#tw; injury

[ijwrsmff]

hii<3 can we get a buggy x reader hurt/comfort where buggy accidentally hurts reader but makes up for it with something sweet so just (again) a lot of fluff at the end~ (i loved your other writing for buggy 🩷)

THANK YOUUUUUUU! That Buggy post got a lot of love, I'm so happy people like Buggy as much as I do XD

Mentions of blood, but no details.

Word Count: 1,407

A party was a party! Everyone on Buggy’s crew were drinking, singing, breaking bottles, and just all around being wild animals. You were no exception to that, having downed a few drinks yourself. Simply enjoying the party for what it was. What were you celebrating? You were sure there was a reason, but it seemed everyone forgot the second the booze was brought out. 

You hadn’t seen your captain in a while, but you weren’t too worried. He tended to get a little out of hand at these daily parties, always wanting to be the center of attention. He was pretty good at it too, with shows and jokes, a lot of clownery. 

After a while, you were pretty buzzed. Some of your other crewmates were absolutely shitfaced. Also not unexpected. Even Cabaji, who always drank less than the rest, was passed out on the ground with a half empty bottle in his hand. Another crewmate walked up to him with the intent to finish off the unfinished drink, but Cabaji clung to it even tighter and growled at the man. Literally. Growled. 

It was a pretty good time, but everyone started cheering when they saw Buggy climbing up to the crow’s nest. He could practically fly, but despite that fact, he was climbing. Clearly drunk out of his mind. Everyone could hear his cackling as he ascended, and finally reached the top. 

“HOW ARE MY FREAKS ENJOYING THIS LITTLE SIESTA! Or…was it fiesta…ESTA! THIS ESTA!” It made the few of you on the crew that even knew minimal amounts of spanish chuckle at the incorrect usage of the words. Everyone cheered regardless, and Buggy took one last swig of his now empty bottle and threw both his hands in the air. “TO…what are we celebrating again?” He looked deep in thought but the look was gone in an instant. “TO THE FUTURE KING OF THE PIRATES!” 

The cheering continued, and Buggy jumped up and down a couple times and tried to take a drink from the empty bottle. Obviously, there was nothing in it so he threw it down to the deck. However, luck was not on your side at that particular moment. Out of everyone on the crew, the bottle was flung directly to your face, breaking the bottle and possibly your nose at the same time. 

The shock caused you to fall down and remove any remaining glass from your face. It hurt, but you’ve felt worse. Mostly from marine battles, or even from other pirates. But the shock made it hurt even more. Somehow, you weren’t even as shocked as Buggy and the crew. There was complete and utter silence, and Buggy’s eyes were wide. 

Not wanting to ruin the party, you laughed with a wince, “Good throw captain! Right in the face!” It made some crewmates laugh loudly, and others just chuckle awkwardly. Especially knowing how the captain felt about you. They didn’t want to have a bottle thrown at their faces on PURPOSE! 

You stood and stretched, not wanting to show your pain in front of these guys. “Welp! I better go get cleaned up. TO THE FUTURE KING OF THE PIRATES!” You yelled with a laugh, and handed your drink to the closest crew member. They all cheered, and the party resumed. 

The walk to your room was short, but as you approached the door a hand stopped you. Just a hand. No body attached. There was only one person in the world who could do that, and you smiled until you turned and saw Buggy walking towards you with a way-too-serious face. For a brief moment you thought he was mad at you. 

“Captain? What’s wrong?” You said, and it made him smile for just a second. Of course you had a potentially broken nose because of him, and were still checking on him before yourself. “If it’s about my face, don’t worry about it. Remember when we were at that last island and fought the marines? Man, that one guy sure packed a punch!” And you laughed, but he didn’t laugh with you. 

“Shut up.” He said, and you flinched at the tone. “Come on.” He reattached his hand and walked towards his captain’s quarters. The walk was silent, and you had to wonder what you did wrong. You tried thinking of anything it could be, but you were drawing a blank. 

“Captain?” He pulled you into his room, and shoved you on the bed. You sat on the end with a confused face. “Captain?” You repeated, wondering what he was trying to do here. Why did he look so mad? “Seriously, the marines punch harder than any bottle, I’m fine re-”

He cut you off, “SHUT UP!” He grabbed something from his desk and returned to you. But this time…he looked broken. “I know the marines punch hard…but a marine didn’t do this. I did.” Buggy reached for your face with a rag, and began cleaning the blood off. It was quiet, and neither of you knew what to say. 

He cleaned the blood for a while, and groaned when one particular spot on your forehead kept bleeding. “I…” He said, but he looked more and more pained seeing the shape your face was in, “I’M SO SORRY!” He yelled and it made you jump at the sudden volume of his voice. 

“Captain…” You started, only to be cut off once again. 

“Not captain. We’re alone.” He peeled a shard of glass from your face, and threw it aside. He would surely step on it later, but that’s a problem for future Buggy. You almost tried to remove his hand from your face, but he glared to stop you. “I know you can do it your damn self, but I don’t care. I’m doing it.” 

“R-right. Sorry…Buggy.” It wasn’t necessarily a rule that you not call him Buggy in front of the crew, but he did tend to get flustered when you said it. He didn’t wanna show that weakness in front of the people he commanded. And even now, his face turned a bit pinker when he heard his name coming from your mouth. 

“I’m sorry…” He muttered, as he wrapped your head after cleaning up what he could. He didn’t apologize often, so it meant a lot to the both of you that he said it not once…but twice. 

“It’s okay…” You reached up and cradled his face, “I know you didn’t mean to.” With a heartwarming smile on your face, he felt compelled to smile back. “You’d never hurt me on purpose, I’m not upset. I promise.” And you put a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss his nose. 

Now his entire face was the same as his nose. “H-hey! Stop it!” He stuttered, and “tried” to pull away. He didn’t at all really want to, but he was trying to make it seem like he did. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, w-stop!” He muttered as you continued to press kisses upon kisses to his face. 

“I’ll never stop!” And you playfully laughed, pressing kisses to his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. When you pulled back, he was pouting. “Awww! Buggy, you're so cute when you’re flustered!” Teasing him was just so fun. Especially because he tended to tease you back. 

“Shut up!” He ran a thumb over the bandage on your face and leaned down to kiss the bandage. Buggy tried to regain his composure, but it was shaky. “Hey…now maybe you’ll have a nose just like mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and you both laughed. 

“I’d love to have your nose. One of my favorite things about you!~” As you leaned up and kissed his lips. He melted. Absolutely melted. He kissed back with passion, and eventually pulled away to lift you up and place you at the head of the bed. He laid down with you, and pulled you into his arms under the covers. 

“Shut up. You’re hurt. So sleep. Brat.” Though he winked to show he wasn’t actually upset. Just concerned. He ran his hands across your back and massaged your scalp. “...I do…love you though.” And he buried his face in your neck so you couldn’t see his embarrassed face. 

“I love you too Buggy…thank you for taking care of me.” A yawn escaped, and you ended up falling asleep soon after. 

“And I always will. Always.” 

#opla buggy x reader #x reader #gn reader #one piece buggy x reader #one piece x reader #fluff #request #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #hurt/comfort #tw; injury #tw; blood

[tiredly101]

Broken…

Pairing: Wally Darling x Male Reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6

Summary: You are an adult, you even have a boyfriend but your life isn’t rainbows and sunshine. You have always watched the animated cartoon Welcome Home and a connection with its main character was established since you were little but what will he do when he sees the truth within your walls?

Illustrated Show Au and the warnings are in the tags but just in case: tw of abuse, injuries, near death mention and angst. M/n stands for male name and I'm sorry for all the people named Josh!

Wally has always being your best friend since you were a kid, M/n admit that it wasn't normal for the cartoon character to respond normally whenever he talked with him but it made him feel comforted which is why he still watches the cartoon to this day even though he is an adult. He even is married but it wasn't the healthiest marriage.

Josh was the man M/n married, he was a sweetheart, an artist. Very similar to Wally when it came to traits and personality but when he moved in everything changed but alas M/n turned a blind eye and would simply watch Welcome Home and talk with his best friend.

Another argument and screaming could be heard outside of the house. M/n could feel tears stinging in his eyes and he was starting to have a headache from how hard his jaw was clenched, he could actually feel some bile in the back of his throat. Through the argument at some point the Tv was turned on but it was muted and right there Welcome Home started and their sat Wally with a huge smile, ready to talk with M/n; he had been waiting for him to turn on the tv but his eyes were exposed with a shocking sight.

M/n was on the floor and they were crying while Josh kicked him over and over again, he was curled in a wall and shaking slightly. As soon as Josh ended his assault and left the house M/n was simply laying on the floor, numb and coughing some blood, the feeling of bile stayed on his throat and his headache worsen to the point where he could feel as if someone was pounding his heartbeat with a hammer.

"Neighbor... M/n?," Wally said softly but he was still muted but he saw how M/n weakly lifted his sight to Wally and gave him the most heartbreaking soft smile but as soon as he smile he felt another sharp pain followed with some blood being spitted out.

"Don't worry, he has done this before," said M/n in such a weak voice that Wally in a different scenario would have melted at hearing but he knew deep down that M/n was lying. He could tell by how weakly he was moving but as soon as he saw M/n eyes start rolling and his eyelids starting to shut his instincts took over and he started banging the screen until it broke.

Wally ran to M/n seeing how his skin was slowly turning paler by the minute and so he picked him up and took him with himself through the Tv screen. Wally kept in mind that he would need to give Josh a personal visit but for now it's more important making sure his best friend, his soulmate, didn't die because of someone like him.

This was inspired by the song Broken by Isak Danielson and I will be making part two so tell in the comments if you want to be tagged!

#wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #welcome home #tw; abuse #tw; injury #angst #tw; near death mention #Tiredly Jackie writes

[ronkeyroo]

⋋  ᴀᴍᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ  ⋌

#333 Lore #Negative!Shayu #The Face Thief #tw; blood #tw; injury #RIP to that symbolic pupper #My art #personal art #wolf #wolves #OCs #OC art #tw; gore #i guess?? #rendering this was #fun #everytime I draw negative shayu my heart cringes but the storyteller in me THRIVES

[1strecomdejablue]

Deja Blue - Navi; Colonel Miles Quaritch - Avatar: The Way of Water    

#tw; death #tw; injury #tw; blood #miles quaritch #spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #avatar the way of water spoilers #james cameron's avatar #navi!miles

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

🛠️ +

"Pikkuveli?"

"I know. They'll go to him if anything happens. I promise."

He remembers the conversation more often than he'd like to. He remembers her far clearer than he thinks he probably should given how much time has passed, but he also supposes it would be impossible to forget the other half of himself.

He still finds himself wishing that comfortable presence would settle at his right side again. He still finds himself distant, longingly looking for her missing half that had by chance and miracle formed distinctly next to his.

The last pieces of her take the shape of an earring and a necklace. And he knows what he needs to do with that earring, that bind, yet he hesitates to even disclose that he has it in his possession.

The right thing to do is the hard thing. The right thing to do is to give it to Pilvi, but the fact that it's one of two pieces left of her Mist makes it exceedingly difficult to part ways with.

Would she deliberate like this if it were him instead?

He ponders it as he finally puts the gem of blue and white back into its place on his ear. His eyes fall back to the necklace that he'd made for her, brilliant aqua hanging from a dark cord.

They did everything together for the longest time. They should both go to Pilvi together and surely that will make this process a bit easier. He tucks the necklace of aqua into the box where the earring of violet rests.

That looks much better.

The box snaps closed and slides back under his pillow. Cid enters before anyone else, likely to check on him for the thousandth time and ask once again if there's anything he can do.

Usually, Sielu always answers by shaking his head.

Not this time. He cuts straight to his point before the blond has time to even ask.

He'd been prepared for this possibility. He extends the paper he'd written on in the best Wonderlandian he could manage.

[ I am fine. Thank you. Could you get Kumo for me? Tell him it is important, before I make a coward of myself? ]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He had been on his way to check on his patient when he was met with straight answers. A note handed to him in messy handwriting and a request. A request for Kumo and he's sure somehow that it must be strange for them to call him as such, when he is coming to find quickly Kumo is not his name.

He was right this whole time when he heard Kaze call him Pilvi damn near a year ago. He was right this whole time but he didn't dare call him such a thing when Kumo hasn't given him permission to do so. He just needs to figure out when he's going to approach the subject.

There's a smile and a nod as indigo lifts to look at the Misterican of blue before him. He's finally working with him and he's finally speaking for himself - even if he still doesn't have the voice to do so.

"Oh, I don't know where he is exactly at the moment. Last I knew he was taking a bath, but I'll check to see if he's done for you."

The blond gives the - if this man was one of Kumo's teachers then he has to be older than him by quite a bit but he certainly doesn't look like he is - then again Kumo doesn't look very old either.... still he gives the older man a smile.

"I'll be back in a minute."

The engineer leaves to make his way towards the room that the swordsman has come to call his own and there a knock at the door before he cracks it open to see if he's sleeping perhaps. He seems to sleep so much nowadays and he still hasn't quite figured out why yet -

But he doesn't seem to be here? Perhaps he's still in the bath? He can always knock and just tell him to come when he's done. Sielu said it was important after all and he's not the one who needs to judge what a Misterican decides is important to another. So steps carry him down the halls but for some reason his stomach twists the further he goes.

Something suddenly just has his whole body feeling off and something in the air is tense and is that crying? The closer he gets the louder the sound becomes until he realizes it isn't crying it's Kumo crying. It has him taking off into a dead run until he finds himself in front of the door he was headed to anyway and he pushed the door open without invitation.

"Kumo I'm sorry to barge in you but are you o - "

Indigo fills with the sight of the half dressed man weeping into the arms of the smallest of the Amestrians but Kumo's back - Kumo's back was - what was all over Kumo's back? It looked like the scar -

"K- Kumo your back- What is - "

He can only stare in horror as his friend releases his hold on his other friend to push away from him and now he can see Kumo's chest as he comes to face him and it's ... the scars have spread out. His skin looks like ... like glass. Like he's shattering.

That's not possible.

People don't shatter.

Why does Kumo's skin look like glass? What is -

The shame that is plastered across the Misterican's face is hard to miss and it shatters his own heart upon seeing jade eyes look at him while filled with both so much shame and so much fear. Kumo looks terrified and suddenly the technician has forgotten all about the reason he came to get him in the first place.

"I'm sorry." The word sobs out as the swordsman just lets himself sink to set on the floor fully. "I'm sorry Cid. I was scared. I'll tell you everything. I love you. " He pauses to pull a breath between hurried words. "I love you. Please don't be mad. I love you so much. Please don't get mad at me. I was scared. I didn't want - to upset you but now I'm going to anyway. I'm sorry Cid. I swear I didn't mean any harm. I - "

"Kumo stop." The blond starts up again as he crosses the space between himself and his friend only to slowly come down to the floor and set in front of him. Gently does he take trembling hands into his own.

"I don't know what is going on, but we're going to get through this. We'll figure it out. You're not alone in this and I'm going to help you however I can, okay? But I need you to put your shirt on. Sielu is calling for you. He said it was important. We can talk later, alright? Will you come with me for him?"

There is a long intake of breath pulled up through a sniffling nose as a head of white nods. Bare hands wipe against his eyes in an attempt to clean himself up.

"Joo." He starts. "You can go and I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get dressed."

A soft smile first and the engineer moves to reach his arms forward for the first time in some time to wrap them around the weeping man in order to give him a quick embrace.

"I'll tell him you're on your way then."

And it doesn't take long to get back to the medical wing so that he can poke his head into the room where his patient waits. The blond is taking a seat for the moment giving him a smile.

"He was just getting out of the bath." He explains. "He said he'll be here once he's done getting dressed."

Reassurance and confirmation that he did the requested task and he wasn't just bullshitting the man but it makes him wonder how they will react to Kumo's back and chest. Do they know? Did he tell them? Knowing Kumo - probably not. He probably only told Kain.

There are footsteps a moment later as a body of white swings around the corner met with jade eyes still slightly pink from crying as pale lips stretch out into a false smile.

"You were calling for me, Opettaja?"

#ask || inquires of the technician #guest muse: cid #aquaticsoul #the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul #tw; death #tw; grieving #tw; injury #tw; illness #tw; depression #tw; panic #tw; long post

[banefultyrant]

I will expand on this later in a larger post with cause, severity, and so on, but some things to know about how I write Gortash…

Lingering / Lifelong Effects of Abuse // @banefultyrant

Chronic pain, particularly with bad [ cold and/or damp ] weather. His shoulders and the joints in his right leg have it the worst, but all the old breaks in general tend to make themselves known with achiness, though he will seldom ever show it as more than maybe he seems a bit more stiff than usual, or his expression somewhat drawn, tension around his jaw, etc.

Bad leg(s); Neither is good, were he honest. One is just worse than the other and requires the use of the cane, though he tries to avoid it when possible. He doesn't like being dependent on it. He doesn't like needing it. So he tries to make it seem like it's for the aesthetic, a fashion choice like all the rich patriars.

Bad shoulder joints. The reason for this should be fairly evident in the framework of abuse.

Lots of little scars, some visible such as those on his face, some not.

The shape of his nose is from one too many breaks. As is the permanent discoloration around eyes. [ Further helped along by having difficulty sleeping at the time with Orin and her ilk running about. ]

Dentures or partial dentures due to missing, cracked, or irreparable teeth.

There are, of course, lingering effects that aren't physical—he literally has an anti-anxiety coat—but that should likely be a post of its own.

#|| if it feels good — tastes good — it must be mine || { about // enver gortash } #|| ' i hung the traitors by their necks ; i built this dream on blood and sweat ' || { mentality // enver gortash } #tw; abuse #tw; injury #tw; violence

[theblindman]

Don’t Breathe 2 - 2021

The Death of Shadow; Part 2 

#don't breathe 2 #norman nordstrom #the blind man #tw; violence #tw; death #tw; blood #tw; injury #horror blog #Horror Movies #2021 #Stephen Lang

[starscrxssed]

It's more than the painful sound that resonates in his ears, it's coupled with the blinding flash, a painful memory that burns in the back of his mind, the way his whole body reacts unconsciously, muscles throbbing and twitching involuntarily. At the worst times, his vision would blur, so he would retreat to his bed to avoid falling, should he lose consciousness all together.

Lightning and thunder had already been his least favorite, but after his accident in Pardis Dhyai there was little he could do about his inability to work.

#IC | Tighnari #tw; injury

[shift-the-third]

I Broke Him

This follows an AU myself and @forgotten-afton came up with. Trigger warning for violence, blood, and trauma.

Featuring the characters: Lucas Wane Montgomery Gator

Mentioned: Gwen Schmidt Mr. Hippo William Afton

Lucas found himself within the depths of the Pizzaplex. The air was stale, like nobody had been down here in a long time. There were several hundred storage containers, but Lucas knew which one to go to. He had been told which container to look for to find the information he was looking for. And once he got this information, he would expose Fazbear Entertainment for what they truly were. He had made this promise to Mr. Hippo, to himself, and to everyone who had ever been slighted by the company and its murderous former co-owner, the man known as William Afton.

Turning the corner, he shone his flashlight down the row of shipping containers. The beam illuminated the number 508. Like many of the shipping containers, this one had hazard tape over the front of the container, but that wasn't going to stop Lucas. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Faz-wrench, attaching it to the device. With a few flicks of his wrist, he unlocked the container, and slowly pulled it open. The door was rusted and the noise echoed throughout the cavernous underground chamber.

Stepping into the shipping container, he found it surprisingly sparse. He had expected maybe a filing cabinet, but instead he found a single external hard-drive and a flash drive sitting in one corner. An entire shipping container for just two small objects?

Walking over, he leaned down, shining his light down on the two objects. They were both marked with purple tape. He understood the significance of the color, and knew this was exactly what he was looking for.

Suddenly, his heart nearly leapt into his throat as he heard the sudden movement of large metal feet on concrete, but sighed in relief when he saw who it was. It was only Monty Gator. He trusted Monty. He even jokingly considered himself Monty's biggest fan.

As Monty peered in on Lucas within the shipping container, his eyes suddenly flickered a bright red, and his body slightly stiffened. His movements became jerky as if losing control of his motor functions. 

"Hey there little guy," he said, voice an octave deeper than usual. The Southern drawl was still prevalent but tinged with malice.

Montgomery Gator seemed to be speaking normally, yet there was something... strange in the way he was moving that even Monty himself couldn't explain. He felt trapped in his own body and powerless to stop what would be happening next.

Lucas leaned down, grabbing the external hard drive and the flash drive before turning around to face Monty, who was looming at the entrance of the shipping container. He took note of Monty's surprisingly red, glowing eyes, but nevertheless addressed him as he usually would have.

"Thank goodness it's just you, Monty. Did you follow me down here?" He asked. "Can you keep this… whole thing between us?"

Monty's grin widened and his claws elongated ever so slightly, while a low chuckle rumbled in his throat.

"Now why would Ah' do that Luke?" He spoke in a smooth purr, as he leaned towards Lucas. "After all, ya know Ah love secrets as much as the next guy!" His tone shifted suddenly from amused to aggressive as he taps his chest with one clawed finger. "Though if you don't tell me the reason for your visitin', Luke… things might get ugly." 

The air around Monty seemed to buzz with dangerous energy, making it clear he meant what he said. It was then that Lucas knew that there was something wrong with Monty. He could feel his heart sink. The animatronic wasn't himself. He knew it almost immediately. While Monty could be rather aggressive, he had never been like this.

"Monty… what's wrong?" He asked, taking a step back. "Come on, snap out of it, bud."

Monty's eyes flickered again, his body convulsing as if there were tremors rippling through it. A low guttural growl issued from deep in his throat.

"You… you shouldn't be here," he snarled, the words coming out distorted as if they were being filtered through something else. "Fazbear is watching. They know what you're up to." He stepped forward, towering over Lucas menacingly, the muscles in his thick limbs tensing with barely contained aggression.

Oh gods. Oh gods. This was Fazbear's doing. They knew. Where had he fucked up? Where had he been reckless? Somewhere down the line, Fazbear Entertainment found out about what he had been up to… and now, they had sent a mechanical assassin after him. One that he had idolized. They probably knew that, too. They probably chose Montgomery on purpose. Tears filled his eyes.

Suddenly, Monty lunged forward, claws outstretched and teeth bared. While he was usually a cool and collected alligator rockstar - well, for the most part, at least - he seemed more like a wild beast now.

Lucas let out a scream and jumped to the side, just barely dodging the lunge. He ran towards the entrance of the shipping container and flew out of it. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to outrun Montgomery Gator.

Monty growled deeply, sprinting forward on all fours and crashing into a stack of storage crates with an eruption of wood chips. His long snout snapped furiously towards Lucas, who he saw as the intruder in Fazbear Entertainment. 

"You can't run from us, Luke!" he bellowed inhumanly. The animatronic's voice was laced with a sickening metallic echo now - a sign that something was seriously wrong.

The Glamrock Alligator charged again, swiping his massive claws roughly at the air where Lucas had been standing moments before. Looking back at the music superstar gone rogue one final time, Lucas knew that he couldn't face him alone. Not like this…

He had to find Gwen. Gwen could help him. But he was deep underground. He wouldn't be able to get to the elevator in time!

"Monty, please!" He called back as he ran down the row of shipping containers. His Fazlight fell from his hand as he ran, clattering on the floor behind him. "It's me! It's Lucas! We're friends!"

Monty charges through the space, unconcerned with anything other than taking down Lucas. He seems unfazed by what Lucas is saying, like he's not quite able to recognize him as his friend.

"You're no friend of Fazbear! You… you're trying to bring them down!" Monty snarled as he closed in on Lucas. "I have to stop you before you can ruin EVERYTHING!"

Lucas could hear Monty approaching from behind. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, his lungs burning, his heart beating in his throat. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die down here, in this horrible place. He could feel tears stinging at his eyes as he heard Monty on all fours, charging behind him, metal limbs slamming against the concrete floor…

"Please, please, not like this!" He whimpered.

Monty leapt forward, easily tackling the human from his waist and sending him sprawling to the ground. He pinned Lucas down with a growl, using his strong jaws to scrape at Lucas' chest with sharp teeth.

"You should have known better than to mess with Fazbear! They see everything. THEY KNOW EVERYTHING!" Monty roars at him, drool splattering on to the ground. "And now... you belong to them."

Lucas looked up at Monty. The animatronic he idolized. The animatronic he cared so dearly for. The tears gushed uncontrollably from his eyes. This was how it would end for him, in this dark pit deep beneath Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, by the claw of Montgomery Gator.

"I… I forgive you. Please, please don't blame yourself, Monty." He whispered.

Monty lunged then, teeth sinking into the human's neck with a sickening crunch. Blood spurted everywhere as Monty tore flesh apart. Lucas' shrieks of pain and fear echoed throughout the open area before abruptly stopping, only faint ringing remaining.

But as he finished, something within Monty broke free from whatever had been possessing him.

He stumbled backwards, pulling away from Lucas' now lifeless body on the ground. He staggered, falling to his knees. The gator cradled himself in his massive arms as blood dripped from his teeth and fingers. After a moment, he let out a wail of anguish, before sobbing uncontrollably.

"What have I done? What have they turned me into...?" He cried bitterly, feeling immense guilt. "I... I broke him. He was a rockstar, and I broke him!"

It seemed that Fazbear Entertainment wasn't finished using Monty yet, however. Monty stood up, looking down at Lucas' lifeless body for a moment before shaking his head. Without so much as looking back at the shipping container where he unhinged Lucas' neck moments earlier, Montny set down course following the directives placed within him by Fazbear Entertainment.

He returned the flash drive and the external hard drive to their rightful place.

He cleaned himself up.

He wrapped up Lucas' lifeless body all nice and neat.

He fetched the Glamrock Foxy animatronic from storage.

It wasn't long before Monty was headed back to the surface, his eyes glazed over, barely registering the two heavy forms tucked under his muscular arms.

#montgomery gator #lucas wane #five nights at freddy's #security breach #tw; blood #tw; injury #tw; trauma

[sioraiocht]

{ I have most of my replies queued - I think I just have two more to do - and then I'll tackle my inbox over the weekend maybe! My shoulder has progressively gotten worse (which is why I think my mood is bad) so I may have to put it in a sling which will inhibit my writing ability oops but for now there are lots of replies going out soon! }

#;out of imagination #tw; injury

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My Dear Daughter-Yandere! Father-Figure Mihawk & Daughter-Figure Reader

A commission for anonymous! This is a longer one, and I'm grateful they gave me the chance to write for this prompt <3 Platonic Yanderes need love too!

Summary: Reader is a stowaway on a pirate ship, and after getting injured you find yourself a savior in the man who destroyed the ship with but a single blow. You're terrified to speak up, but he's done nothing but spoil you. It's not enough though. You want to go home. Mihawk however, now seeing you as a daughter, is doing anything to prevent it from happening.

Word Count: 5,127

Everything was going well…too well. You should have expected everything to go awry, but you had hoped it wouldn’t. The crew had found you. You were trying to hide in the storage room, escaping the dull life of your home island. But people had been reluctant to take a 17 year old to another island, claiming you’d only weigh them down. Even aside from that, the next island was a total of nine days away. So your solution? Hide on a ship when there weren’t many people tending to it. 

Little did you know, it was a pirate ship. It was a lapse of judgment, and you regretted it only when they found you. Luck wasn’t on your side today, it seems. They had dragged you out, and tossed you down on the main deck. You could already feel the bruises forming, but it was nothing in comparison to the fear you felt being surrounded by all these pirates. They were looking at you in a way that you know meant you were in for a world of hurt. 

One drunk was holding a sword, and made a “fake” jab towards you, but he clearly intended to slice your leg, which he did. But you refused to make a sound, even though it was severe. Your blood started to seep through to the wooden deck, and you glared at the pirates as they laughed. After that, there were several more little cuts and bruises. 

Why did you have to try and leave? If you’d stayed at home, it wouldn’t have been exciting by any means…but you wouldn’t have been hurting, surrounded by who knows how many pirates. They were vile, spewing promises on the pain to come. You were probably only there a couple minutes, but it felt like years. You only hoped they reached the island soon. If they didn’t…you’d have another eight days of torture. You didn’t know if you could bear that. 

Within minutes of this realization, you heard shouting coming from the crow’s nest above you. He sounded confused, but announced it to the crew and his captain. It made you curious, as his words…didn’t really make sense. 

“Captain! There’s a man floating on a small raft in the water! What do you want me to do?” He leaned over and looked down at the group, his eyes lingering on you momentarily before returning to his place in the crow’s nest. 

“Raft? What’s on it?” The captain called back to him, not sounding too concerned. If anything, he seemed to smirk in place and call back, “Someone shoot him down.” He turned back to you and grabbed your shirt collar, pulling you close to his face with a look that could only be described as sinister. “Hey little girl…you wanna see what happens to people who bother pirates? If you don’t listen, it’ll be you next.” 

His breath reeked of alcohol, and it made you flinch back. When he mentioned shooting down the man, your eyes widened. Was he about to kill the man? If he was on a raft, he might even need help! “W-Wait! Don’t kill him! If he’s just on a raft he doesn’t have anything valuable, what could you possibly get from kill-” But the words were cut off when the captain yelled in your face.

“WHY? WHY am I doing this?” He cackled, and the crew joined in. “Because we’re pirates. Why SHOULDN’T we send a message? It’s a message for you, don’t you feel special?” He turned to a couple crew members and nodded to the cannons with his head. “Don’t miss. There’s no warning shots this time.” He grabbed you by the back of the neck and dragged you to the side of the ship, so you could see the spectacle about to happen. 

As the crew loaded the cannons and got ready to fire, the captain tilted his head slightly. “Wait…” the gears in his head were turning, and as the small raft got closer he began to shake in fear. “WAIT! MEN DON’T SHOOT-” He sounded frantic, and continued, “WE HAVE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” He let go of you, clearly not concerned with you right now. Whoever that man was, even this group of pirates were terrified of him. 

You leaned towards the ledge, and considered jumping over and begging the man on the raft to get YOU out of here. Staying with these pirates was dangerous, maybe he was with the marines? Why else would these pirates be so terrified? It wasn’t a great option, but neither was staying with these pirates. But you didn’t have much time to debate. 

The man stood on the small raft, and pulled up a sword bigger than any you’d ever seen. It was shaped like a cross, and it hit you. This was Dracule Mihawk. One of the seven warlords of the sea. Meaning he was a pirate, just like them. But what if he thought you were one of them, he surely wouldn’t kill someone innocent when working for the government…right? 

You waved your arms at him, hoping he’d get the message. But he had already swung his sword. Within half a second, the boat was split in half. You stumbled, and tried to gain your bearings, but with your injuries it proved to be a more difficult task than you imagined. Falling several meters into the ocean as it churned was terrifying, and you struggled to swim back to the surface. But with all the debris falling…you knew. You were going to drown here. 

You were near passing out, and you couldn’t hold your breath anymore…until a hand reached down and pulled you up. As you coughed, placed on a solid surface you looked up and saw the gaze of Mihawk. His eyes were piercing, and it was as if he was looking straight through you. It took everything in you to not cower under that look. He was much taller than you, and his sword was resting behind the makeshift seat. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, though his eyes were glancing over your body, taking in the injuries you had. You had no idea what he was thinking, his face was completely blank, and his voice monotone. “Allow me.” He said and reached down to help you up. 

You swayed, and all but fell into his arms. The raft didn’t rock much, but you could still feel the movement of the waves under your feet. He placed a firm hand on your upper arm and kept you steady. “What…are you doing? Why did you save me?” Was all you could get out. You tried to scour his face for any traces of emotion, but found none. Aside from a brief second of softness in his eyes, though it was gone as quickly as it came. 

“You needed help. I’m providing that.” He carefully moved you to set you on the only seat on the small raft. He knelt down and looked at you. Even when you were sitting on the small chair, he was bigger than you as he rested on one knee. His tone was ‘matter-of-fact’ and you were reeling your mind trying to think of what he was thinking. 

“Uh…okay…” You couldn’t find any other words. Help was needed, and if he was willing to provide that…it shouldn’t be too bad? You were bleeding more and more by the second, and the sea salt in those wounds were only aggravating them. It honestly made you feel as if you’d pass out. Your eyes continued to flutter shut, but the fear of being alone in the vast sea with a warlord kept you fighting. 

“Don’t worry…you’ll be able to rest soon.” He tore off small strips of his clothing and wrapped it around the larger wounds, and opened the water bottle he had in an attempt to clean those wounds. He moved swiftly but carefully, as the raft floated further and further from the remains of the shipwreck. 

Once he was finished, you were practically asleep. He took the moment to look you over in curiosity. There was a small tug at his heartstrings, it was small…but still there. He could bring you to the nearest island, but a large part of him wanted to continue to check on you. Make sure you’re recovering well. It was a brief moment of hesitation, before he started moving the raft to his island. Once you were healed completely, he would bring you back to your island or one of your choosing. That’s what he told himself at least. 

Once you were asleep, he gently lifted you, and sat down on the seat. He cradled you to him, with one arm under your back and the other your knees. Your fears and worries of the events must have scared you terribly, he concluded. You softly cried in your sleep, as you unknowingly nuzzled your face into his neck. All Mihawk could do was hold you closer, as he whispered “You’re safe, now.” Over and over again until the tears stopped. 

You ended up stirring awake not long later. Your eyes opened before you moved anything, and you instantly shot up, only to be held down with arms much stronger than yours. The first thing you wanted to see after passing out, traumatized for life, was…well not this. Mihawk’s practically glowing yellow eyes staring down at you. You were in his lap, being held like a damn princess. He had no shame, either. When you caught him staring he had the audacity to maintain that eye contact. 

“Uh…I can get up now?” You wished you were shaking less, but you were being coddled by a warlord. “You can drop me off at the nearest island, so you should…do that.” It came out a lot less assertive than you meant for it to, but you didn’t want to walk on eggshells. If he wanted, he could throw you into the ocean never to be seen again. Or even worse, cut you down, himself. If he can slice an entire ship in half without even trying…you didn’t want to think about what he could do to you. 

“No.” It was so matter-of-fact that it caught you completely off guard. He continued to look at you, analyzing everything on your face. “Your wounds need to heal, my island is closest.” It was a lie, but you had no way of knowing that. He wasn’t even entirely sure why he lied. He gave you what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze, but it came across as a warning. 

“Okay…?” You were beyond confused at this point, and his short responses weren’t helping that. It just made it so much worse. But you were terrified, despite trying to appear as if you weren’t. So you settled as much as you could, and tried to put as much distance as possible while still being secured in his lap. Whatever his plan here was, he sure wasn’t going to talk about it. You tried to take the initiative, and said a small “Thank you for saving me.” 

It was all he needed to hear, and he looked a bit surprised. It wasn’t much, just a slight twitch in his eyebrows at most, and his eyes got just slightly wider. But he did his best to try and give a small. He wasn’t used to it, but he could see how scared you were. The smile was forced, but his eyes continued to not reveal anything. Maybe a small trace of contentment? You didn’t know him enough to be able to tell. 

Arriving at the island took at least another hour past that, but being out in the middle of the ocean made it hard to tell exactly what time it was. As the raft hit the shore line, you went to stand up and get off him, but he effortlessly kept you in place. “What? I can walk, you know!” Another attempt to get out of his grasp, was futile at best. You looked up at him with the best glare you could manage but it looked as shaky as you felt. 

“Not safely.” He shifted you a bit, carrying you with a single arm as he poked your ankle. It made you hiss, and he lifted an eyebrow in a ‘see?’ display. “You’re injured, I’m simply helping you.” He then shifted you a bit more to try and get you comfortable but it jostled you enough you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck with a small noise of protest. Your face was buried in his neck as you tried not to fall. 

If you could have seen his face, it would have been the biggest reaction you’d seen of him yet. His eyes were wide, and he paused for a moment, before giving a much more genuine smile. You reminded him of a child. He wasn’t sure exactly how old you were, but he would get to know. He cradled you with both arms, trying to return his facial expression to neutral. “Shh…it’s okay. I’d never drop you. You’re safe.” Even the tone had a twinge on sincerity. 

You gulped, and did everything you could to not fight against his grasp. It was difficult, you weren’t used to this kind of treatment anymore. It had been a long time since someone carried you like this…maybe you could indulge just this once. Besides, he made a point. Your ankle wasn’t in the best condition. You shuddered thinking about how bad it could be. If it hurt that bad from just a poke, what if you needed a real doctor? What if it got infected?

Though Mihawk wasn’t great at empathizing, he could tell you were panicking. He shushed you softly, and carefully brought you to a spare room in his home. It was fully furnished, with anything you’d reasonably need. Even some things you didn’t NEED but could want. He spoke to you softly, and it was giving you whiplash. The warlord who can end a person’s life with just a glance was treating you with kindness and even being accommodating. It was confusing you beyond measure. 

“Your house is huge…” Was the first thing you mumbled back at him as he eased the door closed with his foot. He walked over to the bed, and rested you on it. You weren’t going to make a big deal out of it, but when you were resting on the bed you couldn’t help it. “This is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid on in my life!” You let out a small giggle and got comfortable as you could with your injuries. “Is it…really okay if I stay here? I don’t wanna cause any trouble! The second I’m feeling better I promise I’ll get out of your hair!” You had realized you’d been a little too giddy, and didn’t want him to feel as if you were milking your injury. 

But he did give a rather large smile. Large smile for him at least. In response to your giggling, he let out a low chuckle. Hearing it was somewhat soothing, and the look in his eyes was something close to adoration. You think. It was so hard to tell with him…but regardless, he replied. “You can stay here as long as you’d like. As for the bed, it’s yours if you’d like it. I can always get you a new and better one. Money is no issue.” He pulled the chair from the desk over to where you laid on the bed, and took a glance at the small amounts of blood seeping through the makeshift bandage he’d given. 

He hummed, and walked to the bathroom, only to return with a first aid kit. “I’ll check them over, and then I can give you a better estimate on when you’ll be safe to walk again.” He slowly unwrapped each of the bandages, and worked slowly and carefully so as to not hurt you. He hummed a couple times, and you’d look between him and the injury. 

“What? ‘Hm’ what?” You got anxious, he was staring so intently at the bleeding. “Is it bad? What does ‘hm’ mean!?” It was getting hard to stay still, and when you tried to pull your leg away, he grabbed an uninjured part of it and kept it secured in place. 

“Be careful…a couple of these are going to need stitches. Which means no walking for around four weeks or so I’d say.” He looked at you a bit sympathetically, and pulled out the needle prepared to give you the stitches needed. “I apologize…it will hurt a bit, but I’ll make it as painless as possible. I promise.” The look in his eyes held some deeper meaning, but you couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Four whole weeks…of not walking…? Shit…I’m not going to burden or bother you or anything, right? I mean, not even just you but also. Wait, how many people live here?” You shifted a bit, and winced at the movement from your ankle. “And I’m bleeding on your bed sheets! I’m sorry! Just a few stitches and then I can go to a different island, I can see a doctor, It’ll-” He cut you off promptly with a look and short phrase. 

“You’re staying. I can help you, here. If you need to go anywhere in the mansion, I can carry you until you’re better enough to walk with me as a crutch.” His tone wasn’t quite harsh, but assertive. He addressed your question next, “As for how many live here. Just…two.” It seemed like he came to a conclusion of some kind, and smiled a bit to himself before smiling at you. “It’s safe here. No one should dare harm you under my care.” 

Rather it be for better or for worse, he had decided. You’d be staying with him indefinitely. You would come to realize that in time, but for the moment you were clueless. Simply settled on bed rest for a few weeks, you fell back asleep immediately following getting stitches. It really was a comfy bed, it’d be easier to have bed rest in this kind of comfort. If Mihawk seemed sure no one would hurt you…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? He was a warlord afterall, so you doubted many would even do so much as attempt to harm you. 

You thought it would be easy, you really did. But he hardly ever left you alone! It was somewhat expected the first day or two, but a three and a half weeks? Of just laying in bed without being able to even stand up and walk? It was suffocating! He had asked a million questions, about everything to do with you. He didn’t even ask about your family, your friends, did he not care? He seemed content to have you talk about yourself though. Your responses were getting shorter, and he definitely noticed, but didn’t say much of anything about it. Simply continued with the small talk and questions. 

“Do you have a favorite restaurant back on your home island?” He’d ask. 

“Not really.”

“Did you have any childhood pets?”

“A couple.” 

“Is there a dream job you have?”

“Haven’t decided.” 

“What island have you heard of that you want to visit?”

You reached your breaking point. So many questions, and even when you slept! He’d be in that chair in the corner most of the time. You didn’t know what his endgame here was, but you were sick of being grilled about anything and everything. “WOULD YOU JUST STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS?” A glare was sent his way from you, but it faltered significantly when it was met with a glare right back at you. It wasn’t much, but it was the most anger you’d seen from him. 

“I’ll give you some space.” His expression was neutral once more, and he stood to leave, only to stop in the doorway. He seemed to hesitate there, and he turned back to partially face you. “I expect an apology for your tone. Screaming at me gets you nowhere.” He turned back but ended up deciding to say one more thing before fully leaving. It was a softer tone, as he said “I don’t wish for you to scream at me, I despise it so.” Before leaving the room entirely. 

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Did you…really just scream at a warlord? He took you into his home, cared for you, tended to you, and even carried you to the dining table for three meals a day! You watched him cook for you numerous times, but you still yelled at him? It’s not like he did anything wrong…he just wanted to get to know you. That’s all…right? You flopped over in the bed, and pulled the covers over your head. Beating yourself up won’t solve anything, but maybe some sleep would. 

You woke up not long after, extremely confused. The injury on your ankle…it wasn’t hurting. A little bit maybe, but not bad at all. What made you notice it, was your other foot had found a spot on top of the injured one in your sleep. It made you giddy beyond reason, thinking maybe it was almost completely better, and you could finally walk around! Maybe then you could go back to your home island, you missed everyone…and you were sure they were worried. You had been talking about running off to another island, so it might not be surprising you disappeared for a while, but you hadn’t even been able to write to them. 

Placing your good foot on the ground gently, you took a few deep breaths and placed the other one on the ground. You were bracing yourself, getting ready to stand up. It had been a whole week and a half, but if you bursted the stitches open it would be so much worse. Mihawk might get pissed at you…and you valued your life. He’s been kind for the most part, overly kind in fact, but he seemed focused on your progress in getting better. Putting a set back on that might make him explode and you didn’t want that. At all. 

You swayed between all the options, before taking one more deep breath and putting weight slowly on your ankles, being sure to favor the good one the most first. When that was fine, you put a little more on the other foot. After a bit, you were able to stand evenly on them both. You wanted to jump in joy, but you weren’t about to push the boundaries. After the little snap at Mihawk, you decided the best course of action would be to leave and head back to your island while he was gone. You’d overstayed your welcome, and now that you could somewhat walk again, it was time to go. 

It took a bit of practice to walk around the room, but you figured you’d rather start off with some small pacing, before making the long trek from the mansion to the shore. It wasn’t long into your pacing when you heard a knock at your door. Shit…so leaving without a trace wasn’t an option. But you were excited, you’d get to see everyone again. Maybe he’d show you where the rafts and boats were!

“Darling? Are you alright?” He called, his tone laced with worry. “May I come in? We need to have a discussion.” Those words made you hesitate a bit, it sounded serious. Maybe he knew you were feeling better, and decided to talk to you about returning home? It was all you could hope for. There were certainly much worse possibilities running through your mind. 

“Sure…” You were curious, but ended up continuing to pace even as he entered the room. “Look! I’m feeling so much better!” You made a demonstration of walking around the room. When you looked back at him, he looked conflicted. Like he also had many possibilities running through his head. It stopped you in your tracks, and you wanted to walk closer, but hesitated. 

“That’s wonderful, I’m glad you’re recovering well.” He turned to the side and came in with a tray. It had a few different kinds of food on it. “You never specified your favorite restaurant, so I attempted a few different types of food.” He walked to your bedside table and set it down. “Come eat. We can discuss a few things.” He said as he sat on the foot of the bed, before patting your spot to signal you to sit again. 

“I actually…wanted to ask you something.” You said hesitantly, and followed the instructions to sit by the bedside table. When you didn’t touch the food, he knew something was wrong. “Would I be able to have a small boat? Or a raft even! I could make my way back home, I’ve been here for so long now at this point…It’s time for me to go home. But thank you! For everything. You didn’t have to save me but you did and I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” You fidgeted with your hands, and avoided looking directly at him. While he’d been soft and kind to you, his power and authority still caused anxieties of what could happen. 

“Darling…” He scooted a bit closer and urged you to look at him. “You ARE home. You’re to live here, with me. I’ve given you anything you’ve wanted, why would you want to leave?” The word ‘me’ hangs in the air at the end of the sentence as he hesitated before saying the next sentence. “Have I done something wrong? Whatever it may be, I can do my best to fix it.” 

“No! There’s nothing you’ve done wrong, but I can’t just live here with you! I have friends I need to see, and my mom and dad-” That word shouldn’t have made him react that way…but it did. It made your sentence cut off on its own. His eyes were glowing more than usual, and his face was contorted with anger. He looked away and seemed to struggle with his own words as they came out. 

“I’m your father. It doesn’t matter if I haven’t known you since your birth, I care for you greatly. All of our conversations, I know I can be a better father to you than whatever the ‘man’ before me ever was.” He was getting closer now, and you were trying to retreat but he wasn’t having it. He looked over your face, and still saw fear. “Don’t worry, I know it must be confusing for you.” He chuckled a bit, but it was far from comforting as it was the first you’d heard it. 

“You don’t have to be ready to call me your father right now, but we’ll get there. As for your friends, I can find new ones for you. I will make sure they’re safe people.” He waved a hand in the air dismissively. “I would give you anything, darling…so I do hope you’ll be able to forgive me for keeping you here. You mean too much to me for me to let you go. If I were to do so, you could get hurt. Emotionally, mentally…and even physically. Those pirates deserved a fate much worse than I gave them.” 

“You’ll give me anything? THEN GIVE ME A BOAT TO GET OUT OF HERE! DON’T JUST ACT LIKE YOU CAN REPLACE EVERYTHING I HAD!” You were pissed, but this time you wouldn’t back down. Your anxieties and fears wanted you to, but Mihawk was saying you’d never get to see them again! As if people were replaceable! You leaned forward as you yelled and got closer to him, you flung the blankets off and tried to walk towards the door. “IF YOU WON’T GIVE ME THAT THEN I’LL FIGURE OUT HOW TO LEAVE, MYSELF!” 

You heard a sigh behind you, and as you went to open the door he was already next to it, shutting it and preventing you from leaving. His speed was much faster than yours, and you already knew well that his strength was too. You took a step back, and became fearful of his expression. It wasn’t angry, in fact it was back to the blank and neutral expression he had when you first met him. He’d put up the walls he’d slowly been taking down. 

He reached forward, and you flinched but he also wasn’t giving in this time. He placed a finger under your chin and tilted it so you looked at him directly. “Look at me, please?” He held your head there until your eyes met his. “There she is…my dear daughter.” He sighed, and when you opened your mouth to yell at him again, he sighed once more. “Please stop screaming at me, love. You know I hate it.” He grabbed your arms and moved you carefully, but firmly back to the bed. 

“YOU CAN’T-” But his neutral expression was scaring you more, and you found yourself unable to finish the sentence. There was so much you wanted to scream at him, the overflowing emotion was building up so much that tears started to fall down your face. “I’m not your daughter…” Was all you could spat at him angrily as he forced you further into the room. No matter how much you thrashed, you couldn’t hurt him. And he knew that. You both did. But you had to try…

“You are. I know you are. I knew the moment I saw you. Take your time, love. You can call for me when you need me, but for now I think you need to learn a lesson.” He spoke softly at first, before his tone became much more firm. You really…really didn��t want to know what he meant. But it became clear in the seconds following. 

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, before the door seemed to open and close instantly. He was gone. You should have known it’d be locked, but what you didn’t expect was just how sturdy the door was. When you banged on it, screaming for him to let you out, it didn’t budge in the slightest. Not even a small tremor from the strengths of your blow. That bastard must have planned this…was this his plan all along?

Only time would tell, but no matter how many times you had to do it…you’d try to escape. He can’t keep you here forever. He can’t…and he won’t. You’re resolved, knowing you’d go to further and further lengths to get out of here. You would return home…to your real home…no matter the cost. 

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Destroyed...

Paring: Wally Darling x Abused! Male reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6

Summary: Wally was on his way Home to see Eddi rather distressed looking for... him? Why is that?

Main Au (Illustrated Au), picture by @fandom-wreck-9000

Wally's pov

I'm walking down the street to go Home, Sally really talked my ear off with her new play. I look around to see Eddi with something that looks similar to red paint in his hands, he looked frantic? Scared, maybe?

"Wally! Thank the rainbows I found you! Something happened to M/n and Home seems angered, I think I don't understand that house," sighted an exasperated Eddie leaving me confused. Home angry, M/n? What could happen?

"Eddie, please tell me that is red paint on you...," I said softly while Eddie looked at the ground sighting.

"I wish I could," was all he had to utter for me to ran back Home. Home's door was broken open and they seemed exasperated, right next to my red arm chair lay M/n holding his stomach while gasping softly for air.

"Hey pretty... boy," said M/n softly while he looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his only that now they looked dull. I had Eddie pick him up and take him to Poppy since she will help him out, I need to know what happened.

"Home... who did this?," I asked softly knowing Home would never hurt M/n on purpose. Home started squeaking and banging multiple thing in a rapid way. They were rambling but I only catched the words 'Josh', 'beat up' and 'M/n' which gave me all the information I needed.

"Can you see him?," I asked to which Home very slowly answered with a squeak of the door which made me smile.

"He ran to the woods? Silly, silly...," I said while walking to the hidden closet inside of Home's walls. I grabbed my axe and started walking away from Home but before anything I need to make sure M/n is okay.

I hide my axe in my pocket and run towards Poppy's house, to see her sniffing softly. She sees me and her eyes seemed to widen in regret.

"Don't tell me he is dead Poppy," I said softly to which she shook her head in an agitated way, I walked towards M/n to see him cover in bandages which made my heart sink slightly. I place a kiss in his forehead and look at Poppy.

"He is in something called a coma but he should wake up in a couple of weeks time," Poppy said making me nod. I get M/n a last kiss in his hand and walk outside and start heading towards the forest to where Home said he should be. He is trying to reach the division between words and that I'm not going to allow that.

The forest and his bloody prints lead me towards him to see him standing just over the edge. I charge towards him and grab him from the back of his shirt before he could jump and throw him against a tree.

His eyes widened in shock seeing me standing only a few feet from him and that shock soon turned to fear when he registered the axe which made me laugh. I bet he didn't feel fear that often!

"Oh Josh, silly, silly. You should have left M/n alone when you had the chance," I said before lifting up my axe and taking the first swing of what would be hours of suffering for this piece of trash.

Should I do a part four? Let me know and I'll tag you if I do!

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[ronkeyroo]

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#tw; blood #tw; injury #tw; gore #felt really bad lately so that translated onto some bungled up wolf bois #i hate how the art compositions made it look as though they fought/react to each other i PROMISE they did not and it was unintentional T_T" #they will never hurt one another like this #im so sorry vilkas and farkas thank you for letting me edge you up abit T_T #im still feeling unwell so please please forgive me for not being so talktive #i do have art to upload still but i feel so guilty when i leave folks on read... #in the past id just dissappear and not upload anything but i know people enjoy my art and i dont want to take that away from them... #thank you so much for being patient with me...i hope you enjoy these two looking messed up and still godamn hot #bloody awoogas #farkas #farkas skyrim #vilkas #vilkas skyrim #the companions #wolf twins #my art #skyrim art shenanigans #ronkeyroo #jorrvaskr #skyrim #tes #tes fanart

[1strecomdejablue]

Deja Blue - Navi; Colonel Miles Quaritch - Avatar: The Way of Water    

#colonel miles quaritch #spider socorro #avatar the way of water spoilers #miles quaritch #tw; injury #james cameron's avatar #navi!miles

[shiroi---kumo]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ There had been screaming in the hall only a few hours ago, one prince leaving the scene flustered while the other left with a bloody nose. It had taken multiple binds on both sides of the equation to separate them and he didn't understand why the minute red started to pour from a pale nose, that his Liege seemed to be like a Windarian dog locked in for the kill.

Even Safiirin struggled to get the boy to cease. He hadn't heard the conversation that started the fight but he had heard his Liege scream after the younger had shouted at him "Usva, just leave me alone!"

By the time he got there, they had already come to blows and he barely had enough time to process and barely enough strength to help Safiirin hold him back. It took everything to get him off of his brother and after much fussing and a large amount of blue mist, the boy finally slowed enough for his binds to rip him away from his intended target. Away from his brother.

He watched as Pilvi was whisked away by Kukka and Sydän with Sielu following close behind and the only thing he could do was talk to his own liege to find out just what happened to cause him to attack his brother like he did. They'd always fought. The boys have always fought for as long as he's known them and that's their entire lives.

Benefits of growing up in the palace he assumes but he almost doesn't know if it was a benefit at this point to be so close to the situation. Usva had been relentless today and there is a small voice in the back of his head that wonders if no one had been there if he would have killed his brother in the process and that same small voice wonders if he would have felt anything for it when he did.

Pilvi too, was different today. Instead of backing down and doing whatever it took to simply defend himself and get away from his brother - he watched the white prince fight. Even as his hair was pulled and he look a fist to the face. He watched as teeth grit and white mist seeped out in warning. He watched as the younger prince for the first time in many years fought back and he watched as even through the tears running down his face - jade eyes turned pure white.

Revon had forced his body between the two them at that point and he heard the boy wordlessly screaming as he was carried down the hall. He heard the screaming corroding into sobs and declarations of "It hurts!" to his own binds as he was surely taken to Palo's office. They would tend to the younger. He was not his Liege, - instead he would tend to his own and Usva wasn't giving him a word.

Nothing more than "He deserved it" and "Pilvi had it coming." There was no remorse where they should have been. Where in previous years there would have been. Safiirin and Syksy took him to explain it all to his father instead and hopefully Aurinko would be able to get more out of the elder Eclispe prince than they could.

So now the symphony is slipping through the halls with his hair still a bit askew and some small bruises blossoming on his lower jaw. There is a fright existing in deep orange that usually isn't present as he knocks once, then twice and then a third time in a rhythm only he had before he turned the knob to let himself slip inside the other musician's room.

Sielu is perched at his desk with an angry look on his face and even angrier scratching filling out paper work. Grading papers if he had to take a guess.

"Sorry to intrude." He begins. "I just wanted to check in and ask - is Pilvi okay?"

#v; the child of white || before the fall #v; citrine and aqua #guest muse: opettaja sinfonia #aquaticsoul #tw; blood #tw; fighting #tw; injury #tw; death #tw; long post

[milesducemdominus]

@badassbarmaid​ || LIKED for a STARTER

"I am quite fine, I simply bumped my head is all - - truly, there is no need for all of the fuss.” A hand poised where his head had met the, mercifully, blunt end of a lance during a small skirmish. Blood stained, his hand drops from the wound and returns to his side, the bright liquid having stained down the back of the Commander’s neck and clumped some of his hair together.

#TW #Trigger Warning #TW; Injury #TW; Injury Mention #TW; Blood #TW; Blood Mention