#probably not what u had in mind hut we laughed

[mushtoons]

so if the plot still happens but with ice king there....

ice king in winter kings world

SSJDJDJDJDJE LMAOO

#probably not what u had in mind hut we laughed #HEHEHEHHEHE #this was fun ngl #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #winter king #candy queen #simon petrikov #ice king #mycel doodles #make room for ice king au

[tickle-bugs]

hello! if you’re still writing for the mandalorian, could u do lee!din and ler!cara with the dialogue “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!” and “was that a snort?” (if u don’t want to use both dialogues that’s perfectly fine, u can choose whichever u prefer 🙃)

If Only For a Moment

anon: for the writing requests, if ur still into the mandalorian, if u don’t mind could u do lee!din and ler!cara with the dialogue “wow. you are super ticklish.” please?

Cara’s actor can eat my boot and choke she’s a terrible person BUT I am soft for the friendship these two could’ve had and thus I am taking full custody of Cara. Enjoy!! My first mando fic somehow. AU where they stay on Sorgan for a while/come back to Sorgan to rest.

“Hey.” Cara drops heavily onto the bench beside Din. He makes a soft noise to acknowledge her but doesn’t turn. 

Sorgan had set a sort of peace into his bones that he wasn’t sure how to handle. He’s afraid of handling it, truly. Peace isn’t a luxury because you have to earn it--it’s a luxury because it makes you slow. It makes you take survival for granted. You earn peace when you no longer need to survive. 

But sitting here on this ridge, overlooking a village finally at peace…it clashes against everything he knows to be true. Their huts are still smoldering in places. The villagers have built barricades around some of the deeper gouges in the earth and done their best to fill them with water. Some of the children have already found their way into the shallower pits to play with the mud and frogs. Din can hear their laughter from up here, wavelengths dancing across the right side of his visor display. 

“You gonna sit out here all day?” Cara’s eyes rest heavy on the side of his face. 

“Just keeping an eye on things.” His gaze dips towards the treeline. It’s clear. The only heat signatures there are creatures returning to their natural home. Everything is fine. It has been. But he knows that never lasts. 

“You’ve been keeping an eye on things for a few days. You’ve earned a break.” She claps him on the shoulder once, brief and firm. 

A loud shriek startles them and they both tense with the instinct to rise, but they both know the voices of the village children by now. A pack of them chase each other around a few specific huts--their homes, probably--making blaster noises and shouts that carry on the wind. They watch the grimness of war become a thing of innocence in their hands. 

“Were you ever like that?” Cara points. 

“Like what?” He follows her finger, then squints back at her. “A child?”

She chuckles at him, but her smile stays earnest. 

“Yeah. Did you ever get to be a child?” She tilts her head a bit. Din’s breath catches. They’d talked about personal matters before, but never like this. Their routine was showing their hand, constantly reassuring each other that their mutual interest in saving the galaxy was still mutual. It was always a transaction, never…interest. Is she baiting him in some way? Possibly trying to leech some sort of future blackmail material? Cara lacks that kind of tact from what he can tell, but one can never be too careful. Which opens up more questions still, each unfolding upon and into each other in endless fractals. One question in particular peers up at him beneath the layers, utterly unsettling. 

Why do you care?

“Everyone’s a child at some point. That’s the order of things.” He drops his gaze to the ground. Thinking too much will cost him. He knows that. 

“Now we both know that’s not true, Mando.” She shifts her weight on the bench and it brings them closer together. Something solemn rests its hands on both of their shoulders, seeping into the collective lifetimes of scars and battered muscle between them. He knows that he’s feeding it, this thing, and it turns his gut with unease. 

“Din,” he says quickly, before he can stop himself. He can hear Cara’s confusion without needing to see it. 

“My name. It’s Din.”

“It suits you.” She bumps their shoulders together. He looks at her and allows a smile. 

Another shriek, shriller this time, sends them both jumping to their feet. One of the village boys had been pounced on by the other children, sending a knot of screeching limbs rolling down the hillside. Panic leaps into Din’s throat. He starts making his way towards the edge of the ridge. 

“Din, it’s okay . It’s just--they’re playing. It’s fine.” Cara grabs his shoulder. He lets her lead him back to the bench but his eyes never leave the children. A young boy collapses under the weight of his friends and shouts, piercing through the air. Din flinches. Laughter bursts up from their chaotic little pile but the shrillness still raises his hackles. 

“They’re tickling each other, I think. Explains the screaming. Not sure how much more of that I can take, though.” Cara chuckles and looks to Din as if he’d be in on whatever she’s saying. He stares blankly at her. 

She extends her hands to him, as if asking for something. He doesn’t do what she wants, mostly because he can’t for the life of him grasp what she wants. She takes his wrists and pulls his hands towards her. She peels off his gloves, minding the beskar as if it were glass, and cradles his hands in her own for a moment. Looking up at him apprehensively, she trails her calloused fingertips over his palms, his fingers, even down to his pulse point on his wrist. It’s…soothing in a way, but he senses from the wrinkle between her brow that he’s not doing this right, somehow. 

“I…don’t have much feeling in my hands anymore.” He furrows his brow. Cara makes a pitying noise that he decidedly doesn’t like. He resists the urge to immediately pull his gloves back on. Obviously he didn’t respond the way she wanted. 

“Shame.” She shrugs. That solemn thing between them starts to turn the shade of melancholy. They have enough of that between them, Din thinks. He stares down at the rough canvas of his hands, then hers. 

“What is it supposed to feel like?” He mimics what she did, tracing his fingers over his own palms. It’s different in a way he can’t quite categorize. Cara blinks with something like disbelief and awe--he really wishes people would stop looking at him that way. 

“Alright, well. Don’t kill me, okay?” A hint of an impish smile creeps onto her face. She scoots slightly closer on the bench. 

“Why would I--” 

Din chokes on a high-pitched noise not unlike the ones ringing down from the hillside. Cara’s fingers gently ripple into the divots between the plates of beskar, finding seams of muscle in his sides that make his brain collapse into a heap of sparks. 

“What…is this?” He trembles but doesn’t move, just tries to process the sheer volume of stimuli racing through him all at once. Snickers escape without his permission and he hunches over to try and keep his every atom from spilling out into her hands. 

“Wow. You are super ticklish.” Cara laughs. Her fingers keep a rhythmic pace. 

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” Something concerned crosses her face before she can hide it from him. He wants to tell her it’s okay, or reassure her somehow that this is…a lot but okay--at least for now--but all he can do is rattle in place as if he’s about to launch into orbit. 

Her fingers migrate towards his stomach and his resolve cracks along with his voice. He giggles fervently past bitten lips and collapses into her hands. It’s not lightning, he knows lightning well, but this feeling moves like it. His body seems eager to disseminate it and lessen the impact, but unlike lightning, the electric bursts under his skin have no means of escape. Her hands are on his stomach but he feels the laughter in his veins. 

“C-Cara!” He grabs her wrists for something to hold onto. She swoops her fingers under his arms, tripping up his ribs like a ladder. He flails and nearly takes both of them off the bench. It’s worse, so much worse, and he fights the building urge to flee or mitigate the feeling somehow. It’s not harming him. It doesn’t remotely feel like it. He…trusts her. 

Until she gets under his arms and he cackles, that is. 

“Oh wow. Bad spot, huh?” She giggles with him, a sound he could never truly picture her making. Then again, he could never picture an existence like hers before this either. Certainly never like this. But here he was, soft where he swore he’d never be, melting in the hands of a shocktrooper no longer covered in blood. 

Cara does this thing with her fingers, like she’s fiddling with a stuck button for landing gear, and Din snorts. His entire body buckles and he clasps his hands over his helmet. As if it’ll help muffle him. 

“Did you just snort?” She presses in again and his head collides with her shoulder. He wheezes and it crackles into the air. More snorts filter out of him and his laughter bounces unexpectedly, responding to Cara’s hands like a fine-tuned weapon in the hands of a master. 

“Your ‘tough and mysterious’ act is going to work on me anymore. Just so you’re aware. I respect you, but this…your laugh is so cute, it’s sickening. I mean--” She pauses when Din flails again, sending her grabbing onto his thigh just to keep them both upright. He squeals and his leg twitches violently. She makes a noise of interest that makes his face burn beneath the helmet. 

“Can you stop laughing? I’m tryin’ to talk to you. Rude.” She squeezes his thigh again but this time she doesn’t stop. Din squeals again, much louder, and he collapses into the bench. A wave of desperate, garbled noises escape him before his laughter takes full flight. He shakes with the force of it. 

“I-I’m trying!” He wails. She helps him sit up with a laugh somehow more tickled than his.  

“Oh my god--Din, I’m kidding. It’s okay.” She grips his shoulders and shakes him a little. He nods a little dumbly, trying to remember what it felt like to have control of his limbs. 

“You still with us in there?” She taps his helmet. He swats her hand away.

“I think so. That was…something.” He nods. He finds that his smile won’t leave. It’s…nice. Cara pats his shoulder. He leans into it. 

“It’s not always so much. Sometimes it’s nice.” Cara hums thoughtfully, then gestures to her neck. “Can I show you? Here?” 

He regards her for a while, then nods. 

“Gently. Careful.” He warns, holding her wrists loosely. 

“I’m always careful,” Cara smirks. It would be terrifying if he didn’t already trust her so deeply. She tips his helmet up slowly, slowly, so much so that he almost wants to chide her for treating him so fragile. The low hums of the internal fan click and lose speed as warm air curls against the underside of his chin. His breath hitches when she lifts the helmet a little more, but it sinks lower again as she balances it against her knuckles. With her free hand, she curls her fingers beneath his chin with the lightest of touches. 

He dissolves into giggles easier than breathing, which does not come easy with Cara’s blunt fingernails dance against the scruff on the slope of his neck. Even as he scrunches to trap her fingers, the hand holding his helmet slightly aloft works to bolster the flow of breathy, muffled laughter seeping from the gap in the helmet. 

The sounds of war seem far away with the dragonflies fluttering in his chest. For the first time, Din allows it to remain that way.

@parkersaysthings tagging u bc you asked! hope u enjoy! <3

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #ticklish!mando #the mandalorian #din djarin #ticklish!din #cara dune #I know cara can’t see din’s face but I hc as super emotive behind the helmet bc it’s comfortable that way. she’s learned to read him #also. din is autistic to me <3 my beloved <3

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Our star

Newt tmr x reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff and oh, fluff

Promt: (ok I am really really bad at descriptions so pls don’t kill me) when you can’t sleep you leave your hut to go get some hair, and you find newt :)

Word count: 1398

Ok so I made this as like a practice story, please give me feed back! It’s much appreciated! This is my first fic so please no hate! I switch between a lot of point of views, tell me which one you prefer! Hope y’all enjoy! (Also didn’t rly proof read :|)

Not my gif! Credit to whoever made it! <3

You had been awake for what seemed like a millennium. After the new greenie had arrived, the gladers threw a bond fire, in which you and almost everyone else got drunk or tipsy at the least. You thought that you would doze off quickly but it never happened. You sighed climbing out of your hammock. It was pretty cold now that you didn’t have the comfort of your blanket. You grabbed your jacket and headed out of the hut. It was quiet, peaceful, when you were a greenie you would wake up early just to have some quiet time and watch the sunrise from the top of the tower. You weren’t sure what time it was but you decided to climb up to your tower spot because it always seemed to sooth you. You still weren’t sure why you couldn’t sleep, your heart just kept racing and you mind was having a concert featuring wannabe by the spice girls. As you got closer and closer to the top you heard a hushed humming sound coming from the top. The tune was familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on the exact song. The closer you got the clearer the humming sound became, eventually you realized it was newt. Your best friend since the day you arrived at the glade. Newt had been there for you, he had been there for everyone. He was that person, he was your person. You stopped your climb thinking about if u were going to be disturbing him. You came to the conclusion that talking to newt might actually help with your sleeping, so you continued the climb.

You reached the top and Newt's eyes darted to you quickly, he smiled at the sight. Newt had always loved you, as a friend of course. He always wanted to be near you and to keep you safe. When you were a greenie you had the “crazy” idea of wanting to be a runner, but Newt couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go into the horrid maze.

“Hello love, what are you doing up” he asked smiling

“I couldn’t sleep” you responded standing up to come sit next to him

“Nor could I, a lot of stress with the new greenie and all”

“He seems nice”

“Yes, he’s a spontaneous one though”

You giggled, you always loved his accent, it was like music to your ears.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He asked facing you, looking at you with loving eyes

“Well I am not quite sure, to be completely honest”

“Something on your mind? You can tell me” he said encouragingly

“No no, I am glad your here tho, your very chill”

“Chill huh?” He said grinning and raising an eyebrow

“Yup” you said nodding your head

“Well I hope I am fun too”

“Oh yes, the most fun ever”

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company. You didn’t know how but somehow newts arm had been around you, pulling you in close, as you rested your head on his shoulder, looking at the gorgeous night sky. Whilst looking at all the stars you quickly found your favorite constellation, the northern crown (Corona Borealis).

“That’s my favorite constellation” you said pointing your finger towards a group of stars in the sky

“It’s very nice” newt nodded

“It’s called the Corona Borealis, or the northern crown. I really like the story behind it, it’s so sweet.”

“Tell me” he said simply

“Oh well I am not sure how accurate this is going to be but basically…..” (because it was not my story I didn’t put it in do to Plagiarism and stuff)

You told newt the story, he kept his eyes on you the whole time admiring your love for the stars. Once you finished you sighed. “It’s a love story, and I love love stories” u said

Newt laughed “me too”

You looked at each other his eyes flickered to you lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. It was silent until he spoke

“It’s getting late love you should go to sleep” he said looking away

“Uh ya your probably right” you stood up, feeling cold again because newts arm was no longer pulling you toward him, then suddenly you felt a hand grab your wrist, looking back you saw newt looking at you with the sweetest eyes

NEWTS POV

The second she stood up to go it felt wrong, I could let her go, not again. We were alone and now was the right time to tell her! But what if she doesn’t feel the same way? I will have messed up our whole bloody relationship. Ya know what, fuck it, I have been in love with Y/N since she stepped out of the box. I saw the scared look in her eyes and from then on I vowed to protect her, even if that meant that she would hate me for a few days every once in a while. Suddenly a jolt of electricity and confidence ran through my body, my hard was suddenly on Y/Ns wrist, well no turning back now. She looked back at me, her face was surprised and confused. I stood up, grabbing her other hand “Y/N there is something I need to tell you” I said, I had to do it quick because I could already feel the confidence leaving me. “Ok shoot, blondie” she said smiling. Fuck. “Well um” come on, you can do this! “Ever since I saw you scared in that box, when I came down to greet you and you flinched away, I didn’t know it then but I broke my heart seeing you in that state, scared, alone, scared of me. When you finally spoke to me your voice was like music to my ears and I vowed to protect you and love you” I paused looking for some reaction in her face, it was frozen at first but then she smiled and said “And that’s exactly what you have done, and I thank you for that” then she kissed my cheek “don’t worry about me blondie” she said removing her hands from mine

YOUR POV

He was truly the sweetest boy in the world, hearing him say all those things gave me butterflies. All I wanted to do was hug him and never let go, but I resorted to kissing him on the cheek. I began walking away thinking he was done with his sweet speech when suddenly he pulled me back to him. But this time he didn’t stop me a few feet away, this time my lips crashed into his. Surprised at first my lips stayed still, but slowly my lips moved into a rhythm with his. They seemed to move as if they were meant to be in the state they were now. I broke the kiss when suddenly the thought hit me, I was the only girl in the glade, Alby had rules, no one could touch me.“Wait newt, we should think about this-“ I started before being cut off, “You don’t like me do you?” He said looking down, “What?! No! I-l, of course I like you, hell I probably love you newt!” His face lit up at my words “Great, then I think we have done enough thinking” he said before again pulling me back into a passionate and needy kiss, it was warm and gentle. We only broke apart to breath our foreheads still touching. “I think we are the lucky ones” he said smiling. He remembers, once when I was feeling down I had told him that we are the least luckiest people in the world, I had told him it was a world I didn’t want to be in. But he told me that soon we would be the lucky ones and we would get out of here. “The stars aligned, and in all of this crazy-ness somehow you and me are here together, and I am never letting you go,” he said, kissing me again, this time completely wiping my brain of all thoughts. Maybe he was right, maybe we are the lucky ones this time

“Every now and then the stars a-line

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Finally, you and me, are the lucky ones this time”

-lucky ones by Lana del ray

#newt tmr #newtie #the maze runner #newt x reader #newt tmr x reader

[missmorosis]

I choose you...

@skylightlantern asked: 

 so i just reading some angst fic and this prompt( not sure what to called it) just come to me anyway the prompt(?) is like " I'm heartbroken not heartless", like maybe the reader still help Zuko (ps. I like Zuko by the way) after he hurt her by maybe choosing Mai over her ? is this make sense... if not just ignore it. I might write it...but im not so sure since i already have some unfinished story that i kinda abandoned 

anonymous asked:

Could you write anything for an Azula x reader or Toph x reader? Like maybe cute angst that ends with fluffy? Like hurt comfort??? Also reader is fem or gender neutral?! It’s okay if not tho!!!

hii!! i hope you don’t mind, but i’m combining these two requests!! the idea I had for the Zuko angst and the Azula request was pretty similar, and i didn’t want to be too repetitive! - also ive never written for azula before so 😳

also!! i’m unable to tag you, so i hope your ask notifies you hehe!

i’m sO BAD AT ANGST IM SO SORRY BUT THANK GOODNESS FOR FLUFFY ENDINGS <33

THIS LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER AND FOR THAT IM SORRY ✋😭

Pairing: Zuko x Reader, Azula x Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: Blood, angst hehe

Summary: Y/N's left heartbroken, but she has no choice but to help the one who broke her heart.

Y/N stood between Zuko and Mai, time seeming to slow as she waited for Zuko to give her a response to her crucial question: her or Mai?

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Zuko’s fingers brushed against Mai’s, who had a small smile of relief on her face. “I... choose Mai.”

“Zuko...” Her voice was hushed down to barely above a whisper. The wind felt colder against Y/N’s face. She bit her lip to try and stop the tears pricking her eyes.

“Y/N-” He tried to grab her arm, but she shook him off. She let out a sob and ran away. “Y/N!” he called after her again, but she ignored him. Instead, she ran, as far away as she could, trying to gather her thoughts.

She woke up the next morning, not knowing where she was. Trees surrounded her, and her face was puffy from all of the crying. She sighed, and picked herself up. Trying to listen for any sign of any of her friends, she creeped along the bushes.

“Help!” someone called out, and Y/N leaped into action. Running as fast as she could towards the cry for help, she sighed with relief when she stumbled into the clearing from the previous night. However, she quickly deflated when she realized it was Zuko. Wait, were those- the Avatar's friends?

“Let him go,” she yelled. The "gaang" was trying to surround Zuko. There were two of them, the two water tribe siblings. They turned at the sound of her command.

"Who do you think you are?" the boy asked, with a tone of annoyance. Y/N ignored him.

“Two on two, Zuko. We can take them... probably.” Y/N rushed past them, jumping to Zuko's side.

"No, you can't. Don't even think about attacking," the girl threatened.

“Why... why are you helping me?” Zuko asked, ignoring what the girl said. He wasn't looking at her, but instead focused on the opponents in front of him. She sighed.

“I’m heartbroken, not heartless.” She stood at a fighting stance, back to back with him. She unsheathed her sword, and got ready to fight.

Sword against sword, back against back, fire against water. They were pretty evenly matched, but thankfully, Y/N was skilled with a sword, and Zuko had been practicing his firebending.

Moments later, Zuko gave some sort of triumphant sound. The water tribe boy recoiled in pain; Zuko had burned him. His sister screamed, immediately getting him out of the dangerous situation and rushing to heal it with her waterbending.

Y/N was ready to celebrate when- she winced; there was a sudden pain in her side. She clutched her torso with an arm, and she cursed when she felt something warm and sticky. She pulled her hand back and looked at it. Blood. 

The sight of it made her head spin and her knees weak. She gasped as she fell to the floor, and Zuko rushed to catch her.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I-” His voice broke. “Hang- hang in there. I’m going to get you back to camp, alright?” He carried her up, bridal style, and ran as fast as humanly possible.

“Yeah- yeah, okay.” Everything seemed to spin, and was starting to blur. She blinked hard, trying to get rid it, but it wouldn’t go away.

Blink. The trees all merged into one green blob.

Blink. Zuko's racing heartbeat was calming... Y/N felt herself falling asleep...

What felt like seconds later, Y/N found herself awake in... some sort of hut. Azula's tent...

"Oh, you're awake." Azula's voice rang through her head. "I... wouldn't try to get up if I were you." She was right, everything hurt, and getting up was the last thing she wanted to do.

“You know, I’m sorry for what my brother did to you," Azula started. Y/N froze. "You didn’t deserve that... For what it's worth, I would've chosen you.”

“He told you?" Y/N mumbled, and Azula nodded, so she changed the subject, trying to avoid awkwardness. "I didn’t know you were physically able to apologize,” Y/N joked, and Azula playfully rolled her eyes in response.

“I’m just... glad you’re okay.” Her voice trailed off, and Azula turned to face away from her, not daring to make eye contact.

"What's this? Affection from Azula... how charming." Y/N laughed.

"Shut up," Azula scoffed. "You almost died, okay?"

"Whatever, Azula," Y/N said, through her smile.

PFFT THAT MAY JUST BE THE WORST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN IM SO SORRY-

once again, sorry for the wait!!

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[arcanadreams]

I’m back at it again with the self-indulgent Arcana headcanons!! This time it’s more than just Julian though, haha. I fucked my ankle up today by accidentally backing up into a hole my dogs had dug in the backyard...so I got to thinking about Julian fussing over me, and the idea only got bigger and bigger! So here are some headcanons for how the main 5 (I refuse to write for Lucio) would take care of an apprentice who sprained their ankle!

Asra:

He probably knows at least one good healing spell that’ll make for a quick fix of a sprain, since they’re not as severe as broken bones

Still, he is quick to drape one of your arms over his shoulder so he can help take the pressure off it and lead you to a comfortable place to sit down.

Once there, he holds your ankle and lower leg very delicately, being careful not to cause you any unnecessary pain to the area as he inspects it.

“It’s a good thing you love trouble, since it always seems to find you...” He tuts, but there’s a fond smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head.

He moves both hands to cradle your wounded ankle and closes his eyes. As he focuses his energy, you feel the soreness there begin to fade. Soon, you feel no more ache at all.

“Any better?” He asks. You smile and nod, thanking him. You move your ankle around in circles, sighing in relief when the pain doesn’t return.

“Good.” Asra returns your happy expression, moving his hands up and down your leg. One comes to rest at your shin, the other holding your heel as he gazes up at you. Your eyes meet, and with a gentle smirk he presses a trail of kisses up from your ankle to your knee.

Cue you blushing and him laughing

Nadia:

Is very calm about the whole thing, but definitely shows her concern in her initial shocked and worried expression when you stumble and there’s an audible crack.

“Oh my! Are you alright?” Not really, no. 

“I see. Well,” she hoists you up effortlessly in her arms, holding you bridal style. “I suppose we should pay Julian a visit then, hm?” 

You feel pretty bad, You just wanted a nice walk in the hedge maze with your countess to take her mind off things, and here you were spraining your ankle! 

“I must admit, I do rather like this,” there is a light dusting of red on Nadia’s cheeks when you turn to her. “Carrying you like this is an unexpected treat.”

Your face flushes red to match hers. “For you and me both,” you grin at her, watching as she laughs.

“Ah, here we are,” she states as the two of you reach the palace fountain. She sets you down on the edge of it. “The water should be cool. Rest your ankle in there, dearest, and I shall return with Julian in a moment.” 

You do as she says, and she smiles at you. She leans down, giving you a brief kiss on the forehead before leaving to get the doctor. Sighing wistfully, you look down into the water only to see she left a lipstick stain. Whether you leave it there or not is up to you.~

Julian:

Merely hears you wince and is instantly at your side with near impossible speed. When he realizes what happened, he picks you up immediately.

You are NO LONGER ALLOWED to use that leg. Nu uh. Not on his watch. He is the doctor here, and he says no!

“Love, your clinic is right next door, there’s no need to carry me.” “What? There is every need to carry you! You’re hurt!”

He frets over you a lot. He feels bad whenever he has to poke and prod at your ankle to see how bad it is. His heart hurts whenever you stifle a pained noise during his examination.His diagnosis?

“Nothing broken! Just a bad sprain.” He gives you a dashing smile, the both of you quite relieved. However...

“No more walking for Y/N! I prescribe you at least three days’ worth of escorted movement.” “Is ‘escorted movement’ doctor slang for being carried around by my boyfriend?” “...Maybe.”

He is very true to his word. For the next three days, he carries you everywhere. And brings you everything you need. You! Are! Not! Allowed! To! Put! Pressure! On! That! Ankle!

After three days and many a hot and cold cloth, Julian lets you try walking again. (If you so much as wobble he’s adding another three days to your ‘treatment.’)

Portia:

Not anywhere near as dramatic as her brother. She does, however, make a D: face when you fall while helping her tend to the animal sanctuary.

“Y/N!! Are you okay?” “Yeah! Just-” You try to stand and reassure her, but your wince on the way up gives you away. She puts her hands on her hips as she assesses you.

“I look away for two minutes...” She shakes her head and laughs. “Let’s go see Julian.” She reaches out a hand to pull you up. 

“You’ll need something extra to help you stay upright,” she rubs her chin in thought for a moment, clapping her hands together when she gets an idea. “Ah! Perfect!”

She leaves for a moment, returning with a walking stick. She holds it out to you.

“Portia, I’ll be fine-” “Don’t be an Ilya!” She scolds you, and you take the stick with a laugh. She gives you a pleased look and surges forward to kiss your cheek. 

She pulls away, but you want more and lean forward, chasing another kiss. She giggles and obliges, this time connecting your lips. After a moment, the two of you part.

“There you go. Now, let’s go see him so he can patch you up. It doesn’t look too bad. I’m sure you’ll be back to normal in no time! We can have a dance party to celebrate!” Her optimism makes you smile as you both begin the trek from the outskirts of town to Julian’s clinic.

Muriel:

He’s a worry wart, plain and simple. He sees you slip on a rock and worries immediately. 

He’s at your side quickly, taking a gentle hold of your leg and looking at your ankle intently. He doesn’t say a word as he looks your injury over, merely letting out an occasional grunt that you aren’t sure is a good or bad sign.

“So, uh...that bad, huh?” You ask after a moment of silence. He sighs, then shakes his head. “Just a sprain. You should be fine. But...” A blush rises to his cheeks. 

You begin to wonder what has him so bothered when he lifts you up off the ground, holding you close to his chest. “You shouldn’t walk on it for a while.” “U-understood,” you nod as he begins to walk back towards his hut.

There is a comfortable silence between the two of you as he goes. In fact, you get quite close to dozing off. But then, right as you were on the precipice of sleep...

“Don’t...don’t do that again.” Muriel’s voice is quiet, so quiet. Barely there, even. “Do what again?” You yawn. “...Go off the path like that.” 

He was right, if you hadn’t strayed from the path to get a closer look at that cool bird, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“I won’t, I promise. Sorry for worrying you, Muriel.” You can feel the heat on his cheeks as he lets out an acknowledging hum, and soon sleep carries you off to the rhythm of his footfalls.

#THESE TURNED OUT CUTE IM HAPPY #my writing #posts #the arcana #the arcana x reader #arcana headcanons #arcana imagine #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #muriel #julian #asra #portia #nadia

[free-pancakes]

A Fire in the Shadows

LeviHan - Avatar the Last Airbender AU

Characters: Levi, Hange, Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, Kenny, Zeke, Sasha, Jean

Summary: Levi, the nephew of a fire nation captain, stumbles upon a ragtag group of 5 known as the Scouts, formidably known for foiling the plans of local fire nation control, living in the forests a few miles north of Ba Sing Se. 

Chapter 2: Trust Chapter 1: The Scouts

(crossposted to ao3) this is definitely a set-up kind of chapter, so i’m sorry if it’s a bit boring! i had a lot of fun writing the scenes tho, especially the first one. hope u like it!

CHAPTER 2: TRUST

“No, I won’t!” Levi cried out. He woke up suddenly, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Nightmares have plagued Levi nearly every night since he officially became a soldier, but he rarely remembered the details of his dreams. He would simply jolt awake, beads of sweat forming on his brow—like tiny droplets of fear and regret lingering on his skin.

“Hey Levi, are you okay? Did you have another bad dream?” Hange squinted at him from the other corner of the small room. His startled yell must have woken her up, he thought. She was clearly half-asleep, eyes ridden with exhaustion, hints of drool hugging the corner of her mouth, glasses balanced crookedly on the tip of her nose.

“It’s okay, Hange. Go back to sleep,” Levi said quietly.

“Alrighty,” Hange yawned. She laid back down next to Moblit who was cuddled up next to her, and soon the sound of her snores filled the room again. Levi quietly crawled towards Hange, carefully slid her glasses off of her face, and set them down beside her. He then slipped out from the room and stepped outside of the little hut.

Hange was kind enough to let him share a room with her and Moblit for the last 5 days, as there wasn’t a spare room in their refuge in the trees. Levi still could not believe that he was actually up here, sleeping in a literal treehouse for the past few nights, at least 70 feet above the ground.

He continued along the narrow path outside the hut and peered over the edge of the rails. Looking down at the countless sets of branches and leaves under him, his eyes glimmered in awe over how the Scouts managed to figure out how to live here. He looked ahead, his gaze following the extensive sets of rope bridges connecting huts from tree to tree, each holding either one of the Scout’s quarters, or acting as storage space for food, weapons, supplies, medications, and other materials they needed for their activities. They had animal traps and pulley systems stretching throughout many areas of the vast forest.

Levi limped across the nearest bridge towards a ladder leading up to a looking post that extended above the trees. His leg wasn’t fully healed yet, but he managed to make his way up the ladder, albeit slowly.

The view was simply breathtaking from up there, dawn hurling shades of lilac and orange over the edge of the horizon. Levi closed his eyes as the cool morning breeze gently pushed strands of hair out of his face, and with that, memories of his mother spilled into his thoughts.

On the night before she died, he remembered her hands softly pushing his hair back and tucking it around his ears, her lips planting a small kiss on his forehead. “Levi, someday you might find yourself having to making difficult choices and I won’t be there by your side to help you. The fire nation is not the peaceful land it used to be. So, being born into this world with firepower at your fingertips at this day in age might be a burden to carry, but don’t forget that the most powerful thing about you, Levi, is right here.” She gently placed her finger on his chest, right over his heart. She smiled warmly and took his hand, dropping her good luck charm in his palm. She closed his fingers around it.

Levi opened his eyes and looked down at the charm in his hand, a small metal keychain embossed with the fire nation emblem, and gripped it tightly in his fist. He wondered why these memories decided to flood his mind—why now?

Suddenly, he felt something hit his head. He watched a small pinecone drop and roll away in front of him. He spun around to find Moblit peeping his head through the small opening in the floor. “Tch,” Levi sputtered. He tossed the pinecone back at Moblit, bonking him on the head. Moblit giggled, and climbed up into the deck, a small satchel hung around his arm. He dumped its contents onto the floor. He slid half the food towards Levi, as well as a small jar of ointment. “You forgot to put this on your leg before you came up here,” Moblit said shyly. Levi nodded silently, and started applying it onto his skin, inhaling sharply at the slight burning sensation. Moblit quietly munched on an apple while carefully observing Levi.

After he was finished tending to his leg, he reached for his sandwich, and right before he could take a bite, he was interrupted with a question.

“Why did you come here?”

He looked up at Moblit, whose head was cocked questioningly to the side.

“To get away from your sister’s loud ass snoring,” Levi sighed. Moblit laughed, “No no, why did you come here that night? To this forest?”

Levi chose his words carefully. “I was running away from home.” “Well those burns, did you escape from…” Moblit lowered his voice to a whisper, “…firebenders?”

“…Yes. And that’s enough questions for now,” Levi said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice. He was just like his older sister, asking way too many questions, but least he was much more polite about it than Hange. He exercised patience when it came to Moblit because other than Hange, he was the only Scout who at least started to warm up to him over the past few days.

“Hm, okay,” Moblit pouted. “Thanks for answering my questions. You’re pretty nice, yknow?”

Levi scoffed. “What makes you think that?”

“Hmmm well…” Moblit put his apple down and hugged his knees to his chest. “You don’t say anything when Erwin or Mike are rude towards you. And you try to help my sister carry her supplies even though it’s hard to keep up with her with your leg like that. Oh! And I notice you trying to wipe down dusty surfaces, which frankly is kinda weird…”

“Clearly, none of you can manage to keep things clean,” Levi retorted softly.

Moblit laughed. “You’re not wrong.” He then looked down and said bashfully, “And you take off Hange’s glasses when she falls asleep with them on. I think that’s nice.”

Levi blushed—embarrassed, he quickly turned to look out over the trees away from Moblit. This kid was quite observant, Levi thought. Which meant that he should continue to be careful with his words and actions—he couldn’t let him figure out who he really was, because who knows what Erwin, Mike, and Nanaba might do to him. They weren’t benders, but outnumbering him with their level of skill could be problematic, and he wasn’t sure if Hange or Moblit would defend him if they discovered his secret.

If anything, Levi was thankful that Moblit developed a small liking towards him. He thought that Hange probably convinced Moblit to be nicer to him, but it seems he came to this decision all on his own. With that in mind, Levi figured this might be his chance to inquire more about the Scouts.

“Hey Moblit, can I ask you something?” Moblit looked into Levi’s eyes with an intense curiosity. “Why are you all so opposed for me to possibly join your group?”

“Because Erwin doesn’t like you!” He exclaimed matter-of-factly. Levi was caught aback—kids really are just brutally honest sometimes, he thought. “Why?”

“Well, I’m not completely sure, we don’t really talk too much, just the two of us. Buuuut my guess is that they don’t trust you because that’s sort of their default? We’ve had some potential members join our squad in the past and they ended up betraying us.” Sadness fell over his face. “We almost lost Nanaba that one time…“

“Hey you two!” Unintentionally interrupting their conversation, Hange jumped up onto the deck with a goofy smile spread across her face. “I’ve been looking all over for you both! Moblit—Nana wanted you to help her set up the animal traps.”

“Okay, Hange!” He stood up quickly, grabbed his satchel, and hurried towards the ladder. He looked back at Levi and gave him a small wave before heading down to help Nanaba.

Hange bent down to check on Levi’s leg, inspecting the burn wounds. “They’re healing quite nicely, Levi! Hey, if you’re up for it, would you like to come assist me with tending to the wounded in a nearby village?” Hange leaned a bit closer to Levi in excitement. “We just received word of it, and I just know I have some healing salves I’ve been working on that would be of great help!” She looked up towards the sky with a warm smile on her face, her eyes aflame with determination and excitement. The sunrise shrouded the outline of her frame with a warm glow, while her fiery passion to help anyone in need burned brightly inside of her. She was simply a ball of sunshine, radiating light inside and out, and he was utterly mesmerized. Levi had lost his sense of determination since his mother died, and didn’t have much driving him forward or really any goals in his mind to to pursue, other than wanting to defy his uncle, or General Zeke. He felt he had no purpose, but here was this woman, a force of nature living with all the purpose in the world. He was simply entranced by all of her. He’s known her for less than a week and there have been multiple moments like this one, and where he simply could not look away. However, Levi felt that there was something more about her that he felt drawn towards, but he just couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Levi? Hellooooo!” She waved her hand in from of his face with no reaction. “Levi? …HEY SHORTY!” She yelled into his face. Levi finally looked up and locked eyes with hers. He was completely lost in his thoughts, but he was now suddenly aware of how close she was to him, peering into his eyes. Startled, Levi broke out of his trance and he shifted, his knee accidentally bumping into Hange’s back, causing her to yelp out in surprise and topple over right on top of him.

For a fleeting moment, they laid in each others arms, both of them suddenly feeling oddly comfortable being so close to each other. Quickly, the moment fizzled and Hange nervously scrambled to stand up. Levi blushed as he swiftly scooted himself from underneath her.

“Levi, I’m so sorry, is your leg okay??” Hange asked with worry written all over her face. He waved her off, and stood up.

“Yes, don’t worry, it’s okay. And to answer your question, I’ll come with you to help.”

“Oh Levi, thank you!” she smiled brightly. “It’s a large village just northeast of here! There were many casualties among the people there, so a lot of injured people to look after!’

Levi froze.

...What?

Flashbacks of the night he escaped flooded his mind. “…You said a village n-northeast of here?”

“Yes!” Hange exclaimed. “They were attacked by fire nation soldiers just a few days ago, sadly enough.”

Levi broke a sweat, panic quickly taking over his mind. He desperately thought of a way to avoid going back to that village. Why of all places did it have to be that village? He did not need to be reminded of how he sustained his current injuries, but more importantly, he did not want to risk someone recognizing him from that night and blow his cover.

“Oh, actually... maybe I shouldn’t go. I might be a burden to you with my injury and all…”

“Nonsense! You’ll be a great help, Levi. Our intel shows that the fire nation troops that were there are long gone for now and don’t show any hint of movement currently, so we’ll be safe! Plus, you might be able to meet some earthbender friends of mine—I believe one or two may have been in the village during the incident, so they should be there!” She grabbed Levi by the hand and they started towards the ladder.

He considered standing firm in his opposition, but he weighed the pros and cons, concluding that his denial might make the Scouts suspicious. Levi gulped—he did not like where this was going.

———————————

They mounted the backs of two ostrich-horses, and made their way out of the forest towards the village, the early morning sun lighting their path.

After about an hour of Hange babbling on about her ideas on new animal trap designs, the two shared a few moments of peace and quiet, other than the soft sounds of the ostrich-horses feet sliding against the dirt as they continued forward.

“I didn’t realize the Scouts did more than infiltrate fire nation activity,” Levi said, breaking the silence.

“Well yes, we do all sorts of things! I mean that’s primarily what we do, but I mean, there’s so much more things for us to do to help around here,” Hange said excitedly. “Whether that’s bringing food surplus, or aiding to wounded and sick, we try to aid the Earth Kingdom civilians. They’re all really good people, yknow? They don’t deserve this.”

“Well, even if you take part in ways to help like this, what do you hope to do about the fire nation ultimately? Do you have a plan? And…do you think the world could ever change back to how it used to be?” Levi asked.

Levi wondered—was there a way the Scouts thought they could defeat fire nation troops? Because Levi knew it would be impossible to win. At this point, all seemed hopeless, and the Firelord will continue to make moves to take over this world and hurt all these innocent people. He may have made the hard decision to leave his nation behind, but beyond that, figuring out his next move almost felt pointless. How was Hange so optimistic and filled with purpose? Levi desperately needed to hear her answer.

“Wow, Levi,” she teasingly punched his shoulder. “Why are you so talkative all of a sudden? Have you finally decided to break your gloomy silence?”

“Just answer the question, four-eyes,” Levi huffed.

“Aw okay,” Hange pouted. “Well…” Her expression changed ever so slightly, into one of seriousness, hints of sadness in her eyes. “There is no plan.”

“What do you mean there’s no plan? I thought the infamous Scouts would have some kind of plan to overthrow the northern fire nation troops. I mean, I’ve heard you’ve all infiltrated and ruined their raids plenty of times.”

“You’re right, Levi. But in the end, defeating the fire nation is not our role.”

“What do you mean?” “I mean, that it’s the Avatar’s job to do that, silly!” She said matter-of-factly.

“What, you believe in that crap? It’s been almost 100 years since the Avatar went missing.”

“There are rumors that he will come back someday to restore the peace that used to be, but anyway…” She balled her right hand into a fist and softly tapped Levi’s chest with it. “You can believe what you want to believe, Levi! But in the end, we’re just simply a side-story to something bigger. But just because we’re a side role, doesn’t mean we aren’t significant!” Levi looked down at Hange’s hand, and he remembered his mother’s words, her finger lying over his heart. Hange grinned at him, “As Scouts, we decided that our role is to protect those within our reach. And maybe once you’re all healed up, I really hope you decide to join us.”

———————————

They arrived at the entrance way to the village, Hange and Levi staring at the burned ruins and destruction of half the buildings there. Tents were set up all around tending to wounded, and several people were walking around carrying food and supplies. He felt sick to his stomach seeing all the damage done—he felt nothing but shame.

“Hange!” A young, brown haired girl ran up to give Hange a hug. “It’s so good to see you Sasha,” Hange said softly, and pulled her into her embrace. Levi felt the strength of their bond from where he stood, those feelings of strength and solidarity which each other after years of fighting against the shit that his own comrades plagued these lands with. He tried to push his sadness to the deep recesses of his heart, and continued to stayy vigilant.

As Sasha explained to Hange how the wounded were divided up amongst the tents, Levi looked around in worry. He tried to avert his eyes from anyone else’s gaze, lessening the chance anyone could recognize him. There’s was too much chaos that night, and it’s not like he would have known who was there, but there was a higher chance that someone recognized who he was.

“Levi!” He looked up towards Hange. “Come on, I think I’ll have you join one of our trusted comrades to help hand out our sets of bandages we brought.” The three of them walked into the nearest tent.

“Hey, Jean!” Hange said brightly. They walked towards the tall, messy-haired boy. She firmly placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed tightly. “How’s the rebuilding efforts going?”

“Slow, but sure. Mikasa, Eren, Armin, and Connie went on to the next village over to help, but Sasha and I have been working pretty hard here.”

“Great, I’m so proud of you both.” She turned to Levi, “Jean is one of the earthbenders along with Sasha that work with us closely, and use their bending to help construct and rebuild where they to speed up construction for shelter to house all of the surviving civilians who lost their homes. But Jean here is gonna take a break, and help you hand out supplies! Go say hi!” She cheerfully pushed Levi in front of her and towards Jean, while she turned back to Sasha to continue discussing their plans.

Levi crossed his arms, and looked up towards Jean, who stared back at him, his eyes wide, shock written all over his face. And his shock slowly faded into fear. The two stared at each other, paralyzed. After a moment, Levi came to his senses—he couldn’t let Hange and Sasha see Jean’s reaction to their meeting. He took Jean’s shoulder and turned him to face the other way. “Hange, I think Jean and I will start heading towards the other tents,” Levi said quietly.

“Okay!” She squeezed Levi’s hand. “Meet you back here in an hour, alright?”

“Alright,” Levi said quickly. He swept Jean away and swiftly made their way out of the tent. They continued behind the remains of a destroyed building around the corner, away from all the people walking around.

Levi grabbed Jean’s shirt and shoved him back against the rough, brick wall. “Don’t. Say. Anything.” He tightened his hold on Jean’s collar.

“Not to anyone here, not to anyone who was with you that night, and especially not to Hange.”

Jean was amazed at Levi’s strength, but quickly came to his senses and tried to wriggle himself free. “I won’t, I won’t! Please just let me go,” he pleaded. Levi stared at Jean intensely, and then loosened his grip, letting Jean slide down to the floor. Thinking fast, Jean, hit the ground with his heel, causing the rocky earth to jut forward, encasing Levi’s feet under the dirt, subduing him. Levi lost his balance and fell forward onto his knees. He pushed a flame from his right palm in his frustration, but as he saw Jean’s frightened eyes reflect the fire in his hand, he emembered that he was one of the benders he decided to defend that night. Levi put out the flame and sighed, closing his eyes and looking away.

Jean looked at Levi curiously. “So, I take it that your change of heart that night wasn’t just a fluke?”

Levi didn’t answer, and continued to avoid Jean’s gaze. After a few moments of silence, Jean slid his foot across the ground, and the rock around Levi’s feet smoothly disintegrated back down into the rough soil under him.

Levi finally looked up and locked eyes with Jean. “Just… just don’t tell Hange. Or any of the Scouts. Please.” Underneath Levi’s scowl, Jean noticed a small hint of softness in his eyes. Even though his head screamed in defiance and told him not to trust the young man in front of him, Jean knew that his gut feelings and judgment was almost always right—so he decided to follow those feelings instead.

“Don’t worry, Levi. And… your decision to turn on Kenny, did save us that night. So I do owe you my life.” He relaxed a bit, letting his guard down, and leaned against the wall behind him. “But can I ask, why? Why did you suddenly… decide to side with us?”

“I am not siding with you,” Levi muttered. “I’m not siding with anyone. I did what I did because I chose to, on my own accord.”

Levi knew exactly what triggered him to finally stop passively carrying out missions for the fire nation, blindly following whatever propaganda they spewed out to him his whole life, but he didn’t think it was important to share that information with anyone. It was in the past, and he simply had to live with everything he did prior. But what he did feel compelled to share with Jean was what he intended to do with his life from now on—Levi wanted to be honest with someone for once in his life. On top of that, he wanted to gain Hange, Moblit, and the rest of the Scouts’ trust. For the first time, he felt that he might have a shot at finding purpose in his life if he followed them.

And he hated to admit it, but he felt drawn towards the four-eyed weirdo. He might have been surrounded by fire and flame his entire life, but he’s only ever felt cold for a long time. But when she babbled on about her stupid shit around him, he strangely felt... warm.

“My choice... is to work with Hange, and the rest of the Scouts. But in order to do that, I need you to do something for me.”

Levi reached his hand out towards Jean.

Jean looked at the intense determination in Levi’s eyes, and hoped with all of his heart that helping Levi wouldn’t be a mistake.

They shook hands, confirming their pact.

———————————

Night fell upon the forest, and Levi climbed up once again onto the deck of the Scout’s looking post, staring out at the vast evening sky, the leaves shrouded in the glow of the moon, like a glimmering sea stretched out in front of him. He sat in his thoughts leaving his food beside him, untouched. He wasn’t sure if Jean pulled through successfully, and his fate rested on whether or not they believed him. He couldn’t stand thinking about leaving Hange and Moblit behind, let alone them turning on him if Jean broke his promise. Because then, he’d be truly alone and wouldn’t really know what to make of himself anymore.

A rustling of leaves broke his train of thought.

Without turning around, Levi spoke. “Hey Moblit, if you wanted some more food, you could have some of mine. I’m not really hun—“

Erwin cleared his throat. Levi quickly recognized that this definitely wasn’t Moblit and spun around. He craned his neck up to look towards Erwin standing directly behind him, his intense, blue eyes fixated on the view.

“Levi, what do you plan on doing once Hange is finished tending to your injury?”

Levi scowled and looked away, unwilling to answer Erwin.

“I figured you wouldn’t respond to that kind of question, coming from me.”

Suddenly, Levi felt Erwin’s hand on his shoulder and found himself being shoved down onto the floorboards. Erwin laid his foot on Levi’s chest, and pointed his hooked sword at Levi’s face.

“Hange tells me that Jean spoke very highly of you. Did you convince him to say that?”

Levi glared back at Erwin and spoke unphased by the physical threat.

“No. We worked together once about a year ago,” Levi lied.

Erwin knew this information checked out according to what Hange told him, but kept his stance. “Jean is a trusted comrade of ours, but although this has convinced the rest of our team, I’m not thoroughly convinced. You’re gonna have to prove that to me over time, after you’ve spent at least a few months with us as a Scout.”

…As a Scout? Levi wouldn’t ever consider him feeling “joy” even in his happiest moments, but this was probably the closest he’s ever been to that sort of overwhelming emotion. However, he maintained his calm demeanor. No need to let Erwin see him break.

“Before you officially join us, I need you to understand this. The Scouts have my utmost respect and loyalty. But Hange has been by my side since we were kids. She has always been like a little sister to me.” Levi continued to match the intensity of Erwin’s stare, and showed no sign of backing down.

“You two seem to work together very well, and we’ll confirm this when we start training you up to par with how we fight…” Levi internally scoffed—he was only a respected fighter for his age among high fire nation ranks. “…but I only have a gut feeling that you both will be paired on missions together often, based on the synergy of your complementary energies.”

Levi wasn’t surprised that all the Scouts were ridiculously observant people, but Erwin was considerably more calculating.

“And I don’t know why, but she seems to put a lot of faith in you. So Levi, if anything were to happen to Hange on your watch or if you hurt her in any way…”

Erwin pushed his sword against Levi’s neck.

“Levi, promise me that you’ll protect Hange always, at all costs.”

Levi pushed Erwin’s sword out of the way gently, balled his right hand into a fist and laid it over his heart. He thought of Hange’s goofy smile and the beautiful fire present in her eyes when she looked at him.

“I will protect her with my life.”

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levihan fanfic #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #moblit #erwin smith

[salamanderskin]

Respite

Still on the CR kick with no sign of easing. Just a sick Fjord feeling sorry for himself and then feeling guilty about it. Caduceus gives him such much-needed softness.  Set during episode 92 no spoilers I think. Kind of a follow up to this because stifles give me life.

The mood in the group is strange when the Mighty Nein ride out from Zadash.

Fjord loves them all but his head aches just trying to keep track of the aims and worries and triumphs that bind their little group; he can read the tension rising from Beau like steam, Jester beside her with a combination of concern and bubbling joy at her new found father. Then there’s Caleb and Nott and Yasha and then there’s Caduceus. He feels like he needs a whole extra brain to think about Caduceus with and maybe a whole extra heart to hold the bond that has grown between them in the past few weeks. 

His head really does ache, though. His throat feels hot and dry, with a lancing pain when he swallows, and he can’t stop sniffling every five minutes. His mood darkens in sync with the clouds that thicken on the horizon.  He would give a lot to be safely back in the Xorhaus, meditating in the magical sunlight of Caduceus’s garden, rather than pounding across these monotonous grasslands on horseback. 

He feels small and selfish just thinking about it. They are in the midst of trying to stop a war and chasing resolution for dear friends trapped by years of trauma. One of their group was possessed until, like, last week, others have been or are about to be reintroduced to their respective abusers.  And Fjord has a cold. 

He still feels shitty, though. 

He is distracted from this minor complaint when the party finally find a place to stop. The gentle, grassy slopes offer no cover, but they could see anything coming a mile away. For example, they soon spot someone else’s campfire a little way away. Nott and Jester leap to investigate. He lets them go. If they need backup they’ll yell. Loudly. Let them do the legwork while he sits down. 

That leaves the other three to set a fire while Caleb conjures the tiny magical hut which is their home away from home. Fjord can’t seem to get warm. He inches closer to the fire until the smoke irritates his eyes and rubs at his arms with his palms to try to gather some heat. The itchiness in his nose has grown intense and distracting- he hovers a hand near his face to scrub at it but the irritation with neither leave nor crest into a relieving sneeze. His throat burns and he feels overall miserable. “Hey, are you ok? You look… I don’t know… you look frustrated.”

That’s one word for it. He doesn’t want Caduceus to worry, but he also knows the Firbolg can see right through him so he explains, “Remember how you said I might be getting sick?”

“Oh dear,” Caduceus’ mouth twists in sympathy.

“Nothing serious, I promise you. I’m just-” Fjord sniffles in demonstration, demonstrating how he can hardly breathe through his nose. He regrets it immediately when it makes him cough. 

“Can I come check you over?” Caduceus approaches, gaze soft and concerned. 

“There’s really no need, I’m sure it’s just a cold.”

Caduceus raises an eyebrow. “What if I want to be sure? I don’t want you to feel badly.” 

“Well then, I’ll humour you.” 

Fjord doesn’t expect the contact needed for the diagnosis to come in the form of a kiss to the forehead, but it’s very lovely. The magic feels like a little trickle of warmth, though perhaps that’s just the butterflies he always gets when they make contact. 

“Okay.” Caduceus says, drawing back. “I don’t think a healing spell will do much, but I’ll put something for the congestion in some tea, alright?”

“Sounds good. Thank you.”

The dark has truly drawn in now. The sky has clouded and there are no stars. A little wind ruffles the long grasses,  makes the campfire leap and the smoke veer from side to side so that there is no getting away from it. After their time in the city is strange to be somewhere so open. No buildings, no mountains, no break in the horizon. The sky arcs above them like a great upturned basin, thick with clotting clouds. 

It would be peaceful if it wasn’t for how the cold makes Fjord’s nose drip and his head ache. He feels thoroughly sorry for himself and then immediately feels childish for it. He has been getting soft from all the city living. He presses the sides of his nose again, trying to push into his sinuses and ease the dull pain there. 

Caduceus returns just as he is blowing his nose, passes a cup of tea to Caleb, then to Yasha then approaches with one for Fjord. “Here you are. Drink it while it’s hot.” 

The firbolg looks lovely in the firelight, Fjord thinks. The warmth touches his ashy gray to a warm dove-colour and when he turns his head, the clean lines of his cheeks and brow stand out like a statue of some forest god. Caduceus has added a knitted shawl over his shoulders but he doesn’t seem cold at all. Fjord envies him that. It must be the fur. He sees Caduceus turn to sit on a stump on the other side and quickly moves up to make space beside himself. 

“Want me to sit beside you?” Caduceus asks.

“Yes please.” Fjord says. He wants more, of course, so much more than that, but that is a good start. His friend’s body settles beside his  and he feels his mood lift even as he shivers. Their thighs press together and he leans in to the comforting warmth of the firbolg’s flank. Caduceus has some height on him, which makes it wonderfully easy to lean his head into his shoulder.

Before Fjord can protest, Caduceus removes his shawl from his shoulders and spreads it over both their laps. Fjord gives a little hum of thanks, lets his eyes drift closed in the sudden, soothing warmth of it. 

Fjord could probably fall asleep here. He almost does, if it wasn’t for how badly he needs to sneeze. He manages to cup his hands over his face, though he doesn’t need to, really; there isn’t any sound to it, just a ferocious bob of his head and a whole-body shudder. He scrunches his nose and clenches his eyes shut to try to fight the tickle, then flinches into another repressed “hh- mmkx!!!” He breathes out a “uuugh” of a groan at how stuffy he feels afterwards. 

“Was that a sneeze?” Caduceus turns to look at him with an expression he can’t quite read. 

“Y-up- hknt!” Fjord nods, forefinger jammed up under his nose, sneezes again. It makes his head throb. “--hhnxxt!”

“Oh! Bless you, then.” 

“Thadks.” His voice comes out thick and wrecked. “Guhh… ’scuse me.” 

It’s almost worth it for how Caduceus draws him closer and rubs his back. 

They are startled from the embrace by a shout and a blur of blue as Jester sprints toward them out of the dark and then away again, calling for Nott.

Fjord raises his head, peers out into the night and strains his ears for sounds of a struggle. Across the other side of the fire, the others are on equally high alert; Yasha drawn to her full height, Beau with her night-vision goggles, Caleb’s gaze gone vague as he sees through the eyes of his familiar.

“Do you think we should-?” Caduceus begins.

“They... seem to have a handle on the situation.” Caleb gives with a wry smile and everyone relaxes. If Caleb hasn’t launched himself protectively after the little goblin then they must be safe enough.

Fjord laughs too, as he wonders what shenanigans the two most chaotic members of the nein had got up to out there in the dark. It turns into a fit of coughing that blossoms in his throat and won’t stop until Yasha has passed him her water skin.

“Better not, think I’m coming down with something.” He manages with the scraps of breath he can grab. “I’ll risk it,” Yasha’s voice is steady and sweet as ever, so he drinks. It does help, and it helps even more when she reaches to give him a hug from one side.  “I hope you feel better soon, Fjord.” 

When Nott and Jester finally return it is with laughter on their lips and not a slip of regret for running into an enemy camp in the middle of the night.

 Once he might have rolled his eyes at their celebration of escaping trouble they could have easily avoided, then seethed with a gut full of worry that one day they might not come out clean, snapped at Nott and brushed off Jester’s affectionate advances. These days he feels calmer, more trusting, able to accept things as they come. Some of it is a gift from the Wildmother, the same deep faith which Caduceus glows with. Some of it is Caduceus himself. His very presence makes Fjord feel lighter. 

He watches the Firbolg lean over the fire, lit like a stained-glass window as he conjures a bowl of stew seemingly from nowhere. 

He sits beside the fire and listens to his teammates recount their chaotic adventures with a sense of calm in his belly and Caduceus’ shawl over his knees. He pinches his nose hard and groans, trying to stave off sneezes but now then a few still escape. 

He shudders into his fist, with no more sound than a “-hh'nkt” of suppressed force, 

They’re as quiet as he can make them, but Caleb’s head perks up all the same, brows canted in his familiar expression of mild concern. “Gesundheit.” 

“Looking a little green there, buddy.” Nott adds. 

“Oh no, Fjord, are you sick?” Jester’s head snaps round in interest.

“Just a sniffle.” He shrugs. He’s not the one who should be the centre of attention tonight. Beau and Nott are. 

Thank the Wildmother, Caduceus Clay’s deep, steady voice distracts them from making a scene, “He’s fine. Jester, tell me how you met those bandits before?” 

Once again Fjord admires Caduceus’ mild diplomacy. The light conversation is exactly what they need to keep their minds from the path ahead. Beau in particular has expressed she won’t be talking about her traumas to the group in general,while  Nott doesn’t seem to know what she wants right now. 

Fjord himself is deeply grateful because he has to sneeze again and this time it escapes him as an orcish “hhuhh--’TSSSHHHuu!” He groans and swears as he blows his nose afterwards. Caduceus’ arm is there for him to lean into when he shivers despite the fire. 

“I think you should go to bed,” Caduceus says softly. 

Luckily the rest of the Nein are of the same mind, so Caleb conjures the magical dome they use as a shelter. It’s warmish inside and warmer still when their bodies pile in next to each other. They take their familiar places; Yasha takes first watch, Beau and Jester are spooning while Nott curls at Caleb’s feet like a gnarly green cat. Fjord and Caduceus lie beside each other, as always. At some point on their travels, the foot of space between their sleeping bodies became an inch, became Fjord with his head pillowed Caduceus’ chest or their fingers intertwined. No one in the Mighty Nein has even teased them about it. Yet. That is a blessing Fjord will enjoy for as long as he can. 

It’s almost pitch-black inside the hut. Fjord can hear the others of the Nein breathing and shifting in their close proximity. He wants to sleep but his head feels stuffed and thick. Breathing through his mouth is making his throat dry but he can’t get enough air any other way. In frustration he pinches and knuckles at his nose, wiggling it in hope of easing the deep-seated itch. It doesn’t help.

Instead he feels his breath coming in shallow pants, makes an involuntary “ghhh” of a groan at how congested he feels. He manages to sneeze into his fist without more than a shudder of his head but then there’s another and another in a slow, exhausting fit with plenty of time for miserable sniffles in between. 

He is hovering between one “ hh'nkt” and the next when he feels a tender arm on his shoulder as Caduceus scoots up closer to him. He rolls over obligingly until his head is cradled against the firbolg’s shoulder. In a moment their blankets are settled over both of them, welcoming him into a pool of shared body heat that makes him sigh in satisfaction.

It’s still recent enough to be novel, this sleeping together, still sends a flutter of joy through him that Caduceus is his now. They haven’t talked about what it means exactly, but he’s so glad of it, especially when he feels like this.

The moment is interrupted by a stinging itch in his nose and all he can do is buck his head and stifle a sneeze into Caduceus’ chest. His partner doesn’t flinch, just holds him tighter and lets it happen. “Bless you sweetheart. Are you done?”

He nods, then shakes his head and desperately crushes his nose into his fist for a hard double “--mmkx!--’nkt!”--- Repressing it makes his head spin. He relaxes again with a heavy sigh and turns to wipe his nose. He’s too congested for it to be messy, thank goodness. It feels like all the gunk is just stuck up in his head. At least he’s not noisy enough to wake the others. 

“Poor thing. Feeling worse?” Caduceus notices. His bass voice is so low it is barely a rumble in his chest. Fjord thinks he feels the vibration rather than hears it. 

“...yeah…” He admits. 

“Such bad timing…” Caduceus sighs softly. “If we were back in the house, I have a very good soup recipe for this kind of thing.  The hot tub would be good for you too. I could take care of you a little.” 

Fjord snuffles thickly and sighs. That does sound good. 

“Will you two SHUT UP!?” 

That sounds less good. That would be Beauregard.

She has reason to be tense, which is why Fjord merely grunts “Sorry!” instead of snapping back. Her complaint is backed up by some light grumbling from Nott and by Caleb clearing his throat in a way that makes it clear he is also awake. Despite the safety of their position, it seems nobody is sleeping well tonight.

Fjord may as well try, though. He’s going to be groggy enough in the morning as it is and he wants a clear head for the confrontation with Beau’s family. Well, a metaphorical one at least. 

He rolls over and closes his eyes, trying to will his mind away from his burning throat and the compulsive deserve to keep swallowing against it. He tries to reach for the place Caduceus has shown him in meditation; a lulled state where his body of least possible concern. It’s hard without his breathing as a reliable guide but he is beginning to manage it when he feels Caduceus tuck into the space behind him. A seven-foot tall firbolg makes a luxurious big spoon. It makes Fjord huff a laugh, which makes him cough. 

Caduceus cuddles against him, bringing blessed warmth along with comfort. Long arms reach around to smooth his hair and linger on his forehead, rubbing right at the root of Fjord’s headache without even having to ask. It feels really good.

In the darkness of the dome he hears the heavier breathing that means Beauregard has fallen asleep. Jester turns over and makes an undeniably cute sound. Beneath Caduceus’ loving touch he feels the fatigue wash over him, pulling him down into sleep.

From the very cusp of consciousness, he senses Caleb rise and tiptoe to sit at the doorway beside Yasha, but feels no tug of concern. Let the two light sleepers keep each other company. He has everything he needs right here. 

Fjord falls asleep to the sound of a gentle rain beginning to fall. He doesn’t dream of angry Gods. He doesn’t dream of anything at all. 

#salamanderskin's fic #sickfic #hurt/comfort #teahaw

[halfbloodglader]

A Heavy Burden - Gally

Gally x reader - 2,708 words

Request; hey! can u write a gally fic where he likes the reader but is too shy to tell her...some of the other gladers find out and in order to stop them from saying anything gally makes a deal of some sort where he gets beat up every night? It goes on a while but the reader finds him?

lol this one is kinda long. Poor Gally awh man. Just tryna be happy and protect other people

Nothing made sense to him—why he was so angry all the time, irritated by the most minuscule of things and thrown emotionally overboard every time he tried to sleep. Gally wondered if he'd ever feel normal. Though, he also questioned if normal was a thing a person could feel because ever since showing up here three years ago, it certainly wasn't something he'd ever experienced.

Gally walked in the shadow of his peers. He followed in their footsteps, seemingly a mile behind, always calling out to them but nobody ever heard him.

Walking in that empty space between the other Gladers and himself was Y/N. The one person here Gally had fallen in love with at a distance without saying anything. In complete silence, he'd fallen for the kind, selfless and mischievous glader. She herself had reached out and said more hellos to Gally than he'd been brave enough to wave across the Glade back at her. The few conversations they exchanged were short, awkward and blunt. That didn't stop her from always being caring toward him, though. Somedays, she'd bring him water. Others, she'd spend her evening staining the wood he never finished during the day.

Sure, she did these sorts of things for lots of other people. But she was the only one who did those sorts of things for him. The only one here who treated him like he was human.

Maybe, he was completely swept off in his own imagination. He had hopes and dreams that were more than likely beyond unrealistic. What else though, was he supposed to do with these feelings? He was trapped in a stone box with no memory of his former life or hope for a future. Escaping into his imagination and having one single positive part of his day, or person, to think of made life bearable.

Said life though, had gotten a lot worse the past few weeks.

Gally's biggest current regret was not having gone to find Y/N that day she had called out for him. He'd been a coward and hid in the deadheads from her instead of going to find out what it was she wanted him for. Staying in those woods landed him in a far worse situation than he could have ever imagined.

That day, instead of going after Y/N, he hid in the woods with some paper and a pencil. He hid amongst the trees and found his peace in the silence and cold from the fading sun. Of all things to keep his mind off of its own ongoing war, he drew Y/N. Simple drawings, pictures such as the girl with a soft smile crossing her features. Or, her helping Newt in the gardens.

Harmless sketches of this girl who he hardly spoke to on the daily but the thought of her held off that heaviness on his heart. Everyday, the impossibly strong grasp someone or something had on his heart which tried to bend him over forward into to the dirt got stronger. But the few hours of peace he'd spend alone drawing were the moments he felt as if that force dragging him down took a slight break.

That night, Gally was shaken to reality by the sound of boys whispering and trampling over leaves and twigs. They were close. Too close. In a panic, Gally tossed the papers on the ground and kicked as much dirt and debris over them as he could. His efforts probably weren't enough and he knew it.

"Gally!" One of the guys gibed. "We were wondering why you weren't a dinner!"

The builder raised his brows and took a breath. "Don't kid yourselves, you didn't even notice I was gone."

The boy and his fellow slicers snickered.

"Well, he's not wrong." Another added.

Gally rolled his eyes and went to walk away. These slicers had always been out to cause trouble and they weren't worth his time. He wanted out before something boiled up.

"Woah man," The loudest, most aggravating of the boys called out to Gally. "What's this?"

He plucked the papers out of the dirt with stringy fingers and held them up in the dim light. A disturbing smile smeared the moment he recognized the face on the paper. Then, he looked up to Gally and the builder knew he was done for. That heavy weight in his chest completely went away and was replaced by a sickness in his stomach.

Sauntering toward him, Gally felt like he stood in place for hours. His heart was trying to escape.

"Now Gally, I want you to be honest." The boy smirked and flipped the paper around so Gally could see. "Are you an artist and none of us knew? Or is this something you stole from someone else because, y'know, you needed it for something?"

His friends laughed. "Or, maybe both?" He eyed Gally up and down.

The gaze burned at his skin. It was painful. His lungs were creaming and heart was sobbing.

"Fine, I draw. That's it." Gally snapped, his voice breaking. "Now forget about it."

"Oh!" The slicer howled. "You think we're just gonna let you off? What do you think, should we tell her? Show everyone your little secret? How do you think Alby will feel?"

"I don't—"

Stepping closer, the slicer held up the paper right to Gally's face and pointed to Y/N. "I bet she'll be scared as hell of you now."

Gally closed his eyes. He never wanted this to happen. All he wanted was a break for his soul. And sure, drawing someone without their permission wasn't the best way to go about dealing with his problems, but it was all he knew.

"Don't tell anyone." Gally pleaded. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" The guy questioned, surprised. That was a bold move, even coming from Gally. "There's a lot I would ask, but I don't want trouble with Alby..."

He thought for a while. He conversed with his friends. Ultimately, he decided.

"Alright," He shoved the paper against Gally's chest. Immediately, he put it in his pocket. "I want to see how long it takes to break the toughest looking guy here. Every night, you're going to meet us here. We're going to beat you to the ground."

Gally took what he was saying as fact. As part of his life now. It was his only way out.

Stepping closer, the slicer picked up a large stick and swung it back and forth. "Don't worry, we won't leave bruises on your face. Only where they can't see."

"...Don't say anything, and we won't say anything either." He looked to Gally questioningly.

"Deal." He quavered.

Gally braced himself for the first hit.

That began three weeks ago.

He thought about what had happened that night as he lay on the burning cold ground. It burned because his skin felt like it was on fire from all of the hits it had taken. It felt cold because the ground quite literally was cold, seeing as he'd been here all night and dawn had just broken.

His body couldn't be brought to its feet this morning. He'd been getting beaten up for three weeks straight. But, he had to keep to his word and not let anyone know. They couldn't know. It would destroy how everyone here perceived him and his reputation. The reputation that made everyone else keep their distance was something he wanted to keep.

"Oh shit!" A quiet voice snapped as the faint footsteps Gally was hearing came to an immediate halt.

The fear of a body laying unmoving the woods at dawn apparently wasn't enough to stop this person though, because they came rushing to his side. He knew who it was the moment they crashed to their knees right in front of his eyes and put their hands on his face.

"Gally! Are you okay? What's going on?" She shuddered as she felt his forehead for signs of illness.

Unable to speak or move, Gally was just able to lift his arm enough to gently point to his side. His eyes were glued shut from the agony of moving his arm and all he hoped was that she caught on. If anyone were to find him like this, he wasn't exactly enthused it was Y/N, but he needed help and he knew it.

Carefully, the girl lifted his shirt to find a black and blue bruised body. There were wounds new and old still seeping blood. His breaths were shallow, so it was evident he had broken ribs.

"Oh shuck. Don't move. I'll be right back." She sprinted off fasted then he'd ever seen her run. That said a lot because she was fast.

Between the time she'd run off and now, Gally had passed out, probably for the better, and been moved to the medjacks. He'd just woken, but chose to keep his eyes closed for a while longer. He wasn't yet ready to face the world again.

"This doesn't look like it happened just last night. These wounds are layered, some of them a couple weeks old at least." Jeff muttered to Alby.

Alby ran a hand over his head. "Could he have been hurting himself?"

"No," Jeff shook his head. "These couldn't be self inflicted. Someone did it. Someone has been hurting him for a long time."

"Let me know when he wakes up." Alby demanded. "I'm going to find Newt."

Knowing he'd left, Gally slowly opened his eyes. The sun was evidently now fully risen as the medjack hut was well lit and warm. He blinked a few times and the headache crushing his skull was so overbearing he could hear himself blink.

When he turned his head to the side slightly, he was met with a wide-eyed, speechless Y/N. "You're o—"

Y/N's face suddenly fell. "Who did this?"

Her expression changed extremely quick. It went from relief to vexation in a split second.

Gally didn't want to answer that to her. What he could do though, was reach down for that crumpled paper he'd kept with him since the first night. He agonizingly grabbed it and held it up for the girl to take. That one single move required all of the energy he had inside of himself and was more painful than he'd hoped.

At this point, he didn't care anymore. He'd been trying to keep it a secret and was afraid that if Y/N found out how he spent his free time, she'd be disgusted and afraid of him. Besides, he tried to tell himself, that if he really knew the real Y/N, there was no way she'd judge him for this. Y/N wasn't that kind of person.

The girl took it gingerly and unravelled it. A small smile, one Gally knew all too well, lightened her features as she scanned over the paper. "Gally, you're amazing."

The next she looked up, Gally's eyes were already shut and his breathing had steadied. He'd fallen back asleep. For now, she had to let him rest. When he woke though, Y/N was going to be a part of finding out who had done this to him.

Alby and Newt fell into the medjack hut just a little too late. Newt sighed in agony when he saw his friend.

"Did he tell you anything?" Alby asked, putting a hand on Gally's bed.

"No," Y/N shook her head. "He gave me this though. It might have something to do with it."

Newt took the paper and smiled. "Who would've guessed he was such a good drawer." He then passed it off to Alby.

"I think I know who did it." Alby grimaced at the paper. "A few weeks ago, I heard some of the slicers talking about some 'stupid drawings' and then they mentioned Gally over dinner."

Vexed, Alby gave Newt back the paper and turned on his heel as fast as he could.

"Woah!" Newt called out. "You're not going to accuse some boys of a bloody mess like this before we hear it from Gally first. We wait here until he wakes up."

With a deep breath, Newt continued. "He's safe here until then."  

Hours had passed before Gally found himself waking again. The medjack hut had begun to cool off and Gally felt the hair on his arms raise from the chill running down his spine. He wanted to get up, move and finally get some food. No injury or illness in the world could stave off Gally's hollow leg.

Slowly, the boy raised himself to a sitting position. He felt lighter despite the fact his body was close to disintegrating. Curious, he lifted his shirt to see the massacre that had been committed on his body.  It was just as bad as he'd guessed. The past few weeks, he'd refused to look at it but now was the time. The sight made him sick but the moment he let his shirt down, he forgot about it.

Taking a few deep breaths, Gally prepped himself to stand. He was going to get up and out of this cramped room and face whatever it was outside of that door. Luckily for him, he wouldn't have to do it alone.

Just as he swept his legs over the edge of the bed, a pair of soft eyes peered around the corner into the room Gally was in.

"Hi." She whispered.

Gally smiled sadly. "Hi, Y/N."

"I thought you might be getting cold," She said as she stepped into the room with one of Gally's hoodies. "And thought you might be starving, so I came to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me?"

She paused. "I mean, come get dinner. With all of us. The normal. I don't know what I'm saying."

"That sounds good to me," He tried to laugh but stopped himself from the ache in his ribs. "I'd like to have dinner with you for once."

Y/N smiled awkwardly and handed Gally his hoodie. And though he tried, there was no way Gally was getting it onto his body. In sympathy, Y/N finally reached out and took the pile of fabric back. She reoriented it and then put it over his head and guiding it over his shoulders. By that point, he was able to get his arms in the sleeves and stand himself up.

Slowly, Y/N helped him out of the medjack hut. The air hit him in the face with a startling force. This was the time of day he'd normally head off to the deadheads to meet his nightmare. Y/N noticed him tense.

"You okay?" She asked.

Gally looked down to the girl and blinked a few times. "Yeah."

Y/N locked her arm with his to help hold his balance. "You don't have to worry, alright? There's a bunch of people looking out for you right now."

Gally walked alongside Y/N at a deathly slow pace. Partly because it really did hurt that much to walk and because he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. "What did Alby do? How much does everyone know?"

"He hasn't done anything yet, me and Newt made sure of that." Y/N explained to dampen his worries. "No one else knows. Alby told them all you came down with a nasty bug. We're going to make sure this stays between the few of us and that's it."

"Thank you, really." Gally said. "It almost feels like you guys know me. Know I wouldn't want the others to find out."

Y/N stopped walking for a moment and made Gally look at her. "It's because we do know you. You're our friend, Gally. And we respect how you feel."

"You think I'm your friend?" He questioned self-consciously.

"Are you crazy?" Y/N scoffed. "Of course. It sucks we don't spend more time together."

"Well, I had a reason for the past few weeks." He admitted. Y/N nodded in agreement with that. "But maybe we can change that now? Once all of this blows over."

Y/N smiled lightly and Gally took that as a yes. He still had a lot to worry about as this whole situation got sorted out. Now though, he realized that he did have people on his side. People he could trust.

#the maze runner #the maze runner imagines #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally tmr #the maze runner gally #gally imagine

[jae-canikeepyou]

| signs | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff a/n: another scenario for you all yay! excuse the grammar if there are sore ones down there.😂 ideas pop up to me at midnight and i probably wrote this with half-lidded eyes/sleepy self lol this is a prequel to this! 😊 enjoy reading! ~j.

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you twirled several times in your new dress, admiring the style and design you recently bought from your savings. it was your favourite outfit. especially today when it was summer; your floral yellow smocked bandeau mini dress shaped your body. gladly your best friend gifted you a new curler and because of that, you tried your best to doll up for today’s occasion. and as much as possible, you kept your makeup natural.

the mirror in front of you revealed your husband jaehyun, eyeing you from head to toe as a smile crept his lips. he rubbed the nape of his neck in surprise that no matter how he looked at you, he always told himself that he chose the right one for him. “wow..”

your lips curve to a smile from ear to ear. “so.. how do i look?” you swayed as you held the hems of your dress, tiptoeing on your wedged heels with fresh white manicure. on every new outfit you wore on dates with jaehyun, you felt like a princess. and this time, you got married, queen was the definite and suitable word now.

“do you want my honest opinion, love?” his hands snaking to hug your waist where he rested his chin onto your shoulder. jaehyun looked at your side profile for a while before looking back at the mirror, in awe that his wife was his world now.

you giggled at his reflection, his ears turning from pink to beetroot red. “i think you’ve said it already.” you kissed his cheek. a scoff from him made you laugh so hard, he chuckled at your reaction.

“damn, i can’t really hide them, can i?” he kissed you back and let his fingers inter-locking with yours. “c’mon, we’ll be late.”

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the drive to the beach was a long one, but since jaehyun was with you, it was ever so often that car karaokes were the norm. it became daily. he called it ‘car’aokes instead, and you sighed at the corny bad pun. yet despite his failed attempt on bad jokes, his voice was so soothing you secretly could not help yourself to record his vocals while he was immersed into the songs he played. today though was quite different. jaehyun wanted to enjoy the drive with a track from chet baker.

you brought out your sunglasses and fixed it onto the bridge of your nose. “love, here.” you handed his pair between your fingers and he took to wear it.

“the vibe’s great.” he turned to the next street. “sun’s out and i’m with you. this is the life.” you hiccuped at the sudden cheesiness, feeling his hand onto yours as you hummed in response. “‘everything happens to me’ is great.” he smiled, referring to the title song track.

at the corners of your eye, you spotted the crystal blue of the sea with white sand in contrast. you sat up properly that it caught jaehyun’s attention. “gosh i love the view!” you squealed as if you’ve seen it for the first time. you loved beaches, which was why for your honeymoon just a month before, you and jaehyun went to the maldives. heck you wished you never left.

“i love this view better.” he said under his breath as he smiled, but you couldn’t hear it since you excitedly vlogged the scenery. minutes later you both arrived at the car park just by the beach. jaehyun unbuckled his seat belt and grab the essentials. just by the outdoor hut and public toilets, he noticed how men would eye you differently. and because of these kinds of indicidents, he became protective. you felt him pulling your body closer to him. “stay close to me, y/n.”

you sensed what he meant and you assured him that everything will be fine. “aren’t we close already?” you teased as you both walked to the party.

“closer is better.”

upon arriving to the beach, johnny and your best friend min-ju welcomed you both. their one year old son youngmin, immediately ran to you with his wobbly legs and squeaky shoes; it was a gift jaehyun chose for his first birthday.

“hey buddy!” you bent down, later carrying him in your arms. “i heard you’ll be a big brother soon! oh min-ju he looks just like you.” the compliment made her blush. she then brought you to the nearby restaurant where the others had been.

jaehyun had his hands in his pockets, smiling to himself at the sight of you as he followed you from behind. johnny nudged him, making the lad blush. “so how was the honeymoon?” he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, attempting a head rub.

“it was great. could’ve stayed there longer but i had to work with the team right after-”

“will youngmin expect a best friend in a few months?” johnny’s grin crept his lips and for sure he wanted to see his best bud’s reaction.

“oh my go- dude!” jaehyun attempted a punch but was stopped by taeyong, yuta and taeil.

“what did we miss?” taeil asked the younger ones. curiosity grew in him when he spotted jaehyun’s red ears. “yep, i think i got what you mean.”

the party began shortly after lunch. at one table, there were two buckets of blue and pink, and post-its beside them. variety of foods were placed nearly onto the tables. you stood beside jaehyun, who wrote his guess onto the squared paper as you poked his cheek. “i think it’s a boy.” you said.

“my guess is a girl.” jaehyun held your waist, walking to the rest of the group. there was a short video tribute, of how johnny’s family had started; from the proposal to the birth of youngmin. games were played too, and it somehow ended up becoming a bet of who will have their next child. now, johnny and min-ju stood at the front with youngmin as they lead everyone out to the beach. the baby’s gender was about to be revealed.

phones and cameras were up already to record the moment. johnny had his baseball bat ready and min-ju threw the ball. blue powder scattered the air and you hopped in joy, cupping your mouth for a louder volume. jaehyun found that trait of yours cute and imagined the time when you both become parents some day in the future.

his friends approached him and johnny soon followed. “congrats johnny!” mark shook the older’s one hand. behind the dimpled man, little did jaehyun know that his friends planned to tease him again and obviously it was johnny’s idea.

yuta nudged jaehyun, trying to point out how his wife and you, were conversing by the hammock. “looks like they’re having a good time.”

“y/n, how was maldives?” sakura sat beside you, handing you fresh orange juice and cookies.

“tell me about it. i’d want to live there forever. it’s all stress free.” you munched onto the cookies as you told her how the place truly felt like paradise.

sakura giggled at your hungry self. she noticed how much of a foodie you were today and leaned in to whisper. “you can’t be.. uh pregnant right?”

you bursted out a laugh with cheeks that made you look like a hamster. automatically your hands waved in the air. you held your dress and made your stomach shape visible through the fabric. “it’s a food belly though.” you tapped onto it.

jaehyun choked on his drink when the droplets slid down his lips. quickly he put down the glass he was holding as he watched you giggle with sakura. smirking at the scene, yuta saw the lad with a teasing mind. “it’s probably a sign, jae.” he said, making him cough.

*cough* “it can’t be that fas-” he trailed off, later realising how he slipped. “ah! it’s not what you-”

“so youngmin will actually be expecting a best friend in the months coming.” johnny interrupted, overhearing the conversation. “great i’ll tell him!”

“uh wait we haven’t really plan-” jaehyun stumbled his words, panicking that how to reply.

squeals and laughters from children stopped the men from teasing jaehyun. they looked over to where you were, surrounded with children who thought you had a life inside you by tapping your belly. your flustered state caused you to fan yourself from the heat. whether it was from the temperature or the reaction towards the children, heat still crawled your body.

you carried youngmin in your arms and he pointed at your stomach. jaehyun rubbed the nape of his neck; a lost for words. he really wanted to have a family with you, be a father to your kids and watch each other grow as parent.

his tinted ears caught the attention of his friends. “is y/n really pregnant?” taeyong asked.

“babies are crowding over her.” taeil took a sip from his drink.

“she’s loved by everyone because she’s a teacher. i’m guessing it’s instinct for children to know if a person loves children.” jaehyun looked at you.

“well, i’m sure she’ll be a great mom.” taeil said, noticing how jaehyun held his chest that was probably hammering quick.

the party was ending and you later stood beside jaehyun, his hands rubbing circles at your back. his lips took your attention where teeth marks were seen. whenever he would bite his lips, it only meant that either he was thinking too much, or that he was stressed. he felt fingers brushed onto them made jaehyun turn to you. “hm?” he hummed.

“are you okay?” you asked with worry in your eyes. he didn’t respond, but his large palms pulled you to rest on his chest for a hug. “well if you are, i think we should be heading home.”

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you had already fastened your seatbelt. jaehyun soon opened the door, typing away on his phone as he waited for the air conditioning to settle down. his brows furrowed onto the luminated screen.

[22:54] john suh: “u might want 2 buy a pregnancy tester. :p”

[22:55] john suh: “there’s a possibility ;D”

[22:56] jae jung: “we’ll do that if symptoms comes, johnny. lol take care on ur way home. see you at the office in 2 days. :p”

“love?” he shot up at your voice and grabbed your hand.

“yes?” he asked and you pointed at the back.

“they’re flickering headlights?” you giggled and jaehyun embarrassedly stepped on the gear with his faint dimples.

whilst on the way, jaehyun decided to stop by the convenient store before heading home. he opened the roof for fresh air and to stargaze. he thought that a little night snack wouldn’t hurt, so when he saw you entering the car with a bagful of snacks, all he could do was to hide his reaction from you. you sat comfortably with your legs rested onto the dashboard, munching away your favourite sushi roll and chips. he saw your slowly-hyped up self, dancing to nothing but the sound crunches your mouth made as you created your own song out of pure happiness.

when you danced, he then remembered the children back at the party. his eyes took a quick glance towards your belly and did notice a belly. his loud gulp caused you to turn at him. “okay, what’s up with you?” you giggled. “you’re all so tensed right now.”

“uhm n-nothing.” jaehyun said as his fingers gripped so tightly onto the stirring wheel.

you eyed him with a smirk, and a short stare-off happened. “are you sure love?”

“of course!” he attempted a smile but gulped unknowingly.

“uh-huh. i recognise that kind of gulp.” you popped another piece into your mouth.

jaehyun inhaled deeply enough that his lungs were running out of oxygen. all kinds of ideas came flooding his mind. did you know what he was thinking as you looked at him? he anticipated for the answer and the silence was killing him. maybe you overheard his conversation with the guys? of the possibility that you might be-

“you’re hungry too, aren’t you?” you laughed so loud that jaehyun did the same. “you could’ve just gotten a pack for yourself!”

“what?” a dumbfounded jaehyun asked with his mouth slightly open. “oh gosh..”

“look i even got your favourites!” you fumbled the insides of the paper bag. “see!”

jaehyun pursed his lips, grabbing a red handkerchief from his pockets to wipe the sweat rolling down his temples. as he finished doing so, a piece of chip appeared before him. “y/n my love. you are so cute.” he said with his ears dusted with pink shade.

“it’s my dress that makes me feel cute.” you singsonged.

“no i mean i find you really cute when you’re hungry all the time. you’ve had cravings here and there. sometimes it’s out of the blue too. the guys even joked about it but i just can’t help thinking that you might be-” he felt you kiss his cheek as he said his feelings in one breath. you smiled at him lovingly, and you found your hands interlocking with his.

“the guys could be right though.” you spoke in a soft voice. jaehyun had his hopes high earlier with his friends, but right now the assumption was confusing. “but they could be wrong too. jae, we’ve been wanting to start a family. i know that completely. we even talked about this back in college and i really can’t wait for that time to come when there’s mini you’s and me’s. we have to wait for the right time.“ you said as you caressed his cheeks.

“okay.” he finally smiled. “i guess i just got excited at the thought of it. because the hyungs have their own children and i’m kinda lacking behind.”

“it’s never a race to start a fambam! it’s a process that needs effort and dedication.” you said. “and for the record, mark’s still single so you’re way a step ahead.”

“but you just said it’s not a race.” jaehyun chuckled.

“did you know mark actually planned to pursue me back in high school?” you teased jaehyun again. his smile slowly disappears on every word. “but you were better at scoring the jackpot so yeah.” you gestured yourself.

jaehyun’s face cringed at your self compliment. yet he wouldn’t say he didn’t like it. “that’s because you’re really cute, hot nerd.”

“nah you’re star player who caught my eye, hot coach.” you felt your neck being pulled closer. he looked at your lips and tilted his chin slightly for a kiss.

there were only two things; the signs earlier could be wrong or that it was going to happen soon. jaehyun knew anyway, that you both were to be parents later in the future.

#nct 127 #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jaehyun x reader #yoonoh #nct yoonoh #yoonoh nct #jaehyun oneshot

[divinecuriosity]

Could u do a little Fjord ficlit based on lyrics from the song nightmares & flare guns by Seb Adams 👀

This song is so good! And wow I got inspired for this, I hope it makes a bit of coherent sense! (will go up on my ao3 soon, once I finish my 60th fic/200k word celebratory fic!)

Fjord stops sleeping in his room. The first night back in Xhorhas he spends pacing the house, stopping periodically by Yasha’s door. Waiting, listening, cursing himself and walking away, but his feet always carry him back. He winds up finally throwing himself down in a living room chair and digging his nails into the fabric and watches the stairs and upper landing close, convinced he sees shifting in the shadows. 

“Fjord?” There's a voice from across the room, and Fjord jumps, feeling the fabric of the chair tear a bit under his fingertips. 

“Uh, hey, Caleb.” He squints through the dark. Caleb leans on his doorway, Frumpkin curling past his feet. “How long have you been there?” Fjord asks timidly. Caleb chuckles, uncrossing his arms. 

“A minute or two. What has you spooked?” Caleb pushes off the doorway, following his cat into the room. Fjord stiffens as Frumpkin redirects at a low whistle from Caleb, but allows the cat to hop up into his lap. It’s more of a reflex to sneeze now, Caleb’s been working on making Frumpkin tolerable to Fjord’s allergies. Fjord buries a hand in the nape of the cat’s neck and smiles as he immediately sets to purring and flexing his claws in Fjord’s lap. 

“Uh, nothing. Just can’t sleep.” Fjord shrugs, looking back up to see Caleb wave a hand, lighting his fingertips aflame and scanning a bookshelf by their light. “What about you?” 

“It’s morning, Fjord,” Caleb says as an answer. Fjord looks to the window. 

“Right. No sun.” Fjord groans and rubs his eyes with the hand not petting Frumpkin. 

“You should tell Caduceus if you can’t sleep. He probably has a tea or something.” Caleb says softly. Fjord nods, stifling the urge to yawn. Eventually, Caleb retreats back to his room, book in hand, but Frumpkin stays purring in Fjord’s lap. Even if he wanted to get up now, he stays planted until the girls, Yasha included, even if she’s trailing behind a little, come hurtling down the stairs with screams of requests for breakfast. Frumpkin screeches and leaves claw marks in Fjord’s pants in his effort to get away, and Fjord hops to his feet with a wince. He’ll talk to Caduceus after breakfast, he tells himself. When there’s time. 

The second night is as much of the same, and he doesn’t even get halfway to taking Caduceus’s offer of tea up before Jester gets news of their new task for Essek needing immediate attention and they’re all packing bags again. Fjord pretends his grogginess is due to the midnight hour and goes along, shaking his head at Caleb’s pointed glare before they head off into the night. 

The third night he does sleep, on cold damp earth a mile underground, beaten and bruised, and he dreams. He dreams first of an eye, watching in still waters, but it’s not Uka’toa’s, it’s Yasha’s, first green, then lavender, then flashing between them so fast he covers his face with his hands, but no matter how hard he tries to turn away and shield himself the eyes stay, burned into the backs of his eyelids. He must cry out, because Jester shakes him awake, and forces water down his throat, which feels cracked and dry. He takes the next watch and doesn’t wake Beau for her shift, sitting hunched on a rock and watching the slight shifting of their firelight at the edges of Caleb’s magic hut. 

They surface mid-day, blinking in the sudden light, lost in the wastes of Xhorhas but successful and alive. Caleb’s out of spells to really take them home, but while Caduceus and Jester sit down to try and commune a clue about their location, Fjord lays on his back, feeling the sun beat down on his face. A distant part of his mind wonders if the sunlight will keep him awake. He’s asleep before he can manage to open his mouth to ask. 

Fjord dreams he’s treading water. He keeps feeling something in the depths, slimy skin snaking around his feet, but when he kicks out or dives under he sees nothing but dark waters. He can tell he’s losing strength, that the water that should be cold is warm to his goose-bumped skin, a deadly omen. He blinks and one moment where he saw the reflection of the moon, there is a boat. Sleek black wood, two oars, nothing built for open water, but it’s something. He kicks out for it, raises a hand to try and latch on and is met with a hand in return. Someone far stronger than him hauls him up, and he lies panting on the worn wood, blinking salt out of his eyes to see his savior. 

He scrambles back when he sees Yasha, dark wings outstretched, sword in hand. She’s still reaching down to him, and her expression...gives him pause. She’s crying, but she looks happy, happier than he’s seen her in a long time. She looks a lot like she looked over their breakfast before they left the house when Jester had made a face with berries on her pancake, and Beau had switched one of the eyes with a blueberry to make it Yasha’s face, and they had all laughed. Fjord takes a steadying breath and pulls himself up onto the bench of the small boat. Yasha drops her hand, stares at him for a long moment, and sits as well. 

Fjord doesn’t remember what they talk about, but he remembers that she talks, over the crash of waves and the creak of oars as she rows them- somewhere, he doesn’t know. He wakes up to a dark sky, and his friends sat around a fire a yard off, their bags and bedrolls arranged in a protective circle around him. Fjord rolls on his side and watches as Caleb says something that makes Nott laugh, and turn to Caduceus, who hands her a small bowl. He then turns to Yasha, hands her another. She stands and takes the few strides over to where Fjord lies. He blinks and forces his aching muscles to sit upright. 

“Hey,” He says groggily. 

“You passed out,” Yasha says, helpfully handing him the bowl, thinking better of it as his hands shake, and holding the broth to his lips for him. Fjord takes a large sip before responding. 

“I uh, I’m sorry, about that,” Fjord says, carefully taking the bowl in his own hands and forcing them to be still. 

“The other’s told me about why you talk like that, now,” Yasha says softly. Fjord blinks at her, taking another sip. 

“What did they tell you?” He feels bad for being snarky, but he’s still hazy and hurting, and cautious. Yasha smiles. 

“I understand why you would not want to risk another dream.” She says. Fjord slowly nods. 

“It’s not Uka’toa, right now, at least.” He says after another mouthful. Yasha narrows her eyes, stays silent and waits for him to continue. “My mind’s just not always the most pleasant space.” He says finally. Yasha nods, understanding. 

“I have... experienced that,” Yasha says slowly. Fjord sips, eyes trained on her. “I cannot say what works for me would work for you, but...” Yasha glances back towards the group. “I think we all do something, to fight it off.” 

Fjord squints at her. “How so?” Yasha looks at him, settles down on the ground beside him and points. 

“Beau stretches, every night before bed. When we all shared a room she’d push everything out of the way and do splits, hand-stands, every muscle group, just for a few seconds. Then pass out.” Yasha says, moving her hand a little and continue. “Jester, well, you know, she talks. She tells the Traveller about her day, writes and draws in her journal. I kind of do the same, but all to myself, in my head.” 

“Who do you talk to?” Fjord asks, instantly wincing, unsure he wants to know. Yasha barely meets his eyes. 

“Molly, Zualla.” She says, moving her finger again. “Caleb casts his spells, and Nott counts things. Sometimes just her own fingers, over and over until she’s tired enough to sleep.” 

“Caduceus makes tea.” Fjord adds, starting to get the point. Yasha nods and smiles at him. 

“You just have to find something that works for you,” Yasha says gently. Fjord finishes his soup and sets the bowl down. 

“How?” He asks. Yasha sighs and shrugs. 

“Have you ever had a hobby?” She asks, grimacing at her words. “I mean, something physical, repetitive. When you cast spells you always do the same motions.” Yasha says after a moment of silence. Fjord looks at his hands. 

“Guys on the ship sometimes picked up like knitting or woodworking. I was never that good at it.” He curls his thick fingers into his palms. 

“What about wire?” Yasha asks suddenly. Fjord tilts his head. “Beau has a bunch since she bought all those jewelers supplies for crushing the gems. She was complaining about it all just sitting in her bag.” Yasha turns and reaches around into one of the packs piled up next to them, emerging with a spool of silver wire. 

“Could you make something with that?” She asks. Fjord finds the end of it silently, twisting the cord around his index finger. 

“Maybe?” He says, not sounding very hopeful. 

“Try it, and if it doesn’t work try something else.” Yasha pats him a little awkwardly on the shoulder. 

“I need you to watch my back, Fjord.” She says, even softer now. Fjord blinks. 

“I...can do that.” He says. Yasha drops her hand back to her side. 

“I do not know if I will ever be able to... trust myself, again. So, it feels good, almost, to know you’re watching.” 

Watching. It echoes in Fjord’s brain. 

“I don’t think I’ll have to watch forever.” He says, surprising himself. Yasha looks at him, brow knitted. “I think you’ll get there, I mean. I think you were worth saving.” He tries to smile, motion fumbling a bit around his teeth. Yasha’s eyes widen a bit. 

“Thank you, Fjord.” She says with an exhale. “I hope you’re right.”

#fjord #critical role #fic #cr2 #rory writes #long post #in case the readmore doesnt work #itherienmollymauk

[damienthepious]

>:3c hey i got two this week. happy LKT babes!!

Scattered On My Shore (Chapter 3)

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [ao3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7] [Ch 8] [Ch 9] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13] [Ch 14] [Ch 15] [Ch 16] [Ch 17] [Ch 18] [Ch 19]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Sir Damien

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Pre-Relationship, (for the three of them. it’s established r/d), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury, Injury Recovery,  Hurt/Comfort,  (this will also be), Enemies to Lovers, (for damien and arum eventually lol)

Fic Summary: Strange things wash up out of the lake near Rilla’s hut, on occasion. But this monster… this monster is certainly the strangest.

Chapter Summary: Sir Damien and Rilla discuss the issue at hand.

Chapter Notes: did u want: canon typical Damien spiraling? <3

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Arum is stable, the offending injury has been cleaned again and sealed and dressed and hopefully, hopefully, this time it will actually start to heal. Rilla’s mind buzzes, exhaustion and adrenaline and the satisfaction of a problem solved. That little shard of black talon (definitely talon, now that she’s seen it up close; add the satisfaction of a called shot, too) is safely and carefully stashed away in a clean sealed vial for later analysis, where it can’t do any more harm. And Arum-

The sedative probably won’t wear off for hours. Probably for the best, considering how exhausted he was before he went under. It’s probably just her imagination, just wishful thinking, but he looks… calmer. Like his sleep is more restful, now, than it had been. Imagination or no, she takes some satisfaction in that, too.

Rilla washes her hands, splashes her face, and when she meets her own eye in the little mirror above her washbasin she sees the bags under her eyes and the hair clouding around her face and the manic tilt to her expression and she- laughs.

Damien. Oh, Damien-

What the hell is she going to do about him?

She could be irritated with him just for coming into her exam room, whether or not the door was locked, but- well, it’s not like he wouldn’t have some rule breaking to throw back in her face. She sighs, dragging her palm over her mouth and noting the visible exhaustion that’s making her shoulders sag.

Well. No point putting it off, right?

She checks on Arum one more time, resettling the blankets more securely around his shoulders, ensuring that he’s warm enough, leaving a cup of water beside the bed in case he wakes before she does (whatever happens with Damien, however she gets him out of her hair, she’s going to get some sleep after this, she needs to).

Dead asleep, still, but- he mutters something, some whispery wordlessness as the back of her hand presses to his forehead to make sure his temperature is still consistent, and the breathy murmur and the way his resting expression goes even softer makes Rilla gently smile before she can help herself, and her brain is still buzzing as she thinks, rest well, you ridiculous monster, and heal.

She steps away from the cot, and she sighs, then. This next part is going to be unpleasant.

Damien is pacing in a straight line when she exits the exam room, turning on his heel to keep going in the same stuck path before he registers that she’s joining him, and then his eyes widen.

“Oh my heart, you are safe! Oh, my dearest Rilla, I was terrified that you had been- I felt only moments from bolting in to ensure that you had not been-”

“Damien. I wasn’t in danger,” she says, keeping her voice low and gesturing for Damien to follow her as she steps away from the door to the exam room, away from the possibility of waking Arum accidentally. Her hut isn’t that big, and it’s not like they could have this conversation outside, but they can at least stand in the kitchen, a little ways away where they won’t literally be shouting (she assumes they’ll end up shouting, frankly) so damn close to Arum.

“I know you are terribly brave, my love,” Damien says as he stumbles behind. “But surely even you must understand- I do not know what sort of- of experiment you are intending to run, but I must advise-”

“He’s not an experiment,” Rilla growls, bristling because she already, already regrets the brief window during which she… did kind of think of him that way. He deserves better than that.

“Regardless, regardless of the why, it cannot continue, surely you must understand that. The danger- the danger the creature presents, to yourself, to any other patients you may have, to the Citadel itself! Rilla surely you can see that it must be destroyed-”

“You’re not touching him, Damien. He’s my patient-”

“It is a monster-”

“Yeah, I gathered that Damien, thanks, but you still aren’t touching him. He’s my patient, and he’s one of a kind, and he’s not gonna hurt me. If he wanted to, he definitely already would have tried something. He’s still weak as hell but he’s stubborn and he would have tried, if he really wanted.”

“Of course the monster wants to hurt you, my precious flower. That is simply what monsters do.”

Rilla scowls hard, turning away from him to pull the curtains aside, realizing with no small degree of wonder that it’s dark outside again. Already. Already? Before she woke Arum to discuss pulling the talon out, she’s sure it couldn’t have been much past sunrise. Saints she needs to sleep. But before she can-

“Damien, I’m gonna put this as simply as I can. He is my patient. That means that it’s my job to take care of him, and to make sure he’s safe and that his injuries are treated. I’m finally at a point where I’m making progress, and-”

“Finally,” Damien echoes, his brow furrowing as his thoughts churn. “Finally? How long have you- how long has this been going on, precisely?”

“Few days,” Rilla says, noncommittal. She- she isn’t quite sure, anymore. She’s been keeping hourly notes, coded longhand, but she’d put it on pause for the surgery, and-

“So,” he says, sounding pained, “when I came to you last, and asked-”

“I lied,” she says flatly. “I lied, because I knew you would respond like this.”

“I am attempting to do my duty, my love. I must protect you and every citizen of the Citadel, must cleanse the monsters' blight upon this land-”

“Not this monster,” Rilla says. “Not him. He doesn’t need cleansing.” She grins, a little wildly. “I already disinfected him pretty thoroughly.”

“You cannot jest about this, Rilla. Surely, surely you know I cannot allow this, it is-”

“Treason?”

Damien blanches, his face going vaguely ashen, and his voice is near-mournful when he answers. “Rilla, my heart, my forever-flower you know that I would never accuse you of something so vile-”

“Even if it’s technically true?”

Damien’s entire expression freezes, as if she has stabbed him. “You can’t mean that. You wouldn’t-”

“He was hurt, Damien,” Rilla says. “And I’m a doctor. I’m just doing my job, as far as I’m concerned. But I very much doubt that the Citadel will see it that way.”

“He is a monster, my love- he could- he could do anything to you, he could kill you or steal you away or-”

Rilla rolls her eyes. “Or lie in bed complaining about the fact that he’s too weak to even stand. Oh no. Whatever will I do to defend myself against the constant annoyance of monsterkind.”

“Rilla you have seen as well as I have the cruelties done by its ilk, the violence and pain! Any benevolence must be a trick, it must be, meant to lull you into a false sense of safety around such a dangerous beast! A devious machination, meant to make you lower your guard for the moment he will strike and then what, my dearest love? What will happen, when you, with your gentle miraculous healing hands, deliver the beast back to strength enough that he may enact his plan? Oh Saint Damien protect us, what will happen when he has been healed enough to harm again? What then, my Rilla?”

“He’s not gonna hurt me,” Rilla says, entirely dismissive. “He won’t. He-” she interrupts herself with a deep yawn, jaw going wide as tears pop into her eyes. “Oh, Saints. I thought I could have this argument right now but I absolutely can’t, Damien. Can you please just trust me, at least enough not to do anything tonight? Go back to the Citadel and we can talk about this in the morning. Right now, I’ve barely slept since I found him, and now that I think I’ve finally dealt with the worst of it and got him stable- I could really use a frickin’ nap.”

“No,” Damien says, slashing his hand through the air. “No, I refuse to leave you helpless and unprotected while that- that creature-”

“My patient.”

“Awaits a moment of weakness! Awaits a moment of vulnerability, wherein he may creep close and destroy you, or curse you, or- or any number of terrible intentions that could come to pass the very instant your mind is settled into well-deserved rest, my love. I cannot stand idly by while-”

“Oh for Saints’ sake, Damien, he’s sedated. He’s not going to slit my throat in my sleep. I promise.”

“It could all be a trick, Rilla. Even with your brilliant mind- the machinations of monsterkind are often more clever than one would expect, and what if this is all some scheme? You are a genius, my Rilla, the greatest doctor in all of the Citadel, and certainly the monsters at large are aware of your prowess, are aware of how many precious lives you have personally gentled back to the realm of the living after countless heinous beasts have expended their most vicious effort to send them to their grave! A doctor of your skill and status- surely monsterkind must be desperate to remove your ferocious protective presence from thwarting their attempts-”

“Damien. First, please try to keep your volume down. I know this is- stressful for you, but the hut is small and the yelling is- not helpful. Second- it’s really flattering that you think they’d pay that much attention to me but I really think you’re overreacting.” She takes a moment to breathe, then sighs quite deeply. “Look, if you’re so worried about it, you can stay here for the night.” She smiles gently, reaching a hand to cup his cheek. “I’m sure you already had a long day before coming over here. Come to bed with me? If it’ll make you feel better, if it’ll make you feel like I’m safer, you know that I love sleeping with your arms around me-”

“I cannot lie idle and sleeping while such a beast rests but one room over, Rilla! I cannot sleep at all while it remains a threat-”

Rilla sighs and drops her hand. “Fine, Damien, fine. If you don’t want to rest with me, then you don’t have to, but I am going to bed and you are not touching my patient. Understand me?” She glares, and the force of her ire could knock Damien to the floor. His mouth goes dry, his words freezing. “If you undo any of my hard work I will not forgive you for that. Do you understand me? I will not forgive you,” she says in a low voice, and Damien swallows. “I don’t care if you wanna sit and guard the door, that’s annoying but it won’t hurt anything, but don’t you dare interrupt his rest.” She pauses. “Or mine, for that matter. Now if you’ll excuse me, Sir Damien?”

She gives him a tight, angry sort of smile, then excuses herself towards her bedroom, her shoulders already sagging again with the weight of her exhaustion, and Damien’s heart aches for her, aches for her to be safe and rested and in his arms-

But he must do his duty, first. He must protect her.

Damien paces outside the door to the room the monster currently occupies, his mind roiling and racing and terrified, and he whispers low for guidance. Rilla’s hut is not particularly large, and he has learned his lesson many times that if he prays as he naturally wishes to, he will keep his beloved from sleep rather effectively, and he does not wish to anger her any further just now. So: whispers. Saint Damien will hear him just as well, anyway. It is only for the throbbing in his own heart that his volume yearns to rise.

A monster. A monster, and his beloved Rilla so determined to see it healthy again. One of a kind- and certainly that is even more of a danger than if this were some ordinary ogre, is it not? What tricks might this beast possess? He could have any magic, and skill, any trick up his sleeve-

“What if it is is not sleeping?” He whispers, eyes sharp on the door as he paces, compulsively drawing his bow, the curve of it feeling like safety in his hand. “What if it is already scheming, already creeping towards my Rilla’s room?” His volume is rising, he can barely control it, he tries, but the words are a deluge he caught up in, helpless, helpless. “What if it is already crawling close to her bedside while she breathes light and lovely into her pillow and then it smiles a demon’s smile in the dark and it laughs at her precious kindness and then at last it raises a savage claw-”

Damien chokes a breath, pressing a hand hard over his heart and another over his mouth. No. No, he is between the beast and his beloved. He would have seen- he would know. That- that is merely his fear taking him by the throat. He must stand tranquil against it.

“Saint Damien- oh Saint Damien please,” he murmurs low, wringing his hands and trying, oh trying to slow his breathing. “Please your tranquility my Saint, I must be tranquil if I am to keep her safe, as she deserves to be-”

Rilla forbade him from harming her “patient.” Forbade him from disturbing its rest, as absurd as that is (what foul dreams fill a monster’s mind in repose? What passes for peace in such a violent, chaotic creature?). But-

She did not forbid him from entering the room. Did she?

He considers that. He looks to Rilla’s bedroom door, closed tight against him.

No- not closed tight. If he abandons his charge to protect her and goes to lay by her side, he is certain that she will gather him up in her arms and her bed and soon he will be blessed to hold her soft and lightly snoring in his arms. She is angry with him, in some misguided way, but she did not lock the door. She would not lock him out.

She did not lock him out of the room where the monster coils, either, though.

He ponders, for a few moments longer, before the thought springs unbidden again- the monster, slipping off of Rilla’s examination cot, slithering across the floor, up the walls, over the ceiling-

What powers it may have, Damien does not know. Camouflage? The ability to creep, silent? He does know of the viciously sharp claws this creature possesses, the jagged teeth that showed in his slackly open mouth-

What if it is attempting to escape?

Out the window, yes, and then- anywhere. It could slither off to find cohorts, other beasts with which to return, to raze Rilla’s cozy, humble home to the ground. It could slink around the side of the hut, could find another window- Rilla’s window, could insinuate itself back inside and-

Another deep, shaking breath.

No. Even if the creature is silent, Damien will hear the pane of glass shatter, if the creature escapes.

He cannot simply-

Damien cannot-

Every moment it is unoccupied, his mind will spin. It will tumble down into the darkness of catastrophe, will show him newer and darker possibilities, and so long as he does not know, not for certain, what the monster is doing in there, Damien will be trapped by these feelings, these foul potentialities.

He must enter. He must have his eyes on this beast. It cannot possibly harm Rilla nor anyone else, if he has it safely under his scrutiny.

And Rilla did not forbid him from entering.

He has one hand on the knob of the door, one on his bow, and he creaks the wood open. His entire frame tenses for the strike, whether that strike be his own or the leaping of the monster, but no such strike occurs. It is dim, in the room. Dim, and still, and quiet.

It is mostly quiet, anyway. After a pause, the door ajar but not yet passed through, Damien recognizes the slow, soft noise of breath, coming from inside. He frowns, but he supposes that it is better, is it not, to know that the beast is still where he can keep an eye upon it. If he had opened this door and it was still as death, and there were no noises of life whatsoever- certainly that would have been a more frightening outcome.

Damien takes a step, and then another, and he leaves his hand on the knob as he suspiciously enters this shadowed place.

Still, no attack comes. The light pouring in through the doorframe illuminates enough that Damien can see the shape on the cot, a long figure curled slightly on its side, covers shifting slowly above its chest.

The monster breathes.

It is repellent. This creature, this vile thing soft-sleeping here in a room meant for human healing, for care, for the comfort of his lovely Rilla’s talents and compassion, it is abhorrent. And Damien knows that Rilla is compassionate, oh certainly she is, but this- this? Certainly, certainly, love, there must be some limits, mustn’t there?

The monster breathes and sleeps and does not move, and Damien is even more nervous, even more furious than he was before.

He paces, but the sound of his shoes clicking on the floor sets his teeth on edge. What- what if his noise wakes the creature? If it attacks him, certainly it would be justifiable, to retaliate. Of course it would. But-

Rilla warned him not to disturb the creature’s rest.

So, until she wakes again, at least, he will not.

There is a stool, close beside the bed. When he had entered earlier, Rilla had been perched just in front of it with her hands on the beast, as if she had been seated at some point, and slowly edged forward in tension and focus until she had hovered entirely away.

If Damien wishes to sit, he is going to need to come close enough to the beast to take the seat for himself.

He takes each step across the floor as if it could be rigged with traps, as if more monsters might leap from any given shadow. This… proves unjustified. Yet again Damien is unmolested by monstrous intent, and when he comes close by the bed he stares down at the creature.

Evil. Evil made manifest. Long limbs hidden beneath layers of cloth, sharp claws obscured, the angularity of that body made slack and strange by sleep, that reptilian face-

The monster’s mouth hangs just slightly open, the tips of sharp fangs barely, barely visible behind his thin lips, the ridged line of his brow softened, the low light gleaming on his colorful, mottled scales-

Damien’s jaw tightens. He picks up the stool and moves it away from the bed, moves it to the corner nearest the door, and he perches up upon it facing the bed with a hand on his bow and a scowl set on his face.

The monster does not wake for this, either.

He scowls for quite some time, until his cheeks are a little bit sore. Then he settles into a glare, his determination too strong to be unsettled by boredom. This is only a trick, regardless of the way this creature looks- fragile, curled there on Rilla’s examination cot. More of his scales are bandaged than not, from what Damien saw earlier, when Rilla was working upon him, and the frill at his neck is nearly in tatters, one of his elegantly curved horns cracked (Damien wonders if that is the sort of thing that heals- not that this creature will have time to find that out, of course), and even despite the undeserved serenity of sleep this monster looks exhausted.

A trick. All of it a trick, of course.

… but a very, very convincing one.

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note: okayyyy. i’ve been working on this one for about a week now, and i’ve finally decided to post it. this takes place around the time Inuyasha could not control himself from becoming a demon. basically an unfortunate Kagome kidnapping and Inuyasha having to save her.

okie, i hope ya’ll like! xoxo

“Mhm,” Kagome’s eyebrows were furrowed, a distinct seriousness in her eyes as she nodded firmly. She was on all fours, staring down at the soil beneath her that was unbelievably soft against the pads of her fingers. An older man, probably in his late fifties to early sixties was also on all fours, eyes focused on the ground. He placed a small seed that he’d just explained to her was the shape of a tear drop and why, into the hole he’d made in the soil.

“Now, you’ll simply bury it and wait three days!” He exclaimed excitedly, pushing the excess soil back into the hole. His back popped as he sat back up and though it sounded painful to Kagome’s ears, he hardly seemed to notice. His palms, tanned and calloused rested on his thighs. “Do you understand everything I have taught you?” He looked at Kagome now with kind, green eyes. Around them were wrinkled, giving him an exhausted appearance though he was full of life. His slightly greying hair was thin and short, and he wore dirtied, old clothing.

“Yes, thank you so much.” Kagome was now resting on her knees as well, smiling genuinely at the man. Her palms also rested on her thighs. “I appreciate all that you have taught me.”

“Good, good.” The old man smiled, “What do you say we get some lunch now, young Kagome?” As he began to stand, his weathered body cracked and popped, and he grunted as he straightened out. Kagome couldn’t help but compare him with her own grandfather, feeling a sense of compassion for him. Of course, compassion Kagome easily felt for everyone, but this somehow felt different.

“Alright, I should also check on my friends too.” She placed a gentle hand to his arm and watched as he nodded. They walked together at a slow, comfortable pace. The sun was out, the sky a beautiful blue and the temperature a consoling warmth.  It was a beautiful day and she was beyond glad that they had stopped to rest, to take a break from the hunting of the jewel shard. Inuyasha did not seem at all happy about it, but they of course brushed him off as usual.

The village was like any other as they neared it coming from the fields, small wooden shacks for homes and convenient shops spread throughout. Children laughed and played, men working, women shopping and stray animals occasionally walking through. Once they made it to the village, Kagome finally removed her caring hand from the man’s arm.  

“Please, do tell me your name one more time?” Kagome asked, slightly embarrassed that she’d forgot it. But he only smiled at her and laughed wholeheartedly.

“Akihiko.” His laugh was authentic and kind, and Kagome couldn’t help but to love it. She laughed too.

“Akihiko,” Her eyes were bright with happiness. “I’ll return, I need to check on a couple of things if that’s alright.”

“Of course, take your time. I’ll fix us something to eat.”

-

“Miroku!” Sango’s shout could have been heard throughout the entire village and as Kagome rounded the corner she sighed and shook her head. She could only guess what Miroku had done to irritate Sango once again. You would think he’d have learned by now.

“Sango?” Kagome questioned innocently, poking her head through the doorway of their temporary home. She was just in time to watch Sango’s fist come down heavy onto Miroku’s head, knocking him over. She blinked twice before stepping in. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Oh, trust me,” Sango started angrily, an irritated twitch on her left eyebrow. “You aren’t interrupting a thing, Kagome.”

“Where’s Inuyasha?” Kagome looked around the small room, but sight of the hanyou she cared for beyond belief was not to be found.

“We haven’t seen him in quite some time.” Miroku stated matter of factly, dusting himself off as he stood. Acting as though nothing happened, just as he typically did.

“Oh, well I just wanted to let you guys know I’m spending time with Akihiko, a villager here.” She smiled at the simple thought of him. He was just so kind and accepting of her and her friends. He’d offered to teach Kagome things she’d have never learned in school back home, or even on any of their endeavors in this era. Even after, he still invited her to his home to eat and she was sure of it, to also learn more.

“Alright, we’ll let Inuyasha know if we see him before you do.” Sango nodded.

“Yea,” Shippo chimed in, coming from another room. “We all know how Inuyasha is when he finds out you’re too far away from him.”  He sat with a small ‘plop’ onto the floor next to Sango.

“He’s definitely in love.” Miroku also sat, reclaiming his previous seat before he’d been assaulted by Sango.

Kagome instantly blushed, “U-Uh,” She grinned nervously and threw her hand up as if to say he could stop there. “Okay, I’ll see you guys a little later.” She ducked out the door before anyone could say another word to embarrass her further, but as the heat in her cheeks began to fade, she couldn’t help but wonder if they all truly agreed on that, and if they were right.

-

Inuyasha sat on the outskirts of the village within the forest of trees, the limbs so high and thick with foliage that as the sun began to set, there was an evident darkness blanketing the area within. A calm breeze blew periodically, causing Inuyasha’s long, silver hair to blow carelessly with it. He sat in near silence, only the sound of ruffling leaves and running of the creek water in front of him in his ears. One arm was draped over a lifted knee, the opposite on the grass below and golden irises simply gazed into the water.

He had left when Kagome did to curiously glance at the entirety of the village, only he took it upon himself to leave the village. After a small argument about taking a break and Kagome’s continuous convincing that she would be “just fine” taking a look at the village alone, he’d found himself here.

Hundreds of thoughts raced in his mind though he sat seemingly tranquil. Thoughts of his friends, of Kagome, of the battles they had fought previously nearly overwhelmed him. The sight of his claws dripping with crimson, the scent of death in the air, the formidable desire to kill. Not just to kill but to murder, to cause suffering, to take pleasure in demise. Though he would never voice it quite the way he defined it privately, he was deathly terrified of what he hoped he would not permanently become.

He had spent all of this time looking to consume the jewel selfishly, to become no longer an essence of a demon, but one committedly. Now he was unsure of his yearning. What if he took the jewel for himself, and in the end killed the ones he truly cared for. What if he destroyed Kagome? The mere idea of tearing Kagome limb from limb shot terror throughout his entirety. He growled, disrupting the serene surroundings and shook his head harshly.

“No, I would never.” He said aloud, attempting lamely to convince himself that he could never do such a thing. However, looking back at previous battles, he had forgotten himself. He had left behind his heart, and only saw red. He only saw bodies, creatures and humans alike he only saw as prey. He had, however, kept his distance from his friends, from Kagome. Would there not though, be a time where he would not do that?

A scream pierced the air surrounding him and his eyes widened instantly. It was not just a scream, but Kagome’s. He knew he had stayed just close enough to hear her if something deadly was to come about, but he had doubted an appearance.

“Kagome!”

The spot where he had once sat became instantly empty.

-

Kagome stood frozen in the doorway of Akihiko’s home, eyes large and mouth parted in shock just after she had screamed due to the sight before her. “Akihiko!” She darted forward then, running to aid him as he lay seemingly lifeless on the floor of his kitchen. Blood was splattered in several places, so much staining Akihiko himself that she could not tell yet where he was bleeding out.

Without a care for the blood she touched his face gently, “Akihiko, who did this? Where are you hurt?” She questioned, though without haste as not to startle him. He opened his eyes, a groan escaping his lips. When he spoke, blood carried over his lips and down his chin.

“Kagome, sweet… girl,” He coughed, “Leave. I will die h-here, you must leave.”

Kagome felt tears welling in her eyes at the sight of this man, this man she had just begun to feel a connection to, this man who reminded her so easily of her grandfather, lying nearly lifeless in his own blood. If only she had been here, if only she had not went to check in with her friends before returning. Perhaps if she’d been a little quicker in doing so at the very least, maybe he would not be in this position.

“Akihiko, please, please let me try to help you,” She pleaded, lowering her hands slowly down his torso until he winced. There was a gaping hole in his stomach, and with him being human that could only mean one thing. He would bleed out, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She blinked hard, a furiosity lighting within her, tears finally flowing.

“Who did this!” She shouted as she stood and turned, only to find a deathly darkness.

-

“Kagome!” Inuyasha shouted, feet planting hard on the ground as he fell from the sky, his arms immediately thrusting through the door of the small hut. His eyes narrowed at the sight of blood thrown everywhere, however the scent was not Kagome’s. It belonged to the elder man that lay on the floor. “Kagome!” He shouted again in question, knowing this could not be good.

He stepped in, uncaring of the crimson staining his feet and glanced around the hut. Kagome’s scent was evident, but she was no longer there. Damn it. I should have never left her alone.

Inuyasha turned away from the scene with a furious growl, fangs protruding, choosing to follow Kagome’s scent to the best of his abilities as he jumped from the front door to the nearest tree.

-

A sound of pain emitted from Kagome’s lips as she rolled on her back, the surface beneath her cold and agonizingly hard. There was a putrid smell in the air, but as she opened her eyes she was greeted with such darkness she nearly thought herself blind. “I-Inuyasha…” She whispered, as if calling for him. He always came for her, always made sure she was safe. He would this time, too. She just knew it. “Hello?” She questioned, though she did not shout it. She could sense the presence of a jewel shard nearby, but not nearly in the same location as her. Good.

She stood slowly, hands reaching out to touch anything that may be beside her. As she did however, she heard the rattling of a chain and her leg became heavier. She had been locked to something. Kagome lowered herself to hands and knees and with one hand she grasped the chain. She began to slowly, cautiously, crawl the length of the room whilst following the chain. She had to get out, get as far as she could. She had only gained a few feet when her hand touched something soft, silky. Like hair.

“Huh?” Kagome felt slowly what was in front of her, and realized it was hair. Her eyes were straining to see, but she was granted no such wish. Palm rising, her fingertips grazed an ear. A dog ear. “Inuyasha?” Her voice hasty now. Was Inuyasha locked in here too; was he hurt? “Inuyasha…” She lowered her hand to feel his nose, his lips, his chin, but once she reached for his chest there was nothing. Nothing but a pool of warmth.

By instinct she jerked her hand away, raising it to cover her mouth and she felt the warm liquid smear across her face. A terrified gasp had left her, piercing the air around her. She was unsure now that she even wanted the darkness to unravel, but she needed it to.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, a light shone far away. It was small, but not dim in the least. Kagome could do nothing but stare at the brightness, too terrified to look down and see the blanket of darkness rise from who she was frantically praying was not Inuyasha. There’s just no way-Inuyasha could not die.

Suddenly the light became larger, beginning to fill the entire space. She realized then it was the glow of the jewel shard. It revealed a room made with cement blocks, cement floors and a large cement table littered with tools she had no intention of knowing about. There were jars of all different sizes with a murky green liquid within them as well as claws, fangs, even eyes.

“U-Uh…” She sat back on her knees in shock, hand still covering her mouth. Without warning, her eyes lowered. An overwhelming feeling of relief washed through her as she saw it was not Inuyasha, but the head of a hanyou she’d never seen. Quickly she spread her hand on her skirt, attempting to wipe the blood from her hand, and with her sleeve she attempted her face. It only served to leave a stain.

The light became brighter despite her distaste of it. Her mind could only think of one thing, and that was her hanyou coming to save her. She had never seen anything of this nature, even as long as she had been in the Feudal Era. It was terribly unlike anything she had grown accustomed too, and though she did not present it outwardly, she had become terrified.

“Inuyasha…” She whispered, so quietly that it seemed any person even next to her could not have heard her.

“Ahhh,” A voice, hoarse though joyful began to speak, and with it’s presence, Kagome gasped. “You wish for your horrid half breed to save you, huh?” A chuckle that soon became an inhumane laughter erupted. “He won’t come! I’ve gotten you, and I’ll have every last inch of your body collected for years to come, simply for my pleasure…” Nearing the end, a growl accompanied the words.

Kagome jerked backward, her hands falling to the cold cement just behind her. Quickly she stood, nearly tripping as she began to run. She had no weapon, no one to save her, only her instincts. As she ran from the bright light behind her, she could only think of how she may not make it this time, instantly regretting her thoughts as Inuyasha always managed to save her, even if it were at the last second. Her eyes narrowed then, He will save me.

Just as the thought came to her, she was jerked harshly backward, the chain pulling her from behind. A scream escaped her, though it only echoed. Wherever she was now, she could sense that no one could hear her from the outside. She could only pray Inuyasha would smell her scent, and come for her.

-

“Kagome,” Inuyasha breathed raspily, running as quickly as he could through the trees, tracing only her scent as it was all he had. “I’ll save you, just hold on.” A scowl discovered his features, a darkening growl slipping past bared fangs. His pace quickened, his fire rat uncaring of the sharp briars that nipped at it’s cloth.

He had left behind Miroku and Sango both, also Kirara and Shippo, not even mentioning in the slightest that Kagome was endangered. He didn’t need them, though, he thought with a sharp grimace. He could do this all on his own, just as he’d done countless times before. Kagome was his to protect, and nothing could stop him.

-

“Inuyasha!” Kagome screamed breathlessly, knowing it was effortless though it was involuntary. She felt a slimy, cold hand grasp her ankle and claws dug into her skin, bringing forth blood.

“I’ll have a taste of every bit of you now…” The demon nearly slurred as he gradually, sickeningly, pulled her towards him. Its tongue was sharp, pointed as if it were a weapon, licking its full lips expectantly. The demon could smell Kagome’s scent so deliciously it were as though it could taste her. “You smell delectable.” It hissed.

Suddenly the bright light Kagome had been pulled towards deceased, and the darkness again surrounded her so callously that she could not even see her hands before her. Her nails had been dragging the cement, breaking, fingertips beginning to draw blood. An instantaneous feeling of slime began gradually creeping up her right leg, wrapping around her skin, chills sliding up her spine. The jewel shard is being defiled… oh no..

“Inu..yasha,” Kagome prayed for him to save her still, knowing that he had never failed before. He had always came to realize she was gone or either in danger, and rescued her just before anything harmful could have happened. Her forehead was pressed so harshly against the cement she could feel it scraping, her nails still digging into the coldness only to break.

“Don’t call for him, you hopeless wench…” The demon whispered, “I’ll have you, I’ll have your beautiful, large eyes, your delicious lips, your skin..” The pleasure of speaking these words only seemed to heighten the excitement in the demon’s tone.  

The slender, feeling as though it were a tentacle, continued to rise, reaching her thigh and just underneath her skirt. Another touched her face now, dripping with some type of thick substance, slowly tracing her lips and the line of her jaw. Kagome could feel the sting of tears in her eyes, teeth gritted so harshly they began to ache.

“You’re such a treat,” The demon licked his lips, and Kagome could hear the slurp of an unnecessarily wet tongue on ridiculously large lips and she nearly became sick. She lifted a hand to cover her mouth, the overwhelming urge to become sick nearly overcoming her. A click emitted and she felt the chain being released, the demon feeling confident that it held her permanently within his grasp.

“Kagome!” Inuyasha’s shout was so solitarily, so deafening, so monstrous that Kagome jumped at the sound of it. Thereafter though, she quickly became relieved, knowing her hanyou was there to save her.

“Who's there!” The demon shouted instantly, rising to face Inuyasha in the shadowiness. Kagome lifted her head to see, but even her large, chocolate eyes could not see her beloved hanyou. She could not see anything at all, she could only feel the tentacle like limbs had left her finally, and there was a certain indescribable relief that accompanied that.

“I’ll kill you, you half breed!” The demon exclaimed, tentacles reaching outwardly at a haste, attempting to grasp Inuyasha.  Kagome still could not view a thing, though she could hear the drips of  a thick substance falling against the cement before her, and she knew the demon was after her hanyou. Her legs burned now, the fluid that had birthed from the tentacles now seemingly scarring the skin of her face and leg.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try that!” Inuyasha unleashed his Tessaiga then, a sudden brilliant light entertaining the room. At that moment, Kagome could see everything, her eyes wide as she watched from the ground Inuyasha’s Tessaiga brighten, ready to unleash its power. “Wind scar!” His shout shook the room, an indescribable dazzling glow illuminating everything around her.

Quickly Kagome stood, while she could still see, and ran underneath the demon towards her hanyou. She bared no time to look up, she only knew from her peripheral vision that the thing had many tentacles adorning it, swishing around in the air as if the demon itself had no control over them. Once she made it behind where Inuyasha would eventually land, she turned quickly to find the jewel shard for him. It glowed a vibrant black in the demon’s pale neck, and she stood shocked at the appearance of the demon itself. He had large, bulging eyes that held no color, only thin, black pupils. It’s skin was a sickening paper white, and lips exaggeratingly large and a putrid green color. Along with the tentacles, he had a pair of unnaturally long arms, and his body was extremely thin. He wore simple, black clothing.

Kagome was forced out of her disturbance once the wind scar seemingly engulfed the demon, but somehow she felt as though it would not be enough. She had a horrible feeling in her gut, and her hand squeezed her shirt against her stomach. With her other, she wiped the drying liquid from her face, having to scrape it in places with her sore nails. The burn began to waver, but she could feel the blood she’d left behind from her injured fingers.

“Inuyasha!” She shouted over the raging wind that the wind scar had effortlessly created, “The jewel shard is in his neck, right in the middle!”

“Alright,” Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder and with a very serious expression on his face, anger lit in his eyes, he demanded Kagome to stay back. “Stay back, Kagome! I’m going to teach this ugly thing a lesson for messin’ with what’s mine!”

Just as Inuyasha looked forward, he was knocked harshly across the room and into the cement wall, and Tessaiga fell from his grip. He had been hit with such force that the cement crumbled once he hit it, and an indent was created. The demon took this time to light a small torch attached to the side of the seemingly endless room, so that he himself could see his opponent.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome exclaimed, eyes wide as she watched him be thrown into the wall, and heard both the cement and Inuyasha’s body crack with the impact. She had yet to notice that Tessaiga had fell in her fear for Inuyasha, but once she did she would realize that could only mean one thing if Tessaiga was not returned to him quickly.

“I pity you, you disgusting excuse for a living creature!” The demon hissed, and although seemingly angry, suddenly burst into a fit of inhumane laughter. “She’ll be mine just as soon as you are dead!” A tentacle shot from his body and slung Tessaiga across the room with one simple hit. “Fight me without a sword, let us see just how pitiful you are.”

Inuyasha slowly rose from the wall with teeth bared, the expression on his face could only show that he was completely infuriated. “What the fuck did you say to me?” His growl was deep and extremely evident then.

From across the room, Kagome stood frozen. Oh no, Tessaiga… and I can’t see so far as to get it, and Inuyasha will… he will.. She could only gasp, her thoughts involuntarily disrupted as she watched Inuyasha’s eyes suddenly become a crimson red, purple markings adorning the sides of his face, and his face itself had seemingly transformed into something more horrid, his fangs larger and his scowl more terrifying than it had ever been.

“Inuyasha…” Kagome nearly whimpered, a sadness overtaking her. She hated to see him this way, despised seeing such a demonic power overcome him. The hand that had once gripped the cloth in front of her stomach now pressed hard against her chest.

“Oh, how delightful,” The demon grinned so largely that it was not proportionate, showing off a complete array of snow white teeth. “The doggy has come out to play!” A tentacle shot from his body once more, aiming straight for Inuyasha.

Inuyasha pressed his feet firmly against the cement and shoved himself off of it, “I’ll fucking kill you.” He snarled, his voice even having changed to something much deeper and much more demonic. As he flew through the air, he swiped effortlessly at each tentacle that attempted to grasp him, his elongated claws slicing through them with ease. Each one released a spew of blood and an almost seemingly glowing green liquid that splattered onto Inuyasha’s face and body. He did not care.

Kagome watched, feet planted to the ground, her body unable to move and eyes unable to look away from Inuyasha. She did not fear him, she never had when he was in this state. She only felt a particular sadness, wishing for Inuyasha to return to himself. Becoming this demon meant nearly becoming heartless, and he would kill for the fun rather than justice. Already her heart ached for him, her fingertips pressing further against her chest. She missed her hanyou.

“You think you can kill me, do you?” The demon played, another tentacle growing to replace one he had cut down. “Take this!” All at once every tentacle that belonged to him seemingly became sharper, and shot together towards Inuyasha.

“Fuckin’ stupid mistake.” Inuyasha hissed, not an ounce of fear in his body, and he did not budge from his place in the air. Only raised one claw, readying to cut down each one.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome shouted, almost sounding as though she were pleading with him. Please move… She begged privately, but she knew her efforts would remain useless.

A shower of blood and green fluid erupted in the air, accompanied by the harsh sound of flesh being torn apart. Kagome winced and stumbled backward, droplets finding her clothing but thankfully her face was given a rest.

“Huh!” The demon’s eyes widened, nearly bulging from his head, again seemingly unproportional with his structure, his body taken aback by the actions played out before him. Every tentacle had disappeared, and with his consternation he had not yet created anymore. He had ran out of time.

“Die!” Inuyasha appeared before him, a thirst for carnage having overcame his expression. With a single swipe he tore the skin from the demon’s face, and behind him Kagome flinched at such a murderous sight. Blood again spewed everywhere, and with just one more hit, Inuyasha hacked the head from the demon’s body, eliciting more than one sound of dismantling a body and privately he relished in it. The demon’s body fell to the ground in a boneless heap, and the jewel shard had been slung conveniently near Kagome. Despite the glow from the side, Kagome could not look at it or even begin to obtain it. Her gaze never left Inuyasha as his feet touched the ground with his back still facing her, claws raised with blood dripping from them.

“Inu...yasha?” Her voice was nearly a whisper, one foot managing to take a step forward. “It’s okay now.” She attempted at consoling him.

Inuyasha needed no consoling now, his head turning with a harsh crack in his neck to look at her over his shoulder. His eyes were narrowed, and the fangs had yet to hide themselves. “What did you say?” He growled.

No fear touched Kagome’s heart though and she stood her ground. “It’s okay now… we’re safe.” Without any hesitation she began running, full fledged toward Inuyasha. Even as he turned to face her, such an evil expression etched over his face, she did not pause. Uncaring of the blood that covered Inuyasha, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her for an embrace.

Inuyasha appeared taken aback, a gasp falling from his lips and his eyes large as she threw herself at him. Gradually his eyes faded to a lighter pink before becoming white once more, his claws returning to normal size and fangs joining them. Kagome’s presence with purifying in itself.

“Ka..gome..” He whispered, body relaxing against hers now and a pained expression of regret embodied him. “What did I…”

“You saved me, Inuyasha.” She interrupted him, unwilling to allow him to be consumed by guilt over something he could not help. “Thank you so much.” Her voice slightly shook and she looked up at him with tears gleaming in her eyes, but such a beautiful smile adorning her lips. She could still feel the tentacles crawling up her body, the demon attempting to take over her, and if it had not been for Inuyasha, she feared the disgusting fate that would have awaited her.

“I, Kagome…” Inuyasha had only taken a mere second to smell the overwhelming scent of blood, knowing it now stained Kagome’s blouse and skirt and skin, but she must not have cared. He sighed as he wrapped his arms around her, to hold her close, only thankful he hadn’t hurt her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” She whispered, “We’re alright now.” Still she smiled enthusiastically, despite the tears in her eyes. Inuyasha admired that. He admired that despite everything Kagome had seen in him, her love for him never faltered. He did not deserve her.

“Thank you.” A gentle smile came to his lips, affection clear in his gaze.

Kagome did not have to ask why he had said it, for she already knew. She hadn’t lied though. Standing here now, after all the events before (a particular sadness still wrenching her heart over Akihiko), his arms wrapped protectively around her and a love he would hardly speak about in his eyes, everything surrounding them was alright, just as they were.

And that was all Kagome ever hoped for.

#inuyasha #inukag #inukag fic #kagome #kagome higurashi #my fic #fanfiction #inukag fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fanfic

[curiouser-and-curiouser-fics]

📩 you know we gotta do it for the bae Snotlout

All right, time for Snotlout!! (Mind you this is in a Snotlout x Reader light/perspective@hotemotionalmess, you’re the best!

A—animals | do they have any pets? if so, what kind?

Besides Hookfang, you and Snotlout would have a Terrible Terror or two, probably yours from before you moved in with him/married him.

B—bathroom | what are their bathroom habits? do they have weird toiletries?

You use the bathroom for its intended purpose…Snotlout uses it for alone time. He actually uses more oils and soaps than you do, but do you really expect any different?

C—children | do they want kids? would they be biological or adopted? what would they name them?

Heck yeah Snotlout wants kids. He definitely wants them to be his own, saying that they’ll only be amazingly awesome if they’re Jorgensons too. He had originally suggested naming your first child Snotlout Jr., but you had immediately said no way and suggested Stoick, in honor of the fallen chief.

D—dates | where did they go for their first date? do they go on dates regularly?

Snotlout was surprisingly romantic for your first date, probably because he wanted to impress you enough to get you to stay with him. He had a huge basket full of food that he made (because he can cook) and took you to a hilltop where you could get a perfect view of the sunset. When the both of you have time, he loves to spoil you and take you places.

E—embarrassment | do they like or hate PDA? do they rile each other up?

Snotlout loves PDA! I don’t think there’s much debate on that. You don’t mind it too much, although you like to do stuff to him in public to rile him up, since him teasing you in public never fails to fluster you (which is one of the reasons he does it).

F—fights | do they fight often? how do they make up?

On the semi-rare occasion you and Snotlout do fight, it’s about stupid, trivial stuff. You guys don’t usually squabble about anything serious, and if you do, making up doesn’t take long. You can’t keep up the silent treatment for very long, especially when you find him crying in your room because he feels so bad about how he treated you/what he said/did.

G—gifts | do they give gifts often? are they big or small?

Oh, Snotlout spoils you to no end. He’s constantly picking up something from the market, and definitely from the traders when they come by. Whether it’s a simple rose or an exquisite new piece of clothing, he’s constantly showing his affections through words, kisses and hugs, and gifts!

H—home | where do they live? when did they move in together?

Berk, obviously. You moved in with Snotlout after a year of dating.

I—illness | do they care for each other when one is sick?

Yes! Snotlout goes the extra mile when you come down with something. He’ll make soup, wash and dry your handkerchiefs, and give you back rubs. When he catches a man cold, you give into his whining and begging and cuddle him, feed him…basically do anything for him.

J—jokes | do they tease a lot? do they have inside jokes?

Oh, yeah. You and Snotlout have the weirdest inside jokes, some of them being just words, but you know exactly what the other means when you say it and can’t help but laugh.

K—kisses | who kissed who first? do they kiss a lot? do they kiss in public? where do they like to be kissed?

Oh boy. 

I don’t know if you’ll be surprised to read this or not, but you were the one to initiate your guys’ first kiss. Snotlout was so nervous he was literally shaking, so you swooped right in and snatched up that opportunity like there was no tomorrow. After that, Snotlout was a lot more at ease, and there was barely a moment between pecks on the cheek or lips or forehead. Kissing in public is definitely a thing for you two. For him, it’s showing everyone else that you are his; for you, it’s embarrassing him by doing it at the most inopportune times (i.e. when he’s talking to Gobber at the shop, when his dad walks by, when he tries to look macho in front of Chief Hiccup).

Snotlout likes kisses on the cheek, to him it’s a sign of pure love, plus it’s just the cutest thing in the world to see you stand up on your tiptoes to reach his freckly cheeks. You like kisses on the lips, Snotlout’s pretty talented… ;)

Bonus: Whenever you hold out your hand, Snotlout grins and kisses it like a True Gentleman™️. Have fun with that image.

L—love | who said ‘I love you’ first? how do they show it?

You kissed Snotlout first, but he was the one to say those beautiful three words for the first time. He knew he loved you from the start, and he knew it was the same for you (as far as the kiss went, he was just so nervous about making an advance and you not being as ready as he was). He shows his love through words, physical affection, and gifts; you express yourself through words, the physical, and food.

M—meals | who cooks? what do they usually cook?

You both cook, and since Snotlout is out doing work or helping to train new Dragon Riders, you do a lot of it in the evening. You get to wake up every morning to the smell of breakfast. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. As far as what is cooked, it’s the typical Viking stuff: meat, bread, nuts and berries, stew, things like that.

N—nicknames | do they shorten each other’s names? do they have pet names?

You like to call him Snotty, just to get on his nerves (something he finds sort of admirable). To whoever’s reading this, I have no idea what your name is, so just imagine he calls you whatever the short version of your name is. Sorry, I can’t be creative this time. (it’s so weird to imagine him calling me Mel…)

Oh, Thor, the pet names! Your list consists of: Snot, Snotty, Snotman, honey, sweetheart, darling…the usual. Snotlout loves to call you doll, dollface, and sweet thing, although his default is babe/baby, as we all know.

O—outsiders | what do others think of their relationship? have they ever been walked in on?

The Dragon Riders were weirded out to no end, that’s for sure. They had no problem with the two of you being together though, and eventually came to thank you for mellowing out the Snot. As far as getting walked in on goes, the worst that’s ever been unearthed was a bit of a make out session.

P—proposal | who proposed first? who does the wedding planning?

Snotlout wanted everything to be traditional, so he proposed to you. You do planning together, but you’re better with the decorations than the announcements and technical things. That’s definitely Snotlout’s area of expertise. 

Q—quest | have they quested together? has one done something crazy for the other?

You guys have done some pretty crazy stuff together. It started out with simple flying stunts around Berk, then it was building your huts on Dragon’s Edge, then fighting against Drago’s dragon army.

The real question is: is anything Snotlout ever does not crazy? If one instance had to be picked, it would have to be the time he flew all around the archipelago just so he could find one of Berk’s traders and get you a new bottle of ink, since you had run out just that morning. 

R—rainy day | what do they do?

Stay inside. It gets crowded though, because Hookfang doesn’t like thunderstorms and has to be with his owner/best friend. You usually read a book—a concept Snotlout doesn’t quite get—, and he’ll busy himself with either cleaning up the house or practicing whittling.

S—secrets | do they keep secrets from each other? do they plan surprises?

Any secrets that are kept secret aren’t important, at least not to the relationship. Nothing earth-shattering. The only things Snotlout keeps from you are a few of his insecurities about himself, especially anything that has to do with his dad. If you have any secrets it’s probably a fear or phobia. 

T—traveling | do they have holidays? journeys? 

(For Americans like me, ‘holidays’ here means vacations.)

Vacations, not really. There’s not many places to go, and anything anywhere else in Europe is too dangerous (they don’t quite like Vikings over there).

Journeys, that’s more probable. Sometimes it’s to another island in search for dragons or vegetation. Sometimes it’s on foot to the other side of Berk to send news or fetch Gothi.

U—urges | do they pine for each other? how often do they think about each other?

I don’t know about ‘pining’ so much. You two don’t have much you’re aching for. You’re enough for the other, so it’s not like there’s much you’re missing out on, even when you’re apart. You do think about each other a lot though. For Snotlout it leans more toward thinking about you, if you know what I mean. When it comes to you, it’s more like ‘Snotlout would think that’s funny.’

V—virtues | what’s their favorite thing about each other?

Snotlout loves your heart. You have such a huge compassion for others, especially children. It reminds him of his mom, and of everything his father could stand to learn. 

You love Snotlout’s loyalty. Ain’t no way that boy leaving you. And he makes sure you know it every single day. 

W—wedding | who plans? is it big or small? is it smooth sailing or rocky?

Snotlout plans the technicalities and financial processions; you take care of the decorations and pretty things (you’re not ashamed to admit you got a lot of help from the twins). The wedding itself is a pretty big deal, especially to Snotlout. He wants to show his dad that he can still do great stuff even though he’s not following the path his father laid out for him. You were afraid something would go awry, but neither of the kids dropped or lost the wedding rings, no one stuttered during the vows, and no one booed (you never know with Vikings).

X—Xenia | what’s it like to be their guest?

Well…there’s good food.

Z—zzz | what are their sleep habits? who’s the big/little spoon? what are their pajamas? who snores?

You both head to bed kind of late; you have stuff you work on beforehand. You both take turns being both of the spoons. Most of the time Snotlout is the big spoon, because he knows it makes you feel safe and protected. Whenever you’re the big spoon you have Snotlout’s head on your chest or nestled under your chin, so you can play with his hair and kiss the top of his head. If he’s having a hard time sleeping, he just pokes your arm, and you instantly know what he wants.

Luckily for you, Snotlout sleeps in his undergarments. Luckily for Snotlout, you sleep in one of his tunics (he seems to like it).

#Snotloutsnores He says it’s because of all the times he’s broken his nose, and he’s right. It doesn’t bother you, though. Your father keeps himself busy at night sawing logs, so you’re used to it. He says you snore too—he discovered one day when he came home to you napping on the sofa—but he thinks it’s cute; he said it sounds like a baby Fireworm roar.

#httyd #httyd 2 #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #snotlout #Snotlout Jorgenson #snotlout x reader #headcanon #headcanons #melanie answers #alphabet game #otp fluff #hookfang

[woildismyerster]

Hi i know ive asked this before but you might not have seen it so i was wondrring if you could do a crutchie x reader were crutchie is a hufflepuff and the reader is a badass ravenclaw. I would really appreciate it if you u did luv ya 👋

Yeah, I saw it!  I was on vacation for a week, and I always have at least 20 requests in my ask box, so I just didn’t get to it before you started worrying.

Madame Pomfrey sighed when you entered the Hospital Wing on a stretcher.  “Again?”

“I had an idea,” you mumbled.

“A stupid one,” she said, eying the boils on your hands.  She poked one; it opened up, a smelly blue liquid spilling out.  “What did you do?”

“I had this idea in Potions - if I could find a way to make the body expel the smoke from a Pepperup Potion some other way -”

“More experimentation,” Pomfrey said.  She saw a lot more of you than she wanted to.  You had joked once that she should thank you; it must be nice to have interesting cases instead of basic healing, right?

She was not amused.

“Mr. Morris?”  She shouted the name over her shoulder, jotting something down on her clipboard.

Crutchie, a Hufflepuff in your year, came out from behind a screen in the back of the hall of beds.  He grinned at you for a second, but it dropped when he saw your hands.  “Merlin, Y/N.”

“Merlin had nothing to do with this,” Pomfrey said with a sigh.  “Here’s what I need you to do -”

She walked him through the steps.  You listened carefully, but startled when you realized that she was putting Crutchie in charge of fixing you up.  It wasn’t that you didn’t think he could; you had never realized that Pomfrey was the sort to delegate.

Crutchie turned to you, wand out.  He shot you an apologetic smile.  “I’m going to have to pop them.”

“Let’s get this over with.”  You watched him poke the first.  His eyebrows shot up when the blue billowed out.  He said nothing, though he performed the Bubble-Head charm on the two of you to block out the smell.

“Did you do this, or did somebody do this to you?”  His voice was warped by the bubble, but easily understood.

“Myself,” you said.  “Potions.”

He laughed.  “That’s, what, the third time this month?”

“How’d you know that?”

“Pomfrey offered me an internship,” he said with a hint of pride.  “I’ve been on paperwork for a few weeks, but she’s ready to put me on the floor.”

“That’s awesome.”  Really, it was impressive.  “Maybe you could show me how to -”

“No.”  When you startled, he gave you a sheepish grin.  “Sorry, Y/N.  I’ve been given specific instructions not to enable you.”

“From Pomfrey?”

“And McGonagall.  Flitwick.  Dumbledore owled me.”

You laughed, surprised.  “That’s ridiculous.  It isn’t enabling me to show me how to -”

He poked anther boil, giving you a pointed look when it bubbled over.  “Really?  It isn’t enabling you if I give you the ability to clean up your own messes?  You can honestly tell me that you wouldn’t make more messes?”

You mumbled something about messes being a subjective term, and he laughed.

You watched him work, curiosity winning out over disgust.  In the back of your mind, it occurred to you that this was not the way you would normally want a boy to see you.  Crutchie was too kind to make his disgust obvious, but you couldn’t imagine him looking at you now without remembering this.  At the forefront of your mind, you thought about alternative ways to get rid of the smoke.  Boils were not ideal.

Crutchie had come to the Ravenclaw table to grab a bit of toast, and he had stayed to talk to you.  

“Have you ever had Hagrid in the Hospital Wing?”  You slathered jam over your toast, trying to keep it from clumping in one spot.  “I feel like he’s gotten himself in trouble before.”

“Pomfrey usually goes to him,” Crutchie said.  “I don’t think he wants anybody to hear about what he’s doing down there.”

“What’s he doing?”  

Crutchie looked around quickly, clearly wanting to keep others from hearing.  “I don’t know, but he gets an awful lot of burns.  Stings, sometimes.  I heard her say once that Hagrid makes things.”

You felt yourself go starry eyed, but you couldn’t stop the excitement at the thought of it.  “Creatures?  He breeds his own creatures?”

“Y/N,” Crutchie said.  His eyes narrowed.  “No.”

“I should go down there.”  You were talking more to yourself now, imagining combinations of creatures that may be compatible.  “Maybe I could help.  It isn’t illegal for me to do magic, after all, so maybe -”

Crutchie put a hand on your shoulder.  “No.  Don’t.  I’m pretty sure that you’ve gotten enough detentions to get kicked out of school already.  If you do something overtly against the rules, you’re toast.”

“Is that a pun?”  Without pausing to get an answer, you shoved your breakfast in your mouth.  “Nevermind.  I’m going down there.  If I get hurt, can I come to you directly?  Don’t want to get caught, now.”

He groaned.  “I never should have told you.”

“You’re wonderful,” you grinned.  “I knew being your friend would make life more fun.”

“We’re friends?”

You paused, bag dangling from one hand.  “Of course we are.  You’re my partner in crime, now.  It’s unavoidable.”

You dashed out of the Great Hall, hoping Hagrid would show you whatever he was hiding in the hut.  As you left, you heard Crutchie muttering about making a mistake.  When you peeked over your shoulder while pushing the door open, you saw a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

“You really don’t want to be my partner,” you told Crutchie.

“I think I do,” he said.

“I get dreadful marks,” you said.  

“You’re brilliant,” he scoffed.  “Ravenclaw, through and through.”

He was right about that, but not in the way he thought.  You did love to learn.  Sometimes it felt like there was nothing human in you, just pulsing curiosity.  It seemed as though if you weren’t careful, you would lose yourself in questions about how magic worked, and how you could improve it.

“It doesn’t translate into my homework,” you said.  Why did he want to be your partner in NEWT level Charms?  He surely wanted to do well, and you were not the way to get there.

“It does in mine,” he said confidently.  “Between the two of us, we’re bound to do something smashing.”

“I’m very good at smashing,” you quipped, “but not in a good way.”

When he laughed, you knew you would have to give in.  The fact that Crutchie wanted to be near you, even knowing how unpredictable your work was, was a magic that you did not understand.

“I have a very personal question,” you said.  “It really isn’t any of my business, but I’d like to ask it anyway.”

Crutchie looked up at you over the bottle of Skele-Gro.  You were sipping at a cup of it, avoiding his eyes.  “Okay, shoot.”

“I just - you’re a really good Healer.”

“That isn’t a question,” he said, “but thanks.”

“And there are other very talented Healers,” you said.  You grimaced when your right foot started to tingle again.  It was at times like this that you regretted testing new spells on yourself.  Maybe you should try to be more certain it would work, first.  In a way, it had.  You had been aiming for invisibility, and the bones in your foot were certainly gone.  You had figured out the Pepperup Potion, so maybe this would be within reach, too.

“I’m not sure that you know what a question is, Y/N.”

“Why haven’t you healed your leg?  Why didn’t somebody else heal your leg?”  The questions made your chest ache.  You wanted to know the answer; it had been eating at you since you met him first year.  You usually weren’t great at knowing the boundaries of knowledge, but even you knew that you shouldn’t ask.  Now that the two of you were friends, you just thought that maybe it would be okay.

“Ah,” Crutchie said.  He studiously looked at the label of the Potion.  “That.”

“You don’t have to answer -”

“This was as good as it got,” he said.  “Kids can’t control their own magic, not at first.  Sometimes it acts outside the person, but sometimes it acts inside.”

You felt sick.  “You?”

“Me,” he agreed.  “I was young, Y/N.  Young and alone.  The Healers weren’t really sure what I did, but my leg was ruined when I got to St. Mungos.  A curse, maybe, or just some thoroughly destructive magic.  They put it back together as well as they could, but the body is - it’s intricate.”

“So this is your healed leg,” you said.  “This was the best they could do.”

“Yep.”  His voice was light, and you couldn’t tell if he was upset that you asked.  He nodded at his cane, leaning against the bed.  “It’s not so bad.  Some wizards magic their canes and staffs.  I’ve got some serious potential with mine.”

“You could put your wand in it,” you said thoughtfully.  “Hiding in plain sight.”

He grinned.  “Now we’re talking.”

You didn’t bring up his leg again, though you did draw up plans for a cane to beat all others.

Crutchie beamed at the ‘O’ on the top of the Charms assignment.  “And here you thought we’d make a dreadful team.”

You shrugged.  “I kept it together for you.”

“Self control,” he said.  “Who knew you had any?”

“I certainly didn’t.”  You grinned back at him.  The both of you knew that you got good marks on many things; it wasn’t surprising that you did well when you put your mind to it.  “You’re making an honest Ravenclaw out of me, Crutch.”

“Hopefully not too honest.  Wouldn’t want things to get boring.”

You laughed when he elbowed you.  “Definitely not.  I practically give the Hospital Wing a purpose, all on my own.”

“You keep it lively,” he agreed.  “I would probably die of boredom if you stopped coming.”

He left for Transfiguration, leaving you with a dopey smile.  It was the Hufflepuff in him, you told yourself.  He just knew how to rub you the right way.  He probably said the same things to everybody, and he probably meant them every time.  

You did not shape up for everybody, though, which seemed like a more pressing thing to consider.

When you walked into the Hospital Wing, Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen.  That was good.  She would have made this awkward.  When you got up in the morning, it had been with the certainty that you were ready to put yourself out on a limb.  If you were willing to risk physical pain - even death, occasionally - you ought to be able to risk emotional hurt.  “Crutchie?  You here?”

His head popped out from behind a curtain.  “Y/N, again?”  He walked out, eyes narrowing when he didn’t see an immediate ailment.  “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you said.  “Well, nothing physical.  I just needed to talk to you about something.”

He ran a hand through his hair, delight and duty warring on his face.  “I shouldn’t - I’m working.”

“It’ll only take a second,” you promised.  “Just a second, I swear.”

“Alright.  What’s the matter?”

“I really like you,” you said.  Straight to the point, as you were with everything else.  “I fancy you something fierce, really.  I thought you deserved to know.”  Having said your piece, you turned to go.  You wanted to know the answer to the question you hadn’t quite asked, but you thought you would give him time to come up with it.

“Wait.”  Crutchie sounded like he was near laughing.  “Aren’t you going to let me talk?”

“If you want,” you said, surprised.  “Do you have something to say?”

“Just that I like you,” he said.  He was beaming.  “If you wanted to go to Hogsmeade for the next trip, that’d be great.”

“Amazing.”  A slow, massive grin swept over your face.  He liked you.  He knew that you were a walking landmine, and that you liked being that way, and he still wanted to be in the blast zone.  “I absolutely want that.”

“Y/N?”  You had turned to go again, but Crutchie had taken on a playful tone.  “Let’s try for something uneventful.”

“We can try.”

“I’ll bring a first aid kit, just in case,” he added.

You laughed.  “That’s wise.  I’m sort of a disaster.”

“But a wonderful one,” he said.  He was practically glowing.  “The best sort.”

You could work with that.  A wonderful disaster.  A disaster with a wonderful boy who didn’t mind cleaning up the wreckage.  

#Newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies x reader #crutchie #crutchie x reader #crutchie morris #hogwarts AU #Ally writes

[plumeriafairy14]

For a prompt, maybe something involving either a beach or a ghost town? (Sorta in reference to how Charles and Akira first or last saw each other >3c that fic still gets me even like a year later)

DUDE YOU JUST WON’T LET ME LIVE DOWN CHARLES AND AKIRA. I’m still in pain from writing about them! 

Here’s the original fic that @knightlychika and I collaborated in during the @voltronbang 2017! It was such an experience and “Wait For Me…” will always be one of the stories that I’m proud of because I was given an opportunity to write the past setting in my country, the Philippines. (Also, I love WW2 and Reincarnation AUs). So without further ado, here is a short drabble about Keith and Lance returning to visit the place where they were forcibly torn away from each other in 1945, as Private Charles McClain of the second infantry battalion and Akira, a kamikaze fighter pilot for the 26th imperial fleet. 

February 14, 2018

Salt was in the air and the bay walk was crowded with people; vendors, joggers, tourists, and the like. For a small country, the Philippines was packed with people but Lance never thought that he would be back here. 

Seeing Manila Bay as Lance Delgado felt surreal. Not because of the people or the postcard pictures of Manila or even the threat of pick pockets that loomed in every city. The last time Lance stood on this very ground, he was named Charles McClain. He fought for the US in the 2nd infantry battalion as a sniper and he had to watch his lover die in front of him. 

His lover, the light in the darkness of his nights, the flower which bloomed in the battlefield; Akira, a kamikaze pilot for the 26th Imperial Fleet. 

“Are you, okay?” 

The familiar voice sliced through the clouds of his thoughts like sunshine. When he turned to look beside him, Keith was by his side, looking at him with worry in his eyes. Eyes the color of amethysts that shone bright from within with life like the stars from the very heavens placed themselves in them. 

Akira. 

But now, in this time and place that fate had reunited them, his name was Keith.

Akira had returned to him as Keith and Lance couldn’t be happier at such a gift from destiny. 

“I am.” Lance nodded. He re-adjusted his bag pack and stared at the setting sun that slowly sank to kiss the horizon covered by the sea. Tanker ships and freight carriers were silhouettes in the distance while the yacht club had turned on the colorful lights that adorned their boats. The night life started to bloom with ever second that passed by. 

He turned to watch the setting sun. “The brochure said that that Manila Bay is famous for its sunset. For me, it’s different. It’s painful.” Keith huffed. The back of Lance’s hand gently brushed against Keith’s, making the other briefly glance at him. 

“That doesn’t mean that it has to stay that way, right?” Lance smiled at his boyfriend. Their fingers intertwined and Lance lifted them to plant a gentle kiss on Keith’s knuckles. 

“Lance…”

“Come on, sweetheart.” Lance tugged on Keith’s hand. “Let’s come into terms with it, yeah?” 

“Together, huh?” Keith grinned at him. Shadows danced on his porcelain features as the sunset cast down on them. That smile that Lance had always love to see. The smile that had set his heart beating even seventy three years ago. 

“Yeah.” 

it wasn’t the same; the sand that absorbed their blood had been swallowed in not just by the tide, but the sea itself. There was a large cargo ship that was docked nearby where the ruined warehouse used to be. Lance and Keith hopped off the bay walk railing and onto one of the massive piled rocks that served as breakwater. Lance felt a bittersweet pain in his heart; a pang of pain from the memories that were engraved in his mind. His hands curled into fists on his sides as he stared at the dark water of the bay. 

“Do you remember, Keith?” Lance asked quietly. 

Keith nodded. “I do. There wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about it before I met you again.” A shaky breath slipped out from his lips. “I don’t remember how dying felt but I remember the way you looked when I went down.” Keith took a moment to swallow the lump that barred his throat. “And I think that’s even more painful.” Then, he shook his head. “Anyway, bastard’s probably burning in hell.”

“You’re right, he probably is and I couldn’t care less.” Lance glanced up at the sunset that painted sky. The streaks of blues and oranges swirled along the clouds. Stars had started to dot the darker parts of the sky that the sun had left behind. “But now that I think about it, Keith?” he turned to look at his beloved. “I’d rather die than to live through the war without you in my life.” 

“Lance…” 

“This place doesn’t have to hold pain for us.” Lance fully turned to face Keith now. He reached up to cup the other’s face and he gently caressed the pad of his thumb across Keith’s fair cheek. “This was our grave and at the same time, it could be something else with a new meaning.” 

“What are you talking about, Lance?” Keith looked confused now. 

“I’m talking about something that I should have done seventy three years ago.” Lance replied before he glanced from side to side to make sure that they had privacy. The rocks they stood on were uneven so standing would have to do for now. 

Lance let go of Keith’s hand and fished something from his pocket; a velvet box.

“I’ve always asked you to wait for me.” Lance began and the box gave off a soft click when Lance opened the lid. Inside was a thick white gold band adorned with a single blue stone embedded deep into the metal. 

“Holy shit.” Keith sucked in sharply. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious.” Lance smiled at him. “I’ve loved you before as Charles and I love you now as Lance. And you know what? I will continue to love you no matter what name I have or which lifetime I’m in. I will always find you and I will always love you, Keith.” a soft laugh followed. “But this time is ours. It’s finally ours and I won’t waste it.” 

Those blue eyes locked deeply with dark violet ones that stared back at him widely.

“Keith,” Lance took a deep breath and steeled his gut before he chickened out. He hasn’t felt this afraid since seventy three years ago but this time, it was losing Keith to rejection instead. “I’ve…I’ve always asked you to wait for me but I won’t make you wait anymore.”

Carefully, Lance plucked out the ring from the velvet slit where it rested in the box and lifted it to eye-level in offering. “I ask you a different question this time.” his voice shook on the edges. “Keith, will you marry me?” 

There was only the sound of waves as the tide came in. In the distance, the blurry white noise of crowds and city traffic lifted along the sea breeze. Over the years, Manila Bay had become crowded and city pollution was evident. But to them, to Akira and Charles; to Keith and Lance… it will always have a meaning. 

Always. 

“Yes.” 

Lance snapped out of the dizzying anxiety and stared at Keith like the other grew a pair of horns on his nose. “What?”

“I said, yes!” Keith rolled his eyes but there was a small smile that graced his lips. “You’ve kept me waiting for this day too, you know.”

“U-Uhm, better late than never, right?” Lance laughed nervously. “I mean… well, I…”

“Oh, just put a ring on it.” Keith snorted but he smile fully now and that smile, those star-crested eyes twinkling in the Manila Bay sunset were the most beautiful Lance had ever seen. When Keith held out his right hand, Lance slipped the ring into place.

It was a perfect fit just like everything was right now.

Perfect. 

It was Lance who yelped when Keith threw his arms around his neck and yanked him close. Their lips crashed against each others awkwardly at first; Keith was too excited, but soon, their lips melded together and the kiss became lovely, warm, and again, perfect. 

The sun disappeared underneath the blanket of the sea in the horizon and they broke the kiss, both breathless. Keith grinned at Lance and he turned to cup his left hand on the side of his mouth before he shouted at the sea.

“Hey, Iverson!” Keith lifted his right ring finger like he flipped the bird. “FUCK YOU!” 

“Keith!” Lance gasped but then he burst out laughing. “That’s publicly obscene! We’re in a foreign country!”

“Meh,” Keith shrugged. “I just wanted to rub it in his face. I won’t get another chance.”

“Oh believe me,” Lance sighed as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist. “We have forever to prove him wrong.” He leaned in to plant a playful kiss on Keith’s lips. “So, you wanna find a place to eat? I heard Philippine malls are massive! We can find a nice restaurant then maybe,” he leaned in closer to whisper into the other’s ear. “we can continue to have fun when we get back to our hotel room. Gotta consummate the engagement, after all. Or would you rather we do it in a hut like we used to?” 

Keith playfully punched Lance’s shoulder but there was a blush that had crept up to his cheeks. He bit his lower lips to hold back the smile of happiness that he wore. “Sounds great.” 

Lance then took Keith by the hand and they hopped over the stone barrier and back into the sidewalk. “Come on, we gotta hurry. The Philippines has shitty traffic and the uber’s gonna get pricey once evening rush hour hits.” 

“Always so resourceful.” But Keith paused then sincerely said; “I love you, Lance.”

“I love you too, Keith.” Lance replied and squeezed Keith’s fingers as they intertwined, his gaze softening. “I always have and I always will.”

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A Lovely Day

Yona of the Dawn | Akatsuki no Yona

Yandere!Abi x Reader

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Abi wasn’t fond of visiting his King’s quarters, not wanting to withstand the sight of his sickly face and skinny body. It was disgusting. A god shouldn’t have been brought upon such unfair anguish in his dying days.

Ungrateful humans, Abi often thought. They don’t even care about their king.

It was true, with the exception of (Y/N)-- a common girl in the town square whom stood up for the heaven-sent warriors on a weekly scouting mission. It was a rare find to come across a human who hadn’t fallen to greed and hate, and instead see these dragons as equal-standing and as human as anyone else, if not considered above them.

“He’s not a monster! He didn’t choose his eyes to be the way they are!”

Abi did indeed take a liking to her, being the first human to not be so afraid of his presence. All four of them did, including Hiryuu who could only listen to the wonderful tales spoken of her by his warriors. But only the blue dragon was aware of how terrible an idea befriending a human would be, what with the countless consequences that would present themselves; her fellow townsfolk, to name a couple dozen.

“It’s not fair how the kingdom treats you all. You’re as human as we are, after all.”

“Damn right we are. They’re just a bunch of idiots and scaredy-cats,” Shuten scorned at the thought of them. “Oh, not you though, (Y/N). You’re fine.”

Abi watched the usually loud and grumpy dragon’s demeanour change at mention of her name, his heart strings tugged in an unpleasant way. “You should’ve expected it, Green Dragon. People aren’t as perfect as you stupidly think them to be.”

“Think you’ll still be funny if I put a spear through you?”

“I’ll paralyze you first.”

“Then you’ll faint like you always do, then I’ll kill you!”

Their bickering halted as an ornery call of (Y/N)’s name echoed to the group’s ears. Looking over the tall wall of the castle, they saw a man pacing back and forth the fields, his eyes scanning the land.

“Oh, shoot. I have to go, you guys,” she grumbled.

“(Y/N), do you get in trouble for being with us?” the white dragon queried.

“They’re just grumpy old people, Guen. They don’t understand you guys like I do,” she smiled. “I don’t care what they say; you’re all my friends.” She hopped off the wall and entered the stairway to the side, Abi joining her.

“Will you come back, again?”

“Of course I will! I love seeing you all.”

“All…?”

She stopped walking, giggling to herself before nudging him in the arm. “You, most of all. You know that.”

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he kept himself hidden from sight in the shadows as she exited the castle walls. Quickly, she ran back to his side, pecking his cheek before retreating off again. He smiled as he watched her leave, wishing their feelings didn’t have to be so secretive.

Returning to his comrades, the four dragons peered over the wall and spectated the exchange between (Y/N) and the stranger, watching aggressive hand gestures flying about left and right.

“He looks kind of angry…” the yellow dragon pointed out.

“Why couldn’t you get super hearing, Zeno? It’d make you way more useful than you are now.”

“Be quiet. I can lip-read,” Abi mumbled.

“What’re they saying, then?”

“Not telling.”

He watched their mouths intently, trying his best to interpret the conversation for himself. He started to feel an onset pang of guilt as the words he was making out sounded abusive and controlling. His eyes narrowed more in boiling anger, feeling the urge to use his nightmarish power right then and there.

The man suddenly grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist and began to pull her away as she strongly protested. The four had a vague idea what might have been exchanged, but were still shocked to see such violent-looking behaviour toward (Y/N).

“...That can’t be good.”

“That bastard--” Shuten was already on top of the wall ready to jump over to intervene, but Guen had him pinned with his bone-crushing strength, shaking his head.

“What did they say, Abi?” Zeno asked.

“She can’t see us anymore.”

“Well… I guess we had it coming.”

“Can’t we bring her back?”

“Don’t be stupid, Zeno,” Abi snapped. “She’ll get in even more trouble.”

“Dragon warriors...!” A puffed out soldier called out to them as he ran from the other side of the walkway. “It’s… It’s King Hiryuu…”

…

The sky didn’t look blue. It was dull. The sun was too bright and felt too exposing. His world was dark and lonely. His existence was nothing to all who breathed life; he could disappear and no one would bat an eye. Even (Y/N) hadn’t seen him in many months gone by, leaving him to assume he was forgotten by her, too. The one person who made him felt like he was worth something.

“Abi?” Zeno knocked before inviting himself inside. “You should come out and get some fresh air. It might do you good.”

The blue dragon’s eyes were tightly bandaged over, hiding his unorthodox eyes from the avarice of the soil. Man didn’t deserve him, or any of them, he convinced himself.

“Get out.”

“It’s hurting us to see you like this… What would Hiryuu think--”

“Hiryuu is gone, Zeno,” he hissed. “There’s no reason for us to be here anymore. Everyone hates us.”

“That’s not true! We’re here to bring peace and protect the people of Kouka!”

“And what of my peace!?” In a fit of anger he stood from the cold floor, lifted his bandage to reveal his dangerous aggression and stared directly into Zeno’s eyes. “I can’t hide my power like you three can-- I’m stuck parading around these cursed eyes and scaring everyone off like I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster! (Y/N) never thought you were!”

At mention of her name, Abi lost his composure. He pushed Zeno with his open palms against his shoulders, causing him to fall backwards into pots against the wall. The yellow dragon was completely stunned at his friend’s erratic behaviour, and froze.

“What would you know? You don’t even have power. You’re weak. You should count yourself lucky to be so useless.” Stepping over Zeno carelessly, he walked out into the sun-setting light for the first time in days, ripping the cloth from his eyes completely like it was a heavy chain.

“W-where are you going?” Zeno yelled out.

“To get her.”

Zeno didn’t dare stop him-- he knew he had absolutely no hope of winning against someone as deadly as the blue dragon. Instead, he subtly retreated behind Abi’s back to look for Guen and Shuten. Maybe they can stop him, he thought as he ran about the castle walls in desperate search.

He looked in every room, peered in every courtyard and asked every member of staff, until he reached the throne room. The good news was he found Shuten.

The bad news was Abi already beat him, and Shuten had his own spear in his chest pinning him to the throne.

“Think you’re still funny with a spear through you?”

With what little life the green dragon had left in his eyes, he spat blood at Abi’s feet and spoke, “Wh...what’re you gonna do…? Kill her?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Abi muttered before digging the spear in deeper until he was finished completely.

Zeno covered his mouth as he felt bile quickly rise in his throat. He watched him slowly turn his head to face him, standing in fear-stricken paralysis. The warrior’s eyes were glowing intensely in a number of different colours in the darkness of the room, at the same time looking so incredibly pained.

“(Y/N) is only mine. Do you understand? Because Green Dragon didn’t.”

The yellow dragon still refused to move as Abi strided past, the hem of his clothing brushing his shoulder being enough to make Zeno vomit everywhere. Abi knew he wouldn’t have to worry about the yellow dragon taking him on.

Abi was so close. He was in arm’s length of being able to feel something again, anything other than pain and a lifeless heart. He craved the purpose he felt when (Y/N) was around; from the times he would observe her from afar, he could tell she breathed so much life into those who had the pleasure to be in her presence.

“The world doesn’t deserve us, (Y/N).”

He couldn’t feel the soft grass tickling beneath his bare feet as he had the town square in his sights. He was completely numb with the exception of an extreme feeling of greed. From a distance he could see people smiling, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company like they bared no hate to him or his dragon brethren. He instantly loathed them for being so fake.

His feet toed the border of the small village before anyone noticed him. Pitch forks were grabbed and torches were lit as they wasted no time in charging him head on. “Begone, monster!” they cried.

Swiftly, Abi stole a sword from a nearby weaponry display and slew all within convenient range. Blood splattered onto bystanders who perhaps weren’t so against the dragon warriors. After what they were witnessing in this exact moment, their minds were probably changed as they fled for their lives.

“Where is (Y/N)?” He asked over and over monotonously, like a robot programmed for devastation.

“Abi!” a feminine voice called out.

He looked back and forth in rapid movements with his neck. It was the voice he’d waited to hear for so long. He longed to see her. He felt like he was going to die.

Abi’s eyes at lasted rested on her sparkling golden orbs. However, a different man stood by her side. He was yelling at her to go back inside a small hut as she tried pushing past him numerous times. Something glinted in his eye before he noticed they were both wearing rings; a symbol of eternally devoted true love.

He didn’t like her belonging to another man.

Taking a reckless gamble, he spear-threw his sword through the air, going through several other victims before at last striking the man in his stomach. Blood sprayed from his wound, as well as everyone else’s, creating surreal sprinklers that children often danced around in on lovely days.

And today was a lovely day indeed.

“(Y/N)...” he called out as he staggered toward her, looking like someone of the dead. “They don’t deserve us. No-one deserves us.”

“Abi… What’s happened to you?”

“I missed you.”

“...I missed you, too.”

At last they touched, their hands interlocking with their fingers. His eyes gazed at the empty space between them, though so small and easily fillable with intimacy.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come back… No-one would let me go, anymore. My father arranged a marriage for me--”

“Where is he?”

“...You killed him already. It’s alright.”

At last, Abi cracked a smile of content. “That means you won’t leave me again, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be mine alone, right?”

“Yes. Forever.”

“Then that’s all I need.”

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