You can just zip-zap me home with your mystic-magic-powers!”

“Well, about that…I forgot to bring my katanas and without them I’m kinda stuck mystic-magic-power-less.”

I cocked a brow at his shrug. “You forgot your katanas yet somehow you arrive at my location in, what, a minute? You guys live nearby or something?”

“Hey, they don’t call us ninjas for nothing! Now come on.” He guided me up to the rooftop of the building next to us. “If the streets feel unsafe we’ll take a different route.”

As tired as I was, I can’t pretend a walk with Leo didn’t sound nice. Besides, it was Friday anyway, I could just sleep in a bit and take my chances. I’m not down for dealing with an angry aunt tonight but no one said anything about tomorrow.

“Problemo, how are we supposed to travel via roof?”

“You ever tried parkour?”

“WHAT?!” Fuck the angry aunt, that’s not my main concern anymore.

“What? An adrenaline junkie like you, you’ll love this!”

“I failed gym Leon. I was the only one in my class to fail gym.”

“Relax, it’ll be fun. Just hold on to my hand and jump when I do.”

I looked down to what would soon be my death “And who’s paying for the hospital bills if I fall?”

“You won’t fall, trust me. You’ll like this.”

I’m scared out of my wits right now but Leo looked strangely sincere saying that. It was a little calming. And, as much as I hate to admit it, he had a point. Looking down at the ground I see nothing but a flat, lifeless, and dead me.

But when I look up ahead…the beautiful city lights painted an entirely different story.

I let him take my hand.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

We stepped back, ran forward, and took the leap of faith.

And there it was, that feeling again. The feeling from that night when I first properly met them. My favorite memory of this year. The wind blowing in my hair, my skin turning cold. I was breathless. It feels like I’m flying.

Surprisingly, my legs didn’t collapse under me when we landed. Leo glanced at me to check how I’m feeling and I’m guessing my beaming smile encouraged him so we kept going and made the next jump.

“THIS IS AMAZING!”

“See? Told you you’d love it!”

I can’t even explain the thrill I’m experiencing. My brain feels completely numb, my body’s moving on its own. Every fear, every worry, everything just disappears, passing by like the towers beside us. The day is gone. Nothing else matters right now. Nothing but us and the night.

I let out a cheer. I feel strong, I feel brave, I feel so many things I’d never imagine myself to be! I didn’t even notice when Leo had let go of my hand. Leaping from one canopy to another I almost completely immersed myself in the late night air.

Almost.

I saw it again, to my right this time. Pink, mushy. Box shaped. Fear overrode my systems and I forgot I was mid-air. I messed up my footing and slipped off the edge.

“Gotcha!” But as promised, I didn’t fall.

Leo pulled me up “You okay?”

I nodded, looking back at where I saw it. It was gone again.

“Hey what happened? You were doing so well back there.”

Would he think I’m crazy if I told him?

“Leo?” I gathered my thoughts “You know the whole alien invasion thing that happened a few months ago? Or, well, almost a year ago now.”

His breath hitched. “Yeah, the Krang. What about it?”

So that’s what they’re called.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you guys were the ones to stop them. What exactly happened to them? Like, where are they now?”

“…One got trapped in the prison dimension, one was in the ship and most likely died, and the government took the last one.” Leo’s eyes were drifting away in another world. He closed them and clenched his jaw. “They’re nothing to worry about anymore.”

I shifted around a little. “You ever think if given the chance they’d want a rematch?”

“Yeah probably.” He opened his eyes and returned to a playful tone. “Especially the main one. He’s a real sore loser, don’t even get me started on that guy.”

“How delightful. Say, think I could join in on the battle this time?”

“I dunno, can you fight Krang?”

“As a matter of fact.” That seemed to catch his attention.

“Shit, for real?”

I nodded proudly. “I was outside when the invasion happened so I had my encounters. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m still alive!”

He chuckled. “I’ll consider it then. But hey, you shouldn’t worry about things like that. You’re friends with us, the world's greatest ninjas. If it comes down to round two, we’ll keep the world safe.”

There was a sense of determination to him. I knew he meant those words. But I couldn’t help wondering…

“What about you?”

He looked confused. So I continued. “I mean who’s gonna protect you guys? Yeah sure you’ve dealt with them before but…it left its consequences, didn’t it?”

His voice lowered with a sad smile on his face. “What gave it away?”

“The selfies. That you’d send sometimes. I noticed Raph’s shell…”

For a split second I saw panic in his eyes. The mention of his shell must’ve brought back some memories. But before I could ask if he was okay, he brushed it off and returned to normal.

“Yeah that was…that was the Krang. But every hero has to sacrifice, it’s just part of the job.”

…I wonder what you sacrificed, Leo.

We stayed there for a while, I think a few minutes. Just staring at nighttime New York. I think I speak for everyone, including Leo, when I say nearly losing our home to a bunch of brain aliens really put into perspective how beautiful and precious it is.

“By the way, I was only half-joking earlier. I doubt you’ll need it but…if, come round two, you guys need a hand, I’ll be ready.”

He looked at me poker faced for a bit. Then just looked away and moved on.

“It’s getting late. We should get you home, I think I’ve hogged you long enough.”

Truth be told, I didn’t want to just drop the conversation like that. But he was right, I really shouldn’t stretch out my time more than I already have.

“Still need me to hold your hand on the first jumps?”

“Just a few more times, yeah.”

We decided to stop at my building's roof instead of the fire escape and while I didn’t exactly want to go yet, it was relatively late and my legs are screaming in pain from the sudden workout. I walked to the door that leads to the stairs, if I go that route I could still enter through the front door and not have to attempt to gaslight my aunt into thinking I totally didn’t enter through the bedroom window like an insane person in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, Leo drew his katana to portal himself home.

Wait…KATANA??

“OHAHBUTUHDUHDWAH!” trying and failing miserably at saying real words, I instead pointed to the evidence. “T-THING! THE THING! YOU HAD IT ALL ALONG?!”

Boy was Leo a laughing wreck at that. Poor guy was clutching his stomach, gasping and struggling to even stand properly. It’s not like I have any right to judge, I was no better.

I tried catching my breath, at least enough to speak “You, are one stupid little liar! Why would you lie about that of all things?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I have a good reason I promise!” He wiped a tear from his eyes. “So, you know how you’ve been way too shy to ask any of us to hang out even though you so obviously want to?”

“Wait, how’d you-”

“Yeah, it was that. Just a little plan to try getting you out of your shell, that’s all. And yes, pun intended.”

I smiled at the dumb joke, or maybe it was more towards the goofy grin he gave when telling it. It’s funny, though. I usually self sabotage when it comes to texting new people: I get too shy to text first or worried I’d respond too quick, blah blah blah all that jazz. And while it’s still something I undeniably need to fix, I’ve got to say, it felt nice seeing someone actually understand why I get that way. For as aloof as he acts, Leo seems to pay pretty close attention to detail.

“You know what? I’m not even mad, tonight was so worth it!”

“Even worth the betrayal? I’d never let anyone get away so easy if they did that to me!” He struck a dramatic pose and I matched the performance.

“Oh the absolute horror! Exercise! Truly, the top dog of anime betrayals!”

I could barely even finish the joke before went into another giggle fit at our shared lack of good humor. My face was killing me from the pain but I had no complaints. I didn’t realize this before but I haven’t laughed this much in a while.

“Really though, if you’re up for it, how about we do this again next week? To make it up to you?”

“Oh goody, an extra day of gym.” I say, but the smile on my face totally stabs me in the back.

He went ahead and actually opened the portal this time “So, same time same place?”

“You bet!” I opened the door.

“Hey Leon?”

“Yep?”

“Thank you.”

And with that, I closed the door behind me and started going down the stairs.

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#rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt season 3 #leo hamato #rottmnt fanfiction #oc x canon #rottmnt x oc #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt s3 #rottmnt moths fly in packs

[pinkczennie]

Incubus | Ten (m)

Summary: According to urban myth, if you had sex in your dreams and it actually felt real, it means that negative entities are having sex with you while you sleep. You’re sex deprived, so a sex demon helps you with your little problem.

Pairings: incubus!Ten x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.1K

Disclaimer: This is just purely fiction and does not accurately represent how incubus’ work. Anyways, brb I think I need to go to church to purify my soul because this is just absolute smut.

Italics= inside the dreams

Quarantine has been rough for you. 

At first, you didn’t think this would be a problem, but now it’s starting to take a toll on you because you’re slowly starting to lose it. 

Because you are trying to follow quarantine guidelines and maintain as little physical interaction with others as much as possible in fear of contracting a deadly virus, you’ve become a little pent up. In other words, you haven’t been able to have sex in a while.

The last time you got intimate with another male was about almost a year ago. Who would have known this global pandemic situation would have happened because you took physical touch for granted. Had you known this was going to happen, you would have tried to fulfil your sexual needs when it was still socially acceptable to be around other people because you are just suffering at home right now. 

Sleeping around with other men right now would probably not be a safe idea, especially since you live with your parents and would not want to risk their health over your needs. Besides, your parents temporarily forbid you to see any friends or bring anyone over until the situation is over anyways. You don’t blame them, after all, who knows where other people have been and who they have interacted with, so it’s only safe for everyone in the house to restrict human interaction for a moment except with people living under the same roof.

You try to convince yourself that you can wait until the pandemic is over, but as the days go by and days turn into many months, you’re absolutely touch starved. To be more precise, you’re sexually frustrated. 

Masturbating has helped to a certain extent but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you fully. You wanted to feel another man’s touch again.  

In fact, you were so sexually frustrated that you began to experience having sex dreams. 

The room was dark and it was empty except for your bed. You laid in bed on your back completely naked and your pussy was soaking wet as an attractive looking male hovers over you. You don’t recognize the man in front of you because it’s not a face you have seen in person before. 

He had raven-black hair that covered his forehead, cat-like eyes, and flawless skin. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, practically exposing his chest, and you spot the number 10 tattooed by his heart. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his wrists and his ears are covered in piercings. His pants were partially removed to only expose his dick and he rubs it against your slit, causing more wetness to secrete. 

“Ahhhh-” you let out a long moan as he suddenly enters you in one fluid thrust thanks to your slick.

The initial pain of his girth stretching around your tight walls soon turned into pleasure after you were able to adjust to his size. 

His hands were holding each side of your hips in place while his length begins to thrust into your heat. Your body feels hot and you became a whimpering mess as you allowed yourself to continue getting fucked in your dream, not from fear but from pleasure. 

You don’t even know who the male is that is currently fucking you but your mind is so clouded with lust that you don’t even care as long as you get to reach your climax. It feels so good, even if it is just in a dream, that you didn’t even last long because after a few seconds you could already feel that tight knot in your stomach ready to snap. 

After a few more thrusts, you both come undone and your body trembles at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you’ve been fucked and it feels amazing.

Soon, your mind slowly starts to wake up and your dream starts to slowly fade away. 

Once your mind slowly becomes conscious, you could feel your heart currently thumping wildly in your chest and you are panting lightly, so you keep your eyes closed for a moment as you try to come down from your high.

Your eyes flutter open as you lay there in your bed and stare at the ceiling as your vision becomes less blurry, feeling slightly disheveled and there is this weird sensation between your legs. You rub your fingers against your clothed core and you jolt because you could feel it throbbing with oversensitivity. 

Looks like you are going to have to change into a new pair of underwear because your current pair was completely damp from your little wet dream. 

It was so strange because the dream felt so real considering the state you woke up in. 

But lord, did it feel good. You felt somehow refreshed from getting some sort of action after many months, but also a little frustrated because it wasn’t enough and you wanted more. 

If only you could go back to your dream on command. Curse dreams for feeling like it only lasts for a few seconds even though hours have actually passed by. 

At first, you didn’t think much of it nor the male in your dream because it’s normal to have wet dreams occasionally...until it became a frequent occurrence.

The second time you had a sex dream was about a week later. 

Just like last time, it was dark and you couldn’t see anything, but you were on your bed again with your ass up and face down. 

You look behind your shoulder and you see him again, the same male from your previous sex dream in the exact same attire as well. This time, you can hear his sultry voice speaking. His voice was faint so you barely remember what his voice sounded like exactly, but you recall what he said:

“Are you ready?” he asks with a soothing tone.

“Yes,” you reply. 

You suck in a breath when you feel a wet tongue swipe across your folds. Your toes curl and you spread your legs further apart as the man continues to eat you out. His tongue felt amazing against your dripping hole as he shoves the wet muscle deeper inside of you. He sure knows how to work his tongue on you as he plunges it into the deepest part of your slick walls. 

You felt so filthy like this, completely exposed as an unknown male laps up your juices, but you could care less because you’re about to lose it when you feel two fingers rub against your clit. After all, this was just a dream. 

Again, as you cum, your mind begins to slowly awaken and your dream fades to nothing once again. 

This was your second wet dream in less than a month but having another sex dream should be nothing but a mere coincidence, you think to yourself. Right? 

That is until you had another one. The third time you had a sex dream happens a couple days later. 

Again, you see the same man but this time in a new position. He lays back comfortably on your bed while you hover over him, practically sitting naked on top of his dick sticking out of his pants.

“Ride me,” he commands as he strokes his hands on your thighs. 

You place both hands on his chest and lift yourself up so your slit is directly above his cock before slowly sinking down on his length. You both throw your heads back as a moan escapes both your lips. He is buried deep inside you and you feel stuffed to the brim from his inches. Your warm cavern is tightly snug around his length and you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. 

You begin to ride him at a slow pace before you pick up the pace and you’re in utter bliss when you find a steady rhythm to bounce on his cock. Your tits bounce as your body moves up and down.

The pattern repeats itself as you release around him. 

It happens again a fourth time and you swear you keep seeing the same man as before from your previous dreams. This is starting to become a strange recurring dream.

Another thing that all of those dreams had in common is that they all felt oddly real. You do wake up with your clothes from the night before still on and your body seems untouched when you look in the mirror but why do you feel so spent?

You think you’re just sex deprived, that’s all. Besides, dreams are just your inner desires so maybe that explains why you are having all these sex dreams. 

You don’t think it is necessary to see a doctor or a professional about your strange dreams considering it isn’t causing any harm to you, like sleep deprivation. 

That night, you are on a video call with your close group of friends, catching up on what all of them have been doing during quarantine because your electronics are the only forms of communication you have with other people. 

Eventually, you complain to them about the outrageous amounts of sex dreams you have been having lately and how the same man keeps appearing in those dreams. Sure, it’s normal to have dreams but when you have multiple sex dreams with the same male, it’s quite concerning. 

“That is weird,” your male friend ponders.

“Is he hot?” your female friend giggles.

“Gorgeous,” you dreamily sigh in content. Honestly, it’s what makes the dream that much more enjoyable. 

“I saw on Tik Tok, that if you have sex in your dreams and actually felt it, it means that a very negative entity called an incubus or succubus is stealing your sexual energy,” another friend informs the group. 

You start to wonder if that was the explanation behind all your sex dreams lately.

“If they want my sexual energy, then they can come and have it because they sure are making me feel good in my dreams.” you joke and your friends all laugh. 

Afterwards, the conversation drifts onto a different topic. 

Little did you know that a negative entity was listening to you this whole time and his lips curled up into a sinister smile at your invitation. Looks like he will be seeing you again real soon once you have drifted off to slumber. 

After your video call with your friends ended, you decide it was time to head to bed since it’s getting pretty late. 

You didn’t have any dreams at all that day, until the day after.

Your dream was unusual today because you’re not in the middle of sex for once. You’re just standing in a dark room still fully clothed in your pajamas. It was still dark and there wasn’t anyone else in there with you, until suddenly, you see a figure emerge from the darkness approaching towards you. 

It’s him again.

This was the man, or more like being, that has been the source of your pleasure, the exact same man that you’ve been seeing in your sex dreams, so now that he stands before you, you can’t help but stare. 

The male’s sharp gaze sent chills down your spine but butterflies in your stomach as well because he is intimidatingly attractive. There was a dark aura surrounding him, yet you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. His hands rest in his pants pockets and one side of his lips curl up into a sinister grin. He stops walking forward when he’s about a foot away from you. 

“Hello, little one, it’s so nice to formally meet you,” the man greets.

You think you’re lucid dreaming because, for some reason, you feel yourself being able to control yourself in the dream as if you were conscious, so you decide to ask him a question that has been on your mind lately. 

“Who are you?” you ask him.

“You can call me Ten,” he responds. 

Your brows furrow as you try to rack your brain for any recollection of a man named Ten but nothing comes to mind. Maybe it’s a nickname he goes by?

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“Not really, but we will be seeing each other much more often from now on.”

A chill runs down your spine at his seemingly threatening statement. What does he mean by seeing each other more often from now on?

“Am I still dreaming?” you ask yourself in a hushed tone.

“You are, technically,” he states with a slight tilt of his head. “Let’s just say we are both in your mind right now.”

“And why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?” You cross your arms over your chest. 

Ten smirks, “That’s because I have the ability to enter your dreams.”

What? How is that even humanly possible to enter someone else’s dreams? Unless...he’s not human. 

“Who-what are you?” you nervously question as you take one step back. You feel your heel come into contact with something behind you when you took a step back but you did not turn around to look in fear of Ten doing something to you once you have your guard down. 

“I’m an incubus.” he announces. 

Your eyes widen like saucers at him. He’s an incubus? 

You have a vague knowledge about incubus’, but you know one thing for sure is that they are sex demons. That would explain how he has the ability to enter your dreams and the eerie atmosphere around him. 

Despite the daunting feeling surrounding him, his appearance does not seem like what you would picture an incubus to look like. You were expecting some horns on his head and maybe some wings, but that’s just what you assumed based on nonfiction novels and interpretations from movies depicting demons.

“You don’t look like an incubus to me,” you raise an eyebrow at him as you eye his human body up and down. You’re not sure if he is just playing around or being truthful.

“Oh, you do not want to see my demon form. Trust me,” he warns. “We have the ability to alter our appearance to take on different forms that our partners would be attracted to.” 

You raise your eyebrow at him but take his word for it. After all, who knows what he would look like in his true form. 

Besides, he does look absolutely captivating in his current form that you would ogle over him if you could. You’re not sure how Ten knew what attributes you were attracted to, but you assume it’s probably his demon powers, you conclude since he can shape shift, that gives him the ability to access this knowledge of yours. 

Now the bigger question is what does he want with you? Did you accidentally summon a supernatural entity without your knowledge? You don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary so you don’t know why he is here and what his purpose is with you. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask. 

“Oh, no no no, I have no desire to kill you. You see, as a sex demon, I thrive by consuming sexual energy from human beings in their sleep,” he elaborates. “And you, little one, you’re so sex-deprived that any sex demon could smell you from a mile radius,” he jokes with a chuckle, “You might as well have ‘fuck me’ labeled on your forehead.” 

Because you are not that knowledgeable about incubus’ and succubus’, you didn’t know being sex-deprived could release a smell that could attract sex demons. 

“There are more sex demons?” you curiously ask.

“Of course. There are practically hundreds of them on Earth. I’m the tenth one in existence.” Ten gestures to the mark on his chest, the number 10. And here you were thinking it was a tattoo.

“Why are you telling me all this?” you wonder.

Ten casually shrugs. “I know you’re probably curious as to why you keep seeing me in your dreams. Besides, people might just think you’re crazy if you go around saying an incubus is haunting your dreams, so I’m not worried about you exposing me. But if you do try to do anything against me, just know I have the ability to erase your memories of your dreams.” He brings his hand up to present him in a ready position to snap his fingers. “Understood?”

You hesitantly nod in understanding.

“So, how are you going to take my ‘sexual energy’?” you ask, putting quotation marks around sexual energy since you can’t see it but apparently he wants it from you.

The demon’s eyes glow a crimson red before he opens his mouth and says, “By fucking you.” 

Your eyes widen from the sudden change of colors in his irises, but then you feel pink tint your cheeks at his bold statement. 

“W-what?” you squeak out.

“You want to have sex and I want your sexual energy. I can satisfy that desire for you but I get to take your sexual energy. Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Besides, didn’t you say to your friends that one night that I can take your sexual energy since I make you feel good?”

You did. 

Ten was staring deeply into your eyes with such intensity that you feel like a defenseless rabbit about to be eaten by a starving wolf. You gulp and sink under his devouring gaze as you feel wetness slowly pooling in your panties. Why were you actually getting turned on from this?

“There is sooo much desire and arousal radiating off of you. It’s so intoxicating. So delicious,” the demon says, stretching out the word ‘so’. His tone is dripping with want and he licks his lips to emphasize his hunger for you as he stares into your eyes.

“What do you say?” he asks with a raised brow.

You don’t know what possessed your body at that moment but you actually nod, accepting his proposal and he smiles wickedly. 

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you are willing to obey to his commands even though a logical person would probably run or scream at the presence of an evil entity. But your brain does not even register anything other than your lustful desire for Ten.  

You gasp when he backs you up and you trip backwards into the bed where the demon’s body hovers over you as you lay under him.

Ten brings one hand to a breast where your nipples are erect and protruding against your thin pajama shirt. You whimper when you feel his fingers brush against your nub. 

With a snap of his fingers, your clothes suddenly disappeared. He licks a stripe up your neck, next your collarbone, and then the valley between your breasts, causing goosebumps to form all over your body as his wet tongue swipes against your skin as if he’s trying to taste you. 

You bite your bottom lip when he rubs two fingers against your folds. 

“Holy shit, I barely touched you and you’re already this wet for me? How dirty” he smirks and he’s not wrong. 

Maybe he was using some sort of spell or had the ability to hypnotize you, because you want him so badly right now. 

He latches his mouth onto your nipple to suck on it and shoves two fingers past your folds, causing you to elicit a string of moans at the sudden intrusion. You grip onto the blanket when he inserts his digits in and out of you, hearing the squelching noises your pussy was making. Then, he begins to release his cock using his free hand from the confines of his pants and he pumps it a few times in his hand before positioning it at your entrance.

“W-wait, shouldn’t you put on a condom or something?” you panic.

“Relax, you won’t get pregnant if I cum inside of you.” he states. “I’m a sex demon, I can’t reproduce. Besides, I’ve already come inside you multiple times before.”

“I thought it was just a dream,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“We’ll then, let’s pretend like it is a dream and not worry about the consequences of your actions in your dreams,” he suggests.

Ten removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces it with his length.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he growls. 

He pushes through your folds and you practically mewl at the penetration. Your nails practically dig into the blankets as he completely bottoms out inside of you. Once you were adjusted to his size, he starts his thrusts off slow but hard. As soon as you tell Ten to go faster, he practically pounds into you without any mercy and you gasp. He throws your legs over his shoulder to reach a deeper angle and it sends you over the edge.

“Yes, feels so good-ah,” you chant as he continues to pound into your throbbing pussy with his harsh pace.

Ten is hitting the deepest parts of you and you’re a moaning mess when the pace becomes faster and faster. The unknown male hits your g spot and a rush of pleasure courses through your body as you make sure he continues to abuse that particular spot.

“There! Oh fuck-” you practically scream.

This is wrong on so many levels because you are literally having sexual intercourse with a demon, yet why does it feel so incredibly good? You feel like you’re committing some kind of sin being so intimate with what is supposed to be a negative entity, but your mind is too preoccupied with lust to even comprehend that rational thought.  

You chant Ten’s name like a mantra as you near your orgasm which only fuels said man’s ego because he knows no one will ever fuck you as good as he does.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right,” he grunts as he feeds off your pleasure. The more intense the sex is and the closer you get to your orgasm, the more sexual energy you release.

You feel his thrusts becoming harsher and his grip is leaving crescent-shaped marks and bruises on your thighs but you are too focused on chasing your own high to notice he is slowly becoming stronger and stronger from taking in your overwhelming amount of sexual energy. 

In fact, you think his cock is actually getting bigger inside of you too but that thought is cut short when he suddenly slaps your ass cheek, causing you to yelp at the pain as the sound echoes the room.  

Ten laughs at your reaction as he continues to ram inside of you at an inhumane pace and all you two can hear are the sounds of moans, bed creaking, and skin slapping against skin. 

Your walls start to clench erratically around his length because you’re close. So fucking close. 

Ten is close too because his breathing becomes harsher and his thrusts are becoming more uneven.

“Cumming. Ten. I’m cumming.” You announce. 

Soon, you release a silent scream as you come undone and climax around his cock. Ten groans and soon comes afterwards, spilling his cum deep inside of you and painting your walls white. 

Both of you just stay in your positions trying to catch your breaths while Ten is still inside of you. You are both covered in a light layer of sweat from your little activity and the place reeks of sex.

Soon, Ten pulls out of your abused hole and his seeds slowly leak out of your abused cunt.

Ten snaps his fingers and next thing you know you’re fully clothed and the mess he released inside you was gone, like nothing ever happened. Ten was fully dressed again, minus the two undone buttons, and the sweat from his body was gone.  

“I’ll come back for you, little one,” he whispers and winks at you.

Suddenly, your alarm rings and you jolt awake. You look around your room, but nobody was in there except you. Then you look down to see you were still in your pajamas. 

You sit up from your bed and rush over to examine your appearance in the closet mirror but nothing looks out of the ordinary, just some bed hair but that’s about it. After examining your entire body but finding nothing, you crawl back to bed and begin to think of Ten and his words.

I’ll come back for you, little one.

“Wow,” you whisper in a daze. 

Was that all real or just an intense dream? Honestly, you couldn’t believe it because it felt like a straight up fantasy. 

Having sex with an incubus was on a whole new level of euphoria. But then again, they are sex demons for a reason. So many dirty thoughts are running through your head as you fantasize over Ten. 

Regardless of whether Ten really was an incubus having sex with you to steal your energy or just a dream, you couldn’t wait to see him in your dreams again to satisfy your fantasies.

#nct smut #ten smut #nct fanfic #nct scenarios

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Where Dreams Lie Part II

Note:

I'm going to be completely honest... I was going to leave it as a one shot but my friends wanted more so I am here to provide. I listened to Grace by Luis Capaldi on loop as I wrote this. So I highly suggest listening to it as you read. Enjoy. P.S this will be continued to at least three to five parts. And yes I slipped a few lines in.

Leonardo X reader

He didn't quite remember when he finally gathered himself back up and slunk down into the sewers. Sometime in the middle of the night he had saw you go back to sleep. It gave him comfort that you wee safe. Safe from him. Safe from the danger that you so willingly would put yourself through if you hadn't been hit with the intense amnestic that The Foot had been working on.

He saw Donnie watch him slink into the kitchen.

"You should just bring them back. Eventually it will wear off-"

"And they will remember how much of a monster I am. Raph had better control under the influence than I did." Leo cut him off aggressively. Donnie flinched.

Leonardo honestly felt bad. Ever since the last major attack from the Foot he had been more hostile. Normally he was the one to keep a cool head as he was the leader. But a button had been pushed and none of the brother knew how to bring their calm brother back.

They actually acted like they stood on eggshells around him. The only thing that would both calm and anger him was you. So they would often suggest him to watch you go to school. But only Donnie ever suggested you to be brought back.

There were only a couple of instances where the other two would worry for his life but Splinter would often step in as well saying that the eldest brother was acting foolish and out of control.

So Leo let out a anger filled huff and when to make his drink. He avoided tea now. It never tasted right anymore. He could never get the right amount of honey or milk that you would put in. So he settled with coffee. It was bitter and made his stomach churn and often cause headaches after an extended time without it but it sufficed. It didn't remind him of you.

I can't seem to drown you out long enough.

He avoided the mediation room unless Splinter flat out told him to go and would sit with him, something he hadn't had to do since he was a toddler as it usually was Leo's safe place.

Leo drank the scalding hot coffee quickly before rushing out of the lair into the dark morning, leaving your worn book behind. Donnie picked it up and slowly flipped through it as Raph and Mikey warily walked into the makeshift kitchen. Donnie saw the notes and dogears that you had left behind in black ink and Leo's responses in a light blue.

I fell victim to the sound of your love.

He sighed and looked at his brothers. Mikey looked down and away as if he was at fault for something and Raph shook his head bitterly before leaving quickly and to his gym.

I got nothing but you on my mind.

You had now started searching the web for humanoid Turtles on the streets that mostly were associated with blue. You came up with sparse descriptions and even fewer writings on them, all of them taken down for fake news by the New York police. Irritation now settled into your stomach as you looked and came back with nothing for your time. You were certain that there had to be something.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.

You were sure that, that dream was not a dream and was a memory. I couldn't have been just a dream. You weren't going to allow it. After endless hours of searching you found a hint in one of April's old writings. Mentioning that there were vigilantes in the cities that she was certain were not human.

The article provided blurry pictures and other grainy photos that most critics called photoshopped and a hoax. But to your sleep deprived and desperate brain you it was proof. A little bit of light at the end of the endless and painful tunnel. And you were running, running and grasping for that light. Begging it to come to you. You smiled as you stared at the rain coming down heavily.

When night fell and the rain had stopped you grabbed what few supplies you needed and shoved them into a a raggedy backpack that your family said that you would take every time you left for the weekend. The supplies included an extensive diary of all of your dreams/memories, a detailed drawing of the person that you often called 'Leo' in your dreams, and other essentials.

'til I found salvation in the form of your....

You ran through the streets, the slash from puddles were soaking the cuffs of your jeans. The hoodie barely protected you from the chill of the night and the fresh rain fall.

I'm not ready to be just one of your mistakes.

You stopped in front of a very familiar tunnel. It was a passage that you walked down many times in your memories. You bit your lip as you dug out a flashlight and walked down the tunnel. Searching.

"I can't be wrong. Please..." Was the small prayer that you mumbled as you entered.

I was just a breath removed from going to waste.

You heard a familiar sound of footsteps. You swore how many times you replayed the sound in your dreams and waking you could recognize it from anywhere.

You held your breath as you felt as every cell in your body was anticipating him to come around that small corner.

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?

You saw him step around the corner and you nearly burst into tears right then and there.

"I was right!" was your choked out response. He finally looked in your direction and you melted seeing the piercing blue eyes from your dreams.

Your grace...

He looked confused as to why you were there. You wanted to run into his arms and feel as safe as you did in your memories.

"I remembered! Albeit fractured and full of holes I remember you Leo."

Your grace....

You didn't know what reaction you expected when you found him. But it certainly wasn't anger. Anything but anger. You dealt with anger on a daily from your Mother and classmates. But you scrambled in your fractured memory

He stormed up to you and growled.

"Why are you here?"

You felt your heart stop for a split second as you stared up at him at a loss for words.

"Answer me!" Was the loud shout. You yelped and flinched, stumbling away from him.

"For you..." Was the whimpered reply.

I'm not ready to be just another one of your mistakes.

"Why." you could hear his teeth grind together. That one memory of those blue eyes soft like a gentle sea and those large hands, now clenched into fists, held your face so lovingly and stroked your cheeks.

"Because I thought.." You breathed out in a scared whisper.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.

"Do you ever remember me loving you?" He bellowed. his voice hurting your ears and you coved your ears as he did.

'til I found salvation in the form of your....

"No.." You spoke softly as if speaking to your very angry ex stepfather. walking on eggshells. you voice still begging. You knew what was coming next. God please no. Your inner voice plead.

Don't take it away.

"Good. Because I. Never. Did." He spat. Your heart broke into little pieces along with that vision of that loving smile. Broken like glass with a sledgehammer. The sound of tinkling of those broken shards played in your ears like a sad music box. Silence along with your tears filled the space between the two of you.

Salvation in the form of your grace.

"Y/N?" was a call from down the tunnel. You looked up and saw a vaguely familiar turtle with a purple bandana. Not wanting him along with Leo to see you so broken you turned on your heel and ran. Leaving the dropped flashlight and backpack behind.

"Y/N!" was the desperate call behind but you didn't stop, and you didn't hear pursuit.

Your grace!

Leo knew what he did was wrong. He knew as Donnie yelled at him. A temporary heartbreak would heal soon. You were safe from him and the Foot now. He ignored Donnie as he headed back to his room. He would leave you alone now. That was for the best.

Don't take it away.

#tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt bayverse #x reader #tmnt #angst #bayverse leo #leo x reader #leonardo #mha

[practicallyanyth1ng]

I thought I'd post some snippets I wrote on my VKerry Google Docs file! Thank you for all the prompts yall have sent my way; I wasn't expecting the decent amount I received! 😳 Here's to more crying over how utterly perfect V and Kerry Eurodyne are 😭

[Prompt: V fighting against Rhino as Kerry watches from the sidelines, cheering his boyfriend on.]

(Honestly out of all the melee fights, Rhino's was the one that took the longest for me;; Thus it gave birth to this idea of what V must've went through as I struggled to block her hits correctly 😭)

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One more hit, one more!

That's all that's running through V's head as he's challenging Rhino. He's almost half collapsed on multiple occasions, but he isn't giving up.

Not while Kerry's watching. Just the knowledge of his boyfriend cheering him on gives him all the moral boost he needs, so he keeps going and going.

The floor starts to get slippery with blood, both fighters growing weary from all the punches and the shortage of blood running through their veins.

Rhino starts making her move, but its slower and more predictable. V blocks all the attacks and waits for the perfect moment.

When Rhino stumbles on her last kick, foot slipping on a small puddle of blood; V's eyes flash.

He delivers a swift and brutal punch to her face and the bell rings. She collapses, holding her broken nose in pain as V exhausts himself to his knees.

His vision is blurry, but he sees a familiar figure rush towards him. They're pressing a cool icepack against his bruised cheek and he leans into it, sighing in relief.

A cold bottle is held up to his lips and he drinks the water the pours out like an oasis. The cool liquid helps him recover some stamina and he looks to see the person-Kerry-fretting over him.

Hes being kissed all over his face, and he smiles.

"Ya proud of me?" he says weakly, throat hoarse.

"You were amazing."

. . .

[Prompt: V cleans Kerry's mansion]

(This drabble is still a WIP, but one of those WIPs that I don't know if ill ever finish. This was never supposed to see the light of day but I thought I'd share some domestic fluff)

"Vincent, you don't have to-"

V hushes him, putting on a mask and wrapping a bandana around his forehead.

"Kerry, I know I don't have to, but I want to. Someone has to clean up this mess, and as your boyfriend who loves you, let me do it."

Kerry whines, still protesting. "I could hire a maid! Or even get one of those cleaning robots!"

V ignores him, starting to sweep the glass shards on the floor that he's been stepping over for a week now.

"After this, no more shoes in the house. It brings dirt all around the house, and slippers are a nicer alternative anyway." V hums, remembering his youth as his mother would always lecture him if she caught him wearing shoes in the house.

"You sound like my mom…" Kerry groans, leaning back lazily on the large couch. He stretches, relaxing his limbs on the soft cushions as he messes with a guitar that had been abandonedo n the floor the previous night.

V huffs, an affectionate smile on his lips. "And we're cutting back your drinking. Regardless of how many liver replacement implants or modifications you get it's still not good for your health in general. Not to mention your hangovers are getting worse and that's not a good sign."

"What?!" Kerry gawks, staring at V with wide eyes, hoping to any God that it was a joke. V sideyes him in response, challenging any protests that dared to slip past Kerry's lips.

Kerry gives up, pouting as he lies back on the cushions.

A solid hour passes by with V cleaning the house and Kerry strumming random tunes, hastily writing down random lyrics and cords on a tablet.

V's almost done cleaning the first floor when a pair of arms wrap around his waist. Soft lips press against his spine, as searching hands slip underneath his shirt.

An obscene moan sends goosebumps in his skin. He resists the temptation to lean back and let his boyfriend have this way, instead opting for pulling away and simply kissing his forehead, resuming his work.

"Oh no you dont-" Kerry grumbles, using his strength to hug V from behind again, but this time grope his crotch.

V lets out a yelp, jumping at the sudden sensation and the loud thump of the broom hitting the wooden floor.

"Kerry," he tries to warn, but his tone comes out all breathy and not at all intimidating.

"Yeah, baby?" Kerry purrs.

V's will breaks as he leans back, arching into the warm body as teeth attack the skin of his nape. "I'm still cleaning…"

"Well I think you deserve a break for all your hard work this far…" he starts licking from behind his ear to his shoulder, nipping at the skin to seal the deal. 

V was fucked.

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Lmk if you'd like to read more of my VKerry drabbles I've wrote at 3am, sleep deprived and lacking the mental comprehension to write properly 🤣

Feel free to submit some VKerry ideas of your own in my asks! I love reading each and every one of them!! 🥺

#cyberpunk 2077 #v x kerry #kerry x v #games #prompts #text #personal

[susustories]

Warnings: None, just pure fluff!

Pairing: Bakugou Katuski x Reader

Word count: 1128

Summary: Sleep deprivation is difficult and you can’t keep up.

You sat on the couch in the common room, popping chips in your mouth as you stared at the TV screen in front of you.

It was five in the morning, and it was too early to wake up, but too late to go back to sleep so you decided to just sit there until somebody woke up.

You already went to bed late, and with the constant nightmares it was extremely difficult to get a good amount of sleep for you to function the next day. It didn’t help at all that you felt sick, this really wasn’t going too well for you. But you couldn’t just laze around, it’s already hard keeping up with your peers and missing even just one day could mess things up!

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the rather loud footsteps of a certain spiky haired gremlin.

“Oi, why’re you up so early, midget?” He wasn’t as loud as usual, which was something you were thankful for. However,  it still managed to snap your attention to him, making you flinch a little.

You didn’t know why he’d be up so early in the morning, but then again he slept at nine so you couldn’t really question him, it was a healthy amount of sleep. Unlike the amount you usually got.

“Couldn’t sleep.” If you were going to be honest with yourself, you only managed to get a solid two hours before you started getting hit by nightmares whenever you tried to go back to sleep. It honestly felt like you were cursed.

“So you just sat here? Idiot.”

You laughed a little, closing your eyes to ‘relax them’ a bit, hoping it’ll make you feel better.

“Coffee or tea?” He called from the kitchen, which made you blink and stare at him a bit in confusion. He wasn’t usually so generous, he must be in a good mood then...or he’s planning to kick someone’s ass later.

You decided not to question it, slowly walking over to him, tripping twice on your way to the damn kitchen. Going to school doesn’t sound like a good idea now, but it was too late to do anything about it, you can manage.

“Tea, please.” He nodded, watching you rest your head on the kitchen counter. He huffed, shutting off the stove as the kettle started whistling. He got used to that, knowing how much it upset Todoroki. You admired that in him, how he deeply cared about his friends. He sure sucked with words, but he had his actions to show for it.

“What kind?” He said, a bit louder, maybe it’s because you looked so sleepy..? “Black.” You mumbled, smiling as you watched him move around and make the tea...there was a lot about Bakugou Katsuki that you liked, aside from the fact that he was literally good at everything he does.

He slid your mug over to you, and you took it in your hands. It was hot, but not too bad really...you liked to hold it when it was hot because it made you warm, like hugs do. You really needed one now.

The two of you sat down on the couch, to which he gave you an “irritated sigh” for sitting next to him, which just made you chuckle because you’d seen him do it whenever one of his friends would follow him around or sit next to him.

“Thanks.” You said, looking at your hands, trying to avoid his gaze. “Tch, whatever. You should get more sleep, I don’t want to have to carry you back if you pass out.” You felt your face burn slightly, nodding. He was concerned, at least..a bit. Maybe you were just telling yourself that, but still. It was a lot coming from Bakugou out of all people.

You finished your tea, gently putting it down on the table and getting up to make a sandwich. Bad choice, actually, a horrible one. Black coated the edges of your blurry vision, as you swayed. If you had an ounce of self-preservation you would’ve remembered how horrible it is to stand up too fast, yet here you were.

Bakugou caught you before you could fall,then picked you up, going upstairs. “Hey...what the heck?” You wanted to thank him for catching you but you were also extremely confused. Why was he doing this? Actually, what exactly was he doing?

“I’m taking you to your damn room, dumbass.” He growled, but it still sounded surprisingly affectionate coming from him.

“I’m okay, really. I just stood up too fast!”  It was the truth, right?

“Haah? You can’t even stand up! What are you going to do when we go to class, huh?”

You had to admit, he was right. And the fact that he was doing this for you was...nice. It was hard to say not to him, especially when he’s doing, well, this.

You huffed in defeat, because as much as you hated resting, you needed to rest. It’s not like you’d be able to do much when you go, but you were still worried.

He gently put you down on your bed, and you couldn’t help but blush, he...he was cute? He’d kill you if he heard that, though.

“I’ll give you my damn notes, just go back to sleep and I’ll tell Aizawa-sensei. But don’t think I’ll do that again! This is just a chance for you to fix your messed up sleep schedule.” His voice was a bit softer, as he looked away from you, a light blush on his cheeks.

Damn it, Kirishima. Shitty hair’s advice was working, but he hated how hard it was! Being soft...he wasn’t the best with that, he needed more practice. But how does one do that?!

“Okay...I’ll do that, I promise. Th..thank you, I mean it!”  You grinned softly at him, blushing brighter.  He’s giving you his notes! Isn’t that great? Maybe you can spend extra time with him later, and you’ll also get your sleep. Maybe then you can tell him, and...and maybe he likes you back too? Hopefully. He looked back at you, his expression softening as he saw your grin. “Sure.”

He sighed, unfolding your blanket and draping it over you. He should really watch more movies with Raccoon eyes and Dunce face, maybe then it wouldn’t be so hard.

You smiled softly at him, the warmth of your blanket and your exhaustion winning you over as your eyes closed, your breathing slower as you began to drift off to sleep. He stared at you for a bit, to make sure you were going to sleep, then left quietly.

You yawned, hugging your blanket closer, whispering.

“I love you.”

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Mallek Week 2021 - Day 5

Day 5: Love Word count: 1356 Rating: Teens and Up Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Original Character

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A/N: This was a very short piece, and another self-indulgent fic with Mallek and my OC, Zack. Set in on an Earth C setting with Mallek and Zack being in a relationship and sneak peek into their regular lives. 

Summary: A soft piece of Mallek and Zack in their shared life together...

Mallek was typing away, working on some new coding, and subsequently uploading it to another server that was attached to his computer. He would occasionally have to adjust his glasses by pushing the bridge back up, his eyes beginning to strain. That’s it, time for a break. No point in continuing until if you pass out or make a mistake he thinks to himself. Mallek saves the progress he’s made to the coding. Leaning back into his seat, with a sigh of relief, he takes off his glasses, rubbing his sore eyes. He gets up from his chair and leaves his study room, heading to his room, a yawn slips out of his mouth. He had been working on this for the last five hours undisturbed.

It was time to rest and recharge.

And with that, he shuts down his computer, gets up from his seat, and leaves the room. Closing the door behind him, he makes his way to his bedroom. A yawn slips out of his mouth but he covers his mouth, already his eyes were struggling to stay open as they were no longer focused on a bright screen with hundreds of numbers passing through it. He reaches his bedroom door and opens it quietly, pushing it ever so slightly. If he was alone that he wouldn’t bother but Mallek didn’t want to disturb his sleep…

He was able to see him due to the lamp that was still left on, which slightly lit the room. Your shared room consisted only of a large bed, a small dresser, a wardrobe to one side, various human and alternian memorabilia from posters, devices, and other items. Facing away from him, in deep sleep was Zack. He’s almost completely still, each breath he took in and exhale is the only movement he makes. Mallek smiles at the human.

His boyfriend probably fell asleep waiting for him to come back, but decided to let Mallek be as it was almost impossible to pull the troll away from his work unless he was so exhausted and unable to resist that Zack could just effortlessly drag him away from his computer and put him to bed. Mallek would often neglect many things including his sleep, which led to Zack having to pick up the slack, from reminding him, making sure he ate, and took breaks from staring at his monitor.

He had learned to take better care of himself, and not pushing himself to overexertion as that wouldn’t help with his work, he wouldn’t be getting 100% but rather some half-assed, sleep deprived nonsense.

Self-care is important...

Pausing for a moment, he then starts to undress, peeling off his blue shirt and tossing it aside on the floor. Then taking off his glasses and placing them on the dresser beside their bed. He then climbs into bed, immediately a wave of comfort rushes over him, the soft feeling of his pillow, and the thick blanket. Looking over to Zack, another smile spread on his face, as he reached out and began to stroke the ends of his dreadlocks.

A soft sigh is heard from Zack, reacting to Mallek’s touch. Instinctively his body reacts further as he turns over to face the troll, Mallek pulls him closer, wrapping his arm around Zack. A small smile appears on Zack’s face, a sense of relaxation fills both of them, Mallek presses his lips against Zack’s forehead, following with several more kisses. Zack hugs Mallek in his sleep, just being able to feel the troll next to him in his deep slumber. Mallek nuzzles softly against him, the troll feels his eyes becoming heavy, before slowly closing them.

They had been friends for over four years and had been dating for over two. Despite their opposite personalities from Zack’s outgoing, bright, friendly nature to Mallek’s shut in, aloof, introverted nature. And also being different species, they found a deep bond and a desire to be near each other, being content and safe in each other’s presence. This was proof in the fact that even being asleep, Zack was so used to Mallek being next to him.

They made each other whole in a sense. Mallek being a surviving refugee from Alternia, and Zack being an orphan without a family. They got to learn about each other in the time they spent together, between the difference of their cultures, terminology, and doing things differently. Being in a relationship with an alien was a complicated but interesting experience, as Mallek put it. But they made it work and were happy together.

…

Time passed, it was now the morning, daylight was breaking through the curtains, lighting the entire room up. Mallek and Zack were still asleep in each other's arms, but they would be waking up soon from either one of their alarms or the sunlight getting bright enough to shine on their eyes. Zack begins to move, but he is limited as Mallek is tightly hugging him. Just then, right on time, a vibrating noise is heard followed by a song playing, on the dresser on Zack’s side, his phone screen lights up.

A grumble is heard from the human, he manages to free himself from Mallek’s hold, and turns over, scrambling around for his phone, his arm feels around on his dresser until he manages to get a grip on it. He pressed down on the side button which turns off the alarm, but he’s more or less awake now. His golden eyes slowly open, his vision was blurry for a moment before adjusting to his surroundings.

He checks the time on his phone, it was a little after 7. But still a bit early, but lucky for him it was the weekend now, and he didn’t have work today so there would be no need to get up yet. He locks his phone and puts it back on his dresser. Zack then turns back to look at Mallek, just then noticing that the troll still had a grip on his wrist. Which makes him smile, pulling away from his grip he then nestles back next to him.

Laying his head back on Mallek’s chest, he listens to the soothing rhythm of the troll’s heartbeat, it was different from a human’s heartbeat but he had been accustomed to the sound. His gaze is fixed on the intrigue and beautiful tattoo design that began on the right pec and continued onto his right arm, a series of circuit lines in a honeycomb pattern outlined by gears in dark blue ink, it honestly gave Mallek an almost robotic appearance on his arm. He loves his tattoos, his left arm had a series of snakes that were also shared like circuits.

He runs his hand over Mallek’s chest, fingers scanning and moving against the ink of his design, following the pattern. Zack always thinks how cool Mallek is from his tattoos and piercings and just his personality, how smart he is with his computers and coding, it was rare for the troll to show a softer side that Zack was privileged to see if he woke up before him, how peaceful he looks in his sense as opposed to the times where he been pulling an all-nighter and looks like a literal zombie. They both had their own unique habits when it came to one another. From Mallek playing with Zack’s hair, and Zack examining and touching his tattoos.

“Having fun.” Zack almost flinches when he hears Mallek's sarcastic teasing tone, he looks up to a big grin on the troll’s face, his eyes were still closed but he was clearly awake. He peeks open one of his eyes.

“Hey, good morning.” Zack smiles brightly at his partner, he feels Mallek's arm wrap around him once again as he moves up to reach his face, and their lips meet for a tender kiss.

“Morning…” Mallek replies to him, and then without warning, he pulls Zack on top of him completely, a content sigh leaves his lips, another kiss is shared between them, more passionate, Mallek’s hand locked around Zack’s waist, and Zack’s hands around the troll’s neck.

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Here we are, the next chapter!! I honestly.... can’t wait to get into this story more it’s... gonna be a fun ride :)

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CW: Fantasy whump pet whump, referenced sensory deprivation, food, starvation used as a form of conditioning, conditioning, brainwashing, collars, leashes, self victim blaming, memory loss, being mean to people with stutters, tied to a table (thanks Jeremiah), abusive language, mentioned fingore, blink and you’ll miss it animal abuse, near escape attempt, barbed wire mention

Word count: 5,457

With time, the basement only got darker. Even with his Cambion night vision, a boon he was quite thankful for in fact, it never chased the looming bits that always stuck to the corners. It couldn’t rinse the wish for tomorrow, so that he might be let out of the basement for even just a few minutes like they had promised him.

It had been over a year and a half since Elisha had won the game they presented to him and had finally been let out on ‘walks’, as they put it. Now, he clung to the faint light that peeked from the basement trap door like it was his only hope. In some cases, it actually was.

In truth, a year and a half didn’t seem long enough to Elisha. It felt like it was shorter, but also longer at the same time. A year and a half just didn’t sit right with him, but Aridai had let it slip recently at some point, and he wasn’t about to question his Master. Instead, he allowed the words to hang in the air, constantly reminding him how long it had taken for them to finally trust that he was capable of being good. Elisha often found himself wondering how long it took the other people that Aridai had kidnapped to learn how to be good.

Even though he wasn’t one to question, it was all he could really do in an empty space like this, that is, if he didn’t want to acknowledge the damned shadows, which always felt like they were creeping around somehow. Elisha forced his mind to wander away from the thoughts, allowing himself to unravel the longer they left him be.

Most of the time, he simply stared up at the basement door, waiting for his Masters to come back.

Elisha was beginning to grow dependent on his captors, their very presence a source of comfort in spite of his attempts to believe otherwise. He barely got any interaction beyond them, and he couldn’t help but indulge the part of himself that was dreadfully lonely. Elisha clung to every morsel of voice they threw his way with an unhealthy need, like a touch starved animal begging for attention. At some point, he had begun to be good just to get the friendly pats they gave to him when they were impressed by his behavior.

It was easy enough for him to wonder if he was finally beginning to go crazy, stuck down here in the basement. Yet another reason Elisha wanted out.

As it seemed, in the midst of his thinking, his wish was eventually answered. He heard the heavy footsteps of one of his Masters thumping through the hallway, stopping just at the trap door that led into the basement where they kept him. Elisha shifted, chains rattling as he knelt at the center of the room obediently. They always hated when he kept himself to corners or sides.

The trap door opened, flooding dim light into the room. Footsteps slowly lowered one of his Masters down the stairs, unknown to Elisha until he caught sight of blonde hair and green eyes. They were a dead giveaway for Jeremiah, who quickly scanned the room until he found his quarry.

Without speaking he crossed the room, and Elisha leaned forward as best he could to Jeremiah’s outstretched hands reaching for his jawline, allowing his head to be taken so his Master could inspect his face. In a strange note of gentleness he brushed his thumb against a tear stain from last night, watching Elisha with thoughtful poise. The night before Elisha had cried himself to sleep after not being good enough to be allowed upstairs that previous day, and it was obvious how desperate he was to improve his manners.

“Aridai’s out for the day, pet. It’s just you and me,” he stated simply, removing his hands. While Elisha chased the touch, Jeremiah instead reached into his pocket to retrieve a key. The hands returned, tilting Elisha’s head to the side so he could unlock the chain. “You’ll be a good boy for me, right?”

Elisha watched silently as a leather leash was hooked onto his collar in place of the chain. He remained quiet, unsure if he had been given explicit permission to speak or not, until a sudden hand clamped down on either side of his jaw, putting enough pressure to make it hurt.

“Right, Caleb?” Jeremiah asked again, in a warning tone that made a chill run down his spine.

“Ye-yes, Master! I’ll be g-good,” he said, trying to recover quickly as the narrowed gaze was directed his way.

“Good. Up, boy.” Jeremiah tugged on the leash hard, forcing Elisha to stand to his feet. A small whine was pushed through his nose as he got up on wobbly knees that hadn’t moved from their position for what felt like hours, his tail the only thing that could help give him balance. Jeremiah didn’t seem to notice. “What’s your name?”

“Cay-Caleb. My name is Caleb.” Elisha, he corrected mentally.

“Good. What are your rules?”

As he slowly began to recite them, Elisha was led out of the basement. They had recently added a new rule in the wake of more recent - or perhaps old, he couldn’t remember - events. It had taken a bit of getting used to and a fair amount of punishments before he could accurately recall it, but it was simple enough eventually.

Pets with bad tempers get punished.

Jeremiah guided him up the stairs, giving him a moment to get his bearings towards the top. Elisha’s head poked out of the basement like a scared, stray cat, looking every way as his wide eyes attempted to adjust to the bright light. Being in the darkness for so long, Aridai had told him in that matter-of-fact tone, made him quite unused to having any normal light from the day. They had further gone on to tell him that his walks would need to be shorter until he got used to being up here, before they could let him stay up any longer. He couldn’t remember how long ago that had been.

Elisha was pulled up to his feet, standing on even footing with Jeremiah and easily towering over him. Sometimes he forgot how tall he was, considering he had spent so much time making himself smaller. Jeremiah kicked the trap door shut with his right boot, not bothering to lock it. There wasn’t anything to keep safe down there besides the chain, and that wasn’t going to escape any time soon.

Distractedly, a bird began chirping outside, joining the chorus of others. Elisha’s head whipped in that direction despite being dragged away, searching for the culprit. His sensitive eyes found bright light shining through the living room window, catching sight of broad fields of golden plants. A small bird was perched on one of the thin stalks, picking pieces of it apart to hold in its beak.  It was still somewhat blurry, but it was enough to put a smile on Elisha’s face before the image dipped behind the archway between the living room and the entrance.

He swiveled his head around to see Jeremiah leading him into the kitchen. Elisha watched as he tied him to one of the unmoving drawers beneath the sink, allowing him enough lead to walk the length of the kitchen and no more. To further prevent Elisha from just untying it himself and escaping, Jeremiah added a small padlock to the mix, shoving its key into his front right jeans pocket.

“Can you cook?” The question was simple, but it made Elisha pause for thought. He used to make many things for himself when he was home - likely the reason Jeremiah was asking in the first place - so he figured it wouldn’t be too hard to pick it back up again. He nodded, pulling his hands together to wring them. “Good. Then make me breakfast. Something with eggs.”

Again, Elisha nodded, slipping away from Jeremiah to cross the kitchen and access the fridge. Elisha liked eggs too, as far as he could remember, so he knew there were many ways to prepare a meal with them. For now, he decided on something simple, but what he liked: an omelette. He gathered eggs, some greens, and a bit of meat together, laying it all on the counter.

Elisha stared at the ingredients for a long time, feeling his mind drawing a blank on the proper steps.

Had he… forgotten how to do this? Forgotten how to cook?

It was fuzzy, similarly in the way he couldn’t remember what day it was, despite knowing that outside looked like harvest season. He couldn’t remember when harvest season was exactly, but the way the wheat looked it was definitely ready to be picked. In a similar fashion he knew what an omelette was, but seemingly all of the times he had made it slipped away, like water through his fingers.

As Elisha lay his hands over the meat - some bacon he found in the back of the fridge - his eyes began to well up with tears. He couldn’t remember what to do. How had he forgotten this so easily? Were there other things that being in the basement had taken from him?

“Something the matter?” Jeremiah’s flat voice murmured from behind him. He was sitting at the table Elisha vaguely recalled hearing a chair creak away from.

“N-no, I’m, I’m okay. It’s okay. I’m… I’m making food, Ma-Master. It’s…” Elisha forced himself to settle into a low crouch, opening one of the low cabinets to search for a usable pan. “just... been, been a while.”

The silence was deafening. Elisha forcibly rattled pans around until he found a suitable one, and rose to his feet to set it on the stove.

“...You better make something fucking edible, Caleb, or you’re going back down into the basement,” Jeremiah said in a low tone. Elisha looked back at him, seeing a serious expression stare back into his own, terrified eyes. Jeremiah only looked angrier, cold and without mercy. “Stop crying. I don’t want your fucking tears in my food.”

“Ye-yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” Elisha blurted out, flinching away as Jeremiah rose suddenly in his chair. He had immediately known what was wrong, even though he had been obedient and subservient like they wanted him to be. Pets don’t speak without permission.

Jeremiah reached up, grabbing Elisha’s horn and forcing him down. Elisha grabbed onto the counter for some leverage, his long legs sprawling out in a desperate attempt to stay standing. He could hear the thump-thump of his tail as it tapped against the wood cabinet, nervous and terrified of what was happening.

So close, Elisha could see the strands of light green that danced in Jeremiah’s eyes. “I didn’t fucking tell you to speak, Caleb. Are you going to give me problems today? Maybe I should just throw you back down there and be done with it, hm?” Elisha opened his mouth to say something until he felt another hand clamp it shut for him. “That wasn’t permission either, you fucking idiot. This better be a damn good breakfast for putting up with your bullshit, you understand me?”

He nodded as his face twisted into a horrible frown, tears beginning to stream down his eyes. Elisha’s foot slipped just slightly, lowering himself so that Jeremiah was practically holding him up by the horns.

Jeremiah… paused, for a moment. There was a slight twitch that Elisha wouldn't have been able to catch otherwise had he not been so close, a slight note of softness that wasn’t there before. The corner of his mouth twitched in tandem, before he released Elisha entirely, allowing him to sink, sobbing, into the floor.

“Come on. Get back to what you were doing,” he said. It was harsh, but not exactly in the way that Elisha had heard before.

He didn’t question it.

The threat was heard loud and clear, but it only made Elisha feel worse. There was so much more pressure on him now, with staying upstairs the reward that hung on the line. But he still couldn’t stop how he floundered on his memory, unable to recall even the simplest steps of making a fucking omelette.

He started by lighting the burner underneath the pan he set down. It took a moment to find the right one, turning on a couple others before he found it. Elisha took out some of the bacon and set it into the pan, just enough for Jeremiah, and waited.

Elisha was sure that he needed to be doing something else while this cooked, but he couldn’t be sure. He continued with the eggs, figuring that since it had been so long since he cracked one he needed to be more careful about the shells so he wouldn’t screw everything up. Another few moments of gingerly searching the cabinets, cringing every time Jeremiah shifted in his seat, Elisha settled on one of the two beige-colored bowls they had and drug it back to the counter top without making much of a sound.

Every time he selected one of the eggs and cracked it, it felt like eyes were boring holes into his back. The feeling itself kept his throat locked up so he wouldn’t speak, the constant lump in it forcing tiny whines whenever another sob wanted to tear through him again. Elisha knew that Jeremiah was watching him carefully, testing him even now. He felt a note of added stress at that idea, of still not being good enough to be given permission to exist. It ruined his nerves, which had already been shot since he had stepped foot into the kitchen. The bird seemed almost like a distant memory, now.

The eggs were slowly cracked into the bowl one at a time. As he set down the second set of shells, Elisha paused. I didn’t ask him how many he wanted, he realized.

With great reluctance he slowly turned back around, already wincing from having to confirm that his Master was watching him, only to see Jeremiah engrossed in what looked like a laptop. His eyes were focused on the screen instead of Elisha. Had he just been that paranoid this entire time?

Instead of giving it too much thought and psyching himself out of doing it in the first place, he strode towards the table and tapped against it with his index finger. Jeremiah’s gaze drifted from the screen over to his fingers, watching them for a moment. Then, he looked up to Elisha, who immediately flinched from his sharp gaze.

“What?” Jeremiah sounded annoyed at being bothered for even a moment, and Elisha had to resist the impulse to drop to his knees and start begging. His other Master might have appreciated that, but Jeremiah was quick and to the point. He wasn’t interested in playing games.

“Um… how, how many, um…” Elisha began, voice barely above a whisper.

“Speak up, I can’t fucking hear you. And stop stuttering, or I’ll give you something to stutter about,” he warned. Fresh tears sprung to Elisha’s eyes and trailed lazily down their familiar paths. He wiped them away quickly and pretended it didn’t happen.

“Um… How many… eggs?” he asked again, voice wavering.

Jeremiah turned his eyes back to the screen. “Three.”

With a feeling of relief and accomplishment, Elisha scurried back to his workspace. He cracked another egg with ease and flipped the bacon with a fork he found in one of the drawers. The same fork was wiped off and placed into the bowl with the eggs, the word scrambled flitting around his mind as he mixed them together quickly.

At some point, Elisha had given up on his original idea. There was no way he could remember how he made it before without some help, and he wasn’t about to ask Jeremiah. Instead, he just tried to cook to the best of his current ability. After the bacon was done, he found a plate to rest them on before dumping the eggs into the pan and praying that they didn’t mess up in the process.

A few agonizingly slow moments of watching the pan later, a breakfast for one was made. He ignored the empty, hungry feeling in his stomach as he finished plating it, instead picking it up to present to Jeremiah. Elisha hung close to him, watching as his Master drew his eyes away from the laptop to drag his plate closer to him.

He sharply looked to Elisha again. “What do you expect me to eat this with, my hands? Go get a fork.”

On command, he scrambled backwards and rustled through the drawers until he found a suitable fork, quickly placing it on Jeremiah’s plate and resuming his awkward posture of standing next to the table. Elisha tried resting his hands behind his back while holding his wrists, but the way that Jeremiah slowly looked over at him with that vaguely annoyed glare told him that this wasn’t right, either. He swallowed as Jeremiah stood up with a sigh, reaching for something on top of the fridge that Elisha hadn’t noticed.

He pulled out what looked to be leather straps from a bag. As Elisha watched the leather was slowly unwound, his heart leaping to thud against his throat with every second that passed by. He couldn’t run like he was, so he was simply forced to watch as Jeremiah moved behind him. A sudden force pressed him down against the table, pressing his chest into it as leather was wound around one of his wrists.

After Jeremiah was finished, Elisha had been carefully tied down to the table with no hopes of moving, arms outstretched outwards and legs against the corner stands.

Jeremiah sat back down with a sigh. He was still being watched with nervous eyes as he took the first bite, though his expression remained neutral as he audibly chewed and swallowed. Then, he turned to Elisha.

“Did you forget what salt was? This shit’s bland,” he criticised. Elisha remained silent, unsure how to properly answer that yes, he had actually forgotten about the existence of salt. “Whatever. I’m too fucking hungry to make you remake it. Just hope you know you’re not getting any reliable food until you learn to cook like we both know you can.”

Elisha felt a note of disappointment - at himself, really. Because Jeremiah was right, he used to be a rather good cook. He should have done something better to try and remember for his Master.

Jeremiah ate in total silence. Elisha watched every agonizing bite, trying not to imagine how good it must taste - even if it was bland. The only sounds present were the occasional clicking of the computer mouse and Elisha’s forced, slow breathing. His tail thumped against the table legs a couple of times until Jeremiah ordered him to stop, to which Elisha wrapped it around his ankle as best he could. In a final attempt to be good, he tried to focus on the computer screen to read what Jeremiah was doing, but he wasn’t able to catch anything due to the angle.

He vaguely recalled having a much better computer than that little laptop, and his heart ached at the thought of it. It was probably thrown out by now, or sold to someone else.

Jeremiah slid the plate away when he was done, standing to walk over by the sink. Elisha wondered what he was doing, until the smell of leftover scraps from the meal wafted in his direction. He strained to look, noticing crumbs of food and oil still left on the plate. Elisha’s stomach rumbled at the sight, smothered by the sound of a fork clattering into the sink. The water was turned on after that, and he could hear the sound of Jeremiah rustling behind him.

A cup of water was suddenly set into Elisha’s view, which made him jerk in surprise and shift the whole table. Jeremiah snorted in amusement as he slowly tugged at Elisha’s bindings and untied him..

“Kneel on the ground, Caleb,” Jeremiah ordered once he was free. Elisha slid down onto his knees without hesitation, somewhat thankful for being off of his feet. “Here. Drink this.”

A cup of water was placed against his lips as Jeremiah tilted his head back. Elisha savored every bit of the bland but refreshing taste of the water. He wasn’t usually given something to drink on a regular basis, so every drop Elisha was grateful for. It was another one of those unspoken rules that his Masters would get mad at him for if he didn’t comply.

“Thank you, Master,” he whispered when Jeremiah drew the cup away, setting it back onto the table.

“Good boy.” It released some of the inner tension in his stomach to hear the praise. It was so few and far between, especially from Jeremiah, that Elisha had quickly learned to savor every time it reached his ears. “Here.” Jeremiah slid the plate to the edge of the table as he settled back into his chair. “Eat the scraps off of that. It’s all you’re getting today.”

As if on cue, Elisha’s stomach growled. His tail lifted up into the air, curling happily as his skinny fingers pulled the plate off of the table. There were leftover bits of eggs, bacon, and oil - crumbs that the fork hadn’t been able to gather. He picked off what he could with his fingers, relishing in the feeling of having food on his tongue even if it was just the scraps. Elisha eventually resorted to licking at the plate, cleaning it of any taste that had remained on it.

While he busied himself, like an animal with one of those chew toys - even though he tried not to think about it like that - Jeremiah was doing something on the laptop. From his vantage point Elisha didn’t really care, having more important matters to attend to. However, when he did look up again he caught the cool greens of Jeremiah’s eyes staring him down, and Elisha paused mid lick to stare back.

“Alright. I think you’re done,” he muttered, snatching the plate from Elisha’s hands. His fingernails scraped horribly on the ceramic, making both of them wince at the sound. “And we’re cutting those today. I’m not going to be ripped to shreds by those claws of yours.”

As Jeremiah stood to put the plate in the sink, Elisha looked down at his hands. Claws, he had called them, but they hardly looked like it. They were just fingernails, albeit a bit stronger than normal, human ones.

Elisha felt an uncomfortable twinge at the memory of being held down, fingers held out of his sight while one of his Masters snipped away at his nails to make sure he was “declawed”, as Aridai had once said. Jeremiah had countered that they would have to cut off his first finger bones for that to happen, and proceeded to go into the diatribe of all this information he knew about declawing cats. They had a nice laugh about it, and joked about doing the same to Elisha. He repressed the shudder that crawled against his skin at the idea of Jeremiah cutting his nails, being left alone with him.

His collar was hooked upwards suddenly. Elisha made a startled, choked noise as Jeremiah drew him up to his feet.

“Come with me, now.” It was harshly toned and tense. Had he done something wrong? Elisha dared to not ask. Instead he scurried up to his feet and allowed Jeremiah to lead him to the bathroom and shove him inside. “Stay in here until I come to get you. Don’t make a fucking sound, understand?”

Elisha nodded, then Jeremiah shut the door.

He heard a knock at the front door.

Shifting forward, Elisha pressed his ear against the bathroom door so that he could listen. The front door wasn’t so far away from the bathroom - the house was small enough as it was - so if he was quiet he should be able to hear their conversation.

“Can I help you?” Came the muffled voice of Jeremiah as he opened the door. It wasn’t his typical greeting or voice, set in a higher pitch that Elisha remembers his mom saying was a phone voice. It meant there was someone new at the door.

Someone who didn’t know he was in here, trapped with two sadists.

Elisha’s heart leapt into his chest as it painfully beat against him. He could get free, perhaps. He could open the door and shout for help, and between two people they might have a chance of pushing Jeremiah out of the way and getting out of here. Elisha’s hands clenched into fists, eyes widened at the voices.

“Just a package, sir,” the other voice said. It was also masculine in nature. “Here you go.”

Pets aren’t allowed outside without explicit permission, the more cautious part of him hissed.

There was a pause. Likely Jeremiah inspecting the package and the man the same way he does with everything. Suspicious until proven otherwise.

I could have a chance at freedom. I could really go home.

“...Nice weather lately, huh? Can’t get warmer days like this in the fall,” the newcomer said, attempting to make conversation.

Elisha’s hand slipped down the door, thumbing over the handle with careful consideration.

Pets aren’t allowed. Pets do what their masters tell them to.

I could have my life back again.

Leave it ALONE.

“No, you really can’t. Helps make the farming easier, though,” Jeremiah responded. Elisha knew he was talking about the wheat fields he planted because he was bored and because it ‘helped sell that we’re farmers and not living with a Cambion pet’, as he had overheard before. “Hey, thanks for bringing this out here, by the way. I know some of you wouldn’t be damned to come out this far down the road to deliver a package like this.”

Open the door. Open the fucking door just do it do it-

A small whimper left through his nose as fresh tears flooded his eyes again. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t disobey. The last time he did he was hurt so badly he couldn’t stand for what felt like a week.

Turn the knob and scream, tell him you’re trapped. He’ll understand from the leash, he’ll know-

They hate Cambion, out there Elisha, he heard a softer voice, one whose name he couldn’t place. Stay inside for me, okay? Don’t let them know you’re here.

“Oh, no problem! Gotta look out for the rural people, you know? My mom’s a farmer, so I totally get it. Besides, you and your partner seem nice enough.” A pause. Elisha scraped his nails against the wood of the door, praying he would be heard and hoping Jeremiah didn’t hear at all. “Looks like everything’s in order. Have a nice day, sir.”

“You too.”

The door shut.

He had missed his window of opportunity.

Elisha heard the sound of something heavy impacting the table. Then footsteps began to thud towards him. He scrambled backwards, forcing his hand away from the door and falling down in the process. He backed up so that he hit the side of the tub, chest heaving with utter fear as the door handle turned. It opened, and Jeremiah’s head peeked around from behind it.

Their eyes met, and he smiled. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” Jeremiah said as he opened the door all the way and held out his hand as if he were calling an animal. “Come here, Caleb.”

On command Elisha moved forward, dragging his leash behind him before stopping in front of Jeremiah to kneel. He looked up, leaning into the outstretched hand to accept the comfort offered. It was a gentle touch, one few and far between much like the praises they gave, so Elisha allowed himself to relax at the feeling of it.

“Alright, get up. You still have to clean up the mess in the kitchen. You can at least clean, right Caleb?” Jeremiah asked with a tilt of his head.

“Of, of course not, Master. I… I can, um, clean,” he responded, eyes darting away and back again as his mind slowly searched for the words that it wanted to say.

I could have almost been free of you.

Jeremiah tugged on the leash, leading Elisha back into the kitchen. He was tied to the same drawer and directed to clean up. Jeremiah watched him as he picked up all of the ingredients, including the greens he didn’t end up using, and put them back where he had found them. Elisha washed the dishes too, thankful that he could at least remember how to do that.

His mind slowly fell back to the voice of that delivery person, knowing if he had had just enough courage to step out and call for help, he might have been free already.

If only you didn’t rely on them so much, his mind hissed back at him.

Elisha sighed, leaning against the sink as he finally finished cleaning. He waited for a moment for his next order to be issued, but everything remained quiet. He turned around to see Jeremiah watching him like a hawk. Elisha froze, terrified that he had done something wrong, and darted his eyes away to look less threatening. His gaze found the box that was now on the table next to the laptop, funny letters scrawled on the top, black over white. He squinted to read “Barbed Wire” on the top of it.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Jeremiah started, dragging the box closer to himself. Elisha watched him closely, fear nearly cutting off his air. He heard me at the door. He’s going to punish me for it. I can’t believe I was so stupid to think I wasn’t caught, why was I even thinking about leaving pets aren’t allowed outside without explicit permission. “I don’t like it when you call me Master.”

Elisha blinked once, twice, three times before he finally registered what was happening. He had to force his hands to grip the sink hard to support his wobbly knees.

“Caleb, I want you to call me Sir from now on. It just sounds better, and it’ll be easier to know who you’re talking to anyway. Understand?”

That’s… it? Elisha glanced down to the box, then back up to his Master - no, his Sir, and blinked again. He realized that Jeremiah was waiting for an answer.

“Ye-yes, um… Sir. Yes Sir,” he stammered out, mouth dry enough that it took him a moment to properly get the words out. Elisha tapped quickly against the sink.

“What?”

“Um… Sir, are you… going to use that on, on me?” He nodded over to the box, trying to pause enough so that he didn’t stutter all over the place. 

There was a look of satisfaction and triumph that settled in Jeremiah’s eyes, one that mimicked Aridai’s in nature. “No, Caleb. These are for something else. Why, do you want me to use them on you?”

“N-no! I-I just… it’s… sharp. It’s sharp. The… wires.” Elisha let his gaze fall to the ground. “Sorry for, um… stuttering.”

Jeremiah snorted. “At least you know you’re doing it. But yes, they are. Maybe I’ll have you test them at some point. For now,” he stood, crossing over to the drawer that Elisha was sitting by and began to untie him from the handle. “let’s get you back into the basement. I have work to do, and you’re probably exhausted, aren’t you?”

Elisha gave him a gentle, polite nod. He was tired from being upstairs today, though he wasn’t sure whether he preferred this or the basement. Especially when there were visitors.

As they exited the kitchen, Elisha let his gaze traverse towards the front door where the delivery person had been. He could almost taste the fresh air coming from it, could only imagine how bright and golden everything was from the sun and the wheat. He actually managed to get another glimpse of it from the living room window, and he slowed his pace to get an extended look outside.

Jeremiah tugged at the leash a little harder than normal, nearly threatening to topple Elisha over. “Come on, Caleb. There’s nothing out there for you.” His voice held a thinly veiled warning that told him he was already pushing his luck.

With one last look outside, Elisha watched as a small wren dangled off of two of the wheat plants, then looked around and fluttered away to freedom.

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 06+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Monologue

The attack on Violet’s mansion was virtually unsuccessful. Because no one was able to take someone's life.

But because of that, I claimed this attack as my own little victory.

Even though it seemed like a fierce battle, Reiji-san and his team were not hurt.

Kino-kun started teasing Shu-san after he saw him being the only one who got injured in the fight.

Place: Scarlet mansion — living room

Kino: My older brother Shu really got injured even if he was only supposed to hide in the shadows.

Fufu, amusing.

Shu: It‘s not like I care, as long as I returned here safely it’s fine.

Yui: (Shu-san, he‘s kinda grumpy)

(It wasn’t even Shu-san‘s fault that he got injured that badly. I was the one who got in his way...)

(At the end we lost. Only because of my actions...)

Shu: Haa... I‘m tired. I‘m going to sleep.

*Shu leaves*

Yui: (No matter how much he acts as if he wouldn’t care, Shu-san eventually really got horribly injured because of me)

(Once again, I have to apologize properly...)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Corridor

Yui: I‘m sorry, I know you‘re tired. But may I enter?

Shu: .....

Yui: (I wonder if he is just ignoring me again... if it’s like that, that kinda hurts my feelings)

(But for now I’m worried about his injuries)

Shu-san, excuse me.

*Yui enters*

Place: Scarlet mansion — Shu‘s bedroom

Shu: .....

Yui: (Oh... he really is sleeping. I guess he was as tired as he told us)

(I wonder why he got so tired all of the sudden to fall asleep that fast...)

(Since nobody was deprived of their own lives, Shu-san was injured as a result ...)

... Shu-san. I‘m sorry that you got injured.

You know... even if you think I‘m Eve, I still want to thank you for protecting me.

Shu: Nn...

Yui: (Did I woke him up just now!?)

Shu: Nn... nn...

*Shu grabs Yui*

Yui: Eh... ? Um, Shu-san? I can’t move if you grab my arm like that.

Kyaa!?

Shu: .....

Yui: (Nh... I was pulled. Is it really okay to lie down and be hugged by him while he is unconsciously?)

Shu: Nn... Nh...

*Shu kisses Yui*

Yui: ..... !?

(He kissed... my forehead!? Is this because he is sleeping!?)

S-Shu-san! Please wake up... !

Shu: Zzz... Zzz...

Yui: (No... he is still sleeping. He’s not showing a single movement)

(It might be too bad to wake him up forcibly because he might be sleeping comfortably)

♡ Roses ♡

Shu’s neck: Nn... it’s tickling...

Shu’s hand: Nh...*sniffs*... ngh... this smell is really nostalgic...

Yui: (Shu-san’s sleeping face... it’s been so long since I’ve seen his face like this)

Ahh...

(Somehow, the way his arm is wrapped around me makes me feel nostalgic... I feel as if I can finally fall asleep safely again)

Shu-san... I was honestly scared of the painful blood sucking and your cold attitude.

It’s harder than anything else for me to get your old memories back to yourself as they used to be.

Actually I only know the gentle Shu-san, so it's frustrating and sad not to be close to him.

Just once again... I want you to call me by my name. Not Eve, the real name I have...

(My vision already starts to get blurry. If I cry right now, I will surely wake Shu-san up)

(I need to close my eyes. For now, I only want to feel Shu-san right besides me—)

*time passed*

Shu: Nn... Haa...

Hn... ? Why is that woman laying right next to me?

Yui: Zzz... Zzz...

Shu: She’s moreover sleeping... Did she come to my room and laid down? Just what should I do with her.

(Hm? I must have turned my arm around her like this without even noticing)

(No way, did she fell asleep while being hugged from me like that?)

Shu: (Although I was unconscious, I wonder why my body moved on its own...)

(Speaking of which, when she was about to be sucked by Reiji in front of my eyes, my body also stopped him without my own permission)

(I don’t understand what’s that supposed to mean...)

Yui: Nn... Nh...

Shu: Haa... I might be thinking too much.

(This woman’s comfort is unexpectedly not as bad as I thought... it somehow feels familiar)

(Her warmth makes me feel nostalgic for some reason...)

(Why am I so satisfied with that kind of feeling... ?)

Yui: Zzz... Zzz...

*Shu blushes*

Shu: (And this sleeping face... it feels like I’ve already seen it so many times before this moment)

Shu: (An unfamiliar sight which feels as if I liked it a lot. Haa... just what is that?)

... Whatever, it’s okay. It’s useless to think about it.

Yui: Nn... Shu-san... I’m sorry...

Shu: Are you still insulting yourself because of my injuries? If you think it’s bad, don’t get up then. Become my pillow for the time being.

This will do it as punishment for you... even better, you will also be hugged from me.

(If we stay a little more like this... we surely will together oversleep the meeting tomorrow—)

*time passed*

Place: Scarlet mansion — living room

Yui: (After all, I fell asleep yesterday. And I didn't even expect Shu-san to stand up before me)

(Shu-san was not in the room when I woke up, but did he know that I was sleeping next to him?)

(I haven’t heard anything from him until now and here I am sitting trying to eat...)

Reiji: After watching yesterday's battle, I decided that Shu was lacking as an escort for Eve.

You will need to elect a new escort for yourself today.

Yui: Huh... !? Don’t tell me that this is because of what happened yesterday... ?

Yuma: It’s not like it matters. Shu was a real pain in ass to begin with. Why don’t you choose me then?

Yui: Even if you say so...

(If Shu-san quits the escort, the time we can spend together will be reduced)

(We may lose our chance to regain his memories if he really quits... but)

Reiji: Is there any problem with my judgment?

Yui: No...

(I can't go against Reiji-san. Just what should I answer... ?)

Shu: ... I will continue the escort even though I did bad last time. Eve was the one who chose me. That’s why I’ll continue to do it until the end.

Yui: ...Eh?

Yuma: Hah?

Shu: We will put this woman into my room instead.

Reiji: What is that nonesense about? Do you think it is okay to decide things without my permission?

Shu: If you want me to continue escorting her, it’s easier to put her in my room. That’s my conclusion.

Yui: Shu-san...

(Does that mean, that he will continue to escort me, and I’ll be able to stay in the same room as he does?)

Kino: Heh, what a troublesome kind of emotional change are you going through? Are you starting to like Eve or sum?

Shu: It’s nothing like that... she just makes a really good pillow for me.

Yui: (... After all, that’s the only reason why...)

Reiji: I see that your power shortages as a problem. This certainly is not a solution to any of our given problems.

...But, regardless of the reason, I appreciate the attitude of you trying to complete your given task.

This is indeed a rare and exceptional effort from you. This time you may be given another chance to prove your powers.

However, I will advice you this only once more. You are only necessary for Eve's escort. It is me who owns Eve and becomes the king.

Shu: ...Whatever you say.

Yui: (We finally got Reiji-san’s permission. That’s good, I can continue to stay on Shu-san’s side)

(Even as a pillow, I‘ll be able to stay by Shu-san‘s side... I’m really happy)

Shu: .....

Yui: (Eh? Shu-san?)

(Just now... why is he looking like this...)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Shu’s bedroom

Yui: Shu-san, I need to thank you.

Shu: For what?

Yui: About the story with your escorting role. I was nervous that I was supposed to choose someone else, but now I’m glad.

Shu: Are you nervous enough to be happy to have me watch over you all the time?

Or would it have been better for me to let anyone else come closer to you? I chose this for myself not for anyone else.

Yui: Nn, I don’t want to betrayed anyone like this, but...

I surely want to be closer to Shu-san than anyone else in this mansion.

Shu: Nh... You really are a strange woman...

No, maybe it‘s me who‘s the strange one.

Yui: Eh?

Shu: If someone would usually sleep besides me, I’d be distracted and not be able to sleep. But I was completely fine with you.

I honestly don't know what that means. I wonder if this is one of Eve’s abilities which is able to calm me down.

But it doesn’t feel like that...

Yui: (..... ? Shu-san?)

Is that something you care and worry about?

Shu: Hah? What do you mean?

Yui: It’s not usual for Shu-san to talk about himself or the worries he cares with him all the time, that’s why I asked...

Shu: ... It just feel as if I already knew you.

Yui: (I know that he won’t believe me even if I told him everything...)

Shu: Well, while talking to you I already feel a strange sensation going through my body. It’s strange...

Also every time I suck your blood, my head starts hurting. It’s not even just my head. I can also see an unfamiliar sight.

Yui: Every time you suck my blood?

Shu: Yes. At first I thought it was because of the power of your blood, but apparently it’s not like that.

It’s a kitchen in a mansion somewhere. There also is a living room with 5 men in there... there also is your sleeping face.

Yui: Eh...

Shu: None of them are obvious. When I try to think about it, my head starts to go dizzy. It’s clearly uncomfortable for me.

That’s why I don't want to think about it, but when I try to, I can’t help but remember this certain scenario.

Yui: (The mansion... the living room... are those memories of the Sakamaki mansion?)

(Could it be that his memories are slowly coming back every time he sucks my blood?)

(In that case, I definitely want him to keep drinking my blood—!)

Shu: ... I assume this sounds like crap. There’s no meaning behind it anyways, it’s probably just nonesense.

*Shu yawns*

Shu: ... Once I talked about it, I got tired again.

Yui: Eh, aren’t we still supposed to work... ?

Shu: That doesn’t matter. Just lend me your body.

*Shu pulls Yui closer*

Yui: Kyaa... Shu-san!? Why are you pulling me so suddenly?

Shu: Hasn’t it been decided? I’m going to sleep on your body like you are my pillow.

Yui: Didn’t you just made that up as an excuse?

Shu: Be quiet. It’s not like you’re uncomfortable with this, right? Your expression definitely tells me otherwise.

Yui: Eh, that is...

(That’s unfair. It’s not like I can refute anything if he’s playing those cards at me)

Shu: Fufu... now you’re the quiet one. You said it yourself already. You want to be beside me no matter what.

Just why? Why do you want me to like you so much?

Yui: (Rather than wanting him to like me, my feelings for him didn’t change at all)

(I just want Shu-san to go back to normal...)

Shu: You can’t answer? Or maybe are you in need for my fangs? Is it because you are in desperate need for pleasure?

Yui: T-T-That’s wrong!

Shu: Fufu... you really are easy to understand.

*Shu hugs Yui closer*

Yui: ..... ! Shu-san...

Shu: If you really want me to start liking you, continue holding me like this for awhile.

As long as I can sleep comfortably on you as my pillow, I don’t mind you admitting your secret desires.

Yui: (Shu-san just hugged me tighter. Shu-san’s scent... all his warmth is transmitted to me)

(I want him to hold me in his arms again. But... I can just dream about this for now)

(The only opportunity to regain his memories seems to be my blood. In that case, I can’t allow him to sleep—)

Shu-san, I have a request before you go to bed. Could you get up, just a little bit?

Shu: Nh... be quiet. Even though I was trying to sleep... you really are annoying.

Haa, by the way... wasn’t the sleeping princess woken up by a kiss?

Yui: Eh... ah, yes. You told me that this was some kind of tradition if I remember.

Shu: You were woken up like this, and don’t even remember that it happened?

What would you do if I also want you to wake me up like this?

Yui: Eh... ? D-Do you mean kissing you?

Shu: Exactly.

Yui: B-But I woke up by myself in the church. No one has woken me up by a kiss.

Shu: Is that so? ... Hm? If nobody did so, then why aren’t you sleeping anymore?

Yui: (Uhh, I don’t really have a reasonable explanation... what should I do... ?)

Choices

1) — Kiss him (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) — Reject him (black)

— Kiss him ♡

Yui: (I'm way too embarrassed to kiss him, but if I really need to do this... !)

Shu-san ... could you please cover your eyes?

Shu: No.

Yui: B-But that’s a request.

Shu: Do you think you are in the position to request something?

Yui: I-I’m not.

— Reject him

Yui: I’m sorry... but that’s embarrassing so I can’t...

Shu: Are you pretending to be embarrassed just now? How stupid.

end Choices

Shu: If you can't do it, the story is over. I’ll go back to sleep so don't bother me.

Yui: N-No please wait! Listen!

Wouldn’t you rather suck my blood!?

Shu: ... You... are your thoughts finally going insane?

Yui: No, it’s different. I'm not sure how to explain it myself but...

Anyways, please!

(That’s what should surely return Shu-san’s memories—)

Shu: Hmph... I don't know what your sudden mind change means, but if you really want me to suck your blood you should say it more sexy. Now unbutton your clothes.

Yui: Ehh!?

(Uhh, I can't be helped... it’s just my blouse...)

*Yui undressed herself*

Yui: N-Now... I’m begging you to please suck my blood, Shu-san...

Shu: That was a pretty useless sexual appeal. I maybe expected too much from an idiot like you.

Yui: (Somehow I feel sorry now...)

Shu: But... it really looks as if you’ve completely lost your mind. You usually are the shy type, so I’m not complaining.

This is really special... Nh... Nh ...

Yui: Ah... Nn...

(Blood is coming out. But I don’t... feel pain...)

Shu: Fufu... That face... it tells me that you really are satisfied with what I’m doing.

Having your strong sweet smell all around my room like that... are you really inviting me to take more? ... Nh...

Yui: N-Ngh...

(His gentle bite... it makes me lose myself...)

Nh ... Shu-san...

Shu: If you want more, then please me with your face. You’re able to do that, aren’t you? This time you should show it to me properly.

Yui: Shu-san, please... please take more...

Shu: Just for your current given face I’ll do so. I want you to feel the pleasure I give you... Ahh... Nh...

Yui: (Ah... I’m losing my consciousness... I can’t keep my eyes open anymore...)

(Shu-san, I hope... he was pleased...)

*Yui faints*

Shu: Hm? Did you already pass out? You were the one inviting me though.

*strange noise*

Shu: Kuh... it’s this again...

Kch...

Haa... Haa... What is it now? Why were we laughing together and even called each other's names ...

... Name? Just what did I call this woman after?

... I can't remember... shit...

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(1/2) Don't know when you'll reply to the other ask I sent kinda related to this, but I'm going to gush on about this idea anyway because. Yandere Nyarlathotep; honestly, I think he could be the most terrifying yandere ever. An eldritch god of pure evil (although how evil he is is kinda debatable), madness and chaos who is pretty much all-powerful falling in love with a smol helpless human? That human is screwed unless they're into loving and being loved by an eldritch horror from the beyond.

2/2) You can try to run and hide as much as you like, and you might even get a bit far if the god is feeling particularly playful, but in the end he'll always find you and drag you back into his loving embrace. Not to mention you literally cannot trust ANYONE. Nyarlathotep is a renowned shapeshifter and an excellent actor. He could be literally anyone you know and you'd never find out until it's already far, far too late. You're his precious little human mate and he's never letting you go))))

“Y-you aren’t my mom” your shaky voice spouts out, your pointing finger trembling as fear envelopes you and weighs down on your chest. No. No you couldn’t trust anyone! “Youre him! Youre...you’re not my mom!”.

Your mother, or rather the thing dressed as her form, gently grabs your hand and gives you a concerned expression, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Honey you’re absolutely shaking! What on earth happened? Come on, sit down, sit down” She insisted.

You yank your hand away, backing away with fear and trepidation. Your mind is racing, unable to focus on anything other than suspicion and panic. “NO! NO! Stay away from me! Stay back!” You scream, dashing out of the door and down into the street, eyes darting around to every person on the street.

Their voices bounced in your head, murmuring about how sick and ill you looked and if they should call for help.

No. No if you get any sort of help nyarlathotep would easily take their form! What if everyone was him? Are you even you? You can’t tell anymore, you’re so tired and sleep deprived and unable to even breathe correctly. You haven’t eaten in days because you can’t trust the food not to be tampered with.

Your mind is breaking. You can’t take it anymore!

Slowly, your vision goes blurry as you collapse in the street, your body being so weak and exhausted it forced you to give in. The rush of people circling you was the last image you saw before your eyes closed and you could finally get some sort of rest. Comforting in a sense, obviously something you needed, but who’s to say how long it lasts?

————-

The ringing sound of beeps wakes you up from your unconscious state. Your eyes pry open, trying to adjust to the bright room of what you can only assume is the hospital. You raise your head a bit to look over to the machine making all the noise, and try to find a way to at least turn the noise down a bit.

You feel a sharp pain in your arm when you reach up, seeing a fresh IV sight was just put in. IV? What were they giving you? Wait-what even happened? How long have you been here?

You squint your eyes to see the name of the fluid currently pumping into your veins, and sigh in relief as it was only saline and some vitamins. You flop back down and close your eyes again, swallowing as you try and keep your heart rate normal as to not make the machine go berserk again.

“Maybe he...maybe he doesn’t know I’m here” You mutter to yourself, running your hands down your face as you exhale. “Fuck...I bet I gave mom a heart attack...and the neighbors probably think I’m psycho”.

A soft laugh leaves your lips as you open yours eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. “Well. They aren’t wrong”.

A knock on the door causes your heart to spike in speed again, your fight or flight response kicking in on instint. “Y/N? I’ll be your nurse for the day. How are you feeling? Do you know why you’re here?”.

You nod your head, swallowing nervously as the nurse steps in and begins to write on the dry erase board in front of you. “Oh? Could you tell me then? Just so I don’t have to walk all the way down the hall and grab your chart again”.

Odd. Usually nurses already have that either memorized or on hand. “I...collapsed from exhaustion I think. And was brought here. From what I remember”. Your voice wavered a bit, watching the nurse places the marker down with a low chuckle, and turns to face you with a feral look in their eyes.

“No. You’re here because I want you to be. Because I love to play cat and mouse with you. I told you. I’m everywhere all at once”. Your heart leaps into your throat, and all you can manage is a weak cry for help before a hand covers your mouth.

“Ah ah ah! Wouldn’t want anyone to be hurt because of your misbehavior do you? Now be a good patient and let me play a little longer. The good stuff is coming later, just you wait!”.

#nyarlathotep #yandere nyarlathotep #yandere scenarios #yandere lovecraft #yandere imagines #yandere

[scrollofstarshine]

The Thing About Insomnia

Word Count: 1051

Characters: Thomas Sanders (Character), Virgil (Either platonic or romantic whatever floats your canoe ^~^)

Summary: Virgil and insomnia are well antiquated no matter how much Virgil would love to just freaking sleep. However, things are a little different than usual now that he’s been accepted. 

The worst thing about insomnia was probably the fact that literally the only thing he wanted to do was sleep. It wasn’t exactly what Virgil would call a fun experience; his vision went sporadically blurry, his balance was nonexistent, the thought of food was absolutely sickening and social interaction became increasingly more daunting than usual. Especially now that the others actually expected him to interact with them. He wanted to be careful to not annoy them more than he had to and he knew he wasn’t exactly pleasant on a regular day. And Virgil when sleep deprived was the textbook definition of a nightmare.

 So the obvious course of action when Virgil was in the middle of an insomniac spell where even his normal 2-3 hours eluded him was to retreat into his room, laying in complete darkness until he got so frustrated that he scrolled through Tumblr, where he could blame the strain of his eyes on the bright screen of his phone. It was during these times when he smeared more black under his eyes in an effort to match his bags, where even his white foundation didn’t match his skin. 

But, as much as he wanted to stay in his room until he finally just fucking collapsed from exhaustion, it seems he wasn’t afforded even that luxury as he felt that all too familiar tug summoning him out of the mindscape. Virgil closed his eyes as he rose up feeling more nauseous than usual at the disorienting feeling. When he wasn’t immediately assaulted by Roman’s boisterous laughter or Patton’s puns or even Logan’s shuffling through flashcards he squinted his eyes open. Thomas gave a little wave, eyes holding their usual brightness and Virgil minutely relaxed at the sight of the smiling man.

“Hey, what’s up? There’s not like a life threatening situation going on right? ‘Cause that’s way too much work for me on a Tuesday. Or did you need me to walk you through your latest mistakes because buddy we got some things to talk about like who thinks tha-” Virgil noticed Thomas’ smile faltered halfway through 

“Oh God, the life-threatening was supposed to be a joke, what happened? Did you trip in front of people? Did you lose your editing process? Oh fuck did you kill someone? Or-” Virgil was cut off by a shake of Thomas’s head.

“No no nothing like that. No one’s dead and the videos are fine, I promise.” Thomas placated.

“Then what’s with the kicked puppy look?” Thomas bit his lip.

“It’s just- It’s not Tuesday Virgil it’s Saturday.” 

Virgil started.

“No, it’s definitely Tuesday… you just had to do-you went-Oh fuck it’s not Tuesday is it?” Thomas took a step closer. “But that doesn’t make any sense? What did we even do yesterday I don’t-” Virgil slumped forward, mouth dry and vision blurred, a ringing in his ears. When he could actually open his eyes again he found himself on the floor with his head looking up at his host’s frantic expression.

“-gil… Virgil...Virgil!” Thomas’s voice gradually became clearer. As Virgil’s eyes met his, Thomas visibly relaxed. “Hey buddy,” He smoothed Virgil’s bangs back, but rested his palm on his forehead. “Scared me for a second there. How are you feeling?” Virgil groaned and tried to push himself up. Thomas braced a hand on his back. “Whoa there, take it easy for a second.”

“I’m fine.” Virgil grumbled, blinking harshly as he tried to get the black spots in his vision to disappear. 

“Ah right, totally forgot that you passing out is completely normal my bad.”

“When did you get so sarcastic. That’s my job.”

“Too bad. Now, care to explain why my anxiety decided to become one with the floor?” Virgil threw an arm over his eyes.

“Maybe the floor is my new home. Didn’t think about that, did you?”

“That doesn’t even make sen-hey! No distracting me, seriously Virge what’s going on, work with me here. Or do I need to call Patton? ‘Cause I will don’t test me-”

“No!” Virgil blurted, “I mean, don’t call him. It’s nothing, my brain just can’t shut up but really what else is new. It’s literally so stupid that when I actually want to just lay down and sleep I just fucking can’t.” He raised his hands to tug at his hair. “I mean why would the one thing that I want to actually happen be something I can get because of course fuckin-” Virgil was cut off as he was tugged forward and found himself in a hug. As he sputtered, Thomas wrapped one arm around his back and used the other to rest Virgil’s head on his chest.

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” He grumbled, struggling slightly but the warmth his host provided seemed to make him even more lethargic.

“Sounds like you need to not be moving around for a little bit buddy.” Virgil closed his eyes.

“That’s the problem- I can’t stop. I have shit to do.” Virgil would deny that his voice cracked till Thomas’s dying die but he was just so fucking tired. 

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. How about we both just lie down for a bit huh? Watch a movie or something so there’s no stress. I always like spending time with you Virge and for once we’re not behind on anything so we can just vegetate for a while.” Without waiting for a response from his anxiety, Thomas hefted Virgil up to the couch and sat down next to him, covering them both with a blanket. “How does Lilo and Stitch sound?” Virgil gave a small shrug and tried to focus on the movie but Thomas was just so warm and the lights had been turned off and the blanket was soft and it was pretty hard to be concerned when he could feel his Host’s heartbeat next to him. He probably wouldn’t sleep but at least he could rest his eyes right? If nothing else it wasn’t so bad to be here he supposed.

And if later Thomas happened to look over and see his anxiety’s eyes closed and breathing even, well, no one had to know if he turned down the volume even more and tugged Virgil a little closer, closing his eyes himself.

Hiya! This is just a little drabble thing I made in like an hour. I know its been done many times before but what can I say-I crave affectionate interactions. I think this might be a 5+1 thing but honestly I don’t know. Anyways, hope ya enjoyed!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #cursing #virgil curses #guys im so tired #have fun #fluff #insomnia #how does one tag #fic #i tried #^~^

[mayonaka-no-sasayaki]

CoAi/ShinShi Week 2019 - Day 2: Wish/Dream

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or it's characters.

August 26th - Day 2: Wish / Dream

Senbazuru

Summary: Weeks pass with no change and still, Shinichi continues on with a prayer on his lips for each and every crane.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20424386

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13374442/1/Senbazuru

@coai

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It starts out simple, whimsical even.

He's reading a case file and feeling stuck, his hand unconsciously grabs a balled up document that he's planning to throw out and tears it into neat squares. Fingers twist and press, wrist turning until a clumsy looking paper crane sits on top of the library table.

A blink and Shinichi finds his mind has cleared, deducing the key evidence with a flourish.

Soon, it becomes a habit. Shinichi wonders what his brain finds so relaxing about origami or even that of paper cranes. His head turns to the side to rest on top of his knees that he's pulled up, gives a slow blink at Agasa-hakase's window that he can see from his seat.

Ah.

Haibara.

Now that he thinks about it, Haibara kinda reminds him of a crane; elegant and beautiful.

Vision blurry, he turns away.

Right...he hasn't visit for three days now. Not since the doctors gave him the news.

...That won't do. Hospitals are lonely and he's come to really hate leaving Haibara alone.

Taking his files and torn papers, Shinichi shoves them into his bag and makes his way to the hospital.

Weaving through the familiar corridors of white washed walls, Shinichi slides opened the door to Haibara's private room and shuts it with a soft click. There's some fresh flowers on the bedside table that he knows are from Jodie-sensei and Haibara's favourite throw blanket from Agasa-hakase.

Very few people know that Haibara is in a coma and Shinichi hopes it'll stay that way.

While the war against Them is over, they still don't exactly have the okay for having Haibara out in the opened yet; seeing that Haibara is one of the few agents that defected from Them and still being alive and all that. Well, as far as anyone's concern, Shinichi is sure as hell gonna make sure Haibara stays alive.

He dumps his bag on the floor and drags the overbed table to him and gets to work.

Hours pass as he finds clues and leads. Cleaning up the mess that They left behind is troublesome and a chore but Shinichi would be damned if he would ever let those bastards fall through the cracks. Not after all that they've done.

Not after almost killing Haibara.

Through it all, he folds paper cranes. One after another.

It's illogical and superstitious but for every crane, Shinichi feels his heart beat a little stronger, a litter more hopeful for each tiny bird.

Days pass and his new routine follows him into his daily life. Ran and Sonoko are confused at his habit but he doesn't pay it much mind, finding comfort in the simple task. He does it at school, home and even at the MPD whenever he has to do paperwork after a case. Some offered their help but he always politely and firmly turned them down. This is something he wants to do on his own; with his own two hands. It's nothing elaborate but for all of his clumsiness in showing his gratitude, he can do this much.

A gift.

A small, insignificant gift for the woman who risked her life for him and brought him home as himself instead of the child he masqueraded as.

For every crane, Shinichi inadvertently finds himself leaving a prayer behind. For longevity and happiness and hope. All for the woman lying prone in her hospital bed. Haibara...or is it Miyano now since she took the antidote before confronting Gin? Either way, his partner has lost too much and if he can give something back to her, he would. Though for now, sitting by her bedside, Shinichi folds cranes of different shapes and colours then, weaves them together; hoping that his wish would be granted once completed.

Sometimes, he talks. Other times, he doesn't. Silence has never bothered them; their understanding of one another came surprisingly easy despite their volatile start. Shinichi always makes sure to update Miyano about their kids (the Tantei-dan kinda are at this point now) and reassures the biochemist that Agasa-hakase is well and doing his best to follow her health plan for him.

Weeks pass with no change and still, Shinichi continues on with a prayer on his lips for each and every crane.

Shinichi doesn't pause his life. That would be an insult to Miyano and all of the people that fought in the war against Them. But he doesn't forget. He comes by every evening at sunset and leaves when visiting hours end like clockwork. There's only a handful of people who knows where he goes everyday.

His parents. Agasa-hakase. Furuya and of course, the FBI he's been working with.

He'll never risk Miyano's safety again after the last time in Kyōtō. Considering that mishap had the unfortunate consequences of having Rum's attention on him and in turn, those he's sworn to protect, well, Shinichi is more than willing to stick to the shadows until Miyano can make her own decision about her situation.

Still, Sonoko's snooping is a bit of a pain though, and he knows that Ran is concerned about him despite the distance between them since he came back. They tried to continue dating and make it work but...in the end, he couldn't bring himself to tell Ran about the details of what happened with Them despite the fact that Ran knows about Conan now.

Like he thought, it was the deal breaker between them. It stings but honestly, he's just grateful that Ran still cares and doesn't hate him after lying to her about Conan for so long.

Maybe they can try again once they've sort themselves out. But right now, all Shinichi wants is for all the people he cares about to be whole and hale again.

"Geez," he mutters, folding another crane before letting it join its brethren. "You better appreciate this, Yawny. I think I'm even seeing these things in my sleep. Hell, is it even possible to do origami while sleeping?"

"...since it's a stupid talent, I'd say the chances are quite high simply because it's you."

Shinichi snorts. "Rude."

"Says...the obnoxious Imp."

Silence settles again and—

"Holy shit."

Shinichi almost gives himself whiplash when his head snaps to the bed and sees amused turquoise eyes laughing at him.

"Haibara..." Then he shakes himself before rising from his seat to sit beside the biochemist on the edge of the bed. "Miyano...?"

Haibara gives him a faint smirk. "Miyano's fine. I think we...both know that part in my is over now."

"Safety reasons," he agrees with a nod. "Yeah, I know."

Hai— Miyano still looks too pale for his liking. And parched.

Oh, right. Coma.

Shinichi thinks his brain is still trying to play catch up. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Once the scientist has something to drink, Miyano gives him a critical look. "You look terrible. I bet even more than me."

He really must be sleep deprived if he misses this woman's snark.

"Lies," he refutes with a cheeky grin; the first one in ages. "You haven't seen a mirror so there's no way you'd know I'm worse."

"Fool, I don't need to. Not when you look like a breeze could knock you over."

His grin widens. "Again with the lies."

"Now you look deranged." Miyano then looks at the cranes, eyes softening before her smirk turns teasing when she spots the random piles of origami strewn haphazardly in her room. "You better clean that up. Honestly, what are you, seven?"

Rolling his eyes, Shinichi sticks his tongue out.

"Oh, that's mature."

"Shut up," he grumbles, trying and failing to hide the happy grin that's threatening to split his face in two. Shinichi jerks a thumb to his epic crane army. "I made these for you, y'know."

"I can see that." Miyano finds his hand and catches it with her own. Shinichi clutches onto the biochemist like a lifeline. "Did you reached a thousand?"

"I think so." Shinichi looks around at the piles, shrugging with a sort of carefree attitude that makes his shoulders feel lighter. "You're awake aren't you?"

Miyano scoffs, incredulous. "You wasted your wish on me?"

"It's not a waste, barou." The words comes out sharp and firm, before he relaxes and leans forward to hover over Miyano so that he can catch the scientist's eyes. "It'll never be a waste to want you happy and safe. To want you home."

Miyano holds his gaze, the coolness in her eyes melting into something grateful and fond. "...Thank you."

"You're welcome." Shinichi pulls away then, waves a hand to Miyano as he climbs onto the bed. "Now, scoot over."

Miyano gives him a suspicious and incredulous glare. "What? Why?"

"Because I'm happy that you're finally awake so I wanna give you a hug," he states matter-a-factly, rolling his eyes.

The deadpanned stare Miyano sends him is familiar and dearly missed. "And you want me to scoot over because...?"

"Because I miss you and I'm exhausted and I just wanna sleep." Shinichi makes a shooing motion with his hand, impatient. "So, scoot."

Letting out a long suffering sigh, Miyano obliges until there's enough space for a tight fit. Strangely, it makes him wish that he's Conan sized again so that they can rest comfortably. Oh, well.

He slides under the covers and immediately wraps his arms around Miyano in a tight embrace, tucking his face into Miyano's neck to hide the tears in his eyes.

A hand is placed on his head and he hears Miyano letting out an amused huff. "Ugh, incorrigible."

"Well, you're infuriating so we're even."

"...miss you too," Miyano eventually says after a moment of comfortable silence, shifting until she lies on her side to cradle his head. It causes more tears to flow. "Tadaima, Kudou-kun."

Shinichi lets out a sob, nodding and holding onto Miyano closer in bone deep relief. "Okaeri, Miyano."

A thousand prayers; all for a single wish that finally came true.

#coaiweek2019 #detective conan #meitantei conan #case closed #coai #conai #shinshi #aico #aicon #shishin #shihoxshinichi #shiho x shinichi #shinichi x shiho #shinichixshiho #aixconan #ai x conan #conanxai #conan x ai #ai haibara #haibara ai #shiho miyano #miyano shiho #conan edogawa #edogawa conan #shinichi kudou #kudou shinichi #kudo shinichi #shinichi kudo

[aliceslantern]

Retribution, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, chapter 4

Newly a person again, Ienzo is weighed down by guilt and his humanity. He's prepared to do whatever it takes to atone... only to find unexpected solace in a familiar face. With more insight into the bonds between people than ever before, Ienzo reaches for a dangerous element from the past to help Kairi and Riku in their search for Sora. What is his life if it means saving another, brighter light?

Chapter summary:  Ienzo's attempts to regain his power go awry, leading him to a confrontation with Even.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

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Ienzo turned back to his work, again, with a fervor. Only this time, after dealing with all of Ansem and Even’s frippery, at night he tried to find places to train magic.

The greenhouse was out. Demyx was using that, and might see things he didn’t need to see.

The castle was huge. Plenty of nooks and crannies to squirrel himself away in, but Ienzo did not want to spend hours climbing or walking somewhere just to train for yet more time. He spent several days trying to subtly coax the entirety of Aeleus and Dilan’s rounds out of them; it needed to be off their radar, too. At last, though, he found it. It was a domed courtyard, perhaps fifteen meters in diameter, with several pillars; these pillars had lighted sconces. The ground had once been inlaid parquet, only it had been damaged and torn away in places. It was quiet, here, and there was potential for moonlight.

He dressed comfortably. He brought with him a small store of water, nonperishable snacks. Ienzo wasn’t quite brazen enough to try stealing ethers from Even’s stores; the man would no doubt notice they were missing. He’d have to make do for now until the next time he went to the market.

Ienzo sat cross legged on the ground. He tried to breathe and center himself, and once he felt he was sufficiently focused he summoned the lexicon.

It had once been named “Book of Retribution,” a name he’d not consciously chosen but had been inscribed in the front cover. He knew now that of course this was the very essence of his psyche; what else would a scholar, a researcher have other than a book ? He had no need for knives, swords, or instruments. Words could--and did--hurt just as much. They could break your heart.

Sticks and stones , he thought sourly.

But this volume? There was nothing written on the inner cover, just blankness, a generic paper print. There were some contents to this book now, from all his time spent reading in this life so far. So what was it? Was it nameless? Did it matter?

Friend, he thought towards it, help me.

Ienzo stood. His powers had been partially telekinetic, at least in regards to the lexicon. It might be easiest to start there. He held it out in his arms and tried to pull from within. He could feel the book trembling in his grip as he tried to lift it with his mind; instantly Ienzo felt a hot headache blooming, his heart rate increasing noticeably. Just fucking pick it up, he thought to himself. He let go with his hands, and it immediately fell to the floor.

He almost groaned out loud, but composed himself. He had to be calm. Try again.

He must’ve stood there for hours. It was unclear.

Every time Ienzo tried to get the lexicon to do what he wanted, it simply flopped to the ground. He could get it to do no more than tremble in his hands. The pain grew worse, and he grew dizzier, until his breathing was quite labored. The water and snacks only partially helped. He felt drained, depleted, in more ways than one, and to his shock felt frustrated tears building in his eyes.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

He walked back to the apprentices’ quarters and dropped into bed for a weary few hours of sleep before his alarm woke him.

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These days took on a pattern. By day, he was Ienzo, a modest scholar of the heart, seeking to plumb the depths of Kairi’s. By night, he was closer to Zexion, struggling to reign in a power he’d once had like breath. He had no idea if he was making any progress or if he were simply hurting his body for no reason.

Because it was hurting. He was prone more than ever to headaches, to wooziness, and sometimes even in sedentary stillness his heart would race. He felt out of breath climbing stairs. The ethers he finally got his hands on did help, but only so much. It seemed like Even was right, about the entropy. Not to mention, magic burned ludicrously more calories for humans than Nobodies, and he struggled to keep up proper intake.

He couldn’t do nothing. What were some aches and pains compared to Sora’s life?

The weeks--or months? He wasn’t sure--seemed to drag on in this manner… Ienzo so slowly made progress, was able to lift and manipulate the book with relative ease, though it left him gasping for air. He would get used to it. He’d be sure of it.

That morning, he’d again been feeling dizzy, but thought nothing of it. He saw Demyx in the hall, on his own way to work. “Hey, Zo,” he said pleasantly. Ienzo had tried to be cordial, since his breakdown, had even responded to the other boy’s texts--but Ienzo had no time for friendship, and he thought Demyx knew that. “How’s it going? Haven’t seen hide or hair of you in forever.”

“It certainly is going,” he said vaguely. His vision was blurry, and he felt again his heart starting to skip, to race. It would pass. “I’m afraid I’ve barely had a moment to myself.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “But are you… doing okay?”

“Better than I was. Thank you for asking.”

“‘...Course.” He smiled a little.

“How’s your work?”

“Oh, same soup, just reheated, you know? But I honestly don’t mind. It’s just different enough every day. And so far… almost all the people I’ve met are nice. It’s… refreshing.” A wry laugh.

“I know I haven’t been--very warm--” A particularly sharp pain echoed through his head, and he touched it without meaning to.

“You’ve got a lot on your plate--Zo?”

He tried to breathe through the pain. His heart had leapt into his throat. He realized all this must be very visible because Demyx added,

“Hey. Zo?”

Ienzo tried to find the words to console him, but his knees were weakening.

“Zo? I… fuck.”

His consciousness cut rather abruptly, and from here there were only odd snatches of things. He was being carried, his face pressed against Demyx’s chest, the smell of laundry and something like salt and ginger. How odd… to be so vulnerable…

“I got your call--what on earth happened?”

“We were just talking and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes.”

More darkness, more lost time. Ienzo didn’t regain awareness all at once. He felt blankets, the distinctive pull of an IV, the smell of bleached linen. An ache, dulled by painkillers, nothing quite having straight lines.

“...My boy? Can you hear me?” A warm, dry hand against his.

His eyelids felt like lead, and a scratchiness of sandpaper.

“Let him sleep, Ansem. He’ll need it for the hiding I’m about to give--”

He either slept or was unconscious--it was hard to tell. But things were clearer once he opened his eyes.

He was not in his bedroom. He was in the med bay, where he’d tended to Even and Dilan as they recovered from their Nobodies’ wounds. While not as cold or as sterile as the Organization’s own ward, it was still quite jarring.

“Awake at last?” Even set aside the tablet he’d been holding and came over to the bed.

“Time for the hiding, then?” Ienzo asked dully.

“Do you have any idea what shape you were in when Demyx brought you to me?”

“I was simply unconscious.”

“Simply--” Even sputtered, his hands near his face, and Ienzo saw Vexen once again. “You do realize healthy twenty-year-olds don’t simply black out, yes?”

Ienzo sat up. He was still perilously dizzy, but less so. “Perhaps I was just ill.”

“None of this perhaps nonsense. I know exactly what you’ve been up to.”

His heart stuttered again, though this time from that familiar punch of caught.  

Even scowled and turned away from him. “Do you know what the ideal weight for a person of your size is?”

Ienzo was confused; not the lecture he’d been expecting about entropy and danger . “Well--yes--”

“Tell me.”

“What are you getting at?”

“What is a healthy body weight for a person of your height?” His lips were pursed.

“Between fifty-nine and eighty-one kilograms.”

“Do you know how much you weigh?”

“Even, I’ve no idea where you’re going with this,” he said honestly.

“Fifty-four. Fifty-four kilograms with a twenty-year-old’s metabolism.”

It started to click. Even didn’t know about Ienzo’s attempt to regain his power. He thought all these health issues were from-- He put a hand to his head. Ienzo knew the magic was causing him to lose weight. He didn’t think it was drastic or noticeable.  

Which angle to play, then? How did he get himself out of this? He did not want to confess to an issue he did not have, but confessing to use of power seemed infinitely worse. “Even,” he said tiredly. “You needn’t worry about my weight. At all.”

“Oh, but that isn’t all, Ienzo,” he said smoothly. “You think nobody’s noticed that your bed is rarely slept in? That your phone shows you active all hours of the day--and night? Not to mention you barely eat, barely drink water, that I’ve noticed, anyway, and I’m not the only one paying attention. The dehydration, the sleep deprivation, this…” Again he trailed off. “Your blood pressure, the ambient amount of cortisol in your blood… Ienzo, if you keep living like this, you won’t see thirty.”

Ienzo dropped his eyes.

“I don’t know how to impart the seriousness of your condition.”

“I’m not radically underweight.”

He groaned. “It’s not about your weight. It’s that you clearly are neglecting your own needs--and it’s catching up to you. And it will keep catching up to you unless you learn to take care of yourself.”

“I’m an adult, I’m perfectly capable--”

“Perfectly capable? Perfectly capable? You think losing consciousness for the better part of three days is a reflection of health ?”

Ienzo gritted his teeth. A rage began coiling in his stomach. “What does it matter?” he all but snarled.

“Child, I can’t make you want to live. But how else can I convince you that your body can’t, and won’t , react like a Nobody’s? It’s not a vessel, not a plaything. You can’t expect to work if you’re deteriorating so rapidly.” He softened just a touch; bizarre to see it happen. “You can’t expect to live, either.”

Ienzo didn’t know what to say. It felt like getting punched.

“I lost you once. I won’t lose you again.”

“Lost?” The claws were well and truly out now. For the first time Ienzo fully understood what it meant when someone snapped , despite having seen it and forced it on people countless times. It did feel like breaking. “You lost me?”

At his radical change in tone, Even’s eyebrows shot up.

“You…” He couldn’t find the words. “You took my father and you dumped him out, and then you had the nerve--the gall -- to lie to me about it. For years .” He was trembling. “You let Xehanort do to me what he would. You let me see and break those people. You.”

Even had turned very pale.

“And then--after all that--you let him take my heart. You think a kid could make that kind of decision? A fucking child?” Ienzo breathed hard. “I was just another one of your experiments, Even. That’s all I ever was. Admit it.” He’d never heard his own voice like this, rough and on the verge of a scream. “You, Aeleus, Dilan. You didn’t lose me. You threw me away.”

Ienzo didn’t know what to read into that expression--only knew that he’d never seen it before. “Ienzo…” He began tremulously.

“Everything I’ve done…” The guilt was almost stronger than the rage. “You gave me the tools. Why?”

“What?”

“Tell me why.”

“I never wanted him to hurt you. Never wanted you to have that life. But Xehanort… his hold on us… we were so convinced we could… change the world. He told me he wanted to make it better for people like you.” His eyes were pleading. “Seeing all your pain… I thought the darkness could heal. That it could help people. But it twisted me. Made it so much easier to put aside the human for the scientific… made my ends… worth their means. We were experiments too, Ienzo. Do you think any of us had a choice? It was give up our hearts… or become another subject in his plan.” He pressed one hand to his face, his eyes shut tight. “By the time I tried to get us out, it was too late… and being a Nobody cut all my bonds with others, especially you.”

The rage was cooling, hardening, and becoming something far more painful.

“Every time I see your face I think of it. What you could’ve done. Already, already you’re doing so much more good than I ever did.” He came closer to Ienzo. “I had hoped to raise you to be better. When Ansem asked me to help him care for you… you were already all but feral from his ragged childcare. I saw that you were… different, a brilliance I had hoped to nurture. But once the darkness came we exploited you. And I am so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The tears in his eyes were oddly cold.

“It pains me more than I can describe to see you struggle now, as a direct result of my actions. All I can do is hope I can make this place good enough, safe enough, for you to have the life you deserved.” His voice was unsteady. Ienzo had never seen Even cry; part of him didn’t think the man was capable. But the tears on his face were very real.

“...Even.” He felt his lip trembling in an attempt to hold it back.

“I do not expect to be forgiven. I hope that this guilt… will make me better .”

The apology rang dully in his ears. He feared he was breaking again, in a different way this time. Even sat on the bed next to him.

“Let me help you, Ienzo. You are no longer so alone. I wish to earn your trust again… should you so let me.”

It was this that did it, on top of his very exhaustion. Again the tears seemed to run from a deep, awful place in him; the abandonment and guilt and rage mixing into a slurry he couldn’t fight anymore. They broke out of him. He curled up. Despite it all, Even was here. He’d apologized, something Vexen never had done. He was… upset.

So gently, Even reached forward to embrace him. It had been years since he’d last been consoled like this, yet it was so eerily familiar. Even smelled the same, bleached cloth and powder. Ienzo found himself clinging to him. “Just cry,” Even said softly. “Scream, if you need. It might help.”

All Ienzo could do was listen, paralyzed again by his own emotions, but it felt… cathartic? Like the dark things were bleeding out of him, bit by tiny bit. He knew on a literal level it was probably humiliating, to be a grown man sobbing in his old guardian’s arms, but he felt less mortified than when he had broken down in front of Demyx. Even stroked his hair, another familiar gesture. Eventually, eventually… the sobs quieted, calmed, and he could breathe normally. Even got up and handed him a cool, damp cloth for his raw eyes.

“Is that better?” Even asked.

“How disgraceful this is,” he muttered.

“Your system is no doubt out of sorts--and so is your heart. Natural for it to need some kind of release.” He took off his lab coat; Ienzo noticed before he set it aside that the shoulder was quite damp, translucent, almost. “You should spend some time recovering. Sleeping, eating, getting outside.”

“What about Kairi?”

“Kairi and Sora would both agree that this isn’t worth the price of your health. Physically or mentally.”

“But with Aeleus and Dilan pulled away by rounds--” and Even and Ansem seething at one another, “--you’ll be--”

“We’re both grown men, Ienzo. I think we can set aside our differences for the time being.”

“What will I do if I don’t work?” It was more a question to himself than anything; Ienzo truly didn’t know. He’d been working and working for years now.

“Perhaps focus on your own studies? Or…” He considered. “We could have you on in a heavily reduced capacity, say three hours a day?”

Ienzo felt odd. Stripped bare. “This is so humiliating, for it to come to this.”

Even just sighed. “What else would have happened? It’s all you know--working yourself into the ground for things you care about. We raised you this way. But now your cause should be learning to be human. No more, no less.”

It was clear Even was right. If he were to do good, he had to be healthy. Dealing with these emotions and memories should be a priority.

“I’ll give you some medication to help you sleep,” Even said. “And the anti-anxiety. I’d like for you to try both, at least for a time. See how it treats you.”

“...Alright.”

#retribution #ienzo #even (kingdom hearts) #demyx

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A Heinous Night (Michael Mell x Heere!Reader)

A/N: Call me crazy but I saw an ask-robo for this like months ago, and I loved the idea! Plus I’m a slut for any character getting protective, so I decided to sit my butt down and write it out! (Also @robot-anon said it was okay to tag them!) I tried to be gender neutral, so if I made a mistake with pronouns, let me know! 

Trigger Warnings: drug use, mentions of sexual assault, anxiety symptoms, mentions of vomit, vomit, hospitals, Jeremy being a dick because of a demonic floppy disk, language

“Get out of my sight, loser,” Jeremy said, a large circuit-like flash pulsating through his eyes. But just because the SQUIP was controlling him doesn’t mean that his words didn’t hurt. Michael’s chest ached as Jeremy walked away, red solo cup in hand.

Weed generally calmed Michael down, but the smoke from it around the room made him feel like he was suffocating. He decided to sit on the couch for a second to collect his thoughts. Unfortunately, a Halloween party was not the place to do it. No one would shut up, the music was too loud, he could see people moving faster and faster. The world was spinning, and everything looked blurry. Michael needed a way out.

Luckily, Jake’s house was pretty easy to navigate, even with all the wasted high schoolers dancing around him. A strobe light flashed in his face, and Michael jumped back in surprise and fear, his whole world becoming even more disorienting.

When he found the bathroom at the edge of the stairs on the second floor of the Dillinger household, he breathed a sigh of relief. Michael quickly twisted the knob, getting ready to have a little release, or something similar to a breakdown, in the bathroom. Tears were already starting to form in his eyes, as he tried his hardest to open the door.

The door wouldn’t budge. It was like it was caught on something. Or locked, Michael thought.

He started banging on the door, harder and harder, just trying to get whatever couple was in there having sex to get out goddamn it he needed the bathroom! He only faltered when he heard some kind of sniffling.

And then he remembered Jeremy’s final word, that gut-wrenching “loser”. He remembered that the only people here were drunk teenagers and he definitely needed the bathroom more than they did. There are coat closets and rooms to have sex or puke in, people! He started banging on the door, more aggressively this time.

“GO AWAY!” A voice shouted back at him. Taking a large gulp and some deep breaths, Michael tried to focus on the words he was going to say instead of the ever-blurry world around him. He needed to get into that bathroom. He needed a place to have a breakdown where no one could see him.

“Hey I really need to come in I…uhh…I-I’m on the verge of a panic attack.”

As if time were moving in slow motion, the door clicked. Michael began to cry tears of joy and panic. Thank god whoever was in there opened the door. They were the nicest, best, person in the world, even though it took Michael what seemed like hours to get through to them. As the door opened wider, it revealed you.

You, as in, (Y/N) Heere: Jeremy’s twin sibling. Honestly, Michael didn’t expect you to be at this party. Maybe your friends had invited you, who knows, but Michael felt a moment of relief to see a friendly face. Sure, it was the face of someone who was related to his now ex-best-friend, but you were better than some random asshole who took forever to open the door.

You had dressed up as your favorite character in honor of the holiday, but the costume looked a little disheveled. Parts of it were torn, and the top of it was soaked with some kind of fluid. Michael definitely did not want to know whatever the heck that was. He also couldn’t help but see a little bit of himself in you.

It was kind of frightening, honestly. You mirrored Michael’s exact stance, the tears, and even his fidgeting fingers perfectly. The only difference was it seemed like your fight or flight instinct had been kicked into overdrive. Your eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere and everywhere.

“(Y/N)?” Michael finally spoke as he closed the door behind him. He was still shaky on his feet, but you seemed like you needed someone more than he did. The boy pulled you into a small embrace after asking if it was okay with you. He mostly asked because he also needed a hug, but that’s beside the point.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you hugged him tightly, as if he was your lifeline.

He could feel you starting to get heavier in his grasp, and your initial tight hug was becoming more and more loose. Something was definitely not right here. You were not the one to normally freak out at parties, and if you were, you could always maintain your composure better than you were at the moment.

“I drank something…and I feel funny,” you said, the last little bit becoming a mumble against Michael’s shoulder. You were dropping to the ground, and you anticipated falling. However, Michael was not one to let go that easily. He steadied you while maintaining the hug.

“Is that so?” Michael asked in return, his mind racing with anger instead of panic. He pulled back, only slightly so he could keep you upright, to see your eyes get droopy. You were also starting to stumble, even though the two of you had not moved.

“Fuck (Y/N), let’s get you out of here.”

You nodded, but Michael only got blurrier. He was hard to keep track of without his red hoodie on, that’s for sure. He escorted you out of the bathroom, pulling your arm around his neck, and asking if he could put his other hand on your hip to hold you steady.

The two of you successfully got to the stairs, and managed to walk down them without too much trouble. As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you could see the edges of your vision get blurry, and your head became heavy. You knew that you were going to black out soon.

You could’ve sworn that you heard your brother’s voice calling out, but you couldn’t focus on that. This was urgent, and you needed to stay awake in order to get to Michael’s car. That was priority number 1. Because once you were in Michael’s car, you were safe.

When the two of you reached Michael’s P.T. Cruiser, you were already gone. Michael reclined the passenger seat so it was at an angle instead of upright. That way, if you vomited while you were passed out, you wouldn’t choke to death. He set you down in the seat and buckled you before running to the driver’s side.

He quickly started the car and then realized he had absolutely no fucking clue on what to do. High school health had taught him that if someone was drunk enough to be throwing up and passed out, they should go to the hospital. But what about drugs? And, more importantly, what about date rape drugs? What the fuck was he supposed to do?

Michael acted quickly, deciding that the best thing for you was to take you to the hospital. If that’s what you did for alcohol, it was better to be safe than sorry. He put the car into gear before speeding off into the night, not caring if he was going 5 or 25 over the speed limit.

It took Michael 20 minutes to get to the hospital. He carried you inside, laying your head upright on his shoulder, and carrying you bridal-style into the E.R. He decided in the car that this was the best way to carry you. It wasn’t harsh, and it would prevent you from choking again. As soon as he walked in, nurses took you into a separate room, and began working.

He was told to wait.

That killed him. He had done all this work, put in all this effort, and yet? Nothing. He was doing all these good deeds: researching the SQUIP, trying to help Jeremy, and fucking saving Jeremy’s twin’s life after he was a total dick to him. And what did he get in response? Waiting.

An hour passed, and still Michael heard nothing. He sat, unmoving, and still panicky. He was starting to hate the smell of the hospital, the drab walls, the fluorescent lights, the way everything beeped, and the fact that he literally could not get a snack without leaving the place. And he couldn’t leave. You needed him.

An hour turned into several hours, and Michael couldn’t seem to find sleep, no matter what position he put himself in. As time went on, he heard more and more nurses talking to one another about some fire.

“Luckily no one was too badly injured. Just that poor boy who started the fire himself.”

“Oh, that’s terrible. On Halloween too.”

“Yes, but I suppose you never really know with the Dillinger’s,” one of the nurses sighed.

There was silence for a minute. A fire? At the Dillinger household? It was definitely something that could happen on Halloween. With the night’s events, Michael wouldn’t be surprised if it was Rich who started the fire. Or even Jeremy. Fuck Jeremy.

And that was another thing, if Jeremy cared so much as to why Michael was taking his sibling out of the party, hand on their waist, then he would’ve followed. If Jeremy cared, he would’ve noticed that someone had spiked (Y/N)’s drink. If Jeremy cared, he would be at the hospital right now, apologizing to the two people that mattered the most in his life. If Jeremy cared, he would’ve kept watch over his twin, and would have not called Michael a ‘loser’ as he so charmingly did.

Another hour past, and still Michael could not sleep. He really, truly, just hoped he could see you soon. There had been no word or gossip about you, just about the fire, and he was starting to get antsy. Were you really that bad? And if you were, why was he not allowed to see you? Because dear god, did he want to see you. He wanted to tell you that everything was over, and you’d made it out safely. He wanted to give all of the positive emotions he had because this was in no way fair to you. He also really just wanted to be able to take you home, and go home himself.

“Michael Mell?” a nurse called into the waiting room.

His head shot up, and he rushed over to the nurse, sleep deprivation making him feel faster than he actually was. “Is everything okay? Are they okay?”

“Yes, they’re going to be just fine. We normally don’t allow people other than family members to see patients after visiting hours, but, we made an exception for you since we could not get ahold of their parent or sibling. It seems you are the only person to look after Mx. Heere tonight.”  

The nurse led him back into the maze (it really was, Michael was impressed that the nurse could navigate it so easily), and to a small room with your name plastered up on the door. As soon as he could, Michael walked in, so relieved that he could finally see you.

And god did you look…weak. You were pale, your body stiff, and your eyes were shut. An IV was hooked up to your hand and pumped clear fluid into your veins. Any makeup had been removed, and it was honestly the first time that Michael’s heart had ached so much for you.

“They’re asleep,” the nurse said, halting Michael’s train of thought. “They’ll probably wake up soon.”

The nurse gave him a soft smile before exiting the room. Michael glanced at the clock. 4:24 in the morning. God, he’d been here for almost four hours. But it was worth it. You were safe, and you were going to be okay.

Michael sat down in the hospital chair, finally feeling like he could sleep. Normally, the boy was a heavy sleeper, but tonight was different. He slept lightly, and any noise that either you or the machines around you made would wake him up. He really wanted to be there for you when you woke up. He felt like it was his mission; his duty.

He’d moved the chair over so he could be closer to you. He grabbed your hand and began to rub soothing circles on it with his thumb. Michael was asleep within minutes after the last beeping machine had been silenced.

Michael jolted awake to you groaning as you winced at the bright lights.

“Michael?” you asked, still wincing from the fluorescents.

“I’m here. Do you need anything? Water? Some food?”

“First of all, you’re not here. I’m Heere. Second, water would be nice, and third, what are you doing in my hospital room?”

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked, immediately letting go of your hand and turning to leave.

“What? No! I’m just surprised. I thought you’d leave. I know Jeremy’s been a major jackass lately.”

“You’re not Jeremy.”

You gave the biggest smile you could before letting your face fall back to neutral. “Fuck I’m tired,” you sighed.

“Yeah, I kinda figured. How are you feeling?” Michael asked, taking your hand back into his own. He knew that you were probably freaked out. Hospitals, drugs, and the idea that they could’ve been assaulted were not exactly comforting thoughts.

“Like I got hit by a truck. A nice big fat ass cement truck.”

He looked down for a second. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? You saved my life, dude. Thank you.”  

“I didn’t—”

“Yes you did, Mell. Seriously, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Michael said, a sad smile forming on his lips. This was the first time he’d seen you so scared, and now so relieved. This wasn’t fair to you. You didn’t deserve to be treated like an object. You deserved respect, kindness, and someone who listened. And if Jeremy wasn’t going to save you tonight, Michael was glad that he did.

“Could I get that water?” You asked, your eyes big and voice small.

“Fuck, I forgot. Let me get the nurse for you.”

“Michael, I have a call button. It’s okay.”

“Right. I definitely forgot.”

“But…would you be willing to…I don’t know…”

“Tell the nurse what you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course.”

“Good, because I already pressed the button and the nurse is on their way,” you joked, that small smile from before on your lips.

When the nurse got there, Michael spoke for you. You shot him a good of gratitude, and squeezed his hand. It was a warm gesture. It was a way for you to say thank you once again.

The nurse came back with your water and some painkillers, and placed the table closer to you so you wouldn’t have to lift up the cup (you probably weren’t strong enough for that anyways). You tried to sit up on your own, but failed the first time. The second time you tried, Michael gently, as if you were made of glass, supported your back forward so you could take a drink.

The minute you took a sip, you felt a little better. It was something in your stomach other than the drinks you’d had before, and you were feeling a little dehydrated.

When you were done with the water, Michael helped you lay back down, and you were a little bit content. He grabbed your hand again, and gave it a squeeze.

It had been a wild night. The bathroom, getting drugged, Michael helping you, Jeremy being an asshole, walking out of the party, the hospital, and everything tying up to this moment that you were experiencing now. It was hard to believe that you had left the party just 6 hours ago. But you were grateful for Michael. He could’ve just left you there, but instead, he managed to keep you safe.

At 7:26 in the morning, you were released from the hospital. They actually wheeled you out to Michael’s car. He helped you climb in, and he climbed into the driver’s seat. He took one last look out the window, to see the nurse who had wheeled you out, give the biggest smile they could before walking back into the hospital. Something told him that it was a thank you for bringing his friend there instead of letting someone, or himself, take advantage of them.

Michael glanced over at you, and you were already fast asleep, your head resting on the car window. He put on some quiet music, and began to drive you home.

It took him a little over 45 minutes to drive you home. He went extra careful over any bumps and drove anywhere from 5 to 10 miles per hour under the speed limit. Surprisingly, Michael was calm. He was at peace with himself, even though he was still mad at Jeremy. But helping you made him feel good. It made him believe that he had purpose. He was a hero to you.

When you got to your house, Michael did not want to wake you up. You’d had a hard night, and he absolutely wanted to leave you sleeping. So, he did. He picked you up bridal-style once more, and carried you inside. He found your room, and placed you on your bed, covering you in your blanket. As soon as Michael was going to turn around, he heard an all too familiar voice behind him.

“What the fuck happened with my sibling?” Jeremy asked, the tinge of teal gone.

“I didn’t do anything. I actually saved them, unlike you.”

Jeremy’s gaze got even angrier, his face turning bright red. Michael stepped passed Jeremy and walked downstairs into the Heere’s living room. If the two were going to fight, he wanted to do it away from you. You had already been through enough, and he wanted to let you sleep.

Jeremy was close behind, and he was only getting angrier. “You saved them?! Michael, it’s pretty clear that you fucking took advantage of them!”

“What?! No way, dude! Someone dosed their drink!”

“You wanted to get back at me, so you fucking used my sibling!”

“I didn’t! If you actually cared, you would’ve come with us to the hospital!”

“Yeah right! You knew they were drunk, so you whisked them away!!”

“That’s not at all what happened! You were being a prick and I found them in the bathroom!”

“You found them?! Was there anybody else with you?”

“No, why would there be?!”

“I don’t know! Maybe you were looking for a place where there would be nobody around so you could fucking do something! Don’t play stupid with me, Mell. You messed with the wrong twins!”

“I! DIDN’T! DO! ANYTHING!”

“Really? I’m supposed to believe that? Michael, you left the party, they were drunk, and wow, the next morning, you show up carrying them into their room like it’s no fucking big deal!”

“You could’ve come with us, if you actually cared for once.”

“You think I don’t care about (Y/N)?! What kind of dumbass accusation is that?!”

“Well, considering last night you basically tried to grab them out of my grip. Yeah, fun fact Jer, if you would’ve succeeded, you could’ve killed your sibling!”

“I was just trying to keep them safe!”

“Some job you were doing at that, you know, leaving them in the bathroom to fend for themselves!”

“I didn’t know that they were in the bathroom!”

“Yeah? Did you also know that they were crying?”

“You know what? Enough of this! I’m done with you making me feel like shit when you were the one who had sex with my sibling while they were too intoxicated to consent!”

“We didn’t have sex!”

The minute Michael yelled that out, he could hear quick footsteps on the second floor. They were loud, the person not caring how much noise they were making. And there was no way that they were Mr. Heere’s. Michael knew it could only mean one thing: you were awake.

“Nice job, Jer. You woke up your own sibling,” he said, glaring at the boy before walking up the stairs to make sure you were okay.

Jeremy followed, not too far behind, but immediately stopped when he saw Michael comforting you as you threw up last night’s drinks. He held your hair, and softly rubbed your back. As soon as you were done, you slumped down into Michael’s grip, and he just sat with you as you cried.

“Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” Jeremy asked, his eyes becoming soft as he looked at you.

You shook your head slightly before letting out another sob. Michael continued rubbing your back, and looked at Jeremy coldly. “Do you want Jeremy to get you some water?”

“Yeah.”

“Jeremy, you heard your twin. Make yourself useful. For once.”

The two of you sat in the bathroom, and you got bitter flashbacks of the night before. You could remember Michael leading you out of the party, but that was all you could remember. Well that, plus the saltiness of the drug on your lips. You hadn’t tasted it when you consumed the drink, but you could definitely taste it now. You vaguely remembered the hospital, but you had lost hours of memory. What happened in those hours? You had no clue.

“Michael?” you asked, your head against his chest.

“Yeah?”

“What happened last night? At the party?”

Jeremy had gotten your water, but stood just outside the doorway to your guys’ shared bathroom. He wanted to hear what you had to say because he had a feeling that Michael lied to him and used you.

“I took you to the emergency room. You were really out of it before we even left the party, and completely gone by the time we got to the hospital.”

“And that’s all?”

“That’s all.”

“So, when I woke up there this morning, I had been there for hours?”

“Yep. It took them about 5 hours to get you stable. Nothing else happened.”

When Jeremy heard that you had remembered being at the hospital, his heart sunk. Michael had been telling the truth. He really did take you to the hospital, and he really did save your life. And maybe you weren’t just drunk. Maybe someone had dosed your drink. And that person was definitely not Michael. Jeremy carefully stepped into the doorway, holding a large glass of water.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Michael snapped.

As soon as you were asleep and situated back into your own bed, Jeremy decided that now would be a good time to talk to Michael. The two went back downstairs into the living room.

“Dude, I messed up. I’m sorry. Thank you for taking care of my sibling. I had no idea how bad they were hurting.”

“Apology accepted. I guess.”

“I just—I get protective sometimes, you know? I mean, I didn’t want to believe that someone would stoop low enough to drug their drink. And I’ve told them so many times that if they ever go to a party to make sure to not let their drink out of their sight.”

“Are you really victim blaming your own sibling?” Michael asked, his eyes only getting darker.

“What? No! God no! I honestly didn’t think this would ever happen. I just gave them advice to be safe, but apparently even that wasn’t good enough.”

Michael sighed at his friend before looking him in the eyes. Yes, Jeremy did not deserve comfort based on the past 24 hours, but Michael could see the hurt.

“You couldn’t have prevented it,” Michael said after a minute or two. “I mean, I guess it’s a good thing that you called me a loser last night, otherwise I wouldn’t have found (Y/N).”

“That was not cool of my either. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”

“You weren’t thinking.”

Jeremy flinched as if a shock went through him. He just stared at the ground, contemplating his next move. And suddenly, without any warning, Jeremy went down into his basement, not a word leaving his lips.

Michael knew Jeremy wasn’t mad, but he had read somewhere that SQUIPs often made people do weird things. He assumed it was something he could never understand, and decided to check up on you.

When Michael entered your room once more, he just stood in the doorway and watched you sleep. You definitely looked stronger and more like yourself. He stood there and sighed. As much as he wanted to trust Jeremy to take care of you, he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

But Michael also knew that he couldn’t stay. He had so much more research to do, homework, and some errands to run. He hoped that you’d feel better, and that everything would be fine, even though Jeremy was being a major dick.

So, he wrote you a note. It was fast, he had essentially scribbled on a slip of paper, but it was better than leaving you alone with the selfish boy who’d planted himself downstairs and the in basement, with the volume way too loud. He left it on your nightstand, right on top of your phone. That way, you’d see it and had the ability to know he was there for you, even if he couldn’t be there physically.

Michael made his way to your front door, feeling guilty about leaving the Heere household when there was more he could’ve done. He placed his hand on the knob before hearing a small “You’re going?”

The boy never whipped around faster in his life. There you stood, at the top of the stairs, eyes wide and stance weak.

“Uhh, yeah. Unless you need me to do something else?”

“Can you just stay for a little while longer? I know that’s really selfish to ask but—you know what? Never mind. You should get some rest. I know my brother and I aren’t exactly the kindest people. Especially with that stupid…” your aspirin that the nurse had given you had worn off just enough to make your head hurt with each passing thought. Thinking harder felt like what Jeremy described when that stupid thing implanted itself in his brain, “pill floppy disk thingy. I understand. You should go,” you said, turning away.

Michael’s heart sank. He definitely had stuff to get done, but you probably needed him more than a stupid essay for English class.

“Let me run home, change, and then grab some stuff, okay? Do you want anything from 7/11?”

“A snack would be great. And maybe something caffeinated? Literally anything. You could buy me generic brand soda, and I’d be okay with it.”

“On it. I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Get some rest while I’m gone.”

“Okay. Bye Michael,” you said as you walked back into your room to take anther nap.

Luckily, the nausea had passed, and you were able to relax a little bit. And while you knew Michael was coming back, you missed the company as if you’d be fending for yourself for months. It would be nice to have someone there with you besides the other Heere. However, you were willing to be patient. You took Michael’s recommendation and decided to lay down for a little bit, and if sleep happened, then it happened. If not? Who really cared anyways?

Your eyes fluttered open to find a dash of red in your vision. It was close by, but not too close. You blinked a few times, realizing that it was Michael. He sat with his legs crossed, and his back against your bed as he worked on his laptop.

“Hey dude,” you hummed, smiling. You were happy to be in good company again. “What time is it?”

“It’s 2 PM. And I’m happy to see that you got some sleep. I put your stuff right by your bed, but I can whip it up so it’s right next to you, if that makes things easier.”

You nodded, your smile only growing from gratitude. “Thanks, Michael.”

“You’re welcome, (Y/N).”

You sat, eating your snack while checking your phone. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying the other’s presence. Why didn’t you hang out with Michael more? He was a good friend, and always cared for the ones he liked. While he never said anything out loud about it, you could always sense through his actions that he would always be there, no matter what. Like last night, when he helped you, no questions asked. Or like he was doing right now: researching the SQUIP so he could get his friend back. Okay, so the last one was a little selfish, but it’s not like you could stop the SQUIP. You tried last week, and Jeremy ended up ignoring you, just like he was ignoring Michael now.

“Is that new information on the SQUIP?” you asked, eyeing the boy’s computer screen.

“Yeah. Your brother is a real tool right now.”

“Oh, I know,” you rolled your eyes, “He told me the other day that it ‘isn’t cool’ to hang out with your sibling. Then he called me an asshat, who calls someone that, before flipping me off and going into his room.”

“What a prick.”

“I know!”

There was silence in the room again as you began to think. You definitely wanted that thing out of Jeremy’s brain as soon as possible. Pretty soon, he was going to ask you if you wanted one. And then, that would lead to more events like last night. And you definitely couldn’t take any more nights like that.

Ugh, last night. How disgusting and utterly humiliating it was. Why did you even decide to go to that party? Who convinced you? Who in their right mind thought that it was okay to not only hand you a drink, but drug that drink? What were you thinking?

“Whatcha thinking about up there?” Michael asked, glancing at you for a second. You caught the concern in his voice, and quickly remembered that you had somewhat of a breakdown in the bathroom earlier in the day (wow, two for two. It’s been a bad weekend).

“Last night,” you said simply, eyes still a little glazed over.

He got quiet, but a new kind of quiet. The kind where he didn’t know what to say, and it was kind of awkward. He pitied you. He really did. No one deserves the kind of treatment you received by that dick who dosed you last night. No one wants to be drugged against their will.

“Hey, thanks again for saving me by the way.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Michael said, a small smile forming as he looked back at you.

You began to replay the moments you remembered in your head. You frowned when you realized that Michael had pushed aside taking care of himself to take care of you. Barely anyone did that, especially now that your brother was under the influence some weird sci-fi USB drive.

“Hey, do you like, want to take a nap?” You asked Michael, wanting to return some of the favor.

“That sounds amazing.”

“Cool. I’ll make room up here. I’m a little gross, but I promise I don’t bite.”

“What?! Oh…I can uhh…sleep on the couch if you want?”

“Downstairs? No way Mell, you’d be in target of the gremlin that currently lives in the basement.”

“Did you just call your twin a gremlin?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” you giggled.

“Not even in the slightest.”

You shifted over and unfolded the blanket so Michael could join you. The two of you grabbed the blanket and covered yourselves, absolutely loving the warmth it gave off, when you noticed that you were trapped between Michael and the wall. “And this way,” you started, a small smirk on your face, “if I throw up again, you’re a direct hit.”

“Wow thanks! It’s what I always wanted to be: (Y/N) Heere’s designated puke catcher.”

“I know! That’s why I gave you a stellar promotion,” you said, trying to hide your laughter.

As soon as the two of you got comfortable, you both drifted off to sleep. Michael had unconsciously slipped his arm under you, and pulled you in so that your head was resting against his chest. You were half awake at the time, and happily accepted his invite to cuddle. He was warm, and only held you with the lightest touch.

Jeremy came upstairs by 5 PM to check on you, and there you were, asleep with his best friend. And the only thing that crossed Jeremy’s mind was: why in the world is (Y/N) sleeping in that awkward position alone?

#Michael Mell x Reader #Heere!Reader #Michael Mell x Heere!Reader #Be more chill x reader #be more chill #bmc

[mari-vargas]

Hey everyone! So I guess this isn’t a specific story, but it’s one of my “stories”. *Note from midway through typing this: I’m sorry, there in fact are several specific stories I’ve decided to delve into.

This one is about mine and my sister’s eyesight. **Note from further into typing this: I’m soooo sorry! Hopefully I’ll get to my actual original intent…

Let’s start with the fact that I was the last person in my immediate family to need glasses (okay *big shocker*, I know, I’m the youngest, but that’s not what I meant. I meant I was older than my sister had been when she first needed reading glasses). I had perfect vision until 5th grade (and I do mean perfect). Then my eye doctor said something along the lines of “…well, you don’t really need these but you’re borderline” and asked me if I wanted reading glasses.

Guys. I’m a nerd. I’ve always been a nerd, and I loved being a nerd. I’d always wanted the full nerd aesthetic, with the braces and glasses because how else were people going to look at tiny cute blonde me and think “yes that’s a nerd”. I was already halfway there what with having braces starting in first grade. But…see the thing is I had my teeth straightened in 2 phases: 3 years on starting in 1st grade, then they took them off because before they could do more they needed my mouth to grow a lot and I had no clue how long that would be. It was another 3 years and then I had them back on for 3 years to finish the job (and then I lost my retainer, found it lost it again, and by the time I found it again it no longer fit…I’m fixing it again and have just a few months left).

Wow ok tangent. My point is I kinda jumped at the chance to have glasses. My whole family had glasses and all I had were fake ones from Claire’s my mom had gotten me to bribe me into finishing getting my second ear pierced because my cousin was with us and was planning to get her ears pierced within the next year and I needed to set an example or something. So yes I got reading glasses. For all that I read though honestly I don’t think I wore them too much. I didn’t need them. And it kinda bothered me to see the words so much bigger than I was used to. At my next eye appointment, the optometrist once again said “well…you can decide if you need these because you see fine but you’re borderline” this time about what I called “all-the-time glasses”. Well guys I decided yes because it’s help me see even better than I did right? And they did! I remember the first time I put them on. My sister had come to pick me up from school and must have gotten my glasses on her way because the first time I put my glasses on I was in my school parking lot and suddenly I saw all the tiny beautiful details of the trees blowing in the wind that was threatening to lift me up and take me far far away. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I had to wear both the regular glasses and the reading glasses for a few years, switching between them. I’d joke that I was both nearsighted and farsighted. I could never remember which definition was for which because I mean well there was really only maybe a 2-5foot area of space in the middle where I could see perfectly fine without assistance. Eventually though I became decidedly nearsighted. I’m not sure if it happened in middle school (where all my classes were on the computer) or high school (which, regardless, turned my eyesight to crap between the sleep deprivation and the screen time). But ya. If I know I’ll be looking at something up close for an extended period of time (as in more than a minute) I’ll take my glasses off. I had contacts for a while back in high school and during college and my prescription didn’t change at all during that time—or at least not enough that my contact prescription would change even if my glasses would slightly. Ps I had swapped eye doctors a little before I stopped needing reading glasses—because the first guy really shouldn’t have pulled that bullshit. Pretty much everyone is in agreement that he probably started the degradation of my eyesight. Granted, it would’ve happened in high school anyways, but it might not have been as bad to start off with. I changed optometrists again I think after graduating from college because the one before was not using my insurance correctly and was convincing me to get things added to my glasses that I didn’t really need and adding to the out of pocket expense which should have been zero. And apparently they’d been ignoring my slowly degrading vision changes and actually a couple times triggered it to get worse.

I got my first new prescription in maybe 3 years the first time I went to the new optometrist. Right around when I started substitute teaching. I opted to not get contacts this time, deciding it was time to give my eyes a break, especially since I was on the computer a lot, job hunting. Then I started working in the QA/QC lab I’m at now and I was wearing safety glasses over top of my regular glasses. This meant I couldn’t take my glasses off to look at screens and my eye sight then got significantly worse. Probably the hugest jump I’ve ever had. Spoke with my eye doctor about my problem and oh my goodness this is genuinely the best experience I’ve ever had. I got two pairs of glasses, one regular and the other prescription safety glasses upon which I got bifocals that essentially revert the lens to what it’d be like if I removed my glasses entirely. I can say with confidence it’s going much better and my only regret now that we fully vaccinated folks no longer have to wear masks at my work is that my safety glasses don’t have adjustable nose pads and thus slide down without a mask on (the embarrassing truth behind why I’ve been content to keep on wearing a mask everyday even when I only see one or two other people (also vaccinated) for the entirety of my 8-16 hour shift(s)—I still wear them literally everywhere anyways, habit y’know? It’s hard for me to break and even harder when I don’t feel like there’s a need to).

Okay!

For those hoping I’d finally get to my original point: I’m terribly sorry I went down a huge rabbit hole of a tangent. The real story is actually about when my sister and I go to the ocean.

You see my sister’s non-reading glasses prescription is technically 0.00, and the optometrists are always confused about why she needs to wear glasses. That is, until they test her depth perception. She has none. Absolutely no depth perception. I really can’t even imagine. She can see perfectly well, but can’t tell where anything is. (As such I think it’s actually recorded that she’s legally required to be wearing corrective lenses while driving—my sister and her driving is enough fodder for several other story times and I doubt this’ll be the last time it’s mentioned).

Me on the other hand… I can’t see a darn thing. All I see are blurry color blobs that occasionally blend into new colors altogether. But I still have depth perception. I couldn’t possibly tell what a thing is but I can certainly tell you how far away it is and where it is in relation to other blobs. I’m honestly legitimately terrified of the idea of things being two dimensional.

So when we go down to the water line to jump in the waves, we leave our glasses with the rest of the stuff so we don’t lose them to the surf. Which presents a problem for us both. So we both need to have someone with us as, essentially, a guide. But!! We’re perfectly capable of going together without any other person. I’m able to tell her how far we are from something or something is from something else and she’s able to tell me what it is. We make an amusing sight apparently.

#story time #mari’s life #life before mari #life after mari #optometrist #glasses #I might’ve messed up my vision earlier than it would’ve been #depth perception #my sister and I are on opposite ends of most spectrums

[illuminating-dragons]

Dreams and Visions (33/51): Take a Deep Breath

Time Period: Crossover 

Chapter Summary:  Sometimes in times of trouble, you need a hand from a little further away.

Note: This was a request from @willow0angel  :)

Read it on AO3

Victorian

           Watson groaned as his vision cleared. Then he blinked. Blinked again.

           Where in Hell was he?

           He was reclined on some sort of sofa, but the material was utterly unfamiliar. The clutter in the room was ridiculous—piles of unrelated objects on every surface but two chairs by the fire, a violin case propped against the windowsill, a strange box on the mantle.

           It reminded him a lot of Baker Street, but…it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. This place was bizarre—there was an edge to it, a taste in the air that convinced Watson that he was very far from home indeed.

           How had he gotten here?

           Trying to remember, Watson tried to pull himself to a sitting position, but fell back with a wince as pain stabbed into his ribs. He put a hand to his side…and it came away bloody.

           Images were coming through now—the gang of jewel thieves at the dock, the police not responding to their summons…Hopkins getting knocked down, the leader raising a knife…

           He’d dived in front of it. Hopkins was only a boy, his life ahead of him. The knife had sank into his ribs, and the shock had made him stumble backwards. He must have struck his head on the pavement.

           Watson winced. The last thing he’d heard was his husband screaming his name.

           Footsteps came from down the hall, and Watson tensed. A tall, pale man clothed in a strange robe walked in and did a double-take. “Who are you?”

           “Forgive me,” Watson said automatically. “I did not intend to be here.” Then it hit him. “Sherlock?”

           The man’s eyes narrowed. “You…you must be John. Watson.”

           “I am. I would get up, but I am somewhat indisposed.” Watson gestured to his side.

           The other man—Sherlock—rushed over. “John’s not here,” he said—rather strange, why did that matter? “He’s visiting Harry.”

           Watson winced. “Why on earth would he subject himself to that man?”

           “Harry’s a woman, actually. Harriet.” Sherlock pushed Watson’s hands away from the wound, examined it himself. “Knife. Nasty cut.”

           “Didn’t Harry steal his first love?”

           “Yes.”

           “How…ah.” Watson’s brow furrowed. “Women are like this openly too?”

           “They’re called lesbians.”

           Watson chuckled, then winced. “How poetic,” he managed.

           Sherlock’s lips quirked. “That’s terrible.”

           “You’ve heard of Sappho[1]? You’re one up on my Holmes.”

           Sherlock didn’t answer, concentrating instead on the wound.

           “How bad is it?” Watson asked. He could, of course, look himself, but he wanted this Sherlock, like his own, to tell him. Lie to him.

           He never could stand his own injuries. The old fear came back, the one that had grown in the war—that a wounded doctor was worthless.

           “Pretty direct hit to your lung,” Sherlock said. He got up and whirled around again, robe twisting behind him. Long fingers grasped instruments. Watson recognized a few.

           “Why am I here?”

           Sherlock knelt beside him again. “Lie still.” He filled a needle and injected it just below the wound. An icy coolness began to spread up his side. “I don’t know. You spoke to John that night, not me. Shouldn’t you be with him?”

           Watson shrugged. His vision was blurring again, but he saw the glint of gold on Sherlock’s hand, remembered the night in the park a few months back. “How long have you been married now?”

           “Seven months.” Sherlock’s touch was more gentle now, at least what Watson could still feel under the numbing drug. “You said you were married as well? How on earth did you manage that?”

           “Mycroft,” Watson said. His tongue felt too large for his mouth. “He took us to international waters.” He pulled on the chain around his neck. “Here.”

            Sherlock inspected the wedding ring. “Very clean.”

            “Of course,” Watson said. His vision was definitely blurring now. “Have to. S’all I can do for him. How I can show him I love him. It doesn’t always…doesn’t always seem like he knows.”  

           Sherlock took his hand, bright eyes worried. “He knows. He just doesn’t understand why.”

           That was the most foolish thing Watson had ever heard. “It’s him,” he explained. “Of course I love him.”  

           The bright eyes sparkled even more, and Sherlock let go of his hand again and bent over the wound. Watson felt strangely like he was floating, like the couch was melting away under him. He closed his eyes.

           “That should help,” Sherlock’s voice came from a distance. “It’s not completely fixed, but there shouldn’t be any infection.”

           “Thank you,” Watson managed.

           “Thank you.”

           When Watson’s eyes opened again Holmes was there, holding him against his chest, babbling frantically. When their eyes met, Holmes bellowed “HOPKINS! WHERE’S THAT DAMN CARRIAGE?!”

           “Coming, sir!” Hopkins’ voice was floaty too, and Watson wanted to close his eyes again.

           “No! Watson…John, stay with me! Can you hear me!”

           “Of course,” Watson slurred. “You’re yelling right in m’ear.”

           Holmes’ voice softened. “You’ll be alright,” he promised. “It’s not pleasant, but you’ll be on your feet soon—” His voice cut off with a gasp.

           “What?” Watson asked. For the first time, he risked looking down at his wound. His eyes widened.

           The wound looked a few days old. Healing, a slender row of stiches at the edges.

           “How?” Holmes’ face was indescribable.

           Watson took his hand, not caring who saw. “You helped me, dear. One of the many reasons I love you—you have the skill to heal a doctor.”

           Holmes pressed a quick, desperate kiss to the top of his head. “But how?”

           “I’ll tell you later,” Watson replied, the darkness gathering again. “I need to sleep.”

           “Rest now,” Holmes soothed. “I have you.”

           “Always,” Watson promised, and for the last time that day, sank into sleep.

           This time it was dreamless until he woke in Holmes’ room at Baker Street to bandaged ribs, a sleep-deprived husband and a saint of a landlady who could provide a spectacular breakfast at a moment’s notice.

BBC

           John had lost track of time ages ago.

           Alone in the darkness for at least two days now, two days of relentless interrogation before that…he was going to miss Kitty’s first day of school. Strange, that…his daughter was a grown woman, going to early childhood education school, it didn’t matter. But he still wanted to be there, rather than this dark, pain-filled room where the only sound was a leaky faucet…

           He closed his eyes, even though that made no difference, and went to sleep.

           When he woke he screwed his eyes shut again immediately—bright sunlight was pouring in from somewhere nearby. Where was he now?

           Had Sherlock found him?

           The thought forced his eyes open. John stared around in complete shock, because clearly something had gone wrong.

           The room was clearly well-loved, well-used…people lived here.

           Why the hell, then, was it utterly Victorian?

           John heard a gasp and turned to see a tall, thin man sitting in the chair across the room. “So it’s happened again.”

           John remembered now; Sherlock calling him in an utter panic at Harry’s, saying that he’d just stitched up a dream. “He’s alright then?” he asked.

           “Indeed.” Holmes—it must be Holmes, no one could look that much like Sherlock—looked deeply concerned. “Are you injured?”

           “No,” John said. It wasn’t quite a lie. The group that had taken him was brutal but physical violence wasn’t exactly their modus operandi.

           One of them, on the other hand, had lost his temper. He’d taken it out on John’s legs.

           Holmes got up and approached carefully. “Are you certain?”

           “Couple of bruises,” John admitted. His eyes were too much like Sherlock’s, that was the trouble. “I’ve been kidnapped; not sure who by.”

           “How long?”

           “Not sure. At least three days.”

           “What can I do?”

           Ah, that was Sherlock all over. Simple, direct…and enough love in his voice to break your heart. “I dunno. Unless you can somehow tell me how to get out. Trouble is it’s pitch black there, and I was unconscious when they put me in.”

           “I don’t believe I can help with that,” Holmes replied. His hands fidgeted. “How are you holding up mentally?”

           “Honestly? I’m not sure.”

           “Maybe that’s why you’re here,” Holmes mused.

           “What do you mean?”

           For answer, Holmes came closer. Gently, he lifted John into a sitting position, just long enough to settle himself in. John leaned against the other man, sighing in relief. It had only been a few days, but he hadn’t realized how big a difference human contact would make.

           “You can stay here,” Holmes answered, deep voice rumbling against John’s ear. “It’s bright here, and quiet if you need it, or I can talk if you like.”

           “I don’t think I can…really process talk,” John admitted, surprised by how tired he suddenly felt. “Just…this is nice.”

           Holmes took his hand. “Your husband took care of mine,” he said softly. “I am happy to return the favour.”

           He didn’t speak again, and John, exhausted, was willing to close his eyes again, and just breathe in air that wasn’t dank and musty and awful.

           From a distance, he heard the sound of footsteps…heard shouting…was that someone calling his name? John opened his eyes and looked up. “I think they found me?”

           Holmes’ face was blurry. “I believe so. Give my regards to your husband.”

           “And mine to yours,” John answered, before he was pulled back into the dark, dank room with the leaky faucet. But he was resting in Sherlock’s shaking arms, and Kitty was sobbing “Dad, Dad, Dad!” over and over again. Perhaps it wasn’t such a terrible place after all.

[1] This is a terrible joke based on the fact that the word lesbian is a reference to Sappho, a lesbian poet from Lesbos (and others like her).

#sherlock fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfiction #johnlock #sherlock AU #crossover with original canon #acme146 fanfiction #dreams and visions #sleeping on it 'verse #crosspost from ao3