#attempted murder

[secretlyel]

Mr Qi teaches you how to cliff jump

#stardew valley #stardew fanart #attempted murder #mr qi #concerned ape #sdv fanart

[hoomandoescosplay]

Static | Alastor x Reader Oneshot

“Alastor, the radio demon, is supposedly quite a popular name in Hell. So much so that his name had somehow ventured into the human world.”

“Some people have even tried to summon the demon by giving him offerings hoping he’d show himself to them and grant them powers beyond their own capabilities.”

My friend Naomi explains to me while we walk to our class. “Don’t tell me you’ve tried to summon him.” I sigh. “You usually don’t bring this kind of stuff up before you’ve tried it.”

She’s always been into magic and witchcraft. I honestly don’t understand any of it but she loves talking to me about it.

I definitely believe that kind of stuff exists in the world but it can be so confusing, especially when people make stuff up all the time.

Naomi has said she’s experienced many phenomenons before but she has quite a creative mind.

Naomi grins as she nods her head. “Of course I’ve tried it! Would you like to give it a try? I have the instructions written down in one of my spellbooks.” She starts to rummage around in her backpack.

“It shouldn’t take long. We can do it after school gets out today.” My eyes go wide as I pull her arm stopping us from walking.

“Are you crazy? Absolutely not. No way do I want to try that.” Naomi chuckles. “You really need to learn to have some fun.”

She continues, “There’s no harm in calling out a demon and asking for powers. Besides, you don’t think he’ll actually show up do you?”

I just stare at her. She’s crazy, she has to be crazy. “No harm?” I echo bewildered. I let out a strained laugh. “I honestly don’t even know how to respond to what you just said.”

Naomi shrugs. “The worst thing that can happen is the summoning doesn’t work and your day proceeds as normal. That’s what I call ‘no harm’.” Her smile widens.

“And,” she adds. “It’s our senior year. We have to do something fun and mysterious.” I sigh again. “I guess you’re right.” I readjust my backpack as I take a second to think. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Naomi squeals with delight. “Oh! You’re not going to regret it, not one bit! This is going to be amazing, just you wait and see!” She pulls a small leather bound book out of her backpack.

“Here we are. ‘How to summon demons 101.’ Let’s see what we need…” Naomi starts to scan through a few of the book’s pages.

I see other students look at us as they walk past and I can feel my face heat up. “Maybe we should look at your book after school.” I suggest quietly.

Naomi’s eyebrows raise as she looks up at me. “Yeah… I guess that would be for the best. This isn’t exactly the type of thing you can just pull out of your backpack and flip through in the middle of a hallway without drawing attention to yourself.”

She quickly puts her book back away and we continue to walk to our class.

A few minutes later, we arrive at our class and quickly shuffle into our seats. I look over at Naomi and she’s grinning at me before turning back to face the front of the room.

The teacher quickly walks into the classroom, and class begins. The class progresses as it normally would. The teacher gives the lesson and asks a few questions here and there.

A few times, I catch Naomi looking in my direction, likely waiting until the end of class to start the summoning.

The clock on the wall slowly creeps closer to the end of class. The other students gradually lose interest in the lecture and start to daydream as the teacher keeps lecturing on.

After a few more minutes of lecturing, the teacher pauses. “That’s all the time we have for today. I’d like to end the day with a reminder of our next assignment and the due date for the project we’ve been working on all week.”

I can see Naomi jittering in her seat as we wait to be dismissed and I roll my eyes with a small smile.

The teacher makes a few more announcements before the bell rings. The class quickly rises to their feet and most students start to shuffle for the door.

As I try to make my way to the door, I bump into Naomi who eagerly grabs onto my arm in a tight grip. “Let’s go, you ready?”

I nod. “As ready as I can be.” Naomi squeals once more. “Yes, that’s the spirit!” She starts to pull me out of the classroom, down the hallway and out the front of the school.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

We get to Naomi’s house after a short walk and as we walk in she checks to make sure her parents aren’t home.

“Quick, let’s go up to my room.” Naomi’s eyes dart back and forth as she leads me up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Naomi quickly shuts the door behind me and I can hear her quietly lock the door. She quickly heads over to her bed, places her backpack on it, and pulls out her spellbook.

Naomi quickly flips through the pages as she starts listing off some of the items needed. “Okay… Here’s what we need: a black candle, a glass of water, a salt circle, and the words spoken in the summoning.”

I nod as I walk towards her bed to place my backpack down as well. “Can I see?” I ask, trying to take a peek at her book.

Naomi chuckles and shakes her head. “Not now. As soon as everything is set-up, I’ll let you get a glance.” She closes her book fast.

“Now help me grab some supplies from the closet. I only have one candle.” Naomi walks over to the closet as she waits for me to join her.

I immediately get a strange feeling but shrug it off and walk towards her.

The two of us enter the closet and start grabbing the supplies needed for the candle and the salt circle.

Naomi grabs the candle and a lighter, as well as a small glass for the water while I grab a large bag of salt that’s sitting on the top shelf of the closet.

I make sure to hold the bag of salt carefully so that it doesn’t spill. I then join Naomi back in the middle of the room and she starts to pour the salt into a near perfect circle around the middle of the ground.

As she pours the salt, I can see Naomi make sure that every inch of the circle is covered.

At the very center of the circle, she places the candle and the glass of water. “What’s the glass of water for?” I ask curiously.

“It’s the vessel that holds the demon’s spirit which allows him to take a physical form.” Naomi’s eyes light up as she explains this to you.

I begin to ask another question but she cuts me off. “Oh! I forgot we also need a knife. I’ll be right back.” She runs out of the room as I process what she said. “A knife? Hmm that’s weird.” I mumble.

I have a quiet moment to myself while Naomi is out of the room. I take this moment to walk towards her book and flip through the pages quickly.

The last few cover the ritual we were planning on doing and my eyes widen when I realize none of the materials we collected were used to summon the radio demon.

Suddenly I hear her footsteps coming back up the hallway making me close the book fast. As I’m holding it I make a split second decision to shove it into my backpack.

I then quickly ran to stand back in the area I was in before she left. She opens the door, holding a small steak knife in her hand as she smiles at me.

Naomi happily holds up the knife for me to see. “Look! Isn’t it shiny? It’ll make the ritual look cooler, especially when we plunge it into... Oh well you’ll find out in no time.”

I just stare at her trying to remain calm. “That’s when the fun part starts!” Her eyes shimmer as she stares at me.

“You know,” I start off. “I don’t know if I’m feeling up to this anymore. I didn’t tell my parents I was stopping over here so I should probably head home.” I say quietly.

“Huh? What do you mean you’re not feeling up for this?” Naomi’s voice sharpens as she steps toward me.

I instinctively take a step back as I feel my voice catch in my throat.

“No, no, no. You’re not leaving until this is finished.” Naomi starts walking toward me with the knife held up in front of her.

I continue to walk back more hoping to get to my backpack. “I’m really sorry but maybe another time?” I lie hoping to sound believable enough.

Her voice grows louder as she continues to walk toward me. “Another time? What do you mean another time? No, you’re not leaving until this is finished! There’s no turning back now, we’re in way too far.”

I grab my backpack and try to sidestep her to get to her boardroom door.

As soon as I start to pass her Naomi’s arm quickly reaches out and grabs me.

She pulls me close to her and holds the knife close to my neck as she speaks in a slightly quieter voice, although she’s still angry and loud. “I told you there’s no turning back. You’re not leaving until this is finished.”

“Please let go of me Naomi.” I whisper out. “You really don’t need me for this.” Naomi grips my arm slightly tighter as she tightens the knife against my neck.

She laughs lightly as she stares into my eyes with a devious expression. “Oh, but I do. The ritual calls for a sacrifice and you happen to be the lucky one that I’ve chosen.”

I grab her hand trying to get her to let go of my arm. In response she tightens her grip even more with each time I try to pull her hand off.

“What did I just say? The ritual requires a sacrifice and I can’t have you backing out on me now. I’ve been waiting to summon this demon for months.” My eyes widen as I come to a realization.

“So, you’re gonna sit down and stay put until it’s finished. Okay?” I feel myself start to shake.

“Did you- did you become friends with me just because you wanted to use me for this…” I pause as I take a second to swallow. “For this ritual?”

Naomi’s eyes narrow as she leans in close to my ear to answer. “Of course I did. What, you didn’t think that I’d genuinely want to be friends with you, did you?”

She waits to see if she can get any reaction out of me before continuing. “I saw you standing there by yourself, like a lost little deer, and I knew that I could use you to my advantage.”

She leans back a bit to laugh at the situation causing the knife to stray away from my neck slightly. A strange static feeling in the air makes me notice the knife’s gap.

I quickly dart my eyes around the room and notice that she never re-locked the door after getting the knife.

I use this opportunity to sling my backpack off my shoulder and shove it into her creating enough distance between us.

Naomi lets out a shriek of frustration and surprise as the backpack bumps into her.

She drops the knife and I have enough time to make a break for it. I quickly run out of her room and down the stairs to the door.

I hear her shout out my name from behind me, but I don’t slow down and refuse to turn around to look at her.

Instead, I keep running down the stairs as I open the front door and sprint as fast as I can out the front door and down the sidewalk.

My heart beats out of my chest as I run as fast as I can towards my house.

I get there safely and rush inside, immediately shutting and locking the door behind me.

I sigh in relief as I lean against the wall and take a few deep breaths.

After I’ve calmed down a bit I stand up from against the door. I look around and notice my parents aren’t home yet so I head to my room.

My mind is racing as I realize what just happened. I’ve just escaped from Naomi who planned to sacrifice me in order to summon a demon.

I’m lucky to be alive, and it was pure luck that I happened to slip away. That weird static feeling in the air gave me enough courage to try and create enough space between us for me to run.

I can’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort knowing that the static feeling seemed to have given me some courage to make a break for it.

It’s like something was watching over me in that moment. Whether is was a good or bad something I couldn't care less.

I then remembered I swiped her book earlier. I immediately put my backpack on my bed and pulled out the book.

I flip through the pages, looking for anything that could give me a better idea of what kind of ritual Naomi was planning.

It’s clear it was some sort of demon summoning ritual, but I’m still anxious about what the book has to say about it.

Instead, I feel that static presence once more and before I know it I’ve flipped to the page about the radio demon.

The moment my eyes read the words “The radio demon,” I can feel my heart stop in my chest.

The static feeling in the air intensifies, making the words on the page almost glow. My mind becomes fuzzy while my body remains motionless as I try to process all of this.

I skim over the different sections describing the many reasons people try to summon the radio demon. Some of them are more selfish while others are more selfless.

The section on revenge catches my attention as I imagine getting revenge against Naomi.

It explains that one of the perks of summoning the radio demon is having the ability to exact revenge on those who have wronged you.

The exact method of how to summon him isn’t too complicated and only requires a few items, all of which I’ve got in my room.

I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t try this just for… fuck it I think. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I mock her earlier words.

“Alright. Two can play this game Naomi .” I mutter as I go around my room collecting the materials needed to summon the demon.

By the time I’ve gotten all the items set up, J can’t help but feel nervous.

What if this actually works? What if some kind of demon really shows up in my bedroom?

I feel the static presence in the air get stronger, almost as if something is reassuring me that I’m doing the right thing.

The static presence grows stronger but also warmer as it blankets over my body. The longer I stand in it, the more comfortable I feel.

That’s when my brain starts to wander with questions. What exactly will the demon do once it’s summoned? Will it just stand in my room or will it make itself home in my room?

I can’t help but feel the urge to summon him as the static starts to comfort me. As the static presence continues to grow the urge becomes stronger.

My body feels at ease and any worry or doubts I had start to diminish with every breath.

I begin to recite the words written in the book as the static grows even more.

As I continue to speak I start to hear whispers. Whispers that sound as though they are being transmitted through an old-fashioned radio.

I can barely make out any words from the whispers. They just sound like incomprehensible murmurs.

I close my eyes as I continue. As I finish speaking I keep my eyes closed and I can feel the static in the air. It’s so strong that it makes me think the static has formed itself into an actual presence.

“Well hello there dear. you’ve had an interesting day have you not?” A voice says in front of me.

My eyes snap open at the voice and I see a man, no a demon, in front of me.

He is dressed in a red and black outfit that looks like it’s from the 30’s with a cane that has a microphone attached to it.

He also has deer antlers attached to his head along with a monocle on his face.

He leans into the small microphone attached to his cane as he raises an eyebrow. “You know, I’m not that used to getting summoned by a young lady like you, but I must say your reasons for summoning me are certainly… interesting.”

He notices my stunned expression and lets out a hearty chuckle. “I take it this is your first time trying to summon a demon? And to think that you did it to get revenge on that Naomi girl. Very interesting indeed.”

I gain some of my courage back and speak up. “How did you know I wanted to get revenge on her?”

He smiles as he leans in closer to me, his voice a low hum as he answers. “I knew the moment you started the ritual. Those words of revenge are exactly the reason I answered your call. Revenge is one of my specialties, after all.”

I take in his features some more as he leans towards me and I feel my face flush. For a demon he’s not bad to look at.

My face flushes more as I process that thought. Something is definitely wrong with me to be thinking that.

He takes notice of the blush on my cheeks and raises an eyebrow curiously. However, he doesn’t speak up about it and instead continues to speak.

“And to think, all you wanted was to take revenge on dear little Naomi. What did you plan to do? Stab her?” I shrug and I glance away.

“I figured you’d just have a plan.” I mumble slightly embarrassed that I didn’t think this all the way through.

He nods as he looks me over momentarily. “Of course I have a plan. I’ve been doing this for quite some time now.”

He pauses for a moment. “So, are you ready to go and get your revenge? All you have to do is sit back and let me take care of the rest.”

I nod and his grin widens making the static feeling in the room intensify. “So it’s a deal then little deer?” He asks, extending out his hand to me.

I look down to his outstretched hand and feel myself hesitate despite wanting to take it.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m actually making a deal with a demon. Like this is actually happening and I’m not just dreaming it.

On the other hand, he seems fairly well-mannered and he did promise to take care of the entire thing. Plus, that voice of his is quite hypnotic.

I grab his hand and shake it. “It’s a deal.” A laugh track starts to play from his microphone and a chill goes up my spine.

I look at him straight in the eyes before the room starts to spin and I feel myself blackout.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

As I regain consciousness the first thing I notice is the blood on my hands and a static feeling in the air.

I hear a laugh track play from behind me and as I turn around I’m greeted with by the radio demon’s eyes.

“You did a wonderful job my little deer. Not the cleanest job but a wonderful job nonetheless.” He says while gesturing to Naomi’s lifeless body in front of my feet.

I realize what the blood on my hands means as I see Naomi’s lifeless body as I look down towards the ground. She appears to be lifeless and unmoving, not even seeming to breathe.

I start to take shallow breaths as my body shakes. “We need to…” I begin before taking a shaky breath. “We need to clean this up. Hide this-”

I don’t want to get caught. I don’t want anyone to find out I think as I am still shaking.

You can hear him chuckling softly in the background. “Relax my little deer, nobody will be finding this body anytime soon.”

He looks around and I can see his eyes shine as a thought comes to his mind. “Besides, we’ve got bigger plans to take care of now.”

“And those plans are?” I ask barely above a whisper. This causes his grin to widen.

“Why what I shall do with your soul of course.” He chuckles as I stare at him wide eyed.

“That’s exactly right my little deer. You summoned me and made a deal with me, and the moment I completed your little revenge the deal became sealed.”

He leans into his microphone as if he was addressing a crowded room of people. “The contract is signed, now all I need to do is collect my prize.”

My mind races on what he could mean by that. Is he going to kill me? Will he just take control of my body?

He chuckles as he reads the look on my face. “I know you’re thinking a million things right now. How about I get rid of that uncertainty for you and just get straight to the point.”

I gulp as I just continue to stare at him. “You’re an interesting one. So, I shall let you live out the rest of your human life.”

He pauses as more static fills the room. “However, the moment you die and come to Hell you are mine. Your soul is mine. And I will be able to control you like a pawn whenever I please.”

His voice shifts to more of a demonic tone as he finishes speaking. While I know I should be utterly terrified and live the rest of my life in unresting fear all I can think about is how I wouldn’t mind being a pawn to him.

I have a feeling this won’t be the last I see of him before I eventually end up in Hell.

His grin grows wider as he senses that I’m not feeling as frightened as most people usually are when confronting a demon.

Instead, it seems to him I’m enamored even. “I must say, my little deer, you aren’t like anything I’ve seen before.”

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[yellowbrickramble]

Scarecrow is singing Fancy Girl, the opening credits theme song of Ozu no Mahōtsukai, the Wizard of Oz anime series. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it in the news posts before, but I'm not going to go back and check.

It adapted the first 3 books and also the 6th book. The only official translation is a dub which butchered the first few episodes and only covered the first two storylines, so I'd recommend finding a fan sub if you can.

If you like my comics, please support me on Patreon! (link in bio)

#web comic #marvelous land of oz #ozma #yellow brick road #no such thing as stupid #scarecrow #attempted murder

[neonpaperlanterns]

Okay part two of the last request! (Also good job on the first one).

Dog day x reader heavy angst to fluff.

Poppy, kissy, and dog day realize the reader has been taken by catnap. They search for he and only end up back in play house. Throughout the search dog day gets more and more panicked and aggressive. They find the reader is bad shape and hung in the same jail like dog day used to be. (Trigger warning). Dog day, while seeing this, just losses his mind…his pupils no longer visible in his eye sockets. Catnap taunts dog day asking if he’s that attached to the reader before dog day tackled his and fights him. The fight pretty gore heavy and dog day yells at catnap while fighting saying he should’ve killed him. It gets to a point where dog day is about to kill catnap but the reader weakly calls for him and he immediately stops and looks back to see them okay. They run away and nurse her back to health before dog day confessed that he loves her and the two kiss. The end!

Wake Up

Part two of Star Gazing. [Part one]

[A/n: Trigger warnings for mild blood and gore. And technically attempted murder.]

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DogDay fought against the rubble of their destroyed fort. Smoke clogged his nose and made his head spin. The world around him was becoming hazy as he clawed his way out. There was a throbbing sensation in his left leg as he attempted to right himself. Scrubbing at his eyes, he tried to clear his vision. 

It wasn’t working. 

Shapes were blurring together and his knees were buckling. 

“Angel?” He called out, his voice filled with choked panic. He was met with silence. 

“Angel?” He called out again, trying to stay standing as he stumbled through the room. “Poppy? Kissy?” His voice echoed and bounced around in his own skull uncomfortably. 

“Where are you?” DogDay felt his shoulders sagging as his gait became uneven. Tripping into the hallway he tried to brace himself. He had to stay standing. He had to find them, had to find you. But his arms weren’t working, they felt disconnected from the rest of him. And with every shuddering breath he took he filled his lungs with more of that horrible gas. 

“No I have to…. I have to…” words slurred together as he slipped down the wall. “Have to find every… everyone..” Against his will DogDay’s eyes dropped closed. Even behind closed lids all he could see was red.

* * *

“W..ke u.. ,Do..da.. co..e on wa..e up!” DogDay groaned, something was touching him and he needed it to stop. 

“Go away.” He went to push away the insistent thing that kept shoving him but everything was just so heavy.

“No! Ple..e you hav.. to g..t up!” Oh god why were they so loud! 

“DOGDAY!” Every fiber of his being shattered like glass as his eyes snapped open. Adrenaline tore through his veins as he bolted up. Pain lanced through his head as his gaze bounced around unfocused.

“Wha-” small hands grabbed at his face. But something was incorrect, it made the hair on his spine stand on end. 

“It’s us, it’s Poppy.” His heart was thundering in his chest as he tried to even his breathing. Looking down he felt more confused than reassured as he stared at Poppy.

“Where’s..” he trailed off, eyes darting around looking for you. Yet all he found was Kissy and the small doll still grasping at his face. 

“Catnap took them.” Poppy’s voice came out quiet as she clutched at him.

DogDay stopped breathing, his vision was narrowing .

No. 

This couldn’t be happening.

No. No. No. 

A low snarl was building in his chest as he dug furrows into the ruined ground. He has no idea how you have kept calm in situations like this. How you kept them all from falling apart. He wished he could be but he wasn’t you. Standing up he felt as the fur around his chin was tugged at and he heard the surprise squeak leave Poppy as she dropped to the ground. If you were here you would comfort her, you wouldn’t have pulled away like he did. But you weren’t and Dogday wasn’t you.

Storming his way out of the school he didn’t stop to see if the others were following. He knew exactly where that traitor had taken you. Ripping out the metal lamppost that stood out front, he felt it twist and bend underneath his grip. 

“DogDay wait, we should think this through.” Poppy called after him but he didn’t listen. You would have listened. You always listened to them, to their concerns, their fears, everything. You listened.

But he was not you.

Gritting his teeth DogDay stared down The Playhouse. 

“Please-” Poppy flinched backwards as a snarl tore from his throat, interrupting her. 

“No! Angel needs us. I will not leave them with that thing for another moment.” Later he would regret how he acted towards Poppy but right now he didn’t care. His heart clenched in his chest and he could feel the blood rushing in his ears. The door loomed above him and he could feel himself hesitating. 

DogDay could still smell the cloying scent of old blood and mildew. He could still see those hungry piercing eyes. Could still feel those gaping ravenous mouths tearing him apart piece by piece. 

Bile pooled at the back of his throat. He had thought he would never have to come back here. Had done everything to make sure that you, him, or the girls wouldn’t have to step foot inside that hellish nightmare again. But here he was and he was hesitating and he hated himself for it.You needed him and he was just standing out here. 

The image of your content face and the feeling of your weight on his chest flooded his mind. 

Gritting his teeth he tightened his grip on the metal pole. 

BANG!

Metal creaks as he kicks the door.

BANG!

This isn’t subtle. He was sure Catnap could hear this.

BANG!BANG!BANG!

Pain lances through his leg.

CRASH!

DogDay is breathing heavily as dust flies up into the air. He can hear skittering as he runs towards the cells. The feeling of being followed made his skin scrawl as he rushed through the once colorful plush maze. His vision narrowed as he threw himself at the entrance to the pool. 

He stopped again. 

The pool area was shrouded in deep shadows, the only light came from the one above the other door. It flickered sporadically, elongating the silhouettes made by the rusted ducks. 

Memories unbidden clawed their way to the forefront of his mind.

Everything is so quiet, it feels near deafening after the alarms. He can still hear the screaming, how they cried for help. The phantom of pounding fists pulse along his chest and the taste of iron still lingers on his tongue. His head is spinning, the world is tilted and he doesn’t know which way is up.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” DogDay shouts. Ears twitch as Catnap turns to look at him. The feline's head is titled in confusion. He flinches as the cat approaches, slow and measured Catnap looms above him.

“What do you mean what I’ve done?” A heavy purple paw still stained with blood comes up to rest on his shoulder. 

It pulls him closer.

“I think you mean, what have we done.” the words slither along DogDays’s ears. It makes him gag. The smell of poppy’s is suddenly rapidly filling the air.

“And what we have done my friend is give those that hurt us exactly what they deserve.”

Eyes flutter open, DogDay’s vision slowly swims into focus. Everything feels heavy. Attempting to lift his head feels impossible. 

A wheezing groan escapes past his uncomfortably parched mouth.

“Oh you’re awake.” The sound of Catnaps voices makes his stomach churn. 

“That’s unfortunate.” It’s said with dull amusement. “But I suppose you will succumb again soon.” The way the cat was speaking was grating on his ears. 

“Wh.. Why?” He choked out, his throat felt so dry. Catnaps hums at his question. Through blurry eyes he watches as a paw comes up to rest on lower abdomen. 

“He said it would be better this way.” Catnaps' tone continues to hold the same dull amusement.

“What wou- Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

DogDay sucked in a breath, heart leaping into his throat as a scream echoed through the decrepit pool room. The sound bounced around in his skull and for a moment he didn’t know if it was real. What was happening? Clutching at his chest he felt like all the air had escaped his lungs.

“Aaaahhhhh!” Another scream and he was moving. Ramming into the other door he burst into the other room. The faint orange glow of old candles littered the hallway. Visibility was low but it didn’t matter. At the end of the room stood Catnap, hunched over with gas billowing out of his mouth. 

He couldn’t see you but he could hear you. Soft quiet sobs drifted through the air. 

“Oh you’re here.” He watched as the feline cocked his head to the side. Something flickered in those cavernous eyes.

“We thought you’d never come.” Catnap’s tail swished lazily as he fully turned to look at DogDay. The traitor's face was on full display now and something snapped inside of the canine. Blood was splattered across the feline's face. It stained the purple fur crimson and the world suddenly became solely centered on the cat. 

DogDay saw red. 

In seconds he was breathing the same air as that… that bastard. Raising his weapon, it made contact with CatNap’s head. The monster screeched as he attempted to scramble backwards. DogDay didn’t let him get far. Bringing the pole down he could hear a CRUNCH.

Catnap’s shoulder sagged. 

He brought it down again.

And again.

And again.

Catnap was screaming. Red was pooling beneath him. He was trying to fight back. Claws would swipe at him, tearing into his skin but he kept bringing the metal pole down. Kept hearing crunch after crunch.

“DogDay.”

 Scream after scream.

“DogDay!”

Plea after false plea,

“DOGDAY!” DogDay stopped, the pole raised. His body shook from the aborted motion. 

“DogDay please stop. Please.” His head snapped to the side. You hung there in a cell all too familiar. Your arms stretched above you with belts pulled tight enough to bruise. Blood spotted along your clothes and dripped from your mouth. He swallowed thickly as he looked at your tear stained face.

“Please.” You begged, your voice hoarse. The pole clattered to the floor as he rushed over to you. His hands were shaking as he undid your binds. You dropped heavily into his waiting arms. 

He watched as you curled closer to his chest.

“Please get me out of here.” He could only nod at your request. His voice failed him as he held you close. Taking uneasy steps towards the exit he glanced behind him.

Catnap was a bloody heap. He was breathing, it was shallow but he was breathing. Trickles of smoke fell from his gaping maw and one eye light flickered, stained a murky red. The cat watched them with a look DogDay could not decipher. A paw weakly reached out towards him, Catnaps jaw clicked wordlessly.

DogDay shut the door.

* * *

Hiding above PlayCare DogDay watched over you. 

You’ve been asleep for four days. Barely waking up enough for him to at least get some water in you. Poppy and Kissy would creep in, their movements skittish as they dropped off supplies. He would watch how weary they were, how they kept glancing at him and God he needed to apologize. Yet every time he tried the words would get caught in his throat. 

All he could muster was a nod of acknowledgement and a whispered ‘you don’t have to leave.’ but they wouldn’t stay. He really couldn’t blame them. 

Taking a fresh cloth he wiped it over your face. The cuts along your cheeks and forehead were thankfully shallow. He got the feeling they were meant to be superficial. A way to upset him, which worked. Rage and guilt bubbled in his gut every time he looked at you. 

If he hadn’t hesitated. If he had just been a little bit faster then maybe you wouldn’t be in the state you were.

“Now that’s not the expression I wanted to see when I woke up.” Your cracking voice had him dropping the cloth. His focus solely on your groggy lopsided smile.

“You’re awake.” His voice comes out wobbly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I should go get-” A hand on his face cuts him off. Your thumb is tracing along his cheek and you’re looking at him with such affection that it makes all his thoughts but one come to a halt.

“I’m so happy you’re awake.” He choked out as tears welled in his eyes. “And I’m so sorry.” He cried as he nuzzled further into your hand. 

“No, no, don't apologize.” You’re hushing him, wiping his tears away as you cradled his head in your hands. “Please don’t apologize. What happened wasn’t your fault.” You lean your forehead against his.

Tears blurr his vision as he continues to cry. “But-” A soft bush of lips against his make him pause. Leaning back he stares at you, wide-eyed.

“No buts. I love you, you saved me. You protected me. Never apologize for that.” You shake him a little bit for emphasis. 

“You love me?” He asks, disbelief coloring his tone.

“Yes, very much.” You’re smiling and his heart is beating so fast and hard that he is sure you can hear it.

“I love you too, so much that I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.” Tentatively he leaned forward. “Can.. Can I?” He looks down at your lips then back up to your eyes. 

You answer him by closing the gap. He can feel as your hands gently run over the back of his head. His arms came up to wrap around your waist. 

DogDay melts into your embrace. 

When this is all over he can’t wait to see the stars with you.

#poppy playtime #dogday poppy playtime #reader insert #dogday x reader #mild blood and gore #attempted murder #love confessions #first kiss #catnap #poppy #kissy missy #angry outburst #traumatic memories #hour of joy

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 3)

Requested by: /

Warnings: Talks of murder, unlogical magic use, abuse of spells, violence and yandere stuff.

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

And it was ass-

Draco woke up early to do his hair, insisting that he'd do yours aswell. And no, you were never as high end as him, so getting all these forgein products put into your hair wasn't pleasant.

He began choosing your weekend outfits. Styled your school robes when he didn't approve of how ruffled they were, he even went as far as to push you into the bathroom to shower when he found you too greasy. By wich you mean everyday....

You hadn't expected the blonde to be such a control freak, but he was. Okay, maybe you should have... 

Currently, you were simply walking down a secluded hall.. again, when the statue next to you and Draco let its axe drop.

You weren't fast enough to completly save your most controlling friend, tough you did pull him into you out of reflex. A bleeding cut was created on his left arm... but it was better then getting an axe trough your head, you suppose.

Draco screams out in angony and you wince as the sound hurt your ears.

You drag the fool with you to the infirmairy while he's crying out in pain, hoping you get there before he passes out because in no way are you strong enough to carry this lanky kid.

You grit your teeth as you think back to the now thrid attempt at Draco's life. What student even has the balls to attempt this even once? And how had the teachers not caught them?

And why is Harry Potter staring at you and Draco from behind a corne-

What.

You whip your head around to face the chosen one who freezes as he's caught.

"I can explain-" He stutters out with his hands up to show his innocence.

"Did you try to kill him?" You ask simply while Draco's just screaming.

"No-"

"Okay." You turn back around and keep walking, you had bigger problems then Potter's questions right now.

"What? No wait-" He runs after you as you keep walking.

You don't really react as you keep dragging Draco away to the infirmairy.

Mrs.Pomfrey gasps in shock as you bring Draco in, she immeadiatly gets to work and you can finally drop the screaming blonde onto a bed, tough he's mostly just crying now.

Draco demands that you hold his other hand while Pomfery heals his arm.

So you suck up your free will and sit next to his bedside to hold his hand.

Harry hasn't left... Just stares at the scene in confusion.

"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" The dark haired boy asks.

You eye him for a moment, as you've never talked before.

"I'm not." You shrug and Draco almost snarls.

".. You are." The blonde croaks out in pain, just to correct you.

You roll your eyes and Harry's frown tightens.

"Do you have any clue's on who's trying to kill him?" Harry asks, as if the target isn't right by you two.

"A student, thats all I know. And if you're going to be asking questions atleast make it less obvious that you're interogating us." You scoff and the boy bites his lip, pushing his glasses back up.

"I want to help-" 

"Yourself. We know." 

You finish for him and he looks baffled.

"Thats not what I was going to say." Harry frowns more, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"But it was what you meant. It's a student, thats all I know. Now shoo because the more I talk to you the harder this git squishes my hand." You side glare at Draco who is currently glaring at Harry.

"Then let go of him. He'll be fine on his own, come help us search." Harry suggests a bit calmly now.

Wow, you've never tought of just letting go- Ofcourse you had! Draco just had a deathgrip on your hand.

"This doesn't concern you, Potter." You shake your head. Harry steps closer to look you in the eye.

"No, it does concern me. Nothing at this school ever happens without Voldemort being behind it, it has to be some kind of elaborate plan to get the schools defences down." Harry tries to convince you.

"Ah yes, killing Lucius' son is gonna bring all of Hogwarts down! The worst it's gonna do is have Draco's dad sue the school or something." You explain.

"You know his father?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Well not personally, why?" You ask in confusion, eyebrows scrunching together.

"He's evil." Harry whispers as if he isn't being glared at by the blonde.

"Yea so? Thats not my problem?" You shrug again and ignore the pulling on your hand from a clearly annoyed Slytherin.

"What? That... Y/N, just help us, you're with Draco all the time, and you've saved him too. We can solve this together." Harry starts again with his proposal.

"No, Potter, let the teachers solve things for once, go study or something. And why do you know my name?" You narrow your (e/c) eyes.

Harry stiffens. From what you've heard of Draco's shittalking, he's quite the stalker. Tough you'd never expected to be a victim of it.

"Don't worry about it, you're well known-"

"I'm not."

"You're friends with a Malfoy."

"I'm not." You repeat again.

"..You are.." Draco buts in again.

You sigh at the absurdity of this all. Harry wanted that thrill of mystery. Draco wanted a friend he could control and you just wanted to pass this year.

Very diffrent wants and needs. Not compatible.

So you'd ditch them both.

Easy as that.

When Draco was allowed out of the infirmairy you helped him back up to your shared room and ran off as fast as you could.

Two goals in mind, catch the mystery person and avoid everyone else.

So, out of pure desperation, you stole a polyjuice potion from proffesor Snape's supply. How, you may ask. You snuk a letter up under the door of his office that said he was needed by Dumbledore in terms of his potions career. It couldn't be too obvious, but it seems you had nailed it.

So without furder ado, you threw a hair of your blonde 'friend' into the potion. You had snatched a Slytherin tie from his closet. Quite an idiotic descicion to let you live in his dorm...

Oh well. You were transformed in a matter of minutes, tried to adjust the now blonde hair back to how neat Draco usually had it and set off to go find the most secluded and dark places off the castle.

If they wanted Draco malfoy dead, then they'd have to try harder.

It didn't take long before you felt watched. But you had to keep the cocky air up around you. Chin up, back straight. 

And bam! A spell again! Right past your face from behind. Since you weren't actually Draco, you had been on guard. And this time this sucker wasn't getting away.

You chugged down a speed potion, accio-ing your broom as you ran after the person. Draco's height aided your sprint, tough you hoped the polyjuice potion didn't affect your own pyshical abilities because you doubt that Draco could hold up running as long as you.

Your broom flew into your hand not long after, stealing tricks from Potter wasn't a bad idea as long as no-one saw it!

You didn't even sit on the long stick, no time for that. You just let it drag you along as it flew. You didn't know brooms could even work like that, but your will power was enough for it to do so.

You pushed off against walls as you followed this person into the darker parts of the castle. Deeper into the dungeons. They must have realised long ago that you weren't Draco, or they'd have tried something to hurt you.

Glidinf off of stairs, ignoring the harsh thuds you made against walls and the layers of skin under your pants that were getting torn up by your landing and frantic turns and collisons.

It could all be fixed. As long as you finally caught this damm person it would all be worth it.

With a last jump you caught onto the persons black hood, togging it off and holding in to keep them in your grip.

A feminine yelp left the wrongdoer's mouth as you threw her onto the ground. Letting your broom fly out of your hands so you could pull out you wand, aimed right at her neck.

A....

A child....

First year, maybe.... second year?

You didn't know. But you eyes widened at the sight of this... scared girl.

 But now's not the time to be weak, who knows, maybe she took a polyjuice potion too to get the wrong person jailed.

"Explain, right now." You demand in a snarl. It must have looked a lot more intimidating considering you had Draco's face at the moment... It was strange hearing his voice say your words...

"I-I only want him dead!" The girl shouts out. You stiffen and tug her up by the hair.

"And why?" You narrow your now grey eyed gaze. Glaring harshly.

"His father ruined my family! Why are you helping him!?" The girl sobbed. You weren't sure what to do...

Let a kid kill Draco or just turn her in...

You couldn't let her roam free and try again. If Draco actually died you'd be suspicious too.... And intergogated. Truth serum and bam, they had you as the one that let the murderer get away.

Is that a selfish tought?

Are you allowed to think that way?

"I'm helping him because I'm not letting someone die, Malfoy or not." You bite back.

"Thats stupid, he's using you! Let me go!" The girl tries to kick you, a quick 'Stupefy' to the face knocks her right out.

No, you made your desciscion, better safe then sorry. You'd just... deliver her to Dumbledore... Thats better then.. Snape? Better then McGonnagall? Atleast punishment wise. Maybe.. they'd just send her to therapy?

Yea.. lets believe in that...

You carried the girl out of the dungeons. Exhausted by the end of the stairs. If only you knew a spell to make bodies float, too bad thats a Potter exclusive.

After some breaks and huffs, you got to Dumbledore's way too high up office.

Trying to make the walls open or whatever, you hadn't ever been here before...

And you still looked like Draco...

Oh this day couldn't get any worse.

You managed to open the gateway, dropped the kid on a chair at Dumbledore's office and looked him in the eye.

"Malfoy, what brings you and Delaine here?" Dumbledore inquires calmly.

"It's L/N, sir. This is the girl thats been trying to kill Malfoy, excuse my looks..." You sigh and run a hand trough your- Draco's hair. Too much gel for your liking...

"L/N? I see. And how did you aquire a polyjuice potion?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.

He didn't look mad but you were'nt going to risk it.

"Lucius Malfoy aided me and Draco in our plan, sir." You lied spontaniously. The old man didn't seem to question it and just nodded.

....

"She isn't going to.. Azkaban, right?" You ask in a whisper.

"No... Miss Delaine hasn't killed anyone... yet. She'll be undergoing a trial. I'll be sure to give your house twenty points for your heroic behavior. You like it on the down low, don't you?" Dumbledore smiles.

You stiffen at his sudden.. correct assumption.

You tought he knew lots, but to know personal things about you? Some random student? Weirdo...

What's he? All seeing?

"You're dismissed, L/N. Be sure to visit the imfirmairy, you look quite rustled." Dumbledore advised and opens the gateway for you again.

You nod and walk out.

Only when the door closes again does your calm expression twist into guilt...

You just ruined some girls life... Not as bad as going to Azkaban... but you defenitly fucked it up..

But.. but it would have been worse for her if she had actually killed Draco. You keep repeating that all the way to the infirmairy.

Why did it have to be some kid?

You weren't sure wether to tell Draco the morning after.

You had come back to the dorm, no strange onlookers glared at you now that you looked liked Draco.

Tough you watched in the mirror as the potions' effects wore off. As the blonde melted back into (h/c) and your body became your own again.

All while you saw the person you were sleeping behind you.

He wasn't even tucked in correctly...

So you did that first... then went to bed yourself.

And now here you were, with Draco gushing over how amazing you looked with the Slytherin tie and how you should steal his clothes more often.

You refrained from looking angry since he didn't need to know all about your reasons for it.

A shame you forgot to change before going to sleep...

He made you wear that tie for the whole day.

It was like a claim.

You weren't sure how you felt about this whole 'friendship' anymore now that the murder problem had been resolved...

Maybe you'd just stick around untill one of the teachers officially announces that the case was solved.

You just wanted your old friends back, your old roomates...

But luck was never on your side.

Not a week after, it had been revealed, wich seemed good. You weren't mentioned, just like Dumbledore knew you wanted.

But oh boy. Someone else knew.

Lucius Malfoy.

The man himself came to visit Hogwarts and singled you and Draco out after dinner.

Exposing your heroic deeds and making Draco like you even more.

he assumed you cared about him to do all this. You just had the basic human decency to not let someone die.

Thats all there was to it.

Atleast on your side.

After Lucius' visit, Draco didn't let you leave him like you had planned.

And you were finally fed up.

Packing your stuff, you'd just move back to your dorm without asking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco stood in the doorway. Closing the door behind him as he walked in.

"Moving back. The murder is solved." You state calmly, trying not to provoke anything in the blonde.

"Y/N, you can't do that." He shakes his head and opens your wardrobe again to put your clothes back.

"I can. I've helped you, it's over now." You refuse and put the clothes back in your suitcase.

Draco's face twists into a frown as he comes closer.

"We're not over."

"That isn't what I said-"

"You're mine, Y/n."

Draco announces so directly you needed a moment for the shock to pass so that that cringe feeling could swarm over you.

"Excuse me?" You ask in offence.

"You're mine. In everyway a person could be mine." Draco elaborates, it isn't making his words any better."

"You're sounding absurd." You facepalm but your wrist gets snatched and pulled to his chest.

"You don't understand. I want you in every way there is to want. You're my soulmate. Platonically, Romantically- whatever ally there is. You're the first true friend I've had. You're mine." Draco grins slightly... pshycotically.

Sure mental problems are allowed but keep them to yourself, jeez.

"Did someone make you chug a love potion? Go sober up in the corner and then we'll talk." You keep your cool. Even if you're freaking out on the inside. He isn't acting normal. This has to be a potion of somekind.

Surely it is.

"My father has already agreed that I can court you, Y/N. Don't you see how good this could be for you.?" Draco smiles, trying to convince you of his ultimate love.

You cringe and try to back away, but the blonde just backs you up more into the wardrobe.

"Don't fight our bond." Draco whispers rather creepily.

You'd rather fight both the bond and him if you could choose.

But the moment that you did, or well, attempted to punch him, you were out like a light.

Just like that girl you caught, Draco had 'stupefied' you too.

Knocked out cold for him to gush over.

He just needed a friend that wouldn't leave him.

A friend that wasn't fake.

And you were perfect, seeing as you had no trouble insulting him.

So you were his.

You'd stay his.

You had chosen wrong.

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Kinda lame ending, I know.

But I mean, good enough for a long ass one shot like this. Coudln't let it get too long.

Requests are always open. This is also on Wattpad (its one whole chapter there), and request can be done there too! Whatever you prefer!

have a nice day/night <3

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Words: 5210 (If you read all three parts)

taglist: @maggiecc

#yandere #yandere x reader #oneshots #harry potter #yandere draco malfoy #draco malfoy #xreader #reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #hogwarts #mystery #roomates #spells #attempted murder #posseiveness #dumbledore #draco malfoy x reader #platonic yandere

[whumblr]

Payback

"What on earth are you all doing?!"

The team startled and froze in their tracks when Caretaker's voice boomed through the room. They glanced up to the landing, barely daring to meet Caretaker's eye when they noticed his thunderous expression matched the tone of his outburst. But they didn't pull away from the struggling figure under them, keeping him to his knees and keeping a gun trained against the back of his head.

"Whumpee still hasn't woken up," one of the members snarled, forcing Whumper's head down with the gun. "You saw what this scum did to them! It's time for some payback."

Caretaker bristled, his hands still on the railing, knuckles white. Then he took a deep breath and let go, slowly making his way down the stairs, boots clanking heavily against the metal grate.

"Give me that!" he snarled, and snatched the gun away. He stood over Whumper, who had startled as well and his struggles had melted away. He looked up at Caretaker; didn't say a word, but his eyes betrayed a call for mercy.

"I agree," Caretaker hissed and cocked the gun. Whumper closed his eyes as the click echoed through the silent room. "A certain payback is order."

He aimed and without hesitation fired two rounds, one in both Whumper's shoulders.

Screams rose up and Whumper fell back, writhing on the floor.

"Take him to medbay, patch him up, lock him up," Caretaker said without looking down and he pressed the gun back into his friend's hands. "Listen up! No one, and I mean no one, kills this bastard."

He glanced down and Whumper shuddered at the cold glare.

"Because I am not done with him yet. And maybe, when Whumpee wakes, we'll see if he's lucky enough to end it with a single bullet through the head."

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Tagging: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @whumpifi

#whump #whump drabble #revenge whump #whumper turned whumpee #caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #attempted murder #torture #implied torture #gunshot wound #captivity #my writing

[fabuloustrash05]

Y’all say Rise Donnie would hate 2012 April when in truth, when he finds out she has psychic powers he’s gonna EAT THAT SHIT UP!

Do every experiment with her to see how powerful she is and try to convince her to use her powers to commit crimes with/for him.

#and she’s be down #2012 ​April has committed crimes #breaking and entering #impersonating an officer #attempted murder #they’d become besties #random thoughts #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #april o'neil #tmnt april #tmnt 2012 april #crossover #brotp

[kayamark]

My demon (2023)

Ep 10

#my demon #kdrama #asian drama #korean drama #whump community #whump #asian whump #asian #korean #fire #explosion #car accident #attempted murder

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Shaquille O’Neal tried to kill me except he was narrating everything like a Gold Bond commercial.

#dream #shaquille o'neal #gold bond #commercial #violence tw #horror #nightmare #narration #attempted murder #shaq

[mariefilms]

╰───► Summer in Europe - e. williams

uno.

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Pairing- mafia princess and assassin!ellie williams x assassin!black fem reader

Warnings- 18+ MDNI!!!!! angst, smut, references/allusions to murder, dirty talk, pet names ( ma, baby), fingering (r! receiving), squirting, use of strap on, multiple orgasms (2), uhhhh i think that’s it.

Synopsis- you and ellie found love when you were both at your lowest, a summer in rome was one of your best ideas until you got a call telling you to kill the love of your life.

a/n- this is my first time writing smut so don’t be too harsh🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 (nsfw under the cut) this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but it was getting long so i decided to split it up into to 2-3 parts, i hope you guys like it !!

it was the summer of 2027 when you fell in love with her. you were only supposed to stay in Italy for two weeks before you met her. ellie was captivating, nothing like anybody you’d ever seen before. she was so hooked on you she followed you around like a puppy not knowing what dangers being in your presence would entail. The lavish dates and time you and ellie spent together only progressed your love for each other. unfortunately, you were needed back home. you had to take care of a client even if you wanted to stay in your little fantasy bubble with ellie. the trip wasn't supposed to last this long and sadly, your work was calling you. you’d never abandoned it for this long of a time period. Therefore, it was time to get back to the real world and out of this lovesick haze. ellie decided it was best to treat you to one last dinner before you had to leave even though she never knew if you were coming back. It was one of the best dates you had ever been on since you’d come to rome. ellie made sure your every need was met and she couldn't help but fall into the pit of love deeper and deeper, not knowing how you would crush her heart and she would crush yours.

on your way back home you got a call from your handler, he was seething at your radio silence for the past three months and didn’t want to have to report it to the higher-ups. that would start a worldwide manhunt neither of you wanted to deal with. “seth, it’s fine ok. i just needed a break.and you of all people should know the importance of that.” sighing, you grabbed a glass of champagne that was offered to you by a waiter.

to your luck, he relented on his incessant nagging (it was all in worry for your well-being, he was getting old and he couldn’t keep saving your ass anymore now) and told you about your next job that needed to be done asap. your assignment was to seduce and kill the notorious mob princess and best assassin the world had seen since julio santana, ellie williams. adoptive daughter of joel miller and tess miller.

your heart dropped in familiarity with her name. everything around you became muddled when you realized. you couldn’t believe your luck. it would only be you who’d have to kill the one and the only person who you loved. “ i-i can’t do this one seth.”

“what- why can’t you do it? you’ve never been opposed to taking a job before. what’s wrong about this one!?”

“its a conflict of interest seth! i can’t fulfill an assignment on someone i know very fucking intimately!” you yelled into the phone and throwing your hands up in the air. this was easily becoming one of the worst days of your life, and you’ve had more of those than you could count.

“what a load of bullshit! you know all of your victims intimately that is the whole point of your job y/n!” he yelled back and you tried not to snap at him because he did take very good care of you but you were tired of his shit.” it’s fucking different seth! this isn’t some one night stand type of thing! i fell for her! i cant and wont fucking do it!” you were seething in your seat in the plane trying not to disturb the other passengers.

“i don’t give a shit about that y/n! you will do what needs to be done, you KNOW, the damn rules!” you tuned him out after that. you didn’t want to hear the truth and tried not to think about the inevitable.

seth was rambling in your ear, still going on and on about how you have no choice and the threat of the higher-ups still lingering because of your long absence, and how you fucked up falling in love with someone from the mob. you tried to argue you didn’t know she was from the mob, just rich but he wouldn’t hear it. you could honestly give less of a fuck about the higher ups but you remembered why you were even in this business in the first place, making your decision a pretty easy one. deciding you had enough of his incessant whining you took the job with a broken heart.

it was october when you finally made your way back to italy. you took a month at home of getting your affairs in order to successfully complete this assignment. you cried so much throughout the downtime to the point where you had nothing left in you but deep despair. the urge of going MIA and not completing the mission was strong, but you couldn’t do that, you made a promise and had a job to do. you couldn’t let a measly love affair stop you even if she meant the world to you. you had to keep up your end of the bargain or shit would get messy.

after you landed at the airport you went through baggage claim and made your way to the lobby before you spotted ellie waiting for you. your heart warmed and filled with dread all at once when you saw her. you rolled your suitcase up to her and smiled when she turned to look at you. ellie looked so pretty standing in front of you. she looked at you like you hung the stars. her piercing green eyes were shining with love while she dragged her gaze on you up and down smiling brightly.

“hi baby” she greeted you breathlessly and wrapped her arms around your waist while going in for a deep kiss. you reciprocated instantly, never getting used to the way she made you feel. you broke the kiss and smiled back up at her. “i missed you so much” you whispered into her lips. “me too, ma” she whispered back before kissing you again but this time it was more vigorous. she ran her hands up and down your sides feeling all your curves and committing them to memory. she'd missed this so much, she'd missed you so much. despite the timing of your relationship, she felt a deep connection to you. ellie couldn’t fathom you leaving her anymore after you came back and decided to stay with her. she squeezed you tighter not wanting to let you go (in more ways than one) but knew y’all had to get back so she could help you unpack and finally fuck you like she’d been wanting to.

“let’s get back, wanna show you much i missed you” she whispered in your ear while her hands drifted down to your ass and cupped it through your jeans. you gasped and pushed her off of you while laughing. “have some decency, we're in public ellie!” she rolled her eyes at you before smacking your ass and grabbing your bags. “you wasn’t saying that while i was tonging you down” your face went warm at her words, forgetting how bold she tended to be, not being afraid to speak anything that was on her mind. “ok but that’s completely different than you groping me!” you smacked her arm and she just laughed at your response, pulling you into her while you both walked out the airport and into her car. her driver was waiting outside of it and took your bags from her. he then opened the door so you both could get in.

during the ride back to ellie’s place, your mind couldn’t stop racing. you felt so wrong for lying to ellie like this. acting like you were here in rome to continue your relationship with her but actually on an assignment to kill her. it was weighing so heavy on you that ellie noticed the shift in your demeanor. she didn’t know why you started to feel upset but she had a feeling it was about you being back in rome away from home and familiarity. she had no clue what your real intentions were, she was still under the impression that you were here for her and trying to commit to a serious relationship, not just a fling. ellie didn’t know that you knew what she did for a living and who she was connected to. she prayed you’d never have to see or experience that side of her. when she was handling her business she was a different person. her anger issues peaking and making her seem borderline psychotic. she wasn’t proud of what she did for a living but it’s what she grew up around ever since joel picked her up off the streets, saving her from a piece of shit who didn’t know how to keep his hands off of little girls.

ever since then she vowed to ruthlessly murder anybody who thought it was ok to do anything remotely close to that.

when ellie’s driver finally pulled up to her house your mood had brightened significantly. ellie was trying her hardest to cheer you up during the long drive the best she could and it worked for the most part. you still had a heavy weight on your shoulders from the responsibility of taking ellie’s life but you decided to not let it bother you for the rest of the day. you needed to appreciate all the time you had left with ellie.

ellie’s driver, who you later learned was named jesse, opened the door for you both to get out of the car and go inside.

“hey love, wait inside for me. i need to take an important call real quick.” ellie kissed your cheek before rounding to the other side of the black g-wagon.

you sighed before agreeing to her demand and walked into ellie’s home. it was a black interior and exterior modernesque house that was ducked off from the bustling city of rome. you’d been here many times in the 3 months you first visited but it never failed to take your breath away. jesse brought your bags in while you got settled in. since ellie was outside taking a call you felt this was the perfect time to hide your weapons to lower any levels of suspicion— not that ellie suspected you, you were just paranoid and had a lot of guilt.

luckily you managed to hide them in very obscure places and avoided being seen by jesse and just in time before ellie ended her phone call, dismissed jesse and finally came inside to spend time with you.

she found you in the kitchen and you were praying she didn’t notice how wound up you were. just seconds before she made her way into the kitchen you had hidden a pistol in a compartment behind the oven. you felt like you were sweating bullets and tried to act as normal as possible when she came up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and giving your neck little pecks. “what are you doing in here baby?” she mumbled into the kisses she was giving your neck, stirring up a sizzling heat in your lower regions.

“nothin’, i just decided that i wanted to cook something today instead of us going out again.” you giggle at her kisses turning ticklish and feeling her smile against your neck while she sways with you in her arms to a random beat in her head.

you turned around in her arms ready to tell her you needed to start gathering the ingredients before she cut you off with a toe-curling kiss.

“i missed you so much baby. that was the worst month of my life” you laughed at her dramaticness. “i know el, it was hard for me too but i’m here now and i won’t be leaving anytime soon.” you were lying to her and it hurt so much but you had to keep up appearances and not alert ellie to anything being wrong with you.

she pulled you into another deep kiss, tongues sliding together and you both moaning into it before you tried to pull back so you could actually start cooking. ellie on the other hand didn’t want to let you go. she could stay kissing you forever but she knew you had to start on the dish you wanted to make and finally broke the kiss not before grabbing your ass and rubbing on it. she had a panty-dropping smirk on her face as she looked at you. she knew the power she had over you and your body and wasn’t afraid to use it.

“ellie, no. move. i’m trying to cook and you tryna fuck me” you were laughing as you kept trying to remove her hands from your ass while she started back kissing on your neck, implementing teeth and sucking your skin, trying to leave her mark on you.

“you can still cook like this” she smirked against your skin at your scandalized gasp.

“ellie you know damn fucking well, move your ass !” you smacked her forearm so she could take you seriously and move.

she gave you one last peck on your lips before letting you get back to cooking, “ok ok fine, but i hope you didn’t forget about what i said at the airport” she whispered breathily in your ear before, once again, smacking your ass and walking out of the kitchen with a proud smile on her face.

“ooh i can’t stand her fine ass !” you bit your lip before whispering to yourself and turning to start cooking one of your favorite dishes from back home that you had a feeling ellie would love.

once you finally got done cooking the jambalaya, you called ellie down while you were making hers and your plate. she kissed your cheek before going to sit at the table, you walking behind her and sitting right across from her at the table. the dinner reminded you of every date ellie took you on at a expensive restaurant, except more intimate and intoxicating.

before digging in you asked ellie to try it and tell you if she liked it. you know she’s never had something like this before so you really hoped she would.

when she took a bite she literally moaned out loud. you busted out laughing at her response, your efforts to conceal it were futile and it came out anyway, “i take it i did good huh?” she nodded her head fervently and started to scarf her plate down.

“wait- el slow down! it’s not going anywhere” you tried to stop her from eating too fast and too much and later having a stomach cramp. “ i can’t stop it’s so good baby. i don’t know how i’ve never gotten to eat this good in my life.” she heaved after a particularly big bite. you covered your mouth trying not to laugh at her appearance after tearing her plate up. the bottom half of her face was covered in the sauce from the jambalaya with little rice pieces, and she was leaning back in her seat trying to catch her breath.

“ellie you have so much shit on your face” you couldn’t hold your laugh in anymore and it finally busted out.

“what? where?” she started wiping everywhere but where she had smudges of sauce on her. “girl- you know what let me get it!” you stood up and walked to ellie’s side of the table before bending down and using your hands to wipe the remnants of sauce and rice crumbs on her face. as you wiped some crumbs off of her lip ellie licks your thumb in while staring deeply into your eyes and giving it a hard suck. “thank you for the meal baby” she smirks against your thumb still resting on your lip.

“fuck it.” you crashed your lips against ellie’s, taking her by surprise. she moaned into your lips before pulling you into her lap so she could kiss you properly. she sucked on your bottom lip and intertwined her tongue with yours, completely tonguefucking your face in an agonizingly rough pace making you grow so wet in her lap. you were a moaning mess and couldn’t control your hips, rutting down against ellie and adding slight stimulation to hers and your clit.

“mm fuck” ellie groaned into your mouth when she felt you start grinding against her. she dragged her hands down your sides, up and down your back, through your braids, and finally landed on your ass. she loves your ass so much it was crazy. she smacked one cheek before making you grind down harder after hearing you whine and whimper into her. you started bucking your hips uncontrollably when she kissed you particularly hard that sent shiver through your body and had you dampening your panties even more.

“fuckkk ellie” you were so needy for her. she’s the only one that’s made you fell this good out of the many nameless and faceless one night stands you’d had in the past. you needed her to do something about the ache in your pussy and you needed it now.

“ellie cmonnnnn, i’m ready” you whined into her mouth trying to move her hand where you wanted her as she started trailing her kisses lower and lower down your neck. suckling on your collarbone and making a dark hickey appear. “i know, baby i know.”

ellie picked you up while you were still situated in her lap. she made her way to her bedroom while she kissed you deeply managing to not hit too many walls on the way. when she entered her room she threw you on the bed before going into one of her drawers and grabbing some lube, her harness and the black long and girthy dildo that was usually attached to it.

you couldn’t believe how fine she was and how lucky you were able to spend time with her, not wanting to sour your mood with the burden you still carried heavily on your shoulders, you pulled ellie by her tattooed arm on top of you so you could kiss her again but she turned down your advances of trying to deepen the kiss, only giving you a couple pecks before she started making her way down your body, the body she was so in love with.

she trailed kisses down your neck and stopped at your boobs, pressing little pecks between them before taking your right nipple into her mouth and trailing her right hand down to the wetness in between your thighs. rubbing your clit through your panties and making you moan lowly out loud. she used her left hand to knead your left nipple before she plopped off your right to give some attention to the left.

you were out of it. face blissed out with no thoughts behind your eyes. all you could think about was ellie and how much you wanted her mouth and fingers all over you. “ellie please. stop teasing and fuck me!” you whined at the stimulation you were receiving. she chuckled at your impatience and ended up giving in to you, she could never say no to your pretty pouty face.

“ok pretty girl, i’ll give you what you want '' ellie gave you one more toe-curling kiss while removing your soaked underwear before dropping down to your gushing pussy and circling her tongue around your clit. you moaned out so loud and it made ellie so wet, grinding down into the mattress while she hooked her hands under your thighs and pushed them into your chest. ellie licked a long stripe up and down your slit before going back to sucking your clit into her mouth.

you were a moaning mess. everything she did to you felt so good to the point of insanity. she was making you feel so fucking good you didn’t know what to do with your hands. deciding on gripping her hair and messing up her sloppily put-up bun, grinding hard into her face. she groaned into your pussy and sunk two fingers into you before curling them and abusing that sweet spot she knew would have you seeing stars. your eyes rolled back as you felt her attack your g-spot. you couldn’t control your sounds at all. she could hear all the little noises your mouth made and loved it. she lifted her head out of your juices to use her other hand to rub on your clit roughly making you jerk in her hold before she held you down. “yeaaaa let me hear you baby. pussys so wet f’ me”

she was easily becoming pussydrunk. the way your cunt gushed out your wetness and started creating a white ring around her fingers that were fucking into you hard and deep. she couldnt get enough.

“fuck- fucking love this pussy baby” she drawled out breathlessly before diving back in and attacking your clit with her tongue.

“tell me whos pussy this is?” she rubbed on your clit hard.

“yours ellie! it’s your pussy, shit!”

you were bucking and spasming as you felt your orgasm crashing down on you. “ellie- mm- fuck fuck, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum ellie!” you screamed out as you felt the knot that had been building in your stomach since she kissed you in that airport lobby burst, your eyes rolled back from the intensity and her refusal to stop rubbing your clit.

“mm- fucking love this pussy. cum on my face baby, fuck- i want it all” she pistoned her fingers into you faster and doubled downed on your clit drawing your orgasm out and making you cry out from overstimulation. “shittttt- that’s it baby” ellie pulled her fingers out of you and sucked on them savoring the taste of you and moaning wantonly around them. she kissed your clit again before sitting up to put her strap on and lube it up.

you were still overstimulated when she slapped it on your clit twice. “mm’ no more el” you tried to run from her but she pulled you back and flipped you on your stomach. “uh uh baby you know i’m not done with you.” she rubbed her fingers in your juices again before lining up and pushing inside of you.

“fuckkkkk—“ she groaned as she sunk her dick into you like she could feel you open up for her and squeeze down when she hit your g-spot again.

you cried out when she was all the way in. you felt so full and good. “fuck ellie!” you whimpered into the pillow as she started thrusting into you.

“mm’ look at you. fuck— pretty pussy wrapping around me so good” she groaned and punctuated her words with a hard thrust spreading your cheeks so she could get a good look at your pussy opening up for her. her thrusts were sending you up the bed and making you almost hit the headboard. she was fucking you sooo good and deep keeping you pinned down to the point where you couldn’t move, all you could do was take her brutal thrusts. “ellieellieellie, i can’t- i cant- fuck!” you felt her brush against your cervix and sobbed into her pillows. you couldn’t think, she was making you feel so good, you pushed your hand back on her stomach to get her to let up but she slapped your hand away and ground deeply into you in response making her feel immense stimulation on her clit from the harness and you felt her deep in your guts your eyes crossed so hard you saw stars.

“nah you can take it shit—baby, stop. fucking. running.” she thrust into you hard following it with a deep grind making you lose your mind. you were a whimpering mess and couldn’t hold your orgasm anymore, only this time it felt more intense and powerful.

“ellie mm’ fuck! m’ gonna cum!” trying to run away from the powerful sensation again. ellie slapped your ass as a reprimand. “stop fucking moving and take it.” she was holding your hips in place and fucking the shit out of you. you couldn’t speak anymore, the only noises coming out of your mouth were little renditions of ellie ellie please! and loud moans and whimpers before your orgasm crashed out of you with a strong liquid. “fuuuckk baby” ellie moaned hard above you, throwing her head back, when she felt your wetness hit her. she ground into you even harder until she was cumming from the friction.

you were spent and didn’t have another orgasm in you. you slumped down into the bed as ellie pulled out of you, discarding the harness and laying down wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

she kissed you all over your face and neck whispering sweet nothings. you smiled in her embrace and hugged her tightly. “i missed you so much,” she whispered into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. it was passionate and conveyed her love for you that she was too scared to confess yet. you returned it with the same passion and with a hint of despair. you started to remember the reason you were here in the first place and pulled away from her, not wanting her to take notice in your steadily dropping mood.

unfortunately she did feel your mood change and she looked at you with a question in her eyes, you just shook your head before giving her a peck on the lips and dragging her to the bathroom on your wobbly legs so y’all could clean up. “i fucked the shit outta you huh?” she mocked your words from earlier and grabbed your ass (for the 2726366th time) you swatted her hand out of the way and pulled her into the shower with you.

ellie smiled at you as you began washing eachother. you were in complete bliss and didn’t want this illusion to end but unfortunately time wasn’t on your side and you needed to complete your mission soon or you’d have to deal with so many consequences worse than death.

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Sprig Plantar doing exciting criminal activities.

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 132

Write something based on this scene:

Sidekick collapses, convulsing, hands scrabbling at his throat. "I--can't breathe--"

And then the phone rings. Hero picks up, numb with horror.

"Too bad," comes villain's voice. "I didn't want to kill him."

"What did you do?" hero whispers.

"Remote-activated poison caplet. Sidekick must've accidentally swallowed it a few days ago. It was supposed to be for you."

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Sonic IDW Issue 56 Bad Ending

Summary: Surge claims she won't be free until Sonic is dead. Tails can't do anything but watch as it unfolds.

TW: Death, Electrocution, Strangulation, Murder, Attempted Murder

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"SONIC!"

He was right there.

He almost had him.

Even though Tails' eyes never leave Sonic, the distant flashing figure of Surge always remains within Tails' peripheral vision. The tenrec is just standing there, eyes glued on Sonic. It doesn't take a two-tailed genius to know that she's waiting for the first opportunity to strike. The ever-changing kaleidoscope of wisp energy and electricity flickering off of her sent the kit a very clear message. Tails needed to get Sonic out of the water now. It's not deep, so it'll be easier swooping his brother out. Surge, however, made it clear that she had other plans for the hedgehog. That message was made clear in the form of electric currents dancing in the water, pumping millions of volts into his system.

Tails pulls away on instinct. It could easily be written off as merely his astraphobia hindering him from saving the older hedgehog. The fox kit, however, knows that trying to touch his brother in this state is like touching a toaster in a bathtub filled with water. You don't touch it unless you have a death wish.

Much to his horror, he can't see anything that could get him close enough to his brother, let alone pull him out. Not without Surge's little lighting lake pulling him in as another victim.

He can't stop the source of the electric currents either because he has no way of defending himself from Surge. If he tries this time, she will target him instead. Sonic won't have enough time to get out of the water.

Tails had to do something. If only he'd stop shaking and staring at the flickering currents trapping his brother.

There had to be something he can do. If only he'd just snap out of it, and actually think of something.

Surge catches the hovering form of the blue rat's sidekick from the corner of her eye. He's not even trying to step in. He's just gawking at them uselessly. Without all those dumb gadgets, he can't do anything. The tenrec's pupils shrink with realization. This gives her the opening she needs to drive her message home.

To do what needs to be done.

She lunges at the convulsing blue hedgehog, screaming bloody murder.

"YOU DON'T GET IT! I was built to live in your shadow. It's in my blood, my bones, my BRAIN. There is no freedom for me..."

Her hands tighten around Sonic's throat, eliminating any chance he may have had left of getting air. The voltage invading the hedgehog's body kept him further restrained, allowing her to get a tighter grip on his windpipe without any pathetic attempts to fight back. Not that he can focus on that with his brain being fried. Her shark-toothed snarl is the only thing he can focus on as his vision dances to darkness.

"...NOT WHILE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!"

The rainbow-like energy engulfing her body pulses with intensity thanks to the electricity flashing around her. However, Tails didn't shield his eyes from the energy's strong glare. He can't stop watching the scene unfold in front of him. The pounding in his chest urged him to dive down there and stop her. He know he had to, but something in his mind wouldn't let him. It kept him there in a helpless daze. His widened eyes match that of his older brother's.

The glass orbs in the dynamo cage glow a bright white before it suddenly shatters. With the glass no longer able to contain Surge's temporary power-ups, the five wisps emerge out. Their glow wasn't there, and their flight pattern was very wonky. To Tails' short-lived relief, however, none of them turned into nega wisps.

Surge stops sparking. The energy field around her dissipates. Her grip around Sonic's throat loosens. Her body drops face first into the water right next to Sonic. One of her hands lays close to his throat.

The wisps circle around the limp duo like a dim halo. Tails, snapping out of his trance, rushes over to his brother's aid.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh--"

He lands next to the two fallen figures, stumbling onto his knees. His hyperventilating only made his coordination worse. He hastily pulls Surge off his brother, rolling her over onto her back. Before Tails can check for a pulse, he catches her chest rising and falling. He can only hope she didn't inhale too much water. Once he put Surge in a position where she wouldn't be able to inhale any more water, he scrambles over to Sonic's side.

The fox kit's heart plummets deep into the pit of his stomach. Sonic is decorated with bright red burns growing and branching out all across his skin like roots. The burns and fingerprints wrap around his neck in the sickeningly brightest shades of red. His mouth remains slightly agape. His muzzle has grown several shades paler with dull green eyes to complement it. His gaze never leaves the flickering white ceiling lights above.

"...Sonic...?"

Tails tries so hard to ignore the way his voice comes out barely above a whisper. The wisps surround them, getting a good look at their beloved blue hero, battered, burned and beaten black and blue. They look at Tails with doubt as one or two try to communicate something in their language. The fox knows what they're trying to tell him, but he knows better. Sonic will wake up, make some commentary about how that was shocking or gnarly or something, get up and get back into the fight. And all this will be done with a smile on his face.

It got harder to ignore the nausea bubbling in his stomach the longer the hedgehog's chest remains still. He's going to wake up. He has to wake up. He's done this so many times before. His brother has to be pulling a sick prank on him at this point if he's taking this long.

Tails calls out his name a few more times, each time getting louder and more desperate. He continues shaking his brother awake, begging him to wake up, His voice cracks more with each ignored plea. Not even his tears are doing anything to make his big brother answer him.

He places two fingers against Sonic's reddened neck, and all he felt is the skin losing its warmth.

No...

No, no, no!

There had to be a pulse. It's the adrenaline rushing at Tails' cold fingertips playing tricks. The pulse is just faint, that's all.

He did the only thing he could think of at this point: shake his brother awake with more force until the trembling of his voice made it impossible to get one more plead out. The boy threw himself at his brother's corpse, muffling his cries by pressing his face against his chest. The wisps circle around the sobbing kit clutching onto his big brother for dear life. There's nothing they can do but listen to Tails repeating Sonic's name over and over as if that will bring him back.

"Finally! Collect the dynamo cage and the tenrec!"

The unwanted sound of Eggman's voice commanding Metal Sonic breaks the kit out of his distress. Tails wanted to tell him off, to tell that cheater that this wasn't part of the deal. But the heavy lump in his throat wouldn't let him get any words out without the risk of breaking down again.

Fury burns in his lungs looking at the unconscious tenrec next to him. He doesn't see why he should even bother protecting Surge at this point. His brother's dead because of her.

No!

He promised Kit that he and Sonic would help them. Sonic would want to protect her from the doctor's clutches no matter what. Despite his fury burning hot, he inches closer to the unconscious tenrec. His body only partially hid her as he's adamant of keeping Sonic secure in his arms. He doesn't know how he's supposed to defend them and the wisps by himself. All he knows is that he'll do what he can to protect them.

Metal Sonic lunges at the group, only for a rush of water to rise up and slam the robot away. Tails looks up at a specific set of test tubes with a relieved, knowing look. Kit, no longer hiding between the tubes, hops down behind Dr. Eggman. Water tendrils slither around the fennec as he takes a few steps forward. His glowing magenta eyes are void of any emotion.

Eggman swivels in the boy's direction. He gets into a defensive position, but doesn't budge from his place.

"Stay out of this, you waterlogged whelp!"

Kit responds by merely lifting his hand up. Water tendrils sprout upon command. They proceed to coil around the doctor who can't help but yelp in surprise. Metal wasn't able to reach his creator before another set of tendrils wrap around his figure.

"What do you think you're doing? Unhand me, you little-- GRRK!"

The tendril squeezed the wind out of a raging Eggman before he could get another word out.

Water tendrils wrap around Tails who lets out a surprised yelp as he is abruptly snatched from his spot. He tries reaching out to Sonic only for his hands to be pulled away by the water around his wrist. He squirms in desperation when he feels his restraints coiling tightly around him. He tries to spin his namesakes, but to no avail.

"Kit!"

The water-bending fennec only acknowledges Sonic's sidekick with a passing glance in his direction. Tails can't pinpoint any sign of anger, disgust, or even sadness on the fennec's face. All that can be seen behind Kit's bangs is a pair of glowing magenta irises staring blankly at him. The water around him was rippling with rage, but everything in his body language is calm.

Menacingly calm.

"I know what's going on here. I've seen it before. Starline. Eggman. YOU. You're all the same. You don't need me or Surge. You WANT us. All that matters is what we can do, how you can change us. So you can prove that YOUR way is RIGHT. Surge killed Sonic just like she wanted. Now she can move on. And you don't have a purpose anymore. I'm going where I'm needed, and that's with Surge."

Everything that came out of Kit's mouth was spoken matter-of-factly. It leaves Tails with a chilling realization. They were never planning on calling it a truce with them. This was their plan all along, and they fell right into their trap.

With one set of tendrils, he brings Surge closer to him. With a flick of his hand, he sends another set to work on tearing apart the room piece by piece. The fennec watches the chaos unfold around him with a small unsettling smile. Every broken chunk of glass, concrete, and metal surrounding him left him with a startling sense of serenity. He wouldn't leave without delivering one final message to his enemies.

"I'll bury you all here along with our past."

Now that the water tendrils are no longer tampering with the room, everything began cascading down. Kit hovers out of the broken glass ceiling with Surge in his arms.

The water releases its grip on Tails. He scrambles to his feet, trying to maintain his footing. He panics upon realizing the wisps aren't with him. He tries to spot for any signs but only sees grey from the concrete and dust. From a distance, Tails catches Metal Sonic pushing Eggman up a slope. He had to give it to the man. He can run fast when his life depended on it.

"Such melodramatic histrionics... Faster, Metal!"

Tails turns around to find a familiar unconscious blue figure close by. Without thinking, he runs to Sonic. He can't leave his big brother like this.

But Sonic isn't waking up this time...

It hit him as he watches metal, glass, and concrete rain down on Sonic. There won't be any more jokes. No more quips, laughs, or reassurances that he was okay. Any hope left in the kit's chest is replaced with the suffocating truth.

Why did Tails think this time would be like all the other times?

At the other end of the room, Tails spots the five wisps. They're barely avoiding the raining debris while trying to stay together. Tail's mind screamed to go to them, but he feet refuse to cooperate. Everything moved slowly as he feels himself being overtaken by a whirlwind of thoughts.

If he leaves now, he'll be all alone again.

He doesn't want that life again.

He got so used to Sonic always being there with him, he can't imagine him ever leaving.

Maybe Tails doesn't have to be alone.

If he stays...

A roaring rumble from below snaps him out of his thoughts. The room is not going to hold for much longer. To his surprise, the wisps stayed in place. They're all giving him urgent looks. They want to get out of here now, but not without Tails...

He needed to get to the wisps and leave.

Now.

Whisper is waiting for them, and Belle is going to worry if no one returns soon.

With a heavy sigh and repressed tears, he flies over to the wisps, leaving Sonic to get buried in his new grave.

"Let's get out of here!"

The wisps cling onto Tails as he flies them through the raining debris. Even with five wisps on him, he has an easier time maneuvering past the raining rubble. That is until a fairly large chunk of concrete takes him by surprise and knocks him unconscious. The wisps wrap their tentacles around one part of the unconscious fox. Since they had no power to spare the fox, the wisps have to resort to being the ones to fly him out the old-school way. Even with five of them, they are straining themselves past their limit. They barely manage to dodge pieces of the ceiling.

A dark opening comes on sight. Getting a sudden burst of energy, they hightail it past the last bits of the rubble. They make sure to drop the fox kit gently before doing so themselves. The rumbling below overwhelms their senses for a moment before everything goes silent.

Right on cue, Tails groggily opens his eyes. He is greeted by a pounding in his head and the familiar silhouettes of five dimly colored wisps hovering around him, warbling their worries to the fox. He is exhausted in every way possible. All he wants right now is to go back to sleep and pretend this was just a nightmare. He'll wake up, and Sonic will be there like he should.

He slowly pulls himself up into a sitting position with the wisps' help. Every part of the kit is still shaky, including his breaths. He can't tell if it's nerves or the chill prickling his damp fur. Not that it makes much of a difference. He can't feel his legs, which doesn't bother him. He's not ready to stand up yet. It's taking all his energy just to stay sitting up. The wisps seem to be fine with that as some have clung onto him.

With his head in his arms, he bathes in the cold, dark, silence. Not even his soaked namesakes wrapped protectively around him can provide him warmth. That doesn't bother him. There's nothing and no one here left to bother him. No Eggman-

Come to think of it, Eggman and Metal Sonic got a head start in escaping and yet he's nowhere to be found. Tails hasn't seen hide, nor hair, nor metal. With Eggman, it would be impossible not to hear him. Could it be that they also...?

"Blah!"

Nevermind...

"Well, THAT was a waste of time..."

Eggman kicks away a large chunk of debris on top of him. Metal Sonic crawls out of the junk pile after his creator. Water drips off of both of them from head to toe. Metal is more or less indifferent to it, like usual. The doctor, on the other hand, is looking at his drenched lab coat sleeves with disdain.

"Metal, call ahead to the Eggperial City. I want a transport, a snack, and HOT BATH waiting for me when we get home. I have some important sulking to d-- Oh."

Eggman takes notice of the lone fox kit sitting with those meddling wisps, but no Sonic to be seen. Granted, he did see the whole pitiful display, including the damage done to the blue rodent. Under any other circumstances, the doctor knew they were as good as gone. But this is Sonic we're talking about here. He's cheated death an ungodly amount of times. If he's managed to survive having dark gaia energy in him or Infinite's illusions for half a year, then he very well could walk this off. Only this time the hedgehog actually bit off more than he can chew. And the worst part...

Eggman wasn't the one that succeeded in defeating that hedgehog.

"That duck-billed buffoon actually did it. He created an adversary that destroyed Sonic once and for all."

"And whose fault is that?"

Eggman scoffs.

"Don't give me that, now. I'm not the one who couldn't leave well enough alone! Starline should've known better than to think he can outdo me. I told him that I knew what I was doing, but no, he wouldn't listen."

"But YOU were the one who threw him out."

"That was perfectly well within reason!"

A switch went off in Tails' head.

"Reason?! You're the reason he created Surge and Kit! If you didn't throw him out, he wouldn't have found them. If you had just given him some recognition, he wouldn't have done all... THIS!"

"I made it very clear that I will not compromise my principles just for some kiss-up that didn't know his place. It's not my fault he couldn't get that through his head."

Tails looks at the man with disgust.

"What would YOU know about principles?"

"More than Sonic, it seems."

That got Tails to shut up real quick. Eggman took this as a sign to keep going.

"Everyone knows his principles revolve around freedom. What does he say? 'Freedom to go about his own way?' 'Live life the way you choose?' 'Free as the wind,' or something like that? Blech! Anyways, we all know how well that worked for him."

"Shut. Up-"

"Sonic ACTUALLY believed it would be a good idea to preach to Starline's little maniacs, of all people, about freedom, even when he knew they were conditioned to kill him. The idiot just wouldn't let it go. Both of us may refuse to compromise our principles, but that's the difference between us. My principles have kept me alive. His principles are the very reason he's gone."

"SHUT UP!"

Tails' chest tightens with every heave. His glaring blue eyes burn with more unshed tears. His lips drew back in a snarl, which only protruded the growing lump in his throat. Sonic's lifeless body flashes in the kit's mind.

'And you don't have a purpose anymore.'

This causes the kit to try growl, only for a whimper to come out of him instead. A whimper turns into a few choked sobs which unfurls into full-on sobbing.

Unable to spare the doctor another glance, he curls up into a little ball. The wisps are quick to come to Tails' side. They wrap their tentacles around the kit's trembling form, while warbling their condolences. Eggman and Metal leave the fox kit alone with the wisps, seeing as there is no point in reasoning with him in this state.

Kit's words repeat in his head like a broken cassette tape. The image of Sonic's glassy eyes won't go away. It makes him grit his teeth harder. The noise from the kit's throat came out as a mix between a growl and a scream, which worsened the pounding in his head. But he wants it to hurt. Maybe then the image of Sonic's lifeless eyes and the echoes of Kit's taunts will leave his head. It'll serve him right for being useless when Sonic needed him the most.

He just got Sonic back after six months of thinking he was dead. He swore that he'd be better, that he'd DO better. He wouldn't be a burden anymore. He wasn't going to run away or stand on the sidelines like with Infinite and every other crisis. He was going to be the little brother and sidekick Sonic needed. One that Sonic deserved. One that he can depend on.

But that's never going to happen.

Sonic's not coming back this time, and it's all his fault.

He almost had him, and he was right there.

#sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #sonic idw #sonic and tails #tails the fox #miles tails prower #sonic #angst #electrocution #surge and kit #surge the tenrec #kit the fennec #attempted murder #kitsunami the fennec #tw: death #sth #dr. eggman #metal sonic #sonic angst #tw: murder #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 2)

Requested by: /

Warnings: Slight forced friendship

part one here: Part 1 , Part 3

It's been a week since the accident.

The hallway had been closed of for a few days to investigate but after finding nothing aching to magic traces, they re-opened it so that whatever poor sucker walks in next could aslo get a chandelier on their head!

But thats besides the point. Draco hadn't stopped writing notes to his father, each one more urgent as he didn't want to genuinly die at Hogwarts. Wich you found reasonable, you weren't that invested into the student life either.

Obviously Harry Potter and his gang had to investigate behind the teachers' backs. because 'Oh it could have been Voldemort trying to distract Harry!'. You'd like to tell Potter to wake up and show him that not everythings about him, but essentially it is, so you'd just shut up.

After about two weeks, Draco had promtly decided that because you saved his ass, you two were now friends.

Not an arrangement you agreed with, as the biy just wouldn't leave you alone! Or worse, he'd scare your other friends away!

"C'mon Y/N. You can't be friends with such.. lowly people... I'm better for you in every possible way." Draco boasted after he had glared at the girl you were talking too. You were littarly only talking about homework and he still intervened.

"Malfoy, I am one of those." You dead panned and looked at him in annoyance.

"I told you to call me Draco." He glares slightly. You're unfazed by his nasty snarls by now.

"Yea, I know. i'm just ignoring your requests." You shrugged and simply walked on to class. The blonde followed suit tugging you back by your robes' hood so you'd be next to him.

You simply rolled your eyes, slowing your pace so he wouldn't tug at you again like the attention seeker he is.

Luckily, he didn't share this class with you, so he had to pout and walk off when you arrived at your door.

Sure it was nice that he wasn't an asshole anymore, atleas tto you... But the constant intrusion of your day was getting annoying. You had friends, you had a life and he wasn't able to just worm himself in, no he wanted all of your time and it showed.

Who could have tought someone would go that deep with trauma bonding...

And then, for absolute no reason, it happened again. You were walking in the halls, too secluded for your liking.

Draco was chatting your ear off about potions and how everyone else does it worse then you two.... he doesn't even let you do anything... so at this point he's just boasting about his own skills.

But a quick flash of red alerts you as it pelt straight at Draco's face. You tug him towards you in a quick motion, the fired spell blasts against the wall and ignites a fire.

A flash of a silhoutte speeds away from the other end of the hall and before you know it you're speeding after them.

Draco shouts for you to stop but catching who-ever almost killed the blonde twice was way more important.

Your robes ruffles due to your fast sprint. You keep catching glances of this person fleeng behind corners. Finally, you think you've managed to catch them in a dead end!

But no, this sumb castle has to play favourites with the attempted murderers and open the wall just to troll you.

You bang your fist on the wall in anger as you failed to catch the mystery person.

After a few minutes Draco comes running up behind you, visibly exhausted.

"It's a student." You huff with a cold look.

"A student? Trying to kill me? Don't they know who my father-"

"They do. Why do you think they want you dead? Either they hate you or they hate your dad." You scoff and pat your robes back down.

"Well if I'm being targeted then so are you. We come as a pair." Draco announces proudly.

"We don't. Who said that?" You frown in distaste.

"I decided it." Draco smirks and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

Expensive cologne penetrates your sense of smell.

"If thats so then I think it's better we part ways so I'm no longer a target." You shake your head. Draco visibly stiffens and his eyes darken slightly.

"Not happening. I need you close to keep you safe." He explains as if even a single word of that was true.

"... Draco, I'm the one keeping you safe." You scowl and the blonde bites his lip.

"You're scared..." You narrow your eyes, voice now a whisper.

Draco looks offended and doesn't say anything back, thats more then enough of an answer for you.

"Fine. I'll stick around." You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

"Good." Draco simply smirks and lowers his arm to your waist.

"You'll be staying in my dorm then, to keep me safe." He smiles smugly. You deadpann at the idea alone. One, that would never be approved, and two, no thanks.

"Not happening." You shake your head again. (h/c) hair swaying in the motion.

"I'll make it happen." Draco's expression tightens as he walks away from the wall with you in his hold.

You're starting to get creeped out by both the mystery person and your... friend.

And just like he said, it would happen, it did.

You don't know how he convinced Snape and your house's teacher to make this move happen, but it did. He must have paid them off... there's no other way.

So here you were, being glared at by other Slytherins as you moved your trunk to Draco's dorm.

Where did he throw his other roomates? Not a clue. 

Was this even safer for both of you? Especially for you?

You gulp as Draco opens the door for you. He seems too overjoyed at this move.

You drop your trunk by one of the beds, a bit weirded out by the absolute lack if windows in the Slytherin dungeon. What's wrong with sunlight, huh?

Ans just like that, you've found yourself a new roomate....

Couldn't get it done in two parts either, but It's gonna be one chpater on Wattpad instead of in parts like its here so it doens't matter.

taglist: @maggiecc

#yandere #yandere x reader #oneshots #harry potter #yandere draco malfoy #draco malfoy #xreader #reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #hogwarts #mystery #roomates #spells #attempted murder

[forbidden-sunlight]

It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic!

(THE DARK HISTORY OF THE REINCARNATED VILLAINESS)

Poly!Yanderes x Iana Magnolia! Reader

 PART ONE: THE DRAGON’S REBIRTH?

Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic!  This is a collaborated work of fiction with @staradorned. I seriously would not have considered creating another yandere series, based on a manga this time ‘round, without their help. Also special thanks to my friend @rouecentric for being an honest critic and where the rough drafts can be improved lol. 

If you are curious, the manga series that is featured here is called The Dark History of the Reincarnated Villainess by Akiharu Touka. If you’d like to read it first before diving in here, you’re certainly more than welcome to! Chapters can be found online at Manga Clash (I think) and you can find physical copies at a local bookseller. 

So without being said guys, the warnings are down below. If you are ready, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Kidnapping, Attempted Sexual Assault. 

Other Warnings: spoilers from the manga, obsessive behavior, implied violence. Please take caution.

FINAL WARNING: The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. 

Designing clothes in a boutique had been your ambition ever since you had experienced the joy of creating outfits with a needle, thread, and a pin cushion strapped to your wrist. Against your parents’ initial wishes to marry a well-off gentleman and go to university for a degree that will at least provide a stable career, you enroll in fashion school.

The workload was grueling, and the competition throughout the last four years became even more fierce with each semester leading closer to graduation. But it was worth it. The sacrifices you had made, all of those all nighters spent on putting together a portfolio for a final semester grade? Totally worth it. You had even gotten a job at a small shop right after finishing school! 

It wasn’t a high-end business, but hey, it was one step in the right direction! Progress was progress! 

And then you died after being on the job for three months. Overworked yourself to death to keep up with the customer’s demands including being short-staffed. Heck of a way to end a seemingly normal life. 

But you had not anticipated opening your eyes to see a tall, red-haired man sword being pointed at your face. You could only stare dumbly at him as he spouted cliche lines about harming his lover and why would I try to harm your own sister. The supposed sibling was a pink-haired curvaceous woman being cradled in the guy’s arms, tears forming behind cinnabar -colored eyes. 

What the hell is going on here?!

You asked who they were and why were they acting so hostile towards a complete stranger, but neither of them listened as you were led away to a villa by armed guards. Later, you discovered that you had woken inside the petite body of Iana Magnolia. 

She was a despicable young lady with a terrible reputation in the Rose Kingdom; she constantly harassed her former fiance and older sister, Sir Ginoford Dandelion and Konoha Magnolia, on top of having such a fearsome temper that everyone called her a dragon. In this country, being referred to as a dragon is the same as being a black sheep in the family, if not a symbol of bad luck that will embarrass future generations to come. The count’s family, to be precise. 

The family you were now part of. 

Seriously, what hellish dimension did you transmigrate into?! Is this some weird comedy where you have to redeem yourself as a villainess or else you would die?!  And three months of house arrest for innumerous crimes you had not committed as this person, including using illegal dark magic?!

Wow. Karma is being a bitch. Big time. 

If this situation wasn’t bad enough, a new servant had been sent with you to confinement. He was a blonde-haired and blue-eyed butler named Sol Nemophyra. But how can someone have so much bloodlust radiating from their body and someone not pick up on it?

Yeah, this dude had to be sent to kill you. There’s no way a new employee, let alone a butler, would move as quietly as he did when he approached your side with a silver platter of tea and snacks. And no, you were not touching the stuff. It could be poisoned for all you knew!

In the second week of your solitary imprisonment, you woke up in a cold sweat after having a very vivid dream. And it wasn’t a good one either: Konoha was being assaulted by their licentious uncle on the floor of an abandoned church while Sir Ginoford lay by her feet, bleeding from the head and unconscious.

Frankly speaking, you really didn’t wanna help them. What did you owe to two complete strangers who did not even listen to you? But that damned angel on your shoulder persuaded your conscience to not leave this matter alone. You had to do something, despite now having the gift of clairvoyance.

Why couldn’t you have the ability to transport away from this place instead of seeing random visions?! TT ^ TT

So, you escaped the villa and rushed to the abandoned town Konoha and her fiance would be invited to by the perverted geezer via horseback. It was a miracle that you had gotten there in the nick of time, let alone thrown a burlap sack full of rocks right in the uncle’s face with accurate precision.

Had Iana hunted wild game when she wasn’t plotting Konoha’s demise? That would make sense if she had. Weird but convenient. The uncle was arrested by local authorities, and Ginoford was now convinced that the reason his former fiancee had acted so maliciously towards him and Konoha is because she wanted to save them from the pervert’s rage.

Yeah, dude, that was straight up harassment. Iana was harassing you guys, not trying to protect you!

But the stupid knight wasn’t listening to you. Not that you had much to say except having a weird dream about the pink-haired lady getting molested and him being knocked out on top of not knowing who the heck they were because you had amnesia. Sir Ginoford’s answer: Iana Magnolia is blessed by the gods, and maybe even a saint.

What. The. Bleep?!

Sol, obviously, was not persuaded by Sir Ginoford’s passionate words. If anything, he became more determined to keep an eye on you upon returning to the villa for the remainder of the house arrest period. He even watched from the door as you studied etiquette and history books because you had supposedly forgotten everything. Having time alone to learn such skills, though, was a blessing in disguise.

A month after coming to this strange world, Konoha approached you with an invitation for a picnic in Fuschia Forest. You politely refused because you couldn’t leave the villa without the count’s permission. However you quickly changed your mind when Konoha began to start crying and Sol glared at you icily, explaining that he had already gotten permission from the count for you to leave so long as you…behaved yourself.

Or he killed you. God, this is a messed-up place. It honestly reminded you of those Mary Sue fanfics where everyone’s attention was on the perfect protagonist who still needed a man in her life and yet couldn’t decide whom she would love in the end.

Yeah. Kinda shitty.

Once everything was set up, Sol brewed high quality black tea leaves Sir Ginoford had harvested as a thank-you gift for saving Konoha. As much as you did not trust Sol with anything near food or drinks, you also doubted that he’d try to poison you in front of his benefactors. Unless…the poison is slow acting? Crap. You were screwed either way.

Konoha tried to make small talk with you, asking you certain questions about the childhood that the two of you shared. But all you could do was shake your head, apologizing that you truly do not remember who she is or Sir Ginoford. The two of them were complete strangers. When she began to start crying again, you felt a chill run down your back. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Sol staring at you with a cold frown.

Oh, you were so tempted to flip the bird at him, just once, to piss him off. But doing that would possibly trigger a death flag, and bye-bye your second chance at life.

Did you mention that Konoha got kidnapped by a large, drooling wolf as she cooed over a bunny rabbit? She did. And you followed after the troublesome woman with a crossbow that you frisked from one of the guards. As much as you hated yourself for doing this, you were quite certain now: if something happened to Konoha, you were dead. You would be blamed for whatever happened to her without another thought by Sol and Ginoford.

Running on pure adrenaline, you found Konoha being fondled by the beast in a meadow. Raising the weapon, you fired three arrows at it. Two in the back, and one in the shoulder. Yelling at Konoha to move, you raised the crossbow to fire again when the damned thing jammed up. Shoving the damsel in distress behind you, you were about to use the crossbow as a club when Sol and Ginoford swooped in to deliver the final blow.

Cue Konoha and Ginoford having a lovey-dovey moment while you were suffering some mild abrasions, leaning against a boulder. You were about to rest your eyes for a moment when all of a sudden, you were off of the ground and being gently cradled in Sol’s arms as the rest of the party began to head back to where the picnic was being held.

Nope, nope, and nope.

You did not trust the man. You did not want to be near him, it had been bad enough that he was constantly watching you back at the villa. In a moment of stupidity, you pressed the tip of the arrow against his porcelain cheek and demanded that he put you back on the ground, now.

He argued that you were in no condition to walk. You called him out on his bullcrap and said you were fine. He refused. The two of you exchanged some nasty words until Konoha pleads to the two of you to please stop fighting, and Iana, you will get looked at by a medic.

You reluctantly relented but only if you got to keep the crossbow. The previous Iana obviously knew how to use it, hence the muscle memory when you wielded it. Not to mention it would act as insurance. A shield of some sort to protect you against a lovesick butler slash hired assassin that was so obviously in love with Konoha that it is painful to watch their interactions and not mentally gag.

When can you go back to the villa and reclaim some quiet time, damn it?! Do you not deserve it after saving Konoha again?! TT ^ TT

Sol was annoyed with Iana Magnolia. It had been bad enough that his sweet Konoha had such a terrible younger sister, but her sudden change in behavior threw him for a loop. Instead of bullying Konoha or trying to seduce Ginoford again, she did not want to interact with either of them. She would either be holed up in the library studying, or in her room fumbling with rolls of fabric as she sewed the hours away. A count’s daughter whose name is synonymous with the word ‘dragon’, sewing like a commoner with a silly hum under her breath.

When the count declared that Iana’s probation period was over, she refused to go back to the main house. She wanted to remain in the villa and be left alone. She threw such a temper tantrum about wanting her ‘alone time’ that his contractor had no choice but to relent. Konoha was understandably upset at the situation, but decided to respect her sister’s wishes.

By doing so, Konoha and Ginoford visited the villa every single afternoon. And every time she clung to Iana, the latter looked very uncomfortable.

He did not understand. Who is Iana Magnolia? What were her intentions towards his savior? He would not allow anything to happen to his new mistress, until he would uncover the truth behind Iana’s bizarre behavior.

Becoming aware that pushing Konoha away only continued to tick off Sol, you decided to ease your guilt of making the girl upset by creating a dress for her. The occasion? The Magnolia family had been invited to the palace to celebrate the country’s foundation. A grand ball was to be held on the first and last day of a week’s worth of festivities.

When she showed you some of the designs that the seamstress had in mind, you nearly choked. Almost all of them had plunging necklines that were not appropriate for a young woman at Konoha’s age. She was an engaged woman, not a single fish looking to find someone!

Throwing the catalog down on the coffee table, you grabbed your sketchpad and pen. Within twenty minutes, you drew three dresses that were much more appropriate for the occasion and inspired by the fashion shows and anime you used to watch back in your old world.

Konoha loved the Princess Serenity design: a knee-length, flowing sleeveless white dress with an intricately decorated bodice in the shape of golden hoops and a bust defined by a row of pearls. A translucent bow would be tied to the back, followed by a zipper. It would make it easy for Konoha to slip in and out of the outfit without a servant’s help.

It would be tricky to make, but you were up for the challenge. Once you had the measurements, you shooed Konoha away and gave Sol the task to collect the fabrics and other materials needed for the project. You would also be making a gown for yourself.

The theme that initially came to your mind was Fire and Ice. But when you decided on the design for your own dress, you changed it to Fairy Tale Princess and the Dragon.

If this world hated Iana Magnolia so much, the so-called Dragon of the Rose Kingdom…then why not give the people what they want?

You only had a month to complete the pieces, so there was no time to waste. As much as you hated the idea…you reluctantly asked Sol for his assistance with the embroidery while you tackled on hemming the fabric together. 

You thought he’d refused to help, but to your surprise, he stepped up to the plate and proved his worth as an assistant. At least, in your mind, to help create a dress that Konoha would wear and make sure you wouldn’t poison the needle in an attempt to harm her. Again.

When the Princess Serenity dress was presented to Konoha on the night before the ball, she was so happy with the final product that she gave you a big hug, promising to take good care of it for as long as she lived. Upon asking about your own gown, you just shrugged and said she’d have to wait and see until the ball.

So, she did. But you did not expect her to react so…positively to your gown. It was a dark red and golden ball gown that hugged your waist and flowed outwards with a long train, dusted with gold appliqués at the skirt and matching rhinestones at the top. These were the ‘scales’ of your Dragon concept. But the crowning jewel of the design was the golden spiked headpiece you wore on the back of your head. You wanted to go with removable inwardly curved horns, but that might have scared the other nobles. So you opted for a safer route, hence custom-ordering the headpiece and paying extra money to have it be quickly worked on.

A dragon of your own design. An arrogant, beautiful dragon whose scales shined brighter than any jewel that glittered in these halls, the exception being Konoha, of course.

Konoha had shown off the dress proudly at the ball, dropping your name easily from her lips as she spoke with men and women who were in awe of her ethereal beauty. Yup, she was definitely a princess straight from a fairy tale.

Despite her attempt to show the world that her scheming sister had changed, there were nobles who were not convinced. They thought you were deceiving the couple for another nefarious plot.

Seriously, why would you even do that? You had no reason to….except maybe Sol if he got on your nerves again. You excused yourself from the ballroom under the intention of using the bathroom.

FYI: When you had decided to go with the Fairy Tale Princess and The Dragon theme, you honestly did not mean to literally be caught on fire. A candle had topped over in the hall, the blaze quickly spreading to where it made escaping difficult as you tried to not inhale the smoke and keep low to the ground. Did you mention that you got pinned by falling debris? No? Well, you did.

You were alone and trapped in a burning building, your leg possibly fractured and unable to move it. And…that was it. This is probably where you were gonna die, again. Now you would only be remembered as a wicked villainess.

At least, those were the dark thoughts racing through your mind before Sol had burst into the room like some kind of knight in shining armor and got you out before the whole place collapsed. You didn’t think you would ever be so glad to be saved by the jerk, yet you were. So you tried to be a little nicer to him, only to get an icy smile in exchange.

Yup, he still disliked you. Oh, well.

[Bonus Content: Konoha Magnolia]

Konoha Magnolia had been fortunate to have such a kind and loving father who did not force her into a political marriage when she became of age, instead being engaged to the man she loves. It must have been hard to make such a sacrifice in a world where marrying for love instead of solidifying alliances and continuing the bloodline is considered to be a terrible choice. But she knew he loved her…she had just wished he could give even a tiny bit of that love to Iana, her younger sister.

However, it seemed he still blamed Iana for their mother’s death. She had died bringing her precious sister into the world. Konoha did not know anyone who loved the previous countess than their father. Everyone loved her, even the staff. They had told her more than once just how much she resembled her mother.

She was not blind to what was going around her. She was the favored child, and Iana is not. No one wanted to serve her, in fear of objects being thrown at them or yelled at for even the slightest mistake. To work under such a fearsome dragon. Yes, she was also aware of that horrid nickname.

Konoha had tried to reach out to her precious sister, but Iana scorned every attempt and the bullying increased tenfold, from public degradation to bribing some servants to give Konoha tea and snacks laced with poison.

When Sir Ginoford confronted Iana after trying to give a dangerous relic for her to read, that was the day that her younger sister lost her memories. And…when their uncle attempted to violate her in the sanctity of the village’s church.

If it weren’t for her younger sister’s interference, Konoha had the feeling something terrible would have happened to Sir Ginoford. Nonetheless, she was grateful to Iana.

Although she is upset that Iana did not recognize her older sister, Konoha saw it as an opportunity to start over. To rebuild their fractured relationship on a clean slate. That was why she tried to approach Iana again after their uncle had been arrested.

Instead of openly mocking her or Sir Ginoford like before, Iana begrudgingly accepted their invitation to tea or a walk in the gardens. She even went through the trouble of creating a dress for the foundation day’s opening night at the royal palace. 

 A dress designed just for her.

Although the maids have tried time and time again to throw it away in fear that Iana had used a poisoned needle in the fabric, Konoha forbade it. The dress was a precious gift from her sister. Why would she throw it away?

When she heard that her sister was holed up in her room creating more clothes, she would personally come to Iana’s room with a cart of tea and snacks to make sure the latter wasn’t working too hard. But to see Iana walking on the plush carpet bare-footed in such loose fitting garments? How scandalous! 

Even Sol became flustered and almost begged Iana to change her clothes, for her older sister. Iana refused, arguing that a short-sleeved shirt was not scandalous with the floor-length cloak she is wearing over it. She wants to be comfortable in her own room. 

Konoha wholeheartedly agreed, so long as she was the only one who saw Iana like this. It would be unsightly for another gentleman to see it. She smiled when she saw a pout form on her little sister’s cheeks, the expression deepening as Sol continued to reprimand before she snapped at him, inciting yet another argument between them. Konoha simply shook her head and took a sip of her honey lemon tea. 

Oh, she so dearly hoped that they would get along soon. 

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