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joshsindigostreak · 8 months

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter One

“Touching you makes me die inside”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Notes: I haven't written fanfic in literal years (let alone published anything) and this just popped into my head while on a road trip and I just had to write it down. Huge shout out to Kait @gretasmokerising and Anna @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine for being my soundboard and encouraging me to flesh it out instead of just being an idea in my head. Love y'all so much!

Warnings: not much other than descriptions of blood.

Word Count: 2520

The bar was unusually crowded tonight, a detail you always preferred on nights like these. On nights you only had one thing on your mind. Nights when you needed to feed. It was a chain sports bar, which was a rule of yours: never go to local bars, the smaller the establishment the more likely a local turning up missing would be noticed. Bartenders and owners always notice when their regulars stop showing up. But no one bats an eye when a sports fanatic in a sea of matching jerseys slips off into an alley or stumbles down the street away from the fray, that’s just Friday.

So there you were, sitting at the far end of the bar where you could get a better view of the room, your finger circling the rim of the vodka RedBull you pretended to drink. Human alcohol was alright, and the concoctions they’d come up with were cute, but it wasn’t anything compared to blood. Nothing compared to blood. You started salivating at the thought of it, your teeth begging to extend from your gums in preparation, but you shake your head and focus once again.

Your eyes scanned the crowd in the bar, sweeping through the loud and obnoxious patrons hoping to find a target that would satiate your thirst for a few nights. That’s when you heard it, this loud, jovial belly laugh from the corner of the bar. You snapped your eyes towards the source, and you saw him. Big toothy grin, with a gap between his front teeth, the sides of his head was shaved down to the skin, the rest of his hair was curly and clearly picked to death to make it as tall as possible. Poolstick in one hand and the other playfully slapped the arm of the man next to him who was playing with him. You took a sip of your drink as you observed him closely, gauging how drunk he was. Not that it mattered too much, men were easy pickings amongst humans.

Your heightened senses let you hear what he was saying, and you almost switched your target to someone else when you realized how much of a motormouth he was. But you sighed and continued to listen, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the inane things he was rambling off. Yeah, you were going to enjoy shutting him up later. If your stomach could growl anymore, it would have several times by now from the sheer amount of time it had been since your last feed. You were bored now, and needed to set the scene for your graceful exit and hopefully delicious dinner.

The human turned his head to a person on his other side as they were speaking, and you got a clear view of the side of his sharp jawline, and more importantly, his neck. The only visible scars on him was a small scar on his cheek, the rest of his visible skin was unmarked, unblemished, and that excited you more. It was almost too pretty for what you planned on doing to it, and the visual of his blood running down his neck into his shirt, staining it while the scent filled the air had you nearly launching yourself off that barstool to sink your teeth into him right then and there.

You shook your head a little to center yourself, you were too old to give into sloppy desires like that. Downing the rest of your drink, you hopped off your stool and quickly plastered a cheerful grin on your face when the bar erupted in cheers at one of the teams on the screen scoring something. You didn’t care what it was, who was who, or what idiotic sport these humans cared about, but you needed to blend in. Raising your arms, you let out the silliest “woooo!” you could muster without embarrassing yourself, while quickly making your way to the other side of the bar where your target remained parked by the pool tables.

As you got near that end of the bar, you pretended to completely ignore him and his friends. You pretended you didn’t see how his vision snapped to you as you walked by, or how he barely blinked while he watched you stare at the old school jukebox in the corner, looking over the options. You pretended you definitely didn’t see how his grip on his beer tightened as he checked you out. Men were so fucking easy like this, even the undead ones you knew personally. They’d never changed in the three centuries you had been alive.

You threw a look over your shoulder at the crowd behind you, matching the energy of the room and letting out an airy laugh at what was happening on the televisions. As you turned back to the jukebox, you saw your target walking towards you, nearly stumbling over his own feet to get to you.

“You’re awfully happy for a girl whose team is losing miserably.” He mused at you with a playful tone in his voice.

You turned to him, slightly confused until you looked over his shoulder at the score and looked down at your shirt. Shit, he was right. It was nothing you couldn’t recover from however, “oh it’s ok, I just like the energy going on...” That was stupid, but he seemed to buy it.

“Whatcha drinking?” He said pointing to the empty cup in your hand.

You let out another light giggle, “oh just a vodka RedBull…”

He immediately turned to the bartender closest to him and ordered you another drink and another beer for himself. As he turned away from you, you noticed the multiple ear piercings in his ear, and tried to check out the metal to see if they were silver or stainless steel. You hoped out of convenience they were stainless steel or even white gold, because silver of any kind burned a Vampire's skin. While it would take a significant amount to hurt you, it was still annoying to avoid minor burns while enjoying a simple meal.

He turned back towards you, dagger earring swinging as he did so, “I haven’t seen you here before…”

“You haven’t? You must not have been looking hard enough.” Your mouth twists into a smile, not only to make it seem like you were flirting with him but because you could hear his heartbeat hammering in your head. He wasn’t even trying to keep calm in front of you.

At your reply he started grinning too, giving you a front row seat to a tooth gap that for a human was adorable. You briefly wondered if he was aware of how cute it was but you shook that thought off, you needed to get this done. You looked him in the eyes, just then realizing how intense his stare was. Those big brown eyes of his bore into you, the wheels were turning behind them and you wondered what he was thinking about. It was almost a crime you’d never be able to see how they looked in the sun. You’d never see how the sun would highlight every swirl, every minuscule difference from his left and right eye, all the dimensions of color you could never see in person because of the one thing that could kill you. His eyes were sweet, in a genuine way you weren’t used to seeing in human men. If you hadn’t been starving you’d almost let this one go, and find a legitimate douche to feed off of. But then again, sometimes the sweetness from human nature translated in their blood. It was probably a Vampiric placebo effect, but sometimes you could almost taste someone’s nature in their blood, and this one, this man right here, made you want to test that theory to know for sure. Maybe he wasn’t as annoying as you originally thought while listening to his conversations earlier. Maybe.

Someone scored, a home run, touchdown, they won the points but you didn’t care, because everyone in the bar except you looked at the TV and cheered. You used this distraction to make eye contact with him once more, it was time to use your Persuasion, it was time to get out of there. With him.

“Hey…let’s get out here…” as you spoke, you felt your power come from within you and follow your words to him. He blinked once or twice, and nodded slightly and took your hand at once. You realized just then you hadn’t even gotten his name. Good. You didn’t need to get attached to this one with a name. Nearly losing your nerve over his fucking eyes was enough. You hadn’t been a teenager in over 300 years but for a brief second, you felt like one as his hand gripped ours and led you through the thick crowd.

The two of you made it to the back door, slipping out into the night easily. The door led out to an alley, as cliche as they were to feed in, they were easy to leave humans behind in with no memory of what had transpired. The only light was from a single flickering light bulb fixed above the back door. There wasn’t even a moon out that night.

He seemed highly amused at the fact he was alone with you, and spun around to face you as soon as the door shut, a toothy smile plastered on his face once again. “I live nearby. We can walk if you want…”

You held his gaze once again, using your Persuasion once again to your advantage. “No…this is perfectly fine…” Grabbing his hand this time, you led him down the alley, further into the dark. There were a few dumpsters on either side that made a perfect barrier hide behind.

Another round of cheers sounded off in the distance. The bar would be busy for at least another hour judging by the game time when you left, which was more than enough time to feed and get the fuck out of there. You looked up and he’s still looking at you with a dopey grin, the effects of your Persuasion still in effect.

He looked at you, going from your eyes to your lips, and you did the same to him. You leaned forward, lips softly brushed against his, eyes closing on instinct. The next thing you knew you were getting backed into the wall, the kissing getting messier and more passionate by the second. His front teeth nipped at your bottom lip, a slight noise escaping you at the action. You wanted to reach up and tangle your hand into his curly hair, but he had a firm grip of both your hands at your sides. So you just rolled with it, enjoying making out with this human before feeding on him. And you were about to pull apart to use your Persuasion again to get him in position, to even tell him it wasn’t going to hurt so he wouldn’t scream or be in pain. That was until you felt something-

Burning.

Hot.

Fucking heat.

Your wrists were suddenly on fire and you broke away to look down at your wrists being bound by silver fucking handcuffs. The target tightened them down on your wrists as tight as they could go, and when you looked up at the bastard you felt another burning sensation on your neck.

He was holding a silver knife against your throat. This mother fucker.

“What the fuck?!”

“Jesus Christ, I thought your file said you were supposed to be over 300 years old and you fell for that?!” He almost laughed as he pressed the knife flat against your skin, the sound and smell of sizzling flesh wafting through the air. Of course he had a fucking file. Humans love their stupid paperwork. You were fucked.

“Yeah your little trick of batting your lashes at me to get me to do what you want didn’t work. Not once.” How in the fuckedy-fuck did it not work?! He was glaring at you now, the sweet grinning man you found in the bar was gone, at least on the surface. Those big brown eyes of his looked nearly black now, the grip he had on one of your wrists tightening even more as if he was trying to click the cuff even tighter, burn even deeper into your flesh.

He was one of them. For every supernatural creature there were humans that hunted them. And this wannabe Dean Winchester clearly hunted vampires. It had been awhile since you had run into a hunter. At this point of your undead life you formed your own set of rules to keep you out of trouble. However, you played them all to a T tonight, and yet here you were, up against the wall being subdued by the supernatural equivalent to a boy scout.

The adrenaline was rolling through your body as you narrowed your eyes, and if you had had the strength you would’ve strangled him already.

“Fine. Fine! Just let me go and I’ll fucking leave the city and no one has to make a mess out here.”

“You think I’m letting you go anywhere when there have been bodies piling up left and right between here and 3 counties over?” He snarled out, leaning even closer to your face.

Bodies? You hadn’t fully killed anyone around here. Not yet anyway. To the brink of death, sure, you weren’t a saint and shit happens, but you definitely hadn’t left a trail of bodies anywhere. What the fuck was he talking about? But you didn’t care that much, you needed to get the fuck out of there before anyone saw.

“Listen you’ve got the wrong Vampire here I-“

“The wrong one? You were literally about to feed off of me. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing for a second. As soon as you walked into that bar I knew what you were. Your kind isn’t very subtle, especially the older ones. You have to work on that act of yours, sweetheart. It wasn’t as convincing as you’d think.” The grin was back, but it was cocky now and paired with an obnoxious dimple in his left cheek. This asshole.

The cheers erupted again, causing you both to look up at the sound. This was your chance. You still had enough strength in your legs to stoop on his foot with your full weight, causing him to lose grip on the knife and for you to knock it out of his hand with your useless hands and to skirt around him. You took off as fast as you could. Not as fast as your typical speed would allow, but faster than a human. Faster than that dickhead.

You had to get these cuffs off of you as soon as possible, and you had to make sure you never saw that douche again, or else you might actually kill him this time.

Part 2?

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bastionbibi · 12 days

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Hi, it’s me Drabble Anon again. I’m glad you don’t mind my drabbles, if it ever becomes a problem please let me know, I have a lot of ideas for the ghost au but right now here’s a different concept thing for ya, I’m very sorry, I hope you enjoy and have a nice day or night:

Kaitou Kid groans as he rubs his eyes, his head ringing and pounding from the sudden flash of light that engulfed his vision. As he quickly regains himself, his mind flashes back to what had happened before, how he had snuck out to one of the building’s many balconies after successfully losing the guards to the confusion of the illusions he made before using the key he swiped to unlock the safe the jewel was put in made with the sturdiest tempered glass to keep it secure while showing it off to the public only for that little detective to find him right as he was about to pull out the Labradorite mirror from the safe-

The Labradorite mirror!

Immediately, Kaitou Kid whipped his head towards his hand, his heart dropping as he found himself looking at a small, fractured piece of what was once part of the Labradorite mirror in his hand.

“What?! How did it— when did it shatter?!” Kaitou kid yelped, dropping the safe in favour of examining the shattered jewel. How did this happen?! Was it a fake, a flash bomb? No, he was sure that it was the real thing, he checked.

“What happened?!” The kid, Conan exclaimed, looking in shock at the broken jewel in Kaitou Kid’s hands. Kaitou Kid waved his hands around helplessly, trying his best not to panic and steadily failing at it, “I don’t know, you tell me!”

“Kaitou Kid!!” Inspector Nakamori’s furious shout echoed out as the thunderous sound of footsteps became louder and louder, it wouldn’t be long until they find him. Kaitou Kid gulped, the last thing he wanted was to face the inspector’s wrath but what can he do? He can’t just return the Labradorite mirror!

“Hm, quite the conundrum we both are in.” A new voice came in, one eerily familiar to a certain British detective Kaitou Kid was familiar with. Both him and Conan turn towards the room the balcony led in to as a figure stepped in, dusting off his outfit. The person was wearing an open black suit with tailcoats at the back, a pale white button-up underneath and a dark green bow tie. His face is covered by a black mask, decorated with gold pattens swirling gently around its surface with a little spade charm dangling on its left. Kaitou Kid would have immediately questioned who this person was and how he got here were it not for the brown-blonde hair he instantly recognised.

“Hakuba?!” Kaitou Kid spluttered, recoiling back in shock. “What are you doing here?! What are you wearing?!”

“I have no idea who this Hakuba is.” Probably-Hakuba said calmly though Kaitou Kid could have sworn he saw his mouth twitch in irritation for the briefest of moments. “However, I do believe that you and I must take our leave soon.”

“Who are you supposed to be? How did you get in here?” Conan questioned, ready to strike at any moment just in case. Might be or might not be-Hakuba simply smiles in amusement, giving a polite bow to Conan as he says, “My dearest apologies, while I do wish to stay and chat, the gentleman in white and I must be on our way. However, you may call me, the Phantom Magician.”

“Phantom Magician- Wait that’s my schtick!” Kaitou Kid exclaimed indignantly, irked by this copycat attempt yet something in his mind knew that things aren’t adding up. Why would Hakuba try to pull such a stunt? It isn’t like him to make such a strange and nonsensical plan. And why act like this? It’s almost like Hakuba had taken his role…

Before he could question it further, Inspector Nakamori slammed the door open as the guards and officers poured in. Haku- Phantom Magician chuckled as he ran forward, grabbing Kaitou Kid before stepping up and leaping down the balcony. Kaitou Kid yelped in shock before activating his Hang Glider Cape, clinging onto Phantom Magician tightly as they both escape. Kaitou Kid grumbled, glaring down at the other, “You could have warned me you bastard, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“The same can be said for you, Kuroba.” Phantom Magician said back in an almost deadpanned expression before adding, “Do not try to deny it, I know it is you. If you get to call out my identity then so do I.”

“Ah-ha! I knew it, you are Hakuba!” Kaitou Kid laughs triumphantly before frowning, “But why the costume change? It’s almost like you’re trying to be me.”

“I could say the same for you, Detective Kuroba.” Phantom Magician said which nearly made Kaito falter. “Excuse me?!”

“Do not drop me, keep focus on gliding!” Phantom Magician snapped, glaring up before sighing and taking the shattered Labradorite mirror from Kaitou Kid’s hands. “So, this is the Labradorite mirror, or at least a piece of it.”

“You know what it is?” Kaito asks as Phantom Magician nods, “Yes it was the subject of my heist but before I could even send a notice, I was suddenly transported to where we once were.”

“Transported? What, so you’re from an alternate dimension where you and I swapped roles?” Kaito asked, finding it all hard to believe and yet, it lines up with the information he gathered about the jewel prior to his heist. The Labradorite mirror was said to have shown the alternate lives of whoever gazed into it, who they could have been if they walked down a different path. There are even some rumours in myths that claim that the Labradorite mirror was actually a gateway into an alternate dimension.

“Wait, are you seriously an alternate Hakuba?!” Kaito shouted before his mouth gets covered by the alternate Hakuba who hissed, “Are you trying to wake the city up?!”

“Sorry, sorry, sheesh.” Kaito huffed, knowing for certain that Phantom Magician may be Hakuba, but not the Hakuba he knows. As they land in a small forest clearing away from many buildings or bustling streets, Kaito frowns as he plucks the Labradorite mirror shard out of Phantom Magician’s hands, examining it, “Still, this doesn’t make any sense. How are you here? Why did the Labradorite mirror suddenly shatter when I picked it up? Where are the other pieces?”

“I do not know, but we can ask the questions once we have more clues about the nature of the Labradorite mirror. What’s more important is that we find out where those other pieces of the jewel went. If it were to suddenly shatter, then they must be somewhere.” Phantom Magician said before he frowns, his brow furrowing as he crosses his arms, “What I’m more worried about is if it’s only me who got sent here, or there are others who got roped into this peculiar situation as well…”

“I’m home Dad!” Mouri Ran calls out, walking over to the living room only to stop and drop her bag when she sees herself staring back in the kitchen, her father looking between the two in pure bafflement and confusion. “Eh?!”

“This isn’t Nagano…” Morofushi Taka’aki muttered, rolling his wheelchair forward with Uehara Yui following close behind. She frowns with concern, looking down at her watch, “Agreed, and last I checked, it was 1.15pm in the afternoon before that bright light engulfed us.”

Scotch groans as he lifts up his head, taking in his surroundings. The undercover PSB agent took a deep breath before he stepped out of the alleyway he found himself in, looking ahead with a determined gaze, “Alright, time to figure out how and why I ended up here.”

Melkior Kurosawa let out a tch as he tied up his long hair into a simple bun before walking around the empty streets, staring down at the strange shard he found near him. Whatever this jewel is, Melkior knew that it might have something to do with how he ended up in this location. It’s just a matter of piecing it together from there.

“Well this is interesting.” Vermouth smirks as she looks around the city, pushing up her glasses. “Looks like I’ve somehow arrived at a different place. I wonder if you’re here too, Cool kid.”

Hey drabble anon!!

I know being told to stop apologizing is uncomfortable, but just know that I like these and you shouldn’t apologize to me! But see, the thing is I have goldfish memory and something in my brain sometimes just refuse to let me answer/read stuff, I unexplainable even to me. BUT!! HERE GOES!! Live reaction as usual ahahaha

Im surprised that’s it’s about Kid this time!! Let’s see how this goes.

Labradorite mirror?? I deadass have no idea that they made mirrors out of precious stones, no wonder it got displayed.

WAIT IS THAT TUXEDO MAAAAASSSKKK!!?!?!

OH No its not hm……… Phantom magician hmm………. I don’t trust him..

“It’s almost like Hakuba had taken his role…” 👀👀👀

DETECTIVE KUROBA HOOOLLLDDD OONN!!!

I AM FLABBERGASTED!!

Ok but the question is what happened to the og disney prince did he get swapped

“Labradorite mirror suddenly shatter when I picked it up? Where are the other pieces?” LETS GO INUYASHA!!!!

WAIT BRO WHATS HAPPENING WAIT WHA

KOMEEIIII NOOOOOOO

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SCOTCH!!!!!!!!!!!!?????!?

OK BUT WHAT IS HE DO

MEOLKOIR DONT FUCK W ME RN WHA

VERMOUHT SIFNSKJFNSKJF

WAIT NO ITS STOPPED!?! THATS IT!?!?!

DRABBLE ANON!!

I BEG I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE MORE I CANT DO THIS WHATS HAPPENINJ NEXT AAAAAAAAAA

PLEEEAASSEEEEEEE

THIS CLIFFHANGER IS SO CRUEL I CANT

edit: I ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT VERMOUTH SWITCHED PLACES WITH JODIE?? OH MY GOD I NEED MO 🗣🗣🗣

#DRABBLE ANON #LOOK U CANT JUST #DROPPED THIS AND DIP???!!? COMBACK??????#ASKS #LONG POST

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chain-draws-stuff · 4 months

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HOW LONG HAVE I HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING???

EndKing!Steve

Chapter 17

Confession

Steve pov:

Said that I was chosen to set them all free. Like I was someone special...I looked at the one with the black and red tainted window...it had its phantom but...where's the statue? Nevertheless, it wasn't worth finding out considering if its just another worthless phantom wondering around the void. I wasn't up to another wild goose chase, but I was still curious about the phantom on the glass weather they got out or not...I was brought back to reality when the figure called my name

????:Steven...

The figure called

Steve:...

Steve:please don't call me that...it makes me very uncomfortable

????:Ahh...i understand..

????:We should be heading back to the castle before anything else happens

The figure says with there monotone and there static voice

I shook my head as we exited back through where I entered the underground structure. I flew my elytra as I began flying towards the castle

Back at the overworld...

Narrator pov:

It was another boring day. Nothing changed ever since Steve left the town for a few weeks...everything was peaceful but...something was missing

.....

Kaite hasn't been herself in a while and hasn't been herself I mean she's just bored nowadays. She was lying down on her bed as she waits as time passed by. Time passes as Kaite lays down still bored. Kaites life hasn't changed much...considering she just bullies Steve for who knows how long, and alongside with Billy. She felt that something was missing...was it Steve? Friendship? No one could tell...but all we know is that she wasn't done with life's plans...yet..

It's now been an hour since Kaite hasn't left her room...

(Nock nock)

Billy: sissss!

Billy shouted from the other side of the door

Kaite: what is it this time! If its another one of your pranks planned for Chris I'm not up to that right now!

Billy: come on! It's going to be fun!

Billy shouts trying to get his sister to join in on another one of his pranks

But knowing Billy he was hella stubborn and knowing that this is just going nowhere as she finally opend the door

Kaite: ugh fine...but if we get in trouble I'm blaming you for it

Billy: Awesome!

Billy exclaims excitedly, grabbing his sister by the hand leading her outside towards Chris and Austin house hiding behind one of the trees

As a few minutes passed because I'm lazy :P

As time passed Chris finally showed up and walked right into Billy's prank. Chris stepped on the pressure plate activating the Redstone contraption leading to the dispenser pouring out water on top of his head. Kaite and Billy burst out laughing from this. They both started running away from the scene.

After running back to the house Billy then got to his room watching some...(hehe I'm gonna do it >:]) Cocomelon (XDDD). As he was in his room Kaite decided to go outside to the bakery near the school, on her way there she saw lily on the sidewalk

When Kaite got to the bakery...(I'm very lazy ok???)

Kaite pov:

I got to the bakery to check on what I could buy, I saw lily entered the store so I decided to say hello...in my way

I got close where she still couldn't see me I went behind her back as I gave her a shout of hello. She jumped and scream, I laughed at her reaction.

Lily: dont- don't scare me like that!

She scolds. And punches me on the shoulder

Kaite: ow- ok I kind of deserved that

Lily: you prick! Don't do that!...

She scolds me again while I was still holding my laughter

Kaite: ok! Ok! I'm sorry

I say as I was still holding my laughter...

Lily:...

Lily: uhh...h-hey Kaite I- um...I wanna ask you something...

She says as she tries not to stutter

Kaite: sure what is it?

Lily: I...I- umm...[gosh why is it so hard for me to say?!] Umm...

Lily: CanyoupleasejoinmeinthesleepoverIplanned!

...(too fast? Yeah ik)

Lily: I- I mean...c-could you please come over for a sleepover?

Kaite:oh! Sure thing! I would mind at all

Lily: w- wait...really?

Kaite: yeah sure thing! I have nothing else to do after all...other than just joining Billy with whatever tomfoolery he's doing

She giggled and that was enough to make my heart beating (fast haha)

Kaite: u-umm...oh! Gotta go! See ya later lily!

I say as I exited the bakery and ran back home, my heart racing and a million questions planted in my head. I got back home went upstairs and slammed the door locked ans shut.

Oh God, oh God, oh God! I couldn't even process what i was doing back there...but as i was there...I felt the world slow down around us...I've been having this wierd feeling ever since I met her...but I couldn't recognize it at first...

A few minutes later...(again...I'm too lazy to do this shit)

Narrator pov:

As time passed it was now midnight and Kaite...she was now in front of lily's doorstep and alongside wearing her pajamas, she nocked on the door and...the door creaked open and it was lily wearing her pajamas ready for the sleepover. Everything was almost setup when lily fell off the chair she was standing on luckily I was there to catch her on time. We stared at each other for quite a questionable amount of time. And after a few more seconds Kaite finally put down lily and let her stand up on her own. But before Kaite could even say a word she was immediately grabbed by the shirt by lily pulling her into a kiss, my eyes widen and I pulled away.

Lily:i-im sorry! It's just...I couldn't help it. Y-your just really attractive and I-I really like you,...I was planning on telling you back at the bakery, and that's why I was freaking out and now I did this you probably hate me now and-

She cuts her off by pulling her back another kiss. She was shocked at first, but then she melted into it, closing her eyes weaving their way Into her hair as hers moves to my waist and out lips moved in sync.

When Kaite pulled away, we were both now staring at each other.

Kaite: I like you to...

Lily opens her eyes to see staring into hers, a soft smile on Kaites face. She smiled back

Lily: im glad you do, or else this would ended up completely awkward

She starts to laugh and she joined her soon to

Kaite: of course there's always a joke when we're having a moment

She says between laughs

Lily:haha!

Kaite:so uhh...Does this make me you girlfriend?

Lily:yes plea- I mean, yeah sure

She tries to correct herself, but the smile on her face is evident that I've wanted this for forever

Kaite: well, I guess that settles it, I, Kaite, am now officially lily's girlfriend.

She giggles a bit and pres a kiss on her forehead

Lily: your a dork

Kaite: yes but now I'm your dork

She points out and I feel butterflies in my stomach

Lily: my dork

The spent the rest of the night at lily's house, watching movies and playing games, then talking. Doing what people normally do in sleepovers, just this time lily's allowed to kiss her to distract sher from the game, so can win. Now Kaites finally happy that she met her at the park(after they broke up with Steve) because now shes dating the love of her life and she's finally happy and comfortable with herself.....

...

??? Pov:

'Well...isn't it that nice...it would be a shame if I did something to ruin this particular moment'

End of chapter 17...

First chapter/previous/next

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YALL THOUGH THIS AU WAS DEAD? HELL NO

THIS TOOK WAYYYYY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED. Anyways hope you enjoyed these 2 lesbians having a moment with each other now also @wendycandycute enjoy this ship :3...@caldraws where the fuck is Arnetta and Cosmic Princess

#my shit #my brain go brrrrrrrrr #checkpoint:stm #endking!steve au #my au #steve the adventurer #steve checkpoint #lily #Kaite #Kaite x lily #checkpoint ships #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Hallowicked

Taglist: @fuckmeupeds @onehotgreasymechanic @resident-gay-bitch @jademunson @the-kaity-kait @vintageflow @anaisweird @crithitprincess @mandyjo8719 @loveofmoonandthunder @eddiesprincess86 @xcatnapsx @e0509 @benztripp @sherrylyn628 TW: Blood, bloodplay, fangs, vampires in general A/N: Happy Halloween!! I've never written a vampire fic before so take it easy on me. This is me asking for forgiveness over tanking on Kinktober haha. My Masterlist

The wind howled outside of your bedroom window, the frames rattling on their hinges. You shivered slightly from the draft that came in through the cracks, fingers curling around the edge of your blanket. The moon cascaded in through the window that was being berated from the tapping tree limbs that swayed in the wind. All Hallows Eve wasn’t necessarily your favorite night of the year – Hawkins got creepier than usual. Parties weren’t your thing on nights like tonight – you’d save the celebrating for tomorrow night.

You clenched your eyes tighter, trying to will yourself back to sleep. You turned to face the big window and you felt every hair stand up on your arms at what you seen. Perched on the tree limb, just above your window, you swore you could see the outline of a human standing there. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat up just a bit further, squinting in the dark depth of the outside.

“I know you see me,” the voice was muffled but you could hear exactly what was said and you instantly knew who said it.

“Eddie?” You scrambled closer to the window, body moving before your mind could catch up, “What? What are you doing here?”

There was no way this was possible – Eddie Munson had been declared dead after the earth quake in spring break. There was no body, but after months of searching for him – most searching to be able to condemn him to prison, but you done it to have an ending to what was the greatest love of your life. There was absolutely no fucking way he was real.

“Yeah, princess, it’s me.” He said with a small smirk, “Miss me?”

“What-“ You stared at him in disbelief as he perched on the limb, “How is this…how are you here?”

“Lotta questions,” Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know any of the answers to them.”

“Eddie-“

“It’s cold out here, baby.” Eddie said, shivering slightly as the wind blew harder.

“Come in,” you said as you pushed the window open a bit further.

You stepped aside and let him in, taking a second to breathe the cool air in that whooshed around him. Your nerves were shot as you watched him effortlessly shimmy to the end of the thick branch, not an ounce of clumsiness like there used to be in him. He slid his legs in first and then let the rest of himself inside of the window, his long hair curtaining and darkening his face.

You went to turn the bedside lamp on and he barked out a “Don’t!”

You turned to look at him in the darkened room, confusion etching your face, “I can’t turn the light on?”

“No,” he shook his head, “Then you’ll see the real me. I don’t look the same…got into a bit of trouble these past few months. Nearly died, ya know? Got a second chance and I don’t want to fuck it up by letting you see me.”

“Eddie, I want to see you-“

“I said no!” He nearly shouted, voice loud and deep as he glared at you through the darkness.

“Okay,” you swallowed harshly, “Okay, I won’t. I’ll keep the light off.”

“Thank you,” he said as he swallowed thickly. He walked closer to you, stepping into the moonlight so that only his body was illuminated.

The tattoos were still there, his Hellfire shirt tattered and torn, ripped black jeans even holier than they were the last time you seen him. His skin was pale and there were a few different cuts that seemed to be scarred over now. Old wounds. Months old wounds.

“I’m hungry,” he said, voice a bit raspier than normal, “Thirsty, even.”

“I can fix you something,” you nodded as you went to walk to the bedroom door, “I’m sure you are-“

Instantly, he was at the door, slamming it shut, impossibly fast. The slam echoed throughout the house, and you were thankful in that moment that you were home alone. You didn’t want to answer for the loud noise so late at night.

“Ed-“

“I want you,” he rasped as he gripped your arm.

His hand was icy and you felt your body shudder at the touch. He was freezing cold as you wrapped your arm around his that was gripping you so tightly it hurt.

“You’re hurting me,” you said as calmly as you could be, “Let me go, please.”

“Forgive me, baby.” He whispered before he jerked you entirely into him.

Icy hands trailed over your arms, moving up to your neck, your heartbeat pounding against his fingertips. He felt the hunger pain pang deeper in his stomach, nearly driving him insane. His nose ghosted over the bulging vein that was screaming a sweet silent call only to him. He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to your pulse point, his nose nudging your jaw as both of you shuddered from the contact.

You whimpered slightly in his grasp, fingers clutching what was left of his tattered shirt. Everything on him was cold. The chest you had spent so many days resting your head on, warm and soft, was now cold and hard. As you placed your hand on his chest, there was no heartbeat. The rhythmic thump thump thump that used to calm your fears was silent. There was nothing except cold, stiff skin. This didn’t seem right…this couldn’t be right. “Eddie,” you whispered, dropping your hand from his chest as you looked up at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly as his hands went for your night gown and pulled it up over your head, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties in front of him.

Warm body met cold as his arms wrapped around you, pulling him even closer to him as his fingernails dug into the fleshy part of your thigh, hiking it up over his hip as he ground himself into your crotch. His lips found yours as you kissed him for the first time in months and you realized he didn’t taste the same. Your thoughts were thwarted away as you felt his hand slip down the front of your panties, cold fingers causing a shiver to run through your body as he thrust them in and out of you slowly.

“Ed-eddie,” you panted as you felt his teeth graze over your neck, “Please.”

His fingers dug even deeper inside of you, causing you to stutter and rock your hips against his hand. His mouth trailed down to your breasts, teeth scraping as he moved. A loud yelp left your mouth as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, piercing the flesh easily.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” You panted as you leaned back from him even further, pulling him into the glow of the moon and you saw the blood around his mouth, dripping from two large fangs that poked out of his lips.

You made a dash for your bedside table, turning your lamp on as quick as you possibly could. You gasped at the sight of him. Pale skin even more pale than before, blue veins poked through the tattered shirt. But his eyes were what took you back. The once warm brown endless iris was now gone and replaced with black – no white, no brown…just black. Everything made sense in the way that it didn’t make sense. This wasn’t real –monsters didn’t exist. They were just some figments of your imagination, a spooky story that was told late night at sleep overs. Stories that didn’t exist.

And yet, as Eddie stood in front of you, cold, breathless, and pale…nothing else made sense.

His eyes locked onto yours and neither of you moved for a second, just staring, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you stared up at him in disbelief.

“What are you?” You asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he bit back the disgust for himself in his own voice. He lowered his head like a child being shamed for misbehaving. “I just know…I’ve craved you for months now. I can’t stop myself anymore.”

He looked back up at you and your eyes locked on his, taking him in. His word had double meanings and you seemed to understand both as you pulled him over to the bed. Your fingers threaded through his hair, lips moving against his hungrily as he pushed you down onto the bed.

He pulled your panties down, tossing them to the side as he stared down at your glistening cunt. He wanted to bury his face in you, feeling your legs lock around his head, be smothered in everything that was you, but no matter how hard he ignored it, all he could hear was the blood pulsing through your veins.

You sat up just a bit, leaning on your elbows to see just what he was doing – why he had stopped touching you. He was staring at the spot where your inner thigh met your groin, eyes dark with lust and hunger.

“Do it,” you breathed out, breaking his trance, “It’s okay.”

You heard the two clicks again, a shudder running through your body as you seen the fangs come into view.

“Y/N,” Eddie’s voice was a warning. He shook his head and broke contact with the spot, his tongue gliding through your folds. His mouth latched around your clit, his tongue flicking around the hardened nub as you rocked your hips up against his face. Your soft moans filled the quiet room along with the obscene sounds of him slurping on your pussy, fingers gripping his hair so tightly that it hurt. Just as you were getting close, you felt him pull his mouth away from you.

He tried to fight it – he told himself he wasn’t here to hurt you, but the scent of your arousal and the rhythmic wooshing of your blood coursing through the vein that was right against his ear was enough to cause him to tip over the point of no return.

You yelped as you felt his fangs pierce your skin, a moan escaping his mouth as he tasted what he wanted the most from you. He pressed his mouth harder against your thigh, crazed black eyes staring up at you as he drank. He was wild and fiery, eyes locking with yours,

In a sick way, it was a heady feeling knowing you had what he needed the most in the moment. What he couldn’t stop himself from craving. He was desperate for you. You looked down at him, a soft moan escaping your mouth as you felt his fingers begin to rub small circles over your clit again. Even in this state, he was still mindful of your pleasure. He truly didn't want to hurt you.

He forced himself to pull away, a strong hand pressing down over the puncture wounds to slow the bleeding. You watched, a bit dizzy headed, as he brought his blood covered fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, leaving his ring finger for you as he leaned forward and popped it into your mouth. Your eyes locked on his as you sucked his finger clean, the metallic taste filling your mouth.

“See how good you fuckin’ taste?” He panted as he watched your lips, “I can’t get enough of you, Y/N.”

You reached down, fingers fumbling with his belt and his jeans as he kissed you. When you had them unbuckled, he was shoving his jeans down and flipping you over to your stomach so quick it left you confused for a minute. His hands gripped your hips and pulled you backwards and you braced yourself to feel him slide inside of you for the first time in months.

A loud moan escaped his mouth as he thrust back into you, and you looked back just in time to see huge leathery wings woosh out from behind him. His mouth hung open, his fangs seeming to gleam in the dimly lit room. His thrusts were powerful, deep, lurching you forward each time he moved. His moans were husky, fingers digging cuts into your hips as he pulled you back to meet each movement he made.

“Fuck,” he panted, watching as you clawed at the bedsheets, your head turned to the side to watch him as he fucked you into the mattress.

“Eddie,” you panted, a shudder running through your veins at the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

You felt his hand slide up the inside of your bloody thigh, fingers coating in the red sticky mixture, before he brought them to your clit and drew quick, rough circles.

Your head hung against the mattress as his fingers circled your clit, but he had other ideas. His fingers threaded through your hair, snapping your head back as he pulled you back against him. Just as you were tipping over the edge of your orgasm, his teeth pierced into your neck, sinking in the most tender area. You couldn’t help the scream, or just how hard you came, clenching and squeezing around his cock.

Two strong arms supported you as you swayed, feeling light headed and dizzy, his cock still buried deep inside of you. You could see him in the mirror across from your bed. One hand moved up to the top of your head, opening your neck for him, while the other held you up under your bust, keeping you still as he swallowed hungrily, his eyes catching yours in the mirror. A few deep thrusts and his hips stilled, his grunts and moans muffled by your skin.

He let you go, letting you fall forward slowly with the support of his arm. You looked at him in the reflection. Your blood dripped down his neck and chest, staining his pale skin, his hair was a mess, and the wings that had protruded from his back were still flared.

He was ethereal – beautiful and terrifying all in the same way.

Your little freak was back…finally.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Kinktober #thefreakymunson

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littleladymab · 3 months

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FebruarOC - Ghoti

Hello and shout outs to the 🦀🎮 crew this one is for you! Happy "Wednesday that Feels like a Thursday". So it's like honorary Thedas Thursday post tbh

Ghoti (pronounced "Fish") Lavellan is our Inquisitor for Thedas Thursday, continuing our tradition of silly names for our main characters. Our Warden was Kviiilynn Cousland (an extra 'n' for an extra special boy) with his dog Fonzie Scheme, and our Champion was Abcde Hawke with her dog Zzyzx.

Ghoti is our mage, specializing in Knight-Enchanter because who doesn't ALSO want a sword (aka I'm real bad about staying out of melee even when playing a mage). She's very extremely AGAINST being called the Herald of Andraste because hello she's an elf??? stop making her into something palatable for humans?

Cara and I have decided to make all our Lavellan inquisitors be cousins, so her Lokir (tempest rogue) and my Kaspar (assassin rogue) are there too! In our hearts, of course, and whatever fic I end up writing. They traveled with Ghoti to the conclave as her back-up and now well, that sure didn't go well for her. I haven't started the Lavellan clan quest yet, but as it went tits up for Lokir and Kaspar, i'm going to have to keep the same outcome, y'know?

Ghoti has been very fun to play; she's a lot more aggressive than my first Inquisitor (and Kaspar, who was just sass incarnate). A lot of "get your head out of your ass we have shit to do". While there are a lot of choices I'm making that are similar to my other two playthroughs there's some things that I, as Mab, am unable to commit to. Like both full playthroughs have been siding with the mages and sparing the Gray Wardens (though in Kaspar's I did leave that random Warden you get in lieu of Alistair (when you make Alistair king) in the fade). I started a Playthrough on my PC previously of a female Trevelyan that I was playing as a paladin which meant doing Templar vibes and suffice to say I didn't get far. Siding with the Templars was, WILD.

We were originally going to romance Cullen which was my basic-bitch ass choice, because of who I am as a person. But when I was asking the chat for prompts to write for the drabble both Kaite and Dianne were like "UMMMM JOSEPHINE PLEASE?" and so I went "WELL YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT LOCKED INTO A ROMANCE YET, HOW ABOUT WE PIVOT" so we might try and see if we can romance Josephine. (So like, keep an eye out on OC x Canon week in March hehe)

This is the art that I commissioned from Jack, from left to right Ghoti, Lokir, and Kaspar!

You can find the drabble I wrote of her (and Josie hehe) for free over on patreon!

#dragon age oc #februaroc #wait does this count as a lil miss original or a lil miss fic #eh it's oc month so #a lil miss original #lil miss writings

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animefancloud · 2 months

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Hi my name is kait

I'm a girl

My fandoms are

TOH

FPE

helluva boss

Hazbin hotel

Art infection (if it turns into one)

And that's it!

Btw shout out to sillyystar she is my idol :)

#artwork #fpe art #fpe oc #fundemental paper education #pinned post #new pinned

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marshmallowprotection · 9 months

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Hi ho Kait! ✨

If it's not too late for the writer ask game, maybe 23, 26, 36, 54, 59? (You pick as little or as many you want to answer! ^^)

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Do it every day.

Write something every day.

It is a skill just like drawing, and artists will give you the same advice. You need to use your skills to grow your skills. Do not think for a second that other creators had that skill inherently. Some people may take to creative things faster but we all have to practice to be able to get to where we want to be. My style today is not my style from years ago but that is because I spend so much time writing all day, every day.

Don't cringe when you write. Keep going. You will learn how to adjust with time as you take your time to process how to capture thoughts and emotions on paper.

26. How do you write kissing scenes?

Honestly? You just have to get a feel for it. You don't have to know how to kiss to write that scene but you should try to watch more scenes in different media with kisses to better learn how they look and what the vibe is. It also helps to read how it's done in other stories. I tend to think and focus on how they feel as opposed to describing the kiss itself. I'll sprinkle in a few sentences about the act but spend my time focused on their feelings. To me, the kiss itself is not the focal point! It is the feelings!

36. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

The part when I'm finished.

Actually, the real answer is the part when I post a story and I get screaming feedback or tears not long after that. I live for someone not even getting four sentences in and just hitting my inbox with

"How dare you!"

54. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

For me emotionally, or for my readers? That's a hard question.

I feel like Iris was a wild story because I wanted to write it for years and when I finally did, I was ready to create what I wanted. Saeran and his former assistant have to learn how to adapt and survive this painful world until they see each other again. That story had a lot of twists and turns I doubt most of the readers expected. I might follow a story pattern best for beat sometimes if you know my stories, but I know none of you expected Rika to do what she did.

Now, reader wise? I know it's Gardenia et tu Polaris. That story had and still people shout at me because they're straining to find out how Saeran and Luciel lost each other, why Polaris and Luciel can't touch, why Gardenia is such an important person, and truly, whatever is happening with Rika as the Devil. :)

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Yes. But, I would not tell people unless I fully trusted them. Like, my family? Nope. They do not get to know for valid reasons and it'll stay that way. But, friends? Maybe. It truly hinges on the vibe. If this is a person I know who is in fandoms, then yeah. If not, no. I do not like judging eyes so if I can't trust someone they will not know I spend my time writing about kissing Saeran.

#mod kait #ask #ask game #not mm #casswho

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gaytedlasso · 2 years

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Shout out to Kait @professorbradshaw for being the funniest person on this website

#scrolling through pilotnoah and losing my shit #mutuals tag 💛#rwylm

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eliaswoodt · 2 years

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Death Row

(Death Row)

(Death, mild gore/mentions of gore)

Oh god he really hates her.

“Hello~! Sorry to be tardy to the party—would you take my coat please?“ She gives the black article of clothing to one of the hooded people that stuffed themselves in the dark basement. A bunch of cultists…what the fuck is his life? “Oh, thank you doll—” One of them hands her a bottle of something (wine he assumes) and a red glass, “—and thank you again.”

She looks down and that turn of the lip widens as she looks at the man chained to the ground. Lexx opens her mouth but Sean interrupts whatever the British woman was about to say, “What are you doing here..?” He says faintly with a little rasp. He hadn’t talked much when any of them tried chatting with him. Not even Lee, who he used to be close to. Close to, and look at what he did to Lee, to his poor hand. He can feel the anger claw at his throat, heavy and burning. He wanted to hand him over to authorities, let them handle a crazy man like that, but Lee wanted to keep him there. Maybe if he was away from that monster long enough he’d break away from those delusions, he had said with a distrusting and hopeful expression. Kait was willing to do the same.

“—doin’ the electric slide, calm down.” He tunes back in the very moment her hand touches his shoulder. “Mo, can I call you Mo?” He shakes her hand off, hating the way it feels. He can feel the imprint of her hand wiggle its way under his skin even after she’s pulled away, a feeling he can’t shake and he feels that anger claw and scratch at his throat once again but he swallows it because he knows it won’t do anything.

He still spits in her face.

She makes a displeased noise.

Good, he thinks pettily.

“Well that’s rude.” Her eyes widened a little. She pinched his chin. “Oh! Love the beard!” The seemingly forever amused smile winds its way over her face once more, and his glare hardens. He never thought someone could sound so annoying. He remembers when he first met her, back then his patience didn’t wane from her saying one. single. sentence. He never knew before hell that hate could be so strong.

She suddenly turns back to Mo and pulls his black beanie over his head. A loud boop sound causes him to flinch and Mo thinks the laugh he heard meant she noticed. “Take him over there, please love!” He struggles far more than he had during this whole ordeal. He wasn’t all too familiar with the basement, he tried not to go down here much even before Sean unwillingly made his home on the concrete.

“Thanks handsome~” Mo focuses on struggling against the guy that had jumped him while he was watching TV. The guy was strong and when Mo gets out of this his wrists are definitely getting bruises, if the way the man’s grip is anything to go by.

He aims a kick to the shins but before it makes contact he gets shoved forward, and he gets kneed in the back leg instead. “Fuck you.” he spits. The man chuckles.

Oh god, his hands are starting to feel numb.

“So, I may be a sociopath and a murderer and you know, great.” It seems she’s as delusional as Sean is. If Lee was here he’d roll his eyes. “But! I do have a set of principles, and unfortunately today I’m going to have to break two of those principles.” She doesn’t sound even the slightest saddened by that. If anything, she seems apathetically disappointed. Okay, his hands really are starting to feel numb, this cannot be good. “—Because what’s really the point? I mean it leaves so much room for error. Or, you know, terrible puns, and rescue. But…at the end of the day, who’s really going to come rescue you? I mean, the only two people who know you’re down here have a combination of 19 fingers and are off doing Scooby Doo shit!” If he knew she and the Family were going to have a last chat with this bastard he would’ve tried harder to convince Lee.

He struggles some more, managing to elbow the guy in his side and the aforementioned guy retaliates by kicking him in the back. “Ow! Fuck!” He couldn’t help but shout.

She doesn’t stop talking but it seems she speeds up ever so slightly.

“Look at those loyal faces over there,” She said. “Such gorgeous women. Loyal! Well, they once were loyal to you. Maybe they aren’t anymore because I don’t treat them like henchmen.” He remembers the Dead Weight video, and the way he acted there was nothing like Lee had once described Sean to be and the few times he had met the guy. “Because they’re my elite.”

He’s tied up now, and that fire inside, that burning wick is getting all too close to the wax of the candle, about to be smothered out. He doesn’t know what else to do as the man steps on him, pushing him further into the ground and he’s never felt so helpless. So humiliated. Well actually that’s a lie he thinks as his treacherous mind shows him glimpses of forest and the starry sky, of being surrounded by cloaked people and Lee…fucking Lee shoving a book in his hands telling him to run. And that he’d follow. A promise of which he broke of course because life hates them and Lee does stupid shit.

“But!” He startles. “Unfortunately,” and this time she does sound saddened by the news. “I got a call from a higher up. And unlike you, I really am loyal. And the Speaker—“ she says the name with utmost importance of which makes him want to spew the leftover pizza he ate earlier. “—a word with you.” His heart was unsteady since he was manhandled by the nameless guy that even now has a foot on his back, keeping him in place, but now…now as he realizes what she just said and what that really means his heart hammers. Banging against his rib cage, banging against his ears so loudly that he thinks the man above could hear it.

“I’M HIS CHOSEN!” He hears Sean scream.

Lexx giggles.

“You see, you WERE the chosen. See? You don’t need to scream. I’m right here. But, you were the chosen.” She sighs, “Now you’re sad, broken—you know what, you put it so beautifully once. Oh what was it? Ah, yes. You. Are. Dead. Weight.” His thoughts become muddled. Thoughts containing feeble hope, a hope that Lee comes and saves his ass, a hope that Kaitlyn comes saves his ass, a hope that for whatever reason the Speaker doesn’t come and kill his ass. And then the regret comes to grace his panicked heart and ringing ears, the regret of not kicking Lexx when he had the chance, the regret of not coming with Lee to meet the elusive Linnie, the regret of not saying goodbye when he left, still upset that Lee was doing this by himself.

Selfish…

“Markmoo!” She yells and he doesn’t reply but the guy above does. “Here.”

He can hear the thing’s whispers, but they sound like rumbles and growls to his un-special ears.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted~” Her wretched laugh follows up, and upward as she steps up the stairs, creaks follow her until she’s well and truly gone. And the man leaves as well, more and more footsteps follow inline up, and upward on the staircase that leads out of the horrible basement until he and Sean are left by themselves. It’s quiet for a few breaths, nobody having the guts to say anything, anything at all. And then the bumps, and the thumps of something being much too wide for the staircase ring out. The scratches of claws scraping concrete floor and growls of something animal follow. And despite all this noise the steps of the beast are careful and calculated as it circles around Sean if his pleading is anything to go by. The way it clearly takes its time as it rips Sean apart says it is not an average animal by far.

And then Sean goes quiet.

And the thing goes quiet too.

The noiseless noise buzzes and fizzes in his ears, he could hear his heart ever so clearly as it beats loudly and rapidly in anticipation. He still doesn’t unblindfold himself, even though he could. He could ever so easily lift up his beanie by moving his head up and down until it slid right off and he would be able to see. At least a little bit in the dark. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because he can’t move. He can’t move because he’s afraid. And he has never felt more like puking from the smell of something alone. The smell of guts and gore, the iron that fills the air, it’s a smell he would’ve liked to never know.

So as the thing that has tortured Lee, tortured himself, Sean, and many more stalkes towards him he instead imagines something else. Someone else, he imagines Lee’s face…and he says sorry.

He says sorry, as that monster rips him apart.

He says sorry, as he instinctively screams for help as that thing claws at him and screams at him.

He says I am so sorry Lee, as his consciousness dims and that candle lit fire goes out.

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sen-no-kotowari · 2 years

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Kaida Haru Original Song: UNSEEN TREASURES Lyrics Translation

In celebration of Kaida Haru's latest mini album, I went ahead and made a translyrics of one of the tracks in the mini album, "UNSEEN TREASURES." Like in his first original song, I also fell in love with the song both in terms of its lyrics and its overall vibe, so I decided to give it a whirl and make my own translation rendition. You can watch the MV of the song in the link here. For those who want to check out his first original song, you can check my post here. As always, translation is under the cut q(≧▽≦q)

Song Title: UNSEEN TREASURES Sung by: Kaida Haru Lyrics: Kaida Haru Arrangement: PHYZ, Okamura Daisuke Composition: Kaida Haru, PHYZ

靴ひもを強く締めて　明日も見えない冒険へあの頃に戻れなくても地図は固く握って離さない

Kutsuhimo wo tsuyoku shimete asu mo mienai bouken he Ano koro ni modoranakute mo chizu ha kataku nigitte hanasanai

I snuggly pulled the laces of my shoes, embarking on a capricious journey Although we cannot return to those days, I held on to this map and never let go of it

ふらり　ふらついて魔法の杖折れたとしても限界も超えて笑って走るんだ君のもとへ届くまで

Furari furatsuite mahou no tsue oreta toshite mo Genkai mo koete waratte hashirunda Kimi no moto he todoku made

Even if I drift aimlessly, even if my magic wand breaks to pieces, I'll surpass this limit and come running with a smile Until I can reach you and be by your side

君のもとへ届くまで世界の果てへ届くまで Hello! Hello! 終わりのない歌を綴ろう溢れだした熱情がツバサになって風に乗る Hello! Hello! 目的地は？どこを目指そう？

Kimi no moto he todoku made Sekai no hate he todoku made Hello! Hello! Owari no nai uta wo tsudzurou Afuredashita netsujou ga TSUBASA ni natte kaze ni noru Hello! Hello! Mokutekichi ha? Doko wo mezasou?

Until I can reach you and be by your side Until we can reach the end of this world Hello! Hello！ I'll go write a great song that stretches far and wide This overflowing passion within me will be my wings and I'll ride with the wind Hello! Hello！ What's our destination, where do we head next?

あの日の夢を追い越し　どこまででも行くよ（行こう）嵐が待ち受けていても　僕なら大丈夫

Ano hi no yume wo oikoshi Doko made demo iku yo (Ikou) Arashi ga machiuketeite mo boku nara daijoubu

Let's go outshine our dreams that day, we can go anywhere we want (let's go) Even when there is a storm that lies ahead, I know that it'd be okay

いくつもの景色が過ぎて　僕の冒険は続く　君を探して暗い影が惑わしても　胸のコンパスが指す方へ

Ikutsumo no keshiki ga sugite boku no bouken ha tsudzuku Kimi wo sagashite Kurai kage ga madowashite mo mune no KONPASU ga sasu hou he

Passing through the countless sceneries, my journey still goes on as I search for you among these perplexities Though this darkness lingers like a ghost in the night, the compass in my heart guides each step of the way

ひとり　うつむいた　幼い自分を思い出してまだまだいける　もっと叫ぶんだ　Ah

Hitori utsumuita osanai jibun wo omoidashite Mada mada ikeru Motto sakebunda Ah

On my own, I hung my head as I think back to the time when I was a small kid I can still keep going, I will keep on shouting Ah

君のもとへ届くまで世界の果てへ届くまで Hello! Hello! 誰も寂しくならないように零れ出した切情が泡のように波に乗る Hello! Hello! 目的地は？どこを目指そう？

Kimi no moto he todoku made Sekai no hate he todoku made Hello! Hello! Daremo samishiku naranai you ni Koboredashita setsujou ga Awa no you ni nami ni noru Hello! Hello! Mokutekichi ha? Doko wo mezasou?

Until my voice reaches your ears Until my voice reaches the end of this world Hello! Hello! I hope nobody will ever feel like they're alone This brimming sincerity inside my heart will ebb and flow much like the waves at sea Hello! Hello! What's our destination, where do we head next?

あぁ　迷い道　不安が押し寄せて来てもべそかいて汗かいて　意地張って胸張って　進め

Aa Mayoi michi Fuan ga oshiyosete kite mo Beso kaite Ase kaite Iji hatte Mune hatte Susume

Ahh, I am all lost—though this worry looms overwhelmingly Shed a tear, work a sweat, hang in there, stand up tall, move forward

誰かのもと届くまで世界の果てへ届くまで Hello! Hello! 君と一緒に歌っていこう溢れだした感情がツバサになって空を舞う Hello! Hello! 先のその先目指してみよう

Dareka no moto todoku made Sekai no hate he todoku made Hello! Hello! Kimi to issho ni utatte ikou Afuredashita kanjou ga TSUBASA ni natte sora wo mau Hello! Hello! Saki no sono saki mezashite miyou

Until it reaches someone's heart Until it reaches the end of this world Hello! Hello! I will go sing this song together with you This overflowing emotion within me will be my wings and I'll soar high in the sky Hello! Hello! Let's head for beyond and what lies above and beyond

あの日の夢を追い越し　どこまででも行くよ（待ってる）嵐が待ち受けていても　僕なら大丈夫僕らは大丈夫

Ano hi no yume wo oikoshi Doko made demo iku yo (Matteru) Arashi ga machiuketeite mo boku nara daijoubu Bokura ha daijoubu

Let's go outshine our dreams that day, we can go anywhere we want (Wait for you) Even when there is a storm that lies ahead, I know that it'd be okay We would fare just fine

#kaida haru #nijisanji

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