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poetsofmyheart · 10 months

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my tears ricochet

chapter two. masterlist.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: death, nightmares

WORD COUNT: 2,912

NOTES: anyone wanna be added to a tag list? i’ve gotten a few requests so lmk :)

“what a shame she went mad, you made her like that.” - mad woman, taylor swift

now

the night peter walked me back to my apartment, i couldn’t get a single minute of sleep. my mind raced with thoughts about gwen and harry osborn.

the man who killed gwen was peter’s best friend.

what the fuck?

i couldn’t get it out of my head. the thought played in my mind like a broken vhs tape. stuck on a constant loop with no idea how to fix it. endless questions filled my brain. peters words flooding and repeating over and over.

“he was never caught.”

how does something like that happen? why did he do it? was he trying to get revenge? why gwen?

my mind raced with these questions all night. i ran through all possible answers until finally, at around five in the morning, my mind shut off. though, my peaceful slumber didn’t last long because i began to dream about gwen.

again.

i often dream about what happened the night at the tower. the details of that night have never fully been disclosed unfortunately. i only know part of what happened simply because peter had told me through tears after the incident, when he came in through my window.

although, it doesn’t matter because i only ever dream about the worst part of it all. the part where gwen falls to her death.

these dreams began a few days after her funeral. when the realization of her really being gone had settled.

i dream about her at the top of that tower, holding on to spider-man’s webs. i dream about her calling out for help, calling out to peter. i dream about what she must’ve been feeling moments before hitting the pavement. the fear that loomed over her body like a ghost.

right as gwen is about to let go of peter’s web, i jolt awake. i feel like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me.

the time on my desk reads 1:25 pm.

yikes.

i’m not awake for long when the questions that kept me awake for majority of the night come soaring back. i jump up from my bed and go straight for my desk. powering on my computer, i go to the search engine and search harry osborn. i read the top result.

HARRY OSBORN

SON OF NORMAN OSBORN, CEO OF OSCORP INDUSTRIES

oscorp industries sticks out to me. i remember that’s where gwen’s internship was located at. that’s where she used to work. everyday after school, i’d drop her off at oscrop before driving myself to my piano lessons. i’d pick her up after as well and we’d drive home together.

i scroll a little further down and click on the oscorp website. a fuzzy photo of harry loads on to my screen. an i.d. photo perhaps. the photo feels eerie, unsafe. he looks like a normal person.

knowing this perfectly normal looking man was capable of something so horrendous strikes me as bizzare. looking at him makes my blood boil and my vision turn red.

for another hour, i’m left researching harry osborn and oscorp industries. i look for clues that might help me find out what he’s up to these days, where he might be.

as i’m scrolling, i hear a tapping sound come from my window. the familiarity of it sends a wave of electricity through me.

i quickly x out of the tab i’m in and walk over to my window. when i open my curtains, i see a familiar masked hero waving at me. i roll my eyes and lift open the latch. “what do you want? and how’d you know which window was mine?

“i promised i’d tell you everything.” peter says, jumping into my room and ignoring the second part of my question. he takes a look around my room, which is currently a mess.

clothes scatter my floor. bras, panties, sleep shirts, and all of the above. old piano sheet music and coffee cups litter every corner, and my bed is unmade, the sheets hanging off to the side. i kick some undergarments under my bed before he can see them.

his eyes land on my closet. my closet is wide open, the photos i hung on the door forever ago are on full display. he walks over to my photo wall and his eyes linger on a specific polaroid of me and gwen.

the photo was taken at prom. me and gwen are holding each other close, gwen pressing a chaste kiss on my cheek while i smile widely at the camera. the memory feels distant, but not forgotten.

peter chuckles softly to himself. “feels like a lifetime ago.” he murmurs. his gloved finger traces over gwen’s face, then over mine.

i’m relived i can’t see his face. i’d pain me to see the heartbreak and anguish that’s most likely written all over his expression, threatening to spill over.

a few seconds pass by in silence before i clear my throat. peter turns around fast, almost like he’s forgotten he was in my room. “sorry.” he pulls of his mask, a sheepish smile plastered on his face.

he glances around my room a little longer, admiring some of the band posters on my wall. he’s about to go over to my computer when i remember my researching from just moments earlier. i manage to beat him to it and shut it off before the tabs can reopen.

peter is like an unattended child. he runs around, grabbing and inspecting everything he sees like a kid in a candy shop. not a single care in the world.

i’m closing my computer when i notice he’s gone.

then i hear the piano.

“seriously, peter?” he’s sitting at my piano which is placed directly in front of my couch, where a tv would normal sit.

“you still play?” he presses a few random keys, creating a cacophony of noise. the sound reverberates throughout my apartment. “yeah.” my response holds a hint of annoyance.

peter is well aware of my love for piano. in high school, gwen would drag peter to some of my concerts. it would come up in our conversations often as well. he’d talk about his love for photography while i talked about my love for piano.

i cringe as he continues to hit random notes. he drags his fingers up and down the keyboard then repeatedly hits the same key over and over again, smirking as he does. “jesus, can you stop that?” i make him scoot over so i’d have space to sit on the bench.

he reaches for my sheet music. “hmm,” he rifles through the slightly crumpled sheets. “fantasie?” my eyes widen and i rip the papers out of his grasp. “don’t touch that!” i reorganize the papers and put them back on my stand. i’m worried he’ll recognize the song.

“geez, sorry.” he holds his hands up in surrender, a sign he might not have noticed. he stands up from his spot on the bench and sits on the couch.

“play me something.”

“no.”

“why not?”

“because.”

“because why?” he raises a brow.

“because i don’t want to.”

“what about your audition. don’t you think you should practice with an audience?” it takes him a second to realize what he’s just said. his cheeks redden.

it takes me a minute to fully grasp on to what he said. “were you… spying on me yesterday?” my eyes narrow at him suspiciously.

he runs a gloved hand through his hair, a nervous tick of his i’m very familiar with. “i may or many not have accidentally overheard.” he admits.

“creeper.”

i try to hide my smile by looking down at the keyboard. i play a few random notes. mine are subtle and soft unlike peter’s obnoxious ones. they echo beautifully.

we’re quiet for a moment as we listen.

“okay, how about this.” peter says, sitting up straight. i look up at him. “how about you play me a song and i’ll tell you everything you want to know about gwen and harry.”

“or,” i stop playing. “you tell me everything i want to know, and then maybe,” i grin as i drag out the last word. “maybe i’ll play you a song.”

peter groans.

“hey, there was no specification about a song!” peter laughs, but it simmers away just as quickly as it appeared, his face becoming serious when he remembers why he’s at my apartment in the first place. “i’m sorry.” he says, frowning.

my smile fades.

“i’m sorry for not telling you anything about what happened. i just-” he shakes his head. “with everything going on and what happened to gwen, i couldn’t risk losing you too.”

something that hangs loosely in my chest tightens.

“gwen died because she knew too much about me. i couldn’t get you killed too. you knowing i’m spider-man is enough to put you in danger.”

“so, you kept me in the dark.”

peter nods. “that night, i tried so hard to keep gwen away.” he let’s out a humorless laugh as he recalls the tragic event. “for gods sake, i even webbed her to a car.”

as peter continues talking, i realize i’ve begun moving my fingers to the rhythm of fantasie.

one thing i’ve started doing to cope with gwen’s loss was of course piano, but when i’m away from the piano and need something to ease my mind, i move my fingers to the rhythm of the song.

“what about harry osborn? why’d he kill gwen?” i’m barely able to get the words out due to my throat tightening. i can’t bare to meet his gaze, so i continue to play with my hands. if peter notices, he doesn’t mention it.

“harry was sick. he developed an illness, the very same illness that killed his father. it was hereditary. he became this sick monster, he almost didn’t look like himself. everyone on the case calls him ‘the green goblin.’ he believed spiderman’s blood could cure him. i refused to give him blood, and when he found out i was spider-man, he used gwen as a way to get revenge on me.”

my suspicions from last night had been correct. it was revenge on peter.

gwen was the one who had to suffer the consequences.

“he took her and dropped her and i didn’t reach her on time.” peter’s eyes glaze over.

the full weight of what really happened to gwen lands on me harshly. the tears i tried so hard to push back fall freely down my cheeks and soon enough, peter’s words become overshadowed by the sound of fantasie. my need to block out the truth causes my fingers move against the keys the way i’ve grown to love. i forget about peter’s presence and for just a few minutes, it’s just me.

and gwen.

once i’m finished, i keep my eyes trained on the keyboard. and then i remember peter.

“whoa,” is all he says.

“i’m sorry.” i try to laugh off my embarrassment. my voice sounds nasally from the crying. peter’s intense gaze makes it all the more harder to recover from my outburst. “it’s just a thing i do. this was gwen’s favorite song on the piano and i can’t help but move my fingers to the rhythm when i think about her.”

peter looks caught off guard, but not from my sudden playing, but from the sudden tears on my face. before he can comment on it i ask, “so what are you going to do?”

peter’s concerned eyes turn confused. “about what?”

“how are you going to find harry osborn?”

“i’ve been trying to find him for the past two years.”

“and you haven’t found him yet?”

“i don’t need your help, if that’s what you’re implying.” peter stands up from his position on the couch, all softness gone and starts making his way back to my room. i follow behind him and scoff.

“yes, you clearly do. it’s been two years. don’t think it’s about time you had some help?” peter ignores me and pulls on his mask. he climbs through my window, turns to me and says, “i’m not going to put you in danger the same way i did to gwen.”

then he’s gone.

—

a few days go by before i see peter again. except this time, i pay him a visit.

trying to get in contact with peter was a lot harder than it seemed. at some point in the last two years he’s changed his phone number, the one in my phone outdated.

i am also not in contact with any of my high school peers so there is no way for me to ask around for his number.

so i do what i do best.

i google him.

it doesn’t take me long to find peter because he’s the first result among the other one million peter parkers.

he’s a well accomplished photographer for the daily bugle. according to google, his most recent work consists of spider-man photographs.

shocker.

unfortunately, the daily bugle does not share insiders phone numbers which means i still have no way of contacting peter.

this left me with one option left.

i go to the daily bugle myself.

having been to the daily bugle myself before (for a high school field trip weirdly enough), i’m already well aware that visitors, aside from family, are not allowed into the building.

so i pretend to be peter’s wife.

before i reach the daily bugle, i make a quick stop at the deli near by. i order a sandwich, which i use as a prop. my excuse being that peter forgot his lunch.

“mrs. parker, wife of peter parker.” i say to the woman at the front desk. she eyes me suspiciously for a minute then nods. “third floor.” she says, and hands me a visitors badge.

i take the elevator and when the doors open, i meet eyes with the famous james jameson. he doesn’t say anything at first, peering down at my badge and narrowing his eyes. “mrs. parker?” he says, eventually.

“yes! is my husband peter around? he forgot his lunch.” i hold up the brown paper bag. hilariously, he stands there shocked. mouth wide open like a gaping fish.

“uh- yes. he’s just down the hall.”

“great.” he stops me before i can leave.

“i’m sorry-” he shakes his head with a laugh. “peter parker, right? he’s your husband?” he says this like it’s the most impossible thing in the world.

i nod.

before he can continue, i mumble out a thank you and walk down the hall as directed. when i reach the end, i’m met with a room full of cubicles, all the same grey, dull design.

i scan the room for a minute, and when i find peter’s eyes, his are already on me. his cubicle is tucked by the corner on the left side.

i wave and walk towards him, a hint of a smirk playing at my lips. when i reach him, he’s giving me a glare so deadly it makes hot liquid pour all over my body.

“what are you doing here?” he whispers, an edge to his voice. “you forgot your lunch.” i set the bag on his desk. his face contorts in confusion.

“also, we need to talk. it’s important.” before he can respond, i pull him up from his desk and drag him to the women’s bathroom. i lock the door behind us.

“jesus christ, y/n. someone’s gonna think i’m trying to get a quickie in on the job.”

“not if you shut up and let me talk.”

peter rolls his eyes. when he looks down at my badge, his eyes widen. “mrs. parker?” he sputters out, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“it’s was the only way to get in.”

“and what was so important that you needed to get in?”

ever since peter filled me in on the night of gwen’s death, i decided to use my new knowledge on the subject to conduct my own investigation. i find out about electro and harry’s assistant, felicia hardy, who i believe would be a great help in our search.

“because i know about electro and felicia hardy.”

peter looks distraught at the mention of electro and felicia. it’s not long before his shock quickly dissipates into anger. “i thought i said i didn’t need your help.”

“but you do, peter!” i fling my arms around, my anger building up rapidly, cheeks burning. “gwen was my best friend! my confidant, and i’m not going to rest until i find the bastard that killed her. i’m going to do it with or without your help, so why don’t you do yourself a favor and accept that you need my help. it’s been two years for fucks sake.”

peter blinks.

he seems to really think about it for a second. his eyes looking me up and down, then scanning my face. finally he begrudgingly says, “fine.”

my eyes light up a smidge.

“but the second things start going south, you’re out. got it?”

“got it.”

“this stays between us. there can’t be any secrets between us or else it’ll all go to shit. promise me you won’t keep anything from me.”

i hold out my pinky. “i promise.”

except i’ve already broken that promise because i’ve failed to mention the threatening letters in my mailbox.

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urdepressedslut · 10 months

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Stray ❝part eleven❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You run into a familiar face, who tries to convince you that you are truly a monster. The pieces are starting to come together, and the reveal is terrifying.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, violence, language, rituals, corpses, gore, heavy angst, vomiting, major injury to reader, drowning, suicide, dead birds, major death of character?

Part 12

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK CONTENT

You hadn’t given much thought to your future, simply taking baby steps through each day. You didn’t think you’d still be here, therefore you never had a reason to plan for a future. Although things changed, Bucky was a part of your life now. Life didn’t seem worth living when it was just you, but you found something— someone to live for.

You’d thought about it many of times, throughout the months you had known him. There were tiny glimpses, visions of what life could be like with the two of you.

Until you couldn’t visualize it.

The surprise attack from the sledgehammer had you crashing to the ground, your ears ringing, your vision blurry. You opened your mouth, trying to shout— voice anything. But your words were slurred, your tongue suddenly feeling like concrete. You were so out of it, your body was free of fear— just pure pain.

The vibrations from something being dropped near your head, had you jumping— reaction time sluggish.

You wanted to see who your attacker was, but halted your movements to turn and look— your vision in your right eye suddenly turning red. The porch in front of you drizzled crimson, the steady stream of blood flowing from you.

“Do not be frightened honey— embrace it.” A voice called from above you.

You moved ever so slowly, movement at a turtles pace. When you glanced up, all you could make out was a silhouette of a woman staring down at you, leaning on the handle of the sledgehammer.

“Embrace it. I know you feel it.”

You blinked with heavy eyelids, trying to understand the woman’s words.

“B-bu-bucky…” You slurred, making the woman mad.

You heard a tsk from above, the sound of movement but you were too tired to care. It was only until you felt a hand tangle itself in your hair that you perked up— adrenaline pulsing through you. The last of your energy being used to free yourself of this woman’s grasp.

You felt yourself be dragged down the porch stairs, through the grass. The harsh tugging at your scalp causing you to whine, even more pain being registered.

“Silence! You have caused enough havoc within this family! Be a good girl and embrace it!” The voice spat, tightening their fingers even harsher in your hair.

This family? The words triggered something in you, and suddenly you were hyper aware. You couldn’t recognize the voice— yet it sounded so…

The feeling of tiny objects passed by your skin, your eyes straining to focus on your dragging legs. You were shocked to see the ground covered in dead birds, the fields littered with hundreds of them. Suddenly— It all came back to you.

The thuds against the house— the birds smashing into the windows. But why?

“Quit dragging your feet. They’re waiting for you.” The mystery woman hissed.

You were in and out, the feeling of being dragged drowning out— along with your vision darkening. The blood had covered the entire right side of your face, your eye drowning in the red. Your head pounded, the throb from the hit causing your head to lull to the side.

A light slapping to your blood free cheek had you snapping back to reality momentarily.

“Don’t go yet. Stay awake.” The woman told you, her face blurry when you tried to sneak a peek at her.

You could only make out her silhouette, but her figure seemed familiar— her voice even sparked the same déjà vu feeling.

You were dropped harshly to the ground, the fingers releasing your scalp. A burning agony left in its place. You could hear the familiar flowing water of the river, the comforting smell of the water was suddenly not welcome. You cracked your left eye open as wide as you could, straining to focus on your surroundings. Just barely, you could make out that you were indeed— by the river, but why? Who was this woman?

Sluggishly turning your head towards the woman’s direction, you were shocked to find out that the mystery woman was the lady that had visited the other night. What was her name again? Donna.

Your face paled, swallowing through a tight throat as you came to terms with who your captor was. Donna caught your stare, kneeling down to your crumpled form.

“I know you’re scared and confused right now, but it’s all going to make sense soon. Just hang on a little more my sweet niece.” She said softly.

My sweet niece.

You felt like you had to throw up, the bile rushing up and before you could stop it— you were emptying your breakfast to your right, chunks coating the grass. You opened your mouth to question her, but you couldn’t form any words. You slurred and cried, your head feeling like it was going to split, the pain and information you had just received— too much.

Donna took in your shocked state, lifting her hand free of the sledgehammer to pet your cheek.

“I know, I know,” She cooed falsely, “My sister was a fucking idiot. Hiding you from us— keeping you for herself. Selfish cunt.”

You shook your head in denial, your whole body shaking in shock. Donna ignored your distraught state, continuing her rambling.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way, she should’ve still been here… but perhaps she misjudged you.” She explained so casually, but nothing was making sense to you.

The sound of multiple footsteps alerted you to glance around, your eyes going wider in pure fear— watching a group of people in black cloaks circle around you and Donna. Glancing to Donna for help, you found her calm.

“Good. We mustn’t waste anymore time. She’s losing consciousness fast— we must do it now.” Donna announced, signaling to two people behind you.

You struggled in the two pairs of hands, attempting to scream, cry for help— for Bucky.

You were too out of it, too weakened to make any loud enough call for help. You fought against their grip as they pinned your legs down, holding your ankles together. Tying a wire connected to a bag, around you. They dropped your legs, easily grabbing ahold of your wrists, tying them together with the same type of wire.

You were bound, throbbing in excruciating pain and losing hope for help to arrive. Your mind couldn’t focus on the circle of chanting people, nor Donna who held a menacing look. Your mind could only wander to Bucky, remembering the image you so desperately burned into your brain. Wishing for anything to see him again.

Donna walked up to you, glaring down at you with disgust.

“Your Mother was stupid. But… she was my sister. You took her from me.” She spat, tears glossing over her crazed eyes. “Now you’ll die with her— and you’ll come back as your true form— who you’re meant to be.”

“No…” You slurred out, feeling two pairs of hands grab your arms, pulling you back towards the edge of the river.

The hands dropped you by the edge, walking back into their formation within the circle. She kneeled again, grabbing your chin in a harsh grip.

“I’ve been watching you this entire time. You and that vile man.” She hissed, watching you tense up at the mention of him. “You think he loves you? Aw honey, even if he did— once he sees who you truly are… He’ll be running for the hills, damning you to hell.”

You let out a whimper, her grip bruising. The mention of Bucky being disgusted by you was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You couldn’t live with that— without him.

“You’ve been so close this entire time. You are a monster honey—” You let out a cry at her words, sobbing defeatedly, “Shh— honey it’s okay. You’ll see soon enough, you’re going to be so powerful. You’ll feel like a monster at first, but then you’ll feel like a god.”

You thrashed in her hold, slurring out incoherently, begging for someone— something to save you from this nightmare. Your panic caused birds to drop dead suddenly, all around the circle. The light thuds of the dead birds hitting the ground, your tears only flowing faster at the horrific sight.

“See!” She shouted at you, motioning her hands towards the dead birds, staring at them like they were Christmas lights, “This is only the beginning of what you’re capable of. The birds honey— it was always you.”

You cried harder, all those dead birds you witnessed. Possibly mothers trying to fly back to their nest of babies. Babies that will now starve because of you— monster. You felt the dark, insanity flowing through your veins. Maybe Donna was right?

No... don't think that.

“Yes… all that pain and agony you feel,” She cooed, spurring on your cries, “It will vanish, soon you’ll feel nothing but power. You just gotta embrace it, don’t fight who you are.”

She begged you, her eyes bloodshot as she held your hysterical state. She felt satisfied, your cries something of her dreams.

“And him…?” She whispered sharply, your cries pausing at the mention of Bucky. “You’ll forget all about him… but I assure you that will make him hating you— that much easier.”

She released your chin, letting you curl up in a ball— sobbing painfully. She stared down at you once more, before making her way to walk around the inner circle.

“In death, comes power! For we, will be immortal!” She shouted amongst the people circling you both.

She glared at the people surrounding her, giving them a knowing look, watching the circle of cloaks connect hand in hand.

“In death, comes power! For we, will be immortal!” Her and the group of people chanted.

You watched as Donna chanted, walking over to the two corpses laying on top of the grass— ones that you had not seen until now. Though they had been there the whole time, it’s like you had forced yourself not to see them. But as you made eye contact with your Mother’s lifeless, decaying body— you could suddenly smell the rotting flesh in the air.

There was something so skin crawling about staring someone in the eyes, knowing they’d never look away from you. The cloudy white haze over her eyes, her skin covered in dirt and red. It was a violent image of what you had done.

You screamed in horror, closing your eyes in fear of the haunting image before you. You gagged and choked on the vile smell of the air— dry heaving as you had already emptied your stomach.

It’s all in your head. It’s all in your head.

You tried to force yourself to wake up, this nightmare had gone on too long. Your heart beat rapidly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You waited, shaking with dread— Bucky would wake you up any second now.

Please. God please.

You opened your eyes, the scenery unchanged, the corpses, the cloaks, the horrid stench. This was real life, and you couldn’t fully believe what was happening.

You were frozen in fear, not realizing the cloaked person next to you, grabbing the bag— and throwing it into the river. Your body was being pulled into the water, the bag weighing you down into the deep depths of the river. The coldness of the water shocked you, your limbs struggling to free themselves from the wiring.

You watched as the light above the water faded farther and farther away, the colder the water got as you sank deeper. You held your breath, your lungs already burning— not able to get a good breath before your plunge.

This was it.

You hadn’t given your future much thought, until you were almost positive that you weren’t going to have one. Almost in a flash, you could see a timeline of what if’s and maybe’s. All events beautiful and perfect— all that were with Bucky.

Until you couldn’t visualize it.

Your lungs ached, and you couldn’t help yourself from gulping for air— only to inhale the river water. Choking and spluttering until you felt your lungs fill up. Your vision went black, and the last thing you could sense— was a muffled whisper through the water.

Death.

Moments earlier…

Bucky walked out of the bathroom, ears picking up the sound of the floorboards creaking from upstairs. Almost instantly, his body was stiff— his being defensive, alert.

He crept up the stairs, ignoring the kitchen as he didn’t want to make you panic. He’d rather deal with the dangers, not wanting to risk putting you in harms way.

Just barely, he could hear the faintest heartbeat. With careful steps he approached the room the rhythm was coming from, rolling up his sleeves in preparation.

The room he came to realize, was yours. Almost instantly he felt angered. Pushing the door open, his breathing stopped for a moment, the sight of a clothed man’s back— staring out the window.

Bucky chose to stay silent, creeping up to the man as long as he didn’t spot him. Choke him, just enough to knock him out— Bucky decided. He didn’t want to kill, that wasn’t him anymore. But quickly, the thought passed over his mind— he’d kill for you. He’d do just about anything for you.

“I know who you are.” The man spoke eerily, making Bucky stop in his tracks.

Bucky stayed silent, as the man turned around slowly facing him.

“You should’ve seen our reactions, when we found out The Winter Soldier was staying with our niece.” He laughed out, his whole demeanor unstable.

Niece? This man was your family?

Bucky winced at the title, forcing himself not to believe anything this man says. His name was Bucky, he wasn’t The Winter Soldier— at least that’s what you’d tell him.

“So naive that girl.” He muttered, and Bucky immediately felt angered with the way he spoke about you. “Opening her home up to a killer.”

Bucky still wasn’t sure what he should say, his mind was consumed with you. His instincts telling him to run and find you. But he couldn’t leave this man unattended. He feared for just a second he wasn’t watching, the man would hurt you.

The man squinted his eyes at Bucky’s silence.

“You don’t know what she is. If you were smart, you’d run.” He warned, watching Bucky’s fist clench tightly.

“Leave her alone.” Bucky spoke finally, his words harsh and intimidating.

The man smiled, finally getting a reaction out of Bucky. He only had minutes left.

“You don’t know the truth about her, do you?” The man questioned, genuinely curious.

“I know her family is fucking crazy.” Bucky spat.

“No! You don’t know the truth. She’s stronger than she knows, she’s powerful— but pathetic and weak. Afraid to embrace who she truly is.” The man told Bucky, who listened with a confused expression.

“Her Mother knew she was different the second she was born. Birds crashed into the hospital windows as her Mother was giving the final push. Sound familiar?” Bucky listened with bated breath, remembering the same birds all too well. “There was this… darkness that followed her. Her grandmother told us the gods had gifted us. That the day would come where (Y/n) would gift us enteral life.”

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He thought he was the only weird thing around— now he was hearing this man ramble about how you were some kind of goddess? He didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want you to have this burden. You deserved to live a simple, happy life.

“(Y/n)’s Mother was a selfish pig, stealing the gift away— keeping it all for herself. But we saw how that ended up.” He laughed darkly.

Bucky winced at the mention of you being a gift— an object for their satisfaction. They didn’t care about you, or your well being. You were simply a pawn, something to use for their own doing. You were more alike than you would’ve ever guessed. Bucky’s heart ached for you, knowing you deserved far better than this.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Bucky whispered, afraid of the answer.

“I didn’t need to… I just needed to distract you.” He said mischievously, making Bucky’s heart drop.

“What did you—”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re too late.” The man spoke lastly, turning quickly towards the window.

The man ran threw, shattering on impact— falling from the height head first. Bucky flinched from the sound of the mans bones crushing, the sound of flesh tearing from impact.

Bucky didn't dare risk a glance out the window, instead he raced out of your room. He flew down the stairs, calling out for you.

"(Y/n)! You okay?!" Bucky called out, his heart dropping at the sight of the empty kitchen.

He checked the whole bottom floor, not sensing your heartbeat anywhere, which only made him panic. He walked outside, trying to ignore the dead birds everywhere. He stopped and stared down at the large blood puddle on the porch, hoping to god it wasn't yours.

Your piercing scream in the distance had Bucky's body stiffening up, the tune haunting. His stomach turned, bile threatening to rise at the sound. He immediately started sprinting through the fields, towards the river where your scream came from. The sky was turning dark, the clouds shifting into the start of an angry storm. The air felt thick, the wind biting his cheeks with its coolness.

His enhanced speed led him towards the river with swiftness, the closer he approached, the more he could make out a mass of people. All dressed darkly, in such a formation it caused fear to rush through his veins. He skidded to a stop, staring at the ground that was littered with bleeding out corpses. There wasn't a single beating heart, the skin of everyone paling to a lifeless shade.

Relief flowed through him for a quick second, but was replaced by the panic in which he couldn't find you anywhere. You didn't exist amongst the bodies, you were gone.

Bucky had thought he'd experienced true, raw fear before. The panic that paralyzed his whole being, his veins filling with ice as he lost control of his body. He thought he'd known what true fear felt like.

That was until he heard the sound of water splashing. Slowly he lifted his head towards the bank, and what he saw was something so horrifically haunting, he was sure he'd never be able to erase the image form his brain.

He looked closer and realized, it was you. But he couldn't find himself to be relived, only afraid.

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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Angsty Zoro x Fem reader! S/O was so kind and sweet before, but after the time skip, she’s grown emotionless and quiet. Sure, she helps out her crew mates in need like cleaning or sewing clothes, even helps train them, and most importantly, has grown insanely powerful, but…it seems she’s lonely and depressed. When Zoro questions her over and over, she confesses and laments that she lost their child and feels utterly ashamed of herself. Zoro is shocked of his fatherhood but comforts her.

This topic is very sensitive so I tried to tread over as cautiously as I could and not use any direct words that may be insensitive or triggering

Major Triggers for Child Loss

Missing Piece

(SFW)

Angst

Warning: loss of child, timeskip spoilers, very brief mention of sex, breakdown/crying

Summary: Unbeknownst to Zoro, the time skip was less kind to his girlfriend than the rest of the crew. After questioning her unusual behaviour, he is surprised to find the news of fatherhood, and the terrors that clung to his exhausted girlfriend.

Word Count: 1,800

Upon your arrival to the Strawhats, your life carried in a whirlwind of treacherous and exciting adventures. Entangled in such ravenous seas you quickly grew close to the swordsman, fitting easily with his rather withdrawn character. It was known among the crew how light and kind you were to everyone, and Zoro was no exception to that. At first he found your characteristics to be tiresome, between yourself and Luffy he thought his mind would explode from the mindless chatting and nagging from you both. However, over time, he grew fond of you, picking up on little cues and habits that turned his sour view on its head; something nobody saw coming.

Only after a few months being apart of the crew, Zoro drunkenly confessed for something more between you both, starting your relationship in a typical fashion. Your relationship started at a loving and easy-going pace, acting the same way as you did friends, however, grew intense over time.

After the events of Thriller Bark, Zoro changed, becoming more protective and attached to you; afraid of the possibility to lose someone he loved. Caught up in his own rational fears, Zoro made the first steps to have sex, for the first and only time before the crew inevitably split at Sabaody.

Unaware to you until months in isolation from the crew, you became pregnant, fixating your entire life for the safe arrival of your child. Everything ran smoothly through your pregnancy, landing on a small island equipped with essential items and care, preparing you for a new life of motherhood. Your goals had shifted, knowing you wished to raise your baby with loving and devoted parents, sailing the seas and having many adventures with your friends and new family. However, the day your child was born was far from what you had experienced for the last nine months, turning your dream-like state into a frightful nightmare.

Returning back to the Thousand Sunny felt like a nightmare you couldn't awake from. Every moment reunited with your crew, with Zoro, was a painful sting that there was someone missing from your life; someone who needed to be here. It felt a personal insult that everyone around you took no notice of their absence, carrying on with their lives as if it never happened.

But it did.

You couldn't help feel robbed of your potential, observing how everyone grew stronger from their time away, knowing your time wasn't so kind. Physically and mentally the crew had grown, except for you, tied to your own gnawing loss of someone you loved. It baffled you how Luffy could stand so tall after his own personal loss, but it occurred to you the difference your connection was; a mother's love was something undesirably different to other love.

Zoro easily caught onto your shift, once the roaring dazzle of light in his life now suddenly flicker dark. He was met with countless blows of dead-end answers to his questions, heightening his concerns for your safety. You looked different; eyes so thick with a haze as if you were sleep-walking, your body all but caving into itself as if the memory was eating you alive. Zoro barely recognised you anymore, and he wasn't the only one who took notice.

You became a shell, still carrying your duties and hobbies through the ship to help your friends, giving up everything to distract you for a moment. But inside there was nothing but the vicious cycle of regret, playing on an endless loop with no escape. You had distanced your life before the loss, not recognising who that person was anymore. Desperately, you wished for the life back but you knew it was hopeless, the added weight of guilt looming over you with nowhere else to go.

You felt stuck.

And as the cycle continued day after day on the ship, you couldn't help but feel a part of you chip away every time Zoro spoke to you, asking pointless concerns he knew you wouldn't answer. But Zoro had to try. With each question he could sense you loosening up, growing just a bit more tethered, like a rope about to break. A part of him hated what he saw, not wishing to push you, but he was afraid if he didn't something worse would happen. His deepest fear of losing you might come true, and he couldn't risk that.

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"Oi!" Zoro called after you, following behind as you ventured inside after meal time.

Since your return you created a routine through crew activities, knowing there was some form of order you could control; keeping you occupied in steps through the day. After your nightly meal you would return to your room, tidying and organising anything in sight until another sleepless night graced you; listening to the sickening rock of the waves around you.

"Oi, (Y/n), can ya wait up?"

Ignoring Zoro's persistence, you walked on, lost to the call of routine to keep you thinking of them. A strong hand around your arm stopped you from moving, his body shuffling to your path to keep from continuing further. His brow furrowed upon looking at you, reading your tired and pale expression like the back of his hand. He knew you better than this continuous facade of routine.

Easing his grip, he waited, half expecting you to say something, but all you could do was look at him. You could see so much of your child in Zoro it was too painful to watch. But you couldn't look away. How could you?

"Something's wrong" Zoro's hands cupped at your face. "Can you tell me, please?"

His usual rough palms suddenly felt like silk at his touch, giving you the most soothing comfort since your loss. You kept everything together for so long you almost forgot how Zoro first made you feel, how he held you, how he loved you. There was so much you wished to tell him in that moment but the words strained to come out, merely a whisper as he waited for you.

"I lost him..."

"Lost who?"

Your body felt heavy, your eyes struggling to fix on Zoro as you spoke, your words seeming almost too tiresome to say out loud. But you had to say them. The gut wrenching look on Zoro's face curled your stomach, knowing that he sensed something had happened while you were away. And that something happened to you both. Shrugging off his questions wasn't working anymore, his tone only growing more agitated. It was time he knew the truth. It was his child, too, after all.

"Our son..."

With those simple words you slipped from Zoro, collapsing into a heap on the floor. A curdling cry ripped from your throat, as if saying it aloud made you relive the ordeal once again. Struggling to claw at the ground you fisted your hands, grounding yourself with a searing pain as your nails dug into your palms. You could envision it all again, how that day went, scene by scene, feeling your whole body grow numb.

Zoro kneeled onto the floor, letting his large arms scoop you into his chest, struggling to say something. He listened to your cries, shocked of your words, unable to grasp how long you kept this to yourself, unaware what a painful period you had endured away from him. He still had so many questions for you, wishing to pry more about his son but he held back, knowing your safety was more important.

Harsh shushes parted his lips in an attempt to ease you both, knowing it would help to think clearer with you both level headed. He couldn't deny he was shocked from your words, shaken by the knowledge of his lost son. He also knew from past experiences he had to assure you he was strong, both mentally and physically, holding you together when things became tough. You were his girlfriend, the person he cherished more than anything, knowing the second you returned there was no spark in your life anymore; he had to guide you to be okay once more.

Running his hands over your back he listened to your breathing, waiting for the eery whimpers to fade into hush gasps and sniffles. Your body, what was once stiff in his arms, became more pliable, easing into the deep breaths of his chest. Taking his cue to speak, he gently cleared his throat, waiting for any protest before continuing on.

"It's going to be okay, (Y/n). We will get through this together" Zoro craned his neck, pressing his lips deep against your forehead. "You don't have to deal with this alone anymore, I will mourn him for the both of us, and when you're strong enough we can share his memory together"

"It isn't that simple, Zoro, it's all my fault! I couldn't even bring myself to name him, I needed you with me! I wouldn't have lost him if you were by my side, I know he wanted to meet you!"

"That is not true at all, (Y/n), and deep down you know it, too. Nothing could have prepared you for this, this isn't the way it is supposed to go; nobody expects their child to go before them. We will work through this every day; just you and me. I'll be here every day and every night until you have strength to talk, or to sit with the crew, or even make it through the day without guilt. I'm not going anywhere"

Zoro let you sit in his arms, guiding you to breath steady once again, rocking you slightly against his chest. Your eyes stung from tears, feeling too heavy to keep open, drooping shut as you listened to his breathing. Feeling you melt in his arms, Zoro moved you up, carrying you through the hallway, a slight swing in his step letting you relax. He hoped for now this was what you needed, some reassurance things would be okay and he wouldn't leave you. He knew he had never been good with words or showing his emotions until he met you, the time away making him feel almost out of practice. There was a lot more he wished to say to you, to ask you, but the weeping cries of exhaustion filled the room with a fog of mutual understanding.

You needed to rest.

Placing you down gently into your bed, Zoro tucked you both in, cradling your body close to him as he listened to your soft murmurs. He hoped to hold you like this again, under different circumstances, without the lingering pain you both felt so deeply; but tonight he would push his wishful thinking aside to help you rest at last.

"Now" Zoro moved you up, resting his lips against your temple. "Get some rest for me, and tomorrow we can start thinking of a name; anything to help you heal, (Y/n)"

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feelbokkie · 6 months

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One Last Dance | Chapter 10

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, suggestive (things get steamy guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, buckle up), mention of food, mention of death

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

word count: 5,847

screenshot count: 10

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"Look, the only person I care about being in the car is Felix since we're doing this for him. If your asses aren't in the car, ready to go in the next 20 minutes, we're leaving you behind." You call into the boys' apartment. It's more for Hyunjin than it is for the rest of them.

Today is finally the day of your beach trip, and to be honest, you're quite excited. After the stress of midterms and the bullshit you've had to endure because of Minho's temper, you needed one day in the sun. The group decided to head to one of the further beaches, Daecheon Beach, a painstaking 3 hours away from Seoul. And because you plan to spend the whole day at the beach, you had to leave at 7 in the morning, much to Hyunjin, Felix, and Ma-Ri's dismay. Luckily, you won't have to worry about driving in the traffic on the way back home, Ma-Ri went ahead and booked three rooms for the night at a nearby motel.

"Where are you going all bright and shiny this morning?" A familiar raspy voice calls.

"Oh wow, Chan, you're up before noon." You tease as the older boy leans against his doorframe. He's dressed in black basketball shorts and a zip-up hoodie. His hair tousled around like he's been running his hands through it.

While you and Chan haven't hung out one-on-one since your little business meeting, you two still talk and meet at his apartment. You've gotten to know Changbin better and see a different side of Jisung that wasn't at all present while he was living with Felix, Hyunjin, and Seungmin.

"Why would I be asleep when the sun is gracing me with her presence?" He smirks, licking the corner of his lips. How he's able to be so flirty after waking up, you'll never know.

"It's too early for this." You mumble while blushing.

"No but seriously, where are you going?"

"Felix is super homesick and since we can't all take a spontaneous trip to Australia, we're going to spend the day at Daecheon Beach. Spending the night there too."

"Wish you told me, I love the beach."

"Pretty sure you just want to see me in a swimsuit."

"Well, that's just a bonus." He leans down closer to he's more to your eye level. He said he's back off, but he seems flirtier than before.

"You just don't quit." You tighten your grip on your beach bag and suitcase.

"Why quit? I'm just having fun. You tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Channie, my brain isn't awake yet." You whine. You're too tired to banter back and forth with him.

"Okay, okay. No, but seriously, if your friend gets homesick again, send him my way. I got him, us Aussies got to stick together."

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks. I think he'd like that a lot."

The two of you fall silent for a second while Chan's eyes look you up and down. His eyebrows furrow together in concern and he bites his bottom lip.

"It's 6 in the morning and you're dressed in a tube top and shorts. Aren't you cold? It's freezing."

"Oh shit, I left my jacket." You suddenly remembered that you left your jacket on the couch when you went to put more food and water in the cats' automatic feeder and water bowl. You turn to head back to your apartment, digging around in your bag for your keys.

"Here," You look up at Chan as he quickly unzips his hoodie and pulls it off before handing it to you, revealing that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. You can also see now that his shorts are pulled low enough to see the waistband of his boxers. You can't help but stare at the perfectly toned six-pack in front of you. You quickly shake your head to bring yourself back to reality.

"You're just naked underneath your jacket?"

"I'm like this 24/7. I just wear clothes when you're over so you don't fall madly in love with me." He smiles, his dimple prominently showing.

"Get over yourself," You scoff.

"I saw you ogling me, don't lie Y/n." He pushes the jacket towards you again.

"It's fine, Chan. I can go grab mine real quick."

"Yeah, but mine is right here and toasty. It'll warm you up faster. Plus," Chan walks out of his apartment and leans into your ear, you can feel his breath on your skin. A chill runs down your spine. "it'll make lover boy jealous to see you wearing another man's clothes."

You don't want to make Minho jealous, you never wanted to. You know he's a jealous person. The fits he used to throw when you two were little were evidence of that. But he's already under the impression that you're trying to make him jealous. And you're cold and Chan's warm jacket is right there. Maybe that's why you find yourself setting your bag on the floor and taking the jacket out of Chan's hand, quickly slipping it on before you can argue how bad of an idea it is.

"Atta, girl," He praises into your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek and finally backing up.

"What happened to you backing off?" You ask as you zip up the jacket, looking at Chan. It's evident to both of you that the kiss flustered you a bit. You're certain Chan can see how red your face is.

Chan doesn't answer, just smirks, as he nods his head to tell you to look behind you. You grab your bag before turning around to find an angry Minho. His arms are crossed and his fists clenched. You watch as his jaw tenses as he stares are you and Chan.

"If you're not in the car in the next 5 minutes, we're leaving without you. We still have to pick up Ma-Ri and get breakfast." He says flatly, fire burning in his eyes as they refuse to leave Chan. He's actually staring him down.

"I'm going to kill you." You whisper at Chan.

"You took my jacket, sweetheart." He whispers back, shrugging.

You sigh as you walk towards the stairs. You're almost halfway to the stairs when you realize you don't hear Minho walking behind you. You turn around to find Minho and Chan staring each other down. A scowl on Minho's face as he shoots daggers at Chan. Chan, on the other what, has an amused expression on his face, clearly enjoying this.

"Minho, let's go," You call quietly, aware that most of your neighbors are still asleep. Minho doesn't move for a second as he continues to stare down Chan. Eventually, he breaks eye contact and walks towards you. When he's a bit closer to you, you start walking again.

"Bye, babe. Make sure you take lots of pictures for me, yeah?" Chan calls out, loud enough for Minho to hear but still not loud enough to wake up the neighbors. You roll your eyes and mentally start drafting the text you're going to send him in the car.

“It’s 7 in the fucking morning,” Minho grumbles as he walks past you.

***

“Wow,” Ma-Ri breathes.

The seven of you got to the beach earlier than expected. You're almost certain that Minho was driving illegally fast to get as far away from Chan as quickly as possible. If that's the case, your 3-hour drive tomorrow might become 5 hours. Because of how fast you were going, Minho missed a few stops and you ended up getting McDonald's close to the beach. It may have been a pain in the ass to hear Hyunjin complain about how he was hungry, but having breakfast by the ocean.

"Something about the breeze and the salt water making eating food better." Felix hums, bouncing in his spot before he takes another sip of his Jeju Hallabong chiller.

"Noona," In says before swallowing the rest of the food in his mouth, " why are you eating a choco oreo mcflurry this early in the morning?"

"Hm, if you mix it with coffee, it tastes better. And I need coffee if I'm going to babysit you five." You answer as you finish mixing the mcflurry into your coffee.

Truth be told, you didn't order the mcflurry, Minho did for you. You don't always mix them but he knows that it's your favorite thing to do when you get coffee from McDonald's. You could just get an ice cream latte, but the oreos and chocolate add to the coffee.

"What do you mean babysit the five of us? There are four underclassmen." Ma-Ri asks with her mouthful of food.

"Disgusting," Hyunjin mutters under his breath. You grab a napkin from the bag and then grab Ma-Ri's face, wiping the ketchup off her face.

"I think you're the fifth one, noona," Seungmin adds.

"Okay, yeah fair."

Minho sits quietly eating his food, laughing when someone says or does something funny. He's been deep in thought the whole time you guys were eating. He silently helped you apply sunscreen on your back after you helped everyone. Insecure about the scar that stretches across his abdomen, he's wearing a loose white sweater and doesn't need help getting sunscreen on his back. You haven't talked to him all morning, other than helping him with directions on the drive to the beach. His little jealousy act is getting old. You know Chan is flirty and that's just his default setting with you. He's not really going to act on his feelings because of your situation with Minho. But Minho doesn't know that, and unfortunately for you, he's never going to let you have the chance to explain. Even if you were completely over him, Minho's overall demeanor is enough to scare off any decent guy. And for that, you're mad at him too.

"I'm going in the water!" Felix shouts the second he finishes eating.

"Just wait a few minutes. If you get a cramp in the ocean, you're fuck." You explain as you start picking up the trash and collecting it into an empty food bag.

"What if I promise not to go all the way in yet? Just my legs." Felix asks as he stands up, brushing sand off of his hands.

"Yongbokkie," You sigh. You know there's no point in arguing with Felix. He'll start pouting if he doesn't get his way and you'll cave like always.

"I'll go with him, noona. I'll stop him from just throwing his whole body in." Hyunjin says, also getting up and handing you his trash.

"I want to go in too, actually," Jeongin adds.

"Me three," Seungmin says as he hands you the bag of trash he collected.

"Okay, okay. But if any of you get a cramp or gets sick, you're Poseidon's problem." You wave them off. All four of them kick off their sandals and run towards the retreating wave. You know it's only a matter of time before they're all soaked.

Ma-Ri takes the trash from you, offering to throw it away for you. You silently thank her as you get up and head towards the boys. You stand on the shore, on top of the cool, wet sand, watching as all four of them are already soaked to the bone and attempting to drown Hyunjin.

"Be careful!" You call out as you watch them. You're going to go in after them, eventually. It's too cold right now and you want to at least wait a few minutes to be sure none of them are going to need your help. With the way they're all tackling each other and hopping on each other's back, you may need to go in soon.

The beach isn't too crowded yet. For a Saturday, you know it'll be backed by the end of the day. Which is one of the main reasons why you came early. If it wasn't for all of your work and school schedules, you would have preferred to come on a weekday when you know it wouldn't get busy until late afternoon. But, with how cool it is today, maybe you'll get lucky and everyone will stay home.

"Give me your hand." You hear Minho call from behind you.

"No," You say simply, refusing to look away from the boys. Ma-Ri walks into your line of sight, finally returning from throwing away the trash.

"Y/n, give me your hand," Minho says again, getting slightly impatient.

"Why do you want my hand?"

"Just give it to me,"

"No!"

Minho walks in front of you, blocking your view of the boys and Ma-Ri. He roughly grabs your wrist, gripping it tight enough so you can't pull away but not too tight where it hurts. He places something hard and small in the palm of your hand before closing your fingers around it. His fingers linger over yours for a second before he finally lets go. You look at him, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. His eyes shift down to your hands, trying--begging you to look at the object he put in your hand. you let out an annoyed sigh before looking down at your hand and lifting your fingers slowly to reveal the mystery object. Your heart jumps in your chest when you're met with the ombre of copperish red of a perfectly intact scallop shell.

During the drive to the beach, everyone was talking about what they were excited to do once you all got to the beach. You answered that today was going to be the day you find the most beautiful sea shell and that it would be perfectly whole. Shell collecting has always been your favorite part of the beach. You can't even begin to count all of the beach trips where you spent hours just looking at shells. The fact that Minho was able to find the perfect one in such a short amount of time and brought it to you immediately warmed your heart. You flip the shell over in your hand, hoping to marvel at the slightly holographic inside of the shell only to be met with the other half of the shell. He managed to find a perfect scallop shell with both halves. You look up to meet his eyes.

Being stubborn, you and Minho rarely apologized to each other. It almost always ends in another argument or makes both of you feel awkward. So you just stopped, finding other ways to resolve your issues. You could tell by the twinkle in his eyes, the soft, pleading look, that this was his way of apologizing. And while it may be a simple apology, especially after how he's been acting, it means the world to you.

Your eyes drop back down to the shell and examine it carefully, making sure the scallop has vacated the premises. Once you're sure the shell is empty, you try to carefully pry both parts apart.

Pop!

The scallop shell separates with a small yet satisfying pop. You examine both halves before taking Minho's arm and placing the nicer of the two halves in his hand, closing his fingers around it. You finally look up at him, squinting your eyes a bit because of the sun bouncing on the water behind him. A small smile forms on his mouth, making him smirk more than anything as he tries to stop himself from grinning. It makes you melt, the look on his face. At the end of the day, you know Minho loves you more than anything. He's always had trouble controlling his emotions when it comes to you. You remember back when you were in preschool you told him you were going to play with the girls instead of him for the day and how much he cried. Deep down inside, he's still that little boy.

"I--What the fuck?" You had taken your eyes off of the boys and Ma-Ri for 2 seconds to have a moment with Minho to find that they're playing chicken in the ocean as the rough waves crash into them. Ma-Ri stands to the side acting as a referee. "Here, can you put this in my bag, please? Hey! Cut that shit out!"

"Felix, I know you're a fish but the waves are too rough for you to be back floating like that." You warn as you swim out to Felix.

The two of you aren't too deep into the ocean. The sand is only a couple of feet away, but as the day went on, the waves got rougher. Ma-Ri gave up after getting absolutely trashed by the water and is working on her tan next to Minho. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin are playing in the sand, letting themselves get hit by the waves and struggling to stand back up afterward. They're having fun quickly building sandcastles before the waves destroy them. You and Felix, being the braver two of the group, decided to swim a bit.

"It's fine, I'm straight up chilling, noona," Felix says. Still, you hold onto his ankle to prevent him from floating too far away.

The day has been perfect. It wasn't too hot or too cold. It wasn't too crowded either. All of you took a break to eat lunch, reapply sunscreen, and play some beach volleyball. You even took a little nap on Minho's lap after lunch. You didn't mean to, but he was playing with your hair the same way he pets the cats. That paired with the sounds of the waves breaking on the sand, you couldn't help but fall asleep. Ma-Ri had also fallen asleep and when you woke up, Ma-Ri's whole body was covered in sand while only your feet were buried. The boys innocently built a sandcastle off to the side.

"Are we leaving soon?" Felix asks suddenly after a wave quickly washes over both of you.

"Hm, probably. We have to have enough time to take showers before dinner. My hair alone is probably carrying most of the beach at this point." You say after spitting out some water.

"I wish I could live in the ocean." Felix pouts.

"We can come to the beach more often. Not this one but the one closer to campus." You think for a moment as another wave washes over you. "Just, promise me if you ever feel homesick or down again, you won't bottle it in and come to one of us, yeah?"

"I promise!" You fight against the current as the water starts pulling you back again, pushing Felix in front of you.

The two of you quietly float for a few minutes, letting the waves wash over you. You drift a little further every time, and every time you try to bring both you and Felix closer to the shore. Felix eventually situations himself in an upright position, tired of getting water in his mouth. He starts to splash you hard with the water. You, in return, splash him back.

"Felix! Noona! Behind you!" You hear Seungmin's panicked voice call. You and Felix turn around to see a large wave barreling towards you.

"Oh shit," You quickly turn to the younger boy. "Quick, to the shore." You tell Felix.

Felix quickly turns around and starts swimming towards the shore. You also turn and start swimming. Felix is much faster than you, already halfway to safety as you feel the water start to rise above you. You take in a deep breath just as the large wave consumes you. Completely submerged in the salt water, you're jostled around. Your arms and legs flail around. You're not entirely sure which way is up or down anymore. You feel something attaches itself to your ankle. You try to ignore it as you attempt to swim to the surface. You do your best to remain calm. Your lungs are already starting to burn. Being a dancer, your lung capacity is a bit larger than normal. But you were already tired and out of breath from trying to keep you and Felix close to the shore. Your lungs and eyes are burning but you still hold on as you try to swim towards the light. You weren't deep in the water in the first place but you're not sure how far out you were dragged. Involuntarily, you take a breath as you feel something wrap around your waist. Scared of what that could be, you thrash around a bit. Whatever you're caught in now only gets tighter.

A few seconds later you feel your toes drag across the sand. Then your feet and your knees. The cool air hits your back as your hands also hit the sand. You gain enough strength to crawl onto the sand. The thing around your waist suddenly disappears. Coughing and sputtering out water, you continue to crawl on the sand. When you feel like you're far enough away, you collapse on your stomach. Your eyes remain closed

"Go get some towels! Quick!"

"Noona! Hey Noona! Can you hear me?"

"Fuck, this is bad."

"W-where's F...Lix?" You choke out as you gasp for air.

"I'm right here. Noona, I'm right here." You feel Felix's small hand rest on your back.

"T...hank god." You sigh. Your lungs are still burning but less so now that you're out of the water.

"Here," You feel something, probably the towel, get placed on your back. You then feel a few hands grab you and put you in a sitting position.

The towel wraps around you tighter. You feel a hand on your face and another towel being dabbed over your eyes. After a few seconds, you slowly open your eyes. They're burning but feel much better compared to when you were in the water. Your red, stinging eyes meet Minho's concerned eyes. You blink a couple of times to make sure you're not seeing things, but when they're settled, you still see that Minho is dripping wet.

"Did...did you go in after me?" You ask him.

"Of course I did," He says simply.

"How fucking stupid," You say sternly.

"Noona--" Hyunjin starts before you cut him off.

"No, that was stupid. He's an idiot. You're a fucking idiot." You push Minho's hands away from you and stare him down. Tears begin to prick the back of your eyes.

"Hey, Y/n, that's not fair. He was only trying to help," Ma-Ri says as she puts her hand on your shoulder.

"He shouldn't have."

"So what, I should have just let you drown?" He asks, quickly getting annoyed with you.

"Yes! You can't swim, you do remember that, right? What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Yeah, no shit! Don't you ever, ever do anything like that again."

"Noona, he was just trying to--"

"He can't swim. You all know that. He had no business jumping in the ocean. We both almost drown. Do you understand that?" You don't break contact with Minho once, making sure he hears every part of what you're saying.

"We didn't," He replies.

"But we could have. That was the stupidest shit you have ever done in your entire life. You do know that, right?" You sniffle, your face becoming wet again. This time, from your tears.

"No it wasn't," He says firmly. The two of you stare each other down, neither one of you willing to back down. Everyone else is tense around you.

"Maybe...we should clean up and head over to the hotel. We can relax a bit before dinner." Ma-Ri suggests. The boys all quickly nod. Refusing to back down, you keep glaring at Minho. He lets out a frustrated groan before throwing down the towel and walking over to where your belongings are.

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In all three of the motel rooms that Ma-Ri had booked, you and Minho had to get stuck in the one with one bed.

You're still mad about what happened at the beach earlier. Well, half of you is mad. Pissed even, that he's so careless with his own life that he would run into the ocean knowing he can't swim. Another part of you is touched. He still went in the water after you to try to save your life. It was reckless, insane, and romantic all at the same time and it's making you feel conflicted inside.

You step out of the shower, hair dripping wet all over your shoulders. You quickly wrap it up in a towel and continue to change into a pair of shorts and one of Minho’s old shirts. You didn't mean to grab one of his shirts. You were packing last minute and grabbed the first shirt you saw. It seems a bit ridiculous looking at your current situation with him. But your other option is to wear your pajamas to dinner and while that'd be comfortable, it would not be sensible.

Minho quietly brushes past you and takes his turn in the shower. You sit there in silence for a moment before you hear the shower turn on. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. You're not even sure why you were holding it in. Your lungs still slightly burn. Ma-Ri made you go to the medical tent before you left the beach. They said you'd be fine in a few hours but if it got harder for you to breathe, you should go to the hospital. So far, so good.

You pull the towel off your head and let your damp hair fall on your shoulders. You go through your suitcase and pull out your makeup bag. You originally planned on doing some makeup for dinner, but the tension from earlier changed your mind. Instead, you pull out a tube of chapstick and your face moisturizer. As you finish getting ready, you hear the water shut off. You go to put your things away neatly in your suitcase. You drape your wet towel over the back of your chair and place it in front of the air conditioner to dry just as Minho makes his way out of the bathroom.

"Hey, are you seriously mad at me?" He asks.

"Not mad, pissed off," You answer back quickly.

"Those are the same thing," He groans as he walks over to his suitcase.

"Barely," You mutter.

You finish tidying up to room and pulling your pajamas out for later as Minho puts on cologne. It's the one you like on him. It's his scent as far as you're concerned.

"I don't understand how what I did was bad. I saved your life, you should be bowing down and thanking me. Not bitting my head off."

"Minho," You stop what you're doing and turn to him. "You cannot swim. You do know that right?"

"Of course, I know that."

"Then why the fuck did you--"

"I panicked! I-I wasn't thinking, okay? One second I'm watching you go under, waiting for your head to pop back up, the next I'm pulling you out of the water. I wasn't in control of my body."

"That's stupid."

"How is that stupid?"

"When people drown, they panic. They desperately thrash about trying to get air. People get dragged down when they try to save someone from drowning. There was seaweed caught on my leg. This could have ended horribly in a million different ways--"

"But it didn't,"

"By some miracle, yeah we're both alive. What if we both drowned? What then?"

"We'd be dead," He deadpans.

"I'm serious," You cross your arms, your eyes stinging once again.

"So am I," He steps closer to you, "If we both had drowned, then we'd both be dead. End of story. But we didn't and you're being ridiculous."

"You should have just let me drown." Your voice cracks. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to drag your emotions deep down inside you so you won't have to deal with them.

"What?" He whispers. His voice is so low you almost don't hear him.

"Min, you almost died today too and it would have been my...I almost...fuck!" You quickly turn around and wipe your face. The tears you were holding back making a violent reappearance.

"Hey, hey, hey," Minho is suddenly in front of you.

He pulls your hands off of your face. He gently cups your face and tries to wipe your tears away. You look into his eyes. They are large and rimmed with tears and yet, he still wears a stupid smirk on his face

"I'm fine, okay. We're both fine. So stop crying. If I had drowned, it would have been nobody's fault but my own. But if I drowned saving you--hell, if I drowned while you made it out, I would have been fine with that."

"You need to stop doing reckless shit like that. Like, moving to the side of traffic when we walk on the sidewalk and waiting outside the bar for me to clock out and, picking fights with everyone who looks at me weirdly or cat calls me on the street."

"Y/n," He presses his forehead against yours, "I do reckless shit when I'm around you. I can't help it. I love you and I want to protect you. If something happened to you and I did nothing to stop it, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"And I'm supposed to live with myself if something happens to you? Because of me?" Your voice cracks again.

"I much rather have that than the other way around. Contrary to popular belief, I care and I would rather something happen to me than the people I love--to you."

"Stop saying you love me." You whisper, your tears slowly falling again as you blink.

"Why lie?" He whispers, slowly closing the gap between you as his nose rests on yours. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste.

"Because you don't mean it." You barely manage to choke out. He's so close to you, that your heart is about to burst out of your chest, you're almost certain he can hear it. His fingers feel like fire on your face.

"I do mean it. I've never lied to you a day in my life. I'm so in love with you that my body isn't even mine anymore. I lose control. That's why I always get mad easily when I see you with someone else. That's why I jumped in the water to save you. I can't go to the store without seeing something and wondering if you'd like it. Or hear a song and imagine you dancing to it while doing that high-pitched giggle you do when you're embarrassed. And that open-mouth smile you'll do while dancing when you know you're doing so well. You consume my every waking thought. And my sleeping ones too."

"Then...why aren't we together."

"You already know the answer to that," He closes his eyes, "I'm a coward. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to lose you. I rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all."

"But I can't be with someone else?"

"I'm a selfish bastard. I want everything all at once. You have no idea. Even now, you're crying and all I can think about is kissing you."

"Then do it," You breathe.

Minho pulls away from you, his eyes finally opening again. His hands don't leave your face. He's loudly breathing as he's deep in thought. His eyes move to your lips with an expression you've never seen on him before. For the first time in your life, he's unreadable.

"Y/n, I can't..." His eyes meet yours again.

"You just said you were a selfish bastard. Be selfish and take what you want. I promise you, I want it to." Your hands rest on his wrists.

He stays there in silence again, thinking. Probably contemplating the pros and cons of kissing you. You know he is, you've done it too, and every time the pros outweigh the cons but you still never act on your whims, terrified of scaring him off.

Minho leans in quickly. You close your eyes and brace yourself for the impact of his lips on yours. Only, they never come. You slowly open your eyes to find Minho close to your face, his lips hovering over yours.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, his lips brushing past yours.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." You whisper back.

A few more seconds go by before Minho finally closes the gap. His kiss is soft, almost as if he's scared you're going to vanish right now. You place cup his face in your hands and he melts into your touch. Relaxing a bit, he presses his lips into yours a bit deeper. You slightly part your lips to breathe and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop from your face to your waist. You slowly start to get lightheaded as you quickly become intoxicated with his scent, his touch--him.

Your hands drop down down to the bottom of his shirt. You play with the hem of his shirt before your right hand makes its way under his shirt. Your hand resting on his defined stomach. Your finger gently strokes the scar on his stomach. Your left hand finds itself on the waistband of his pants. Your finger wraps around his belt loop and gently tugs. His right hand softly grabs your wrist and he pulls away from you. His hands are still on your waist and wrist and he stares at you, trying to breathe. His lips are wet and slightly swollen, probably just like yours. His eyes are full of both lust and concern, it's almost cute.

"Are you sure?" He barely whispers.

"I'm sure," You pull on his belt loop again, this time with more force, closing the gap between the two of you. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you," He says softly, the lust slowly retreating from his eyes as becomes more concerned.

"Selfish and cocky," You chuckle.

"I don't mean like that. I mean that too, but I don't really, really, really don't want to fuck this up."

You press your lips into his. It's a simple, yet passionate, peck on the lips but it causes him to loosen up a bit. You slowly pull away and look him in the eyes.

"I trust you. With every part of me. Always have. You could never hurt me."

The concern melts off his face, being completely replaced by lust. He still hesitates moving for a second. You're almost certain he's about to chicken out before he crashes his lips onto yours, almost as if he's desperate this time. Your head becomes dizzy all over again as his hands trail over your body. You don't even notice Minho slowly walking you to the bed until your back is flat against it and he is suddenly hovering over you.

"Are you sure?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Positive."

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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pink carnations part 4 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, austin theory x reader

warning(s): hanahaki, implied smut, swearing, cheating, mentions of major character death

genre(s): heavy angst, fluff

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“glad to see you’re awake, ms. l/n.” the doctor began. cody leaned away from your bed, quickly pocketing the rose petal he had taken from y/n. cody, austin, and y/n all turned their gazes towards the doctor. “i do, however, have some news for you. whether you take it as good news or bad news is up to you.” the doctor continues, flipping through the papers that they held in the clipboard. all three physically tensed at the tone of the doctor’s words: expecting the worse to come next, although y/n held little hope in her gaze.

“we had to go through and ‘trim’ the plant growing in your lungs to give you a chance of living. of course, we did not remove the entire plant as we would need your explicit permission to do that, but we did what we could to at least keep you living for another month or so: depending on how rapid the flowers continue to grow.” the doctor explained, essentially killing y/n’s hopes that the reason she had coughed up a petal instead of a flower were because cody loves her. how could she have been so foolish to even think that was a possibility? y/n physically deflated in the hospital bed, sinking further into the mattress. austin looed over at her, clearly catching the woman’s sudden deflated hope. he caught it even before cody did, allowing him to react first.

austin reached for y/n’s hand, taking it in his and lacing their fingers together. the doctor glanced over at their intertwined hands, deciding against asking if y/n knew who was the cause of the flowers: it was obvious after he soon caught the other man in the room also staring down at the intertwined hands. y/n squeezed austin’s hand, meeting his gaze and feeling at ease with the reassuring smile he gave her and completely missing the way cody deflated in his own seat.

“with that being said, we will be giving you at most a week to tell us if you’d like to go through with the surgery or not. i’m sure you’re well aware of the outcome if you choose not to have the surgery, although i cannot make that decision for you. please call the facility as soon as you make that decision.” the doctor said, as they wrote down something on a piece of paper, taking it out afterwards. the doctor handed the paper over to austin, who held it out for y/n to read. “that’s a prescription for some basic medications to treat hanahaki. it’s used to reduce the pain you feel as well as to limit the growth rate of the flowers to turn your coughing fits more manageable. and here’s a doctor’s note to hand to your employer. according to your records, you work as a professional wrestler, correct?” the doctor questioned, looking up at y/n.

y/n looked away from the prescription, meeting the doctor’s gaze. she nodded at his question, not trusting her words in fear that she may say something else. she would have to give up wrestling, she knew that now. y/n could get the surgery and continue wrestling, but that’d also mean forgetting how it felt to love cody. how it felt to be in his arms. how exhiliterating his kisses were and how he seemed to set her skin on fire with every touch.

the doctor handed over the other piece of paper to austin, capping the pen bringing the clipboard down to their side. “i’ll have a nurse come in and take out your iv and you’ll be free to go after you pick up your medicine in the pharmacy. i also wrote down my number on the doctor’s note for you to call when you’ve made your decision on your surgery. take care, ms. l/n.” the doctor left the room not too long after saying their goodbye.

the three sat in the room, air dense and y/n seemingly lost in thought. cody was focused on the way austin held y/n’s hand and rubbed circles into the back of her hand with his thumb, swallowing back what he could only identify as jealousy at the sight. austin was staring at cody, almost seemingly challenging the man to try and do something about the situation. and y/n.. y/n was simply watching the testosterone battle in humor, even more so when cody finally looked up to meet austin’s stare.

there was no way she was getting the surgery. not when she knew how precious it was to be able to fall in love, and knowing that after getting the surgery, she may not be able to even know what the feeling of falling in love is.

it was odd how easy it was for her to come to terms with the fact that she was going to die, and soon. she had began to reminisce on the good times with cody, so much so that she hadn’t realized that the nurse had already come in and taken out y/n’s iv and handed her back her clothes.

cody and austin stood up, cody reaching for y/n’s clothes and holding it out for her to take. “we’ll be outside when you’re ready.” cody told her, seemingly easing up after austin had let go of her hand. the two men left the room, y/n getting out of the hospital bed and changing back into her clothes. she double checked that she had all of her belongings before walking towards the door. when she opened it and stepped out, she caught sight of the two men facing each other and grumbling as if they were arguing lowly amongst themselves - which of course they were. about what, y/n wouldn’t know.

“alright you two, knock it off. i was already suffocating in there with all the testosterone you were both emitting, dont subject everyone else to it.” she mused, watching the two men turn to look at her with sheepish gazes. y/n walked over to them, standing between them and linking her arms with their own. “now, let’s go get my meds and get out of here! you heard the doctor, if i have a month to live then we’re sure as hell not wasting any time!” y/n pulled the two men behind her, missing the way they stared at the back of her head with sad eyes.

that was almost a week ago, in fact, it would be a week officially as soon as tomorrow hits. y/n was still set on her decision to not get the surgery, the doctor’s number already saved in her contacts to let them know that she would not be getting the surgery. however, the fact that she decided to wait the full week before making her final decision was proof of her doubts at her own decision.

not much had changed since she got discharged, besides the fact that austin was often around her now. if cody wasn’t with her, then austin was. and even if cody was with her, austin was usually there. the man had become another friend to y/n, and an enemy of sorts to cody as the two would always butt heads trying to retain y/n’s attention.

stephanie was extremely kind to y/n, allowing her to stick around backstage as per her request although she wouldn’t be allowed to wrestle. of course to not become a dead weight backstage, y/n had taken up a light job of doing the other women’s makeup. that much she could manage, of course.

whenever she coughed up flowers, they hurt less. everything was going smoothly for y/n, and she actually believes that she may make it to over a month before her body gives out on her. although y/n recalls the doctor mentioning that the medicine would slow down the rate at which the flowers grew, y/n had no idea that they would grow so impossibly slow that she was still coughing up a multitude of petals rather than entire flowers like how she was previously.

but perhaps, that’s because of a certain someone.

cody took every moment he could to remind y/n that he loves her. so much so that y/n had began to feel guilty with every repetition of the phrase knowing that brandi was waiting at home for cody and still, very much, pregnant. his touch had lingered on her longer whenever he hugged her, guided her through a crowd, or even when the two would sit next to each other and he’d rest his hand on her thigh. y/n felt even more guilty when she would lean into his touch, blush whenever his kiss on her forehead would travel down to her cheek and increasingly travel dangerously close to her lips.

cody had also taken it upon himself to room with y/n when they would travel to a different city for the night, the two sleeping in different beds but staying up cuddled up together in one bed to talk about the day. and that’s exactly what the two were doing currently.

y/n and cody laid in the hotel bed, still wearing their clothes from that day and watching whatever youtube video she had pulled up on her laptop. she knew cody had a tiring day, especially after wrestling a dark match against austin where the two seemingly wanted to turn it into a real brawl.

y/n had her head and hand rested on cody’s chest, and cody had his armed wrapped around y/n. the laptop was set upon cody’s midsection, offering the two a good viewing angle of the video. eventually, cody reached out to pause the video which earned him a confused look from the woman currently cuddled into his chest.

his heart yearned for y/n, although the guilt eating away at him for cheating on brandi left him with a throbbing headache every night. but even so, y/n had made it obvious she was not going to get the surgery, and cody allowed himself to be selfish.

but above all humanly desires, he wants her to live.

“you should call the doc tomorrow and tell them you want the surgery.” he told her, hating how fast she sat herself up and the warmth of her left him.

y/n turned her body to face cody, sighing before letting herself fall back down to her space beside him. “i don’t want to, you know that cody.”

“but why?” he questioned, closing the laptop and setting it off to his side. he turned over on his side to face her, sinking down further so they could be eye-to-eye on the mattress.

y/n closed her eyes as soon as cody peered into her gaze, unable to look the man in the eyes. “because i don’t want to forget what it’s like to fall in love. i know a guy who went through the surgery, cody. and he doesn’t even know if he’ll ever know the feeling of being in love again! and, and i don’t want to forget what it’s like to be in love with.. you.” she admitted.

two humans sharing the same bed, their bodies innocently intertwined and their hearts beating together in time, but their fates not being alligned. how cruel love can be, cody mused to himself, as he reached up to cup her face in his hands. he watched as she opened her eyes to look at him, those beautiful eyes that cody wishes he could wake up to every morning for the rest of his life.

“but you didn’t know you’d fall in love with me either, but i caught you.” he reminded her, using his thumb to brush her cheek. cody brought their faces closer together, resting his forehead against hers. “how will you know if you’ll know the feeling of falling in love if you don’t even try afterwards? i want you to live, y/n. live and continue loving in a way only you know how to love other people.” cody whispered, not missing the way y/n’s face felt warmer under his palm.

“if there’s anyone who deserves to be in love and to be loved in this world, it’s you y/n. you shouldn’t let the possibility of not falling in love again even let you second guess yourself. because i know you will. after all,” cody paused, pulling away so he could see y/n’s face in his hands. “it’s you who left a y/n shaped hole in my heart which only you could fill. this surgery will save your life for certain, and afterwards, if the universe allows us, i hope your heart returns back to me. everything’s complicated right now but it’ll all work itself out in time. but if you don’t get that surgery, time won’t be on our side. it’s just whether or not you want to take that risk, y/n.”

in this moment, it was just cody and y/n. no one else mattered, just the way the two held each others gaze with so many unsaid phrases and emotions that ran deeper than words can go. they weren’t wwe superstars in that moment, but two hopeful wrestlers only wishing for a better future where the both of them could be happy.

“cody, i don’t know what to say.” y/n whispered, feeling the way her heart felt as if it were about to jump out of her chest, and the way it suddenly felt so easy to breathe as if the flowers in her lungs were no longer there. her head was spinning, his touch on her face lit her ablaze, and their proximity was only tempting y/n to press their bodies further together.

“then don’t say anything, y/n.” cody answered quickly. “just live.” he continued, before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers gently.

oh. she thought as she closed her eyes and melted into the kiss. that’s right, how could she ever forget this feeling. the way her body was lit ablaze by his touch, the way it felt as if there were little sparks being lit in her brain as she kissed him. and as for cody, cody could feel every part of him react when she kissed him back. it was as if a shock of electricity was suddenly shot down through his nerves in the best way possible. he pulled away, not trusting his own instincts to continue to let him get lost in her, not without her permission of course.

“cody, i love you.” she breathed out once he pulled away, opening her eyes to stare into his own. it was as if y/n had reached in and flipped a switch in cody’s mind in that moment. he brought his hand down from her face, pressing it against her shoulder and rolling her over on to her back. cody moved on top of her, using his knees to part her legs and positioning himself between them. his arms were set on either side of her head, and his gaze turned hungry at the little gasp she let out once he pressed his hips against her own.

“i love you, y/n.” cody whispered, fighting back the urge to lean down and kiss her. the two were close to the point of no return, the tension between them being so thick that it made the two of them light-headed.

y/n reached up, wrapping her arms around cody’s neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, earning a warning look from cody. “what about brandi?” y/n whispered, her voice shaky with worry and guilt.

he closed his eyes shut at her question, something like bile creeping up his throat. what about brandi? he questioned himself. cody was certain he was still in love with y/n, but his marriage with brandi who was pregnant with his child only made their entire situation complicated. he wouldn’t even be shocked if brandi had contracted hanahaki either, knowing that he is hopelessly in love with y/n and always has been but potentially realized too late.

“forget about brandi. i told you, everything will work out with time, i promise.” cody whispered, opening his eyes to meet y/n’s worried gaze. “i’m just worried that i realized too late to save you, with the deadline for your surgery being so close. but i have enough trust in our love that after your surgery, i’ll be able to make you fall for me all over again, and this time i’ll still be there to catch you.”

y/n tightened her grip around cody, effectively pulling cody closer down to her. “cody, can you show me how much i should trust in your love?” she whispered, to which cody answered by pressing his lips against hers. she gasped as cody rolled his hips down on to hers, allowing cody to deepen the kiss.

cody ate up her moans as the two got lost in each other, a chorus of “i love you.” filling up the room as the two lovers consummated their love after so many years of dancing around each other.

y/n was first to wake up that morning, her head rising and falling with every breath cody took. she looked up at her lover, smiling to herself before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips so she didn’t wake cody. she then rolled over on her side and reached for her phone that rested on the bedside table.

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arvensimp · 1 year

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That 2+1 fix is so cute omggg. I love when writer let the character speak. Something about arven being shy is just 😘😘😘😘 to my heart. Can I request a fanfic of arven being horny?

Thank you!!! I do love me a shy boy 💖💖💖 I hope you like this one! I feel like he comes off as less shy and more urgent/a hopeless mess here? But hopefully the shame is still there because at the end of the day what is shyness without fear and shame lmfao

Midnight Messquerade

Arven x Reader

Nsfw, no gendered pronouns used

Part 2, Part 3

His urges always seemed to come at the most inconvenient times.

He gets it. He's a young man in his prime. He has a really attractive traveling companion that he may or may not have major feelings for that his brain isn't quite ready to deal with in the aftermath of... Yeah. He's not ready to think about that.

He does however want to think about sweet, sweet relief.

It's been happening more and more lately where he's waking up just, stupid hard. When this would happen as a teenager it wasn't as big a deal. He could just tug it and be done and happily back to sleep within a few minutes, but now...

Well, now? He has you here, and that hardly seems appropriate. You're sleeping not even five feet from him, tucked into your sleeping bag all warm, and soft...and sweet...and hot...and he can't let his thoughts go further than that. It's not right to you.

Fuck. He actually whines a little out loud without meaning to then quickly claps a hand over his mouth.

He prays that didn't wake you up. Are you a light sleeper? He hopes not...

He stays deathly silent, listening for the soft, even sounds of your breathing before sighing in relief.

Okay. You're not awake.

Now for the more pressing problem.

Literally pressing.

He considers grinding softly against the inside of the sleeping bag... Maybe? He gives it a test and is quickly stilled when the vinyl of the fabric makes too-loud scraping sounds. Absolutely not.

He bites back another whine. How bad would it be if he just jerked off inside the sleeping bag. Really? If he looked away from you? He could just face away from you, then it wouldn't be like a real betrayal, right?

Arven huddles tighter in on himself, feeling like an absolute creep. He doesn't want to do that to you.

But then....maybe...what if you did catch him jacking off? Seeing him so horrendously, beautifully vulnerable? His hips quake a bit, involuntarily, and he bites back a choked sound before it fully escapes his throat.

No!

Fuck, Arven! He chides himself internally. Don't be a damned pariah. This is your best buddy you're thinking of. Your buddy who's been so good to you and seen you through so much! Who's helped you grow!

And now look at how much you've grown--STOP!

Arven tosses and turns, his legs cricketing within the sleeping bag, and oh that does kinda do something unintentional because then he full on groans without entirely meaning to into the open night air.

"A-Arven?!"

He chokes on an inhale, his eyes flying open. He really didn't mean to be that loud. Or sound that pathetic.

But here you are, hovering over him with a concerned look on your tired face.

And he couldn't be more disgustingly turned on.

He goes as pink as a tinkaton.

"Are you okay? You sounded like you were having a nightmare?"

You touch where his arm is in the sleeping bag, and it's like firecrackers. Arven jolts and moves away from you.

"Y-yeah! Totally, totally, totally, totally. Totally fine. Definitely. Yup. Just a nightmare. Sorry I bothered you. R-really. It's... Haha," His laugh sounds almost pained. "It's not a big deal. Promise. Just...just a nightmare..." He says the last part through clenched teeth.

You look a little sad. "...Arven....you've been having a lot of nightmares lately." Yeah. Nightmares. "Do you maybe wanna....I dunno, talk to someone?"

"Me? Nah, no. Don't....don't worry about it..." He swallows. The shame should absolutely not be making him harder. "I'm fine. Just...just gotta get back to sleep, ya know? Honk-shoo, honk-shoo and all that, haha..." Arven lays back down and curls in on himself in an attempt to end the conversation there.

He kinda wishes he could just. Melt away. Honk-shoo honk-shoo?! Why is he the way he is?!

Then you're absolutely not helping when you press yourself up against him in a hug through your sleeping bags.

"It's okay, Arven..." You say, genuinely trying to be soothing.

"N-Nope!" Arven says, darting out of his sleeping bag, while you yelp as you're launched back a bit in his haste to get away.

"S-sorry!" He calls to you, as he hurries off further into the woods. "I'll be right back. P-promise!"

Fuck, he's really gonna have to make this up to you. After he's done painting some poor tree trunk white.

God, he's a fucking degenerate.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader

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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year

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Holding On or Letting Go (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 814

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

TW: mentions of anxiety, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues

A/N: These past few months were super rough and somehow nothing seems to be getting better. For now, at least. I wrote this pretty recently and mainly just for myself, but then I thought hey, why not publish it? Maybe there's somebody who needs to hear a few encouraging and hopeful words. If you do, if you somehow find yourself in this story, please consider Levi's words. There is always a chance they are true. ❤️

Holding On or Letting Go

You hated nights like these.

Hated crying yourself to sleep or staying awake for ungodly long hours, accompanied by your worst and darkest thoughts.

It was getting bad again, there was no denying it. Everything in your life was falling apart and you had no idea how to stop it from happening. The pain of being lost and desperate felt almost unbearable.

All those restless nights made you scared to even go to bed, which was funny since your bed was the only place where you felt safe. How ironic, right? What truly scared you, wasn't the actual act of laying down. Rather what came after, if you somehow managed to fall asleep. Nightmares and weird dreams, that made you wake up several times during the night or which left you feeling absolutely exhausted in the morning.

It truly was getting bad, when you started to think about taking your life once again. These thoughts were nothing new to you, quite the opposite. You knew them pretty well for many years. They kept coming and going. Now they were here again... screaming inside your head for attention every waking hour of every day. And it was getting harder and harder to ignore them.

With fresh tears in your eyes, you turned your head to the right and looked at the peacefully sleeping figure right next to you. Levi was laying on his stomach with his face buried into the pillow, while one of his hands was holding yours. That was nothing unusual, he loved and needed to be touching you while sleeping. Only then could he get a proper rest. It took you some time, but you got used to this habit of his. After some time you weren't afraid to say, that you loved how much he needed to feel your presence all the time.

Levi knew you were walking on thin ice once again. There was no way of hiding how you truly felt from him. And that pained you the most. The reality of making him feel miserable just because you weren't strong enough to handle your own life and emotions.

For a little while you just lay there, listening to his slow and steady breathing, watching the gentle rise and fall of his back with every breath. Seeing him so peaceful and vulnerable at the same time made you feel too many things at once. There were no words to correctly describe just how much you loved him.

That's why you were so scared of the future. Of the possibility of losing the battle with your own mind and leaving Levi behind with a broken heart and head full of questions. You feared he would blame himself if you truly decided to let go of this life. And somehow, that hurt even more than all the pain your mind put you through. The vision of him mourning the future you two planned together, but will never happen. Despite everything, you made so many plans and until now, you managed to fulfill only a handful of them. The majority of your dreams still lingered in the future and right now... well, they seemed unreachable to you. They were too far away and you didn't have the energy or the motivation it took to chase them down.

With a smile, that almost hurt and was just a stupid attempt for stopping your tears, you slowly outstretched your free hand toward Levi. With the tips of your fingers, you lightly and very carefully started to trace the outlines of all the muscles on his bare back, gently moving onto his shoulder and left arm. You wanted to remember all the little details about him. Store them in your head for the worst moments. He was always something like your own little sanctuary. Someone who you could run to, when everything became too overwhelming and scary.

Levi stirred a little but didn't wake up. You waited for a couple of seconds, your fingers still lingering over his body. When he didn't move again and didn't open his eyes, you let your fingertips caress his warm skin a little more. Both of your bodies were illuminated by the soft moonlight streaming in through the window.

„What are you thinking about?“ he asked suddenly in a sleepy voice, pulling your hand closer and kissing your knuckles. Without thinking, you moved closer, hiding in the embrace of his strong arms. Feeling his warmth beside you under the covers was one of the best feelings in the world, no matter how bad you were feeling. „Do you want to tell me what′s wrong?“

„Not really.“ You already knew, there was no point in talking. All it did, was drain you even more, anyways. Talking about your problems and emotions never solved anything. It felt pointless.

„You can talk to me about anything, love.“ His words were quiet and full of concern. Maybe that’s why he hugged your even tighter, burying his nose into your freshly washed hair.

He never failed to remind you how much he loves simple little things about you. Like the way your favorite shampoo smells, your most frequently used nail polish color, or the way you dress up in clothes you find the most comfortable to wear. The man loved everything about you. Everything. Literally. Even the things you hated to look at and the things you wished could just simply disappear.

He could never get enough of touching your soft skin. His hands just loved grabbing you by your hips, even though you hated them for being too wide. He found sweet pleasure in kissing and carefully biting your thighs, while making love to you, even though you hated them for not being skinny enough. He loved to lay his head on your stomach and talk to you about his day, even though you were disgusted with it for not being flat enough.

And so on.

There wasn’t a part of your body this man would not adore. If he could, he would kiss every tiny little inch at least a hundred times a day. Maybe even more. He never had enough of you, not even after hours of sweet and equally dominant intimacies. His own exhaustion never mattered to him. When he saw that you wanted him some more, that you needed to feel him some more, he obeyed without a single word. He was very well aware of the fact, that sometimes it was him and him only, who could keep your mind from wandering to dark and dangerous places.

„I′m scared,“ you finally spoke, swallowing hard. Your eyes were once more burning with tears that wanted to stream down your cheeks. The pain in your chest was growing worse by the second. Slowly it was almost impossible to take a breath without needing to suppress the need to sob. „I’m scared. And lost. And just so exhausted from fighting with my own god damned mind every single day. It was supposed to get better. I tried, I really did try this time and I believed that it’s gonna be fine. But it’s not, because I can feel everything getting bad again. And I’m just so incredibly scared, that this time...“

All of those words seemed to come out of nowhere. At first, you didn’t even realize that you said them out loud. Only after your voice disappeared into the darkness surrounding the both of you. The world behind the windows suddenly seemed too quiet. Almost dead. As if you and Levi were the only ones left in the universe.

„I don’t think I can fight anymore, Levi. Or rather... I′m not sure I want to fight.“

„Then I’ll fight for you, no problem,“ he replied almost immediately, pressing his lips to your forehead. His voice sounded almost too calm. Did he not understand what you just said to him? „I’m not letting you go. Never.“

„Why?“

You waited for the tears to run down your cheeks, but it suddenly felt as if you were too numb and tired to even cry again. Despite your heart and soul being ripped apart by everyday life. Despite your mind trying to end you during every awake moment of each day.

„Because I know you don’t want to die. You want the exact opposite.“ You furrowed your brows, trying to look into his eyes. They looked even prettier in the silvery moonlight. „When you smile, laugh, and joke around and when you’re excited about something... I mean really, truly excited when you ramble to me about some of your favorite things for hours and even days... that is the real you.“

„What?“

„You don’t want to die, Y/N,“ he repeated, brushing the tips of his fingers alongside your cheek and jaw. His touch was gentle as always. As if he was touching a porcelain doll, deathly afraid it would break. „There is so much this life has to offer and I know you want to experience so many things. You have your dreams for the future and the way you talk about them when you let your guard down... I know you don’t want to die.“

Why did he keep on repeating those words? How could he know? How could he be so sure? It was you, who had to live inside your head. It was you, who knew all the little details that made you think that this life is simply not for you.

„I know you want to live a long and happy life. And I really hope, that you are aware of the fact, that it′s not too late to start over. With anything. You are still young and have many, many opportunities. Your past mistakes don't have to hold you back from anything.“

„I′m tired,“ you whispered, wrapping your arm around his body. As if you were afraid, that he′s going to suddenly disappear if you don′t hold him tight enough. „And so unbelievably scared of everything. You can't even imagine how draining it is... to live like this for so many years. Always thinking about every little detail of every possible situation and expecting the worst. Dreading the moment I′ll have to get out of bed and face a new day. Always hiding the fact, that I′m constantly in so much pain.“

The way he held you against his body and rubbed your back made you surrender, and tell him everything that was on your mind. Levi reassured you many times, that it was absolutely okay. You could always talk to him about anything and everything. About every little detail, that bothered you. But doing it was hard even after all that time you spent together.

This wasn't the life he deserved. Not the life you wanted him to live. Somebody like Levi deserved only the best of everything. Not a burden like you. Not a partner, who promised him many things, but eventually wasn′t able to fulfill anything. Not someone, who was planning on leaving him behind, despite him trying his best every single day.

„I don′t think I want to do this anymore.“

„What exactly makes you think that?“ he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You tried to take a couple of steadying breaths before answering him. However, the next couple of minutes were spent in complete silence. „I know how misleading your anxious thoughts can get. But I also know that you are strong enough to fight them. You know they are not telling you the truth.“

Mental illness took many things from you. Throughout the last ten years or so it turned you into a completely different person in many aspects. You tried to fight back and get better multiple times. But nothing was working, you always ended up where you began. All the effort was pointless, it only left you more defeated.

„Everything is going to be okay, love. Everything, I promise you. No matter how scared and tired you are right now, it′s going to get better.“ His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. „We′ll figure everything out. Together, you and I. There is nothing we can′t get through, remember that. It will get better... so much better. You will be happy again. And so glad you didn′t give up. There is just so much beauty in this life you still need to see and feel. You deserve it, you deserve every single good thing you ever wished for, and a hundred times more.“

Could you really believe his words, when your mind was telling you the exact opposite? When it was trying to convince you, that pain and failure was all you ever truly deserved? After ruining so many things and letting down those closest to you, there should be nothing nice waiting for you. Those truly beautiful things and experiences belonged to other people, not you. They were reserved for someone stronger, better motivated, way more determined and persistent... someone more beautiful and lovable. Anybody but a weak-minded and pathetic failure like you.

„I promise you won't regret staying alive, because you never know what could happen. You could be living your dream life in a couple of months. You can soon have everything you′ve always wanted or something even better, but only if you don′t give up.“

He was never the best with words, but when it came to dire situations like this one, Levi always managed more than perfectly. Somehow he always knew, what your heart needed to hear and feel. What the back of your mind was trying to tell you as well, but couldn′t say it loud enough to drown out all the other anxious voices. So he took it upon himself. To remind you just how wrong you were when you thought there was nothing left to live and fight for.

„I′m here and I′m not letting go. Ever,“ he whispered even more reassuringly, running his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion. Tears were still collecting in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. „You′ll push through this, I know that. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after, but you will be okay again. You will smile and be happy again. Happier than ever, and I′ll be right there beside you the whole time.“

You shook your head, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You didn′t want to talk anymore. Talking seemed too tiring and not being able to put your thoughts and feelings into words made your insides twist in unimaginable pain. You so desperately wanted to get it all out... scream your confusion and fear into the wind and watch them fly away. But that was impossible. The sorrow had nowhere to go, it was bound to stay inside you.

„You don’t want to die, Y/N,“ Levi repeated again, wrapping his arms around your body even tighter. „Am I right?“

That was it.

At that moment, hearing the fear in Levi′s voice... it felt as if your heart snapped in half. All the tears finally rolled down your cheeks. You cried and sobbed for what felt like eternity, while your partner quietly held you in his arms, shielding you from the world. He knew you had to let it all out. And the best thing he could do was give you the support and the feeling of safety you needed.

„I don't...“ you got out in a hoarse voice and almost too quiet for Levi to hear. But he did. He was paying very close attention, not to overhear even your quietest word. „I don′t want to...“ You couldn't even finish that sentence. Not even for Levi′s sake.

„I′ll give you everything you want from this life and even more. Everything you don′t think you deserve. I′ll do it all, just to see you smile again. I′ll show you, that this life is truly worth living and I′ll keep doing it until you see it for yourself as well.“

He was right.

Deep down you knew it.

Life really was worth living.

You wanted and tried to believe it. Sometimes it was fairly easy. Just closing your eyes and imagining all the possibilities the future held. Sometimes you could almost taste the freedom you longed for – the peaceful and quiet life, where you had everything. Not in a sense of wealth or luxury. Just everything you personally valued the most. Ordinary things like love, peace, happiness, harmony, and purpose.

„I love you, Levi.“

You could feel him smile a little, while he pulled away to look you in the face. His eyes were almost identical to the silvery moonlight, that was illuminating the beautiful contours of his face. There wasn′t a feature you didn′t love about him. Sometimes you still wondered what a man like him saw in someone like you.

„And I never want to lose you,“ you added, resting your forehead against his, brushing a few longer strands of his hair away. „Or lose myself again and again. Over every little mistake or every horrific thought that goes through my mind.“

You wanted to live. So, so, so much. Just not like this. All you truly wanted, was to escape your own head and finally have a life you dreamed of so many times. The life you painfully wished for every single time you closed your eyes.

You never really wanted to kill yourself... just the current version of you, so the next one... the better and finally happy one could be born.

It was that simple and complicated at the same time.

All you wanted, was to live again, not just survive.

You wanted to fall in love with your old hobbies again and feel the sunshine on your skin the way you used to many years ago.

You wanted to make people around you proud and happy.

You wanted to make yourself happy again. See a purpose in every day you got the chance to wake up to. Get out of bed and feel joy about all the things you had the opportunity to do.

You wanted to see life as a gift, not as a curse.

It was really that simple and complicated at the same time.

„Never forget, that you don′t have to conquer the world in one day. You have all the time you need, to be everything you′ve ever wished for. But only if you don′t give up,“ Levi said, kissing the tip of your nose, while his fingers gently wiped tears away from your cheeks. You loved just how gentle he could be with you. „Everything will turn out like it′s supposed to. And no amount of worrying is going to change that. So, please, don′t make yourself sick over every little thing. Don't torture yourself with the past, present, and future all at once. It won't do you any good, just harm you even more.“

You nodded slowly, letting him pull you close again. His fingers slipped into your hair, while he cradled your head against his chest, letting you feel his presence even more. You knew that love wasn′t some magical remedy, but it had the power to do wonders sometimes.

„Can you promise me you′ll give life another chance?“ he asked after a quiet moment, while some more tears slipped down your wet cheeks. „At least one more?“ he added, when you stayed quiet, leaning against him a bit better.

You didn′t want to promise anything. Better said, you didn′t want to lie and let Levi down even more. Or yourself.

„I know how many times you wanted to give up in the past, but you never did. Nothing was stronger than you. Than your will to have the life you dream about. So, please, don′t let this bring you down. I know you can do it... you can find that strength again and get through even the hardest tasks.“ Closing your eyes and listening to his voice in the dark was so comforting. Every single word, even without a specific meaning, sounded like the most beautiful song you could ever wish to hear. „Everything will be okay. Just like many times before.“

„And if not?“ you asked, trying to hold back another sob. „What if I stay like this forever?“

Levi shook his head, his hand slowly running up and down your back. „You won't, I know that. You won′t stay like this because this is not the real you. Just a temporary version, that is needed for your future happiness. For your survival right now in this moment.“ His lips pressed to your forehead in another small kiss. „And when that moment finally passes, the real you will come back. And it will be even happier than ever before.“

What did the real you look like? So much time went by since you saw that version of yourself the last time. Would you even recognize it, if the two of you just randomly met somewhere on the street? No, probably not. That was the most heartbreaking thing about this whole situation. You completely losing yourself, and becoming a stranger. Just an empty shell of a person once so full of life.

„Can you promise me you′ll give life another chance?“ Levi asked once more, pulling you away from another messy horde of painful thoughts. „At least one more?“

You could feel just how eagerly he waited for your answer. For any kind of confirmation. But you just motionlessly lay there with your head on his chest and your arms wrapped around him. Giving him false hope would be cruel. Promising something, you weren′t sure you will be able to carry out would be heartless.

You wanted to live.

So, so, so much.

Live and be content with the life you had. Live and be happy at least most of the time. Live and finally see life as a gift. But despite that, sometimes the darkness inside you seemed too scary and strong. Too demanding and never-ending.

„I′d like to stay a little longer,“ you whispered finally, pressing your lips against Levi′s neck, while also attempting to finally stop your tears.

„That′s my girl,“ he said proudly, planting a kiss on top of your head. „I love you so much and I am so incredibly proud of you. For everything.“ Somehow, even despite all the chaos in your head, you knew he was being honest. He meant those words. And all those other ones before as well. „You′ve got all it takes to do literally everything you′ve ever dreamed of. And I′ll be gladly standing by your side, and watch you amount to great things while holding your hand and never letting go.“

Life was, after all, about giving chances.

So that night, after crying your heart out, you decided to give it another one.

Maybe just one more.

And maybe one of many.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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geek-and-nina · 1 year

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Cuirass and Cleaning

Jade found the catch beneath the collar of the Kymerian Cuirass, somewhere only she would have thought to look given the intimate closeness required to look. Luckily, they had just returned to the edge of the Wildwood and the closeness meant that when Kit collapsed, Jade was already right there to catch her. One moment, the princess had been wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, then she was limp in Jade's arms. It was like light had suddenly left her eyes and Jade was scooping the exhausted young woman up into her arms.

Halfway to the river, Jade had informed the others she would wash the layer of grime left behind off Kit in privacy when the Shield of the Empress began to wake up. She grumbled, her nose brushing against the familiar smell and texture of Jade's leather armor. She recognized that as safety and home. Kit’s eyes stayed closed. She opened them when she felt Jade set her down.

She was met with the sight of her knight peeling off her own armor, down to the grimy breastband and undershorts, before Jade returned to Kit and pulled the sweat-saturated tunic off of her, followed by her breeches, boots, and socks. Kit allowed it wordlessly, enjoying the feel of Jade’s hands on her exhausted body without the layer of scaled metal between them.

“You’re awake, love? How are you? How are you feeling?” Jade asked, tender hand brushing her cheek reverently, drawing Kit’s attention.

“Tired. So tired, also gay. You’re in your underwear.” Kit mumbled, her mouth not wanting to move in conjunction with her words.

“So are you, Princess. Will it be okay for me to wash you off in the river?” Jade asked, secretly relieved that she was left in a position where she had to ask for permission

“Jade, of course. You’re my… my knight.” Kit’s head lolled as she tried to hold her neck up of her own accord. “Anything requiring any muscle mass of mine might require more help of yours than usual.” Kit said after giving up any attempt at righting herself.

Jade smiled softly and affectionately, and with barely even a heavy exhale, lifted Kit off of the mossy bank adjacent to the river. Skin touched skin, both bodies slightly warmer than they ought to have been. The coldness of the water sent chills through the both of them as Jade carried Kit into the river. She kept the girl close to her chest, watching as what energy Kit had left was poured into clenching immediately against the sensation.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jade said softly, almost inaudibly as she clutched Kit closely to her chest. She cupped water in her free hand and carried it to douse the mud caked at Kit’s temple and then worked her way down the princess’ body, getting her as clean as possible using only the one hand as the other held Kit to Jade’s body.

Kit sighed in relief as each muscle relaxed beneath Jade’s touch, coming clean but also being released of its tension as it was reminded of its safety. Once she had been washed in her majority, she felt Jade turn her around and Kit’s chin hooked over her shoulder to hold her in place as Jade washed her back.

“Does that feel better?” Jade asked, doing her best to be as respectful of Kit as possible while also getting her as clean and clear of the nastiness that accumulated at the same time.

“Yeah, thanks Jade, sorry about this.” Kit said on a soft exhale, clearly a little embarrassed as energy began to return and some semblance of strength returned to her muscles.

“Don’t be. I enjoy taking care of you, especially when you’re incapacitated after one of the hardest and best fights I’ve ever seen you put up. I know the Cuirass caused this and that you didn’t mean for or know that it would happen. I’ve got you, Kit. I’ve always got you.” Jade reassured her. She had stopped cleaning Kit and they were just holding one another now, exhausted as the fear finally seeped away, and relief creeped in. They just enjoyed each other and the closeness and the privacy. “I’m so proud of you, Kit.”

Kit slung her arms around Jade’s shoulders as they finally felt usable again. “I was scared, Jade.”

“I know.” Jade replied into the crook of Kit’s neck. “You were so brave and beautiful.”

“Yeah, you were too.” Kit’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “Thank you for being there for me… protecting me when I didn’t know I needed it.”

“Always, love. Always.” Jade’s voice matched hers.

#wrote this for alyx in the middle dnd when they were having a bad day #taratwrites #willow 2022 #kit tanthalos #tanthamore #jade claymore #willow series #if it's bad don't blame me #blame the flail snails we were fighting #unbetad

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sylviaplatypus · 1 year

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honestly not sure how i ended up here

i mean, why not resurrect a barely used, decade-old writing blog for the anime show buddy daddies?

this is what happens when a formerly depressed human turned queer therapist-in-training decides to watch 2 hitmen and a baby as an escape during the last semester of graduate school: i end up with the kind of brainrot that leads me to spiral about the lasting impact of trauma on these fictional characters, and eventually think “what’s the deal with rei suwa’s mother?” then the next thing i know i’m accidentally spending the majority of my spring break writing a rambling rei character study about healing and growth and found family that i will almost definitely not have time to finish (even though i desperately want to lmao).

so here’s one of the scenes that i did manage to finish because i’m so dang soft for this little family that it’s borderline unhealthy:

He sleeps more peacefully on the nights when Miri demands that the three of them share a bed. She’s learned how to time it for moments when they’re both exhausted and feeling even more incapable than usual of saying no to her.

Rei likes it more than he’s willing to admit. Miri tosses and turns, her little feet digging into tender organs and her arms often splayed wide over both of their faces, but when she finally settles it’s almost always with Rei. Tiny hands clinging to his shirt or his hair, small body curled into his torso. The warmth of her thaws something deep inside Rei, and he never thinks twice about putting a protective arm over her, curving his own body back around hers like a shield. Behind him, Kazuki radiates a similar heat - reminding Rei of his constant, steady presence.

Rei had had glimpses of reprieve from the brutality of life as the Suwa heir scattered throughout his childhood. They were few and far between, and always fleeting: the soothing touch of his mother’s hand, the sound of her voice lulling him to sleep with a story. It took Rei a while to understand why she wouldn’t - or rather, couldn’t - save him from the boss, but he still felt bitter about it for a long time after. However, since Kazuki and Miri’s entrance into his life, those small moments of safety and love that she could manage to offer have begun to filter back into Rei’s memory.

She had come to him during some of those tormented nights as a kid, Rei remembers. When she could, when the boss was away on business and not there to see her doing what he viewed as her coddling him. She would sneak through the shadows to go unnoticed by the underlings the boss had tasked with protecting his bloodline in his absence and slip into Rei’s room. Sometimes she would find him already in tears, face pressed into his pillow to muffle the sound. Sometimes he would jerk awake with a scream in his throat to find her already sitting at the foot of his bed. She wouldn’t usually say anything - what was there to say? - but she would draw his head into her lap and thread her fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp until he drifted back into a less fretful sleep.

Of course, there were also reasons why Rei chose most nights to sleep in a cold bathtub with little, if any, comforts. He was telling Miri the truth when he said it was in case of an ambush, but not being able to sleep too deeply also ensured that he didn’t dream. Being sandwiched between the comforting warmth of Miri and Kazuki’s sleeping bodies, feeling safe enough to drift off into a deep sleep - some nights that didn’t end well for Rei. Thankfully, on many of those nights he had only twitched awake with a sharp gasp, barely disturbing Miri - who would mutter something about Papa Rei and sleep before settling again.

But on this night Rei finds himself trapped in a particularly awful nightmare. It’s a stomach-turning combination of real memories and his worst fears: a ten year old version of himself on his knees, begging and screaming while his father orders the murder of his family; watching helplessly as that dead-eyed creep Ogino levels a gun at Miri’s precious head, Kazuki already dead beside her.

He wakes violently - sitting up with a shout and flinging his body toward the bedside drawer where he knows Kazuki keeps a disassembled Glock. He hears Miri’s terrified scream and reacts without thinking. Jumping into a crouch on the bed, assembling the gun with smooth, practiced motions as he does, and pointing it toward the nearest source of movement.

“Rei!” Kazuki yells. His hands are thrown over his head, and he looks so frightened that it cuts through the haze of Rei’s panic like a knife. The gun lowers as his arms go limp, and Kazuki snatches it out of his reach, ejects the magazine before tucking it into the back waistband of his pajama bottoms. He starts to reach for Rei but pauses when Miri explodes into tears from the other side of the bed.

“Miri!”

Kazuki scoops her into his arms as Rei deflates further, all of the tension draining out of his body and replaced by concern at the sound of Miri’s hiccuping sobs. Each one feels like something sharp stabbing into his ribcage. He reaches for her without thinking. She cries even louder, and Rei snatches his hand back like he’s been burned. Kazuki looks wretched, torn between who to comfort.

“Just give her a minute,” he says. He gives Rei a meaningful look and stands with Miri in his arms. “We’ll be right back.”

The door clicks shut behind them, and Rei drops his head into his hands. He can hear the muffled sounds of Miri crying and Kazuki’s attempts to soothe her getting further away as they pad downstairs. Rei thinks they’re probably heading to the kitchen. The one foolproof way of getting Miri to calm down is usually food. They’re alike in that way, Rei observes distantly, then groans to himself.

He feels fucking terrible.

Why did he think he could do something like this right? A father is the person who saves you; that’s what Miri said in the park on the day when everything changed between them. That’s when he became her Papa Rei. He had heard those distressed cries, her pleas for him, as he stood waffling behind a tree and knew all at once that he couldn’t not protect her.

But now he’s the reason she feels afraid. He’s too fucked up to ever protect anyone. It’s a miracle he survived this long (and, if he’s being totally honest with himself, he knows that miracle is named Kazuki). He drags his fingers through his hair, gripping it at the base of his skull, and lets out a frustrated sigh. Really, it was only a matter of time before Miri realized what a piece of trash her Papa Rei actually is, how incapable he is at everything except violence and killing. She was always going to end up afraid of him, just like he was of his father.

Rei hears the sound of the refrigerator door opening downstairs, then Kazuki’s quiet voice. Miri’s higher pitched tone follows. Sure enough, she sounds calmed by the promise of yummy food. She sniffles occasionally, but seems to not be crying anymore. Rei leans back against the wall with his knees pulled up and his arms dangling loosely over them. He drifts in and out of time for a while, and eventually becomes aware of Kazuki sitting in front of him. Rei blinks a few times to bring him into focus.

“Hey,” Kazuki says. Something about his expression looks careful, but there’s no pity there. “You okay?”

Rei shrugs. It’s as honest as he can let himself be.

Kazuki nods like he understands. “Do you want to join us?”

Rei freezes and casts a nervous glance in the direction of the stairs.

“Does she?”

“Of course she does,” Kazuki assures him. “You scared her, but she’s okay now. She’s asking about you, and I think she’d feel better if you came down too.”

Rei draws in a deep breath and nods. He follows Kazuki out of the bedroom and down the staircase. Miri is sitting at the table, her short legs swinging while she colors. The tip of her tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, and there is an empty plate and cup by her elbow. She looks up at the sound of their footsteps.

“Papa Rei, come sit,” she says. She doesn’t bounce out of her chair and into his arms like part of him had secretly hoped, but she doesn’t turn away from him either. She still trusts him, Rei thinks, and relief floods through his chest. He sits next to her, careful to give her enough space to come to him when she’s ready. She points to her drawing. “It’s you.”

A black-haired stick figure in a blue hoodie sits above a rectangle filled with colorful circles and blobs. Rei feels his throat tighten. Despite his efforts, his voice comes out a little raspy when he speaks.

“This is me?”

Miri nods and jabs a finger toward the paper again.

“Papa Kazuki said that sometimes you have scary dreams and it makes you sad.” Rei glances over at Kazuki, who gives him a sheepish shrug. “And I said we should make you all of your favorite food because that makes you happy, but Papa Kazuki said we don’t have all the ingre-dents, plus,” she pauses for an inhale and pitches her voice lower to imitate Kazuki, “’it’s the middle of the night.’ So I thought I would draw a picture of you with your favorite foods instead to make you happy. Do you like it?”

Rei touches the tips of his fingers to the drawing, feeling bits of waxy crayon shavings cling to them.

“I do,” he says. Miri smiles at him, and Rei can’t help himself. “Miri, I’m sorry that I scared you.”

Miri studies his face for a few long moments, and Rei gets the sense not for the first time that she is wise beyond her years. Without a word, she climbs over from her chair into Rei’s lap. He winces when her sharp elbow digs into his stomach and adjusts his posture so that they fit more comfortably. Once she’s settled, Miri looks up into his eyes with a serious expression and gestures for him to come closer.

Rei does. He would do anything for her.

“Sometimes I feel scared and sad, too,” she whispers into his ear.

Rei huffs a surprised exhale, and brings his arms around her without a second thought. She hugs him back for a second and then laughs a little.

“Papa Kazuki!” she says. Rei looks over to see Kazuki quickly swiping at his eyes. Miri pulls back and turns that serious expression on Rei once more. “He needs a hug too.”

Rei nods and stands with Miri. As they approach Kazuki, Miri stretches out her little arms and grabs him by the neck to pull him closer without trying to crawl out of Rei’s grasp. Rei startles for a moment. He thought that Miri was planning to give Kazuki a hug of her own, not that she meant for all of them to hug.

Kazuki appears to be realizing the same thing. He darts that familiar helpless, “oh well, what else can we to do” look that usually accompanies Miri demanding something they know will make her happy, and places an arm over each of their shoulders. Miri giggles and squirms as Kazuki presses exaggerated kisses to her cheeks and hair. Rei’s arms are full trying to keep the wiggling toddler from falling to the floor, so all he can really do is lean into Kazuki’s solid torso until the two of them are finished. Before Kazuki releases them, he gives Rei a quick but firm squeeze.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies fanfic #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #miri unasaka #kazurei #angst #comfort #part of a larger work that may or may not ever see the light of day

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venusimi · 2 years

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Little ice skating ballerina

While performing like usual in the human realm on one of the ice lakes, the ice melts and panic ensues.

GN!MC x Everyone, MC & Luke (PLATONIC)

Major injury, blood // competitive skater MC

You had been waiting for so long to show everyone your skating moves! You've been practicing for so long, you simply couldn't wait any longer.

The quadruple jump is a difficult jump, you've attempted that jump once or twice in a competitive skating competition. You always landed 3rd or 4th each time, sometimes not even top 5 for butchering it twice maybe but today is the day you perfect it!

You skated gracefully across the ice, you warmed up and stopped to drink water.

You were unable to hide your giddy when Mammon smiles at you, "Ya look excited, do yer best." This makes you even giddier knowing they're looking forward to it.

"Will do! I promised to give you a show, and a show I will give!"

Lucifer chuckles, Mammon takes your water bottles and pats your face. "Don't be afraid sweets!~ It's just us." Asmodeus gives you a smell peck on the cheek before sending you off.

You insisted that you didn't need music, that you just wanted to show a couple moves, but Solomon—being the ass that he is—said you had to create a show for them.

So here you are.

Skating to whatever music you wanted to skate to at that time, but now that you think about it, maybe something slow and steady would he safer.

Everything went smoothly.

You were landing your moves perfectly without issue!

As you fastened your pace to jump a butterfly, you feel the ice melt underneath you.

You jump, and barely landed.

The fear must've been evident, but no one could stop you as you kept skating with a determined expression. You had to land this jump.

The quadruple jump.

Then you landed.

Not on your feet like you had hoped.

Your body slid across the ice, blood trailing your body.

Your body was limp.

"MC!" They all yelled in unison.

"Wait! Don't move!!" Solomon only barely managed to catch all of them from stepping on the ice.

"Solomon!?" Asmodeus gasped in betrayal.

Barbatos stands upright, in a more intimidating manner but not really. "What is the meaning of this?"

"You can't go! The ice... It's melting, and the impact on MC's body against the ice cracked it. Demons and angels alike have body temperatures hotter than a regular human's, adding to that, a demon's muscle weight is heavy so therefore, neither of you is qualified to enter without risking any of us."

"I live long enough to study whatever I get my hands on." He quickly adds the moment Diavolo eyed him curiously, he turns his attention back to the civilians that passes by.

"Neither of you can fly over and grab them without exposing yourselves..."

"What's our plan then?" Beelzebub asks, calmly, although to anyone who has been with him long enough knows that he is the opposite of calm.

Solomon didn't know what to do.

They could call for help but it would be too late if they call for help now.

Then MC starts to stir awake, "Bunny! Oh my sweets, are you okay?" Asmodeus was first to freak out. He tries to get closer without stepping on the ice.

A group of people started watching, a few parents shielding their children away from the horrific scene of blood gushing out of your forehead trailing your body from where you slipped.

You let out a small gasp when you tried moving your ankle, you were hurt badly and your vision was blurring even worst.

"I... What happened?" You see the cracks on the ice, it's melted. Then you see the people around you. Worried elderlies in their 50s or 60s, parents, teenagers, adults... They all had their phones out filming or whatever.

"Mc!" Lucifer called, you turn to look at the tall man.

"Lu...cifer.." Your head throbbed.

"Mc, stay with us, okay? Stay awake." Belphegor coaxed you, he could sense how afraid you were. The red that stained the ice blue frozen lake was everywhere.

It started to stain your clothes too.

"...Ah..." You look around and there are more people that gathered.

"Honey! Pay attention to me and me only!" Asmodeus called for you, he tries to ensure that you are focusing on one thing and one thing only.

To escape.

You now noticed Luke with a tearful eye, holding onto Simeon for dear life.

You hear them yell all kinds of things.

You couldn't hear.

"MC!!" Diavolo's voice was the loudest, he speaks over crowds, calling for your name isn't that hard. You snap your head to look at him.

"Good, now listen to what Solomon has to say and stay awake for us!" Barbatos looked calm but he wasn't.

Everything was terrifying.

The ice was unsteady underneath you, "B-Barbatos..." You mumble in fear as cracks slowly formed. You hear Luke cry louder, begging Solomon to be quick.

"MC! Lay down and- MC!!!"

You scream before your head submerged deep into the ice cold lake.

You very quickly lost consciousness.

You ignored the blood red lake, blood.

So much blood...

Once you woke up, it was warm.

You could barely open your eyes but when you do, you were greeted with quite the sight.

The demon lord sat slouched on a chair, asleep. Lucifer had his head on Diavolo's shoulder, Mammon's head on Lucifer's lap, Belphegor slept on the crook of Beelzebub's neck, Asmodeus and Satan fell asleep with their heads on each other.

Solomon and Simeon sat beside each other, asleep upright with Luke on their laps. Tear stained face and red puffed eyes despite being asleep oh so peacefully.

Barbatos on the other hand was wide awake, already serving you water and tea on the side.

"Hello Mc, drink this. It's water." He whispers.

He helps you sit up straight, even helped you drink water without spilling anything. "Good." He whispers again, he was careful not to wake anyone so you can wake up properly.

"How are you feeling?" He hands you tea, the same type of tea you usually drank after getting a cold.

"...Hmm... Sore, tired and a slight headache..." You took a sip.

As per usual, sweet.

"I see. Just drink this tea, it's the same one I give to you for your colds except I made sure to add some extra medicine in the tea so your healing process is quicker."

"...Thank you Barbatos." You smile very weakly towards him.

"Mm, it's no problem. The headache should go away when you wake up again, so now, just rest." He places his gloved hand on your eyes.

You fall asleep.

"YOU MEAN THEY WERE AWAKE!?" Was that Mammon?

"Yes, but they were barely awake so I made them drink tea and made sure they slept more." Barbatos.

You open your eyes.

"What... Is going on?" Your voice was tired.

Everyone snaps their neck towards you and you felt their heart beat fast.

You see it on their face.

Relief.

They all yelled your name and came running towards you.

"MC!!"

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alcamcat · 1 year

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Nightmares

They like to sleep, at least after they get used to the fact that they are not in danger. But with sleep come nightmares. What are they subconsciously afraid of that comes up in their nightmares?

-I don't own the game or the characters-

James:

James is afraid of losing control and not being the one pulling the strings anymore. Because of the role he grew up in, it was ingrained in him that he should always be responsible. When he has nightmares, they are usually about this control being snatched from him or not being able to turn a situation to his advantage. From time to time he dreams that people will reveal that he and his brothers are demons and that he cannot maneuver himself and them out of the situation. One wrong word, one wrong gesture and he's set off a chain reaction in his dream that he can't stop even with his magic, no matter how hard he tries. From time to time, but not that often, he also dreams that he, as the new ruler of the Abyssal Plains, makes a major mistake that not only costs him lands but also a large part of his army. Such dreams make him wake up with mixed feelings. However, James is one of the brothers who has the fewest nightmares due to the self-control he has acquired over the years. If he does, he will avoid Damien for the first few hours of the day so Damien doesn't realize how much these nightmares are bothering him.

Erik:

Since it is Erik's unique ability to go into the dreams of others, he acts as a sort of guardian of his brothers' dreams at the beginning of their new life in the human world. However, he too is occasionally plagued by nightmares that he cannot control. For him, it's usually situations that have a sexual touch and leave him with a stale taste in his mouth even after waking up. Reduced to his Incubus side in his nightmares, his counterpart sees no value in him other than the satisfaction he can bring. Even when he is awake, it is his biggest nightmare that he is reduced to what his mother drummed into him. Particularly bad are the nightmares in which his brothers are the ones who no longer perceive him as a real being and who deny him his personality and his entire character. When he wakes up after nights like this, he tends to seek his brothers' closeness to make sure they accept and appreciate his whole being.

Sam:

Sam is struggling the most with the new behaviors and adjusting to the human environment, and this stress is affecting his dreams as well. Especially at the beginning of their time in the human world, he is regularly plagued by nightmares that cause him to wake up in his demon form, ready to attack and defend. He dreams that he has to watch as his brothers, especially Damien, are attacked, while he can do nothing to help them. The external circumstances of these attacks vary the longer they have left their world. While the surroundings still show the Abyssal Plains at the very beginning, this world is fading soon in his dreams and he sees himself and his brothers fighting in the streets of their last location against humans who want to drive away the demons with fire violence. Unfortunately for him, many of these nightmares end in him having to watch helplessly as his brothers die before he too is targeted. After such nights he is grumpy during the day and tries to avoid human contact as much as possible. Of course, his brothers also notice that he's in a bad mood, but they know better than to bother him. Sam will talk to them if he really wants to, but won't show his weak side if he can hide it.

Matthew:

Alongside James and Erik, Matthew is one of the brothers least likely to suffer from nightmares. It's not because he has fewer fears or worries than his brothers, but because, unlike Sam, he is constantly dealing with the subject of his nightmares. Most of his nightmares revolve around the one thing that bothers him the most even when he is awake. He dreams of not being seen as an adult by others (and often his brothers or his mother) and for that reason not being taken seriously. No matter what he says or does in his dreams, he just isn't accepted or even considered having a value opinion by others. From time to time he also has nightmares that bring him back to his past. His mother is offended and he attacks the imps and demons who dare to speak disparagingly of her. When he wakes up from nightmares, he subconsciously tries even harder than usual to be taken seriously by his brothers. On these days, especially with Sam's often snippy jokes, there are regular fights until James and Erik are forced to intervene. Not very mature either, but Sam just can't keep his mouth shut sometimes.

Damien:

Unfortunately, Damien is the one who suffers the most from nightmares. He has two different types of nightmares that regularly haunt him. For one, he dreams of being back in the Abyssal Plains. That their escape to the human world never happened and that he imagined it all. Now he's back in his old life, the life of a bastard son, worth no more than a slave. From time to time these dreams are peppered with experiences that he has already experienced and that throw him off track again and again. The powerlessness to escape from it all, the fear for his own survival almost freezes him, especially because he still has the drop of freedom of the human world on the tip of his tongue. The other strain of his nightmares isn't really any better. He dreams of what might happen if they are exposed in the human world. Concern that the humans will shun and despise him like the demons in the Abyssal Plains hits him hard in these dreams. When he wakes up after such nights, he will usually try very frenetically to behave exactly like a human being and will be frustrated at the smallest mistakes he makes. On such days, he very often deliberately focuses on the thoughts of those around him. Just to make sure that no one has noticed that they are demons and if the humans are really well-disposed towards them.

#seduce me #seduce me the otome #seduce me james #seduce me erik #seduce me sam #seduce me matthew #seduce me damien #headcanon #seduce me headcanon #seduce me hc #just thinking #tw: nightmares

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cutthroatcarnival · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 6: “You Lied To Me”

Tags/Warnings: Major character death, blood, self-sacrifice, canon-typical violence

Separated from the others, Wind and Four find themselves in a dungeon with traps, enemies, falling floors, and a rule.

Read it on AO3!

Fallen Down

Wind groaned, waking at the feeling of hands patting at his cheeks. Sluggishly, he pushed the hands away, hearing someone chuckle.

He forced his eyes to open, focusing on the dirt-smudged smith hovering above him. Four had crusted blood on his temple, but looked otherwise unharmed. With a groan, Wind pushed himself up, feeling Four help him up with a hand on his back.

“You’re awake! Thank the Three, I feared I was going to have to drag you around!” Four stood, holding a hand out for Wind to take, helping the younger hero to his feet. He took in the area, the entirety of it was ruins, spanning every direction.

As he turned back to Four, the smith held out his sword and shield, his own already strapped to his back, a lantern swung on his belt. Wind took his items, swiftly latching them on. He leaned to take a look at the tablet Four was blocking, only to be spun around as the smith grabbed his hand and began walking down the corridor.

“Where are the others?” Darkness surrounded them, the only light being Four’s lantern, casting dancing shadows as it swung with his gait.

“It’s just the two of us.” Something in Four’s voice didn’t sound right, but the darkness blocked out his face. Wind tucked himself closer to the smithy- they would get out of this.

The corridor finally opened into a lowly lit room, the walls looked eerie, sporting holes that looked vaguely like eyes. Wind dropped Four’s hand, pulling away to read the stone tablet.

“‘Take flight with boots of wings’? What does that-“ The sound of hundreds of arrows being shot cut Wind off. He whipped his head around to see Four standing by the edge of the small platform, arm posed as if he had thrown something.

Wind ran over to Four, who snapped his arm out to stop him from going beyond the lip, “I know how we cross this.” The smith began quickly digging through his bag, muttering under his breath quicker than Wind could keep up with.

With a ‘aha!’ Four pulled out the item he had been rooting for- his power bracelets. Wind jumped as the smith whirled around, already slipping the items on, holding his arms out towards the sailor, an expectant look on his face. He squinted at the smith- what was Four expecting him to do? The shorter hero rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to carry you,” Wind shuffled forward, “wrap your arms around my neck.” He did as instructed, and yelped as he felt his feet leave the ground, squeezing his arms around Four’s neck as the smith turned. The arms around him tightened and they shot off, racing across the open space as arrows launched across the room behind them.

On the other side, they skidded to a stop, entering a new room. Wind wriggled out of Four’s hold, falling to the ground. The door behind them slammed shut. Flopping his head to the side, Wind examined the room; it was barren, the only thing in it the stone tablet and weirdly designed floor tiles. As he pushed himself up, he saw Four approach the stone tablet.

“Follow the birds,” Wind watched as the smith’s eyes swirled purple for a moment before the normal gray returned, “The tiles! The bird tiles!” He watched with fear as Four jumped onto one of the tiles, tensing up as he awaited another trap.

Nothing. It seemed safe enough for a dungeon filled with dangerous traps. Taking a deep breath, Wind jumped to the tile, landing next to Four who hopped to the next tile. They continued across the room, narrowly avoiding stepping on the wrong tile as they grew smaller. Wind felt something uncomfortable settle in his gut- this dungeon had been too easy, scarily so. Four didn’t look bothered, so he chalked up to general unease, but the feeling couldn’t quite be shaken off.

The next room brought a bridge that had definitely seen better days, Wind could only just see the bottom of the chasm it crossed. Growls made him whip around, seeing bokoblins pour into the room from nowhere. Four shifted to cover his back, the two of them forming a tight stance. The smith had brought out a cane, sending the monsters flipping into the chasm, their shrieks echoing off of the stone. Wind slashed and stabbed at the seemingly endless wave, he could Four behind him clashing with metal.

Unfortunately, the ‘blins managed to split them apart after a while. Wind had his focus on the group that kept pushing him down the bridge, they had dwindled the numbers down greatly. The sailor had brought out his Skull Hammer, swinging it to send the enemies flying off the edge. When one remained, Wind slammed his hammer down over its head, rejoicing at the puff of purple smoke.

The bridge under him shifted as the hammer connected to stone, making a loud cracking and crumbling noise. Wind froze as he felt the stone beneath him move violently, almost shaking.

A weight slammed into him, sending him back a couple of paces. He landed flat on his back, groaning as his head connected with the stone. The sound of stone scraping together echoed in the cavern, making Wind’s head snap up. Four! Where was he? Was he still on the other side? Oh Goddesses, Four, there were still monsters-

Wind’s racing thoughts screeched to a halt as it finally clicked what- or who, rather- was in front of him. Four stood where he had been seconds ago, wearing an unreadable expression. He could feel time slow as the bridge finally collapsed, the smith disappearing from his view with a scream.

Scrambling to the edge, Wind peeked over, trying to see any sign of Four. He sniffled, fighting back tears that threatened to blur his vision. Fighting back a sob, the sailor made out a figure resting at the bottom. The familiar colors of Four’s tunic were distinguishable against the stone. He wailed, the area surrounding his unmoving body was dark, and growing larger by the second.

The sailor stumbled back, sobbing and heaving. Four had lied- right to his face, he sounded so sure when saying that they would both survive. Wind shivered violently. A grating sound made him turn around, seeing the wall split in two and open, letting sunlight pour in. Hiccups tore from his throat, body shaking and wracked with sobs. This is what it took to escape?

#heed the warnings #linked universe #lu #lu wind #lu four #linked universe wind #linked universe four #im sorry four enjoyers #and wind enjoyers #mars writes #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024

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