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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

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— addicted <3

Pairing || yandere Valeria x female reader

Summary || Valeria uses an aphrodisiac on you to make you realize you need her when your escape plan fails.

Warnings || yandere behavior, dub-con, aphrodisiac, knife kink (subtle), mistress/mami kink, hair pulling (reader received), strap-on (reader received), and over-stimulation.

To say you felt hot was an understatement. It was so hot — everything was humid, sweat pouring down your face and body as your skin was sticking to your clothes. You were heaving, head resting against the back of the chair that you’re currently tied to.

There was a sticky feeling, a burning passion in your lower stomach. It was hell.

No matter how much you tried rubbing your thighs, it never satisfied the lechery luring in. The irritated and sopping wet skin was making you mad. Your wetness piling against your underwear. And clearly, she was enjoying it from her peering eyes in front of you.

You have no idea how or why you stood out to the infamous Sin Nombre, but somehow you did. It was quite funny, really. You had met her by accident, running into her with a cup of coffee. The cliché way.

At first, she was nice. Then it resulted in her being more possessive. More protective. Then when learning she was the Sin Nombre, she kidnapped you – locked you up in the famous drug house. You tried to escape, you planned it well. Or so you thought.

It’s not right or ethical, but it’s something. Something you were willing to risk. But, she knew. Knew the entire plan. You don’t know when she noticed truly how deep your loyalty lies. Maybe she’s known since the beginning.

Currently, she has you tied in her bedroom, injected with a drug that was obviously working — the ropes digging in your legs, shoulder, and biceps. It was irritating. But not as hard as the deepening need of being touched.

You could only concentrate on the woman in front of you. Valeria, who you’ve come to know as your wife, was really attractive. But right now, she was more than attractive. Her eyes narrowed at you, left hand occupied with a cigarette as the other one swirled a glass of Whiskey; a sign of her carelessness of your now-attitude. Ignoring you.

“Are you nervous, cariña?”

You swallowed thickly. Looking at her with a cold face, even though you were heaving in sweat. You said nothing. She enjoyed your torture, smirking as if you’re the pet in a circus show.

“I’m getting impatient,” she remarked, standing up as her boots creaked against the olden wooden-boards. She walked over, making sure to place her glass on the table nearby before circling around you – making you feel more scrutinized.

“I must admit, you scared me.” Valeria comments. Doing one more twirl before leaning down to be eye-level with you, the room is deadly silent after her words fade. “You’ve been naughty, no?”

Though, she reached over and held your chin between her thumb and forefinger; her scent of amber and fine wood, mixed with a subtle floral note sweeping in. You could practically taste the Whiskey and cigarettes from her breathing against your cheek.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. It doesn’t help that you felt horny. All sweaty from her warm hands that send shivers down your spine and right down to your cunt. She was saying be afraid. Be obedient.

“Nadie, vendrá an ayudarte,” she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your ear. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to ignore the flamed throb between your lower stomach and cunt, but to no avail, she smirked at your uncomfortable movements.

You feel filthy — body covered in sweat and clothes prickly against your skin. Your hair was greasy, days of not being able to shower other than using a damp towel. But you did bring this upon yourself. It was your punishment, after all.

Tensing at her touch, you tried glamping your thighs shut – wanting to ignore the continuous throb, the familiar need of touch. A kiss. Your arms were neatly folded behind you, but as you tried budging out of them, she let out a chuckle.

“You look so pretty,” she cooed, her hand turning your head right into the direction she wanted you to. Her face moved closer to yours, right beside your ear, and heaved heavily. Valeria licked a strip of your outside shell, nibbling at your lobe before easing her grip onto your shoulder.

Though, as shook back up a bit, Valeria’s tongue roughly invaded your mouth, her hand gripping your hair as her tongue fought for dominance — letting her do as you please as you moaned from the friction of her thick muscle.

The two of you kissed, she moaned. Biting your lip roughly before detaching herself with a trail of saliva, making you whine out, and she let out a laugh. But, her face got serious – eyes darker than you’ve ever seen, and she kneeled down to your level once again.

“Why did you want to escape?” she asked, her hand traveling down to your shirt before pulling out a sharpened knife, which ripping came like thunders in the air and the weight of your shirt and bra disappeared, raining down to the floor in pieces.

Her hands traveled to your breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. She started kneading at them, chuckling out at your gasping of pleasure. “Mm? Why Cariño? Do I not take good care of you?” she inquired.

You said nothing but only whimpered. You were hot. Bothered. The state of being horny. She hummed at your silence, her smirk widening at your resistance.

“What’s got you worked up, querido?” Valeria asked. You could pretty much see the fake frown she wore, acting all innocent. As she waited for an answer, Valeria trailed the side of the knife up and down your arm, cautiously and slowly, letting the metal cool you. Her other hand gripped your shoulder tighter. You let out a sigh at her touches, unable to really keep yourself together anymore.

You shook your head, to which, she gripped your chin harder and made you look at her, making direct eye contact with a look of devious thoughts. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

You swallowed, “It’s… It’s the—,” you lost your train of thought as Valeria’s free hand came down and cupped your tit, giving them a firm squeeze. Her thumbs took turns twisting and pulling at your hardened nipples, making you whine out in pleasure. Your skin was blazing.

“It’s the what?” she teased on.

You felt hot. Extremely hot and wet.

“Oh, g–od,” you murmured, leaning your head back as she chuckles; her mouth enveloping your nipple. You forced yourself to breathe, feeling her knife travel to your stomach, circling around your belly button as she sucked and pulled at your nipples. Making sure to give each one appropriate attention.

“So needy, mi pedacito de cielo,” there was just a hint of mocking in her tone, which didn’t help the wetness still forming between your thighs. You tried clamping your thighs closed, wanting to relieve the continuous assaults.

“Ah, ah,” Valeria purred loudly, reopening your thighs forcibly with her one hand. “A bad girl doesn’t get to relieve herself until her mami says so. Understood?”

Weakly and just as pathetically, you nodded. It was all you could do — you couldn’t trust your voice.

She sinks, grazing her hands all down your body, until she reaches your pants – hooking her fingers into the belt loops and looking up, “Be a good girl and you might win the prize.”

You feel your panties soak at her words. Weak moans escape your throat as she pulls on your nipples one last time before unbuttoning your pants, slightly lifting you up as she slid them and your soaked underwear off.

“So wet for me,” Valeria cooed, picking up the knife once again as she traced the knife near your neck, being dragged over your hot skin. “And all from me twirling a knife? How pathetic, don’t you think? It’s a knife, amor. A weapon. Could slice through anything and yet it turns you on?”

You let out a small whimper as she got back from the ground, twirling right behind you as she undid the ropes that were keeping you bound. Though, she pulled you up by your forearm until you were standing, too. Your legs were shaking, but you didn’t have it in yourself to stop her.

With a single quick sweep of her movements, Valeria grabbed you and pushed your face down on a table in front of you. You tried getting up, not because you wanted to, but because you wanted to see what she was going to do from behind you.

But, her hand roughly slapped your ass, “Stay down.” she commanded, leaving you to whimper as she pushed your legs further apart. Her voice was hard, and it turned you more on than ever.

You heard her belt undoing and the soft thud of her pants falling down. The familiar sound of a shirt dropping and a bra unclipping. For a second, the thought of her going to her knees, licking a strip up and down your cunt was forward. But when she came in front of you, a black strap-on in her hand as her naked body showed off, your mouth watered.

Gulping in excited anticipation, you looked up at her. She pulled the strap-on over her legs and retreated in front of you. The most beautiful, devious smile spreads across her face as she hovers over you, her eyes dark and full of lust. “C’mon, get your mouth wide open, pup. You have to suck my cock, first. Get it nice and wet, hmm?”

Valeria grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to yelp as you were practically dripping. Your wetness smears around and down your thighs, body shaking from adrenaline and excitement.

“What do you say, pup?” she taunted. “You have manners, don’t you?”

“Y–es mami,” you mused, biting your lips.

“Good girl,” she purred, grabbing the side of your head, as well as the toy, and pushed it against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth. You gladly accepted the toy, letting it fill your entire mouth. It just barely fit, and you gagged around it as Valeria pushed the whole thing in until it was hitting the back of your throat.

When there was no more room in your mouth, you smiled as best you could while looking up for approval. “Atta’ girl,” Valeria chuckled. She released her fingers from your hair, allowing you to take a small pill of control. Your hands took hold of her hips, trying to ignore how her pussy glistened as you bobbed your head up and down.

She watched you with a proud smirk spread across her features. Her hands found their way on top of your own. She hummed as you moved your mouth back and forth on the toy, “I think that’s good enough.” Valeria pulled you away from the strap, and when her fingers grazed against your skin, you trembled and let out a sly moan.

In swift movements, she managed to remove herself from in front of you to behind, her hand rested on the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down. A loud mewl tore through you as pleasurable pain surged through your right ass cheek, Valeria chuckling darkly at your reaction.

She massaged the stung flesh, rubbing it away as she repositioned your legs open, her hands dragging downward lines and shapes on your soft, malleable flesh of the inside of your thigh. Valeria gleamed down at your dripping cunt. It’s all for her. And oh, how she was going to ravage you.

Valeria clicked her tongue, raising her nimble fingers through your shiny folds, collecting your slick on her fingertips.

“My poor baby. What a needy thing,” she tutted, fingers playing around your hole, teasing by circling around and pushing ever so slightly. You bucked your hips, but to no avail, she kept teasing. Instead, she swiped her fingers up, finally finding your buzzing clit and playing with it in soft circles.

You moaned out, fingers scraping at the polished wood of the desk, warmth quickly pooling in the pit of your stomach.

“Mami- please!”

“Please, what?” she asked, running the toy through your sopping folds. Your mouth fell agape in soundless moans, but let out a yelp as her hand, that was holding the nap of your neck, now tangled in your roots and yanked your hair backward towards herself.

“Fuck!” you slurred, skin prickling with desire and need.

Her fingers swiped over your swollen clit at a quicker pace, a sly smirk curling over her pretty lips; watching how your fingers curled into a fist, shaking with electricity, the obvious throb between your legs beginning to clock your judgment.

“Fe–els so good,” you whined.

“What feels good? My fingers?” she gave a small pinch for emphasis, making you jolt. You stupidly nodded, too focused on the feeling of her fingers circling your clit.

You whimpered when you felt her rub the cock over your wet folds, but that was all the indication you got before she slammed the length into your pulsing hole. Furthermore, you moaned out like a whore, feeling the silicone sock stretching your walls.

“Val…” you sobbed half her name as she began thrusting into you. She was rough, the desk shaking with force as some papers – which were stained with sweat – flung off the table and onto the ground.

Your head was spinning, her cock buried in your cunt and the harness around her waist lights your skin on fire, thighs slapping against the back of yours with each experimental thrust. Your legs trembled with the way she was pumping into you.

“Buena niña, such a cock hungry whore.”

“Valeria!” you squealed out. Her filthy words were getting to your head, making you wail out cries when you felt her hand slap your ass once again. “It’s mami for you.”

“M… Mami!” you cried out, and the words seemed oddly perfect in your mouth. Her hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. Valeria’s eyes crinkle and lashes speck her vision as she watches the way your spine bends, shoulders squared back as she fucks you on the toy cock. Her toy cock.

“Going to fuck you till you’re dumb. You’d like that, huh? Head so empty now, isn’t it?”

You blindly nodded, not even comprehending what she was saying anymore. Her words were arousing you more than ever, and you never wanted her to stop fucking you. “Oh g–od! Fuck, yes! Please, mami!” you mindlessly mumbled.

Your eyes were closed and mouth wide open, drool coming down and spilling on the desk and smearing on your cheek. Your body had gone lax, making her ram into you more, finally channeling the need of lust within your bones.

“You just like being a hole for me, don’t you? Are you a whore just for me?”

When you didn’t answer and just kept moaning, Valeria spanked you again. Your eyes flew open, and she smirked as you came back to the land of the living.

“I asked, are you a whore for me?” your body was a hot wire ready to go off and with her asking questions were making you practically dizzy.

You moaned as the dildo hit that spot perfectly, “Jus’ for you, mami! No one else!”

Her chest swelled up with pride, watching how your hips moved back a little, back arching more and more, legs shaking, body sweating, and your sweet moans feeding her ego. Yeah. She’s for you. You need her. Just like how she needs you.

“Yeah? Just for me?”

“All for you, Mami!” you meekly answered, toes curling as her cock hit that spot over, over, and over again.

Her slender fingers went down, rubbing tight circles over your clit, hand cramping and knuckles bending to make you jolt the way she likes.

The cocky smirk never leaves her lips, free hand sunken into your waist. Her back arches, hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. “Cojeme!” Valeria yelled, she licks over her lower lip and sucks on her teeth.

Her fingers leave your clit as soon as your breath starts to speed up. And on the behalf of her ramming into you, out of the corner of your eye, you can see her tongue roll out. Her pink muscle flats as she sticks her fingers in her mouth and sucks your juices off them.

Without warning, your orgasm hit you like a train, hard and high. The knot in the bottom of your stomach snapped, and your release washed over you. Your face was drenched in sweat as your body shook from the force of it. Volcano stars burst behind your eyes as you floated on the strong currents of your bliss.

Valeria fucked you through your orgasm, her thrusts going uncoordinated till she stops completely, heaving heavily as her lips attached to your neck; sucking and pulling at your melted-teasing skin that was on fire.

However, it was clear the woman behind you was not done. Not even near. Her hand gripped your chin, making your head turn as her nose bumps against yours and drool soaks her chin, tilting her head and sliding her tongue to deepen your kiss.

Her breasts were resting against your back, sweat pooling against both of your hot skin. One of her hands decided to travel down to your overstimulated pussy, collecting your slickness and playing with your buzzed clit, while her other hand with blunt nails grazed down your sides.

“S–top,” you mewled, feeling the rise of the drug in use.

Valeria chuckled, before saying something that sent shivers down your spine and down to your pussy as her hips started rocking back and forth.

“Look how well you’re sucking me in with that greedy cunt of yours!” Another laugh leaves her when your pupils dilate, back arching off the table. She rolls her hips faster, thighs slapping against yours.

“Since you’ve been a bad girl, I’ll need to fuck the idea of the outside till you know your place.”

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feralrakun · 1 year

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Horangi from other side of the telephone that Valerie holds on her hand without listening to him: WHAT THE FUCK- HOW THE FUCK-

Alejandro: what the fuck is going on?

Valerie continuing to read Prejudice and Pride: hmm hm I think like that too

Horangi in yelling voice that can be heard from the other side of the room even from the phone: FUCK THAT, THEY FUCKING NEED TO BE OUT THEIR FUCKING MINDS! LOOK I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT HE'S A-

Rudy: you know könig? The tall one with social anxiety. Apparently he's a colonel now and Horangi is kinda angry about it.

Horangi: ...GREAT SOLDIER BUT THAT MOTHER FUCKER WEAR A FUCKING BIKE HELMET AND A BLEACHED TSHIRT AS A SNIPER RIFLE!

Alejandro: oh- HOW THE FUCK THAT MAN OUTRANKS ALL OF THE 141? ESPECIALLY PRICE. HE COULDN'T BE EVEN A SNIPER-

Rudy: shit- Valerie help.

(Korean phrases that's surely curses can be heard from the other side of telephone)

Valerie gasps as the drama thicks on the book: shhh pendejos and hoe give me one second. They about get married.

Horangi with a calm voice : oki oki. Tell me what happened when you finish. Good bye Rudy and Ale! And you my favourite bitch!

Rudy: ...

#horangi #alejandro vargas #valeria cod #rodolfo cod #rodolfo parra #horangi cod #könig cod #alejandro cod #fucking hate taging cod characters<3 #call of duty #Valerie calling Horangi hoe is my new favourite headcanon #they're mean mlm and meaner wlw solidarity you honour

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wherethedeadneversleep · 7 months

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Secrets Unleashed

Eris welcomed the familiar, pleasant ache between her legs as she climbed out of bed and proceeded to dress herself.

“I have a surprise for you, Lord Hades,” she revealed, her voice sounding rather… happy. It was a lighthearted tone, similar to whenever she talked about her true love, Lucifer. While the thought of her beloved angel made her heart swell, it was unknown how long it would be until she’d see him again. For now, she would focus on the present matters at hand.

“Care to come with me to the Fields of Mourning when you are ready?” Eris proposed, now glancing over her shoulder at Hades with a roguish smile on her face.

~* ELSEWHERE *~

“You got suckered by Mother, didn’t you?”

Nosoi sneered at her sister’s taunt. She batted at her face, but her fingertips missed her by a hair. Lethe laughed as she bounced away, allowing herself to twirl around like a ballerina. All around them wandered the souls whose love was wasted away. Human spirits whose grief was too great to forget even with death were doomed to amble about these mystical fields for all eternity.

“I can’t believe she was put into another body,” Nosoi said as she sat on a fallen log, with sunken shoulders, and her face twisted as if she’d bitten into a lemon. “I didn’t know it was her until it was too late. Considering what happened, shouldn’t that have been a sign that Lucifer will never like her?”

Lethe hummed as she spun about a few more times before sitting next to her grumpy sister. “Believe me, I wish I could make her forget about that angel, but our powers are immune to our dear mother.”

Both women sensed the impending arrival of their sole parent, along with a much greater entity, and they instantly stood on their feet. Lethe winked at Nosoi and whispered, “Time for me to return to the River of Oblivion. Good luck!”

Nosoi scowled at Lethe’s cheerfulness as she teleported away. What a bitch. If she were in her shoes, she certainly would NOT be so happy.

Squaring her shoulders, Nosoi knelt to one knee and bowed her head - it wasn’t for her mother’s sake, but rather, for the ultimate ruler of the underworld.

Hades wasn't sure what exactly led up to this moment or how it even happened. The only woman he ever welcomed into his bed was his one and only. Needless to say, he spent many long nights alone because of it, at least until now.

" You have a surprise for me and you sound quite happy about it? " A curious brow lifted as he raised his head from the pillow of the bed, elbow against the mattress to prop himself up. His eyes watched her as she dressed. " Now you have me extremely curious. " He admitted.

As much as he would rather stay in bed something in the pit of his gut told him he should give follow. So without saying anything he grabbed the sheet covering his waist and tossed it to the side. Now sitting on the edge of the bed he grabbed his jeans and slipped them on. His button-up shirt was grabbed from the bed table and slipped over his shoulders but he did not attempt to button it up. " Now what exactly am I going to be seeing at the Fields of Mourning that I haven't seen a million times before? " He asked just as he walked up behind her with palms resting against her hips.

Eris welcomed not only the sound of Hades’ voice but his touch as well. She still couldn’t believe what took place between them, but she wasn’t going to complain at all. If what he did to her in bed could be a daily activity for them, then she wouldn’t mind spending more time with him.

But now onto more serious matters at hand. Eris instructed Nosoi to rise. Upon doing so, the younger woman gave a brief but startled pause, only because she saw her mother… with LORD HADES so close to her. Touching her… Oh, she wanted to throw up. Not because of Hades, but rather… her mother was a complete nutcase whose hyper-fixation on Lucifer would undoubtedly kill their entire family.

Eris’ eyes bore upon her, and she swiftly came back to her senses.

“Upon your request, Mother, I dug through some of my old tricks that I thought I lost during my imprisonment in Pandora’s box. While you were ‘busy’ with Master Hades, I did as you instructed.”

With a smarmy expression on her face, Eris asked, “And what would that be, my sweet Nosoi?”

Nosoi rolled her eyes, like a teenager getting a lecture from her parent, but replied, “To take out Gunner Logan.”

As the daimon of diseases, and sickness, Nosoi was nefarious for unleashing sweeps of plagues upon mankind during Ancient Greece, until she and many others of her kind were trapped inside Pandroa’s box. Talk about setbacks in her progress. It was only after the box was opened did Nosoi and everyone else gained their freedom, leaving behind Hope to fend for itself.

Knowing this pertained more to Hades than Eris, Nosoi spoke directly to the god of the underworld.

“I discovered that the Logan family has quite a long line that goes quite far back, eons, to where at one point, they were nearly wiped out due to a virus I unleashed right before my reign of fun ended. It affected shapeshifting beasts, and many of the Logans were killed off because of this masterpiece of mine. Less than ten percent survived the aftermath. It was a horrible, horrible way to die, as your organs shut down, muscles weaken, your bones shatter, you lose your senses - a nasty way to go, but that was the point of my creation.”

Nosoi snapped her fingers, and a swirling funnel of darkness surrounded her from the ground she stood upon, then swiftly shot straight up into the sky, vanishing to the Mortal Realm.

Eris clapped gleefully. “As much as I’d rather have the entire family wiped out, I understand you only have enough power to take out one of them. Who better than the one who stands in the way of our Master Hades’ beloved, hmm?”

The sun had just set as Gunner rounded the bend on the road with his motorcycle. It was the scenic route back home, but he enjoyed it, as it was one of the few times he felt at peace.

An icy chill ran down his spine, followed by darkness.

“What the fuck?!” he snarled as he attempted to veer to the side of the road and pull over. He traveled this way countless times since moving to Santa Carla so that he could find his way blindfolded. Yet he could no longer feel any of his limbs, and an electrifying headache exploded in his skull.

He let out a gut-wrenching howl as he smashed into the guard rail. His body flew off his bike, and he went over and down the hillside, all the while his insides were shutting down. Every kind of pain he experienced in his life was smashing him without mercy. Bright lights flashed in his mind’s eye, while blood trickled out of his nose, ears, and mouth. He couldn’t even suck in the air, as his blood filled his throat.

It all happened too fast, so fast that he could barely string any coherent sentences. Even as his shattered body continued to roll down the forested hillside, and the plants and roots enveloped him, he managed to think about his family: his girls, his son, the grandchildren, and of course his wife.

Goddammit, this… whatever this was… it was not how he wanted to die! What a fucked way to be taken out…

‘Sonya,’ he thought, as his consciousness slipped away. ‘I don’t wanna go like this… not without seeing ya one last time…’

Anyone who would dare to say that his plans and moves weren't carefully thought out and planned this time around would be lying through their teeth. Hades had an array of helpers this time and while they were out and about stirring up trouble, left and right .. no one was any wiser to the fact that he was the man standing behind it all. All those years wasting away inside a coffin box with a dagger bore inside his chest only made him wiser and more strategic.

His hand shifted away from Eris' waist as he moved closer to Nosoi ─ one of Eris' many children. From the moment she made mention of taking out Gunner, she had his full undivided attention. Plagues swept across the earth for eons, be it biblical, manmade, or crafted weapons such as Nosoi's. To hear that her time spent in Pandora's box hadn't completely stripped her of her talents was pleasing to hear.

" The only true shame in that is those small ten percent survived. I would have saved us less trouble here in the now. " Hades remarked, but with every word, she spoke his eye darkened with delight. There was nothing more he would like to do than watch the Mutt suffer in unimaginable ways. The main reason why he kept that dagger worn so close to him. A reminder of what is soon to come for Gunner Logan.

His eyes peered back to Eris as she cheered then they were back on Nosoi. " You will not go unrewarded for your troubles, child. " The god of the underworld reached out to clasp her chin between his fingers. " Should this little treat of yours play out in our favor then I will personally see to it you get your just rewards. " Now pulling himself back away from Nosoi he asked while preparing a visual for them to all witness. " How long before it finds its target? "

The last few days Sonya had spent working on Heather's wedding dress. While it was almost perfect on its own it still needed a few finishing touches to make it an unforgettable one-of-a-kind dress. Much like herself, Heather deserved the best and she would make sure the girl didn't settle for less than just that.

As she pulled the needle and string through the elegant fabric her hands became rather numb, so much so that the needle and tread slipped from her grasp and dangled from the dress. Only moments later did her vision go astray when it suddenly felt as if someone had clubbed her in the back of her skull.

Her body crashed to the ground as if her legs had been taken out from under her. Pain seared through both of them and that was when the deadest of chills soared straight down her spine. Nails dug at the floor as she fought to steady herself. It had felt as if someone had just reached in and torn her heart her very chest. Something happened, something was wrong with Gunner. She fought with everything she had within her to block out the pain long enough to focus on his whereabouts.

At this point, tears were streaming down her face. Eyeliner streaking her pale complexion. Her husband was not going to die, she wouldn't allow it. " Peter ... " She called out to the closest to her. " Come find me, Urgent .." She instructed just as she was able to locate Gunner and teleport to his side.

" No no. This can't be happening! " She cried out with her hands on both sides of Gunner's face. Why wasn't he healing from his wounds? Her own body was now being wrecked with not only the pain she was experiencing from Gunner but also grief and horror. " You can't leave me like this. " She wept and sobbed against his chest. She couldn't even link with him, nothing but silence was coming from him. " PETER !!!! " She cried out once again. " PLEASE !!! "

Nosoi rocked back on her heels as the visual of Gunner's broken and bloodied body lay on the bottom of the forest floor, high above the highway, where nobody would have a chance to see him.

"The virus had already opened up in his system and is just about finished," she stated proudly. "I apologize you weren't able to see the initial attack, Master. However, the quicker the wolf is finished off, the better it will be for you to reclaim what is rightful yours."

This virus was swift and merciless. With Gunner's advanced age, his healing factor wouldn't work fast enough to heal the damage. There was no going back. Only those who lived during the height of the virus had a slim chance of surviving.

When Eris saw a weak and defeated Sonya appear before them, she chuckled quietly. Ohhh dear, she'd forgotten the whole "bonded thing" between vampire and wolf. Seeing how awful Gunner looked, Sonya had to be an absolute wreck on the inside. Good! She deserved it for choosing a dog over Hades.

Setting his empty bourbon glass on the counter, Peter frowned as he heard a disturbance in the next room. He knew his daughter was in there, working on Heather's dress, and was warned not to sneak a peak before the wedding. He was compelled to follow tradition, but it was only when he heard Sonya call out to him so urgently did he react. Something was wrong. Typically capable of handling herself against just about anyone, she wouldn't call upon him unless it was absolutely urgent and troublesome.

Upon entering the next room, he saw the unfinished wedding dress on the floor, and Sonya was no longer in sight. Scratch marks were visible, along with tear stains near the dress.

That was when he heard her again, only this time, it resounded in his mind like a ghost haunting the halls of his memories. As her sire, he was connected to her, so he knew where to find her when she cried out for him desperately.

In the blink of an eye, Peter was outside, at the bottom of a road embankment not too far from the estate. It was thick with plants and shrubs, but it was also the sight of a broken, mangled motorcycle, and the lifeless body of Gunner, with Sonya hovering over him, sobbing. The alpha vampire was confused. This was an accident Gunner should have walked away from with some scratches and bruising at the most. His healing factor would eventually bring him back to full strength - yet he was so still, and no matter how much Sonya pleaded with him, he wasn't moving.

Seeing his daughter so heartbroken tugged on Peter's soul. She was a brave and fearless woman who didn't care for men, due to her horrid history with a particular ex. Gunner had been the first man to mend her emotional wounds and showed her how to love once more, no matter how checked her past was. And while Peter would be hellbent on admitting so, he was grateful for Gunner Logan's presence in her life... but now, it looked like something else decided to take her away from him.

No, Peter would not permit this.

'Heather, I apologize, but brace yourself,' he warned his fiancée telepathically as he knelt next to Sonya, bit into the pad of his thumb until he drew blood, then placed a hand upon her shoulder. Using his nails, he punctured her flesh until he drew blood from her, where his blood mingled with hers.

A sheer force of pain instantly swept up his arm and flowed throughout his body like liquid fire. Holding back a scream of pain, he forced himself to concentrate, and that was when he found the answer to his earlier question. Sonya, being bonded to Gunner, reacted to this very situation. But it was clear this wasn't anything ordinary. From what he could sense through Sonya, this attack on Gunner had ties to the past, one that offered a grim outcome. The likes of himself and Sonya would survive, due to their biological makeup as vampires. But for creatures like Gunner, there was no future. This THING inside Gunner was too strong, and his body clearly couldn't win.

Gritting his teeth, he mentally spoke to Sonya while preparing himself for more onslaught of pain.

'I'm taking some of this agony from you, so you can focus and save your husband! You must make him physically young again if he can recover from this attack... He can't remain like this, but if he's young enough, his body can fight this infection and heal!'

Eris watched the manic chaos that surrounded Sonya, as she desperately tried everything she could to coax Gunner to stay conscious and plead with her vampire father, Peter, to aid her. It was simply pathetic, and it made her smile with pure joy. Using her bond to keep her lover alive was killing her, and the goddess of discord enjoyed knowing this. This was fantastic to watch!

Nosoi frowned as two new individuals appeared alongside the dying werewolf in the image they were using to watch everything that transpired.

"Who are they?" the malevolent daemon questioned with a raised brow.

"Unwanted guests!" Eris seethed.

Valeria had to lean against Drake momentarily as soon as they arrived at their new destination, to catch her balance. Unlike the first time, when she arrived in a spacious bedroom lost in lust, she was now outside in the cold and surrounded by thorns, mud, and roots. Not to mention, there was a woman frantically beside herself, a young blond couple, and a bloodied victim on the ground - yes, the one who needed help.

Without hesitation, the ancient witch held out her palm toward Gunner and closed her eyes. Reading his fractured thoughts, she winced as she was roughly lashed with the ferocious pain he was experiencing and it nearly snapped her head back. By the gods, it was a nightmare. He was being assaulted by a fierce monster from within that was beyond comprehension. He needed to be moved away from here as soon as possible, someplace safe. First, she would do her best to ease the pain.

"I'm shutting down your nervous system telepathically," she explained to the gravely wounded werewolf with a grimace. At least, he wouldn't feel any more pain, but already, she was sweating bullets. This virus was relentless. They had to move fast. She was going to be working non-stop mentally until this situation was resolved. "As soon as we can relocate you, the sooner we can figure out a way to help you."

Seeing Gunner Logan in so much pain brought pure pleasure to Hades. There was nothing he wanted more than to see that mutt suffer even half as severely as he had while having that dagger implanted in his chest. Sonya's pain on the other hand wasn't as enjoyable. However, he would rather have her dead than with someone so unworthy of her. If she died, there would be no purgatory for her. He would ensure she traveled directly to him. So be it if that was the only way.

" Nosoi ..." Hades' eyes darkened as he looked at her. " Can they cure him? " Should she give him the wrong answer he would hold her personally accountable for this for allowing him to get his hopes up and for creating a potential situation that Drake could track back to him after he had managed to keep his nose clean for this long.

Heather was in her room attending to her and Peter's affairs ─ only to have Peter rush inside and grab her by the arm before she could even question. Moments later she found herself outside along the sloping hillside that led to the estate. Gunner was badly injured, but it didn't appear as if his healing abilities were working. Sonya was in a state of her own. Heather rushed to the other side of Sonya and knelt beside Gunner. She was welcomed by Sonya and Gunner from the get-go, and Sonya went above and beyond to make her feel at home. It literally shattered her undead heart to see either of them in this state.

She turned with a nod of her head as Peter warned her to brace herself for the impact he was about to unleash on her. There was no doubt in her mind that what was coming next would not be pleasant. She would endure whatever pain she had to endure if it meant helping her family. The pain spread like a chain-link fence from Gunner to Sonya to Peter and finally hit her like a ton of bricks. She stumbled back until she was seated on the grassy hillside. Tears spilled over her eyes and her mouth parted as she tried to fight through the pain. Never once did she cry out because all their attention had to be on Gunner.

Drake nearly stumbled back when Valarie took into her the pain coursing through Gunner's body. It had been a very long time since Drake a felt such a power or connection. It only proved that they had to work quickly. The sooner they could figure out what was wrong with him the quicker they could figure out who was behind this. This meant that he could end someone's life as quickly as possible.

Between Peter, Heater, and the newcomer with her father taking some of the pain from herself and Gunner, it allowed her a moment to focus on what Peter told her just moments ago ─ to make Gunner young again. She had only tempted a feat like that once before and it was on Peter. However, it cost Peter's memories. Perhaps there was something she could change within the spell to prevent that from happening to Gunner. The only thing she could imagine worse than Gunner's death was to have him alive and yet not remember her or their son. That would be a fate worse than death for her.

Pushing herself up from the ground with her palms she studied Gunner's face as she spoke to the others. " I think I know what needs to be done. We need to get him back to the estate. " Her eyes now turned to her father's and the newcomer.

" Say no more. " Drake yelled as she moved into action, ensuring everyone was touching each other. It would take a lot out of him to teleport the entire group but it had to be done. They couldn't risk anyone breaking their connection with Gunner when Sonya was now clear-headed enough to speak and move. Once he was sure everyone was joined together his eyes closed and with everything he had within him, he reformed the group in the sitting hall of the estate. Once everyone was firmly and safely placed he stumbled over to grab the nearest chair. He needed a moment to recover.

Nosoi swallowed hard upon Hades' question. There was no single DOUBT in her mind that she had complete control over her abilities. The only hero who ever came close to standing up to her was King Oedipus. Surely these pitiful, foul creatures wouldn't come even close!

"Not in this lifetime," she snarled, as she boldly stood in front of the mirror. Even as the scenery changed to that of an interior setting, her wicked powers activated once more.

Pride swelled within Eris as she watched her daughter at work. Her sons and daughters were all sinister and cruel like her. No matter what, they represented her to the very core: the embodiment of strife and discord. Unless the poor fool was able to travel back in time and challenge her magic from when it was possible to fairly match her head on, Gunner Logan would be no more!

Nosoi's eyes turned pure black, as the tips of her fingers produced flames of darkness.

"All ye weary in body and burdened with disease," she chanted in a disembodied voice, "whose hearts are faint within you - suffer! Thou quaking terror of disease, waste, pestilence, and despair!"

The flames exploded from Nosoi and fanned into the mirror itself, where it would travel to its final destination…

As much as Valeria wanted to be at Drake's side, she knew it was important to help the dying werewolf. She couldn't break her concentration on him. He was an important part of this family. While continuing to keep Gunner's nervous system shut down, she used her telekinesis to keep him afloat, but stretched out, while close to Sonya. Meanwhile, Peter kept Heather close, and placed a chaste kiss upon her temple, before glancing over at Drake.

"What Sonya will do for Gunner once helped me years ago," he informed his sire. "It won't be without consequence, but it has to be done right now."

As far as his personal history with werewolves, Peter had never seen any of them brutalized like Gunner. Whatever or whoever was behind this attack must have had one wicked grudge against him. While he could think of a few names, none of them had this particular STYLE of torture…

Valeria's eyes widened as she sensed an onslaught of dark magic heading their way. It came out of nowhere, and it sent shivers down her very spine.

"Sonya…!" she whispered fearfully. She didn't want to rush her, but whatever this magic assault was, it wasn't going to slow down. At the speed it was going, it was like a meteor ready to slam into the earth.

While Hades greatly enjoyed watching Gunner Logan suffer he would rather him just die rather than give that family a chance to reverse what had been done. After all the long months he spent buried alive with that dagger in his chest - for all the pain he endured during that time he deserved nothing short of all the misery and pain inflicted upon him.

His eyes narrowed as his fists balled at his sides. For Nosoi's sake, he hoped the words she spoke were true. While he would not directly kill one of Eris' children due to their partnership that did not mean he would not stick Nosoi in a hell that would make Pandora's Box look like a dream. Eris knew this before enlisting her daughter's help.

Hades would not let his cover be blown over someone else's foolish mistakes.

As she began to chant Hades walked up behind her and placed his hand upon her shoulder. His grip was a little tighter than needed. This was his way of letting her know he would not take failure lightly.

Nosoi should have reminded herself that she was no longer standing against those who stood in her own time. Many things changed while she was locked away. It would have been easy for him to see it done years ago if it had been such an easy feat.

" Disappointment is not something I handle well. " He would lightly comment close to her ear as he watched the sheer panic strike from their next hit.

Heather was relieved when Peter's pain was removed and she no longer felt the pain that the others were experiencing. Her grief and sadness remained, however. It seemed like their family couldn't catch a break. There was always someone lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike them down. Now more than ever she was determined to up her training so that she could help when things like that happened to their family. She knew how Sonya must be feeling right now. She felt the same way when DJ X and that damn Rachel shot that bomb into his chest. The idea of losing the very person that gives you life and meaning - there could be no fate worse than that.

" Whatever needs to be done should be done. We'll deal with whatever consequences when they happen. " Drake instructed and nodded at Peter. Even though his strength from the teleportation was slowly returning and he could now stand without something holding him upright he still felt helpless. While he was one of the strongest creatures on earth he did not possess the skills of magic the way his daughter did. A trait she picked up from her mother and dare he say Hades himself.

" Anything you need just name it. "

" Keep him alive at all costs! " Sonya instructed everyone as she vanished from the room they all resided in. She quickly rematerialized in her magic room at the top of the estate. She nearly tore the room apart looking for a vial of water but not just any vial. The contents inside contained two very special waters. One was from the fountain of youth which they all stumbled across when they all traveled to awaken Drake from his slumber. The other water inside was from the Underworld river of Lethe. It was that water that would prove to be their biggest problem since it was the river of forgetfulness.

Soon enough Sonya returned to her husband's side and from the looks of everyone it wasn't a moment too soon. She held the vial high in the air with one hand and kissed Gunner's forehead. The moment she touched him she was wrecked with pain again but this time she fought through it with Valeria's aid. Her free hand was placed upon his chest as she chanted.

" " de manu Dei! de manu hominis. A sanguine cordis mei in aeternum tabescet! Aufer maledictionem tuam ab hoc homine! Remove Letheum ab hac ampulla! " "

Her eyes turned fire red as black magic bore through her body. She found enough strength inside her to place the vial on Gunner's lips and forced him to drink its contents. As the last drop spilled from the vial and into his mouth a flash of dark smoke exploded in the room. This sent Sonya sailing across the room and crashing into the nearest wall.

Gunner couldn't remember the last time he was surrounded by pure silence. It was surreal, to the point where he couldn't take it. Something was wrong. He had to open his eyes.

An enormous wolf with sleek, dark fur and red eyes greeted him in a dark forest. Mist wafted around the creature, but Gunner immediately knew who this beast was, because they were one and the same.

"What's going on?" he asked his inner beast. "What the fuck happened back there?"

He took a step forward, only to tumble to the forest floor. Wet grass cushioned his naked form. The air was so cold it bit his skin.

'You nearly died,' the large wolf stated as he approached his other half in human form. 'Our family was nearly wiped out centuries ago by this disease that once flowed in your body. Just know that when you wake up, your world will not exactly be the same. It's been a while since we've had this moment together, you and I. You've been in control of yourself for so long, I would've thought you'd forgotten what I looked like.'

Gunner blinked slowly. He truly couldn't remember the last time he spoke to his inner wolf, but… now was not the time for such sentiments. He struggled to push himself up to a sitting position using his elbows. Groggy couldn't even begin to describe how he felt. He wanted to go back to sleep and rest, but he knew he couldn't. Something… someone wanted him to wake up.

'Your mate,' the inner beast reminded him. 'She won't let you die, just like you won't let her go.'

Gunner furrowed his brows as he finally managed to sit upright. "She?" he queried.

Blazing red hair, followed by piercing eyes, and full red lips flashed in his mind's eyes.

"Sonya," he whispered. That was all he could remember.

The wolf before him vanished in a haze of darkness, and the forest disappeared with him.

Gunner let out a gasp as he sat up, panting heavily. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and sweat dripped down the sides of his temple. Reaching up, he touched his lower lip to find a drop of liquid lingering - not blood, and not his.

"Looks like you've done it," Peter stated to Sonya, as he helped his daughter to her feet. Her body had made a nasty impact on the wall, leaving a spider web of cracks that reached halfway up the ceiling. Even through the darkness, Peter didn't hesitate to make haste and recover her. Once the darkness and smoke cleared, it was easier to inspect the near the disaster that could have taken place, had Sonya not acted as swiftly as she did.

Valeria, who was closest to Gunner, wore a concerned expression on her face. Taking a step back, she used her telekinesis to help Gunner to his feet.

"Who're you?" Gunner asked briskly before he saw Sonya across the room. "What happened?"

Unaware of any changes to his body, or any memory of what happened to have gotten him in such a position, he hurried over to his wife.

Nosoi was motionless as the plague she'd unleashed upon Gunner disappeared, thanks to the efforts of his wife, Sonya. She was completely dumbfounded. How could anyone, let alone in this century, upstage her magic? Impossible! And worse, Gunner had been changed into a young man, therefore, the plague would not work on him. It was made ready to destroy his aging, older body - not a young one fit to fight off her ailments!

The daimon swallowed hard, as her confidence completely vanished. The reality of her failure in front of Hades hit her like a rock to her skull.

"Mother…" Nosoi whispered, hoping beyond hope, that her own creator would be able to plead with the god of the underworld to go easy on her punishment.

Instead, Eris turned her nose upon her daughter and turned her back to her.

"How could you do this to me!" the goddess exclaimed. Any concern for her own was vacant, only to be replaced by sheer irritation. "You are an absolute disappointment. I don't care what Master Hades does to you, but how dare you humiliate me like this!"

Reflecting on their shared experiences, Drake recalled the countless times Sonya had effortlessly conjured spells that left him in awe. Her control over elemental forces was unparalleled, and her mastery of intricate enchantments surpassed even seasoned practitioners. It was as if she had inherited an innate understanding of magic, flowing through her veins like a powerful current.

Drake realized that his oversight stemmed from his own preconceived notions about magical aptitude. He had assumed that Sonya's progress would be gradual, like any other aspiring mage. But now he understood that her heritage played a significant role in accelerating her growth. He should have seen it the moment Sonya was able to resurrect her mother from the dead. The implications of such a miraculous feat were staggering, yet he had dismissed it as a mere coincidence or an elaborate illusion. Little did he know that this event would unravel a series of extraordinary events that would challenge everything he thought he knew about life and death. What she had just managed to do with Gunner was even beyond his understanding. But as the darkness dissipated from the room and the current threat was over for now he shifted across the room to Valeria's side since Peter was attending to Sonya.

" Her name is Valeria. "

Sonya had always been drawn to the mysterious and enigmatic realm of dark magic. From a young age, she had delved into ancient texts, studying forbidden spells and rituals that most would shy away from. She had witnessed the power it held, the raw energy that surged through her veins whenever she tapped into its depths. But this blast was different. It was as if an abyss had opened up before her, unleashing a torrent of malevolence that threatened to consume everything in its path. The sheer magnitude of darkness pulsating within it sent shivers down her spine, causing her heart to race with both fear and exhilaration. As the dust settled and the echoes of the blast faded away, Sonya found herself standing amidst the aftermath. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by Peter's voice.

" I'll be alright. " As she stood up, she could feel the weight of exhaustion pulling her down. The aftermath of the blast had left her trembling, her muscles weak and unsteady. Every step felt like a monumental effort as if she were wading through thick mud. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heartbeat and calm the swirling chaos within her mind. The residual energy from the spell still crackled around her, leaving an electric buzz in the air. She couldn't bring herself to look in Gunner's direction in fear that his memories had evaded him. It had been enough for her to just hear Peter's confirmation that the spell had worked.

" You were dying and we did what we had to to save your life. "

As the echoes of Hades' roar reverberated through the dark caverns of the underworld, his frustration grew into a seething anger. He had entrusted Nosoi with a crucial task and she had failed him miserably. But time and time again, their plans had crumbled like sand slipping through his fingers, he knew his trust should not spread past Eris and Darius. They were the only two who managed to get the job done without costly mistakes like this one.

It was probably a good thing that Eris had no regard for the punishment he was about to unleash upon her daughter for her failure. His wrath would be fierce and merciless. Hades snapped his fingers and within an instant, Nosoi was locked in the spot she was standing in. Hades, the formidable ruler of the underworld, gazed at Nosoi with a cold, calculating stare. He knew that even though she was trapped in her current position, her cunning and resourcefulness could still pose a threat to his dominion. Hades had learned long ago that underestimating his adversaries could lead to disastrous consequences.

" I warned you what failure would bring. You not only failed in your task but you also opened a window to our discovery. Your punishment for this will be far worse than what any death could bring you. "

With a wave of Hades hand, Pandora's box appeared at Nosoi's feet. Pandora's box - a vessel said to contain unimaginable evils that could bring chaos and destruction upon the world and the souls trapped within it.

" Back to prison you will go, and into the box you hate. You will stay in it until you love it! And die in it. "

Gunner could only stare in bewilderment at his wife. Dying? Him? He couldn’t believe it. He felt like a million bucks! Yet as he searched within himself, and reached within the bond they shared, he discovered the powerful impact that nearly took his life, and threatened to cripple hers in the process. It left him speechless, as he stared at the palms of his hands. They looked just as rough and calloused, tell-tales of the rough life he’d always led. Then something from within advised him to look in the nearest reflection possible.

“Hang on,” Gunner uttered as he slipped away, and hurried over to what remained of Sonya’s altar. Despite the mess, he found a broken piece of glass. On bended knee, he leaned over and saw a face he hadn’t seen in many, many decades. It was one without any hard lines or creases or hints of battle scars. Even the mustache and beard he’d grown and groomed were thinned out considerably.

“Fucking hell,” Gunner whispered in awe. “I’m… young again...!”

Valeria used the tips of her fingers to touch her temples, where she closed her eyes, and focused. She briefly scanned the werewolf’s mind, before smiling with relief.

“You did wonders, Miss Sonya,” she complimented her fellow witch. “I sense no trace of the virus anywhere in his body. By altering him to a younger state, it was incapable of attacking him. As such, he was able to fight it off successfully.”

Peter carefully nodded, as he went back to Heather, to make sure she was all right with everything that happened. As such, Gunner returned to Sonya, where he carefully gripped her by the shoulders, and peered into her eyes. There weren’t enough words to express how much she meant to him, to sacrifice what she had to save his life. He’d obviously do the same for her and then some.

He pulled her against him and hugged her tight.

“Couldn’t live without you, baby,” he muttered into her flaming red hair, as he gripped her in his embrace. After which, he pulled back, to stare in awe at her. “My biggest regret would've never been able to see you again.”

Peter cleared his throat loud enough that it drew the couple's attention.

"What's wrong?" Gunner asked as he continued to hold Sonya. "Are we under attack again?"

Valeria glanced over at her lover, Drake, before revealing a peculiar expression on her face. It drew a shade of pink across her cheeks. She was rendered speechless, and simply couldn't say anything, so she kept quiet.

Peter rolled his eyes and maintained his stuffy attitude, per usual, even as he clasped his hands with Heather's.

"Really, Sonya, he admonished. "I expected better from you." Without missing a beat, he went on to say, "Out of all of them, you picked that ratty haired one as a lover?"

Gunner clenched his teeth. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out what Peter referred to.

Sonya's secret was no longer theirs to keep between them.

Eris chewed on the tip of her nail as she ignored the frantic, traumatizing screams of her own flesh and blood. Blast it all, another failure. Even her biggest accomplishments in all history would be marred by downfalls that would be held above her head.

“… Explains the survivors of their kin,” she whispered to herself. “The only survivors must have been the children. With the adults dead, the young ones were forced to survive on their own - which they did, against all odds.”

In the distance, away from the two gods, the aimless ghosts meandered about the fields. A few paused to witness the punishment of Eris’ daughter. Not even she was spared from Hades’ wrath.

One individual, in particular, found herself staring longingly at Hades. Why was he in the company of such a shrieking banshee like Eris? He deserved better…

Her stomach growled. Hands placed themselves upon her stomach. She grimaced and glanced about. She hoped nobody heard that. Hunger shouldn’t exist in the underworld, yet here she was, absolutely starving!

Deciding not to linger too long, and not wanting to share the fate that Eris’ daughter did, the female wanderer drifted off in search of food.

'Good luck to Lord Hades with his company,' Persephone thought to herself.

Her husband still remembered who she was. As soon as Gunner tapped into her, Sonya sensed that indescribable connection that seemed more powerful than ever before. It was as if they were two souls intertwined, understanding each other on a level that went beyond words. It almost brought tears to her eyes, realizing that her greatest fear had not materialized. However, she refrained from letting those tears surface as she kept her vulnerable side hidden from almost everyone, including her own family.

She didn't look at him until he spoke and walked away. As she caught a glimpse of his back, she noticed a significant transformation in his appearance. His once salt and pepper hair was now gleaming and jet black. Although she wanted to move to the side for a better view, she stayed still to allow him to witness the change himself.

When Valeria spoke, her gaze swiftly shifted towards the witch who had accompanied her father. Sonya couldn't take all the credit for this. This had been a team effort. Without everyone that had shown up and played their part, no matter how big or small this would have turned out much differently than it had.

" Please don't congratulate me. This was a team effort that couldn't have been done without all of you. "

However, all of that was quickly erased from her mind as Gunner reappeared before her again. As his hands firmly held her shoulders, her own hands instinctively reached for his face, gently tracing his unblemished skin with her fingertips. He remained one of the two most attractive beings she had ever laid her eyes upon. Only seconds later did both her arms wrap around him, holding to him as if it were to be the last time.

She doesn't know what she would have done had she lost him. The intensity of that agony, she wouldn't have been able to endure it again. As she clung to him, her heart pounded in her chest, the fear of losing him still fresh in her mind. She realized at that moment just how much he meant to her, how his presence brought her comfort and stability. The thought of facing the world without him seemed unbearable, and she vowed to cherish every moment they had together, never taking what they shared for granted.

Eyes turn to Peter with a confused look when he clears his throat.

Drake's eyes blew wide as he stared at his daughter. A part of him couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. Then again a part of him had always had suspicions on the matter. On the other hand, a fragment of him had perpetually harbored thoughts regarding the issue. He never anticipated that HE was the individual she had entangled herself with. As he raised his hand to caress his forehead, his other hand firmly grasped Valeria's waist. Speaking about the situation would have no impact. Evidently, it was not a secret she was concealing from her husband, and as long as he approved of the situation, who was he to condemn her actions? He knew better than anyone that love was love, it came in the most unlikely places and it wasn't something you could just shut off and walk away from. But leave it to Peter to be the first one to break the awkward silence lingering in the room.

Heather's jaw falls open in astonishment, yet she finds herself unable to speak, not even when Peter breaks the silence. It never crossed her mind, not even in her wildest dreams, that those two would have been a thing. Nevertheless, she musters the strength to gently squeeze Peter's hand, hoping to encourage him to be gentle with Sonya.

" Silence, Eris! " Hades paces back and forth, issuing the order while the screams of Nosoi fail to calm the boiling rage within him. He is in a state of disarray and he acknowledges it, such an intense fury he hasn't experienced in many years. Among all the actions Sonya has taken, he cannot fathom the extent of her betrayal towards him. It astonishes him that she had managed to conceal this secret from him for all these years, until this moment.

Now, it all clicked in his mind. Reflecting on it, he finally comprehended the reasons behind those instances when she disappeared from his radar. The unaccounted time she spent on earth. His fists tightened at his sides, driven by the desire to inflict harm and pain onto something, to make it suffer.

His gaze falls upon Eris knowing that it was her idea to involve her daughter in this. Not only was this Nosoi's failure but this was on her as well. Gunner had been a problem in the past, but all they had accomplished now was transforming him into an even more significant obstacle. Gunner was currently at the peak of his abilities. What in the hell were they thinking? His stare at Eris is intense and unwavering.

He just just about to strike like a venomous viper when he suddenly felt the presence of someone familiar. Surprisingly, this person had a calming effect on him and eased the intense anger he felt. He hoped that when Darius returned he would bring something more impressive than the disappointing spectacle that had just occurred.

" Eris, leave my sight and this is not a request. "

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side B

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

Valery

tw unreality skip to Valeria

His feet are washed in a scene very reminiscient of Saint Peter being washed by Jesus, his leitmotiv is stronger than ever in the scene in front of the church, and his whole arc is about forgiving those who sinned against him.

I'm pretty sure he's actually russian orthodox but rules say that's allowed. His conversation with Katya Jesus told them to turn his cheek literally made me cry ahhh greatest mafia movie of all time

Valeria

She carries a rosary with her at all times and also she is very gorgus

She’s a cartel boss that wears a rosary at all times. Like yes slay queen commit those God approved murders ig😭

#Valery Michailov #gonchorov #unreality #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #valeria garza #cod #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #polls #r1sb

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radiance1 · 2 months

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a silly idea based on your various Pariah Dark adopts Danny prompts

When Valerie launched the Ring of Rage away, the missile used accidentally destroys it. When Danny shot the Crown of Fire off Pariah's head, the ghost ray destroys it

Unfortunately, that power has to go somewhere and lookie, these two kids are looking like mighty nice homes for the energies (or rather entities) within the items, so these unfortunate kids are essentially the new Ring and Crown

This is silly but also this gives room for an intense amount of Valerie angst since, supposedly, the Ring of Rage fills whoever wears it with a wrathful, angry influence.

Now if we take that for the truth, then Valerie would quite literally might be overwritten into a more wrathful person simply because of a side-effect to housing the energy of the Ring of Rage.

Danny, meanwhile, might get drenched in mystical green flames as a side-effect of housing the Crown of Fire. It doesn't exactly hurt him, but it does surprise him because, you know, covered in flames.

I also feel like Danny's body could handle it better than Vlalerie's, mostly because of his unique biology but Valerie, being completely human would have a lot of trouble containing all of that energy in her body and may or may not get overwhelmed by said energy and her own, new, wrathful nature.

Anyways.

Pariah Dark just steals them straight up. In the moment it was because he was in disbelief, because two of his prize possesses were both destroyed and housed themselves into two kids. Of course they fought him, but even with this new situation, they were at a level of power where they could fight Pariah Dark.

So Pariah Dark retreats to his castle, furious beyond belief (yet curiously nowhere near the amount of anger he usually possessed) with Valerie and Danny passed out probably.

He was fully intending to look for something to revert this, perhaps give the Rage and Fire a new, better vessel than a random human girl and this abnormal ghost boy.

Unfortunately, nothing works.

On another note, what if Danny and Valeria couldn't exactly touch each other? Or be in contact with each other? It's like, since the Fire along with the Rage grants whoever wields them near infinite power, they can't handle it on their own and caused... less than pleasant effects.

But there was someone there who could.

Pariah Dark. Previous wielder of both Rage and Fire and could handle their power 24/7.

This, unknown to literally everyone but Clockwork, is what leads Pariah Dark down the road of redemption and fatherhood.

Clockwork is there and here in the background, nudging the timeline a bit to his whims to get himself the said desired outcome.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #pariah dark #clockwork danny phantom

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Hi❤️

I was wondering if u could write about how you think Laswell, Rudy, Alejandro, and Valerie whould react to having a spouse who works in the funeral business (or more specifically a mortician) Thank you!! I love your stuff btw!!!

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Hello! Sure I can! Thank you for the request! In all honesty, I did not know exactly what a mortician actually does, but I tried to research it! Sorry if it isn't as accurate, I tried! And thank you for the compliment!

Alejandro, Rodolfo, Valeria and Laswell with a Mortician!S/O

Alejandro: Alejandro has a deep connection with his culture, meaning he also has a fair amount of respect for the dead. He’s not particularly religious, not Catholic and not a follower of Santa Muerte either, but he does hold certain beliefs since that’s what was ingrained into him from his parents. He has an even higher opinion of you once you tell him that you’re a mortician. You dress the dead, you embalm them, you make sure they’re well taken care of before they’re being bidden farewell to by their friends and family. That’s one of the highest honors anyone could ever achieve. He’s lost far more people than he would like to admit, but sometimes he would comfort himself knowing that you might be the one to tend to them, making sure they would be well respected and would reach the afterlife in more than just torn rags. He’s well aware you’re not the grim reaper and won’t transport the dead to the afterlife yourself. Still, he knows your job is also a rough one and that one must be talented in many fields in order to work as a mortician: You need to know how to work with finances, you likely need to have a good immune system, you need to not be squeamish around the dead, you need to have a degree, you need to agree to work during odd hours and so on. He’s well aware of all of that, but he also knows that working with the dead can take its toll on you when grieving families tell stories of their deceased ones. Alejandro will do what he can to support you, he’ll let you vent whenever you need it, be your support system in general. There’s barely any job holier than yours, so whatever it is you need, you have his full support and his full respect.

Rodolfo: In all honesty, Rodolfo would not know what exactly it is that you do. He’d have a general idea, yes, but you’d have to tell him. It’s not like you won’t ever have the opportunity to do so, though, since he’ll be more than happy to ask. How was your day today? What did you do? Anything interesting happen? He’ll listen intently and try to figure it out from there, but if he has questions he will ask them. In all honesty, he’s not the biggest fan of corpses since they’re usually a bad sign, especially on the battlefield, so he sometimes does wonder how you do it. Working with corpses every day? Touching them like it’s nothing? He can do so too, although he gets a bit queasy when he has to touch one with his bare hands. Especially one that has been dead for a while now. That’s why he has a lot of respect for you, you have a tough job but you do it well, and for that he applauds you. If you ever need some advice or just need someone to vent to, he’s more than happy to be of help. He’s really not bad at finances and it isn’t that easy to shake him anymore either, so you can tell him whatever you want. No judgment from him either. He supports you and will listen, but you might not want to go into excruciating detail about how you replace the blood with formaldehyde through the arteries. Something like that won’t leave his mind for a while, but he appreciates the honesty and another learning opportunity. He still has some ties to his culture, but not as much as Alejandro. Your job is formidable and potentially dangerous, but he won’t romanticize it. Will ask you if you’re doing well, though. Although it’s not as likely to become sick as one might think with the right equipment, he’ll always worry about you potentially catching some sickness. Would jokingly ask you whether or not you’re afraid of zombies.

Valeria: Might disguise her genuine question as a joke, but she would ask you if you also cremated people. Naturally you do, it’s part of your job. Say yes and she’d ask you how booked you are. She is serious about having you cremate some of the people she gets rid of, in all honesty. So if you ever have too much work, it’s likely because of her. Tell her to slow down and that a cremation machine can’t burn that many bodies in a day and she might listen to you, from time to time. You’ll still end up with extra work, but it won’t be as severe as before. She has a weird fascination with your job. Tell her all about it, she’ll genuinely appreciate it. You can even tell her the most disturbing things. Plus she’ll eat up the weird things as well, such as you hearing strange noises at night as you put on the makeup of a deceased woman. Will crack jokes about how it’s the dead haunting you in particular just to see your reaction. The stronger you react, the more likely she is to continue. Her favorite part of your job is the cremation, actually. Fire is nice, fire is passionate, fire leaves little trace. Isn’t above sponsoring your funeral home either, buying you a nice and powerful cremation machine to make the process go faster, gas costs and consequences be damned. While she does have a pretty good grasp of what you do, you can expect her to sometimes ask weird questions. Have you ever cremated someone alive? Do corpses stink? How long would it take for an embalmed corpse to be broken down? She doesn’t particularly worry too much about you getting sick, she knows your equipment is there to handle most of the things that might be considered dangerous, but if you ever complain about it, she’s more than happy to find more useful equipment. Not the best at listening to you vent about how rough your job is, but she tries. She’s great at finances too, so you can always go to her as well, but she doesn’t do as well with the emotional part. The people lost someone? Let them be sad for a few days, it’s got barely anything to do with you. She’s not the most empathetic towards people she doesn’t know or care about.

Laswell: She’s worked with quite a few morticians throughout her life, mainly to get a good look at a corpse and see if there are any clues left that might help her. It’s usually the job of someone who performs autopsies, I know, but sometimes you just need to do the job yourself if you want it done right. She knows fully well what you do at your job, she knows many people, after all. Although she does find it interesting that that’s the job you want to do for the rest of your life. You could be anything, yet you wish to work with the dead? It sounds a bit macabre to her, but she respects your decision. Not at all squeamish around the dead, she’s probably had to handle a few corpses herself throughout her life. Whether it was with gloves or not she’d rather not tell. Although she knows a whole lot about your job, she’ll ask you anything and everything about it either way since you seem fairly happy whenever you get to talk about it. You’re a skilled person in many regards, which she can definitely respect. If someone she knows well or likes dies, then she’ll likely refer the immediate family to you, she knows you do your job well and with lots of love. That way you can keep your job and always keep the money coming, but you’ll also never run out of anything to do anyway. If you ever find yourself in need of a good and trustworthy pastor, she can refer you to one. Laswell knows all kinds of people, plus she’s more than happy to help you out whenever you need it. She’s well aware you did your studies well to be where you are right now, so you’ve more than earned that support. But, like all the others too, she’ll also support you emotionally. Being a mortician can be draining, so she’ll listen to you whenever you need and, if it’s what you want, give you some advice. While she’s not always empathetic towards people, she can be, but most importantly, whatever helps you is good for her soul as well. She does want you to flourish in your job.

#cod #cod x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #I've been seeing a lot more requests for mortician!readers over the past few years #must have become a fairly popular job then #I'm glad since morticians are always needed! I can respect them!#that kind of work sounds scary to me but I'm glad there are people out there who do it #morticians are so cool!

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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Cod X male reader !! Mabye the characters scolding the male reader and the male reader has bad memories from childhood and the scolding triggered their truamas and the male reader tries to avoid COD characters

[A/n:Ooo this one is interesting. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:they scold you causing you to remember bad memories from your childhood

Type:short scenarios: Valeria X M!Reader: König X M!Reader: Woods X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader

Version:Mw2, Cold War

Woods

He didn't mean to be to hard on you, you were just not paying attention and almost got killed. He was scared. Woods did everything he could to protect you and you still just didn't listen, he had to scold you. But now he's regretting it. Adler was the one who noticed, he seen how you would nervously look at woods and then look away quickly like a scared child, how you would make sure he wasn't talking to you and did your best to hide yourself from him. When woods noticed he felt horrible, and tried his best to talk to you but it was hard. When he finally learned why he corner you to apologize, he had to or he'd never live it down and feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Valerie

She's hard on people, everyone knows this. She isn't nice, or caring towards people. Of course you were at expectation, in private of course but still everyone could tell she was nicer to you and cared more about you, until she scolded you about something small. She didn't notice, like woods. And it wasn't until you wouldn't come to bed, she waited and waited for what felt like an eternity but you never came. She finally got you down to her office to talk to you and she could see how you struggled at first, this was the first time she was genuinely patient with someone. Valerie let you calm down then talk, then she felt like shit. First she didn't notice her own boyfriend feels upset and scared of her and now she's realizing she made you have to remember bad childhood memories? She felt horrible and made sure to make it up to you.

Gaz

Now Gaz isn't one to yell at people, or scold, just anything like that in general. It's usually Price. But Gaz was scared and worried and it just it happened because you were being reckless, yes, Gaz loves you, but God you scare him sometimes. After he had scolded you he went straight to his room to calm down and if price can notice that Gaz is upset, he can notice you too. While Price was taking to Gaz you were no where to be seen, which would have worried Gaz but he currently was focused on Price and his emotions. After Price was done talking Gaz sent out to find you, but he couldn't find you. It wouldn't have worried him if soap didn't run up to him asking where you were. Now the fear hit him. He spent the whole time looking high and low for his beloved boyfriend worried something happened to him. When he found you, he crushed you in a hug, apologizing. He didn't let you talk more focused on getting his apologize out there. He never found out about your past due to his apologizing.

König

He felt bad a second after he scolded you. You wouldn't even get a chance to leave as the bad memories flooded your head, König pulled you into a hug directly after and apologized for scolding you and how he was just scared. He could tell you were still upset and you explained how you can take time away from but he needs you to know that he's sorry, he really is, he'd be upset too if someone scolded him like a child. If you did avoid him after his apologize, it'd hurt him but he wouldn't try and stop you. Instead watching you from afar sadly until you came back to him.

Ghost

Now Ghost he's done some scolding and he never feels bad for the person be scolded. Same goes for you. He wouldn't scold someone for no reason, so he'd just watch you avoid him and honestly he'd probably make it worst. Mainly because he'd think your only avoiding him because he scolded you, not because of the past. So eventually he'd corner you and tell you that you shouldn't avoid him because of a little scolding and to get over it since it wasn't a harsh scolding. Which might make the simulation worst. Soap would came to Ghost a few minutes later, pissed off. Soap would process to yell at Ghost in his heavy Scottish accent about how bad he hurt you and accidentally say why Ghost hurt you so bad. And no soap wouldn't let him talk. Ghost would wait for you to finally come around him so he can apologize.

[A/n:sorry Königs is so short. I hope you enjoyed]

#cod könig #cod ghost #cod gaz #valeria cod #cod woods #cod cold war #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod x male reader #cod cw #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #call of duty cold war #mw2 headcanons #mwah

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c-sket · 5 months

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hellooooo!! could you maybe do an alice in wonderland ID pack

alice in wonderland id pack

names : alicia , cher( ie ) , satin( ne ) , milena , mary( elle ) , love( tte ) , rosylina / rosalina , anathema , anastasia , heart( ynne ) , clover , cheshire , queen( ie ) , bun( nie / y / lita ) , conejo / coneja , trick( ster ) , fool , spade , diamond , diamant( e ) , rogue , tiempo , tea - party , dolly / dollie , clementine , valerie / valeria , ange , rose( tte / tta ) , rosia / rosio , irene , luma , wynette , kit( tie / ty ) , bluebell , arriety

pronouns : card / cards , heart / hearts , lost / losts , tea / teas , tea / cup , tea / teacup , teacup / teacups , time / times , spade / spades , clover / clovers , bow / bows , guard / guards , king / kings , queen / queens , che / cher , sh♡ / h♡r , h♡ / h♡m , th♡y / th♡m , rook / rooks , fool / fools , sh♤ / h♤r , h♤ / h♤m , th♤y / th♤m , fall / falls , lo / lost , lost / losts , cu / cute , cute / cutes , ae / aer , ae / aem

HAII :3 she hopes this is okay ! ! che had a bunch of fun making this :D

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dannnnnny666 · 12 days

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Day 2: Wish

“If you had to make a wish with Desiree, what would it be? Tucker asked randomly through the comms as he sat in front of his mom’s cafe.

A chorus of groans could be heard over the intercoms.

“Come on guys, I am bored!! There's only so many cookies a man can eat before he gets tired!!” he argued, “and you guys said I’m not allowed to use my PDA!”

“That's because we're on a stake-out,” Sam rebutted on the other side of town. “We can’t have you getting distracted and missing Desiree!”

“Ohh really?!?! Because it sounds like you're at a concert!”

“We’re supposed to blend in so that she doesn't think we’re looking for her!! Why else would a person like me be outside at noon?”

“HOW DID I SUPPOSED TO LOOK NORMAL WITHOUT MY TECHNOLOGY?”

“Is this really what your stake-out are like?” Valerie asked, switching off the main channel to speak to Danny privately as she soared through the sky above Amity Park.

“Well, we typically don’t do stake-outs,” Danny said as he sped through Amity in his ghost form, trying to find a spot that would trigger his ghost sense. “Most of the time, if a ghost wants to mess with the public, they’d make it known. However, ghosts like Ember, Spectra, and Desiree are more subtle since they get their power from people.”.

“Hmm, I see.”

After a few seconds of silence, Danny finally spoke up again. “What would you wish?”

“Oh jeez, really?” She chuckled.

“I mean, yeah, I am curious.”

“Well, I wouldn’t make a wish even if my life was at stake, but if it was someone else like my dad at stake, I’d probably just ask for a full ride to college.”

“Smart”

“Thanks, what about you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Danny joked, “I’d wish for top surgery.”

Suddenly, Danny’s ghost sense triggers, and a poof of green smoke appears around him.

“Aah!” he shouts as the smoke envelops him.

“Danny?! What’s wrong?” Valerie hurriedly asked as she sped down to where Danny was.

When she got down to where he was, all she was met with was an extremely confused Danny.

“What happened?” she asked

“I haven’t a fracking clue,” he responded, standing like a wet cat, grabbed by the scruff of its neck.

“Huh,” Valeria said as she did a quick sweep around the area but found nothing but the remnant ectoplasmic particles.

“There’s nothing here; I think she just granted a wish.”

“Granted a wish? Who’s wish?”

“....”

“Dude check”

Here is the ao3 link

#dannymay2024 #dannymay 2024 #danny fenton #valerie gray #red huntress #dp #dannymay #sam manson #tucker foley #desiree #Ghost hunter #Day 2: wish #Wish

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cod-dump · 11 months

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HEY!!! So, I just want to you are an inspiration to writing everywhere and I love your stuff? And if it isn't too much I would like to know, can you rank all the best 141 Ships in one massive list? Personally SoapGhost at top, but I want to see what you think

Ranking the ships? Oh boy--

This is a good opportunity for me to show how I feel about some ships.

Keep in mind I ranked them by how I feel about them personally (also I put down as many as I could think of and if I missed one then I'll happily add on)

Has been edited, ships added

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Soap/Ghost: Good ship, absolutely love it. Height diverse, canon banter that I can go over all day and not get bored, angst potential-- Have written so much for this ship and I'm not tired of it yet. Good ship, 10/10.

Alejandro/Rudy: Fucking LOVE this. They give off 'married for ten plus years and happily in love'. I want to write more for them because I fucking love them so much. 10/10, good ass ship.

Konig/Horangi: I admit I don't look into this ship as much but I do like what I see people write for them. I like them, good potential for fics, would like to write for at some point. 8/10.

Price/Nik: Yes, married for several years, knows each other better than themselves. I want/need to write more for them because I do like this ship. 10/10.

Price/Graves: Yes, fucking love it. So much potential of what you can do with it. I have written somethings for it and definitely plan on writing so much more. 10/10, fuck yes.

Price/Ghost: Not my favorite. 4/10

Price/Gaz: Not my favorite but I don’t have any problems with it. 5/10

Price/Soap: Not bad but I don’t have any ideas for it. 5/10.

Soap/Konig: Oh yes, I like this. 'Enemies to lovers'. I have so many ideas for this ship but I haven't written any fics on them yet. Definitely on my to do list. 10/10.

Ghost/Konig: Yes, big boy on big boy violence affection. 'Enemies to lovers'. Have a lot of ideas for them but I haven't written anything down yet. 8/10.

Farah/Alex: I like them, I think they're cute. I also think Alex is whipped and does whatever Farah wants to make her happy. Awesome malewife/girlboss relationship. 10/10.

Valeria/Graves: You know she tops. God, I can imagine them being the bitchiest couple on the face of the planet. They're so toxic yet it works for them. Would write for, have some ideas for them. 6/10.

Valeria/Alejandro: I mean, I love scornful ex-lovers just like anybody else. Maybe they were once pretty healthy in the past but they're definitely pretty toxic, too. Would write for if given a prompt (or if I get inspired all the sudden). 7/10.

Valeria/Rudy: GOD-- so many ideas involving past lovers, Valeria aiming to use Rudy to hurt Alejandro, just plan toxic ideas. Would write if requested or if I get randomly inspired. 8/10

Ghost/Rudy: Have written this before, I think it's cute. I haven't seen much for them, sadly. Might write this again (on my own or prompted). 8/10

Soap/Alejandro: Like the ship above, I think it's cute. I would write stuff for it. Bromance turned romance. 8/10

Price/Graves/Nik: FUCK YES. God, the brainrot is strong with this one. Love them so much, have so many ideas for them. Probably will never tire of them, OT3. 10/10.

Nik/Graves: God I have ideas for this one. Fuck yea new ideas to plague me in the middle of the night. 10/10.

Soap/Gaz: Yes, gimme. 'Friends to Lovers', good shit. Lots of fluff, silly shenanigans, all the good stuff. 10/10.

Gaz/Alex: Yes, love this. Cute as fuck. I can see a adorable slow burn romance, bromance to romance, didn't know they were dating-- I got ideas for it. Would love to write for it. 10/10.

Ghost/Gaz: Yes, I actually really like this one. Again, I see no content for it and it makes me sad. Love to write for it and put this ship out there. Some good, angsty slow burn. 10/10.

Farah/Gaz/Alex: I find adorable. I love this so much. Would write for happily. I haven't seen much content for them sadly (maybe it's because I don't look hard enough). Good ship, 10/10.

Alejandro/Valeria/Rudy: Got some pretty good ship ideas for this. Good ass angst with some fluff. The good stuff right here. Definitely could see this being a past relationship that ended badly, leaving two of them (or maybe all three) heartbroken. 8/10

Soap/Gaz/Ghost: Absol-fucking-lutely. Love this shit right here so much. I need to write more for it because it's a shame there's not more content for it. 10/10.

Price/Gaz/Soap/Ghost: I do like this oddly enough. I like them all together for some reason. 7/10

Ghost/Roach: Yes, I love this shit. Good angst potential, good past lovers potential. 'Lovers to friends to lovers' shit right here. 10/10

Soap/Roach: The chaos, the trouble they could get into-- Yes, absolutely. Good shit right there. Love to see it and would definitely write for it. 10/10.

Soap/Roach/Ghost: Yes, god yes. So many ways do make this happen. Angst, fluff, smut-- all that you possibly need in a ship. Fucking beautiful, love to see it, definitely would love to write it at some point. 10/10,

Soap/Gaz/Roach: Yes, yes, and yes. Good shit right here, cute and fluffy (though I could make it angsty if I tried). Silly shenanigans, chaos, all the good stuff. 10/10.

Soap/Gaz/Roach/Ghost: I haven't seen anything for this but I think it's cute and works. 8/10.

Soap/Graves: Good angst potential here, 'friends to lovers to enemies'. Would write for, been thinking of writing for it. 7/10.

Ghost/Graves: Much like the one above, very good. Angst is perfect, many ideas for this ship. Would love to write more for it. 7/10.

Soap/Ghost/Konig: Yes, I like this. Have several spicy ideas for it, a lot of drama. Haven't written anything for it yet but I would like to. 9/10.

Farah/Valeria: Toxic lesbian enemy to lovers? Mhmm yes. 7/10

Makarov/Yuri: Toxic ex lovers. Bad, manipulative situation that Yuri could fall back into because Makarov can read him like an open book. 6/10

Shepherd/Death: 10/10, OTP.

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Used 10/10 rating because I couldn't even think of how I would rank them. If I missed any you would like to see tell me and I'll rate them.

(no particular order because I rated them as I thought of them)

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #ships #ship ratings #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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versuasiva · 5 months

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poder decir adiós, es crecer.

a veces la vida te lleva a lugares inesperados cuando mejor estas, y así fue, este año en enero, prometí ser mi mejor versión, leer muchos libros y disfrutar del que sería mi año sabático por primera vez en mi vida “sin estudios” pero trabajando.

este año me trajo experiencias maravillosas, e conocido lugares hermosos, me conozco casi todo españa y e ido a más fiestas que en toda mi vida,

este año gané mucho dinero pero también, malgasté, sin embargo, casi por finalizar el año, tomo consciencia por primera vez de mis finanzas y me pongo manos a la obra.

pero sobre todo, este año volví a esa valerie que perdonaba todo por no estar sola, esa valerie sin límites, esa valerie que confiaba un poco a penas conocía a alguien y no.

a dias de terminar el año, la vida, me siguió sorprendiendo y cogí valor

porque este mes pasaron cosas que cambiaron mi mindset, me di cuenta que aprendí a estar sola y que la mejor compañía que tengo soy yo.

la vida me dió a elegir entre vivir en la sumición o ser dueña del respeto y limites de mi vida,

me elegí, los del personal de salud, me elegieron a mi y luego de días en cama luego de estar en la clínica, me di cuenta que es lo mejor

pero..

si elegí mi vida ¿porqué insistir en quedarme en la vida de personas que no me eligieron? y que ahora como perros hambrientos me reclaman, extrañan y escriben.

valeria es buena, la mejor amiga, la mejor novia, la mejor amante, la mejor cómplice, mujer abnegada, con el sueño de la familia feliz y amigos por siempre, o al menos esa era.

este año me quitó la venda patriarcal, donde siempre espero que un hombre venga a rescatarme y que mi mejor amiga de la vida por mi, como yo lo haría.

estuve muriendo en un quirófano y absolutamente nadie, solo el causante de estar ahí, estuvo.

¿necesitas más? sí

adverti, supliqué, me esforcé, trabajé en mi, para que los supuestos amores de mi vida, entre otros me “eligieran” que me pusieran de prioridad en su vida, como yo lo hacía y no.

ya luché mucho, ya planeé, salí, hablé y trate de convencer, así que estando postrada en cama, luego del peor evento traumático de este año y la nueva herida palpitante que me dejó mi cuasi experiencia materna.

me elegí,

si,

por primera vez, aunque sienta rabia ahora, aunque sienta dolor más adelante, no pienso mirar atrás, ya decidí, escribí, borré, bloqueé y me alejé.

lo digo con el corazón en la mano y mis ganas de amar profundamente, hoy decido soltar,

soltarlos,

porque,

no pienso perdonar a quien me humilló delante de los demás, a quien me dejó de plantada o eligió a otras personas antes que a mi, creyendo que yo perdonaría fácil, no pienso irrespetar mis limites ya puestos,

y me elegí porque entendí que nunca van a encontrar a alguien como yo, porque cuando extrañen un mal chiste, no estaré para contarlo, cuando hablen de música, no estaré, cuando quieran un consejo sobre cualquier cosa estudiantil, no estaré para ayudarlos, cuando quieran que alguien que los ama los escuche, no estaré, cuando coman comida peruana y solo piensen en ella, sabrán que no volveré, porque cuando estén solos, el novio/novia los deje, y estén verdaderamente solos o necesiten ayuda, recordarán que existió alguien que se llamaba valeria, que estuvo esperando a cuidarlos, pero se cansó de esperar y que no la eligieran hasta el final, porque como ella, nunca absolutamente nadie va a ocupar su lugar..

y ni me traten de buscar en otras personas porque nunca me van a encontrar

así que,

gracias por su amistad (para mi exs amigas)

gracias por sus migajas de amor (a mis exs)

pero así como los días pasan y no perdonan,

decido dejarlos, enterrarlos en el final de este año,

y brindaré por ustedes a las 00 el 31 por todos los momentos de amor, alegría y complicidad juntxs, pero no regreso más, y ni se molesten en tocar la puerta.

valerie prefiere quedarse sola a tener personas que no la elijan o coloquen como prioridad,

valerie se vió obligada a escribir estándares personales y en su círculo social,

valerie por primera vez, es su prioridad.

valerie decidió abrazar su intensidad, porque ella ama quien será.

gracias dos mil veintitrés, por enseñarme aunque a la mala, tanto de la vida en verdad.

adiós.

#madrid #poesía #poeta #cosas que pienso #ladesbarrancada #frases #desamor #relatos #despedida #2023 #año nuevo #carta final #amigos #exs

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wherethedeadneversleep · 1 year

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Bonding

Featured couple: Drake & Valeria

It’s been weeks since he physically last saw the bewitching woman who tracked him all across the earth just to plead for him to end her life. Every day since he’s seen her in his dreams and thought about her often. As much as he wanted to forget her, his mind wouldn’t allow it. Considering his humanity was shut off, this was highly frustrating. At the same time, he was intrigued as to how this woman seemed to have such a hold on him. He could still taste her blood in his mouth as if having just sampled it.

In over two thousand years he could only think of one other woman who had such an effect on him. Just thinking about his late wife was enough to crack a hole in his defenses. He had to suffer through watching her die not only once, but twice. Both times he failed to protect her, and both times she suffered the ultimate price. Here he was the oldest and strongest vampire on the planet and yet he failed to keep his family safe from those who sought them harm. People he allowed himself to care about were cursed from that moment forth. The thoughts of even trying to entertain something like that again ... he couldn’t.

Yet he found himself grabbing his jacket and heading through the front door. The taste of her blood was like candy on his tongue. He sought that connection they shared that night, a trail that would lead him to where she was. She made it clear she had no intentions of leaving Santa Carla. Once that link was established he set forth, like a blur, moving so quickly no human would even register him.

He had to see her one more time before he forced himself to forget all about her. That lingering hold still clung to him because he refused to drink any other blood since he had hers. After a large feeding, Drake could sustain himself for nearly a month without requiring more blood. An advantage to years of training and going into slumber every so many years. But that didn’t mean he was at his peak.. there were disadvantages to having not fed in such a time length. Another crack in his otherwise defenses.

At last, his senses brought him outside of a little cottage on the edge of the woods, just a few miles away from the grand woods of Santa Carla. For someone who was dead set on ending her suffering, she picked a hell of a location to settle in. Drake knew all too well all the things that lurked in those woods. The windows were open as were the curtains. Her scent filled the air around him as a light breeze swept through the trees.

He picked the closest tree and settled himself against it, though he was careful to remain out of sight. He watched her form as she moved back and forth through the room. From this advantage, he couldn’t tell what she was doing or in what room she was actually in. Her long chocolate locks blew away from her face with each passing breeze of the air that swept through. Her eyes somehow didn’t look as saddened as they did the first night they met. That broken woman he first saw now looked as if she were clinging on to hope. How on earth did he miss her beauty that night? She had to be one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid eyes upon.

Santa Carla contained many wonders, hidden or otherwise in plain sight. Val kept her promise to Drake, and after leaving his estate, went in search of a settlement to call her own. Though she was cursed to be immortal, it didn’t mean she could neglect food or water. The worst type of immortality was to be someone who couldn’t move due to being too emaciated. Valeria the Haliuruna only ever wanted to die, so that type of fate was avoided over the centuries.

Within a week of exploring the town, she ventured into the forest region near the mountains, where she came upon an abandoned cottage covered in untold years of thick foliage. It was located far enough from the general population, but still close to being considered a part of Santa Carla itself. Her days as a self-sufficient wanderer taught her how to scavenge for supplies and materials. During the construction of her home, she slept under the stars and foraged the woods for edible foods.

She experienced nothing but euphoria throughout all of this. It was meeting the man from her dreams, Drake, that made these feelings possible. Knowing he was like her in a lot of ways gave birth to a sense of determination for living. She was aware of the irony, considering what his true nature was.

The cottage was rebuilt to its former glory, and after a trip to the store, Val returned with furniture and fixtures for the interior. With every move she made, there was a renewed spark of life and hope.

A small smile formed on her lips as she passed by one of the windows, with the curtains billowing from a small breeze.

Without even looking outside, she said, “… You can come inside if you like.”

He could hear her, whether she whispered those words or shouted as loud as she could. And despite knowing what he was capable of doing to her, she was inviting this man into her home.

She had longed to see him again since that fateful night.

“ Witch. “ He scoffed under his breath. Of course, she sensed his presence even if he had tried to keep himself concealed. Not that he had anything against most witches considering he had been married to one for centuries. Having that knowledge it should have been enough to keep him from searching her out, instead ─ here he stood feeling rather uneasy over the choice he had made.

“ I warned you about the people and things in this area. Just being out of town doesn’t change that. You shouldn’t be inviting people like myself into your home. “ He gave her warning once more. Drake did not attempt to move from where he was standing, other than a few steps. It was a little pointless to try and remain hidden at this point. “ There are far more things in those woods that call it home than just vampires and not all of them need an invite to come inside. “ Of course over Drake’s many long years of being cursed as the first vampire, he has learned ways around the whole needing an invite into someone’s home. Her invite granted him access to her home not only on this night but any night he chose from this moment forth and that could be dangerous for her since she was now the center of his inner struggle with humanity.

That inner struggle with his humanity was playing hard with him. He shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t care what happens to her but yet he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her. He couldn’t stop tasting her blood in his mouth, he couldn’t stop seeing the visions of her past that he saw. He couldn’t stop thinking about the woman who was haunting his every waking moment. At this point, he can’t even seem to draw his eyes away from this mesmerizing woman. Without his humanity, he could snap on her at any given moment when that fight within him flares to the surface. Being without his humanity starved him of pain and took every feeling he longed to forget away. She is the one thing that now threatens that peacefulness inside. Anything that threatened that was in danger.

While the night was particularly a dangerous time this close to the wooded area, not many creatures dared to venture too close when they sensed his presence. The only sounds close by were the sound of leaves rustling from the trees from the light breeze and the curtains swishing in the windows.

“ I sense a change in you from the last time we saw one another. For someone who no longer wishes to die sticking around Santa Carla was a bad choice. There are other witches in this area, which I’m sure you sensed and some are strong enough to break through any curse that was placed on you .. all they need is a single reason to think you a threat to them. “ And here again he was giving her words of wisdom when it shouldn’t be of no concern to him.

He could feel that burning anger bubbling up inside him so he quickly turned his back to the window she stood in. He fought to regain control of himself before this ended bloody. “ You’ve got to leave this place and forget about me. “ His voice was deep and insistent.

A small tug pulled on the corner of Val’s lips when Drake spoke. All he had to do was peer deep into her memories and realize that she knew what she was doing. She DARED anyone to kill her - they’d never succeed. She only had centuries of experimenting with death and was disappointed when she was led to believe she had found peace, only to be brought back to life. Every single entity she thought could kill her simply could not succeed. Whenever she was brought back to life, she wound up killing them with her bare hands out of pure frustration and hatred for herself. None of them could bring her peace. If they couldn’t do it back then, they couldn’t do it now. She was cursed to survive, no matter what.

“I rather like it here,” she said after giving a thoughtful glance at a corner ceiling, where she noticed a spider web. How did she miss that during her cleaning? She thought about removing it telekinetically, but in the end, decided to leave it be. The spider would be useful for getting rid of flies. It would serve its purpose and live as nature intended. Too bad nature chose otherwise for her, so it was not as kind.

“I’ve told others the same thing,” she admitted in a strangely, light-hearted manner, as she took a seat on a sofa that faced the window where Drake stood. Crossing her legs, she eased back in her seat and closed her eyes. “They claimed they were drawn to me, and they wanted to be with me. Even with my limited powers, I knew they were lying. They only saw what I was on the outside, and they’d foolishly risk it all just to have some sort of hold over me. None of them ever saw into my soul as you had. Is that why you don’t want me anywhere near you?”

She would never forget their shared pain and knowing that they were two sides of the same mirror. Their loves, their struggles, their losses - they were trauma they understood all too well.

“Before I woke up, I kept my distance from everyone,” she revealed as she opened her eyes once more, now looking lost in thought. “It was easier to just exist, even as the world changed around me. It’s not living, though. Knowing everyone you ever loved either died or moved on… leaving you rather lonely…”

Her eyes flickered back over to Drake, and she gently tilted her head to one side. “Even if you don’t want to admit it to anyone, especially yourself.”

Every single creature on the face of this earth was meant to die sooner or later, even himself ─ cursed or not. With the right kind of knowledge, even gods would fall. Drake’s lived longer than any creature should ever walk the earth and he’s seen even the untouchable fall to their knees. If there is a will, there is always a way. Drake understood his curse and why it was placed upon him so many years ago, but that has never stopped him from killing anyone or anything who had a direct link to that curse. But here he still roamed the earth because his time had not been checked off the big man’s list yet. Make no mistake Michael had crossed his mind a time or two since learning of his appearance in Santa Carla. A direct link upstairs and to the big man himself. But that was a topic for another time and would require a lot of planning, research, and more magic than his daughter alone could provide, but the point was ─ it wasn’t impossible.

“ I had a feeling you were going to say that. “ He knew there was one thing and one thing alone that was now keeping her in Santa Carla and that was him. It wasn’t intentional on his part but it did mean that if something did happen to her it was going to be on his hands, be it direct or not. This was the very thing he was trying to avoid, the main reason why he shut his humanity off ─ so he would not have those feelings of attachment, so he wouldn’t feel guilt or pain any longer. Every curse, every spell, everything had its unique loophole and he’s beginning to realize that she is the very loophole to his humanity. No one has managed to unsettle him the way she does. It only made sense considering Belladonna once had that same effect on him.

“ I am a man who keeps to myself. When I was cursed I knew I was meant to be alone. Some fates are far worse than death itself. I went against my better judgment and took on a family despite the creature I had become. I’ve suffered not once but twice watching the woman I loved die. Thought for many centuries that my daughter had died as well, and she’s come close to death many times. My family is a hated family by many. That reason alone is enough for me to not want you around me. When I say Santa Carla harbors more than just witches, wolves, and vampires, I mean just that. I could stand here and give you a list of the people who would want your head just for knowing we are talking like this. “ It was no secret when it came to his family that when someone gets close to them they become a direct target.

When she saw inside him and glimpsed into his past she had to see that the words he spoke came with only truth. Reaching up he runs a hand through the top of his hair and decides to take her invitation inside. Once again going against his better judgment. He couldn’t help himself because the last few things she spoke needed an eye-to-eye response.

He moved through the little cottage until he joined her in the room where she currently sat. Drake kept a polite distance between them and leaned his shoulder against the wall. His eyes almost instantly locked with hers.

“ I think we both know the answer to that. “ It’s something he could never deny to himself but he wouldn’t admit to others because he was looked upon as the one who could endure anything. He’s watched his daughter almost make a mess of her life only to turn it around and find true happiness. He’s watched as Peter changed over the years and even he opened himself up and found his happiness. Even his grandchildren, the ones who were old even were finding that piece of happiness. Everyone around him had the one thing that he was never meant to have.

“ Knowing what I know, isn’t it worth the sacrifice? If I don’t get close to people then I don’t have to feel that kind of pain when something happens to them. My late wife, much like yourself could break through when my humanity was shut off. You make me feel things that should be impossible for me to feel right now. In knowing that ... me standing here puts you in more danger than you could imagine. “

Note: The smut part of the story can be found here. If you don't wish to read it, feel free to continue reading onward.

But this became the awkward part. While it had been a damn long time since he was with a woman in such fashion he hadn't lost his touch. Drake wasn’t a very emotional man, never really being the type to show the more vulnerable side of himself to anyone. Cuddling was this foreign thing to him that he didn’t fully understand or had ever cared to understand. Surely the act just moments ago was enough to express what needed to be known? But he was learning, slowly but surely.

Pulling himself off of her slowly he made his way to the edge of the bed where he sat. A hand lifting to run the back of his head. Undoubtedly the family had picked up on his humanity being back intact by now and a part of himself felt such guilt for his disappearing on them the way that he had. Sonya most of all didn’t deserve to be pushed aside once again because he couldn’t deal with what fate dealt to the table. Certainly, he’d need to make amends once again with her.

After a moment of thought he turned around to face Valerie, hand reaching over to cup one of hers. “ Can I get you anything? Something to eat or drink perhaps? “

Val’s skin trembled at the loss of his touch, but she gradually sat up, ignoring any soreness that tweaked her in certain places of her body. They were wonderful reminders of what took place, and somewhere down the line, there would be many more to come.

Drake had a lot on his mind, and even if they weren’t connected, she could tell by simply observing his physical gestures.

‘Take all the time you need,’ she telepathically told him - it was a gentle suggestion, with no urgency to her words. Family was important to him, as it was to her, even with her loss spanning centuries ago.

The moment his hand reached out to her, she scooted closer so that he wouldn’t have to stretch far. His question to her drew a smile on her face.

“I’m fine,” she replied, as she moved even closer, until she stood on her knees behind him, only to wrap her arms around his neck. She planted a kiss on the back of his head before resting her cheek against his thick, dark hair.

This was heavenly bliss, a contentment that was once a foreign concept to her. Who would have ever thought a vampire and a witch could find such harmony together?

“Do you want me to do anything for you?” Val questioned as she closed her eyes and continued embracing him.

Drake almost forgot what it was like, being bonding with someone and sharing such feelings and emotions with another. It was going to take some time to get used to the whole idea of it again. Normally he was an ace at keeping things on a stoic level, but things were anything but normal for the alpha vampire as of late.

With a turn of his head, he nodded, acknowledging her suggestion. The family was important to him, but she was part of that family now ─ which made her equally important.

When she drew in behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck he collected one of her hands and brought it to his lips where he placed a kiss upon it. His eyes closed just taking the moment to enjoy the feel of her touch, to take in her sweet scent.

Reaching over he collected a cup from his nightstand that had a blood mixture in it. His very own concoction kept the blood from coagulating. Nothing like drinking straight from the tap but it would do for now.

“ You just being here is more than enough. “ His body shifted on the edge of the bed so he could get a better look at her. “ I’ll have arrangements made to bring your things here. By this time tomorrow, it will be done. “ He was serious now more than ever since that bond was sealed between them that she couldn’t be out there on her own living in such a dangerous area.

He found himself lost in her eyes .. they were so stern, insistent, and beautiful. His free hand reached out so the back of his hand could caress the side of her face.

When Drake maneuvered himself, she released her hold over him, only to reach up and place a gentle hand upon the side of his face. The haunting loss he experienced mirrored hers. Both lost so much, yet they found one another over centuries.

“I’m still learning about this world,” she confessed aloud. Drake saw with his own eyes that despite the furnishings she had in her home, it’d been far from complete. The only way she was able to get what she needed was by reading the minds of the humans around her and implanting a mental suggestion into their minds, having them purchase whatever she wanted for her to get set up. She was fortunate to pick up English-speaking comprehension, but reading was a task in itself. She relied on reading the minds of others who happen to be nearby for her to understand what was written. She’d work hard to ensure that Drake wouldn’t be ashamed of her.

“The magic around here is ancient,” she added thoughtfully. “Powerful and frightening. Santa Carla is unlike any town or city I’ve been to before.”

But she had nothing to be afraid of, not anymore, not with Drake as her life partner. The nightmares would most likely return, but not in such full force. She found her reason for living, and somewhere along the lines, she’d have to forgive herself of her past sins. As much as she appreciated Drake for caring for her well-being, she wanted to do the same for him.

“When will I meet your family?” she questioned.

Drake reached up taking a hold of the hand at the side of his face and pulled it to his lips so that he could kiss the back of it. She was patient and understanding when it came to someone as detached as himself. That meant more to him than she could even fathom. It was someone like her that he needed to keep him grounded in the bit of humanity that remained within him.

“ I know you are and until you fully understand it, it’s my job to keep you safe. “ He admitted then pulled her hand down to his lap where he held it cupped between both of his. Once his family warmed up to her they would help in teaching her whatever she needed to learn about the world today. He can’t imagine any of this was easy on her either. It was a lot like when he would go into slumber for a decade at a time only to wake up and realize the world around him had changed. She was at a disadvantage but soon enough all that would change. He��d see to it. This time he would do things differently, better .. he wouldn’t let his stubbornness stand in the way.

“ Mmmm, just in the time you’ve been here, now you under the warning I laid out before you that first night. I took my family away from here once but it wasn’t long before we returned. Despite the dangers, it’s what we call home. “ In time Drake hoped she would feel the same way.

He wanted to go on to explain that once they both were a little more settled and adjusted to this newly fond bond they shared, she would be helping him all she wanted. When it came to his family getting the upper hand on those who would dare try and harm them .. they could use all the help they could get. But before he could, he was hit with a sudden sharp pain, one that took him tumbling off the bed onto one knee. His hand moved to the side of his head as a premonition played through his mind. Most who knew Drake knew that he and his daughter had the gift of foresight. It was rare for it to happen but at times it did. He tried to recover as quickly as he could since this pertained to his daughter, son-in-law, and grandson. What he had seen was more than troubling.

“ If you want to get dressed I think now’s a good time. “

Valeria’s eyes locked with Drake’s. No matter how bad the danger was, she wouldn’t stray. She had absolute trust in this vampire, and she’d do her best to not let him or his family down.

Before she could offer any response, he abruptly went down, and her heart raced out of fright and fear.

“Drake!” she cried, her voice ringing throughout the entire chamber. His pain rattled throughout her own body, and it nearly pulled her to her knees, but she clenched her teeth and bore through it as well as one could. During their pleasurable union, she’d become one with him on yet another level all together, and that meant seeing what he saw. Moments ago, it meant seeing a vision involving three individuals, those who were loved ones of his, and they were in dire need of help.

Hurrying to Drake’s side, she helped him to his feet, then used her telekinesis to summon the remainder of clothing to their bodies. It didn’t even register to her how much faster her abilities worked to respond to her. Her main focus was on her lover.

“They are not far from here, no?” she inquired, brows furrowed in thought. “One of them is in a bad way. We must be able to save him, yes?”

Through the pain and the visions flashing before him, it was her voice that kept him grounded.

This was not what he had intended. The first night they spent together bonded should not have been with her feeling all the pain he was suddenly wrecked with. Sadly, that was the downside to being marked and bonded ─ each was linked in every aspect. But now wasn't the time to think about that. His son-in-law was in dire condition and his grandson wasn't far behind.

Her abilities made getting dressed more than an easy task. Quickness was certainly what they needed because time was not on their side. The only comfort he had at the moment was that Peter was with them and he had a grasp on what was happening to Gunner. Drake should have known this was coming, that an attack on his family was never far off in the making. He blames himself because he had been so consumed by his own pain and grief that he allowed himself to be blindsided by the likes of Hades and his minions.

As much as he didn't want this to be the way he reunited with his family again he was left with no choice. Once more he had to be the bringer of bad news.

" No not far at all. " Drake finally managed to pull himself together enough to find his words. " Every being in this land better pray to whatever god they believe in that we can because if we don't my daughter will spiral into madness and into a darkness none have ever seen before. Nothing will be safe. "

Once he managed to steady himself, his arms wrapped around Valeria. His eyes locked on to hers as he instructed her to hold on tight. Moments later, nothing but a misty trail of smoke remained where they were once standing.

#✦ — • VERSE • Where the Dead Never Sleep •#✦ — • CHARACTER • Drake •#✦ — • CHARACTER • Valeria •#✦ — • YOU’RE MY END AND MY BEGINNING • Drake and Valerie •

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