smoking bullets

so I said something about mezato and takenaka having the eccentric shounen detective vibe and guess what

yep its an AU

in which mezato is an independent reporter who’s famous for not knowing what fear or common sense is when it comes to investigation, and takenaka is a telepath trying to stay alive

pointers under the cut

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Behind the scenes photos by photographer Justin Borucki for Kerrang! magazine. New Jersey, 2004. 

“I was hired by Kerrang! magazine to follow Gerard and Ray around and revisit the making of their latest album (I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love). We visited a hospital, the bar where they played their first gig, their childhood homes (Ray’s childhood bedroom is pictured), their practice space, and a diner that they ate at a lot when making the album. Most of these images were never run or seen by the public.”

- Justin Borucki


Klimt Eastwood 11x17

I did it! Finally! I’m very proud to show the world my greatest concept EVER: Clint Eastwood AKA the man with no name painted in a style inspired by the incredible work of Gustav Klimt. I may re work it a bit this summer. Nothing big: just playing with the tones and the general aspect.


Carl Tétreault


Originally posted by magicalice

Originally posted by karajames

IMAGINE: You’re Bellamy’s girlfriend, and when Murphy hangs him you’re also in the drop-shit. When Murphy sees you, to make Bellamy more angry, he began’s touching you suggestively.

A/N: Not the best summary of summaries but I am currently going through a The 100 faze and really wanted to write a story on it. I got this idea from @wukindly so props to her or him! That story was amazing and I wanted to do my own little twist on it. Also, I love both Murphy and Bellamy, but with how the episode actually goes, Murphy’s gonna be the bad guy in this one.

Let me know if you guys would like more The 100 imagines and please request some as well. CHECK HERE TO SEE WAHT’S ACCEPTABLE? HERE:

WARNING: Suggestive material, and sexual abuse but only touching! Nothing further!

“Murphy! Murphy, if you even touch Jasper you’re dead.”

You tried to quiet your frantic breathing. Your heart bounded against your chest as you hid above where Murphy was. You could see perfectly through the trap door that allowed you up but Murphy didn’t know you were there and although you desperately wanted to help Jasper, without a weapon you wouldn’t be able to do anything.

It was silent for a long time as you heard Jasper’s grunts of fear. Murphy was out of your view but you kept your eyes locked on Jasper, he was a dear friend of yours and you prayed he would make it out of here alive.

Looking around there was nothing valuable as a weapon up where you were, but just bellow you there was a metal rod. If you were sneaky enough and Murphy was distracted you could possibly reach the weapon in time. It was risky but you had to at least try.

Just as you moved to jump down, the familiar crackled of the walkie-talkie caught your attention and you braced yourself. “Murphy, i know you can hear me.” Your heart began to pump rapidly again at the familiar voice of your boyfriend, Bellamy. You wished you could see his face right now and hold him, you were so scared.

Part of you wonder if anyone knew you were in here. Camp was huge and with a situation such like this, it wouldn’t be hard to forget about you, even for a moment.

“All food and ammo are in the middle ground, you know that.” Bellamy explained and Murphy came back into view. You snapped your head back, trying to stay hidden for now. Looking around you, you saw what Bellamy was talking about, they needed these supplies. “You’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack. I can’t let that happen.”

Murphy grabbed the walkie talkie, “yeah, well, if you haven’t noticed you’re not exactly in control right now.” You let your eyes fall on the metal rod again, Jasper whimpering slightly when Murphy walked closer to him.

“Come on, Murphy. You don’t want to hurt Jasper.” You rocked, thinking about leaning down. Just has you moved, Bellamy’s voice stopped you once again. “You want to hurt me.” No, no. What was he thinking? You cursed him mentally.

Sometimes you hated your boyfriends knack for being the hero. He always threw himself in danger when it involved saving his friends and you from danger. But he was right, Murphy did want to hurt him. Though you loved Bellamy, it made sense, Bellamy was one of the prime reasons why Murphy had been strung up and almost hung for a death he didn’t commit. Which only proved to make you more afraid.

You watched in mild interest as Murphy debated over what Bellamy said. “So, what do you say? How about you trade him for me?” You felt your heart drop and flinched your eyes closed in panic. You needed to act quick. “Look, all you have to do is let him go and i’ll take his place.”

Murphy smirked and you glared at him from above, “how?”

“Simple, you open the door. I walk in, he walks out.”

There was a deafening moment of silence as Murphy and Jasper exchanged looks. Then you saw him pick up Jasper, Jasper letting out a squeal of surprised, as Murphy slammed the door open. He was distracted, which meant if you were quiet enough you could sneak down and grab the weapon.

“Just you, Bellamy, unarmed.” Murphy yelled out as you began making you way down the ladder. You took light small steps, trying to be as quiet as possible. “Ten seconds or i’ll put one in Jasper’s leg.” When you finally reached the ground, Murphy had begun counting. You cursed yourself when you nearly slipped, checking quickly behind you, you carefully grabbed the metal rod.

“I’m here.” You heard Bellamy. And then he came walking in, you quickly hid in the shadows, unsure of what to do. You had a weapon but you wouldn’t be able to reach Murphy quietly with Bellamy there. He’d be sure to make some sort of reaction.

You jumped when the bullet rang, making the metal rod fall out of your heads. You cursed yourself when the noise echoed, why the hell did you have to be so stupid and get scared? You watched in concern as Murphy pointed around the room in panic. Bellamy seemed just as shock, no doubt thinking he was the only one in here. 

“Get out!” Murphy suddenly yelled and you closed your eyes. What to do? What to do? There was no where to hide or run and you’d lost the only defence you had, not only that but Murphy had a gun. “I know someone’s in here, come out!”

Taking a deep breath, you straightened out. You took small, shaky steps towards the light, looking down when you finally became viewable. You heard a chuckle of amusement, when you looked up and made eye contact with Bellamy.

“No…” He whispered, shaking his head and taking a small step back in hopelessness. You stared fearfully at him, shaking in the spot.

“What a surprise!” Murphy mocked you, pointing his gun directly at your head now. You took a step back from instinct, “eh. No. How long have you been here there, Y/N? You didn’t sneak in with Bellamy here, so you must’ve been here the whole time. How’d you hide so well?”

You opened your mouth to speak before falling silent and pointing up to the trap door. Murphy looked up, licking his lips as he let out a laugh. “Come here.” He ordered, pointing where he wanted you with his gun. 

“Murphy, leave her out of this. This has nothing to do with her.” Murphy spun to Bellamy, smiling wildly at him.

“This has everything to do with her.” Murphy looked back over at you, ordering you once again over to him. You began making your way over to him, your eyes directly on Bellamy the whole time, you could see his hands inching to grab you but hesitated with the gun pointed towards him.

You let out a sob when Murphy grabbed you around your neck, smacking the back of you towards his chest. He was much taller than you, though most people were. He held with his left hand, the gun pointing at Bellamy, and you with his right, holding you tightly against him so you couldn’t move.

The walkie-talkie crackled, reminding you that it wasn’t just you three. “Bellamy.” Octavia’s voice came over, her voice cracking with concern. Murphy leaned down, bringing you with him as he grabbed the walkie-talkie. Bellamy kept his eyes on Murphy, watching his every movement. “Bellamy, are you okay?” Her voice sounded more strained.

“Want her to know you’re alive?” Murphy asked, tightening his grip on you. You muffled a moan of pain, grabbing his arm, trying to pull it away from your neck. “Start tying.”

Your eyes darted to the seat belt laying on the ground, realization of want Murphy meant to do coming quickly. You struggled, “no!” You yelled, trying to escape his grip. Murphy grunted. Bellamy held up his hands, trying to tell you to calm down, you fell silent, understanding what he meant.

Bellamy crouched down, grabbing the seatbelt as Octavia’s voice came up again. “Bellamy! Do you copy?”

“I’m fine.” Bellamy finally spoke. “Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you… and tell Raven to hurry her ass up.” You blinked, confused as to what Raven could be doing when you heard the faintest of a thump coming from below you. Murphy nor Bellamy seemed to have heard it, and you realized that she must be underneath you somehow.

“Alright, that’s long enough. Tie those two ends together.” Murphy ordered, Bellamy complied. His eyes falling once again on you when finished. A widespread of panic fell over you when Murphy ordered Bellamy to toss it over a pole in the ceiling. He hesitated, and turning your head you saw the same metal rod. You desperately needed to reach it and quick.

When the noose was over the pole, Bellamy turned to Murphy. Shrugging his shoulders, he asked; “what do you want me to say? Want me to apologize? I’m-” Murphy raised his gun threateningly when Bellamy step closer to you two. Bellamy sighed, stepping back and raising his hands lightly. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled.

You felt Murphy smirk against your neck, “you got it all wrong, Bellamy. I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, and then…” You took a deep breath in, sucking up your stomach as you stared dreadfully at Bellamy. “Then, I want you to die.”

Bellamy dragged a stool over, being ordered to stand on it he complied. You felt tears coming as he stood above you two, Murphy holding the other end of the strap tightly against you, it wrapped repeatedly around his hand. You recoiled from the feeling of the strap, hating it against yourself. “Put it over your head.”

Bellamy blinked, hesitating he spoke up. “This is insane, the grounders could-” You let out a scream of terror, shifting your body to the right when the smoke from the bullet Murphy had just shot next to your foot, evaporated. You could heard your own heart now, as you tried to squirm away, Murphy held you tighter.

Bellamy moved forward to grab you before Murphy let out another bullet, closer to you. You whimpered, trying to calm your breathing when Bellamy finally complied, putting the end of the noose around his neck. “Happy now?” Bellamy spat out. “Please just let her go Murphy. I know you don’t want to hurt her.”.

Murphy pulled on his end of the rope, jabbing you in the neck as Bellamy’s hands instinctively grabbed the noose trying to loosen the tightness. “You’re so brave, aren’t you Bellamy?” Murphy spat, he pushed you and himself towards Bellamy. “I mean you came in here thinking you were gonna turn things around, that you were stronger than me, now not only do I have you hanging by a thread. Little Y/N here is here as well.” You tilted your head to the side, disgusted when Murphy’s breathed in your scent from your neck, his breath fanning over you.

“No, stop.” Bellamy said.

You let yourself make eye contact with Bellamy as Murphy dropped the gun, kicking it behind you as he pulled higher on Bellamy’s restraints. And grabbing you around the waist to make sure neither of you were going anywhere. You pushed yourself closer to Murphy’s chest, trying to get away from his grasp. “Well, what are you thinking now, Bellamy? Huh?” 

Bellamy was now gripping the ends around his neck with both hands, his toes and just the lightest touch of his feet touching the stool. He let out grunts, clearing choking a bit. “Please, stop.” You begged, trying to get Murphy’s attention back on you.

“You know, I always liked you, Y/N.” Murphy spoke up, nuzzling his head in your hair as he kept his gaze on Bellamy. You blinked back tears as Bellamy tried to get to you. “But, then I come back and find out you’re fucking king boy over her.” He whispers harshly in your ear as you whimper. You cough when his grip on your neck becomes tighter, also tightening Bellamy’s noose. 

“You know, Bellamy, I gotta hand it to you. You got ‘em all fooled, including Y/N.” You pulled on Murphy’s hand that was around your neck when he let his other hand graze over your body. Reaching your chest. You close your eyes, unable to bare the look in Bellamy’s face as he watched you be defiled. Nor could you see the colour of his skin slowly dissipate as breathing became more difficult.

“Yeah, well we knew know the truth, don’t we, Bellamy?” Murphy grabbed your right breast, his head completely turned towards Bellamy now. You felt tears now starting to fall as you felt disgusted that you were letting this happen.

“P-Please…” Bellamy choked out. “Leave her out of this.” He couldn’t bare to see you so tortured, and it hurt him that he could do nothing to stop it.

Murphy loosened his grip on the strap, letting Bellamy and yourself take a stake of breath. But the rope around Bellamy’s neck was still tight enough that he couldn’t do anything to help himself. Murphy was also so close that one kick of the leg and the stool would be gone from beneath Bellamy’s feet. “You’re a coward. I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me.”

You let out a strangled cry, Murphy’s hand still on your breast. “Isn’t that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right? Well, now i’m giving Y/N what she wanted.” Murphy murmured lowering hand so it caressed your stomach. Bellamy tried to kick out to help you but stopped when he nearly fell. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“No.” You whispered. “I don’t want that.” Murphy grunted, his expression turning angry. In a fit of panic, Bellamy whispered; “I should’ve stopped them.”

Stopping his ministrations, Murphy turned to Bellamy. Nodding to himself. “Yeah, it’s a little late for that.”

“What do you expect Murphy? That they’re just gonna let you walk out of here?” Bellamy questioned.

Murphy nodded, thinking to himself. “Well, I think the princess is with me. Clarke’s dead, and the kings about to be. So, who’s really gonna lead these people, huh?”

You looked back over to the metal rod, Murphy’s grip loosening on you a little bit. You debated over whether you should fight for it or wait. “Me. That’s who.” Murphy answered his own question. Turning to you he smiled, “and yeah. Maybe i’ll have to pound the princess over here into submission. I’m sure she would feel nice, up and against me. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, too, Y/N.“ Murphy gazes at, grabbing your hip, he thrusts you against him. Bellamy lets out a grunt of anger, strutting his foot out to try and hit Murphy who let go of you in panic, knocking you back so hard you hit your head on something. You barely noticed when Murphy tightened the noose around Bellamy, as you blinked trying to gain consciousness. Bellamy yelled your name but you barely heard him.

“Ahh!” A scream echoed out and rang in your ears. You blinked when four loud gun shots rang through and deafened you. Your head dropped and when you opened them, Bellamy was choking, the stool gone from under his feet and Murphy was making his way over to you and quickly.

Turning your head, you saw the metal rod. Grunting, you ignored the pain in your head and turned over to grab it. Murphy grabbed your shoulder to turn you over, but you’d already had grabbed the weapon and hit him over the head. Your aim was misjudged from the dizziness that filled you. Murphy straddled you, easily grabbing both your wrists and slamming them on the ground. “Get off of me!” You yelled, trying to push him off.

The door creaked open but you barely heard it as Murphy tried to grab you, yanking you upwards. A scream fell from your lips as you were dragged and tossed up the ladder, but your eyes met Bellamy’s, seeing him choking to death. You tried to reach him but Murphy was quick and aggressive.

You were still dizzy, and Murphy tossed you to the ground, quickly tying you there. It was loose but it kept your left hand there as he looked around frantically for something. You listened closely, trying to see if you could hear Bellamy at all. 

“Come on, goddamnit!” Murphy screamed and you flinched, trying to untie your hand. You were so close when Murphy kneeled next to you, holding the gun to your waist.

“There’s no bullets…” You whispered, out of breath. 

Murphy smiles, “no, theres one.” He leaned down, grabbing your chin before smashing his lips against you. You struggled from his grip, his hands no doubt bruising your jaw.

“Murphy!” You heard Bellamy yell hoarsely. You immediately snapped back from Murphy’s grip, turning your eyes to look at the trap door. Murphy panicked, as he pressed the gun harder against your waist. You feared he would shoot you. “Murphy! It’s over!” The trap door began to smash open and closed, as you guessed Bellamy tried to break it open. “Let Y/N go!”

You watched Murphy carefully. “Please, just let me go.” You whispered, he looked at you before his eyes caught something. He stood up, letting go of you as you followed where he was going when you saw his gaze on the explosive can of gun powder, you panicked.

You frantically tried to untie your hand and just as your hand was free, there was an explosion, small but smoke filtered around you as you stared at the gaping hole in the drop-ship. Snapping awake from your shock, you crawled over to the trap door, taking the metal rod out and letting Bellamy and Jasper clamber in.

When Bellamy saw you, he immediately wrapped his arms around his waist. As Jasper went to the gaping whole. “Murphy’s running away.” Jasper exclaimed. “Should we go after him?”

Bellamy mumbled a no, not letting go of you as Jasper nodded and left to give you two some space. 

You pushed back from his embraced, running your hands over his face making sure he was okay. He looked extremely concerned as he breather heavily, no doubt still out of breath. You watched as his hands, shaking, reached up and softly touched your bottom lip. He pulled back staring at the blood, you hadn’t realized but it must have happened when he kissed you.

“I thought I lost you…” You whispered, staring at the red marks that marred his neck.

“I thought…” Bellamy started, “I thought he had…”

You shook your head. “No, all he did was kiss me and well, the rest you saw.” Bellamy nodded, standing up and helping you up as well. “Is your head okay?” He asked, touching the back of it only to feel something slimy, you nodded despite the clear concern on his face.

“Just a bit dizzy.”

Despite how he felt, he nodded. Leaning down gently, he pressed his lips to yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: So yeah! My first The 100 imagine! i hope you guys enjoyed it and truthfully I think it’s the longest imagine i’ve ever written. But I enjoyed writing it greatly!

For a minute everything is fine despite the sirens and the red-blue-red lights painting a golden boy shades of orange and purple, a twisted mockery of your own outfit, and then you smell gun-smoke and

Like nothing matters more than this bullet burying itself in your shoulder instead of his heart and everything goes still and

And then god it’s like a thousand angels sing in chorus as you fall, under fire, slow like you’re drowning in deep water, hitting the concrete hard and already bloody, like

like you’re getting up in the ring you drag yourself to your feet and your eyes are hazy and you

and you
again, shoving his body as you burn and drown and he topples and there’s gun-smoke
and a bullet pings off deeper into an alley and

and you stand back up dripping and there’s a rattling snap of bullets and thick gun-smoke and a bear roaring protectively and

and angry floral print carrying a golden boy and a scorch-mark-black skull and equally dark ink looking for you



He is a meteor shower, all fire and impact and color in low atmosphere, in a free fall towards death, he’s the universe reminding the earth how small and fragile it is, he is cosmic and when he laughs there are earthquakes.

It is arrogant to say you love him, boastful to claim that the thing that coils through your ribcage and around your heart, quickening your pulse and shortening your breath, is anything but desire to own, like the dragon and it’s hoard, desire to own, to keep safe, keep forever. It is not a bad feeling.

You rewrote yourself to be a creature of electricity and you dream in code, lines and lines of it stuttering under your eyelids. You watch the world though cameras, one way glassy eyes on every street corner, you watch him storm the city cloaked in gun smoke and bullet shells, in wild raucous laughter and a feral grin. He is a monster and you are a ghost, and he is yours forevermore, he is yours until the end of everything, he is yours.


8bitempress  asked:

hELLO!!! I'm here to request a doozy: Reaper is detrimentally wounded and he demands his S/O to be his personal physician. I crave reaper as much as I do angst. /sweats

Your body jumped the second time you heard the banging on your loft’s door, your hand diving under your bed and grabbing your sidearm, a blaster pistol. Your heart drummed against your ribcage as you rolled out of bed and dropped onto the floor in a low crouch. You stalked towards the door slowly, sliding across the walls for cover, checking around the corners and not seeing anyone. The sound of them pounding on the door again made you jump, your arm lifting, finger sitting ready on the trigger.

This was one of the safe houses that Reaper had set up for you two. No one should have been able to find your or him or this location without digging way deeper than they should have. You’d be damned if you’d let them mess up this fucked up sense of normalcy you two had finally fallen into.  

Your hand moved to the door’s biometric scanner, counting down as you listened to the door unlock, mentally chastising yourself for not installing cameras sooner. Standing to the side you slowed your breathing, willing yourself calm so your aim wouldn’t go astray. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

As the door slid open you moved in front of it, pistol leveled at the head of person that had been banging on your door. Widowmaker took a step back, hand moving towards her own gun as she glared at you. She looked rough, a few grazed bullet wounds on her cheek, side and leg, her yellow eyes tired but calculating.

“Amelie”, you questioned bewildered, slowly lowering the gun as she did the same. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Bring him in”, she said over her shoulder, taking a half step back and further into the hallway.

“Dios mio…Gabe needs to lose some weight.”

Sombra’s thermoptic camo dropped, revealing the tiny woman barely holding Reaper up against the wall. He looked bad, to put it simply. There were bullet holes everywhere; his gauntlets, shin guards, through his cloak, and pants. Smoke billowed then receded around him and the wounds, your heart in your throat as you looked at the puddle of dark blood that gleamed in the low hallway light.

Your eyes went wide, your pistol clattering to the floor as you surged forward to help Amelie and Sombra get Gabriel inside. He was barely conscious, his legs barely keeping up with the three of you as you as you carried him towards the long couch in the living room. You set him down gingerly your heart pounding.

“W-what happened”, you asked, your mind moving a million miles per minute. You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave his side, taking off to grab the full STOMP military medical kit in the bathroom.

“We got ambushed”, Sombra answered, dropping down heavily in one of the other chairs. She winced in pain, rubbing her side slowly. “Gabe took the brunt of it, but he got us out. We tried to take him back to HQ but he freaked. Told us to take him to you.”

“Me”, you asked, confused,rushing back into the living room, the heavy medical bag thrown over your shoulder, turning all the lights in the room on. Your eyes looked between the hacker and sniper, neither women giving you nothing else as explanation.

“Get out…”

Gabriel’s voice sounded rough, gritty and wet; his red eyes glowing weakly from beneath his drooping hooded head.

“Get out”, he bellowed when none of you moved. He dissolved into a fit of painful coughs, his breaths wet, wheezing and nasty.

“Fine don’t gotta yell”, Sombra snapped back, pushing herself up. Amelie was almost out of the door when the tiny hacker followed, Sombra glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t die on us Gabe, comprende?”

Your knees hit the floor before the door had slid completely shut, your hands shaking as you opened the medical kit up completely. His breathing made your blood run cold, the wet, wheezing breaths twisting up your insides. You pulled a few deep breaths into your lungs, trying to slow your racing heart, calm down your overactive adrenaline.

You carefully unclipped the sides of his mask, pulling it from his face gingerly. His glowing red eyes glared down at you, his brow furrowed in pain. Your eyes danced over his face, looking for any other signs of injury on his features. Fortunately it looked like his mask had done its job. But that didn’t stop you from freezing as you saw the crimson stain on his lips.


Your voice came out as a whisper, your hands shaking as you began to remove his armor. His gauntlets came off, clattering to the wooden floors, belted holster and grenade canister dropped to the floor with little care.

“Shit…”, you hissed as you had finally gotten his bulletproof vest off, seeing the bullet hole that sat in the right side of his chest.

That was preventing his healing. The wound was trying to fix itself, the billow of black smoke pouring from the bullet hole as his cells degenerated only to regenerate around the wound in the same way. The bullet had struck his lungs, the bubbling blood around the wound a telltale sign. You had seen this before on the field, but you were shocked he had made it back before his lung had collapsed completely.

“B-baby”, you said slowly, turning as your hands dove into the medical bag, hands wrapping around the trauma shears. “There’s a bullet that has hit your lung, it’s why you won’t heal…I gotta…I gotta get it out, okay?”

Your eyes jumped up to his face when he didn’t respond, his eyes still watching you as he grit his teeth in pain. He gave a low grunt as a response, your hands pulling the tight underarmor away from his skin. The shears slid through the fabric effortlessly, a cry catching in your throat as you saw how much blood poured from the wound after every slow heartbeat. If this was any other person, you know he would be dead but you didn’t know how long the revived super soldier could survive with these kinds of wounds. Could he bleed out? Could he suffocate? You jumped as Gabriel grabbed your shoulder, making you look up into his eyes.

“Fix it”, he ordered, eyes narrowed at you. He wasn’t squeezing, he was grounding you so you didn’t lose your cool. Nodding your head, you took a slow gulp of air.

“I got you”, you breathed, nodding your hair rhythmically. “I-I got you…’

He released your shoulder as your hands began to riffle through the bag, pulling out the alcohol hand sanitizer. You squeezed half the bottle into your hands, scrubbing your skin vigorously. You waited for your skin to dry, hands shaking, yanking on the medical gloves. You bit your lip hard as you pulled out the iodine wipes, carefully cleaning around the wound. You watched his hands twitch before clawing into the couch, a low growl falling from his lips.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, repeating the apology over and over until the blood and dirt had been wiped away. You grabbed your next set of supplies; a quick clotting solution, saline solution, tweezers, and gauze. “Gabe, baby, I need you to lean back. I need to see how deep this wound is…okay?”

Your hand moved to his shoulder, his hand shooting up and wrapping around your wrist bruisingly tight. He stared you down, his eyes boring into yours as black took over the sclera of his eyes. He was panting now, out of breath, smoke dripping from his mouth.

“Hey baby”, you murmured, your other hand lifting and lightly stroking his cheek, ignoring the flinch. “C-calm down, okay? I can’t help you if you’re sitting up, okay? I need to get you to lay back, okay?”

A shaky smile rose to your lips, trying to exude an aura of calm and composure. Your thumb light stroked his cheek, your eyes boring into his as you refused to be cowed by his reaction to pain. His grip loosened on your wrist, Reaper groaning as he leaned all the way back.

“Thank you”, you breathed out, stroking his cheek once more before your hand moved to rest on his solid, scarred chest. “This is going to hurt…okay? But…but I need to see how deep this goes…okay?”

You didn’t wait for his answer, grabbing the bag of saline solution, irrigating the blood from the wound, Gabriel howled angrily. His hands clawed through the couch arm, his sharp nail slicing through the fabric. You spared a glance up, his eyes narrowing into slits, his lips lifting in a snarl, his canines growing sharper. Your eyes dropped back down to the wound, seeing the glint of the bullet in his chest. You thanked the spirits that at the very least it looked like it would be easy enough to pull straight out.

“Okay baby”, you murmured softly, switching the hand that the saline solution was in and picking up the long, thin steel tweezers. “Once I get this out, you’ll be able to heal, alright? Then I’ll work on getting the rest out…but you’ll finally be able to breathe, alright? But this is going to hurt….I need you to stay in control…I know it’s going to be hard…but baby I need you to focus, okay?”

His breath was coming out in low, soft hisses, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. You could see was grasping onto a thin string of control, resisting the urge to slip into his demonic, feral side. Smoke was beginning to billow off thicker and thicker, the smoke almost completely opaque, his head tilting to the side as he tried to regain control.

“Gabriel”, you started, quickly putting the instruments in your hand down. You slowly pressed both of your hands to either side of his face, watching his pain-filled eyes focus on you again. “Breathe Gabriel, breathe. Just a little bit more and we will be done, okay? You know I love you, papi. I know you can handle this, just a little bit more.”

His eyes stayed focus on your own, his pupils slowly growing back into their regular size, the black refusing to recede from the whites of  your eyes. Your thumbs gently stroked both sides of his face, gliding over his cheekbones and sliding down over his lips. His labored breathing relaxed slightly, his hand reaching up and covering one of your hands.

“That’s it”, you murmured, smiling as you slowly pulled your hand away from his and resting them in his lap. “I knew you could handle this guapo.”

Your hands moved quickly, grabbing the tweezers and calming your nerves as you followed the entry point of the wound, carefully pinching the bullet. You locked the tweezer in place, pulling back carefully and wincing as you listened to him grunt and growl. You held your breath as the bullet came out, tilting your head back and finally taking a breath. You moved in auto-pilot, squeaking out an apology as you jammed the wound coagulant into the bullet wound, pushing the plunger down and pulling back.

“Dios lo maldiga”, he cussed at you, earning the sympathetic look you gave him. You watched the wound turn to smoke before solidifying whole, the wound slowly beginning to close up. You could hear the wheeze in his breathing slow then disappear, his body pressing even further into the couch.

“Rest baby”, you said softly, gently patting his hand. “I’ll keep cleaning up these wounds…you just rest, okay?”

His hand wrapped tight around yours, squeezing hard as he let exhaustion take over.

“Thank you mi reina…thank you.”