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the-fo0l · 1 year

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Heya! How's your day going? Good I hope! ^^

Anygay (🏳️‍🌈), I was wondering if I could request a kidnapped reader. Like somehow someone was stupid yet also smart enough to break in and just yoinked reader up? How long would it take 47 to know and how long until he retrieves reader? Would he be merciless or would he spare a few people? Like there are bound to be a few people who don't know what's going on. Would he spare them or are they...expendable?

(Also sorry for the reader being able to turn into a cat request idk wtf I was thinking. Seriously I can't apologize enough. Dude my 11-year-old self fucking possessed me and forced me to write that one I sweeeeaaarrr- 😭😭😭😭 [again really sorry it won't happen again unless this request is also too out of the box then pls feel free to ignore it. 🫠] anygay Imma go die in a hole sorry for bothering you again-)

47 rescuing his darling hcs

Notes: whaatt nooo please don't apologize, i just had absolutely no inspiration/motivation/life, I feel so bad😭 hope you like these headcanons, had a lot of fun writing them

Warnings: violence, 47 goes crazy, also he's really emotional which may feel out of character but it's how I see him being

47s heart began to pound frantically when he received news of your abduction. The thought of one of his old enemies daring to use you against him sent waves of unbridled fury through his veins.

He goes about retrieving you with a steely resolve, his mind already calculating every move necessary to bring you back to safety.

He allows the heat of his anger to fuel him, driving him forward with a single-minded purpose- saving you.

He digs into every availableresource, gathering information on your whereabouts and meticulously scrutinizing every detail of your kidnappers operation.

They will pay for what they had done, every last one of them.

His normally calm demeanor begins to crack. Anxiety gnawing at his heart, the mere thought of you being hurt tearing him up inside.

Yet, with a calm determination, he quickly packs his gear and leaves; he will get you back, that is now priority number one, above all else.

Everyone he perceives to get in his way is considered expandable

And whoever is responsible for taking you better hope that every single hair on your head is unharmed, cause that's the only chance they have of a somewhat quick death

47s instincts run wild as he fights his way to you. His entire life has been about killing, it's what he was made for after all. But for the first time, it's not just about finishing a job, it's personal.

Honestly, they never stood a chance, and were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of 47s onslaught.

47 moved with deadly precision, his eyes fixated on his goal. You had been taken from him, and he would stop at nothing to get you back.

One by one, he'll take out those who stood in his way. His movements fluid and efficient, without any hesitation.

He moved quickly down a dimly lit corridor, his senses on high alert. He could feel your captors presence, the subtle rustling of fabric, and the faint sound of faint breathing.

As he approached the door, he paused for a moment, steeling himself for the fight ahead. This was where you were being held.

Your kidnappers were fools to think they were ready for him, for 47 has never been more ruthless or determined.

After the last one of them dropped, a shaky breath caught 47s attention. He looked back and found you huddled into the corner of the room, your eyes wide as you gazed at the corpses around you, and 47, standing there with obsession in his eyes.

47 felt a pang of regret and sadness seeing you so shaken. He rushed over to you, pulling you into his arms, softly whispering reassurances to you until you calmed down.

You were safe in his arms once again, only now could he himself begin to relax. You were safe, that was all that mattered.

Looking down at you, he knew that he would do anything to keep you safe, to protect you from all harm. Nothing would ever take you away from him ever again, nothing.

Btw, you're not gonna be left alone for a while, and Diana isn't getting him to go to work either, 47's taking his first vacation.

#agent 47 x reader #yandere agent 47 x reader #yandere hitman #yandere agent 47 #hitman x reader #yandere headcanons

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 12 days

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Hi, do you still take x reader requests?? If you do, I was wanting a Phantom x reader/Y/N (she/they pronouns) and maybe Y/N got kidnapped by a rival being and he shows up rescue Y/N? Possessive Phantom is one of my favorite ideas, and he’s barely, just barely by a thread holding back from going full on eldritch being on the kidnappers + the rival. Maybe Phantom comforts Y/N afterwards too?

Call me Cos :D (for anon, I’ll be space anon if that isn’t taken)

Well, I do so love my body horror, so I'll admit that I kinda went further than that "just barely by a thread" part. . .

(This is based on a set of headcanons I posted a while ago; go here if you'd like to see them.)

Sorry this took so long, but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy it!

(Trigger Warnings: violence, body horror, eyes, teeth, mentions of snakes, mentions of insects, implied kidnapping, implied illegal business, talk of death/dying, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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“I’m really not sure what you’re hoping to gain from this,” you announced, resting your cheek against one hand as you looked out at the world through the bars of the cage.

Your captor—an admittedly stunning woman with a halo of crystals orbiting around the golden points of a crown protruding from her silvery hair—hummed thoughtfully.

“Not too much, if I’m being honest,” she answered with a dismissive shrug.

You quirked a brow, straightening your back a little. It was difficult to look her in the eyes; they glowed with undeniable power. The most piercing, dangerous, otherworldly shade of blue you’d ever seen.

Your brain was begging you to focus on something else. Anything else, really. The room outside your cage was extravagant, boasting marble floors and looming pillars and filigree carvings on the walls. Everything was inlaid with blue gemstones in some way. Even your cage, nestled in the corner, was polished and decorated to perfection.

But you still made a valiant attempt to keep eye-contact. You couldn’t just let her think you were some shrinking violet.

“Then why did you bring me here in the first place? Why did you bother to just wait in my mirror until I finally got home?”

The Multiverse Monarch took a few steps closer to further scrutinize you.

“Why does anyone do anything?” She responded. “Why do you mortals insist on making sacrifices, traveling to places you’ve never seen before, crossing bridges that don’t even exist yet?”

“Because we’ll eventually get paid for it,” you replied. “Or, we all hope to, at least.”

Monarch blinked, a small snicker forcing its way through her teeth. She quickly shook her head, engaging in the rolling-your-eyes-with-your-whole-body gesture.

“Because it’s there,” she stated in the most matter-of-fact tone you’d ever heard. “Because it’s just something to do. Something to temporarily keep your little lives from continuing to be mundane as fuck.”

You hummed at the explanation. There was definitely some truth to it, but you thrived on sarcasm. You couldn’t help that; it was a survival mechanism. “I feel like doing any kind of business with Phantom already pretty far from ‘mundane as fuck.’ I almost ended up being one of his contractors when we first met, and now look where I stand with him.”

Monarch tilted her head to the side, folding her arms across her chest. “That kind of thing happens with a lot of dealmakers and potential clients. Much more frequently than you’ think. Don’t feel special.”

“I never said I felt special,” you argued. And now it was your turn to smirk, since it was so obvious that you and Monarch were now thinking the same thing.

Phantom was many, many things. And one of them was, so simply, shady as they came. However, he could also be honest when the mood suited him.

When the two of you had first met, he’d seen you as just another soul with enough potential and enough need of supernatural assistance to be considered for his collection. You, on the other hand, had long-since honed your instincts to sense ulterior motives. And at that point in time, you’d been, for lack of a better word, tired.

Before that point, you’d been stepped on and laughed at and criticized so. Many. Damn. Times.

You’d gotten tired of that.

You’d gotten tired of trying so hard and putting out so much and only getting a few breadcrumbs here and there to show for it.

You’d gotten so tired that it was miracle you’d even bothered to read Phantom’s contract in its entirety.

And even with the potential consequences literally written down right in front of you. . .you’d been tired enough to not care.

So what if your soul became the property of an eldritch abomination?

At least you’d get some time to finally enjoy a few things before that.

You’re not sure what Phantom saw in your tiredness. Hell, you’d flat-out asked him before, and he hadn’t been able to give you a clear answer himself. But that was just it: he’d seen something that he wanted to keep. Not just for his collection, but. . .

Well, Phantom had been quiet for most of that particular meeting, mainly relying on his elevator pitch for small talk as you read through the requirements and expectations. When you took hold on his feather quill, he went silent. He’d stayed silent as you hesitated. You’d felt his eyes boring holes through your skull. And just as you were about to sign your name on the dotted line, Phantom had yanked the contract away, insisting that he needed to make a few updates to it.

The rest, as they say, is history.

“Plus,” you added. “I’ve heard all about the spats the two of you have gotten into. And when you combine those with the business angle of things. . .I mean, I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s still not mundane at all. Isn’t that enough?”

“You’ve only heard about those spats from his perspective,” Monarch snarked. Insanity glinted in her eyes. A buzzing, humming, keening, music suddenly stabbed its way into your ears, and you finally had to look away from her, ducking your head and kneading at your temples.

More footsteps clicked closer, and a cold hand was suddenly grasping your chin, slowly forcing you to look back up.

Her eyes. . .they looked even less human than before. Now they were compound, seeming to shudder in their sockets as that frightening blue light glowed brighter and brighter.

A pair of long, sinuous antennae now protruded from her forehead, covered in a network of crystalline veins. They reached down to lightly tap against your scalp, making that unearthly music reverberate in your skull.

“And enough is ภєשєг єภ๏ยﻮђ,” she concluded, allowing you to catch a glimpse of something shuffling about between the rows of her teeth. “ภєשєг ђคร ๒єєภ, ภєשєг ฬเɭɭ ๒є.”

“MONARCH!” A familiar voice suddenly shouted from somewhere on the outside of the throne room. . .or, it had to be outside the throne room, at least. But then, that voice shouldn’t have been echoing and bouncing around the corners with such violence. “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!”

Not if it was a human’s voice, that is.

And that’s why you immediately recognized it. You’d been hearing it every day for a good couple years now, after all.

You’d been waiting to hear it today.

“I know you know,” Monarch called back, only slightly raising her own tone as a smirk played at her lips. She released her grip on your chin, strolling away from your cage to settle down onto her throne. “That’s what makes this kind of stuff so fun.”

What sounded like a Category 5 earthquake slammed against the towering side-by-side doors that waited across the room. The thunderous sound was followed by a cacophony of screeching, like razor-sharp claws being dragged across ornate wood and stone.

“Well, if we’re going with that logic,” Phantom seethed from wherever he was, “then you also know that if you don’t bring [Y/N] out here right now, I swear I’ll 𐍂𐍊Ƥ 𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐌴𐌰ζ𐌷 𐍈𐍆 𐌸𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐐎𐍊𐍀𐌾Ⲋ 𐍈𐍀𐌴-𐌱𐌸-𐍈𐍀𐌴!"

Phantom’s pitch seemed to warp like metal, now twisting and rattling in the air. It gave the impression of a hissing, growling, churning well; like he was speaking through multiple people—or multiple monsters, really—at once.

“And I’ll just grow replacements for them,” Monarch replied, examining her fingernails, looking extremely cool and collected someone who was facing promises of dismemberment. “If you’re gonna threaten me, then maybe aim for something that’ll be more difficult to recover.”

Another shockwave pounded against the doors from the other side. The entire room shook; you could feel the floor vibrating through your shoes for a long moment.

Phantom’s voice hummed, shifting from ferocious anger to vicious mockery in a heartbeat. “Like those clones of yours?”

You craned your neck to glance at Monarch through the cage’s bars. You had to bite down a chuckle at the way she stiffened; if there was one thing you and Phantom had bonded over, it was the art of schadenfreude.

“My clones are scattered across the multiverse,” Monarch contended. “It would take you at least six-thousand-nine-hundred years for you to find all of them!”

She let out an icy snicker that made your spine want to crawl its way out of your back and go somewhere a little more quiet. “ץ๏ย’гє คɭгєค๔ץ ђคɭŦ-รєภเɭє; รђ๏ยɭ๔ภ’Շ ๒є Շ๏๏ ɭ๏ภﻮ ๒єŦ๏гє ץ๏ย’гє คɭɭ Շђє ฬคץ Շђєгє.”

“Oh, now you’re in for it,” you murmured. Though the speculation was mainly to yourself, you had no doubts that your captor could hear you.

An animalistic roar echoed through the walls, and the doors shook in their frame yet again. This time, the boom was accentuated by the undeniable call of something shattering.

“𐍊 ꡕ𐌰𐌸 𐌱𐌴 𐐎𐌴ࠋࠋ-𐍈ⱱ𐌴𐍂 𐌰 𐨠𐌷𐍈𐍁Ⲋ𐌰𐍀Ɗ, 𐌱𐍁𐨠 𐍊 𐌰ꡕ 𐍀𐍈𐨠 Ⲋ𐌴𐍀𐍊ࠋ𐌴!”

The latest tremor lingered, not just fading away like the last two strikes. You subconsciously held onto the bars in a white-knuckled grip.

Phantom knew you were here; he wouldn’t make Monarch’s entire palace collapse if it meant the risk of you getting crushed in the rubble. Despite your trust in him, your instincts were on still fire now, screaming the the floor was absolutely going to cave in beneath you at any second.

Phantom spoke up again, dripping with surreal danger. “What about all the souls you’ve gathered? What if I set my sights on those, Moth? They aren’t exactly easy to replace. We both now that better than anyone.”

Monarch stood on her throne, her movement too fluid and quick to be natural. The entire lower-half of her face seemed to have eroded away. Smooth, human-esquse flesh had been replaced by the mandibles you’d seen earlier. They shuddered and snapped, making an odd, almost musical chittering noise.

And right above them. . .her eyes. . .

Her eyes had grown disturbingly wide, rolling around in her head as each of the hexagonal units adorning either of them reflected everything around her. You could see yourself in the corner of them. She was still watching you as much as she was watching Phantom through the doors.

Her antennae now almost resembled crooked swords, twitching so violently that it was a wonder how her crown stayed in place.

The lights of the room flickered, growing dark and insidious. The temperature automatically dropped through several degrees; goosebumps prickled over every square-inch of your skin. Your senses were so shocked by the change that you almost didn’t notice the awful chorus of stretching and tearing that coiled through the room.

By the time you finally looked back at Monarch, you choked on air.

Her fair skin and silvery locks had just finished practically ripping themselves apart to make way for. . .not bones, perse. An exoskeleton: a shining, jagged, horrific carapace that looked like it was molded from liquefied diamonds.

The woman was gone.

An enormous insectoid monster stood in her place.

It was like nothing you’d ever seen before (which was saying something, since you’d seen quite a lot thanks to your relationship with Phantom).

As though you were looking at the impossible result of a mythical threesome between a primordial praying mantis, spider, and butterfly.

Far, far too many long, spindly, dagger-like legs and clutching, serrated claws to count.

At the center of them all was a glowing abdomen that trembled with every breath Monarch took. It ended in a glittering stinger that would make even the world’s sharpest harpoon look like a toothpick.

Her mandibles were now large enough to easily decapitate you with one bite. Each time they moved, an otherworldly chittering rhythm leaked out.

Four billowing wings as vast and blue as a trench in the ocean, covered in organized lines of piercing eye-spots.

No. . .those weren’t spots.

Honest-to-fucking-goodness eyes.

And they were still keeping some focus on you.

Monarch snarled. Against all odds, her voice remained soft. When it mixed with that chittering, however, the sound felt like needles. “ץ๏ย ๔๏ภ'Շ ђคשє Շђє ภєгשє.”

And with that, the doors finally buckled, flying off their hinges to embed themselves in the walls.

A haze of heat and terrifying energy swept into the room, followed an instant later by another abomination.

Despite the anxiety prying at your ribs, you still managed to smile. You even felt butterflies in your stomach.

Phantom was here. He’d come to take you back home.

At first, he seemed to be a sentient, slow-moving tornado of smoke. With your personal experience, you knew that he was simply wearing that fog sort of like a cloak.

As more and more of his true form rippled into the throne room, as all the smoke sliced around him, you could easily see the shapes of bones that all fit together to form a colossal serpentine skeleton.

A vast array of organs writhed further inside the seemingly endless ribcage, glowing similarly to the embers at the bottom of a firepit.

That glow had absolutely nothing on Phantom’s eyes, however.

Then again, you weren’t sure if you could really call them eyes.

The sockets in his triangle-shaped head emitted plumes of flaming, spiraling smoke. Beneath them, a maw filled to the brim with serrated fangs; the largest ones dripped with luminescent venom that sizzled as it hit the marble floors. A long, forked black tongue flicked in and out between all those teeth like a party favor.

So, in short: the richest, purest form of nightmare fuel for anyone with ophidiophobia. . .well, almost. Two arms (only two at the moment. You knew more could be summoned and then retracted at a second’s notice) jutted out from its sides, each ending in a clutch of five talons.

And there was something peculiar pinched between two of those talons.

“𐨠𐍂𐌸 ꡕ𐌴,” Phantom hissed as he raised his arm to show it off.

It was spherical in shape, almost looking like one of those pretty glass marbles that always seemed to be in antique stores for whatever reason.

But you knew better.

The longer you started at it, the more it seemed to bounce—no, to pulse in the air. It gleamed with a soft, warm, colorful light. A living light.

That was someone’s soul.

You’d seen Phantom handling souls before, but those all had been his (technically) legal property, having been signed over to him by his clients.

Judging by the way Monarch screamed as Phantom tossed it for his other talons to catch, this one had to be part of her collection.

“𐍊𐨠'Ⲋ 𐍂𐌴𐌰ࠋࠋ𐌸 Ⲋ𐍊ꡕƤࠋ𐌴, ꡕ𐍈𐨠𐌷. . .” Phantom put a little more pressure on the soul in his grasp. It responded via turning a darker shade, almost partially deflating like a smoker’s lung. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ ꡕ𐌴, 𐌰𐍀Ɗ 𐍊 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ 𐌸𐍈𐍁.”

Monarch bristled. For a brief, horrible moment, you worried that she would reach over and clamp the cage to crush it around you like a soda can.

You’d heard stories of her power. As far as you knew, she was one of few beings strong enough to have a stalemate with Phantom.

The two of them stared at one another for what felt like hours.

“คภ๔ ץ๏ย คɭฬคץร รคץ ՇђคՇ ๏Շђєг קє๏קɭє ςคภ'Շ Շคкє ן๏кєร,” Monarch accused, clicking her mandibles. She then let out an acidic sigh. “Ŧเภє. ﻮเשє ՇђคՇ ๏ภє ๒คςк Շ๏ ๓є, คภ๔ ץ๏ย ςคภ ђคשє ץ๏ยгร.”

“𐍀𐍈,” Phantom snapped. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐌾𐍊ⱱ𐌴 𐨠𐌷𐌴ꡕ 𐌱𐌰ζ𐌺 𐍆𐍊𐍂Ⲋ𐨠.”

Monarch hissed, leaning back, tensing up.

“How about you both move at the same time?” You called out, having finally reclaimed your voice.

Both of the crimes against nature swiveled their heads in your direction. One part of you instinctually wanted to curl into a ball. The other part stood firm.

No matter how terrifying Phantom was, no matter how much of a psychological hurdle it always was for you to see him in his true form like this. . .you still knew that he cared about you. He just wanted to keep you safe, to have you stay by his side. Once you were with him again, everything would be fine.

He and Monarch side-eyed each other.

One of Monarch’s legs reached over, clutching at the door to the cage. Simultaneously, Phantom pushed his talons, the soul still in his grasp, toward his rival.

Then, less than a second later, they moved in tandem.

As Phantom passed that unfortunate soul back to its owner, there was suddenly a gaping hole in the middle of the bars. You sprinted out and across the throne room, just barely managing to not trip over that long blue carpet.

Phantom met you halfway, one clutch of talons hovering behind you, gently pushing you to stand closer to him. He lowered his skull, angling it to keep his fangs away as you leaned against him, stretching your arms in an awkward attempt to hug him.

“Շђєгє, รєє? ՇђคՇ ฬครภ'Շ ร๏ ђคг๔,” Monarch piped back up. You didn’t look at her, but you could guess at the snide grin slowly-but-surely spreading over her mandibles. Was this part of the adrenaline rush, or. . .whatever she’d been after? “คɭฬคץร ฬเՇђ Շђє ๔гค๓คՇเςร.”

“𐌸𐍈𐍁'𐍂𐌴 𐍈𐍀𐌴 𐨠𐍈 𐍆𐍁ζ𐌺𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐨠𐌰ࠋ𐌺,” Phantom growled, holding you closer. You could see his horrific excuse for a heart thrashing and shifting through various colors unlike any you’d ever seen on Earth. “𐍊'ꡕ 𐌾𐍈𐍀𐍀𐌰 𐍂𐌴ꡕ𐌴ꡕ𐌱𐌴𐍂 𐨠𐌷𐍊Ⲋ 𐐎𐌷𐌴𐍀 𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐍀𐌴𑀌𐨠 ꡕ𐌴𐌴𐨠𐍊𐍀𐌾 ζ𐍈ꡕ𐌴Ⲋ 𐌰𐍂𐍈𐍁𐍀Ɗ. ʝ𐍁Ⲋ𐨠 𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌺 𐌰𐌱𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐨠𐌷𐌰𐨠."

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hackearneyexchange · 1 year

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Story Reveals #1

Heavy is the Crown for @midnightanddiamonds

Rating: Teen Archive Warning: None

It’s amusing, if not completely surreal, to watch him set up the hair products in a row like soldiers. He marches away with the tub and reappears with the sound of sloshing water.

“Wow."

Travis scrutinizes her with narrowed eyes. He must decide she isn't mocking him because the corners of his mouth turn down in a self-deprecatory smirk.

“I take my job seriously.”

Request: A few days after losing her eye in the jail, Laura struggles to put her hair up post-shower. Travis sees her pain and frustration, so offers to help her.

Easy as (Moon) Pie for @pixie-mask

Rating: Teen Archive Warning: None

Laura is the head baker at Hackett's Sweets, the local main-stay bakery. She works with her close friend Max and other friendly people making delectable confectionaries. But the owner's brother, the Sheriff, supposedly has the hots for her, according to Max. She isn't so sure, but she does admit that the grumpy cop is easy on the eyes.

But one day, the new competitor in town, Eliza Vorez, comes into the shop to tell them she's hosting another one of her Full Moon Festivals. Her boss wants her and the handsome grump to "investigate".

Pardon All My Precious Scars for @spookyscaryscully

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hackearney Fic Exchange Prompt -- Prologue redone where Laura goes to Hacketts Quarry by herself (Max and her are just friends). And after the crash she finds herself very interested in a certain sheriff (T- E kind of rating 👀).

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A retelling of the prologue, as well as a month into camp... and a tiny snippet of an epilogue at the end. :)

You do science for @absenthearted

Rating: Teen Archive Warning: None

Laura doesn’t know what the Sheriff’s plan is but she is willing to help. As much as it’s possible.

Body and Soul for @hazlethings

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning/Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dubious Consent

Laura Kearney is getting better. Admittedly in a roundabout way; that way being, coercing her kidnapper, turned ally into hunting anything and everything that goes bump in the night. She’s good at it - so good, a job she couldn’t possibly refuse lands in her lap. A week to rid a rundown mansion on the haunting shores of the Finger Lakes of its surly specter, but Laura and Travis get much more than either could have ever bargained for.

#hackearney #travis x laura #travis hackett #laura kearney #hackearney fic exchange #story reveals #the quarry #the quarry fanfiction

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sunnynwanda · 1 year

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Dragon in distress

Summary: when the news of the Princess’ kidnapping reach the Prince, he sets out on a quest to the Dragon’s lair. Except he’s not rushing to save the damsel. It’s the Dragon that needs saving from her.

The screeching didn't stop from the moment he picked her up from the courtyard. It didn't stop when they soared high up into the sky, further than any arrow could reach. It did not stop all the way to the dark mountain ridge. Only when her feet landed in front of the cave, did she finally stop screaming. Her lungs were hurting, and so were the Dragon's ears. He folded his wings behind his back, glaring at her for a moment as he rubbed his temples. He knew for a fact this was going to be an experience.

"If you scream again," he warned before she could even open her mouth again. "I'm going to push you off the cliff." He had to get away before the temptation got the best of him. In all honesty, no one could blame him for silencing her if they had only heard her shrieking.

"Is this where you live?" Disgust filled her voice as she folded her arms in front of her chest, glancing into the cave.

Her pitch was driving the Dragon bonkers, but he only had to endure it for a day or two, right? Someone was surely going to show up. Perhaps someone who hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her before. He almost chuckled at the thought when a saucepan hit him in the chest.

“And you expect me to stay here before someone comes to my rescue?” The Princess stood in the middle of his cave, her scrutinizing gaze darting from one thing to another as she searched for other things to throw at him. “This is ridiculous. I need a proper bed, this isn’t comfortable. And a bedside table. I dislike your chairs too. Do you even have a bath?”

He blocked a pillow aimed at his head but got hit with another one. The Princess kept on rambling, her speech drifting out of focus. He let out a troubled sigh, as he moved to the entrance of his once peaceful home.

“I'm starting to doubt if anyone is coming at all.”

The Prince was frantic. He set out in search of the dragon's lair the moment he received the news of the princess' kidnapping. His hands were shaking as he gripped the reins tight, his piercing blue eyes set on the blurry mountain ridge in the distance. For the Prince had met the Dragon before and knew him well enough. But worst of all, he had met the Princess. And he knew her too well.

By the time he reached the cave, it was midday. The Dragon sat in front of the cave, still scared to go inside, his head hanging low over something in his claws. A book, the Prince assumed, suppressing the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He failed miserably the moment the Dragon looked up at him with the most hopeful expression he had ever seen in those eyes. The poor creature looked drained of life, his green scales now less vibrant and shiny. The Prince was about to comment on the ordeal he brought upon himself when he heard the said ordeal squeal.

“You came!” She stormed past her kidnapper and into the arms of the Prince. “I did hope someone cuter would show up, but you’ll do just as fine. Now, are you going to keep staring at this beast or will you end him?”

“Pardon me?” Judging from the look on her face, that wasn’t the reaction she expected.

The Prince caught the Dragon’s eyes, irritation sparkling in his. “Well, aren’t you going to slay him?”

“Of course not,” he struggled to keep his voice down, mischief evident in his eyes as he glanced at the dragon behind her. “I didn’t exactly come here for you, truth be told.”

The Princess was rendered speechless, which was an achievement in and of its own. He smiled, before gesturing towards his horse. “You can take my horse,” she was still too stunned to speak, accepting the reins and his hand, as she helped her mount the steed. “I’m sure you’ll manage to get home before dusk.” The Prince added with a polite smile.

The Princess nodded before casting a glance at the Dragon.

“Good luck with… whatever this is.” She waved them goodbye before heading home. The Prince allowed his gaze to linger on the horizon before turning to the dork he called a friend.

“If you are going to keep kidnapping random royalty, choose better, eh?” He attempted a stern look but adoration coloured his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“This was the last time, I swear,” the Dragon claimed, earning a doubtful look from the Prince. “I was reading this fairy tale and got carried away.”

The young man shook his head as he reached the cliff where the Dragon was seated, flopping down on the grass right next to him. “Next time you wanna see me, just kidnap me, will you?”

He loved the puzzled look that came over the Dragon’s face. And the baffled laugh that escaped his mouth when the words settled in. But above all and most of all, he loved the Dragon.

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xellnikov · 1 year

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The russian kidnapper from Scrutinized

and if you listen closely enough, you can hear @eyelash-bug and me screaming in the background

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Deep web very on will found kidnapper and the breather the noir into hack never working desk friendly not stop vitória and hete ok tanner and kidnapper ok

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viatagrinner · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci. Chapter 18

Rio was transferred to another carriage.

The girl was taken to a mansion deep in the woods.

Two days passed.

The heroine was locked in a room, but she was told that Rio was still alive.

MC is being treated well.

(Perhaps the purpose is to prevent me from choosing a king.)

(So the man who imprisoned me in the mansion belongs to the Obsidian or the Benitoite...)

The girl has a chance to escape, but is caught by a "servant."

Silvio, however, comes to the rescue.

The "Servant" (?): We can't be too calm/kind to you if you try to escape.

Silvio: Ha, what a coincidence, isn't it? I'm not in the mood to be calm/nice right now, either.

Silvio beats up the kidnapper. The heroine helped by throwing a vase at the villain.

For this we get +4/+4. 1st choice.

The prince forgave her "recklessness," but remembered the fact that she poured water on him.

It turns out that he did not arrive alone, but with Gilbert. But Gilbert is not going to fight, since he is the "think tank" of this operation.

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Gilbert's presence is "frightening" and "depressing".

The Servant's strange behavior: when he sees Gilbert, he runs away.

Silvio: I see. I knew you knew him.

Gilbert: I don't think it's a good idea to say that without proof.

Gilbert: Well, there are people who run away just because of a man with a black cloak and one eye. Sad..

Silvio does not trust Gilbert.

Gilbert calmly replies that Silvio is "not mature," for "diplomacy begins with trust".

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MC asks:

1. How did Silvio know where she was being held?

2. What is Gilbert doing here?

Silvio: I just paid to buy all the information and identify the place.....

Gilbert: I just happened to walk past Silvio during my long walk.

Silvio: What a "long walk"! If I'm not mistaken, you were waiting for me at the front of the house!

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Gilbert asks not to fear him.

Gilbert: Ha ha ha ha. You've been on your guard for a long time, but now I'm helpless, aren't I?

Gilbert: Because if I hurt you in the slightest, Mr. Stealthy [Cheva] will come out.

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They remember about Rio, but he's not in the mansion. Rhodolite will take care of him.

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They didn't get to talk long. They were discovered.

Silvio took the girl in his arms and ran toward the exit.

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One of my favorite Gilbert moments

Garden. Silvio, after running a long distance and holding MC in his arms, is not even out of breath.

Gilbert struggles to breathe and asks to wait a moment.

Silvio: What? You're too weak.

Gilbert: No... It's just that you're a physically advanced idiot.

Silvio often sails, so he trains a lot.

In contrast, Gilbert, who always looks unperturbed, looked unusually distressed.

MC: Are you all right?

Gilbert: I'm fine... But I still don't like running.

Silvio: That's just an excuse. You're a soldier, you should train more.

Gilbert: Like I said, I'm a brainy guy.

Gilbert: Even though I'm a soldier, I'm still a commander.

Gilbert: But don't worry. I'm trained enough to kill anything that comes into my pocket.

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After tearing a piece from her skirt, the girl soaks the rag in the fountain and places it on Gilbert's forehead.

Gilbert: Thank you. Unlike some tyrants, little Miss Bunny is very kind.

Silvio: Huh?

Gilbert: I'm the kind of person who returns the favor if I'm treated kindly.

And Silvio stands there with a wicked expression.

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Things in the palace are bad.

King of Benitoite is angry that his youngest son is missing.

The girl is accused of missing Rio.

This could be used as an opportunity to get out of the Alliance.

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Gilbert hints that Silvio was "insidiously" bullying his brother.

Silvio: ...How much do you know?

Gilbert: Hehe... I'm the kind of person who scrutinizes his friends.

Gilbert: Because if you don't know what kind of person they are, you're afraid to be friends, aren't you?

Gilbert: Hey, Miss Bunny. Your precious butler has been suffering a lot lately, hasn't he?

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The Prince of Obsidian tells of Rio remembering everything.

Gilbert: Fear that something of value will be taken from him.

MC: .... Will something valuable be taken away?

Silvio: Hey!

Silvio's voice is hoarse for some reason.

Gilbert: Ha ha, why are you upset? Is your conscience bothering you?

Silvio: You son of a...

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Silvio reminds them that they are in enemy territory.

Leaving Gilbert behind, he drags the girl by the arm. To her protests, he replies that he does not have to talk to her about the past, and besides, her country is in crisis right now.

Gilbert walks behind. He is sure that one day the punishment for Silvio's "sin" will one day come back to Silvio.

Gilbert has done things "500 times worse" than Silvio, so he is sure of it.

MC wonders, but she's afraid to ask.

We're all curious too, MC, but it's not the Gilbert's route. We'll have to wait. 😞

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The same night.

The palace. Silvio's guest room.

Silvio: Everyone always talks so much about what happened to that woman!

Silvio: They talk about me as if I were some kind of flirt!

After a long drive, Silvio drives up to the courthouse, roughly closes the door, and suddenly looks in the nearby mirror.

Silvio: I don't want to be loved or not loved, I don't care what people think of me.

Silvio: ...I have nothing against people knowing about Valerio, and this woman is just a game from the beginning.

Silvio: That damn dog held her like she was worth a fortune... She just...

With each word, with each memory, the face in the mirror changes a strange expression.

Silvio: ...Fuck!

Silvio: Disgusting...

Silvio: How could I let that insolent woman...

Silvio: How could it be? She's not cute, she yells at me, and she's not interested in money at all...

Silvio: She complains about the clothes I chose for her, and when she gets drunk she makes me bring her water...

Silvio: What's so good about this woman?

Blood drips from his wounded hand.

Like tears of the heart, a drop falls to the floor and is absorbed.

Silvio: ....I went to help her because I didn't want to do what the old bastard wanted me to do.

Silvio: There's no better reason.

He comes up with excuse after excuse... But no one listens to them.

Silvio: ........

Silvio: ....I just want to take her away from that dog.

Silvio: Just that.

Silvio: Why should I suffer so much?

Chapter 17

Silvio's Masterlist

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Like np

#scrutinized luna #ocs #oc #art #wttg2 #welcome to the game 2 #wttg #welcome to the game #scrutinized #fanart #my art #scrutinized game #artoc #drawing #tanner #the breather #the kidnapper #digital fanart

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freuleinanna · 2 years

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last ones standing

Charasters: Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett (non-romance) Chosen ending: everyone dies, except Laura, Travis, and Max Short summary: Laura and Travis in the aftermath of the blood bath occurred at the Hackett's Quarry camp, because I'm a sucker for enemies-to-cautious-slightly-less-enemies trope :) Words count: 1242

Tags: @katnisspeetaprim, @imperfectjam, @b33barlowsstuff (you awesome people asked for a tag, so here we are! If you'd like to, I can tag you in future posts, but I'll also tag quarry works as (# anna writes the quarry))

(I also have to warn you that english isn't my first language, so... yeah)

(the gif is just to show the characters, it's not this exact scene)

The camp fell silent for the first time since the sundown. It wasn’t an easy silence, though. It had some strange finality to it that gritted on the teeth, and the shivers were dancing all over the sweaty skin. Overall, it felt… well, nauseating. Like that last drink before you black out at a party. Some fucking party.

‘Is this… is this everyone?’ ‘How the damn hell should I know?’

Laura glanced over to find the cop scrutinizing the bodies. Some they found within the camp premises, others they had to drag. Wasn’t pretty. No, sir, it wasn’t.

‘I only met like four of them’, she said gulping down a huge lump in her throat. ‘Care to identify the ones you know?’ ‘Will it help if I do?’ ‘Not really’, the man shrugged, his face wincing for a moment. ‘They’re still going to the lake.’

That flat tone. That mother-hollering flat tone he had. It almost made Laura feel angry again. It almost made her feel again, period.

‘Fuck you, man’, she spit out walking up to him. Travis Hackett, the goddamn ultimate Hacketteer. She pushed him, half-heartedly. The cop swayed, barely even looking at her. She pushed again, harder. Torn uniform, scratches, splashes of blood all over his face. His eyes locked on hers for a second, but he didn’t say a word. She wanted him to. Maybe if he did, she’d feel something, anything, anything but death all around. She pushed again.

‘You don’t wanna do this’. ‘I fucking do’. ‘No, you don’t.’ ‘I fucking do!’ she kept pushing harder and harder, her voice getting higher and higher. He didn’t even protest, just stood there with his eyes wearily closed, swaying, making half-steps back. ‘I FUCKING DO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!’

That last push became a punch against his shoulders, with both of her hands, and somehow took all her strength. Laura stopped, gasping for air. The smell of dried blood hang heavily in the air. She quivered at its familiarity.

‘You done?’ Travis opened his eyes, locking her into place. A shadow of a frown on his forehead. With a gesture close to a comic one he set his sheriff badge straight on his shredded shirt. And with that simple gesture, he suddenly looked unsure. Lost, just like her.

‘Yeah, I’m done’, Laura grumbled, stepping back. ‘I’m so done with you’. ‘Good.’ ‘Eat shit.’

She slumped on the grass, looking at the heap of bodies with glassy eyes. Kids. They were all just kids. She was a kid, too, a stupid kid who didn’t think anything could touch her. Look where that got them.

‘What, no nickname?’

The cop sat down beside her, moving slowly, as if every muscle of his body was sore. She bet it was.

‘Eat shit, Officer Fuck-itt’, she retorted without missing a beat. ‘There you go’, he smirked. Laura snorted. It was the absurdity, it must have been. The absurdity of sitting next to her kidnapper-slash-prison-guard whose werewolf brother didn’t check his voice mail that one time, and now here they were, in a summer camp full of dead bodies. A sudden thought pulled her insides.

‘Are you gonna let me go?’

Travis fell silent for a moment. She heard him sigh, then suck on his tooth with an audible tssk!

‘You killed my family.’ ‘Your family killed, like, a whole bunch of camp counselors. Are we really comparing the body count?’

He gave out a muffled laugh. It was so fucking bizarre to hear that man laugh. She thought all he could do was stare, grit his teeth, and be the creepiest fucker around. Laura turned to look at him over her shoulder.

‘So, is that a yes? I really don’t feel like fighting for my life right now, man.’ ‘You’ve done enough,’ he nodded. ‘Get the hell outta here, I’ll clean this mess up. Not my first rodeo.’ ‘Hopefully, your last.’ ‘That’s the only reason you’re getting away,’ he took half a glance at Laura before pointing his finger at her. ‘No. Just…no. Not a word.’

She mimed utter surprise, but kept all the stingy comments about his way of expressing gratitude and where he could shove it to herself. There was, actually, something else to resolve first.

‘Max is on the island, I need to go get him.’ ‘What, this island?’ Travis seemed genuinely confused. ‘Duh.’ ‘Why?!’ ‘Because there's water around it for safety?’ she was drawling out her words as if speaking with a child. Not a very bright child. The short fuse circuited. ‘No, why on earth would you b-- You know what, doesn’t matter. Go get him and get the hell out.’ ‘We’re gonna need a car.’

A long, deep, exasperated sigh.

‘Fine, take mine.’ ‘Thanks, Officer Di--’ ‘Don’t you goddamn dare.’

And just like that, with his voice, the sun came up. Like a fucking switch. The audacity made Laura shiver. Sunrise spilled over the pile of bodies, flickered in pools of almost coagulated blood. Funny, how emotions work. Now it seemed like the only thing that dragged her through the last moments of the night was Travis Hackett’s dry growl of a speech. But now that work was done.

She got up.

‘Should we leave the car somewhere, or…?’ The cop looked at her with empty eyes for a moment, and then suddenly snorted. ‘What?’

Travis got up too, rubbing his sore shoulder and neck, but there was definitely a shitty smile on his lips.

‘What?!’ Laura repeated impatiently. ‘Yeah, there’s a place.’

To be honest, his smile was starting to look a little neurotic.

‘Either you spill it or…’ ‘I was thinking, the Harbinger motel.’

He could barely contain himself. Laura blinked. Then blinked again. Then she felt her lips spread in the same crazed neurotic smile – and then the laughter came, waves and waves of it. They coughed, and wailed, and probably looked completely and utterly insane, both beaten and bloodied, but that was the most sane thing that happened over this hell of a night.

They had to take a moment to calm down, though. Both got quiet and serious. Travis cracked his neck, let out a deep breath. Once again, he became collected, reserved. A book closed shut. Laura regarded him for a moment. Then nodded.

‘I’d better go.’

And she almost did, except for the hand on her wrist. She twitched instinctively. The cop let go almost at once. His eyes were deadly serious now. The eyes of the man, whom she almost killed, but didn’t, and who almost killed her – but didn’t. Quite a pair they were. Last ones standing.

‘For the rest of the world, nothing happened here. Do you understand?’

Laura nodded again.

‘I can’t hear you.’ ‘I do.’

Accepting her answer, Travis tossed her the car keys.

‘Go, then. Now.’ ‘Are you…’ she hesitated for a moment. ‘Are you gonna be okay?’

He just tilted his head, raised his eyebrows sarcastically. He was really, truly insufferable.

‘Nevermind, got it. Nothing happened, no lurking officers, no werewolves, nada.’ ‘Good.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Harbinger motel.’ ‘Heard that one before,’ she scoffed. ‘Better follow it through this time.’ ‘Aye-aye, officer.’

She saluted and was finally able to turn her back on the man. She hoped to never, under no circumstances, to see him again. She tried to shift her thinking to the next steps. She even managed to feel a bit lighter with every step she put between herself and Travis Hackett.

What she didn’t do is say goodbye.

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