#Jeeze it was unsettling me

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I make a request for an S/O who has a pet that is extremely gruesome and scary, but is very cuddly and protective when interacting with its owner? Like, like the animal was something similar to the Demongorgon or something.

If you can, do it for Sarah, Shenhen, Dehya, Candance and Navia.

(Genshin Impact) Sara, Shenhe, Dehya, Candace, and Navia's S/O with a terrifying pet

I was bouncing between a Tyranid from 40k or a terrifying bug from a user created horror story called Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, but I'll just settle on some non particular bug abomination.

Sara was barely able to hold back from immediately drawing her bow when she walked into S/O's house the first time and saw a massive insect inside.

It nearly stood up to the ceiling as it straightened its back, before relaxing from seeing its owner.

(Sara) "What is that?!"

(S/O) "OH! S-Sorry, I forgot to mention it to you beforehand! This is my pet!"

Sara stared at S/O before her eyes slowly glanced over to the "pet" they kept.

It resembled some kind of centipede with massive antennas, but had arms resembling a...human?!

Sara still kept her battle stance, wearily looking at it before turning to S/O, noticing their relatively happy expression.

(Sara) "...And, this will pose no threat to the people of Inazuma?"

(S/O) "Of course not, he doesn't eat people!"

(Sara) sigh "Thank the Almighty Sho-"

(S/O) "He eats corpses! It's a scavenger bug, not a predator!"

(Sara) "..."

Sara is uneasy around S/O's pet, putting it mildly.

The only place she doesn't allow S/O to cuddle her is at their house.

The one time she allowed them to rest their head on her shoulder, the romantic mood was immediately halted by S/O's pet resting its head on their lap.

Despite how much it unsettled her, she could at least complement its intelligence and loyalty.

When S/O was threatened, it would immediately attack whenever they commanded it to.

It even enjoyed getting pet, though Sara politely declined from doing so herself.

As long as it didn't cause a public disturbance, it was fine to remain.

But Archons help S/O if she gets a report of that...thing threatening a citizen, not even its terrifying and gross legs would skitter away from her wrath.

Shenhe reached for her polearm before realizing the bug was relaxing near S/O.

She had seen all kinds of fantastical sights thanks to her Master, so it didn't really take long for her to adjust.

(Shenhe) "...Is that a pet, S/O?"

(S/O) "Sure is! This little guy has been with me for a long time!"

(Shenhe) "I see. It is good you have a companion."

The bug's head, or at least what she assumed was the head, seemed to lean into S/O's hand as they scratched under the chin.

...Neat.

Shenhe is used to nature, but she had never seen a creature like this before.

But then again, being with S/O taught her all kinds of new things, maybe this was another she should take heed of.

Seeing other people react to the bug, she moves to protect it like she would S/O.

Something that even it recognized, and protected Shenhe like its owner.

The only thing Shenhe dislikes about the bug is how clingy it got whenever she was wanting to spend time with S/O.

Other than that, the bug and Shenhe have a strange silent respect for each other.

(Dehya) "S/O, GET BACK!-"

Dehya suddenly leaps into action when a giant bug-like creature emerged from the sand behind S/O.

Before S/O got in the way, trying (and failing) to keep her arm down.

(S/O) "WAIT, DEHYA! I-It's with me!"

Dehya's expression was something between confusion and anger, quickly looking back at S/O and the bug.

Just as they said, it was just staring at her before turning its attention to its owner.

(Dehya) "Jeez, ya never thought to bring this up to me before?! It looks like it could eat us!"

(S/O) "I-If it makes you feel any better, it's like a vulture! A scavenger eater, only corpses!"

(Dehya) "It really doesn't..."

Dehya is honestly creeped the hell out by S/O's pet.

She's seen a lot of desert fauna, but nothing like what S/O had.

It especially didn't help matters that it liked to hide under the sand until S/O spent time with it.

She especially didn't like that it butted its head in whenever she wanted to hold S/O.

More than one occasion she was ready to tell it off before S/O did so gently, letting it gently comply.

The other mercs are completely freaked out by it, which she doesn't blame them for in the slightest.

But, it did help during their contracts by scaring the hell out of rival clients, other eremites, and animals in general.

Begrudgingly, she let S/O keep it, but then again maybe it's best it remains with them and doesn't wander off in the desert to potentially reproduce.

Candace notices something shifting in the sands near S/O, which she immediately raises her spear to throw at-

Before S/O frantically waved their hands, signaling to her not to attack.

Candace sees the bug emerge from the sand as it gives S/O a lift, riding towards her.

She takes a step back from unease, sizing the bug up and down before turning to S/O.

(Candace) "Have you...tamed this creature?"

(S/O) "K-Kinda? I didn't really tame it per se, more like we became friends!"

Candace did acknowledge it had some kind of intelligence in its eyes, as it responded perfectly to S/O's commands.

Being reassured by S/O that it would not attack the people of Aaru village, or eat the children, she allowed it to stay.

It took a bit for her to get used to it, but she no longer flinches seeing the bug.

It helped that it didn't seem to be naturally part of the desert, since she had never seen anything like it before.

Eventually, it became as much of a guardian of the town as Candace, much to her shock.

When S/O was threatened, the bug leapt from the sands and dragged them under, and the same went for any of the townsfolk.

The only thing she asks is that it sleeps outside, mostly just cause it'd drag sand all over the floor.

(S/O) "HOLY CRAP, GIANT BUG!-"

S/O immediately aims her umbrella-shotgun before S/O stopped her from pulling the trigger.

(S/O) "W-WAIT! NAVIA, IT'S MY PET!"

(Navia) "Your pet?! That thing could eat one of the Clockwork Meka whole!"

She shuddered in terror as it skittered towards S/O, seemingly lax by their mere presence.

This sure as hell wasn't a man's best friend situation, and every cell in her body wanted to shoot it.

But seeing as it was with S/O, she very reluctantly let S/O keep it.

The only thing is that it HAD to stay outside the city and only in S/O's home.

Every single Meka and Guard would be trying to kill it, not that she wouldn't blame them either.

Navia screams in terror everytime she opens the door to find it turn its head towards her.

Why couldn't S/O just have a cat or something...?

Her urge to stomp the bug grows bigger when she moves to hug or kiss S/O, only to watch it approach from seeming jealousy.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #sara kujou x reader #shenhe x reader #dehya x reader #candace genshin impact x reader #navia x reader #kujou sara #shenhe genshin impact #dehya genshin #candace genshin impact #navia genshin impact

[romantichomicide95]

DABI ~ confessions

summary: you ask dabi why he never says those three words back.

cw: toxic relationship vibes, but still kinda cute. dabi opening up in his dabi way.

a/n: bee aren’t you on a writing hiatus? -no comment, also first time i’ve ever written for him and i know his stuff is prob a dead side of tumblr but when in rome.

tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this (i almost forgot)

“how come you never say it back?” you ask dabi, adjusting your position against him on the couch. this particular question had been on your mind for awhile. whether or not he loved you back. it was something that twisted in your gut like a knife each night that passed. his stark blue gaze flicked away from the television, finding your eyes momentarily before flicking back to the TV.

dabi’s lips twisted slightly, forming a semblance of a frown, one that made his eyes seem even colder and more distant than usual. the faint glow from the television cast unsettling shadows across his scarred face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. “say what back?” he retorted.

you felt your heart beat painfully against your chest. “that you love me,” you whispered.

a low grunt escaped him as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, forcing you off his lap and creating a small distance between you. dabi’s voice drops low, his steely gaze finally settling back on you, sharp and piercing. “love doesn’t really suit me now does it?”

your heart sank at his words, but you couldn’t let it go. “okay…so you don’t love me?” your voice was rising, a mix of frustration and sadness weaving through your words.

dabi looks away again, his jaw clenched tightly. for a moment, there's a flash of vulnerability in his eyes before it disappears behind his mask of indifference. “it’s complicated," he finally says, his voice gruff.

you felt the sting of tears, trying to will them away but failing. “what does than even mean…i’m your girlfriend.”

his silence hung heavily between you, the air charged with the unspoken. he sighed, a sound heavy and filled with something that could almost be mistaken for regret. "can you just drop this and watch tv? i’m fucking tired.”

you wipe away a tear. "no dabi…you know i put up with a lot from you? for one you’re an asshole and like you’re not always nice to me. plus you use my body however you please. but despite that i love you…so i just deal with it.” you begin, the tears now rolling down your cheeks unchecked. “i just want to make you happy. and now you’re telling me you don’t love me? what’s the point?”

"fuck, " dabi cut in, his tone sharper than he intended. he saw the hurt flash across your face and it stirred something inside him. you were right, you do put up with a lot from him. always finding ways to justify his behavior, excuse his cruelty. “don’t cry i hate that shit. i’m not good with feelings and all that.” he runs a hand through his messy hair. the tv light flashes bright, casting a glow across his face illuminating his scars. “it’s not like i don’t care about you.”

“but you don’t love me? i guess i just don’t see why you’re still with me if you don’t.”

there’s a long silence as he struggles internally with the weight of the conversation. “well i am with you aren’t i? who else would put up with me?”

“oh so it’s out of convenience than? that’s real nice dabi jeeze.”

he glares at you for a second, almost like he’s insulted by the insinuation. “no. it’s not out of convenience okay! jesus christ, you’re impossible. can you just drop this please?”

“if that’s the case than why can’t you say it back?” your voice comes out exasperated, shaking and choked. laced with tears and sorrow.

frustrated beyond measure dabi’s blue eyes reflect a mix of anger and turmoil. like there’s two sides desperately clawing away at each other inside him. finally he explodes. "fuck…if you're really that desperate for meaningless words then fine…fine, I LOVE YOU, YOU STUPID IDIOT!" he screamed, his voice cracking under the intensity of his own emotions. the room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the tv in the background. he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast as he continues yelling. “i love you so much it’s fucking infuriating. why do you think i get so mad all the god damn time when guys look at you? why do you think i push back all the time? cause i’m fucking scared. i’m scared you’ll realize what a piece of shit I am and leave me. i fucking love you y/n. of course i do. fuck…are you seriously that dense that you don’t see that?”

the second those words left his mouth, there was a palpable shift in the air. the room suddenly seemed colder, and you could barely believe what you had just heard. you stare back at him in disbelief, unable to form words.

watching you struggle for a response he snorts, shaking his head. a low gritty laugh, utterly emotionless, escapes him. “of course you don’t see it you fucking moron, too busy whining and being a pain in the ass all the time.”

a feeling of relief bubbles inside you, mixed with annoyance at his utter lack of tact and disbelief at his confession. the swirling of emotions comes out of you in a laugh, one that lasts a fraction of a second too long. “how can you be such an asshole while saying something like you just said?” you continue to laugh, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

he rolls his eyes. “just because i said love you doesn’t mean ill suddenly change you moron.” he says, though the hardness in his tone has softened. he shifts uncomfortably, almost as if unsure how to handle the vulnerability he just displayed.

you smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek before settling back on his lap. he scoffs slightly but his arm wraps around you as you both settle back into your prior position. despite himself, dabi finds some comfort in having you close. there’s some peace that bubbles deep within him whenever he’s got your body pressed against his.

you look up at him, tracing the scar along his cheek. “well, i love you a lot…and i wouldn’t leave you by the way, so there’s no reason to be scared.”

“whatever,” he mutters dismissively. “just shut up and watch tv.” he shifts on the couch grabbing the remote and turning the volume up, but not before he leans down to place a small chaste kiss against your forehead.

#dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #dabi x you #touya x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi touya #my hero academia x reader #my hero #dabi

[cyxnidx]

EXPRESSIONS !

characters: soap, horangi, keegan

content: semi-fluffy x smutty, a little bit of passive aggression in keegans and maybe horangi?

a/n: love the idea of a stoic reader with expressive partners omfg. this took wayy longer than it probably should've.

JOHN 'SOAP' MCTAVISH

strangely enough, he adores the fact that you're quite stoic in the face.

he actually prefers it.

when talking to you casually and he says something that catches you so off guard you make a visible expression? he gets so giddy.

you blink, haulting in action as you stare at the man in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. which, in contrast to your visually concerned expression, is odd to see. though, in his eyes, this is like getting a little kid that was too shy to even look at him moments ago to become a giggling mess - he feels accomplished.

he makes it a personal goal to get you to laugh at least once, every day.

especially since it seems like he's the only man alive to actually get a laugh out of you.

you look around, quiet and confused on why everyone was laughing at a joke one of the soldiers had said moments ago. though, when you look at soap, he makes a face. a face you recognize, and a face you find quite childish - almost like something an adult would make to a child. but, in contrast to the classic joke that was slid earlier, you begin to giggle at the funny face. "jeez, mctavish. tell me, what's ya' trick for gettin' the lil lady to laugh?" a voice asks.

soap can't help but laugh, nearly boasting about how you receive his odd actions as entertainment.

though, he still has no real idea of why exactly you let em do it.

now sexually? oh boy.

as stoic as you are, you're just as, if not more quiet. so when he gets the chance? he pushes every button possible.

sometimes it's like a primal need - to hear you is a gift. a moan, a small curse, whimper, uneven breathing. anything.

soap thrusts with precision, hands on your waist as he watches your expression closely. he knows your enjoying it, he can feel it. but that's not exactly what he's looking for. and almost like clockwork, he hears a whimper. something small, something most would push off and forget about - but not him. that? that was a door of opportunity for him. getting back to position, he thrusts in that same area, arousal growing when he hears your whimpers and groans turn into full fledged moans and pleas of pleasure. "that's right, lemme hear you, pretty. l'me hear your pretty little noises, yeah? doin' so good f'me."

HORANGI

he finds it odd at first. he never really got to explore it much, he never thought to.

somehow overlooked it?

"i didn't notice how.. stoic, you were." he mentions, completely randomly. you blink, tilting your head, hinting confusion. "what do you mean?" "you don't express much in the face, y'know?" you hum, continuing back to your previous task. "how did you not notice?" horangi shrugs. "i've never cared to look so closely."

after that, he pays more attention to your stoicism.

not only does it notice it's a bit creepy, but almost challenging.

"what's it gonna take to get an expression outta you?" he questions, placing a finger on your forehead. and as he looks at you, he notices your eyes drop a bit lower than normal, eyebrows a little too relaxed compared to what he's used to and he backs up a step or two. the glare you give him is unsettling, and if looks could kill? he'd be dead. "damn, baby, is that how you look at your enemies before killin' em?" you only roll your eyes. "and that's the last time you'll see me willingly give express myself physically."

to get you to express something is a bit difficult for him.

except for you glaring at him like he slapped a close family member.

but then, of course, what if your expressions weren't exactly voluntary?

and that's how he found yourself between your legs, watching as every move he made evicted an expression.

"why, there we are.." he smirks, licking his lips from the orgasm he just brought you to. "you sound so pretty moaning, baby." he kisses you, "n' you look even prettier coming on my face." you look down at him, still sighing heavily from your high. "suck a dick." "that's no way to thank me, but alright.."

KEEGAN

he understands it, to an extent. he made an effort to be close friends with you before asking you out.

he likes to annoy you, a lot.

just to see you get a little irritated, to see the rather dull look in your eyes light up a bit. even if it is with a little fire.

"keegan, can you please get the fuck on." you warn, tired of his constant teasing. though, he stops for a moment and pouts. "you mad at me, baby?" "no, i'm fucking ecstatic." you say sarcastically. "oh, come on. nothings wrong with a little friendly fire." "everything is wrong with friendly fire right now."

he's literally like a little ball of curiosity when it comes to you.

he craves more - more knowledge, more experience.

sometimes he just does dumb shit. why? no reason.

creeping up behind you, keegan pinches at your arm, eyes full of curiosity when he watches you jump slightly and turn to look at him. "what the fuck." you say flatly. "i love you," he says with a goofy ass smile.

he likes to see watch and see how you always seem to try to hold yourself together sexually.

it literally seems like every time he's mildly teasing you, it's like you want more but holding yourself back.

you sigh, resting your head against the cupboard behind you. keegan has you sitting on a counter in the kitchen, and seconds ago his lips and hands were all over you. until he stopped. "what is it, baby?" he questions, looking at you knowingly. you chuckle, mildly annoyed. "nothing, you fuck."

he loves to get a rise out of you, especially sexually. he soaks in every expression and little noise that escapes your pretty lips.

fingers up your cunt, keegan finds himself grinning as he watches your hips grind in synchronicity with his fingers while your usual neutral expression is now contorted with pleasure and desire. though, that feeling is stopped when he removes his fingers from your cunt before licking your juices off his fingers greedily. only to be met with one of your burning gazes. "what is it? somethin' you wanna tell me?" he tempts, watching you frown at the lack of pleasure now.

#cyxnidx #smut #smutty smut smut #cod mw ghost #cod smut #cod imagine #cod mwf2 #soap cod #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #call of duty smut #call of duty headcanons #call of duty keegan #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fandom #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap mctavish #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan russ smut #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan smut #cod horangi #kim horangi hong jin

[alohaasaloevera]

KL post-canon sorta fwb/situationship AU where they rile each other up!!!!!!1!1!!1!

—

Lance is so fucking annoying. Keith has decided that his mindset from when he was 18 (and sexually confused—actually, maybe just repressed?) is now superior.

Keith hates how Lance flirts with anything that even remotely looks like a woman. He hates how he jokes around too much. He hates how extensive his skin routine is. He hates how he can’t decide whether he wants to punch Lance or kiss him senseless every single time he wiggles his eyebrows as an attempt to flirt or recites a crappy one-liner at him.

His Things I Hate About Lance list is about to be updated, because they’re at yet another diplomatic party on earth (which is actually more of a “celebrating the fact that the universe didn’t get destroyed” party) and Lance is wearing a navy blue button-down shirt which is very much accentuating his muscles, and it’s causing his brain to malfunction. I guess the constant labor at the farm paid off, Keith thinks.

He’s also flirting with a lady who also seems to be extremely appreciative of Lance’s outfit choice. They look like they’re about to decimate each other in the middle of the room with how their eyes are focused solely on the other. Lance’s eyes flick over to him for a second before he just smirks at Keith—the smug fuck—then he focuses back on the girl in front of him before settling his hand on her hip and leaning closer, his voice a hushed whisper against the shell of her ear.

Keith just rolls his eyes. Not that he cares about who Lance sleeps with anyways.

“You’re drooling.” Shiro says, which earns him a moderately hard slap from Keith on his non-prosthetic arm. “You look mad, too.”

“Shut up.” Keith grumbles, because apparently his 14 year old self’s attitude is now the best way to go, “Go away.”

“Jeez, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“I said, shut it! Or else telling Adam you made out with Curtis.”

“Please, they’re probably making out with each other as of this moment.”

“Gross!”

“What are you, 12?”

Keith does not go ahead and answer that question, mostly because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s acting more and more immature as the seconds that he stares at Lance and the woman go by.

Shiro, who has been a spectator of Keith pining over the Red Paladin since the early days of Voltron, sighs, before ruffling Keith’s hair, “Please just try and talk out whatever this weird sexual tension between you and him is. For me, please? I’ve already constructed a customized shovel talk for him if you ever do get with him, and let’s just say updating it over the years—”

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it!”

“Thanks, child.”

“Child? Is that what we’re doing now?”

“Just go!”

—

Keith, both fortunately and unfortunately, does not get to talk to Lance until after the party. He walks around the ballroom, and multiple people tell him Lance was last seen walking out eagerly with a girl, so he waits until the next day to talk to him.

What feels unsettling is that how most of the people who let him know about where Lance has gone were talking in an almost…disappointed manner; like they had expected better from him. Which is ridiculous, because for starters, Lance doesn’t need to be all serious and on guard all of the time, especially since they’re celebrating the fact that they had won the war—in fact, it would be out of character for Loverboy Lance to not flirt with at least one person at a party. Secondly, Lance is basically still a kid. Sure, he’s been through some stuff, but he’s still 20 years old. He wouldn’t even have graduated college by now!

Keith gets that they are the Paladins of Voltron, and their duty is to protect the universe, but sometimes the expectations people have for them make them look like flawless, error-free machines who never make mistakes or miss a beat, when it’s far from that. They’re human too. They mess up plans like half the time (maybe not half, but you get the point)!

When he’s walking to Lance’s house—somewhere about a 5 minute walk away from the city and a 10 minute walk from his own house—he stops in his tracks.

What is he even going to say to him?

He can’t be flat-out, outright straightforward with Lance and say, “Oh, I’m kinda in love with you, and have been for the past 5 or so years, so could we stop this friends-with-benefits situationship we have going on and just cut to the real deal?”, but he also can’t be too vague with it.

Though, if there’s anything that Voltron has taught him, one of the things would be, without a doubt, is that you always have to be prepared to improvise.

He knocks on the cold wood, and just when Keith is about to reconsider even coming here, the door opens.

—

In the course of 5 seconds, Keith goes from knocking on a door to being slammed against that same door. Not that he’s going to complain.

“Sorry—” Lance manages in between kisses, “—about—” a kiss on his forehead, “—yesterday.” He kisses Keith gently on the lips, adding more pressure when the smaller’s arms come to wrap around his neck.

Just as Keith relaxes, he breaks the kiss, genuinely confused, “Wait, what?”

“It’s just that you seemed genuinely sad when I was flirting with her, and—” Lance attempts to explain, only for Keith to cut him off.

“Hey, don’t apologize to me for that.” Keith protests. “I was just jealous that you looked fucking amazing in that dress shirt and she was the one who got to have you. Besides, we aren’t exclusive.”

He expects Lance to loosen up—maybe brag about how he wooed Keith with his dazzling looks, but he sure as Zarkon and Honerva themselves does not expect him say this:

“But what if I want to be exclusive?”

Keith’s heart catches in his throat, eyes widening like saucers, “What?”

“I said,” Lance looks straight at Keith, his gaze piercing,

“What if I want to be exclusive?”

Oh, fuck.

#no smut in this household #this will be one of the rare suggestive things I post #and this isn’t even that bad #GUYS #THIS #IS JUST A LIL THING #I WOULDVE MADE IT MORE DESCRIPTIVE IF IT WASNT #voltron #vld #vld lance #vld keith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #laith #fic #aloe vera does it again guys #she did the thing where she makes her word vomit organized and legible #aloe vera iii’s writing #ficlet #small fic #one-shot #Should I develop this into a bigger idea?? #ok it isn’t even suggestive #they’re just kissing #I made this at nighttime #I need to go to sleep #so #get ready for some low-quality work #I HAVE NEVER KISSED ANYONE BEFORE 💀💀 SO BE READY FOR A MEDIOCRE DESCRIPTION OF KISSING

[osleeplessflowero]

-🎃Scares and a Sudden Friendship🪓-

yes i am aware it is no longer halloween and it is now december. after this oneshot i will exclusively focus on winter themes, but i just HAD to get this idea out. Horror belongs to Sour Apple Studios. Reader goes by They/Them pronouns as always. 🧡 Warning for swearing! Horror goes by Sans here since this is in a Horrortale Post-Pacifist exclusive timeline.

It's a cold Halloween night.

You and your boyfriend decided to go to a Haunted House for the occasion after you finally managed to pester him enough.

"C'mon, c'mon! Hurry up!" You walk hurriedly along the sidewalk in your shark onesie, spotting the closest Haunted House that's covered in decorations, lights, and signs. Your boyfriend following slowly behind.

"I'm coming, jeez. I don't get why you get so excited over all this. We're grown now. This is kid stuff." He looks bored, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He didn't even dress up for the occasion, just wearing his normal fall clothes to keep warm.

"Hey, Halloween is fun for all ages." You point at him accusingly. "Besides, we can finally have some fun together tonight! You've been so busy doing your own stuff and I've missed you a lot, so this is a perfect chance to-"

"Yeah yeah..let's just get this over with. Maybe if we're lucky we can get some candy little kids dropped." He stomps on some old wrappers. Jeez..such a buzzkill. Oh well, he won't ruin your fun in here! You're sure his mood will turn around once you both get inside.

You both reach the entrance, you practically bouncing with excitement while your boyfriend seems to be distracted by some of the scare actors passing by.

You're both eventually let in after signing a slightly concerning waiver, walking inside. You admire the decorations and care put into the environments, occasionally having little jumps when animatronics pop out at you which just results in laughter afterwards. Your boyfriend on the other hand looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here, rolling his eyes at some of the scares and pulling out his phone at one point.

Truth be told, the last few months haven't been..ideal with him. You've hardly had any time together and when you finally do he just ignores you or seems like he doesn't want to be there. You've started to wonder if he even really wants to be your partner anymore..

You shake your head. Now is not the right place to be thinking about that. You should be having fun!

You greet some of the scare actors, having more fun than fear. You assume this is what happens to most people with Bravery souls. There's a large variety of them, some monsters, some humans. All of them doing a very good job!

You both make your way through an escape room section, you doing most of the work. You finally find the key, unlocking the door.

"Here we gooo, next room, woo!" "Yaaay."

The next room you enter is filled with props like mannequins and hanging objects that are meant to look like ghosts.

You cling to your boyfriend's arm, feeling unsettled as you both progress. He actually seems to tense up this time as well, looking around. It's quiet in the room..you feel a chill go down your spine.

You make your way down a small hallway that leads into the next area, jolting when a tall monster jumps out at you both with a fake hatchet. You jump back, your boyfriend screams, pushes you aside and..runs off. Without you.

You stare in the direction he ran off in, eyes wide in disbelief.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" You put your hands on your head, feeling tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

He just..left you.

He ran off without you in a scary unfamiliar location.

He abandoned you.

You try to hold back your tears when a bony hand rests on your shoulder. You look up to see the scare actor lifting up his mask, revealing eyelights with one empty and the other having a bright red circle in it, focusing on you.

"...don't waste your tears over that guy. 's okay." His voice is deep, a comforting sound to hear in a way. It's oddly soft despite his sharp appearance. You try not to look at that large cracked hole in his head. He probably appreciates that.

He raises up the other hand, wiping your tears away.

"I am so breaking up with him." "yikes. that guy's your boyfriend? some partner, leaving your datemate in an unfamiliar place alone." "Not anymore. I'm dumping him." "good call." "..Could you maybe..show me where the exit is? I don't really have the drive to go through here all by myself." You hold your arm shyly.

"i'll do you one better." He holds out his prop hatchet, handing it to you.

You look at it then at him, raising a brow.

"let's go scare the shit out of him."

You grin wide, taking the hatchet from him as he goes to pull his mask back down.

The two of you run out of the room and the moment you spot him you start SPRINTING, the skeleton following close behind.

The moment he finds the exit the two of you burst out laughing, taking a few seconds to compose yourselves.

"So..I'm gonna be removing his number from my phone..any chance I could have yours, stranger?" You point finger guns at him.

He seems surprised for a moment, before simply lifting his mask back up and smiling.

"just call me sans. nice to meet'cha." He gives you his number and you make sure to save it. "You too, Sans. Would you like to..I dunno, go get coffee or something? I'd like to get to know you." "i wouldn't mind. how does tomorrow sound?" "Great."

The two of you smile at each other before Sans' boss tells him to get back to work, and you wave goodbye before sending a text to your boyfriend to tell him you want to talk.

Part 2

#horror sans x reader #sleeplessflower's halloween oneshots #horrortale sans x reader #horror sans #horror!sans

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 4

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

There's a hammering on the door. You ignore it as you spit up your guts into the porcelain. You've been hugging the bowl all morning, even with nothing left to spit up, the bile rises and burns its way out.

You puff and lift your head shakily, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lloyd calls your name, an unusual address that has you rigid. What the fuck is his problem? Not like he's sitting here fighting a chest burster.

"Go away," you groan and pound on the wood.

Silence. You face the toilet again and flush, breathing slowly as another sheen of saliva gathers on your tongue. You just want it to stop.

The door quakes as the sudden bang makes your yelp. Just a abruptly, your heaving, body contracting painfully as chaos shakes the door. The handle falls free, dangling from its screws as Lloyd kicks his way in and you glance over as you pant deeply.

"What the hell do you want–"

You don't have time to react as he stomps towards you and pulls you off your knees. You barely get your feet under you as he pulls you up and holds up the paper in his other fist. He shoves you against the counter and you cover your mouth dizzily.

"Jeez, I'm in here puk–"

"Shut up!" He snarls, "you said you'd sign. Last week!"

"Okay, okay, I just haven't had–"

"You have time," he slams the papers down on the marble, "so, Mrs. Hansen, cut the fucking cord–"

"What is your problem?" You touch your throat, "you couldn't wait."

"I've been waiting," he pulls a pen out of his shirt pocket, "so come on. Right now."

You stare at it and take it slowly. His sudden change has you even more unsettled than the stirring in your stomach. You click it and turn, hand trembling as you stare at the names set in bold font.

Colin Shea, just beside yours. His signature is already there. You've been like this every day, hand perched and ready but you just can't do it.

"What's the fucking hold up?" He plants his hand on the counter and looms over you, "we got a wedding in two weeks."

"Lloyd," you snip and sigh. You close your eyes and scribble across the line. "Fuck off." You swipe up the contract and push it against his chest, "now if you don't mind–"

You spin back to the sink and grasp the sides as you retch again, bending as all that comes up in acidic and slimy. The papers crinkle and he exhales, making no move to leave. His hand rests on your back and he rubs it soothingly. The gesture only enrages you.

You pop your head up and push his arm away, "don't fucking touch me."

"Babe, I–"

"You got what you want. Like you always do," you bark, "now please, leave me the fuck alone." You shake your head as you glare into the sink, "must be pleased with yourself."

"Peaches," he drawls darkly.

"Look what you've done. I fucking hate this."

He's quiet. He reaches to twist on the faucet, "get yourself cleaned up. Lay down or some shit, I don't know."

"Get the fuck out," you put your hands under the flow, "fucking asshole. One after the other. Fucking fuckers."

"Watch yourself–"

"What are you gonna do?" You retort, "huh? I'm already fucking miserable and even you can't make it worse."

He growls as you splash water over your face and cup it in your hands to rinse your mouth out. You spit it out as he slaps your ass hard. You throw your arm out to keep from hitting the wall.

"Lucky I'm not rinsing that fucking mouth out," he squeezes your meanly, "if I didn't already have you knocked up…"

You ignore him and right yourself, shaking the water off and grabbing the hand towel. You dry your face and as he backs away. He leaves you, slamming the broken door in his stead.

In a moment, your adrenaline drains and your anger follows quickly. You're suddenly drained. This is going to be a long pregnancy and it won't even be over after that.

💎

You spend the rest of the day in bed. You just want to sleep but you're too queasy to. You can't focus on the dumbass book you can't follow. You toss and turn in agitation until the growling in your stomach turns ravenous.

On top of that, your moods are wild. One moment, you're distraught over your plight and all that brought you here. The next, you're livid about the bathroom and Lloyd's dumbassery. Then you're about to cry because of some random thought.

You get up, a twinge in your hips. That old ache making itself known as the tension and hormones mingle in the perfect storm of misery. You go down to the kitchen, listening along the way for any sign of your all-too-charming warden.

He's nowhere to be found but you're less than disappointed by the revelation. You go to the fridge and open the door, the suck of the seal loud in the silent house. You lean forward, scouring the shelves for something delicious.

Organic seaweed smoothie and oh, yum, raw liver. What the hell? A veggie medley that entails too much work for your current hankering.

You grimace and shut the fridge. You could be sworn–

You stop short as you spot the empty jar beside the sink. Oh, great. The pickle spears are all gone and they were the expensive kind with the extra zest. The ones you never bought for yourself but indulged in as your sole source of comfort in this prison.

You grab the jar and sob. You could smash it to bits. Of course he ate them all. He had to have this and not his stupid pigeon eggs with the weird spots. Ughhhhhh.

"Problem, baby face?" Lloyd's voice makes you growl as you clutch the jar and turn to him.

"You ate all the pickles."

"There was like two left, I made a sandwich and–"

"You made a sandwich? What kind?"

"Um, turkey–"

"Turkey and pickle?" You nearly salivate as your stomach roars.

"Well, you didn't seem very hungry. Besides you can't have coldcuts--"

"Like you would even think to offer," you snarl, "fuck!"

You turn and slam down the jar. You really want a pickle or anything crunchy. You could eat his mustache at this point.

"I'll order some more–"

"But I'm hungry right now," you sneer as the fury sparks in your brain, "and all you have is organic nonsense that tastes like grass."

He stares at you, forehead wrinkled, "look, if this is about the papers, it had to be done–"

"I'm fucking starving," you stomp towards him, "I need food. Real food."

"Alright," he keeps you from grabbing him by his collar, "what do you want? I'll order something."

You narrow your eyes, "you will?"

"Yeah, I mean, you just gotta ask," he says as if it's obvious, "there's a steakhouse that delivers–"

"I want pizza, double cheese," you cut him short, "extra mushroom, ummmm, chicken, and… olives. Lots of olive. Oh, I know a place. They do deep fried pickles."

"Deep fried pickles?"

"Mr. Hoity Toity never had a bread pickle, yes. Deep fried."

"That's not exactly healthy," he says.

You rip your hands free and grab his shirt, "what? What did you just say?"

"No, I just mean, it wasn't on the list–"

"Not healthy? Not healthy?! You know what's not healthy, this thing you put inside me is gonna tear my vagina right up to my ass. I read about it. So don't tell me about healthy, sir, don't fucking do it."

"Alright, calm down," he puts his hands over yours, "I didn't think you'd take the divorce thing so hard–"

"Shut the fuck up. Shut up and order me pizza. Now." You tears your hands away and march angrily around the kitchen, "the baby is hungry."

You touch your stomach for effect and he squares his jaw. He watches you, as if weighing his options. For a minute you think he might say no.

He huffs and takes out his phone, "fine, what's this place called?"

#lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #the gray man #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #unexpected

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Shit Happens

Previous

Carl unlocked the gates once T-Dog called out that the food had arrived.

"What you got?" The kid asked.

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans, theres' a lot more where this came from." T-Dog said, carrying it through to one of the cells.

Sully jogged towards Natalia, sniffing the stuff she was carrying as he walked by her side.

"Any change?" Rick asked the make shift infirmary cell.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever" Lori said. "But his breath is laboured and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet."

"Take my cuffs, put them on him." Rick told Glenn. "I'm not taking any chances."

Carl helped T and Natalia whilst Rick talked to Lori, Natalia was still fuming about what had happened in the cafeteria, she should have killed him and let Rick kill her after, least she'd be taking the creep down before he could do anything to anyone else.

"Nat, T, come on, let's go." Rick called out once their conversation was done.

"Stay with Carl, Sul, I'll be back. Be a good boy, will you." She gave the dog a treat as she rubbed his head, scratching behind his ears.

"Hey, I don't blame you" T-Dog told her as they walked back out the door.

"Least someone agrees with me." She scoffed.

Rick could hear them, he didn't say anything for the moment. Once they got back to the prisoners and Daryl, Rick layed the weapons on the table, for them to choose from.

Tomas picked up the crowbar, looking at it.

"Why do I need this, when I got this?" He asked, taking out his gun once again.

"You don't fire guns" Daryl said. "Not unless your backs up against the wall, noise attracts them, it really riles them up."

"We'll go two by two. Daryl will point with T. I'll bring up the rear with you. Stay tight, hold formation, no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down, anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe in the head."

"And that's where you aim, these things only go down with a head shot." Daryl explained.

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man"

"They ain't men. They're something else."

"Just remember, to go for the brain."

The prisoners picked up their weapons to get ready.

"And what about you little lady, ain't got a partner?" Axel asked.

"She can handle herself just fine." Daryl told him, catching her off guard.

"Nat here was on her own, been surviving like that for a while, hell, she damn near saved our lives and ended it." T joined in.

"You broke into my house and refused to leave." She scoffed, walking after the others.

"Why'd ya call your dog Sully?" Big Tiny asked her, they'd clearly seen her bidding the animal goodbye.

"You ever seen Monsters Inc? One with the monsters who have jobs?"

"Yeah, once." He replied.

"The big blue one, he's called Sully."

"You picked that?" Axel asked.

"No."

"It's a stupid name, who'd you let name your dog that?" Andrew included himself into the conversation.

"What you do to end up in prison, show the world how much of a fucking brainless idiot you are?" Natalia turned on the man, the people in the group slightly thrown off by her sudden aggression.

"Jeez, was just a question, uptight bitch" Andrew grumbled.

"Well mind yer own business." Daryl told him in a low voice.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar complained as they walked through the dark hallways.

"Gotta hold it up high out In front of you." Daryl told him, gesturing to raise the flashlight.

"You're gonna hear them before you see 'em." Tomas whispered.

A clanging sound came from behind a corner, unsettling some of the prisoners.

"It's coming!" Axel called out.

"Shh." Rick hissed.

A lone walker trudged past the corner, Daryl raised his hand in the air, counting down, but before he could reach one, the prisoners ran at the dead prisoners yelling and shouting.

The four watched as the prisoners punched, kicked and beat the other walkers that came out.

"These guys are idiots, why are we helping them?" Natalia asked.

"Cause we have a deal." Rick sighed.

"We're wasting time." Natalia scoffed, pulling out two knifes, pushing Axel out of the way so that she could plunge one in the head of a walker that was getting its gut punched in, then handling the one Oscar was kicking, before taking out the third, as the prisoners stared at her. "Are we done? Can we move on now?"

"Let's go" Rick ordered, nodding at T and Daryl to lead the way again.

Once again, a walker by itself walked round the corner.

"It's gotta be the brain" Daryl said, shooting it in the head with his crossbow. "Not the stomach, not the heart, the brain."

"I hear you, the brain." Axel repeated as another one came at them.

Oscar, Axel and Rick took out three as more kept coming.

"Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap." Rick told the group. 

Natalia noticed the biggest member of the group step back as everyone took out the walkers, one with long curly hair had followed him, she went to help when a walker that had been handcuffed struggled to get his hand's free, had managed to slip one out, although his hand had slid off the bone.

"Look out!" She called as it reached for Big Tiny's back. She threw a knife at the walker, causing it to drop dead as the knife imbedded itself in the skull of the walking dead prisoner.

Though what she didn't account for, is the walker that had sized her up as a meal, falling into her and sending them both to the ground, She struggled to get it's face away from hers as it snarled and spat at her.

It had ceased when a metal arrows head poked through, almost firing into her.

Natalia pushed the walker off of her, Rick quick to help her get to her feet.

"You alright?" Rick asked.

"Fine." She caught her breath.

"You saved my life." Big Tiny expressed, picking up the woman as he hugged her, almost crushing her bones.

"Don't mention it." She patted his back. "You can put me down now."

"Oh, right, my bad." He smiled shyly, dropping Natalia down so she could stand on her own feet.

As they went to continue, another walker had walked round the corner, Big Tiny hadn't noticed it until it was biting into the mans side.

"Argh!" He screamed out.

Tomas was quicker than everyone else, shooting two bullets into it's skull.

"Oh my God!" Natalia gasped, looking at the bite as Rick stared down Tomas, before coming to his senses and gently nudging Natalia out of the way so he could get a better look with the flashlight.

"I'm telling you man, I don't feel anything, it's just a little bite."

"I'm sorry, man." Rick sighed, knowing what would happen.

"I can keep fighting!" He argued.

"You cut that old guys leg off to save his life." Andrew brought up.

"Look at where the bite is"

"Guys, I'm fine! Just, I'm fine." He repeated, trying to reassure Rick.

"It's slow, you don't always get hit with it so soon." Natalia sighed.

"Look at me... I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look, man, there has to be something that we can do." Oscar said "We could just lock him up."

"Quarantine him." Axel joined in.

"We gotta do something. Why you just standing there? We gotta save him."

"There's nothing we can do." Rick disagreed.

"You son of a bitch" Andrew cursed.

"I'm all right."

Tomas charged forward, shoving Natalia out of his way and onto the floor, before bashing his weapon into Big Tiny's head, letting the man fall to the ground as well, he looked at the bloody weapon for a moment, bringing it back down onto the mans skull repeatedly, sending blood and brain matter splatting everywhere.

Natalia crawled back as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide, she had killed many times before, but never so gruesomely, never like the man had just done, she was a survivalist, he was psychotic.

Two hands gripped her arms, pulling her up, she looked behind her quickly before noticing that it was T-Dog, Daryl beside him.

"You alright, got hurt?" T asked.

"I- I'm." She looked back, letting the rest of her sentence die down in her throat.

Once Tomas was satisfied the job was done, he looked back at Rick before walking ahead once more.

Daryl walked toward the handcuffed walker, pulling out the knife and wiping it on the overalls, passing it back to Natalia as the others headed after Tomas.

"Thanks" She muttered. "And for..."

"Let's go." He grumbled, nodding for her to go first.

Rick, Natalia and Daryl stayed behind the others as they walked down the dark hallways.

"You see the look on his face? How he threw Nat?" Daryl asked Rick.

"He makes one move." Rick told the pair.

"Just give me a signal." Daryl finished his sentence.

"I shouldn't of let you stop me earlier, told you I got a knack for this kinda thing." Natalia gritted.

The group made it to the laundromat, inspecting the empty room, just in case anything jumped out at them.

Snarling and banging came from the double doors in the room.

Daryl chucked his ring of keys at Tomas as they neared it.

"I ain't opening that." Tomas said.

"Yes, you are." Rick told him. "If you want this cell block. You're gonna open that door. Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this."

With a sigh, Tomas bent down and picked up the ring of keys, looking at the group before stepping towards the door and unlocking it.

"You bitches ready?" He asked, he struggled to open the door. "I got this."

Tomas pulled one more time, opening both doors before jumping back.

"I said one door!" Rick shouted at him.

"Shit happens."

The group fought off the overloading herd of walkers that followed out from the double doors, spreading everyone out.

Natalia pulled her knife out of one head, dropping it to the floor as she watched Tomas purposely try and take Rick out, who had narrowly missed it, causing her to almost forget about the walker that came straight for her.

Natalia dealt with it before running to Ricks side, who was now on the floor from a walker being thrown at him by the Hispanic.

She plunged the knife through its head, letting the man push it off him as she helped him get to his feet.

"T, mind the gap!" Daryl shouted out, also seeing what had just happened.

"Thanks." Rick said to the woman.

"Just paying you back." She said, fighting against another walker that came at her. "Now deal with our other problem."

He nodded at her in agreement, Rick knew what he had to do.

Soon enough, the laundromat was rid of hungry walkers.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at Tomas who shrugged off Ricks heavy stare as he walked towards him.

"It was coming at me, bro." Tomas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Rick agreed. "I get it. Shit happens."

The laundromat was silent as Rick and Tomas had a stare off.

Until Rick swung his arm back, the one carrying the machete, before bringing it down onto Tomas's head, pushing it down so that he landed on his knees before dropping to the ground.

"No!" Andrew cried out, attempting to hit Rick with his bat. Natalia tugged out her handgun from her waistband, aiming it at him.

"Easy now" Daryl said, moving the aim of his crossbow.

Andrew looked at the pair before turning back to Rick, realising he had no options here. He spun around, running out of the door.

"I got him" Rick told the three as he chased after the prisoner.

Daryl and Natalia pointed their weapons at the other two prisoners, T-Dog quick to copy with his own gun.

"Man, get down on your knees." Daryl ordered.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened!" Axel told the three. "Tell him, Oscar!"

"Stop talking, man" Oscar said, his hands up in surrender.

Rick soon enough came back, raising his own gun at the prisoners.

"We didn't have nothing to do with that." Oscar said.

"You didn't know?" Rick asked him. "You knew, let's end this now." Rick moved to point his gun at Axels head.

"Sir, please, listen to me!" Axel cried. "It was them that was bad, it wasn't us."

"Oh, that's convenient."

"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer." Axel pleaded, Natalia scoffed at him. 

"Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent guys, they were! Please, I swear to God! I wanna live!"

Rick turned back around and aimed his gun at Oscar.

"What about you?" Rick asked when he still had said nothing.

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I aint about to start now. So you do what you gotta do."

Natalia eventually put her gun back on safety, tucking it back in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.

Rick took this as a sign, lowering his own gun, letting the pair stand up.

Daryl grabbed a hold of Axels overalls pushing him to walk forward to cell block D, using his keys that he picked back up to unlock the door, throwing the man onto the ground.

The Cell block was full of dead prisoners lying on the ground just outside their cells, their hands zip tied behind their backs and blood coming out from their heads, where they had clearly been shot.

"Oh, man." Oscar sighed.

"I knew these guys." Axel whimpered. "These were good men."

Natalia couldn't help the thought that they were in prison not let her fully believe what he said.

"Let's go." Rick told the three.

"So, you're just gonna leave us in here?" Oscar asked him. "Man, this is sick."

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours, take it or leave it, that was the deal." Rick shrugged.

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl offered.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones."

"Sorry about your friends, man."

Natalia followed after Rick and Daryl.

"A word of advice, take those bodies out and burn them." T-Dog finalised before leaving as well.

"What a day" Natalia sighed, stretching her arms up high.

"Yer lucky yer still breathing." Daryl told her.

"Yeah, well, falling on my ass twice and saving a mans life before his horrific death, all without dying, I would say that's pretty lucky."

"Lets just get back and see how Hershel's doing" Rick told them, scratching at his beard.

"Hey, that was pretty badass, what you did with the machete and the dramatic pause, but I still think my idea was way better." Natalia told Rick.

"It wasn't really for a show. Your way was barbaric"

"I know, but it would of been gratifying, would make me feel a damn lot better." She shrugged.

"Hershel stopped breathing" Carls voice could be heard as the group walked into the cell block. "Mom saved him."

"Its true." Glenn clarified.

Natalia slid down the wall facing outside the cell as everyone filled it, Sully jogging to her side as he nudged his head against her chest, making her raise her hands to hold his face, scruffing up his fur as she kissed the top of his head.

"Daddy?" Maggie called to her father, followed by a more excited Beth as the man opened his eyes.

Hershel had made it, and Rick was to thank for that.

The sun was shining as Natalia walked round the field with Sully, throwing around a ball she found for the dog to catch and bring back as Rick, Daryl, Carol and T-Dog brought in the cars.

"Hey, Nat, you helping out today?" Daryl shouted over to the woman, gesturing for her to come over.

"Come on, boy." She called to her dog, walking over.

"It's gonna be a long day." T-Dog told her. "Collecting and burning bodies."

"How exciting, so glad you asked me to help out." Natalia teased.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol asked.

"On watch, right?" Natalia asked, looking around for the pair.

"Yeah, up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed up at the tower.

"Guard tower, they were up there just last night." Rick reminded.

"Must've been a lot to scope out."

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl called up.

The head of Glenn popped up through the window, unlocking the door and walking out as he was in the middle of getting dressed.

"Hey! What's up, guys?" Glenn called down, doing up the button of his jeans.

"You coming?" Daryl asked him.

"What?"

"You coming?" He repeated.

Glenn looked towards Maggie unsure of the question as everyone stifled laughs.

"Come on, we could use a hand."

"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn raised a finger as a dishevelled Maggie looked down unapprovingly.

"Least someone's getting some action." Natalia mused.

"Maybe you can try your luck with one of them" T-Dog pointed from behind them, causing the group to turn around.

Axel and Oscar had walked up to their side of the fence, looking down on the others.

"Come with me" Rick muttered, walking towards the fence, the other four on his heels.

Natalia slipped the gun out from behind her belt, holding it tightly just in case.

"That's close enough." Rick told the prisoners. "We had an agreement."

"Please, mister. We know that." Axel pleaded as Maggie and Glenn came out from the red door behind them. "But you gotta understand  we can't live in that place another minute. You follow me? All the bodies, people we knew, blood, brains, everywhere. There's ghosts."

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl asked.

"You should be burning them" T added.

"We tried. We did."

"The fence is down on the far side of the prison. Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. Dropping the body and just running back inside." Oscar explained.

"Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing. You trying to prove a point. You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be part of your group. Just please, please... don't make us live in that place."

"You can always leave" Natalia said.

Axel looked at Natalia before back at Rick.

"Our deal is non negotiable." Rick told the two prisoners. You either live in your cell block, or as Nat said, or you can leave."

"I told you this was a waste of time." Oscar told Axel. "They ain't no different than the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw them out, like. These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in this joint, like Tomas and Andrew. Now we've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me  we've paid our due enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole."

Rick turned around, to where Natalia and Daryl were both stood, his eyes asking their thoughts, at first she thought it was just to Daryl until his eyes shifted to hers, each both shook their heads.

"The road it is then." Rick told them.

Daryl escorted the pair into the outer gate where one of the cars still sat whilst Rick deliberated with everyone else.

"Are you serious, you want them living in a cell next to you? They'll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. You want to go back to sleeping with one eye open?" Rick asked T-Dog.

"I never stopped. We let Nat join us, she could of easily done the same thing, now look at her, locking her cell at night so we can't get in."

"Hey, mind your own business, I let you people in, besides, I've never been in prison, from committing a crime!" Natalia defended herself.

"And we're all grateful for that" T-Dog told her. "But what I'm saying is, I think we should bring them into the fold. If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves."

"If you think they're that incapable on their own, what use are they to us?" She asked him.

"I don't know, Axel seems a little unstable." Glenn joined in.

"After all we've been through? We've fought so hard for all this, what if they decide to take it?" Carol asked.

"It's just been us for so long. They're strangers. I don't... it feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around." Maggie sighed.

"You brought us in" T-Dog reminded her.

"Yeah, but you turned up with a shot boy in your arms. Didn't give us a choice."

Natalia looked between the group, she had been with them for around two months, she didn't realise how much she actually closed her self off from the group until finding out that Carl had been shot, just now.

"They can't even kill walkers." Glenn brought up.

"They're convicts, bottom line."

"Yeah, both points I've been making, thank you."

"Those two might actually have less blood on their hands then we do, especially Nat." T-dog said, making Natalia scoff as she bit her lip.

"I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with them. They're degenerates, but they aint psychos. I could have been in there with them just as easy as I'm out here with you guys." Daryl said, seeming to have swayed his vote.

"So are you with me?" T asked him.

"Hell, no. Let 'em take their chances out on the road like we did." He finished with, bringing back Natalia's hope in him.

"What I'm saying, Daryl-"

"When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid. Nineteen years old, wanted for stabbing his girlfriend." Rick started. "The kid blubbered like a baby during the interrogation, during the trial suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, and then two weeks later, shot another girl. We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands." Rick finalised, walking away, the rest following except for T-Dog, who eventually came to his senses and caught up.

"Move the cars to the upper yard. Point 'em facing out. They'll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail." Rick told Glenn, chucking him the keys, who jogged ahead. "We'll give the prisoners a weeks worth of supplies for the road."

"Might not last a week." T-Dog sighed.

"It's their choice." Rick shrugged.

"Did they really have one?"

Natalia ignored the conversation, leaning against the fence, Sully by her side as the vehicles were being moved.

"Twin cylinder. is that a Triumph?" Axel asked Daryl as he hopped on his motorcycle.

"Don't even look at it." He threatened the prisoner, struggling to start it up.

"Don't want it bored out?" Axel tried again at making conversation. "Sounds like it could use a tune up. I'm pretty handy with a wrench." He shouted over the revs of the bike starting. "Heads are leakin', I know my bikes!"

"Man, will you just stop?" Oscar asked the blond, also watching the pair interact. "Have some balls."

"Just sayin'"

Natalia leaned off the fence as Glenn was closing it, walking back up with the others.

Carol was moving the red truck as Daryl, Rick and Natalia climbed through the hole in the fence, planning on heading for the woods, Glenn caught up after giving food to the prisoners.

"Should I take her out?" Glenn asked, pointing to the walker on the other side of the water.

"No." Rick told him. "If that armoury hadn't been picked clean, we could spare the ammo."

"I'll start making runs" Daryl offered. "The sooner the better."

"We'll throw as much wood as we can in the dog run."

"Won't fire attract more walkers? Maybe we should bury them." Glenn suggested.

"You wanna count how many bodies that is we'd have to bury?" Natalia asked him, looking over her shoulder to see that Daryl was still stood at the gate, looking into the woods.

"Besides, we're behind the fence. It's worth the one-time risk to get rid of the bodies for good. I don't want to be planting crops in walker-rotted soil."

"I don't get why I'm out here collecting fire like a lumberjack, I could've helped with the cars" Natalia sighed as they began making piles.

"Can you even drive?" Glenn asked her.

"Yes, are you old enough?"

"I'm 22."

"I'm 26."

"Liar. There's no way you were walking and talking by the time I was even born." Glenn rejected.

"Believe it, kiddo."

"We've never seen you drive, we've seen them." Rick said. "When was the last time you drove a car?"

"Uhm, probably nearly three years ago?”

"Why so long?" Glenn asked, surprised by her answer.

"That's a personal question." Natalia said. "But I still know how to, besides, I didn't need to, my boyfriend did, but he's dead, so it's up to me again."

"Oh, uh, well I think this is enough firewood, so we should head back." Rick cleared his throat.

The four of them walked back towards the fence, only three of them carrying firewood as Daryl carried his crossbow, helpful.

"Looky here" Daryl said, holding the fence open for the others to get through.

Natalia was the last to climb out, chucking the logs of wood into the pile the other two placed theirs as they all watched Hershel, on crutches, walk around the courtyard.

"He is one tough son of a bitch" Glenn grinned. "Alright Hershel!"

"Shh! Keep your cheers down" Daryl muttered to Glenn, gesturing to the walkers roaming around outside the fences.

"Oh, man, can't we just have one good day?" The Korean sighed.

"Don't go jinxing it." Natalia told him.

The four smiled at the others, happy for Hershel's achievement, until Natalia noticed something behind Carl.

"Shit!" She cursed, instantly reaching for her knifes.

"Walkers!" Carl screamed, turning around. "Look out!"

"No!" Rick shouted, sprinting down the fences, Daryl following and Natalia right in front, Glenn skidded back to tie the fence back up in order to not get outsiders coming in either.

"Get out of there! Now!"

Natalia reached the gate first.

"Keys! I need the keys!" She screamed out.

Glenn chucked the keys to Daryl, who threw them to Rick who then tossed them to Natalia, who unlocked the gate, throwing it open so the others could get through.

"Move!" She shouted at the two prisoners, running for the other gate to unlock it.

"Come on! Come on!" Daryl shouted.

"I'm trying! It's stuck!"

"Out my way" Rick moved in front of Natalia, trying his luck.

"Got it" He eventually said, throwing the gate open.

"Hey, bro, what about us?" Axel cried out as the four ran up to the prison.

He was ignored.

Rick and Natalia shot walkers, landing headshots, Daryl took a few out with his crossbow, whilst Glenn opted for his machete.

"What the hell happened?" Rick shouted at Beth and Hershel, who were safe in a cage, Natalia could thank the lords above that they had brought Sully with them.

"The gate was open!" Beth answered him.

"Where's Lori, Carl... everyone else?"

"Maggie led Lori and Carl into C block." Hershel replied.

"And T was bit." Beth added.

"Anyone else?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Stay put." Rick instructed, turning around to take out another walker.

"Those chains didn't break on their own." Glenn reported back, once they had got all the walkers in the courtyard. "Someone took an axe or cutters to 'em."

Daryl, Rick and Natalia turned around to find Axel and Oscar walking up.

"How convenient they show up now." Natalia commented, aiming her gun at them.

"You think they did it?" Glenn asked.

"Who else?" Rick said.

Just then, an alarm blared around the prison.

"What's that? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"

Glenn, Natalia and Rick shot at the speakers, but not ceasing the alarms.

"Kill it!" Hershel shouted.

"How the hell can this be happening?" Rick asked the prisoners, pointing his gun in their faces.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! It must be the back up generators." Oscar said.

"Well how do you turn those on?"

"There's three that's connected to a diesel tank, okay? Each one controls a certain part of the prison. The hacks shut 'em all off when the prison was overrun."

"Can someone open up the gates electronically with full power?" Rick pointed at the main gates.

"I only worked in there a few days. I... I guess it might be possible."

"Come with us!" Rick grabbed Oscar by the overalls, running to the cell blocks.

Once they got to it, there were a few bodies on the ground, but Carl, Maggie and Lori were nowhere in sight.

"We just took out five of 'em in there." Daryl said, grabbing one of his arrows.

"There were four in here but no sign of Lori or any of them." Rick reported back.

"Must've been pushed back into the prison."

"Somebody is playing games!" Rick exclaimed. "We'll split up and look for the others."

"We need to shut this alarm off" Natalia said.

"We will, whoever gets to the generators first, shut them down! Lets go!"

They ran back out the cell block, the prisoners accompanying  them.

Glenn and Axel ran off, but before anyone else could they got chased towards the generator room by a large group, forcing them through.

Daryl and Oscar kept the doors closed as Rick and Natalia looked around, guns held high.

"How do you shut these down?" Rick shouted, looking at the machinery.

"Go, help him, Nat, c'mere, switch" Daryl ordered.

Natalia helped hold the door closed as Oscar went to turn off the machines.

"Did you see how many was out there?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Was too busy running!" Daryl responded.

"We could take them."

"No!"

A loud cry sounded from the other side, before metal hitting metal.

"What's going on?"

"It's Andrew, he's alive!" She told them as they both struggled with the door, her being able to see slightly better than him.

"Alright, one... two  three!" The two stepped away from the door, Natalia readying her knife whilst Daryl reached for his crossbow.

The door flew open, Walkers entering as the pair took them out.

"Shoot him! We can take back this prison!" The voice of Andrew shouted. "What you waiting for? Do it! It's our house, shoot him!"

No one else said anything as a gunshot went off.

Daryl closed the door back up, both looking at each other before moving to see what had just happened. 

Oscar was holding Ricks gun, pointed straight ahead. then he spun it, handing it back to the man, Andrews dead body on the floor.

Rick took his gun back, holding it as he moved back towards the machines, turning dials and soon enough the alarms stopped.

"Let's go" Rick told them.

They walked down the dark hallways, only finding a few lone walkers, that Natalia was quick to take out, the others holding flashlights. Soon enough, they met back up with Glenn and Axel.

The six halted behind a corner, running past it quickly to be met with two walkers eating an corpse.

Rick took them both out, the bodies dropping, revealed what was left of T-Dog.

He was dead.

Glenn paced back. Natalia covered her mouth, not knowing what to do with herself.

Daryl bent down, picking up a red cloth, Carols headscarf.

Next.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #maggie greene #beth greene

[tkachuksoralfixation]

mcdrai "summer" for a fic prompt?

Another year, another early end to the season. At this point, Leon has to convince himself consistently that next season will be better, they'll earn their spot and they'll march through the playoffs and get their chance to shine. Every time, though, he's thoroughly disappointed. No matter how hard they try.

He and Connor drag their feet between the end of the regular season and the subtle weather change from late spring into summer. There's plenty of time to rest and wallow in self pity, sure, but sticking around in Edmonton feels, well, depressing. Going home so soon is out of the question, especially with the shame Leon still feels burning in his chest.

So, Leon comes up with a plan for them. A little getaway to get their minds off their terrible end-of-the-season performance. He doesn't even ask Connor before he books the tickets.

"Hey," he says when Connor picks up his call, "pack a few bags. We're going on vacation."

"Uh, okay. Hello to you too, Leo," Connor huffs, "am I even allowed to ask where we're going? Or is it supposed to be this vague and unsettling?"

Leon rolls his eyes. "You'll survive. Just pack in preparation to be warm, and to possibly get wet."

There's a laugh on the other side of the line. "Jeez, take me out to dinner first, would you?" Connor quips, shuffling around what Leon assumes to be his dresser drawers. "But yeah, okay, I guess getting away would be nice."

There's an unspoken agreement at the foot of his sentence. Anywhere but here. Anywhere that doesn't remind us of home. And really, that was Leon's whole intention for the trip. They needed a week or two of privacy, to relax and let themselves recharge before they got right back to it. If it were up to Connor, they'd go to Alaska or some stupid snowy place that looked just like home, and they'd do sprints and hikes and ice fishing and all the things that Leon really doesn't want to think about right now.

Because despite everything, Connor always thinks about the next step. When he fails, he's already thinking about what he'll do to make up for it before he's beating himself up for the failure. He's always one step ahead. Leon is just.. not like that. He wallows for a bit and then he moves on. Maybe that's the difference between them. Maybe that's why they work so well together.

Regardless, two days later, Leon drags Connor with him to a beautiful villa in Italy. It's quiet, peaceful, and there's a massive pool to accompany it. It's warm and sunny and they're nowhere near the ocean, so in Leon's eyes, it's perfect.

They spend their first two weeks of summer between touring and spending some intimate time all over the villa. Leon can confidently say he feels a little guilty for defiling the pool, but he's not guilty for indulging Connor.

It's the perfect thing to get them back on their A game. When they fly back, Connor is beaming, glowing with the tan he received from baking in the warm Italian sun.

He's also twice as harsh on Leon during their workouts. So much for recharging.

#tkachuksoralcreations #hrpf #mcdrai #2997 #this was actually very fun ty

[enniewritesathing]

memory management (🌫️)

⏮️Previous || (📚Previous Stories)

(The Werewolf growls to himself. What is this, anyway? Why here of all places? Why this?)

(The Werewolf clenches his fist, claws digging into his palms.)

John: "Vin, not gonna lie, I'm surprised."

The Werewolf: (scoffs) "You're telling me. What were you expecting?"

John: "I'm not sure. Something more... abstract, I guess. Or shit floatin' in the air, upside down, weird voices. Dream stuff."

The Werewolf: "It would be a dream to you if went by yourself. You wouldn't understand any of it."

John: "How do you know--"

The Werewolf: "--don't worry about it."

(John does a small double take.) "Uhm. Vin."

John: "Hey, so, I have questions. A lot of them. I have a feeling we're gonna be here a while."

The Werewolf: (growls) "Out with it."

John: "What happens when your or a door disappears? That's not bad or anything like that is it?"

The Werewolf: "What are you on about? That doesn't happen."

(John makes a very concerned noise.) "Yeah, about that."

"First time for everything."

The Werewolf: "What?"

"Oh no. No no no."

(It's gone. The door is gone.)

(His door is gone. Just like that.)

(The Werewolf stares at the empty space.) "This... isn't supposed to happen."

"FUCK!"

(John begins to reach out.)

John: "Maybe it's supposed to--?"

The Werewolf: "Don't. Do N̦͉̺̬͎͎͖͍ͫ̓ͯ͜͞O̘͖͎ͣ̀ͅT̢̤͖̤̫̪͍͔̘̂ͪ̋̇̔͋ͮ́ͅ touch me."

(John pulls his hand away, knowing full well he'd be minus one if he didn't listen.) "Okay, okay. Jeez. How serious is this?"

The Werewolf: "I don't know. I may have trapped us here for all I know."

John: "You think waking up can get us out? Will it back? Or... is this something else?"

(The Werewolf shakes his head.) "I don't think it's that simple. I'm-- we're dealing with something that's beyond ourselves."

John: "It's your door. And with this stuff around here, it's buggin' you hard; it has something to do with... what happened to you. Right?"

The Werewolf: "None of this looks familiar?"

John: "Can't say it does. Maybe looking around will help? Maybe you can, I dunno, recall anything?"

The Werewolf: (frustrated sigh) "...you go on ahead. I need some space for a few minutes."

John: "Are you sure, Vin?"

The Werewolf: "Yeah. I'll be fine. Just go."

John: "Alright."

(He eyes The Werewolf warily. John's never seen him so unsure like this. It's unsettling. If he looked closer, he could've sworn he was shaking.)

(John walks away before The Werewolf growls at him again; he'll catch up when he's full and ready to. Judging from his reaction, they'll be here for a while anyway. Might as well get comfortable, whatever that might be.)

(The blood bags hanging on the IV stand grabs John's curiosity.)

// Next ⏭️

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the sims 4 story #story tag: memory management #oc: john #oc: the werewolf #turns out i didn't need the full 30 heh HEH #there will be some language on both sides i think #which is kinda funny bc rarely john swears but when he does it's p strong

[jettiebettie]

I simply must share this Dragon's Dogma 2 anecdote with you because the Sphinx terrifies me.

So I find the Mountain Shrine dedicated to the Sphinx and I walk up the steps thinking I'll have to go into a cave or temple or whatever, but nope! She's just there, in all of her terrifying glory, in this open air audience chamber. Before I can back pedal my ass out of there (because I was not prepared, always hit that campsite, kids), she immediately starts talking to me and tells me to answer her riddles.

Well. Okay! I'm not ready for a fight, but riddles I can do! She's got five, so I pick one at random, and she basically tells me to bring her the one I love most.

Oh jeez. This is awkward. I've kinda been ignoring the story and quests in favor of Exploring✨️ and Adventure✨️, so I haven't really been willfully increasing my affinity with any of the available NPCs. Damn! What do I do?

I look back at my Main Pawn and think hang on a second, "Leonie, my beloved, come with me!" Then I picked her up caveman style, plopped her on the dias in front of the Sphinx and was like, "Here she is, ma'am! The one I cherish most in this game!" And the Sphinx does her unsettling owl head turn thing as she looks my girl over and then is like, "Yeah, that tracks. Take your prize."

The chest opens, I get a reward, and my Main Pawn asks, "What is the meaning of this, Arisen?" and now I have to play it so cool like this monster lady didn't just force a love confession out of me.

Incredible game, no notes*!

(*that's a lie, please optimize the performance, goddamn)

#dragon's dogma 2 #the sphinx #she scares me #I then thanked her for her time backed the fuck out and made camp

[ghost-whump]

sorry for the long wait, guys!! i make up for it with some oc content perhaps????

Eventually! (Part One)

CW: pet death mention, stalking, home intrusion, kidnapping, chloroform, (let me know if I missed anything!)

As a highly paranoid individual, Ezra is prone to assuming the worst in just about every situation. A car takes the same turn he does? He’s being stalked. A friend doesn’t respond to a text? They’ve been murdered. His house smells more like gas than usual? He left the stove on, poisoned his cat, and will forever be known as the feline-murdering klutz who also happened to play music. He will admit, some fears are more outlandish than others, but that is entirely besides the point. After all, Xanax is real for a reason. 

So when his living room light is on when he comes home, he dismisses it quickly. It’s late, nearly midnight, when he finally makes it to his house, cello case over his shoulder. It’s too big to take the bus, so he’d had to shed some of his busking money to get an Uber. Not ideal, but a necessary expense. It takes him some fumbling to get out his keys, but eventually lugs both himself and the behemoth of an instrument in the door. 

“Mew!”

A gray, furry lump comes bounding towards him, weaving in and out of his legs. 

“Hey, Noodles, buddy.” Ezra crouches down, running his hand through the cat’s raised fur. She stays near him, ears pressed back, facing the kitchen. He peers through the dark doorway, “What’s the matter?” 

Of course, Noodles can’t answer him, but she does allow Ezra to pick her up, hooking her claws into his shirt. Her sharp, yellow gaze is fixed on the kitchen, only raising Ezra’s alarm. He takes a step closer to the room, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet. If this creepy, horror-movie scenario didn’t let up soon, Ezra might actually die of terror. Noodles jumps from his arms as he approaches, skittering into another room. Fantastic. 

Before going in, at least he has the foresight to dig his keys (and attached pepper spray) from his front pocket. Wielding the plastic weapon, Ezra suppresses a small, nervous laugh at the situation. Did he even have a reason to be so nervous? Just because his cat’s acting weird and he left a light on earlier? 

Floorboards creak ominously when he breaches the dark room, only adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Feeling along the wall for the light, Ezra holds his breath. 

“Please don’t turn on the light!”

Ezra freezes. “What…?”

“Oh, jeez, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go!” Whoever was in his house mutters, and Ezra hears them start to walk around on the tile floor. “God – God, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get home till later, so – so I wasn’t ready yet.”

“...What the fuck?” Is the only thing Ezra can say, the only thing he can think. “W-Who are you?”

The footsteps grow closer, but he still can’t move. The intruder sighs, “Look, I’m really sorry about this. I didn’t want – I didn’t mean for this to happen. Christ, I’m sorry.”

“The fuck are you–Mmf!” Suddenly, a cloth, damp with a putrid chemical is on his face. He drops the pepper spray, his keys clattering on the floor. His attacker moves quickly, shoving Ezra into the wall. No amount of struggling, of beating on the assailant’s chest, does anything. His movements feel weak, muscles relaxing as the cloth presses harder over his nose. A moment passes where consciousness floats away, and before he even realizes it, his arms are limp. Legs giving way, Ezra’s eyelids begin to droop.

“Shh, it’s okay,” The attacker coos, in a crude mockery of sympathy. “It’s okay, Ezzy, I’ve got you. Just go to sleep, baby, it’s alright.” Continued murmurings of sweet nothings echo around Ezra’s skull, until there’s nothing left. The darkness somehow grows darker, until Ezra can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed. The long seconds turn into quick bursts of awareness, slowly spacing themselves further and further. 

Ezra tries to fight back, or at least, he thinks he does. It’s a little hard to tell, and he’s really tired. 

Maybe if he just drifted off for a moment, he’d have some strength to fight later. 

Just a little nap.

“That’s good, just close your eyes, baby,” Gentle fingers brush his hair, “I’ll take good care of you.”

let me know what you think + if u want more <33

#my stuff #Eventually! #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #kidnapping whump #stalking whump #whump tropes

[archiveikemen]

'Sensual Night Story' Story Sale: Yasuchika

— Restraints and Shame

I do not own any of the Ikemen Series content being uploaded on this blog, everything belongs to CYBIRD. Please support them by playing their games and buying stories. Not 100% accurate, expect mistakes. Not proofread.

A few parts might be wonky because smut is not my forte. I may have taken some liberties in certain areas, so here's a warning for explicit language.

read this before interacting with my posts

this story contains nsfw content not for -18 audience

≪ thank you @otomefiend for sending me the story hehehe ≫

Yuno: Yasuchika… please take this off.

Yasuchika: Nah—

I was sitting on a cushion with my kimono taken off, and my wrists were tied up in front of me with a soft obi cord.

(He kissed me and the moment I was in a daze, that was when my luck ran out…)

Yasuchika: I thought it’d be nice to do something like this once in a while. No?

Yasuchika: Won’t adding some excitement make you feel even better?

Yuno: I- I’m fine with normal things.

Yasuchika: Really? Then shall we give this a try?

(Kyaa…!)

I fell backwards when he pushed my shoulder.

Yasuchika: If it doesn't make you feel better than usual, I’ll untie you immediately. What do you think?

Yuno: Jeez… alright.

(It’s embarrassing, but… I know Yasuchika won’t do anything that hurts me.)

Nervously, I relaxed my body.

Yasuchika: I’m going to tie your wrists above your head.

Yuno: Nn…

My restrained wrists were lifted,

Yasuchika: I’ll use one more string…

He tied them to a nearby pillar, making it impossible for me to move my arms, much less my hands.

Yuno: … Y-You’re going this far?

Yasuchika: Otherwise there won’t be a point in going through the trouble of tying you up.

Yasuchika: Ah, I intentionally started off with incomplete restraints to make you let your guard down… kidding, that wasn't the case, okay?

(This man…)

Yuno: You’re an utter villain, Yasuchika.

I pretended to be huffy, wanting to hide my embarrassment.

Yasuchika: That’s mean.

Yasuchika: But you’re at the mercy of this utter villain from this point on. Must be so hard for you, Yuno.

Despite his gentle tone, I caught a glimpse of an unsettling glimmer in his eyes, and I suddenly felt uneasy.

Yuno: Um… can you be gentle?

Yasuchika: Of course.

(I hope he’s serious about that…)

Yasuchika: Well then, let’s start.

Yasuchika’s fingers hovered over my body, tracing its curves and yet not touching me.

(Mm… I’m getting impatient.)

His fingers went from my throat, the nape of my neck, my abdomen, the back of my arms… and other sensitive parts of my body, making me let out a small gasp.

My skin seemed to become increasingly sensitive with every touch.

Yasuchika: How does this feel? Do you feel any different from usual?

Yuno: … No, not really.

— I awkwardly looked away from him and lied.

(I’m tied up and unable to move…)

Yasuchika spent more time than usual, tracing every inch of my body.

Yuno: ah, Nnn…!

My shoulders trembled when he suddenly touched the peaks of my chest with his fingertips.

Yasuchika: Sorry, sorry. Did that tickle?

Yuno: … I-It’s okay.

The moment he touched me, the feeling was all I could think of, and my breathing became erratic.

Yasuchika: Really? Great.

I threw my head back as Yasuchika started caressing my body again.

Heat spread through my body with every touch, like he was spreading the heat with his hands… occasionally brushing against my rosy buds. Yuno: Nnn…ggh…

(He’s definitely doing this on purpose…)

Yasuchika: What’s the matter, Yuno?

Yasuchika: Does being tied up turn you on?

Yuno: N-No.

Yasuchika: That’s too bad~

Yuno: Ahh…

A coquettish sound escaped my lips when he plucked my nipples.

Yasuchika: Yuno?

Yuno: Hnngh…nn…

I desperately tried to hold back my cries of pleasure as he pinched both of my nipples.

Yasuchika: You’re suddenly so quiet, I wonder if it’s because you don't feel good enough.

As much as I wanted to stuff something in Yasuchika’s mouth to shut him up or stop his teasing hands, that was impossible considering my current state.

(My breasts… I want to cover them… I can’t.)

Yasuchika: Hey, Yuno. … Your hips are trembling.

Yuno: Ah

My cheeks started burning because of the way he pointed that out while toying with me relentlessly.

Yasuchika: Can I touch to check what’s happening down there?

(No. Absolutely not.)

I tried to stop him by flailing my legs, but he effortlessly slipped his hand up my inner thighs and exposed the dripping wet spot between my legs.

Yuno: Nn… ggh…

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika narrowed his eyes seductively and smiled.

Yasuchika: I didn't notice you’ve already become like this, sorry for that.

Yasuchika: I feel bad for leaving this spot out, so I’ll play with it a lot from now on.

Yuno: Hnngh… Yasuchi… ka…

He rubbed my sensitive spot with the pad of his fingers, and I could no longer contain my moans.

Pleasure levels went through the roof as he mercilessly tortured my heat.

He slid a finger into me, exploring the insides.

I bucked my hips against his hand. I would've escaped right then and there if I could.

Yuno: Ahh… forgive me…

Yasuchika: What do you need forgiveness for? For being a naughty girl who likes these unusual things?

Yuno: AHH—

The finger pumping in and out of me was thrusted into me all the way, tears flowing down my face.

(This feels so good it's torturous.)

It was exactly what I so badly wanted, and yet I desperately tried to hold myself back.

I involuntarily closed my legs, trying to resist Yasuchika’s hands… but he easily pushed them apart again.

Yasuchika: You’re tied up, so there’s no escaping. Right, shall I tie your legs too?

Yuno: Hhng… no…

Yasuchika: I won’t do it if you don't want to. So instead, you’ll keep your legs spread open for me by yourself.

He said that with a bright smile, and I nodded many times in response.

Yasuchika: That’s right. Good girl. You’re doing great.

His beautiful fingers traced the restraints around my wrists.

Yasuchika: Do you enjoy being tied up?

Yuno: Mm… I like it… so… more…

Yasuchika: Hmm, I could forgive you, but… not yet. You look too lovely when you’re embarrassed.

He pulled his finger out,

Yuno: … Nngh… ggh…

Yasuchika slowly entered me.

(So… warm…)

Yasuchika: Look, just as I thought, you’re so lovely.

Our lips met and a sweet sigh escaped me when we broke the kiss.

Yasuchika: I’ll start moving.

Yuno: … Yeah.

Yasuchika: … I’m feeling good too.

He buried his heat inside of me, hitting my deepest spots.

My body shook violently as he drove into me again and again…

At last, he removed my restraints.

Yuno: … ah… Yasuchika…

Instead of restraints, I intertwined my fingers with his and kissed him on the lips.

Yasuchika: ...

Yasuchika: … I’m no match for you, huh.

Our bodies seemed to melt into one as our kiss deepened.

(I’m the one who’s no match for you, Yasuchika.)

When I saw his face light up as he held my hand back tightly, I knew that I would always forgive him no matter what he did to me from then on.

#ikemen genjiden #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikegen story sale #abe no yasuchika #you can kind of tell at which part i nearly gave up because smut is hard

[the-everqueen]

look. this fic started as crack taken seriously except now it's getting longer than a one-shot and we haven't even reached the crack yet. so i'm posting a snippet to like. encourage myself to finish it.

.....................

One thing has proven consistent in Matthew’s life, both as a human and as a raven to Dream of the Endless: changes in management are never smooth. It doesn’t matter how much you plan in advance, it doesn’t matter whether the new boss is qualified—things are gonna go sideways, at least until everyone adjusts.

Don’t get him wrong, Matthew doesn’t doubt that Morpheus did everything he could to ensure the Dreaming’s wellbeing before the Kindly Ones came for him. But jeez. Daniel Hall was a toddler just a few months ago and now he’s the next Dream King. Which Lucienne keeps telling Matthew isn’t quite right: the boss isn’t gone, the Endless are their functions, in some cosmic-fate sense Daniel was always already going to be Dream, yada yada.

Matthew doesn’t buy it. He went to the wake. He gave his tribute.

The kid is all right. But Matthew can’t shake the memory of him clutching the emerald at his throat, the echo of that familiar deep voice cracked down the middle. I am afraid. Hard to hold anything against him—he couldn’t have known what he was signing up for, and this ain’t exactly the kind of job that attracts volunteers. Still…the newness is unsettling. The realm feels like it’s on edge, waiting with bated breath to see what happens.

Which is how Matthew finds himself in search of a delinquent Nightmare.

The Corinthian, Dream tells him, has not shown up to work for the past several days. Dream doesn’t use those words, says failed to perform his function with a kind of detached precision like he’s reading from a script. It makes Matthew feel a little sick, though he’s ashamed to admit it: Morpheus’ words in an unfamiliar mouth.

He ignores that for the more pressing question: “He’s back in the Waking World?”

“No, he has not departed the Dreaming.” Dream’s brow furrows in transparent concern. Weird weird weird to see an identifiable emotion on that face—at least, one that isn’t annoyance or resignation. “I would know what he is doing, if not attending to dreamers.”

“Can’t you—I dunno—check in? You’re the boss.”

What Matthew doesn’t say is, that bastard promised me a reprisal. What he doesn’t say is, I heard Lucienne say he was supposed to be your masterpiece, but he gives me the creeps.

Morpheus would have heard these unspoken protests and said, You don’t need to like him to fulfill your duty to me. This Dream frowns and says quietly, “I don’t know that he would welcome my intervention.”

And that’s new, Dream taking into account someone else’s feelings, particularly one of his creations whose past incarnation—pardon the French—royally fucked him over. Then again, Daniel would have known the Corinthian as a protector of sorts. Maybe he’s feeling a residual fondness, that kernel of humanity come back to haunt the rest of them.

The thought makes Matthew sad. He ruffles his wings. “Yeah. Yeah, all right. I’ll fly around, see whether I can find him.”

Dream doesn’t give him any hints about direction, but Matthew figures it can’t hurt to swing by the Corinthian’s house. Well, “house” is a generous term for the architectural Kleenex box where the nightmare chooses to reside, as close to the shoreline as Dream would tolerate. Matthew wasn’t around to know whether it’s a relic of the first Corinthian, but he thinks it’s an eyesore regardless.

He swoops in through an open skylight. The place is too fucking massive for just one person, in his opinion, so it might take him awhile to search—

“Hey, birdie.”

Matthew lets out a croak of surprise and banks to land on something that might be a side table, might be a piece of driftwood enlisted for Aesthetic Purposes™. The Corinthian is sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by skeins of colorful thread. Instead of a knife, he’s got a needle pinched between his fingers, which he’s stabbing into…surprisingly not a body, but a piece of fabric stretched across some kind of wooden hoop.

“Man, what the fuck,” says Matthew.

“You’re the one who came here uninvited,” the Corinthian says with a shrug. He resumes the stabbing. Matthew can make out the vague outline of something that might be a duck, embroidered in grey and orange thread. It’s got a knife in its beak. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Delivering an HR report.”

“That’s a lie, Lucienne wouldn’t talk to me even through a middleman.”

“It’s from our mutual boss.”

“The Dream King?” The Corinthian frowns. “What’s he want?”

“For you to do your job, apparently.”

“I’ve been doing my job.”

“Uh, no, you haven’t. Not in the past week or two.”

If the Corinthian were a normal human being, Matthew would say the expression that passes over his face is guilt. The fine lines around his mouth(s) tighten, his eye teeth grind together in a gesture that might be glancing from side to side. But then the Corinthian refocuses on his embroidery project. “Well, tell him not to get his panties in a twist. I’ll be on the clock tonight.”

“If you want PTO—“

“—we don’t actually get paid—“

“—you gotta talk to Lucienne—“

“—I know, I know, submit the requisite forms, blah blah blah—“

“—and not just fuck off on your own, I mean, you of all people should know that.”

The Corinthian tilts his head. Something about the motion makes Matthew’s feathers stand on end. “Me of all people?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“No, no, birdie, why don’t you say what you mean.” The Corinthian flips the needle over his fingers and it transforms into knife. “Tell me how I’m special.”

Matthew lets out a nervous kraw, spreading his wings. “Man, you’re on thin fucking ice, you think Dream is gonna be chill about you killing another one of his ravens?”

“Alex Burgess shot Jessamy.”

“Because you made sure she was cut off from the Dreaming.”

“That wasn’t me.”

“Close enough.”

“Really? You think the current Dream King is close enough to Morpheus?”

Matthew shuffles from one foot to the other. He ought to take flight, tell Dream that he found the Corinthian and his lord’s former masterpiece has taken up arts and crafts. Let Dream decide what the punishment for that offense is. But he feels the need to protest, to prove his loyalty. Maybe because he’s the New Guy (if not as new as the latest incarnation of the boss). Maybe because the Corinthian doesn’t get to question his commitment to the job.

He says, slowly, “He’s Dream of the Endless. That’s all there is.”

The Corinthian barks out a surprised laugh. “Guess you’ll stick around,” he murmurs cryptically, and the knife is a needle again. He lowers that awful not-gaze back to his embroidery hoop. “You can tell our Lord Shaper that his renegade hammer will be back to pounding nails tonight.”

“Was that an innuendo? It felt like it wanted to be an innuendo.”

“What doesn’t?” The Corinthian’s smile is all teeth.

Matthew ignores that. “So is this what you’ve been doing while AWOL? Making home decor?”

“What’s it to you, birdie?”

“I dunno, seems out of character. Shouldn’t you be plotting murder?”

“Maybe I’ve been slipping into the Waking World.”

“Nah, you aren’t stupid. You wouldn’t be that obvious about it.” Matthew pauses. “Besides, Dream said you hadn’t left the Dreaming.”

“So he is keeping tabs on me.”

“You’re dreamkin.”

“Yeah, veritable tracking chip built right in.” The duck is gaining feet, bright flashes of color making a pantomime of long strides. “Like knowing where your right hand is.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Would it bother you?”

“Not really. I mean, it doesn’t. When the boss rides along. Uses my eyes or whatever. Feels weird, but that’s what I’m here for.”

Matthew looks around the room. It’s organized like a human apartment, albeit one of those fancy places in Architectural Digest: sleek white sofa and matching chairs, glass coffee table that doubles as modern art, hardwood floors so gleaming Matthew can see his reflection in them. He’d assume it was for show except for details like the discarded books and the blood-spattered “Home Sweet Home” cross-stitch framed on the opposite wall.

“Are you…bored?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Taking up new hobbies, skipping out on work.” Matthew gestures at him with a wing. “I dunno, feels like burnout.”

“And what do you care?”

“Well, the last time you got dissatisfied with your job, a lot of people died—caw, fucking shit!”

He takes flight just in time to dodge the wicked blade that comes at him with eerie accuracy. It sticks in the table with a thunk, before it dissolves into sand.

The Corinthian snarls in triplicate, “That. Wasn’t. Me.”

“Okay! Okay, sorry, fuck.” Matthew circles in the air a few times before landing on the back of a chair. “You could just say so, don’t gotta get all murderous about it.”

“S’my nature,” the Corinthian says, mulish. His fingers sort restlessly through the rainbow of thread. It’s a minute before he chooses a sprig of green and starts threading it into his needle. Sunglasses materialize on his face, hiding his terrible eyes. “What are you hangin’ around for? Don’t you have a report to deliver?”

You don’t have friends, huh. Matthew is smart enough not to speak his observation out loud this time. Makes sense, though. The Corinthian is a Nightmare, and in the narratives he inhabits, all his overtures end in murder. Probably other dreams don’t want to get too close, even if this incarnation is supposedly collared and muzzled. Hell, Matthew didn’t want to come here just to see what the fucker was up to. In hindsight, he assumed something nasty. Not…whatever the fuck this is.

He thinks about what it might have been like, being Morpheus’ favorite. He thinks about Dream saying, I don’t know that he would welcome me.

He thinks maybe the Corinthian is lonely.

“I’m not a messenger pigeon,” Matthew says, ruffling his feathers in mock outrage. “Besides, Dream asked me to check out what you’re doing. You really want me to tell him you got distracted making home decor? Won’t that tarnish your image or something?”

The Corinthian frowns at his wobbly duck.

“He already caught me slacking on the job,” he says.

“Look, I’m just saying—if you want me to tell him you got distracted by some cute nightmare, I’ve got your back.”

The Corinthian curls his lip like a dog. “Why? You think I’m gonna forget about you ditching me back in Svartalfheim? I know you don’t fucking like me.”

“What, I can’t do a favor for a coworker?” The Corinthian’s fingers twitch, and Matthew croaks. “Fine, fine, sure, if it makes you feel better. I cover for your ass and you stop threatening to kebab me, how does that sound?”

The Corinthian stitches a whole patch of grass before he says, “All right. You got a deal.”

“Cool.” Matthew tries not to dwell on how it feels worse than if he’d made a pact with the literal Devil. Okay, no, that’s an exaggeration, Matthew went to Hell the once and he’s not keen on having another interaction with Their Unholiness anytime soon. But keeping a secret for the Corinthian feels a lot like betraying Dream, even if it’s harmless.

At least, he thinks it’s harmless.

Man, he’s going to feel so stupid if it turns out the embroidery is part of some scheme.

He mantles his wings, preparing to take off.

Hesitates.

“You got anything you want me to tell the boss?” he asks.

“Thought you said you weren’t a messenger pigeon.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t pass a word along. As a favor.”

The Corinthian doesn’t respond for a long minute. Matthew starts to think that’s his answer, but then he says, all lazy cheer, “Nah. I got nothing to say to him.”

And Matthew thinks that’s the biggest lie he’s ever heard but it’s not his job to argue, so he heads back to the palace.

#sandman #sandman fic #my writing #the corinthian/matthew the raven #enemies to friends to lovers #daniel!dream #the second corinthian #corimatt #i like the buddy cop dynamic they had in the dreaming comix #but mostly i think i'm very very funny

[lampmanliveblogs]

Nevermind me, I’m just taking a screenshot of Vee smiling.

Anyways, Camila and Vee show up, Camila intent on making sure her daughter doesn’t make a huge mistake. At the same time, the Witch Kid Trio realizes that Luz & Hunter have been gone for a suspicious amount of time… and Amity just discovered the rebus is missing.

That is Jack Skellington on Vee’s phone case there. And one of those little phone charm thingies with a five on it. Cute.

Also, I just realized that Vee and Camila both have pumpkins on their shirts. Like mother like daughter, huh?

Oh, and something about how Luz the Human uses magic to find her way, compared with Vee the basilisk who eats magic using human technology.

I guess this is where Gravesfield gets its name, huh? Told you all it was a name that sounded of death.There is something eerie about the idea of an entire town built and named after a place where the dead are buried that is deeply unsettling.

With that said, this is a cool location. Not a place I’d like to visit per say, but it has a very spooky and foreboding atmosphere which fits this scene greatly. This is not a place of honor. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. 

So, uh… you don’t find the fact that the rebus is torn up on the ground weird at all Luz? Or the fact that Hunter’s loyal companion flew off? Or that Hunter is refusing to look at you? Or that his tone of speaking has completely changed and that he now somehow thinks the thing he saw was not actually Belos at all, but just his imagination?

I joked about Hunter being a werewolf earlier, but maybe there is some symbolism to his wolf shirt, let’s see… hm…

We’ve got a big bad wolf with glowing eyes, kinda like how Hunter’s eyes glow when he gets possessed. We’ve got another wolf howling at the full moon, maybe that’s Luz… and then we’ve got three other wolves in the foreground, which could represent the Witch Kid Trio. See, it all makes sense!

Aw jeez, here we go…

That’s an interesting design for the cork. But I’m sure that doesn’t have anything to do with anything.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s3e1 #thanks to them

[travlersjoy444]

A Team (Sort of) Reunited (Part 16)

 TOH Hunter/Golden Guard x reader

 Masks and Bets part sixteen.

The links to the other parts are now at the bottom of the page.

*******

  The first thing I noticed upon reaching the Owl House was that Hooty was gone.

  “Something’s wrong- the house demon isn’t here.” I said softly, landing on the ground.

  “It…It can leave?!” Said Hunter, his voice an octave higher than usual.

  “Apparently…” 

  “That’s deeply unsettling.” He coughed.

  I approached the door, swallowing.

  It swung open.

  Thursday croaked nervously. 

  “Hey, it’ll be fine. It’s just Aunt Eda’s house, no big deal.” I whispered to myself, looking into the empty house.

  I stepped inside, and a chill raced down my spine. The house was empty, devoid of the warmth it usually possessed.

  It was empty and dark and cold. Darkness pooled in the corners of the room, and a single note waited on the floor.

  I felt Hunter’s presence behind me as I stood up, reading the note.

  “Had to leave, knee pain.’ That’s all it says.” 

  “Is it like…a code? Why would they leave?!” Hunter said nervously.

  “I…I don’t know, but I have a really bad feeling about this.” I said. “Why would they leave us this message? Why wouldn’t she just text me?”

  “Uh…(Y/N)?” Hunter said nervously, pointing at the couch. “Look. It’s her and the Owl lady’s scrolls.”

  “Oh jeez…what happened here?!” I whispered.

  Flapjack chirped loudly, nodding towards the window.

  “Oh my titan.” I said softly, looking outside. “We- Oh jeez Hunter, we’ve gotta get out of here.”

  “Oh titan. He- he’s here for me.” Hunter whispered, staring out with me at the row upon rows of scouts approaching the house.

  I grabbed Hunter’s hand, and both of us hopped onto Thursday. 

  “D’you mind getting your outfit kinda dirty?” I asked.

  “Well, they're your clothes, so…If you are, I guess,” He said weakly, shoving Flapjack into his pocket.

  “Great.” 

  I steered Thursday towards the chimney. “Close your eyes-”

  By the time we reached the top, my eyes were stinging and my mouth tasted like soot.

  We landed on the roof behind the chimney.

  “Okay, uh…Thursday, distract the scouts. We’ll escape on Flapjack- and don’t get caught, ‘kay?”

  Hunter and Thursday both nodded, and then we were off.

  Hunter sat in the front this time, holding onto his staff tightly. Thursday cawed loudly, throwing pinecones at the scouts.

  “Uh- Flapjack, now!” Hunter squeaked, pushing off the roof.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as we shot upwards, until we were far above the clouds- and far above the scouts.

  “So…they must be on the knee.” Hunter said after a while.

  “Oh. Yeah.” I murmured.

  There was a beat of silence.

  “...So. What…what’re you gonna do?” Hunter asked quietly.

  I shrugged helplessly. “Go to school, I guess…avoid calling attention to myself.”

  Hunter stiffened. “Okay…What am I gonna do though?! If-if Belos is looking for me, if he knows about you, if- Oh jeez…”

  “You’ll come to school with me.” I said firmly. “You’ll come to school and stay hidden. I…I guess.” I sighed, leaning into him as he steered back home.

  Thursday landed on my shoulder, and I tried to muster a smile.

  “Yeah, we’ll figure it out…we’ve handled worse, right?” I continued. 

  “...Yeah. Yeah, we’ll be okay.” He said, trying to convince himself that it was true. 

  Trying to convince both of us that it was true.

  I closed my eyes as the sun rose over the horizon.

  I really didn’t want to go to school today.

*******

  But to school we would go, apparently.

  I sat at the table across from Willow and Amity, not really eating my lunch.

  “Hey, uh, I’m gonna get some water, okay?” I said abruptly, interrupting whatever conversation had been happening. 

  “Oh…okay?” Said Willow, frowning. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? You’ve been kinda…weird today.”

  I shrugged. “I’m just worried about Luz and Lilith is all.” I said quickly, getting up from the lunch table.

  “Huh.” Said Gus, raising an eyebrow.

  I sighed and kept walking, pulling up the hood of my uniform. I passed Flapjack and Thursday on my way to the Paranoratorium, and hissed at them to keep their volume down- their chirping was bound to attract attention eventually.

  “Hi.” I said to the mostly empty theater as I swung the door open.

  There was no response, as we’d planned.

  “It’s me, the clone of Lune Byrne.” I said slightly louder.

  There was a relieved sigh from the wings, and Hunter stepped out onto the stage. I hopped onto it next to him.

  “How’re you doing?” I asked, swinging my feet over the ledge. “Do you need anything?”

  He shook his head. “I sent Flapjack to fetch me some water and more books, but I’m okay otherwise.”

  “Good…Um. How’re you doing…mentally?” I asked.

  “I…I’ve got a lot on my mind.” He said softly. “I…I don’t want people like Willow and Gus to know that I’m-”

  “What’re you doing here, Golden Guard?” Yelled a voice. I jolted upwards, staring off the stage to see Gus. Oh, great.

  I liked Gus, really, I just always got the feeling that he didn’t trust me. 

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Hunter scoffed, crossing his arms.

  “And why’re you here, (Y/N)? You’re not…in league with him, right?” Gus continued, raising his staff. Oh crud, am I just proving his suspicions?!

  Hunter chuckled. “Rest assured, Gus, I-”

  There was a loud clatter as Flapjack flew in, knocking down a few books. Gus frowned, staring at the little nest of sorts that Hunter and I had thrown together this morning.

  Hunter blushed and tried to hide it with his cape.

  Gus sighed. “I'll ask you one more time. What are you doing here, Hunter?”

  Hunter crossed his arms, not answering. Flapjack flew across him and tugged his singed hair.

  “Ow, ow, ow, ow!” He snapped. “Okay, fine!” He glared at Flapjack, and sighed. “Truth is, my living situation has been compromised. Maybe. So I just needed a place to crash. Temporarily! And uh…(Y/N) didn’t want to leave me home alone.”

  “How... vague of you two. Do you know where Luz is, by any chance?” Gus frowned.

  Hunter shrugged. “All I know is that she’s not at the Owl House, and neither is anyone else.”

  I nodded. “Yeah…We don’t even know where Lilith is. We have reason to believe that they’re on the knee…”

  But I was interrupted by a voice over the loudspeakers.

  “Students, please join me in the gym for an important announcement.” Blared the voice of Principal Bump.

  Gus sighed, and summoned his lunch bag. He tossed it to Hunter. “I'm not sure what you're going through, but that much Hex Mix can't be good for your stomach.”

  Hunter looked at the bag, opening it to find a sandwich.

  “Are you coming, (Y/N)?” Gus asked as he swung open the door.

  “I’ll catch up.” I nodded. “Thanks, Agustus.”

  He nodded, smiling slightly, and left the theater.

  Hunter sighed and opened the bag.

  “Weird.” He muttered, more to himself than to me. 

  “Yeah…Gus is cool.” I smiled. “We can trust him.”

  “Yeah?” Hunter asked, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. “I feel kinda bad that his impression of me is the guy who kidnapped him that one time…”

  I chuckled half-heartedly. “I know the feeling. I have this one friend, Hazel, who’s brother I locked up while one the job…Ugh. I sincerely hope that she never finds out that I’m that (Y/N).”

  “Woah. Ouch.”

  “Right?” I sighed, leaning against him. “I guess I just wish I had a real way to…atone for everything I did under Belos’s command.”

  Hunter nodded solemnly. “Me too….remember that pack of Selkidomi?” He said, his voice dropping to a pained whisper.

  “Yeah.” I murmured. “Once all….all this is over, we should have a funeral for them…”

  “Yeah.” Hunter said, because it was all he really could say. “And- and all those palismen we gave to Belos…”

  “And the palistrom forests we wiped out…” I whispered, eyes beginning to swim with water. 

  “And all the innocent people we hurt…” He said, his eyes looking watery too.

  He squeezed my hand, wiping his eyes with his other. I followed suit, swallowing thickly. 

  “But at the end of the day, that was Belos’s fault.” I said firmly. “We were- we are just kids.” I continued, trying to reassure myself as much as I was trying to reassure him.

  “Yeah….Yeah.” Hunter whispered, choking back tears. He sighed, and pulled himself together. “We’ll have a funeral once this is over.” He said definitively, squeezing my hand tighter.

  “Deal.” I said, shaking his hand. “Oh…And I’d better get going if I wanna see Bump’s announcement. Are you gonna be okay here?”

  “‘Course.” He nodded, smiling half-heartedly.

  “Great.” I said, pulling him into a side hug before I hopped off the stage. “Take care of yourself, Goldie.”

  “You too, Ego.” He waved.

  “Hey…” I said uncomfortably as I reached the door. “This…This feels like a goodbye. Promise me that it’s just a ‘see you later’?”

  He nodded, understanding the sentiment. “I swear it.”

  I gave him a final smile, and headed out of the theater.

*******

  “...-whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, I just started the other tracks. Are you sure this is safe?”

  I frowned as I entered the gym. Edric was standing onstage, next to…Adrian Graye? He looked more…dishevilled than I remembered him looking. 

  “Don't worry, once a scout sees the fake sigil, they'll move on, and you can continue your studies in peace.” Adrian was saying, rolling up Ed’s sleeve. “Now hold still.”

  Adrian Graye..helping against the Day of Unity?

  Something wasn’t adding up….Unless he was in cohorts with Darius! That must be what this was. I sighed, looking down at my bare wrist. I hadn’t gotten a sigil for some reason…I’d probably need whatever Darius had planned.

  But then why wouldn’t Darius tell me?!

  Gus was next to me, eyes narrowed as though he was focused on something.

  I cringed, staring at Ed…

  “Stop!” Yelled Gus, jumping forwards. “Don't trust him! He's hiding behind an illusion!”

  He scowled and drew a huge spell circle, aiming it towards the stage. 

  The illusion melted off, revealing a Scout Captain in disguise. I bristled, raising my fists, trying to protect Edric in some way or another-

  “Cut!” Yelled a voice- Adrian’s voice. “Just... just cut.” It fumed.

  From the bleachers in the gym, Coven Scouts began appearing. I swallowed thickly, looking around at the scouts. In the peripheral of my mind, I was half-aware of Graye monologuing about something, but I was distracted by fear. The scouts were here, and so was Hunter, just a few rooms away, and I’d…I’d unwittingly led him straight towards them.

  I took a quick breath, looking around in a panicked haze, and suddenly Edric and Emira were by my side, and- and someone was yelling-

  “Breathe (Y/N), breath- like, slower slowly-” Said Edric, panicking as much as I was as he squeezed my hand like a stress toy.

  “In and out…” Said Emira gently, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

  I slammed my eyes shut, trying to focus on my friends…

  And when I opened my eyes again, we were…in the middle of Bonesborough?

  “Guys…” I whispered, looking around. “What the titan just happened?”

  “Well…” Edric began, his voice an octave higher than usual, “I think that kid- Gus- just saved my butt.”

  Emira placed her free hand on one of the houses, watching it fall right through. “We’re in a giant…illusion?” She said weakly.

  I slowly stood up, leaning a bit on Em.

  “Thanks for being there guys…” I said softly. “I- I don’t know why I reacted like that.”

  “You weren’t the only one…” Said Ed, still sounding spooked.

  “Of course (L/N), you dork.” Em smiled, patting my shoulder as I regained my bearings. 

  “Right.” I began, trying to clear my head. “So we’re in an illusion, but in actuality, we’re in…what, the gym?”

  “A hallway near the gym. We kinda ran out of there in a frenzy.” Edric admitted.

  “Cool…do we know if it’s the east or west side?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine.” Emira shrugged.

  “So…We’re either right by the healing homeroom, or by the creepateria.” I said decisively. 

  “Ed! (Y/N)! Em!” Waved someone from down the ‘street’. 

  “Skara!” I waved, recognizing her. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

  “Me, Viney, and Jerbo found the end of the illusion! It’s this way!” She grinned, pointing down the ‘street’ behind her.

  “(Y/N)!” Said another voice from the opposite direction.

  I froze. “Hunter?! Oh my titan, are you okay?!” I ran towards him, ignoring my friends. I looked him over for injuries or blood or something.

  “I’m okay, I’m fine. I’m glad I found you, I was like, totally freaking out, dude.” He said, leaning back against one of the fake houses. I frowned. 

  “Belos is gonna be so mad about all this, you sure are lucky you don’t have to deal with him anymore.” He added, scoffing.

  I scowled, eyes narrowing. “Mind telling me where your scar went, ‘Hunter’?” 

  He cringed, and the illusion flickered to briefly reveal a scout. “I used…makeup?”

  “Nice try, scout.” I growled, punching fake-Hunter in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, and I felt guilty for a moment before reminding myself that it was just illusion Hunter who was hurt, not real Hunter. 

  I ran to catch up with my friends, breathing heavily. “Sorry guys. Got distracted.”

  They looked over at the scout nervously. 

  “Just- ignore him. He’ll be fine.” I said firmly. “Now- take us to the end of the illusion!”

*******

  Hunter ran past the illusion of Willow, heart pounding out of his chest.

  “Goldie!” Yelled a familiar voice, but Hunter ignored it, it was an illusion, it wasn’t (Y/N)-

  “There you are, where’re you going?” Waved his friend, but it wasn’t right, it wasn’t (Y/N), and oh-

  He froze. Belos.

*******

  I sat in the healing homeroom, looking around as more and more students appeared. Em and a few of her classmates were working on healing everyone. 

  “Your turn on watch, (L/N).” Said Mattholomule, coming in.

  “Okay.” I nodded, getting up to replace him at the door.

  Willow and Amity staggered towards me.

  “Oh jeez guys, you okay?” I asked. “Uh- wait, tell me something only you guys would know.”

  “The Golden Guard is named Hunter?” Willow said, shrugging.

  “Edric is lactose intolerant.” Amity added.

  “Cool, it is you.” I grinned, stepping aside to let them in.

  I sat out there for a while longer without a change. I checked the clock. Five more minutes, I can do this.

  A few Coven Scouts tromped past, dragging something- no, someone, I realized as horror washed over me.

  “Stop right there.” I growled, raising my fists.

  The taller one dropped the arm he was holding to hold his hands up. “Hey, it’s okay, we’re just bringing this guy back to Belos. Don’t worry, this doesn’t concern you.”

  I froze, getting a better look at who they had incapacitaded. 

  Hunter. 

  I sighed inwardly. Of course.

  “Hey (Y/N), it’s time to switch-” Said Viney, stepping into the halway. She paused and took in the scene. “Oh.” 

  She smiled at the guards. “Hey, could you guys stay put for a sec?”

  They shrugged, and Viney popped back into the room. She opened the door again, and emerged with Willow and Skara at her side.

  I grinned as the scouts stepped back.

  “You guys should step away from him before things get messy.” I said in the voice I used to use in the Coven 

  “Yeah.” Said Willow, smirking. “Or else we might just have to play around with you.”

  The shorter guard looked over at us uneasily. “Dude, I’m not fighting a group of kids…”

  The taller guard shrugged. “Well, we did just knock out a kid though?”

  “Still.” Said the shorter scout, dropping Hunter and stepping aside with his hands up.

  The taller scout sighed. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously, dude. Plus that kid who looks like our old boss kinda gives me the creeps-” He was cut off by Willow as she tangled the two scouts in vines. “They were taking too long.” She shrugged.

  I smirked, high-fiving her before I went to check on Hunter. “Nice.” 

  I scooped up the unconscious Hunter as best I could. He was about the same size as me, maybe a bit heavier, but with the help of Willow and Viney I managed to take him into the healing homeroom.

  No one gave us a second glance, and I remembered that no one except the principal and the flyer derby team knew his face. Rad, I could work with that.

  “Who’s that guy?” Ed frowned.

  “My co-worker.” I answered vaguely, setting him down on the table.

  I hadn’t been in the healing homeroom in forever, so I went to Em for help. She handed me a few supplies, and I set to work.

  Flapjack and Thursday both hopped out of his bag, and I grinned.

  “Hey guys.”

  “Hi!” Said Thursday, while Flapjack chirped happily.

  Hunter shifted, opening his eyes a crack.

  “He's waking up!” Skara gasped, leaning over my shoulder.

  Hunter slowly sat up, looking around. 

  “Hi!” I waved awkwardly.

  He breathed heavily. “T-This.. This is an illusion! Gus!” He tried to stand up. “Are you- ah!”

  He fell to the floor with a groan.

  Me and Viney helped him up.

  “Whoa! It's okay. Try not to stand so fast.” She smiled.

  “This isn't an illusion. You're in the Healing Homeroom.” Skara added.

  I nodded, and Thursday landed on my hand. “Ta-da! Proof.”

  “You’re…you’re okay.” He whispered, grinning.

  “Yup. And so are you, I see, Goldie?” I said, smiling in relief.

  He breathed out slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I will be.”

  “Well, Mr. Golden Guard.” Scowled Principal Bump, approaching us.

  He managed to stand up, leaning heavily on me. “Hunter.”

  “We saw you being dragged around, and the flyer derby team was determined to save you. But I am not yet convinced of your innocence. Where have your scouts taken Augustus?” Said Bump.

  I winced as everyone’s concerned glances turned into distrustful glares.

  “That's (Y/N)’s Golden Guard?” Edric muttered audibly. “Didn’t we meet him that one time?”

  “Dude looked sickly...Still does…” Em whispered, worried.

  I glared at my friends, and they just shrugged in response.

  “I could probably take him.” Said Mattholomule, tossing his head.

  “He's not to be trusted.” Barked a student I didn’t recognize.

  “I- I'm not with them, I swear!” Hunter protested. “I was with Gus the whole time. I was trying to get him to you!”

  “Yeah, I can vouch for him!” I exclaimed.

  “Yeah well, you’re still on thin ice, (Y/N).” Scowled Mattholomule.

  “Oh piss off, Matty. I’m friends with your brother, you can trust me.” I scoffed.

  “Maybe we can trade him for Augustus. I'm sure the Emperor would want him back…” Mused the illusions teacher.

  “I'm not lying, Gus was showing me around. T-There was a sandwich, he showed me this breathing thing…” Hunter tried to explain.

  “He’s been with me for the past few days, you have to believe us!” I protested.

  “Please, you gotta believe me!” Hunter pleaded.

  Willow put a hand on his shoulder, looking up at the surrounding class.

  “They’re telling the truth.” She smiled at us, and stepped forward. “And he can help us drive Head Witch Graye and his scouts out of the school!”

  Hunter nodded, stuttering. “Y-Yes! Um, Graye said he'll be in the gym. But he will be guarded.”

  Amity nodded. “That won't be a problem. Willow can bust through anything.”

  Willow smiled, nodding. “Yeah. But I'll need help.”

  Matty grinned. “Say no more, I'm on it.”

  Principal Bump sighed, looking over at him. “...Let's just come up with a plan.”

*******

  “Gym is off-limits. Graye's orders.” Said a Coven Scout guarding the gymnasium. 

  “Graye may be Head Witch, but I'm still principal. It'd be wise to let me through.” Said the principal. 

  I squeezed my staff nervously.

  The Guard Captain chuckled. “Oh, yeah?”   

  “Yeah.” said Bump, dispelling the illusion.

  I grinned as we all came into view.

  “Hi!” I smiled, hitting a nearby scout with my staff.

  The Guard Captain scowled. “Get 'em!”

*******

  I took a deep breath as we fought off the last few scouts, and then suddenly Hunter had grabbed my hand. “(Y/N), over here.” He murmured, leading me towards the gym. “Gus is in here.”

  I nodded grimly, putting a hand on the door. “Ready Goldie?’

  He nodded, squeezing my hand. “Ready, Ego.”

  And together, we kicked open the door.

  I took in the sight of the gym in confusion. Adrian and two Coven Scouts were lying on the floor in pain, and in the center of it all sat a glowing blue orb.

   “Make it stop…” Groaned Adrian, “Make it stop! I don't.. like these memories…”

  “What's going on?” Yelled Amity behind me.

  “Gus is trapped in his head! And the others are being affected too!” Said Willow.

  Suddenly there was a loud thump behind us as a giant Abomaton tore his way inside the gym.

  “I really have to talk to my parents about this…” Amity sqeaked, summoning her palisman.

  Willow scowled, looking over at Hunter. “We'll hold them off. You save Gus.”

  I nodded, grabbing my palisman and glaring at the Abomaton.

  “But- how?” He panicked, before sighing in determination and running towards the orb.

*******

  I sighed, grinning as we finished off Amity’s dad’s creation. (Also. Did that make the abominations her…siblings? Was that how it worked? I made a mental note to ask her later.)

  Willow grinned as Hunter and Gus approached us. “Gus!” She smiled, hugging him. “Aww, I'm so glad you're okay!”

  Gus smiled. “Me too.”

  “Thanks, Hunter.” Willow added, pulling him into a hug too. He blushed as he usually did.

  “Uhm. Hugs?” He mumbled.

  “Just go with it.” Gus smiled.

  As Willow and Gus let him go, I grabbed his hand. “Hi Hunter.” I smiled.

  “Hi (Y/N).” He grinned back. “I missed you a lot back at the coven. You know that, right?”

  “Oh, we’re doing confessions?” I chuckled. “Then…I asked Lilith every day if we could go back for you. You know that, right?”

  He whistled, sitting down on one of the bleachers as Gus Willow and Amity freed the other students.

  “I didn’t know that, actually. Belos said that you’d left me, that you got tired of me. And uh…I believed him.” He sighed, looking away.

  “Did you not read my note?” I asked, surprised.

  He blushed. “Actually, um…I might’ve…torn it up and flushed it down the toilet.”

  “Hunter-” I sighed. “Seriously?”

  He shrugged, still bright red. “I was sad.”

  “Yeah, well…I didn’t leave the Emperor’s Coven because of you, Hunter. I left it because of Belos. I missed you, and I’m so glad to see you again, and man, I just-”

  He cut me off with a hug. I momentarily froze, before melting into it. 

  “Hey. You’re my best friend, you know that?” I whispered.

  “I-...” He cried softly into my shoulder, and I hugged him tighter. “You’re my best friend too.” He said softly, pulling away. “Sorry…your uniform is kinda wet now.” He murmured, blushing. 

  I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Hey. I’m really glad we went to that gala that one time.”

  He chuckled, wiping his eyes. “Yeah.”

*******

  Back outside, the coven ship finally flew off- much to the joy of the students. 

  “Is Graye gonna be alright?” Hunter asked, looking over at Gus, as the coven head had looked pretty…traumatized.

  “Uh…” He shrugged. “Probably?” 

  “Gus, you were bloody brilliant out there!” I grinned. 

  He smiled. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

  “Hunter!” Yelled a voice…Skara. “What's going on at the castle?” She asked as we turned to look at her.

  “Did you actually leave the Emperor's Coven?” Viney chimed in.

  “Ooh, have you ever sneezed with your mask on?” Ed said skeptically.

  “Hey!” I laughed, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

  “It’s a valid question!” He said, punching me back.

  Hunter inhaled, looking hesitant, but he began to answer anyway. “Everyone in the castle is traveling to the head for the Day of Unity.” He turned to Viney. “I... think I did.” He turned to Edric. “Yes?”

  “That's gross, man.” Ed frowned. 

  Hunter frowned, more urgently this time as more and more students gathered. “Listen. Emperor Belos has been lying to everyone. The Day of Unity isn't about the Titan or magic. It's…much scarier than that.”

  He sighed and squeezed my hand, and I stared at him worriedly. 

  “Sorry... there's a lot to explain.” He murmured.

  Principal Bump appeared, arms crossed. “Then you'd better get started.”

*******

Links:

Act One:

Masks and Bets (Part 1)

Masks and Beasts (Part 2)

Masked and Beat (Part 3)

Masked (and Unmasked) On the Seas (Part 4)

Cracks in a Mask (Part 5)

Revelations (Part 6)

Bad Moon Rising (Part 7)

Act Two:

Hey Lilith (Part 8)

Way Home (Part 9)

Back to the Future (Part 10)

Lost Threads (Part 11)

Teatime (Part 12)

A Slightly Distorted Lens (Part 13)

Mindscapers (Part 14)

Act Three:

Eye of the Hurricane (Part 15)

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Trigun Stampede episode 4 liveblog!

I had a bit of a double take at “plant-based meat”.  Come to think of it, are there any actual plants on this planet? Or are they talking about eating the irreplaceable technology that sustains them...?

Welp, there’s Wolfwood.  Wearing that big old gun cross.  Thing.

lmao that’s not a very dignified first look at the guy

Interesting that there’s only seven cities when they seem to be named after calendar months.

Actually huh. I wonder how big this world is anyway.  It feels like it should be pretty small, especially with the number of cities, but I have no idea how big those cities could be.

Those are worms?????

Also another kinda bacteria-looking thing after the bombs, huh.

NEVERMIND WHAT I SAID ABOUT THAT BEING AN UNDIGNIFIED FIRST LOOK. guy just went flying :0c

and now he’s just flopping around in the backseat.  fantastic. no notes.

Plant... outpost? wonder what this is.

Wait Wolfwood is like. actually religious? I kinda thought it was just symbolism.  I can’t believe he’s actually religious and lugging around a big cross on his back.  I can’t tell if that’s delusions of self-importance or just... dweebery.

...drinking from what may or may not be holy water.  My guy. I understand resources are low.

Oh it keeps going.

...I do not believe this man is ordained.

Okay “undertaker”... may check out more?? I have no idea what they might be expected to know in a historical or modern day setting, let alone space-fantasy. I wouldn’t expect them to have access to holy water though?

Actually wait I need to google the difference between undertaker and gravedigger.

Nevermind, they probably do! Alright then. 

okay all that aside - what is happening with the background music here??? It’s unexpectedly unsettling, kind of.

Okay I switched audio languages briefly to see if the additional religious allusions in like every line from Wolfwood was also reflected in the Eng dub (even more blatant actually) and got hit with “You did get hit by big-ass truck, after all,” which was unexpected enough to make me stop and laugh out loud.

Speaking of which I was kind of expecting them to gloss over that given the cartoony nature of that whole sequence, but huh.

ah jeez what now

...we’re going Dune now?? Alright, okay.

the bug things are also Worms?

“detached electrons” I have no idea what this is supposed to mean. That sounds like it’d cause chemical reactions, which doesn’t look to be the case?

“tool of the trade” as a gun or as a reusable grave marker?

oookay eating the weird glowy bug alive and raw. I mean I guess if they’re Worms, we know they’re edible like that, but uh.  yikes.

assassins that control Worms, huh. that sounds like a lost technology thing, presumably

“I can see it in his eyes” yeah yeah okay lay it on a little thicker oh my god

Roberto vanished while they were having a moment! I’m honestly sure if that was an intentional comedy moment lol

okay my prediction is either another bug or a more worm-looking Worm

there is also like barely any liquid, there is no way digestion is happening that fast

OH LMAO is that what’s been happening!? They’ve just been getting launched??

Okay nvm that doesn’t make much sense and also they’d be less likely to survive it than these two I guess

Ooh I really want to see the Worm’s whole design

I guess that makes sense that is an incredibly acrobatic child.

okay yeah that looks like it’d cause rapid digestion

oh yuck the floor

the cross gun has a fucking skull on it. I don’t have words.

it’s a machine gun

oooh that is a really cool creature design!

so like.  is the kid also a Worm or do they just have some sort of power/technological control over them?

it’s a machine gun that also shoots lazers

it also decently high-tech, but still not entirely sure where it falls in terms of technology type

side note, the consistent mild back-and-forth between Meryl and Wolfwood is great

and now the thing about deserving to eat is linked back to the deserving to cry thing from last episode. great. fantastic. ow.

come to think of it, why are they still travelling with Vash?  just cause they got lumped with him after the last episode, or after more info...?

okay I honestly expected the kid and Wolfwood to actually be two different factions. It makes sense but now I want to know if there are more groups out there.

hold up. narration??

okay. red glowing tubes with characters I can’t read.  that’s not an aesthetic that we’ve seen in this show yet I think?

“the gate that allows access to the higher dimension.” the WHAT

I guess this has to be the ‘Gate’ Knives mentioned last episode, but also higher dimension, what

“his morality and ethics are acting as a defensive measure” ???

oh wait no it is Knives’ group. huh.

those look like plants in the background, but all of them are red.  was it the blue one that was having trouble, then? I assumed blue = alive and red = dead, but that may not be the case.  they’re also markedly smaller than the ones in the town.

“more human than anyone” uhhhhhh not sure I agree with that on principle, but I get what they’re saying. sure, I guess.

lmao wolverine claws

End notes:

Hmm, not sure where to start! First off, I think pacing/tonal issues were more or less entirely absent from this episode! nice.

I think that’s our entire party assembled, aside from Millie, who as I understand it is less of a key figure in TriStamp so far, but not so in other versions?? Anyway.  Nice!  I think they did a good job of establishing the dynamics between the different characters.

I guess the main thing to really speculate on is the Gate thing.  So far seems like simultaneously a physiological thing and a psychological thing. He’s had it for a while, but can’t control it (isn’t aware of it?), but it’s a way to access a higher dimension, but it’s also affected by his state of mind.

Not much by way of explaining the key antagonists or their goals, other than now we have... I guess half a goal? Maybe a step in the process.

Step 1: Collect Plants

Step 2: Utilize Vash’s Gate, allowing access to a higher dimension

Step 3: ???

Step 4: Profit      

#my thoughts #trigun #tristamp liveblog