#the snakes needed structure and he knew it

[sneverussape]

the rumors were the potions master was the toughest house master.

the rumors were all true, but slytherin house had also never fared better.

#snape is a tough but fair head of house #this is an hc i will never tire of #the snakes needed structure and he knew it #he also knew they needed a solid dependable and trustworthy adult around #slytherin had a curfew but it was not something the other houses knew about #along with other rules they had to live by if they didn’t want to earn the ire of their head of house #my art #snape #hp #hc

[lanabuckybarnes]

Sergeant’s Got You

18+ Minors DNI

You’re stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

Note: I was asked for something like this, so it’s heavy on the love for his dog tags

Pairing: beefy Bucky (but he’s got that fatws attitude) x reader

Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (I’m a slut for it), you like Bucky’s dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, he’s rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.

Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*

You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a ‘you tried’ look on their face.

Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldn’t stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.

“You alright sweetness?” Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.

You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldn’t. It’s just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.

You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.

He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.

“You know you gotta use your words sweetheart” One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.

He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didn’t care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.

He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.

“You’re a little slut ain’t you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, you’re so lucky I don’t make you clean it up” he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.

He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.

He wasn’t stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.

“You want me to fuck you cute girl?” He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.

“Words Sweetheart, I need words” He knew it wouldn’t be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.

“Please” fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.

“Please what sweet thing?” he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.

“Please use me Sir” you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up it’s fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.

“Fuck! You’re making me go crazy” he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didn’t want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.

Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.

“What do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick… you want it bad don’t you?” You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.

“Yes, yes please. Use me” he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.

He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.

Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.

“With your mouth sweetness” his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.

Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.

His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.

“God” he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free “look at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?” His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.

You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.

“Fuck sweetheart, good girl” he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shorts— you didn’t doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floor— he’d have a field day making you clean it up.

“God you’re so good, ha— making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into you” You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.

“Shit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come on” He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of you’re soaked panties.

“Fuck girl, who’s got you like this hmm?” His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.

“Mmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby… bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?” He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lust— nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else saw— no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.

“Please Buck, just your cock I don’t care just please” you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didn’t want to cum without him filling you out.

He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying already— he’d barely fucking touched you— he couldn’t wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.

He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Bucky’s muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.

His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Bucky’s fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.

“Mmm so sweet, if I wasn’t so fucking horny I’d make you cum all over my face… make you soak my mouth, shit” he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, he’d done it before.

His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.

“you ready sweet thing?” He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.

You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.

Bucky wasn’t much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.

“Ohh good girl, that’s it mmmm shit you’re fucking clenching me tight baby” Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.

“I’m so-“ you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.

“Don’t you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ain’t you? I fucking love you” His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.

“Can I move baby?” He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.

He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight you’d squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.

He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.

“Shit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut aren’t you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe I’ll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when you’re riding me, let them fucking swing between those tits— god you’d love that” Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Bucky’s dick and thighs— probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.

With one final thrust Bucky’s moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.

“You were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking good” he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.

He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldn’t tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Bucky’s dismay.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.

“Oh my god” you whispered in disbelief against his head.

“What?” He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.

“The sheets are ruined, I can’t believe I did that” you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.

“It makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no one” he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.

His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.

You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each other’s presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.

“What? what’s got you all giggly?” he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.

“Nothing… just… were you being serious?”

“About what sweetheart?” He eyes you curiously.

“About letting me wear your dog tags” you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.

“We’ll discuss it later” he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.

Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Bucky’s embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.

-

So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.

I’m a little nervous to post this one idk why.

I hope you enjoyed x

(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)

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[squoxle]

˚₊‧꒰ა All Good Girls Burn In Hell ♡ S.Eunseok ff ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

💠pairing: Eunseok x Reader!afab | 💠wc: 7.1k | 💠cw: profanity, religious themes, drug use, abuse, coercion, protected and unprotected sex | 💠plot: Your tired of being mommy’s little girl so you sneak out to a college party with the Devil’s Advocate…

With the pressure of being the perfect daughter weighing on your shoulders, the last thing you needed right now was a boy. Especially not when that boy was Song Eunseok He was everything you weren’t and the complete opposite of what your parents believed in. Rule Breaker. Trouble Maker. Bad Boy.

His beauty... charmed you like a snake, entrapping you in his comforting grasp before crushing the life out of you.

His words... were like the devil’s music, enchanting you with his lovely tune as he led you down a path of darkness.

And his eyes... God his eyes were the most delicate yet aggressive feature of his face. Boldly standing out with a gentle aura surrounding them.

He was the perfect temptation. Sent by Satan himself to draw you away from purity and righteousness.

And you were the perfect target. You were weak and he could tell, which is what made corrupting you that much easier.

Your home life was just about as chaotic as you'd expect an extremely religious family to be.

“Honor thy father and thy mother, for this is the first commandment with promise,” she would say this whenever you did anything remotely ‘disrespectful’ in her eyes. “Don’t you want to live a long and happy life?”

Sometimes her words felt like vain repetition or taunts echoing through your head, as her method of reprimanding you often came in the form of lectures.

The neurotic controlling nature of your mother could only be tamed by one thing—aside from the public eye—and that one thing was…your father.

Unfortunately he was no longer around and your mother often blamed you for his absence.

Your mother taught you that a wife should submit to her husband for he is the head of the family and you--as his wife--are to be his helpmate.

Though that sounds fair, for the most part, Mom had a much harsher way of embedding what she believed into the lives of her children. Especially her daughters.

After your rebellious older sister ran off 4 years ago with her motorcycle-riding girlfriend, all hell broke loose at home. You had now been promoted to the oldest of the siblings and were therefore subject to physical pain on top of everything else. It felt like you permanently resided within the confines of a chapel, which often felt more like a prison than a home.

You’d had enough of this torture. You needed a break away from the unreasonably structured environment. Just for once, you wanted to feel like you were the one pulling the strings.

Never did you expect to hand your strings over to a new puppet master.

To keep things brief, you'd met Eunseok through your best friend Faith. Ironically, she was a girl you met at Sunday school in 9th grade who definitely wasn’t the perfect little angel people thought she was.

One time her dad almost caught her smoking outside. The way she launched that bud halfway across the street before sticking a sucker in her mouth was insane. Another time you could remember her telling you the story of how she snuck a boy into her room to have sex while her parents were sleeping…well the boy was her boyfriend, but still.

She had a wild side that you found alluring. Which made you wonder if you had a one too, well one apart from the scenarios you enacted in your imagination.

As a freshman in college, you were ready to try to relax a little.

"Or maybe not," you thought to yourself as you woke up to the sound of religious music playing from the kitchen. Your mother did this nearly every morning at the exact same time, almost like clockwork.

You could smell the coffee brewing, coupled with the scent of bread toasting. You knew you could only roll around in bed for a few more minutes before it was time to get up. Not only did you still have a bedtime, but you also had a specific time to wake up. No later than 8 o'clock were you expected to be out of your pajamas and have your bed made.

"Nothing comes to a man in his sleep, but dreams," another saying your mother loved repeating.

You lived in a house with two younger twin brothers and shared a room with your big sister. Though, now that she was gone, dust bunnies were the only thing sleeping in her bed.

One thing you had to learn was to be the first one in the bathroom. Sometimes you'd get up earlier to avoid the chaotic morning bustle.

After getting dressed you grabbed an apple for breakfast and waited for your mom to drop you off for your first day of uni. Luckily, you and Faith were going to the same university, so that eliminated the anxiety that came with being completely alone on a huge campus for the next four years of your life.

Unfortunately, loneliness, like most of your other personal problems, was none of your mother's concern. "Read and pray," she'd tell you. "The Lord will comfort you."

As this was your first semester in college, you decided to knock out a good chunk of your core classes, English, Math, History, and Politics.

After 3 hours that felt more like a lifetime, your first lecture had finally ended. By now hungry didn't compare to what you were experiencing right now. Unfortunately, you forgot to bring your wallet which meant that water would have to fill you up for now.

“I can already tell this semester is going suck ass. And the next 16 weeks of my life or going to be a nightmare from hell,” Faith sighed as she dropped her backpack on the ground beside her.

You had met up with her outside at one of the round red tables that were scattered across the open green field.

"Oh, come on you can’t say that. It’s only the first day, give it about a week or so, and then see if you still feel the same way," you said trying to encourage her to look on the bright side.

"No, you don’t get it. This guy hates me, like literally hates me. You should've seen the way he looked at me," she sighed. "God, he was such a fucking scumbag."

"Who?"

"My stupid fucking sociology professor. He started nagging about some bullshit and I called him out for it," she rolled her eyes before pulling out a box of cigarettes. "Want one?"

"No, thanks," you held your hand up. "Wait this is a no-smoking zone," you said as Faith lit the end.

"Shit, my bad," she shrugged before picking up her bag and walking off. "You're coming, aren't you? You're not just gonna tell me I can't smoke here and expect me to go off by myself," she held the cigarette between her two fingers.

"No, sorry, I'm coming," you stuttered.

"You better."

You followed your blue-eyed friend to a brick wall that was high enough that when you sat on it your feet couldn't touch the ground.

"So I guess we found our secret place," Faith smiled. "A sweet escape from the terrors of uni and their stupid, boring bullshit," she puffed.

You and Faith often found little areas that you claimed as your own. This was just another spot to add to your map of many discrete destinations.

"Woah, what the hell was that?" Faith looked as your stomach growled uncomfortably loud.

"All I had was an apple this morning and I'm starving," you sighed before cracking open your water bottle to take a sip.

"Well, that water isn't gonna do shit for ya. Let's go grab you something to eat," she hopped off the wall before putting her cigarette out on a rock.

"I can't...I forgot my wallet at home and my mom is already on her way here," you sighed before joining her on the ground.

"So what? I have money. Besides, it's not like she's gonna kill you for grabbing something to eat," Faith slung her bag over her shoulder. "I'm kinda hungry myself."

You’d be lying if you said you didn't have a slight gut feeling that your mom would be upset about this. But maybe Faith was right. There's no way your mom would get mad at you for eating...right?

After splitting a sandwich you headed to the front of the school to find your mom parked in a handicap spot. You waved to Faith as you walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle.

"So, how was your first day of college?" your mom asked as you buckled your seatbelt.

"It was good," you nodded as your mom pulled down the sun visor to reapply her Cherry Blossom Bliss tinted lipgloss. "How was your day?" you asked as you placed your bag on the floor between your legs as you looked out of the window.

"Good," she said plainly as she closed the car mirror and closed her gloss before tucking it away in her clutch bag.

You drove around a bit in silence before you heard the sound of her coin-filled bag swinging through the air. Hitting you in the mouth. Strangely enough, you heard the soft jingle before you actually felt the pain.

"Don't ever keep me waiting like that again. When I come here to pick you up you need to be ready," your mother said as you turned to her in shock, covering your mouth that was now decorated with a sliver of blood that seeped through the crack of your lower lip.

"But, I--" Your attempt to explain yourself was cut off by the stinging pain from your head as your mother dug her nails into your scalp.

"Are you talking back? Don't talk back to me you fucking brat," she spat. At this point, you knew that saying or doing anything else was just going to trigger her to spiral so you wiped the tear from your eye, attempted to fix your hair, and sat back in silence until you made it home.

It was moments like this that you wanted someone to vent to. But what good would that do? Even if you told Faith about this nothing would change. This was your life and the only smart thing you could do was learn from your mistakes.

Don't be late.

Don't talk back.

The next couple of weeks were like the first minus getting attacked for being late. You went to class, you did your homework, and you hung out with Faith. Today, your class had ended early since it was almost spring break and you took this as an opportunity to spend more time with Faith before your mom came to pick you up.

But today was a day to mark on your calendar as the beginning of your ending...

“Hey, Faith,” you said shyly as you noticed the two boys that sat with her. One of them being none other than Eunseok.

She waved to you tapping a spot beside her for you to sit. “Hey girl, we were just talking about going to one of the fraternity houses this weekend for a little get-together,” she smiled mischievously. "What d'you say? Wanna join us for some life-changing fun?"

You knew that look, and nothing good ever came from that. You’d been invited to gatherings like this before and always declined. You never regretted your decision either, especially when she’d tell you about all of the horrible things that happened. Faith never saw the stories how you did, they all sounded like exciting retellings of the glorious moments you missed out on.

"No that's alright," you chuckled as she glared at you with her big blue puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeeeease," she whined, pouting her lips and squeezing your thigh.

"No, Faith," you giggled. "You're just gonna run off and leave me all by myself."

"I'll be there," Eunseok smirked. "In case she does abandon you," he sat on the opposite side of you placing his arm behind you.

"I-uhh," you stammered.

"Cool it big boy, she's not into that kind of stuff," Faith budded.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know she was gay," Eunseok said, slightly backing away.

"Oh no. I'm not gay," you spat.

"Okay then, lesbian? Bisexual?"

"No, I'm straight. I just don't like boys," you were doing an awful job at pleading your case and you could see Faith holding in her laughter as she watched the awkward interaction between you two.

"How the hell are you straight, but you don't like boys? That makes no fucking sense."

"No. Wait. I like boys, but I'm not allowed to date."

"Who said anything about dating," he chuckled. "Are you already trying to claim me?"

"I never said that. I mean. Ugh, nevermind," you sighed.

"Relax, I'm just joking. Faith already told me about preserving your purity."

"Yep, I sure did. So you don't have to worry about him trying to lead you astray," Faith smiled.

"Eh hmm," the other boy cleared his throat.

"Oh, right. I forgot. This is Theo. I met him a year ago at a party and we've been friends ever since," Faith said as the boy waved.

"You got me over here feeling like an outcast," he smirked.

"Well, she barely knows that goofball, Eunseok. I think this was the first conversation they ever had." Their conversation faded in the background as you dug deep into your mind only to realize that this was your first time actually speaking to Eunseok.

You were much younger when you first met and you've always been one to keep to yourself. Plus, your sister had just left and life at home wasn't so great. So there wasn't much to talk about.

"So, you're coming right?"

"Huh?"

"The party this weekend...you're coming right?" Faith asked again.

"I don't think so. Sorry," you replied.

"Hmm...well I'm not gonna force you. Maybe next time," she said patting your shoulder. "Oh shit," she sighed as you noticed your mom walking over to you.

"I've been waiting in the car for over an hour now and you're out here goofing off with boys?"

"Mom, it's not like that I was just--"

"I don't wanna hear it. Go get in the car. Right now. We're going home," your mom looked everything but happy right now. She must've known you got out early and had been waiting for you all this time. Scared didn't begin to describe what you were feeling right now.

To your surprise, the entire ride was silent. Even when you made it home, pure silence. You went upstairs to take a shower before going to your room to study.

As you were going through your drawers to pick out an outfit, a head-spinning blow knocked you to the ground. Your mother's angry face hovered over you as she raised her hand to hit you again.

"You attention-seeking slut," she sneered. "You're just like your whoring sister," she hummed before grabbing your hair and dragging you to the middle of your room.

"I didn't do anything! I swear," you whined. "We were just talking!"

"First you'll have boys kissing and touching all over you. And the next thing you know, you'll be with a girl too. You'll be confused and broken. Just like your sister," your mother's eyes pierced through your soul like fiery daggers as she continued to berate you.

"I wish you had been born a boy like your brothers. I'd rather have a house full of men than one filled with whores in training," her words lingered in the air as she walked over to your bedroom door. "Sometimes, I wish your sister would've taken you with her."

Every word you thought of saying was caught in your throat. You were being choked by an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and disparity. This was a common pattern whenever your mom would get violent.

Senseless slut shaming and misjudgment of your character coupled with the clawing sensation of her nails digging into your scalp was too much.

Dragging your hand across your face, you wiped the tears from your cheeks as you curled up into a ball on the floor. The sound of the ceiling fan clinking blended with the ticking of the clock that hung on your wall. You ended up falling asleep on the floor with your knees to your chest.

If not for the lamp on your desk, you'd be in complete darkness.

The next morning you woke up earlier than you normally would. This gave you a chance to shower before going to school.

The water ran down your body as you thought back to what happened last night. You turned your back to the pouring water but flinched as you were met with a stinging pain. You looked over your shoulder to see small scratches on your back--likely from being dragged across the carpet floor.

You searched under the bathroom cabinet for something to clean the wound with. Nothing but a bottle of toner stared back at you.

"Well there's alcohol in it," you mumbled to yourself as you poured the liquid on a cotton ball. You dabbed every spot within your reach before throwing your clothes on.

"You alright?" Eunseok asked. His voice caught you off guard as you drifted off into your thoughts. Faith had walked off for a smoke break with Theo, leaving you behind with the dark-eyed boy.

"Yeah," you smiled feignly.

His energy was different than it had been before. Maybe it was because he saw how your mom behaved when she saw you guys talking.

"You sure? Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like shit," he said tilting his head to meet your eyes.

"There's just a lot on my mind right now," you sighed.

"Wanna talk about it? I'm a pretty good listener."

"No, I'm okay. It's not like that'll do anything anyway," you sniffed. Crying was the one thing you'd never do in public. And you'd rather struggle on your own than bring other people into your personal business for no reason.

"Alright, fine. Well then how about we not talk about it together this weekend."

"I can't go to that party. My mom would kill me."

"Well, you look like you're halfway in the grave already. You could use a bit of excitement in your life."

"But I've never...I can't..."

"You're an adult. You can't let your mom dictate your life forever," you were quiet before he continued. "I'm sure you can just ask your dad, right?"

"Yeah, that would probably work if he was still around."

"Oh...sorry I didn't know."

"It's fine. He's not dead, but he might as well be. I'm sure my mom would be happier if he was."

"If you don't me asking...what happened anyway?"

"Well, basically he left us because my mom is literally insane. They would always fight. And one night he came into our bedroom and slid a note under our pillow," you thought back to the feeling of him placing a kiss on your forehead as you laid there pretending to be asleep. You watched as he wiped the tears from his face. To this day you regret not saying anything. Not doing anything.

"That was the last time you saw him?"

"Yeah..."

"You're going to that party," Eunseok whispered before placing his hand on top of yours.

"How?"

"I'll sneak you out on Saturday night," He said pulling out his phone. "What's your number?"

You looked down at your hands as you shamefully replied. "Even if I give you my phone number, my mom takes it at night time..."

"Damn. Well, I'll just give you my old phone. I barely use it now so I won't be looking for it," he said reaching into his bag. He pulled out the smaller black phone which was protected by a bulky plastic case. "It's a dinosaur, but it still works," he chuckled.

"Are you sure? What if I get caught?"

"Relax, you won't. You just have to keep it hidden until tomorrow night. After that, you're in the clear," he smiled.

"Okay, but if I get in trouble it's all you're fault and I'll probably never forgive you," you said as you took the phone from his hands.

Maybe a night out would do you good...

To be completely honest, it didn't take much convincing to get you on board. He was attractive as hell and as much as you hated it, he definitely had an effect on you.

"Deal," he chuckled as he watched you slip the phone into your bag.

"What are you losers yapping about?" Faith grinned as she skipped back over to you and Eunseok.

"Uh--"

"I was just helping our little friend plan her escape," Eunseok said, cutting you off as he pulled you in for a side hug. "Isn't that right?"

You nodded as Theo clapped his hands together. "Awesome! Another innocent soul to claim for Satan," he words sent chills up your spine as you thought back to what happened the night before.

"Hey? You alright?" Faith asked as your face went blank.

"Yeah...I was just umm...I was just thinking about some stuff," you replied, trying your best to play it off. "Shoot!" you spat.

"What?" Faith asked.

"My mom is on her way. I gotta go," You snatched your bag up and began walking off.

"Oh...but--"

"Sorry, I don't wanna get in trouble again," you continued as you drifted back into your thoughts.

"Hey," you felt a large hand palm your shoulder. You whipped around to see Eunseok standing in front of you. "If you ever need someone to talk to, remember that I'm here for you," you nodded as his hands slid down your arms to your hands.

A warm feeling rushed to your face as all of your previous worries melted away. It was like he was the first person to take your mind off of everything negative in your life. He was like a drug and you were afraid to get addicted.

You both stared at each other for a bit before he pulled you in for a hug. "I'll be over to break you out tomorrow night. Don't forget, okay?" His voice sounded even more soothing when he held you close. The gentle vibrations from his throat were just about as relaxing as soaking in a hot tub.

You hummed in response before walking off to join your mom in the car.

11:24pm tomorrow night...

You quietly tiptoed through the darkness of your bedroom to your dresser. You pulled out the bottom drawer to grab Eunseok's phone from its hidden place.

Feelings of guilt, fear, and anxiety tugged at your heart as you thought back to the moment between you and your mom in the car the day before.

"I'm really sorry for how I reacted the other day..." your mom bit her lip as she gripped the steering wheel. "It's just that I'm afraid to lose you the way I lost your sister..."

You could feel the genuine pain and regret in her tone as she poured out to you.

"I don't want you to make terrible mistakes that you'll regret in the future. And sometimes...exploding is the only way I know how to fix it. That's how my parents were with me."

This was no excuse for her actions, but this did make you feel a sense of pity for her. It was almost enough to make you cancel. But you needed this more than anything else right now.

You just wanted a small taste of what else life had to offer you...

Anything was better than spending all of your free time in this hellhole.

You powered the phone on to text Eunseok.

"She's sleep. You can come pick me up whenever." you sighed as you waited anxiously for him to text back.

"Alright, princess. Your knight in shining armor is on the way to rescue you from the evil dragon." Reading his text made you giggle a bit as you struggled to find anything remotely skimpy to wear. Nothing but an old baby blue dress from your sister hung idly in the back of your closet.

You quickly hopped into the dress and slipped into a pair of silver heels.

*Tap. Tap. Tap*

The tapping sound from the window nearly made you jump out of your skin. The moonlight dimly lit your features as you turned to see Eunseok's face behind the glass. You tapped your finger against your lips, signalling him to stop.

You opened the window and stuck out your first leg to climb out. Eunseok came close to guide you out by the waist. "You ready?" he smirked.

"Yeah," you nodded.

"Then let's get the hell out of here," he chuckled, grabbing your hand and running with you to his orange Dodge Challenger. You climbed into the passenger seat as Eunseok closed the door behind you.

Your heart was beating fast as hell, probably the fastest it's ever beat in your life. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you lied. Your throat was so dry it felt like you had cotton in your mouth.

"You might be able to lie to your mom, but you can't lie to me. You look like a scared little puppy," he smiled, scanning your body. "Nice dress."

"Thanks, it was my sister's."

"Well you look amazing in it," he turned the keys and you felt the seats rumble gently beneath you. You watched as Eunseok reached down to pull out a V-pen. He breathed in slowly before blowing out the sweet strawberry-scented vapor. "Here. Take this. It'll relax you," he said handing your the plug.

"Uhh...I'm okay. I don't smoke."

"Come on, just try it once. If you don't like it you can stop."

You hesitantly opened your mouth as he brought the device to your lips.

"Just suck it in slowly. Let it fill your lungs and don't try breathing out of your nose at the same time--" You began coughing aggressively, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Or that'll happen," he chuckled, before patting your back.

You looked at him through watery eyes as he reached to hand you a water bottle. "Don't worry, I didn't drink any of it yet."

"Thanks," you sniffed.

"So, what'd you think? D'you like it?"

"It tastes good, but to be honest I didn't notice much of a difference aside from coughing my brains out."

"Well, that one was kinda weak. Hold on. Imma give you something a little stronger," he smiled as he drove to a red light. "Look in the glove box and pull out that little red case," he directed you, pointing his finger at the glove box.

You sifted through the other miscellaneous objects before finding the red case. You placed it in his hand and watched as he pulled out another smoking device.

"Alright, I'm gonna go first and you just copy me okay?" he licked his lips before clasping them around the metal tip. "Just take a little bit first," he said after blowing out the cloud of smoke.

Remembering the mistake you made last time, you sucked in slowly.

"Woah, woah. That should be good enough," Eunseok chuckled as you inhaled the herby smoke.

You blew out the smoke, filling the car with the scent. You still coughed a bit, but it wasn't as bad as before. "That's weed, by the way," Eunseok smiled. "You should be feeling it in a bit."

He wasn't wrong either. You felt a sense of alertness wash over you.

"We're almost there," Eunseok said as he entered a subdivision before pulling up to a house shortly after. Cars were lined up the street, most likely belonging to the other partygoers. You could even hear the music blasting as you sat in the car with Eunseok.

This was the first time you finally noticed that Faith wasn't there. The amount of questionable decisions you were making in such a short time even shocked you.

You walked with Eunseok into to the lively house party hosted by Theo who greeted you at the door with Jell-O shots. "It's about time you got here, princess. We've been waiting for you," he smiled as he took down the cherry-flavored shot you rejected. "Did you get my message?"

"What message?" you asked.

"This one," he said, grabbing your hand to spin you around. "Wanna dance?"

"No, that's alright," you chuckled as he pouted playfully.

"Your loss. I'm a terrific dancer--"

"If by terrific you mean terrible then I'd definitely agree with you," Faith said cutting Theo off. "Hey girl, what do you think of the party? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Well, we just got here a couple minutes ago."

"Yeah, and I was having a conversation with her until you came over here interrupting us," he poked her nose.

"Puh-lease. I'm sure she's glad I came over here to save her from your boring ass."

"Boring? Boring?! I'll show you whose boring."

"I'm already looking at you dummy," Faith playfully pushed Theo's shoulder. "If you really wanna dance then let's go," she giggled, leading Theo to a corner by the tip of his chin.

"Heh, later princess," he waved to you.

You watched as Theo grabbed Faith's hips. She swayed her hips, grinding her ass against him as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. A seductive smirk crept across her face as Theo turned her around to face him. He caressed her thigh as he lifted her leg, wrapping it around him. He slowly leaned into her lips, hanging centimeters away from her soft pink lips before she placed her finger on his lips.

"I thought we were just dancing," she beamed.

"Dancing and kissing?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Uh uh. Man, these shots have you acting extra horny today huh?"

You shook your head, scanning the room for Eunseok. You couldn't believe you were staring at them for that long. You didn't see him anywhere in the kitchen so you went out into the hall to look for him somewhere else.

To be honest, if Faith wasn’t busy teasing Theo, you'd probably be hanging out with her right now. But, Eunseok wasn’t so bad. You actually enjoyed his company. 

Still feeling a bit fuzzy and lightheaded from the hit earlier you swayed through the partygoers, silently searching for a familiar face. You were more of a shy person, so engaging with random strangers wasn’t exactly at the top of your list. 

“Hey, ~” a dark-haired girl waved to you as she was being dragged off to a bedroom down the hall. “Wanna come have fun with us?” 

“No, that’s alright,” you smiled sheepishly. 

“Oh come on, baby. I’ll make it worth your while,” the boy said, releasing the other girl’s hand to run his nose against the skin on your neck. 

“I said, no,” you spat, pushing him away after he licked the exposed skin on your chest.

“Oh, you wanna play hard to get, huh?” He smirked devilishly as he pressed you against the wall. 

You struggled beneath his weight as you looked down to see that the girl had passed out on the floor. Knowing that this was going nowhere good, you swung your free hand to hit him straight in the mouth. 

“Argh!” He winced, licking the blood from the broken skin on his lower lip. “You little bitch! You’re gonna regret doing that,” he spat, grabbing your wrist, and twisting it slightly. You groaned at the burning pain travelling down your arm before kicking him between his legs which made him drop to the floor. 

While he was on his knees swearing and shouting out all of the horrible things he was gonna do to you, you shook the collapsed girl to try and wake her up. There was no way in hell you were gonna leave her in the hands of this monster. 

“Are we gonna play now?” She hummed. “Hmm, I’m sleepy. Can I stay here?” 

“No, come on. I gotta get you out of here,” you tugged at her arms. “No girl left behind.”

The boy must’ve been feeling better by the time you finally got her to stand as you felt a set of hands push you to the ground. He grabbed you by the ankles and started to drag you down the hall. 

Even though you kicked your legs in an attempt to fight him off, it was useless, he was much stronger than you and you didn’t stand a chance against him now. 

Dazed, but conscious enough to see what was going on, the dark-haired girl ran off. 

“Dammit,” you thought to yourself. Closing your eyes shut, you prepared yourself to just accept your fate. A set of footsteps ran up the hall toward you as you felt the boy drop your legs to the ground. 

“Ugh!” He groaned as you opened your eyes to see a beer bottle had been smashed against his head. 

You watched as Eunseok punched the boy in the face until blood came from his nose. His hair bounced at the force of every blow. You could tell he had broken his nose by the way his face had contorted. 

“Let’s go,” Eunseok said, looking at you still on the ground. He grabbed the boy by the shirt and proceeded to drag him to the front door. “Does your brother know you’re here?” He spat looking to the dark-haired girl who you assumed ran to get Eunseok. 

“I’m almost 18. I can make my own decisions,” she stuttered. 

“Right, and we see where that almost got you. Come on, I’m taking you home,” Eunseok said as he walked up to a dark-skinned guy. “Lance! Can you keep an eye on this fucker? The cops are already on their way for him.” Eunseok said as he abandoned the lunatic who tried to assault you and the other girl. “He was trying to make a move on Eunchae.”

“Sure, man. I’ll hold him until the cops get here,” the boy whom Eunseok called Lance smiled as Eunseok walked outside with you and the other girl. “Tell your brother I said hi,” he chuckled as you walked outside. 

“Get your ass in the backseat,” Eunseok spat as Eunchae folded her arms. “And put this on,” He said as he pulled off his oversized varsity jacket and draped it over her shoulders. 

“Wait! I forgot my phone,” Eunchae exclaimed as the car started up. 

“Too bad, I’ll have Theo hold onto it for you. We’re leaving,” Eunchae sat quietly in the backseat as you drove almost 30 minutes to a black and white apartment complex. 

Acting like a spoiled child, Eunchae refused to go up the stairs. You could see that Eunseok was more than fed up with her bullshit as he threw her over his shoulder and walked up the stairs to knock on the door. 

Eunseok, placed Eunchae on the doormat in front of him as he waited for the door to open.

“You’re not doing a very good job at babysitting her, Seunghan. Maybe you should send her back by your mom and dad,” he said as he poked her cheek. 

“Yeah, I might do that because she’s obviously not ready to be an adult yet—“

“No! Ugh! You never let me do anything,” she huffed as she stormed to her room.

“Thanks for bringing her back, bro. I thought she wasn’t feeling well because she went to bed early.”

“Eh, it’s alright. But you seriously need to keep an eye on her. Oh, and Theo has her phone. He’ll probably bring it over later.”

“Okay, it’s not like she needs it anyway,” Seunghan chuckled as he closed the door.

You followed Eunseok back to the car as he started it up again. 

“Sorry,” he said after taking a hit of the weed from earlier. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t exactly the fairytale ending you were expecting,” he sighed.

"Well, it's definitely been interesting," you scoffed lightheartedly.

"Did you want to go back to the party or to my place? It's quieter there."

"Umm, wherever you want to go is fine with me."

You were hoping that he'd choose his place. Mainly because the party felt more like a freak show, a disaster waiting to happen.

"M'kay. My place it is," he said before pulling off.

He didn't live far from Seunghan so the drive was relatively short. You followed him up the stairs before entering his apartment which was uncomfortably cold.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to contain some of the heat that was rapidly escaping your body.

"I would've offered you my jacket, but I already gave it to Eunchae," Eunseok said as he turned off the air.

"It's alright," you said sucking in your breath.

"C'mere," Eunseok whispered softly as he pulled you into his grasp.

Your cheeks burned hot as you felt the warmth from his body coupled with the feeling of his breath on your neck.

After a short silent moment, he turned your body to face him. He was met with a warm and submissive look on your face. A sense of innocence wrapped up by desire.

He leaned in to kiss your lips. Little did he know that this was your first kiss.

You freely allowed him to take the lead biting and sucking on your lips as he pulled your body closer to his. You quickly pulled away as you felt his bulge brush up against your core.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied as you eyes fell to the ground.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t—“

“No, I want to. It’s just that…”

“It’s just what?”

“I haven’t really done anything like this before.”

“Kissing or sex?”

“Both…”

“Oh…sorry, I didn’t know. I kinda just assumed you had done something.”

“There’s a lot that I haven’t done.”

“Well we can stop now if you want.”

“No, I want to keep going. Just take it slow with me.”

Eunseok led you to his room that was fairly empty. Nothing but a king-sized bed, a small night stand, and a laundry bin occupied the floor space.

You stood at the foot of his bed as he began kissing you again. Though this was your first kiss, you never expected it to feel so good. Again, you felt his hardness press against you, but this time you welcomed the sensation.

You felt his hands blindly move across your back stopping at the zipper before pulling it down. He pulled out of the kiss to slide your dress down before directing you to stand up and sit on his lap.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit shy about being naked in front of someone.

He slid your panties down before he wrapped an arm around you. He reached his finger down to glide between your lips. The amount of wetness definitely wasn’t ready for his cock just yet, so he spit on his fingers before massaging your clit.

You jerked your body as he used his fingers on you. Gripping onto his arms, you threw your head back as he inserted one finger into your pussy. Your tightness gripped around his finger as you let out a soft moan.

He slowly pulled his finger back and forth grazing the flesh of your g-spot before picking up the pace.

You watched as he pulled his finger out completely covered in your wetness.

“Okay, what do you want to do first? We can go straight into sex or I can eat you out?”

“I wanna go straight into sex,” you replied as you stood up.

“M’kay. Let me go grab something first,” he said before leaving the room. You waited on his bed, playing with the wetness between your legs.

He came back shortly after and pulled down his pants to reveal his pulsing hard-on.

“I’m gonna put this on to make it easier for you,” he said as torn open the packaging that contained a dark blue condom. You watch as he slid it down his length before climbing onto the bed. “You’re gonna get on top okay,” he continued as you hesitantly straddled him.

You leaned forward to place your hands on his chest as he guided his cock to your opening. Slowly, he pulled you hips down gliding his lubricated dick deep inside of you. You whined as he broke through your hymen. A slight burning feeling filled your core.

“Mmm, fuck,” he groaned as he thrusted into your pussy. More swears left his lips before he came inside of the condom. You felt his warm seed fill you up as he laid there breathless.

“I didn’t expect you to be so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Alright, now you gotta suck the cum off so I can fuck you raw. That was my last rubber,” he sighed, fluffing his hair between his fingers.

He pulled the condom off before you went down to wrap your lips around him, sucking off the cum before gagging slightly on his length.

Once clean he bent you over on your hands and knees and plowed into your pussy as you came closer to your climax. He pulled out his cock to insert two of his digits into your gummy hole as you reached between your legs to rub your clit.

Breathless, moaning, and panting you came all over his fingers screaming out his name. He held you down and pushed in his cock to feel you pussy clench around him as you slowly came down from your high.

You collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and satisfaction as Eunseok stroked his length.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he sighed as he kissed your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you home before sunrise. Just get some rest for now,” he said as he saw your legs trembling from the orgasm.

This definitely wasn’t the night you were expecting, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t enjoy it.

You watched as Eunseok pulled his jeans up before stepping out on the balcony to smoke. Your eyes fluttered gently as you watched the puffs of smoke escape his lips. He ruffled his hair again before coming inside to join you in bed.

He guided your head to rest on his chest. The gentle hums relaxed you till you eventually fell asleep.

You don’t know what time you got in the car or what time he drove you home, but he made sure to bring you back before the sun came out.

Even though this had just happened the day before, you already couldn’t wait for your next opportunity to sneak out.

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Oh, I have an idea

Make a Shadow Milk cookie Yandere with the addition of HYPNOTISM.

Please 🙂

MMMMMM I was low-key going to do this like on my own but ya beat me to it but this will be structured like a normal yandere headcannon. But I did enjoy writing this it was fun :3

But I hope you enjoy your milkshake

Yandere Shadow Milk Cookie

Second part

-Romantic or Platonic insulation-

!TW! Under the cut there are themes like obsession, possessiveness, warping one’s reality and hypnosis

The Faerie Kingdom, it was a lovely sight to take in! All the faeries seemed really chill about you and your friends arrival

And you couldn’t help but marvel at the slivery tree that was right in the center of the Kingdom

The way the light shines on it was breathtaking, but little did you know, it’s history was not as pretty.

A dark evil was sealed into the tree eons ago.

Beasts. That’s all they will be. Beasts.

But you didn’t know that

You stood side by side with your friends as a rift in the once beautiful tree opened

A jester like character popped out of the tree like a Jack in the box.

The beast proclaimed that he was Shadow Milk Cookie, the world's finest playwright, poet, director, actor, clown and trickster

This situation was unsettling, this jester was able to snake his way into Pure Vanillas and the faeries minds, the same thing could happen to you…

You didn’t catch Shadow Milk Cookies attention at first

You were just a meaningless cookie, he was here for Pure Vanilla and Elder Faerie

But the way you were willing to help Elder Faerie seal him back up could be some what admirable

But what really caught his eye was how you put yourself in front of the young cookies in the face of danger

You were willing to put your life on the line for these cookies who are probably just dead weight

That’s something that could be used to his advantage

So once Elder Faerie Is out of the picture, he could finally start twisting your sweet little reality

But he wasn’t expecting to get an attachment to you in such a short amount of time

Now he could just make you into one of his shadow puppets and you’d obey his every wish and command with no problems

But that wouldn’t be fun would it?

You were walking with your friends when everything got dizzy

You swore you heard his laughter.

Everyone was worried, Pure Vanilla especially

“Y/N Cookie are you alright?”

No, no you weren’t fine

Pure Vanilla rested his hand on your shoulder

“Listen, when I’m around no one will hurt you”

His voice. It wasn’t his. It was Shadow Milk Cookies

You flinched away, everything was twisting and turning. You couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake

You… you needed space.

That was your mistake, you wondered away from the group… unprotected, unsuspecting.

Shadow Milk Cookie approached you, he told you lies, truths that were to good to believe.

You knew he was just toying with your mind, his offers were meant nothing to you, they were just empty promises.

When you refused his countless offers, he was annoyed. You could be a GOD compared to these… these FOOLS!

Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t want to have to do this but his deceitful nature was playing against his favor

He reached out and grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him, directly in his eyes

His eyes were so… hypnotic, you couldn’t look away…

You couldn’t look away…

Shadow Milk Cookies words were so… charming… you couldn’t help but think that your friends were in the wrong…

Well you thought that until you met back up with your friends… their voices pulled you out of that hypnotic trance

This ticked Shadow Milk Cookie off

You were supposed to listen to him, not any of those imbeciles

Well, Shadow Milk Cookie had to result to making you a shadow puppet, the easy way out

All you were now was a mindless puppet

How boring

You were by his side the whole time after that

He didn’t want your so called “friends” to take you away from him

Everything was PERFECT, he was free, he had a new best buddy by his side and all of the power he wanted at his fingertips!

Wlhat could go wrong?

White Lily Cookie… oh that CURSED LITTLE COOKIE

She sealed him back up…

SHE SEALED HIM BACK UP

Shadow Milk Cookie tried to take you with him, his strings were wrapped around you, desperately trying to pull you back into the tree with him

But your friends held you back, you didn’t get pulled into the tree

Shadow Milk Cookie looked at the inside of the seal, he was… devastated… not because he lost… but because he lost YOU

Shadow Milk sat there… unresponsive. Unmoving.

He was going to get you back.

Even if it meant destroying his fellow beasts in the process

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #shadow milk x reader

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The Famished Doctor and Their Devoted Ghost

Danny takes on a new murder case for the Roseville Gazette that people presume is his, but he's never taken the organs of his victims. His curiosity gnaws at him, he needs to know who is this new homicidal partner he shares the town with, and who is this new girl that's making him doubt about his future plans.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the doctor’s practice

Chapter summary: After escaping the disaster her last fake life in Texas left, Dr. Famine decides to take her life into the beautiful sun state of Florida, where she finds lots of new and interesting things that take her life upside down, thanks to a little mistake she made on a crime scene.

Chapter Trigger Warnings: explicit mention of cannibalism, explicit mention of murder, explicit mention of violence, reader and Danny have real fucked up minds and so are their thoughts.

Wc: 5,05K

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Ah, Florida, what a wonderful place, don't you think? The place where you need to put a bloody fence to keep crocodiles and snakes out of your yard. During the summer, the temperatures can be hellish, still there is a bit of wind for relief.

She sighed as she felt her thighs stick to her leather seat, it sucked, which is why she hated summer. She was thankful she had bought a house with air conditioning, otherwise she swore on her life she would have killed herself if she could not find a house with one.

She felt sure that everything was going to go better than it had in Texas, the only positive thing she was taking with her, were the fewer rations that would last her for at least three weeks. She always saved the best for last, which is why she had a liver, a lung, and a heart in her little ice chest.

Her eyes focused on the welcome sign of his new home, "Welcome to Roseville, population 17,500", so many people to meet and eat, she hoped she could hack into the clinic's system so she could meet them all. She was starting to salivate just imagining the variety of cuts she could get out of everyone she chose.

She should not act until she had been in the city for at least a month, it would be suspicious if the murders started with her arrival. Although she had heard that other murders had happened before in that city, they had stopped about a couple of weeks ago, when it was common for the killer to strike for his pause between victims.

She had not heard much about who this killer was, she only knew the nickname the press had given him, "Ghostface", for her taste it was perfect, something simple and catchy to be remembered easily. Still, it wasn't as good as hers, "Dr. Famine", she wasn't a doctor, she was a nurse, thanks to her family's sexism. A simple nurse would not have been able to rip out the heart of the bastard father who destroyed her dreams, right.

She changed her identity from city to city, from state to state, she never repeated the same name, sometimes she stole the surname of her victims, from where she got her false papers, she easily sold one of her rations to a friend and he got them for her, an excellent advantage of her cannibalism.

Now she would be the innocent nurse Luna Graham, a girl with a big heart who dedicates her life to saving whoever she can, inspired by the loss of her grandmother with cancer. Timid, quiet, who you would least suspect of being a ruthless killer.

An easy role to play in the eyes of others, she might miss being able to smoke her herbal ciggies, though it was not something that went with the character. 

She came out of her train of thought as she neared her new home, it was hard to find a house that met her expectations except this one was perfect. It had two floors, an attic and basement, a guest room, and the master bedroom, it had just ten windows throughout the structure, it gave her a perfect view of her surroundings. The garage was spacious enough for two cars. What she was looking forward to most was the time to decorate the basement, she had made sure herself that it would be possible to install her semi-industrial refrigerator for her provisions, some of her butchering tools and maybe a wall of her achievements.

She hoped her new neighbours wouldn't bother her. She smiled slightly at the sight of children playing in a nearby front yard, families in a neighbourhood were a good confidence builder when she sought to attract people to her dwelling. 

She parked her car in the driveway, took out the keys of the front door and started walking to it. This was a whole fresh start, a fresh start to the consults of Dr. Famine.

The doctor's practice has been opened; it is time to amaze the public.

It was the Thursday of her fourth week in Roseville. Those three weeks, that were behind this one, were the most tiring days that Fanny had ever lived to this day, the people on the clinic were the most terrible human beings that she'd ever seen, no I want this, no I want that, for the love of the blood unique hell, how indecisive and horrendous people can be. 

Her patience was strong for not snapping at them, the on event that could be saved from those weeks was to meet some co-workers of her. One of them is named Lori, she has brown hair with golden rays on it, she is of child-bearing age, she is attractive. Unfortunately, she has a small, tiny flaw, she never stopped talking about herself, she took advantage of Luna's false personality to use her as Igor, Luny do this for me, Luny please go attend this patient for me.

Definitely, she is going to eat as her meal or as a way of paying, she swears on Hannibal bloody Lecter she is going to do something unforgivable. That week she took the shift of the psychiatric ward. She loved working there, she had made many friends there, one of them being the famous Laurie Jackson, a 30-year-old woman who had Alzheimer, she is lovely. It was a shame her family just let her in the clinic and forget completely about her. 

She hated people like that, people who would forget about their own blood, who would abandon everybody if they became burdens to them, she told herself it would not be a surprise if someone of Laurie's family appeared dead. She swallowed all her violent thoughts; there was no time to have them. Now, because of her schedule, it was her turn to go round the rooms of all the patients they had now.

She kept her fake smile on as she walked through the corridors, greeting anyone she came across, she was beginning to think that keeping that role would be very tiring if she wanted to stay in that city for a long time. 

When she reached the doctors' offices, she found something very curious, a recurring patient David Winchester, was shouting to Dr. Marcher about how a ghost was haunting him, he feared for his life, someone or something was seriously going to hurt him. Dr. Marcher did not pay much attention to him, it was not the first time he came with such statements, and they ended up being just hallucinations of his borderline personality disorder, it was an uncommon symptom even though he had it.

"Excuse me doctor, do you need any help with this patient?" She asked with that tone so unnatural for her, sweet, soft, and innocent, all things she was not.

"No, no thank you Miss Graham, I think Mr. Winchester will be leaving before I had to call security, right?" Dr. Marcher mumbled as he pointed out the exit to David, she did not want to admit it, then again, she hated the way that doctor behaved sometimes.

The young man had no choice but to do as Marcher had ordered, he walked away crestfallen, Fanny felt sorry for him, he had a terrible doctor in charge of him. "Are you sure it was nothing serious that worried Mr. Winchester, he seemed very uneasy?" Her gaze was still on the door where the man had left a few seconds ago.

"Something routine, nothing to worry about Miss Graham." He said nonchalantly smiling as he looked at her face, which was nothing to like, that smile meant he was going to flirt something that disgusted her. "Now that I remember, dear Miss Graham, it has been days since I have seen you in this area of the clinic, to what do I owe this honour of seeing your beautiful face in these parts."

Inwardly she wanted to strangle him until she wiped off that smile and then eat that womanizer's heart. "Um... The head nurse, Miss Roberts, said this floor was understaffed today, and... and she assigned me here today." She replied awkwardly, now her urge to kill him increased, however, she had to keep Luna in character, so she just replied avoiding in every way to continue in that flirtation the Marcher was throwing at her.

"Then I should thank Casey for giving me such a good view today." He smiled taking Fanny's hand. The woman was wishing to bite him in the jugular and make him shut up, right now she wished Casey would suffer a huge disgrace that day for giving her this shift.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by the speakers announcing that her presence was needed in the emergency room, she did not believe there was a god, yet at that moment she was grateful. She excused herself to escape the awkward situation to see what was needed of her, when she arrived, she saw the head nurse, Casey Roberts.

She was smiling as she chatted with a man who was in his early thirties, he had neatly combed brown hair, brown eyes, she noticed that he must have a contact lens in his left eye, it was just speculation, he had reading glasses in his button-down shirt pocket. If she had to speculate his height, he was close to 193 cm (6'3 ft) tall, beating her by almost 20 cm (7'8 in).

She took a big breath before approaching the reception desk fully, she created a shy smile on her lips before approaching both people.

"It's a pleasure to welcome you here today Mr. Olsen, you hardly ever see journalists as dedicated as you in this city." She heard Casey say, she had a partner and yet she was flirting with the visiting journalist, still who was she to judge.

"It's no big deal I'm just doing the bare minimum of my job, speaking of work, you said you were bringing a co-worker of yours to guide me to Director Ramirez's office for his interview." Olsen replied with a big grin, first mistake on his part if he wanted Fanny to like him, he had a gigantic ego by the looks of it.

"Am... That should be me... This is what you need me for Miss Roberts" She finally spoke, she noticed how Olsen looked her up and down, she could swear she felt a predatory look in those eyes, one similar to the one she had.

"Yes, Luna dear, I need you to guide Mr. Jed Olsen, to the director, could you help me with that, sweetheart." Casey ordered her in a sweet tone with her gaze set on Olsen's handsome face, his name sounded horrible, who in their right mind would call a boy Jed, in her words he had more of a Daniel face.

She just nodded at the words, to turn her gaze back to Olsen, who was still wearing his flirtatious grin. "Uh.... Please follow me Mr. Olsen." She said softly as she looked down at the ground, that grin was making her uncomfortable.

Jed said yes and they both started to head towards the clinic director's office, on the way he kept feeling that brown gaze analyzing his every step, the silence between them was becoming extremely uncomfortable and tense.

"Seems I didn't hear your name very well missy." Jed said as he watched her play with the rings of her hand, with her gaze he looked like a lion watching his prey before devouring it.

She twirled the ring of her little finger one more time before speaking to him. "The name's Luna Graham, sorry for not introducing myself, I'm not very good at social interactions." She listened as he whispered her name, as if playing with it to memorize it the best.

"Well, are you new in town, because I've never heard of you, Miss Luna." His eyes hit right into hers; he was seeing if she lied to him or not, two could play at that game.

"You're right, Mr. Olsen, this is my first month in town, I was transferred from a charity hospital in Texas." She replied calmly as they continued their way, at the moment she disliked feeling the stares from everyone for accompanying Mr. Olsen, from what she had heard he was the acclaimed journalist who was dedicated to Ghostface homicide cases, so far there had been five within two and a half months.

"Oh, in that case may you be welcome in our cosy little town." He replied softly, widening that smile he had had for a while now. "Have you heard about the Ghostface cases?" He asked directing her full attention to whatever he was going to say about it.

She had heard truly little, just enough to know that she had to be careful who she chose for dinner she did not want to take a victim away from the other assassin. She thought her answer, she had to sound innocent and terrified so as not to show the growing admiration within her.

"I've only heard that he has more than 5 victims here in town, and I've heard that they recommend being very careful." She replied fiddling with her rings, she had to show discomfort in front of him. "I haven't read or heard anything else about him, really all that crime stuff scares me, I don't like it at all." She made her voice start to lower to a whisper, she hoped that with that he would understand her discomfort with that subject.

"If you really wanted to finally inform yourself of the truth of this Ghostface's actions, my articles are available to you, miss." That ego-filled face disgusted her, the way he finished talking to her to prove how good he was.

To her luck she had finally arrived at Ramirez's office, she mentally celebrated that she could finally get away from that man. "Looks like we've reached our destination, Mr. Olsen, it was a pleasure to have helped you. She felt Jed take his gaze from her person after a long time to direct it at the director's titled door.

"Likewise, dear Miss Graham, I hope to see you again another time." Jed added taking her hand to kiss the back of it, and people said chivalry is dead. "Next time we meet, call me Jed, please, Missy". With this he took his leave of her, it left a bad taste in her mouth to hear that he hoped to meet her again sometime, she was now interested in this so famous Jed Olsen.

Her sixth week in Roseville had finally arrived, and she was already sure who was going to be her first supply in town. She was a woman named Gloria Rojas, 26 years old, she lived in the suburbs, he had met her when she came in for her annual mammogram at the clinic, he had made sure she had an almost blank history of illicit substances, in her medical report she had reported that she only drank once in a while and went out with her friends on a monthly basis.

Since last Tuesday he had been following and stalking her, he had learned every detail of her routine and her flat. It was a simple studio, only had three windows, one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen and the one he planned to be her entrance, it was right on the fire escape, an easy in and out.

On Sunday, her day off from clinic shifts, she had followed her to work where she noticed Gloria stealing funds from the shop where she worked, something that upset Fanny very much, she took many notes on how Gloria frequented many men, she did not judge that a woman would want to work as a servant sex, the negative of this fact was that it made it more difficult for her to have a perfect time to perform. Gloria frequented a mediocre journalist from the Roseville Gazette, which reminded her that luckily, she had yet to meet Jed Olsen anywhere.

Although she had met him on paper, on Saturday of the previous week, two days after David Winchester had again gone to the hospital for help about his constant paranoia that he was being stalked, it turned out that it was not just hallucinations. In the end he was being stalked by Ghostface, she had heard from rumours in the corridors that the clinic was grateful that no one knew they were aware of this and did nothing, as usual the higher-ups and their hypocrisy. 

David had been the 6th victim of this killer, Olsen did a recap of each victim in his article, something that gave her a little idea of what kind of targets Ghostface targeted, young, loners, their homes had many weak points, unsecured windows, quick access places, by Olsen's speculation, he said the criminal had to follow his victims for a while, therefore the two weeks pause between murders.

Their modus operandi was similar, to stalk, work in silence and leave something behind to affirm that they were the ones who committed these acts. The masked man would leave polaroid of himself with his victims, she would occasionally leave a business card with a fake number that she gave to an answering machine that always said the same message.

Again, she was letting her mind wander instead of focusing on what she was going to do that Sunday night, her car was parked half a block from Gloria's flat, she was already wearing her new suit, a long black trench coat, she put a mini hoodie over it, cargo trousers, they had extra pockets that helped her store things for emergencies, his combat boots, which had an extra steel toe cap that gave very good punches. For her face she wore a balaclava to hide everything excluding her blue eyes, her hair was tucked under that cloth, in front of the balaclava she wore the mask that she loved with all her heart like the one they used during the times of the black plague, The Raven Mask. (She followed the tradition of placing aromatic herbs on the tip of her beak, in her words the metallic smell of blood made her sick from time to time).

That night she had planned to devote to committing the art of human butchery, she carried with her the jars in which to place the goods she would get that night together with the cooler where they would be put. She took his black latex gloves; it was time for her to start walking to Gloria's flat.

It took her ten minutes to get there and climb the fire stairs to the fourth floor where the woman lived, the window was unlocked, perfect, she could hear from outside the pop music that Gloria listened to while she was doing her skin care routine, more than once she had received complaints from her neighbours because of the volume of the music, something perfect to hide her presence. 

She crept open the window and entered the room, checked the cocktail of drugs she normally used on her victims, doxacurium chloride and atracurium, two drugs that disconnected the muscles of the brain, leaving her victims as easy dolls to manipulate to her liking, she took notes of the mess the woman had in the room, kept thinking how ironic it was that Gloria's routine would end up killing her that very night.

Keeping her way in stealth, until she reached the living room of the flat where she watched the woman dance around singing those pop songs she liked, she saw that she also had a glass of wine placed on the living room table, too bad it was going to be wasted. She continued to stand behind her, put her non-dominant hand on Gloria's mouth and her dominant hand was grabbing her jaw, giving her no time to react. She delivered a punch to the underside of her jaw by her ear, from experience it would cut off the circulation to her brain causing a knockout.

As she was about to give her a second punch or pull the syringe out at once, she noticed how the woman's body began to soften in her arms, she proceeded to lower her down onto the couch in the living room. After checking that the woman's heart rate was relaxed and low, she began to take out the instruments she would use for her task, her scalpel, her scissors, autopsy shears, with which she planned to break the woman's sternum, she planned to take several organs from her. Fearing that when she started the "surgery" she would wake up and put up a fight, he proceeded to inject both drugs into her bloodstream. 

She removed her shirt to see her skin. She began cutting from the sternum down, as you would normally do with a deer, cut through the soft tissues and what little fat she had stored, used the shears to break her entrance into the chest cavity, and extracted everything she needed to have few weeks of peace.

She transported the organs to the jars titled with the names, left them in the cooler, searched in her pockets for the hunting knife she used to finish her work, cut Gloria's throat, the little blood that had been stored in her veins came out, something she poured into a small glass, it was going to be useful. She took her needles and began to mend the body of the deceased, she closed the section of her torso, she closed her throat, she rearranged her clothes, she wanted to make it look as if she had fallen asleep after a night dedicated to herself. She began to tidy up the scene, turned off the woman's music, took her tool kit and began to pack them into it. She finally pulled out her business card, it read:

"Famine Mori, M.D +1 305 XXX-XXXX."

She hoped the police would be stupid enough to call and get the fake secretary she had designated on that answering machine; it said in that mocking British accent that the doctor was busy and that as soon as she did not have people to kill, she would be with them. She heard the floor of the flat being pounded on, fearfully grabbed her things without leaving her card and retreated through the same window, closing it as if she had never been in the room.

Monday, funking Monday, he hated the beginning of the week. Especially when the office sent him to a crime scene all at once, not letting him enjoy his morning coffee, and worsening everything they said it could be a case of Ghostface, that number one how would he have attacked someone if he was just starting the stalking of his new target, and number two who will be that damned son of the great whore who is impersonating him, in case he finds them he swears on all the dark roast coffee on the planet that he will kill them in the worst way. 

He was now in the suburban flat block that was 15 minutes from the gazette, the authorities were already there, from afar he saw Turner, a coroner who was giving him information in exchange for some drinks in the bar that was near the police station. He presented his credentials and they let him with an officer who would follow him to the scene, he hated these cheap flats that did not have elevators, he would have to go up four fucking floors just to see a corpse that was not even his. More than a thousand curses replayed in his head as he climbed each step. When he finally reached the flat, the new victim, he learned that she was a 26-year-old woman of Hispanic descent from information that had been leaked at early hours today.

He saw the yellow tape typical of crime scenes, and in the doorway were Detectives Martinez and Crawford, both of whom changed their countenances when they noticed Olsen was on the scene. He nodded to them and let the accompanying officer usher him into the scene. He noted that there was almost no blood or signs of a struggle, whoever worked here must have been experienced in their own M.O. He saw a couple of examiners taking pictures of where the body was, lying peacefully on the couch. Now he confirmed that it could not be a copycat of his, he liked to leave his victims posed, to reflect the evil intentions hidden inside them. He took two quick photos of the body and the general scene, he went out to talk to the detectives, he wanted to get more clues as to who this new artist was.

"Olsen, the raven from the Roseville Gazette, now that information you want to squeeze out of us" Martinez commented mockingly looking at his face, of the pair he detested Olsen the most, he felt he was only causing more trouble instead of helping the city.

"I'm offended that you think every time I come to talk to you it's for information, Martinez." Jed pretended to be offended by her words by dramatically placing his firsthand his chest. "I can't talk calmly to the detectives who are in charge of this city's decade-long case."

Martinez was about to reply aggressively if Crawford had not stopped him and whispered something in his ear, "Get to the point you need from us today." Crawford said, tired of the frequent clashes between the journalist and his colleague. Jed asked the questions he needed to ask, who they suspected, if it was a case of not just Ghostface, if not who might have committed this act, if it meant that the serial killer's violence had escalated. Questions about how they were following up on leads and the progress of the investigation.

On the way out he waved to Turner as he headed for his car, that day he had gotten an answer he did not even know he should be looking for, now he wanted to know who this new killer in town was. It was going to be on his list of priorities along with investigating the new nurse at the clinic, she was cute and looked so innocent that he could already imagine the headlines he would write, young and innocent woman perishes in the hands of the shady Ghostface. It was going to be one of his best stories.

Back in the office, he reported to his boss about what he had found at the new crime scene and presented his theories that it couldn't be Ghostface, otherwise a new killer, which were rejected by his boss, if they talked about a new killer it wouldn't appeal to people, people would think it was a minor event, although if it was a recurring one, they would be more morbid to read about the new evil he did against the people of this city.

He kept arguing with his boss about why if it did not match Ghostface's crimes at all he would attribute it to him. His stubbornness made his boss cede he simply ordered to add Ghostface to get the readers' attention. As he returned to his own office he smiled hugely, he had beaten his fat boss again, he started his desktop computer, and it was time to put his artist's heart and soul into the words of this new article.

Roseville diary entry 15.

Today I went to witness a curious event, it seems I am going to share this city with another killer, not a normal one, Turner gave me the tip that the victim was missing the organs that are normally eaten from animals, the stomach, heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, plus half a liter of blood that had been extracted from her neck. This maniac is making me overly excited; I would love to collaborate with him, the things we could both achieve.

In other news, after killing David Winchester, I am still looking for a new victim unfortunately I have been going through a murderous block, I have tried to take inspiration from the slasher movies I have in my collection, nevertheless none have managed to give me that spark, only that new girl at the clinic, I could do amazing things with her death, she was giving me some inspiration for my next victim.

Casey Roberts, she was engaged yet still trying to flirt with anyone who passed her by, her fiancé knew nothing about it, it would be amazing to kill her with one of her lovers, it would be like I had done justice for Casey's poor deluded man.

After Casey, I might go after Luna Graham, that nurse with the shy blue eyes, although something inside me tells me she was hiding something big because of the way she acted with me on Thursday when I went to interview the director. The darker what she is hiding from everyone, the better the plot twist her article would have.

From what I know so far, Luna is very loved by the patients and workers at the clinic, she is like an angel to them, many other nurses take advantage of her sweet heart to ask her for many favors, I managed to get it out of Casey that her best friend Lori, is the one who bothers the sweet honey blonde haired girl the most, she even told me that she has even made Luna work her shift without her knowing.

I could even frame Luna or Lori for the murder of the other. No, no that would be a lot more work, something I do not want to do now. At this moment I must focus on just following Casey and choosing which of his little toys I am going to leave her slit her throat next to him wherever they meet.

#danny johnson x reader #dbd x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #dbd ghostface #slasher x reader #slashers #ghostface x you #ghostface scream #dbd fanfic #dbd x female reader #dbd x you #dbd danny johnson

[ivyial]

Reading one of your answers, I noticed that you wrote “Leon has a crush” and while I was playing the game, I also had such thoughts because a man cannot behave like that if he does not feel something. Can you please explain how you were convinced of this?

hi there!! i'm so very late to this ask i'm sorry :,)

so i'm gonna try and retrace the steps of how i realised that (from a year or so ago lolol). one thing you have to know about me before we begin is that i cannot recognise flirting for SHIT LMAOAOAO like genuinely. it is BAD. i am seriously socially impaired in that department.

when i played re4r last year, i had not played the og re4 (i still haven't, as a matter of fact). so i went into it relatively blind, with no opinion about leon/ashley (it did not seem like a big enough ship that people were ever giving their opinions on it, apart from the 'overtime' part in the og). i knew a bit about ashley, and how annoying a big chunk of the fandom found her in the og, and that was about it.

ashley flirting with leon in the game was somewhat obvious. the "i think you'd look pretty dashing" line was a big giveaway, although other than that, she doesn't actually make any big move on leon (sure, she offers him to become part of her security detail at the end, but yeah).

HOWEVER.

the dining hall scene happened - leon telling ashley "i'm not used to having such good company"???? that definitely made go 💡!!!

also, if you go back to chapter 9, after ashley's playable section, she finds leon again in the cage, and he says to her "can you make it down? i can catch you". i didn't find his words odd, but i found his tone extremely specific. if you go back and listen, it doesn't exactly sound like a matter-of-fact offer. it sounds like an incentive, but i wasn't so sure whether it was more for ashley's benefit or his own. he just sounds so bashful saying it and he's smiling. maybe that's just me, but i definitely found his tone suggestive in that scene. at the time i just shrugged it off as me misunderstanding tone (as it happens sometimes).

i originally was not predisposed to seeing them as a couple, since i'd never really seen the possibility of it being evoked in the modern RE fandom. i was more of a cleon girlie at the time too (i still am, but not as much nowadays). so i finished the game for the first time thinking "aw, leon and ashley had such a great dynamic, he's very supportive of her and kind, they're a great (platonic) fit". but then, you know, there was still the flirting initiated by ashley, the flirting (?) initiated by leon, and that unusual tone that he had in chapter 9.

so i didn't really see the bigger picture until i read the leshley/eagleone posts written by @sapphire-weapon (if you haven't checked her blog out yet, you have to, not just for her leon/ashley posts, but even for her general meta analyses which are absolutely brilliant). and then, i started putting it together, noticing the instances of leon flirting with ashley, some of which i'd missed, the structure of the story, etc.

and from there, well. you realise how well leon and ashley work together, even in a platonic setting, and you add their occasional flirting, as well as the DINING HALL SCENE??? which to me is a massive giveaway and is one of the things that convinced me the most apart from their literal interactions. room with red wallpaper, a statue of two snakes that could either be fighting or, well, fucking lmao (i also don't need to explain the phallic symbol there), the queen/king paintings, and the fact that this is one of the few rooms in this game where they are not interrupted by any enemies. it's a very private setting + "well, yeah, but i'm not used to having such good company".

leon's crush is also demonstrated through the way ashley pulls out a softer side of him.

you can see in chapter 13 (when he calls out for her from the other side of the cell - if you listen closely, it sounds like nick apostolides is reverting back to re2 leon's voice for that line).

there is also quite a bit of (sometimes unnecessary) physical contact between the two, which is almost always initiated by leon (it might even always be him). see: the way he holds on to her just a bit too long after catching her when she jumps out of the church window + the way they look at each other (chapter 5), right after escaping the ganados and joining luis in the villa (chapter 5), comforting ashley in the castle (chapter 9), and most importantly, checking on her after opening the cell and letting his fingers trail along her arms etc. (chapter 13) and (not physical contact but intended) the way he manages to break saddler's hold to reach for ashley when saddler touches her head on the altar (chapter 15). and i mean, he carries her bridal style multiple times (either catches her when she jumps or carries her like that on the way to the lab) (that in itself is also for the sake of practicality, but it adds to it).

taken separately, these events would probably not mean anything, but when you look at it all together, you realise that leon's feelings for ashley run deeper than just professionalism. i don't think he has to act like that - or at least, not if capcom just wanted them to be PURELY PLATONIC PURELY SIBLING CODED as one part of the fandom shouts all day long

this is a very long answer but yeah!! i hope this answers your question. btw, feel free to send me more leon/ashley asks!! i'd love to answer them :3

#leshley #eagleone #leon kennedy #ashley graham #leon x ashley #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #resident evil 4 remake

[tumblingxelian]

Something of a spin on "Miraculous Classroom" idea of @princess-of-the-corner fame.

Summary: When Carline helped Chloe smuggle Adrien into the school system, she also took the opportunity to... Tweak her class roster.

Only a little, just enough that she could finally have the time to focus on the students who needed more guidance, be it with work and education, illnesses or... attitude.

Unfortunately, her carefully laid plans come to naught when Marinette's cooler opens to reveal not a cake, but ten little gods intent n reclaiming their lost siblings.

& her students want to help them.

A Miraculous what if/AU, there are twelve Kwami, nine students, several early transfers and at least one responsible adult!

What If: This elements are fairly self explanatory.

Fu, rather than combat Hawk Moth directly wanted to take the Kwami to a shrine or temple somewhere outside of Paris, to find new potential students and bearers to restart the order and then deal with Hawk Moth. However thanks to happenstance and a little magic from a few impatient Kwami, the cooler he was using to hide the box got swapped with Marinette's and then she revealed them to the class on accident.

&

Gabriel could not have been the one to put Adrien in the school system so I can only assume Chloe did something. In this case, she collaborated with Carline, who used the situation to finally get her "Troubled Teens" class idea off the floor. Though in exchange she gets all the exchange students.

& some transfers happened earlier, Marinette low key already knows ALya & Kagami & Lila are already here. Also the reason Sabrina isn't is cos Carline felt her issues were mostly in response to Chloe and that separating them would be healthiest. She is still dedicated to helping these kids!

Alternate Universe: This has to do with world building more than anything.

Long story short, I found some of the later Kwami way over powered, or utterly useless and some of the older one's too one note. As a result I re-structured and combined different elements to make the twelve fundamental forces.

What's more they also came about in distinct eras. So Snake is technically the oldest, but its alongside Ladybug due to being a chicken & egg situation. Meanwhile Cat is "Younger" by microseconds.

Similarly, the next eras concepts also emerged at around the same time as they kind of relied on one another to exist or for an opposite, or to function.

After that however things get a bit more drawn out, with Horse predating its siblings, and Fox being elder than Peacock and Butterfly who are essentially the babies of the family.

Creation Ladybug - Creation & Good Fortune Snake - Ouroboros & Entirety/Time Cat - Destruction & Misfortune

Post Creation Tiger - Ignition & Havoc Dragon - Storm & Power Bee - Order & Subjugation

Early Life Horse - Action & Migration Turtle - Protection & Resilience Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication

Animal Eras Fox - Mirage & Materialization Peacock - Emotion & Evocation Butterfly - Transmissions & Transformation

As to why the Kwami did this, well, not all were in on it, it was mostly Sass, Trixx, Pollen & Roaar who were in on it. With Plagg endorsing once he knew while Tikki & the others are either neutral or less in favor.

Its basically a debate on doing it now or doing it the "proper" way but all have distinct motivations and some even just a general desire to have more freedom.

Here is how everyone partners up:

After the initial release, chaos and confusion, things break into several smaller factions. With Carline, a nervous & blaming herself Marinette, Sass & very irritated Tikki trying to bring order or at least sense. All while other interactions take place which people drift in and out of the conversations and exactly what is going on and why is explained and bonds are formed.

Marinette & Tikki partner cos both of them are getting stress migrains trying to understand/manage the situation and Alya's like, "Oh gosh she even gets stressed like you do, perfect match!"

Chloe gets Pollen because she slapped Plagg across the room after he mistook her jacket for cheese & was unafraid when he started going all "I am the god of destruction" on her. Such an impeccably strong will is the only one fitting for the Kwami of order & subjugation.

Adrien got Plagg by intervening to stop the fight & or murder by offering food: "Hey, uh I totally have some cheese with me, I was kind of just grabbing stuff at random in the cupboard this morning cos it was dark, so feel free to it." - Minutes later "Where do you put it all!?" - "In ma belly!!!!" So he's Plagg's fave by default.

Alya is so excited and eager to jump in and opinionated on the fact Kwami damn right deserve the chance to rescue their siblings when they want to and also can she have an interview please. That Trixx decides they like her vibes and the two start discussing mythic heroes and comic books.

Lila's boastful nature catches the attention of Kaalki who decides she would be a "suitable" bearer. Lil is already cooking up BS claims about having done vigilantism before, but living with Kaalki will be another matter.

Ways and Nino is mostly because Nino is the only one to really notice and try to check up on the turtle who seems really down about the whole situation and they share a chill vibe.

Rose & Mouse is basically them both going "Oh you are so cute" while Tiger assumes Juleka is a wild child cos of her goth aesthetic. At first she is disappointed but it turns out having a second identity lets Juleka go fuck wild so it works.

Dragon & Kagami is obvious cos family symbiology and her already having a sword & a proper manner of speaking which works with Longg's archaic manner.

Carline only end up agreeing to work with Sass because his powers can ensure the students don't die. "My power is to watch over you so you do not die."

Thus we have:

Snake - Ouroboros & Entirety/Time Carline Ladybug - Creation & Good Fortune Marinette Cat - Destruction & Misfortune Adrien Tiger - Ignition & Havoc Juleka Dragon - Storm & Power Kagami Bee - Order & Subjugation Chloe Horse - Action & Migration Lila Turtle - Protection & Resilience Nino Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication Rose Alya - Mirage & Materialization

The shifts in powers in some cases are not immense, though a few noteworthy are:

Tiger is more like creating explosions with imbalances in the universe. Mouse can multiply themself but also duplicate objects and creatures. Fox can make some illusions physical and place illusions in people's heads. Bee can sting objects and command them to obey via impose.

What's more, the powers are not one use only, strictly speaking.

What happens is that you can use lesser versions of the powers multiple times, or you can use the payload once.

So Chloe can for example sting five enemies and keep them all still for one minute at a time. Or she can sting one enemy and keep it still for five minutes. Lila can teleport herself around a great deal but portals tucker her out, ETC.

The basic sequence of events from meeting Kwami to super heroes, is mostly everyone getting just enough context. Sass conceding he should have consulted Tikki but standing by the decision to try and rescue their siblings- They are interrupted by thunderous roaring as an Akuma begins tearing up the streets of Paris.

Bustier: Class, no one and I mean no one is to try using magic, let alone revealing this or racing off into danger. Am I understood- Akuma (Attacking a few blocks away) Sass: I could literally feel that about to happen as you spoke.

The students break up into:

Team: "Has zero plan but wants to fight!" Chloe, Kagami, Adrien, Alya, Rose. They are also enabled by Lila opening a portal.

Alya: Wooh, time to be a hero, Trixx Transform moi! Chloe: I won't let anyone get ahead of me, or destroy Paris, Pollen, Transform moi! Adrien: Hey wait for me, this sounds exciting and also I don't want you to die! Kagami: A battle, heroic and wicked forces clashing? This is what I was born for! Rose: Oh no, that monster is where the hospital is, Mullo, Transform Moi!

Team: "Does not want to do this but has to" Marinette, Nino, Carline, Juleka & technically Lila as she wants to avoid danger.

Juleka: Girlfriend noooo (Trails after her) Marinette: I can't let Alya die, or Chloe try to be a hero, she'll kill us all! Nino: Ok several friends in danger now, guess I gotta do it. Lila: Well, I have a little experience in these matters, maybe I can help us all along to save my new home?

Sass: My power would allow you to better ensure their safety. Bustier: … Sass… Transfor moi. (Runs after them)

& that is basically the just of it!

Also thanks to @generalluxun for convincing me Trixx definitely belongs with Alya! Kaalki and Lila is too good a combo to pass up as well.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #kwami swap #akuma class #fanfiction

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Good gone bad | Corionalus Snow (Part 2)

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x female!reader

movie: Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

genre: dark!character, smut

word count: k

summary: You awake from the illusion, Coryo has put you under. Can you escape him?

a/n: @user90288777 requested a part 2, so here you go :))

read part one here

His body feels so good against mine, rays of sunshine are falling through the window onto our bare skin. I smile dreamily as I feel the warmth on my skin.

My eyes try to look at my surroundings and I do my best to concentrate. With heavy eyelids I see the portraits of the former rulers, look at the high ceiling, the marble floor and the documents infront of me, that are laying on his office desk. But I am unable to read them, the letters blur infront of my eyes.

His fingers are lazily tracing my skin, his lips meet my shoulders and continue to place gentle kisses further towards my neck. I hold my breath, when he brushes some strays of my hair aside, wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me close.

I can't say exactly how long we've been in this position. Me leaning against his back, sitting on his lap, while he radiates with a power, that makes me feel uneasy.

It could be minutes, days, even weeks of being near him, touching him, always staying by bis side.

Every little thought makes my head ache, I cant even remember how long it has been since he visited me in my dorm. Since then, the days have merged into each other, it is impossible to keep track of the time that has passed.

The only thing I noticed, is the repetitive contact with something, that makes me feel like I was trapped in a blizzard at first and then I can suddenly only concentrate on needing Coryo by my side.

Only him and no one else.

When that happens, like a rhythm, I feel myself getting lost in my feelings. No thoughts bother my head, the time disappears again and again infront of my opened eyes, but I am still able to feel the presence of him.

And that is most important, he always reminds me of it. Only him, only me. Only us.

Although I'm not sure, I begin to notice changes in my surroundings. The imperfections on the ground, the bright yellow colour of the wall, the cursive letters on the documents and his pale fingers, with which he holds me in a firm grip against his body.

The warm feeling from earlier melts into a shivering cold, when my eyes finally focus and I am able to actually hold on onto one of my thoughts.

What am I doing here?

Warily I try to catch a glimpse of him, but I can only see blue bruises and red traces of nails on my skin, it makes my heartbeat race in my chest. Even though I try to keep my cool, he notices my unnerved movements.

,,Im trying to focus, sit still." His voice makes my blood run cold.

It takes every ounce of effort in me not to move. To not immediately get up from his lap, to hit his perfect face and then flee hundreds of kilometers - no, to another district to escape him.

His proximity to me is unsettling and his voice so stern, that I don't even dare to breathe out too loud. I am so terrified and have absolutely no idea how to escape from this situation.

He betrayed me. I hear these thoughts loud and clear in my head.

And I loved him.

A numb feeling, similar to the dark void of my childhood, wraps itself around my heart, the grip so tight that it feels like my personal death sentence.

I wanted nothing more in this world, then that my wish would be granted and my love for him would dissolve, like his poison on my skin back in the dorm.

I thought about killing him for a second, to feel the relief of his blood on my hands, that could help me too be free. Then, I knew I would never be that selfish. Because I could never kill him, only to make me feel better.

So, I wanted to focus.

First of all, I have to rely on what I do best. Structured and clear reasoning to develop a plan. So I breathe in with my nose and focus on the facts. With an unobtrusive glance, I look around and notice three things.

Firstly, I am in the president's office.

Secondly (and this makes me freeze for whole 10 minutes, I can see it on the clock on the wall), Coriolanus Snow, my traitorous best friend, is the President of Panem.

Third, I'm sitting on his lap in a gauzy purple dress, he's reviewing documents about the regulation of new laws and I exist silently, doll-like beside him.

I want to cry until the Pacific Ocean seems like a river compared to the amount of tears I've shed. My nerves are on edge and even if I'm trying, I can't concentrate anymore. The only thing I am aware of is what he has done to me.

The night he came to my apartment and begged me to trust him again - he poisoned me.

This cold, liquid happiness that he poured over my skin paralyzed me. The more dials on the clock move forward, the more I realize how much time must have passed in reality. Months, because he is the president of our country, I sit on him as if it were a matter of course and everything becomes progressively more absurd.

I no longer know who I am or how long I've been pretending to be someone else. All I know is that he is to blame and the way he sits here - relaxed - shows that he feels absolutely no remorse. I almost think I'm going to throw up.

And then he moves and I freeze. His hands move to my arms, stroking them and I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on something else. When his voice breaks the silence and I understand the true meaning of his words, I have to suppress tears.

"I wish you would talk to me again. I miss you so much."

And then he is quiet again and silence engulfs us again. I can't believe what I'm hearing from him. And then I want to scream and ask "Then why did you do this to me?", but I stay quiet and even if I wanted to, I probably couldn't say a word.

Because it was all a lie. An illusion, a fake honesty. A dishonest love. And I was stupid enough to believe it. I let him do this to me.

Waves of hatred and sorrow so strong that I would writhe, if his arms weren't wrapped tightly around my waist, embrace me. I have to get out of here, away, away, away, away…

But how? He will notice any inconspicuousness. I know he notices every little detail. For the moment, I have no choice, but to continue pretending to be under this spell, even though it's killing me.

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Another hour passes and I become more and more exhausted from the strain of trying to stay calm. I struggle to keep my eyes open and don't notice how I'm gradually leaning more and more against him. Then I feel his lips on my cheek and goose bumps appear on my skin.

I'm suddenly wide awake.

"You're so good to me, if only you knew how happy it makes me that you're here with me." His words feel like ice splinters, that are stabbed into my heart and my muscles start to ache the more tense I get.

His fingers stroke my thighs, which is made possible by the slit of my dress. As he gets closer and closer to my core, I want to scream.

"I have to say, love. I admire your acting skills. I almost didn't notice that your calmness and submissiveness were faked."

When I try to jump off his lap, he holds me firmly in place in a tight grip.

"Do you know what your behavior over the last three hours has shown me?" He knew, I realize. He knew the whole time.

His fingers stroke my clothed core, sliding up and down, creating a delicious pressure that makes me twitch on his lap.

"It showed me that you can do exactly what I expect, without Dr. Gaul's concoction. I knew you would be perfect as my first lady of Panem." This statement makes me freeze. He quietly laughs.

"Really? So much time to think and you didn't realize that? You're everything I ever wanted. Of course you'll be by my side. No matter how."

To show me how much he already has me under control, he slowly pushes my panties to the side and drags one of his fingers through my wet folds. I'm unable to move, it's as if my body has gone rigid with fear.

"You are so pretty. Every moment I touch you is like the most precious treasure in the world." He is quiet for a moment.

"I had no choice, you would have never agreed willingly."

His words finally make me cry. Even his warmth and the arms he holds around me for support feel more and more like a prison.

"You're crazy - I loved you!" As I break down, my frustration, sadness and anger are clearly evident in my voice.

"I know, love." His fingers brush the tears from my cheeks, his lips leave loving kisses. But to me, everything just feels wrong. I don't want to be near him for another second.

"Then why? Why did you do this to me?" He won't let go of me, no matter how hard I try.

"Because we love each other in a different way. You were ready to let me go." His eyes are starring daggers in my back.

"I, on the other hand, could never let you leave."

Every word feels like a stab into my heart. I'm not sure I'll ever recover from these wounds. Or if he'll let me recover at all.

"And now what? You're going to keep poisoning me for the rest of my life?" I would rather die than live like this. When he shakes his head after a second, I have hope.

"Of course not. This time I want to give you an option. Either you will stay by my side voluntarily or, unfortunately, I will have to force you to. And we've seen how well that works, haven't we?"

I'm shaking, my head feels like it's going to explode any second. "Why won't you let me go? Please, I want to go home."

He turns me in his lap and for the first time I look at his face again. Notice his hair, grown back and neatly trimmed. The blue of his eyes, which doesn't look at me pitying at all. Then his lips, smiling as if he was giving me a present.

"My darling, you're home now. You'll be safe by my side forever. Your family is taken care of, your future is secure. You are now the most respected woman in the country, I have made sure of that. I'll do anything you want."

"You can't keep me here forever." My voice trembles. And when he starts to move his fingers inside me, my knees weaken. His hand holds my face tightly to keep my gaze fixed on him.

"Oh, but I already have." As he gets closer and hits the spot inside me, that makes me see stars, I can't help but moan uncontrollably.

The rustling of his pants resounds in the room and as he lifts me up for a moment and I gather all my strength to get off him, he lets me sink onto his cock. My warmth catches him, I almost fall onto him and feel a pain that quickly changes to pleasure. As he moves my hips up and down a few times, my eyes almost roll back.

"See how well I take care of you? I've already provided for everything. You won't remember, but we've done this so many times that you'll soon have two heartbeats inside you. Trust me."

I cant breathe.

"This world is cruel and covetous and I'm here to protect you from it." His hands grasp my waist.

If only he knew that it was really him, I needed to be saved from.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #x reader

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The Sham

Here’s my take on Jay’s design.

I honestly wanted to do this on digital so I could also show his color palette but alas my thumb could only do so much and how laggy my phone is I don’t think i could’ve finished this.

Anywho, let’s talk about his design. His design is honestly heavily mostly based on all the headcanons I have for Jay over the years that I haven’t watched Ninjago, hence why it survived in my mind and heart for so long. So let’s talk about those as well shall we?

Now first off his Facial features, I’ve always thought Jay had sharp features yet soft features to which he choice to emphasize more of his softness because I imagine growing up, he wanted to be as approachable and liked, instead of shun and unintentionally intimidate others, which would only make it harder for him to fit in and socialize than he already is. But ever since he turned into a serpentine and turned back, he didn't entirely turn back fully human one of those perks is being able to somewhat control the shape of his pupils, making them sharp and menacing to cute puppy dog eyes that you could never resist, making him look cute, innocent and pitiful or even creepy and inhuman in some cases. As well as some of his internal bone structure changing, ability to grow fangs or even being able to cover his mouth so wide because of those internal changes in his body that only developed overtime.

I would imagine that some days he would just be in constant pain because of these changes inside his body but no one knew what was wrong with him since these changes was happening in a slow pace where his body could also adapt but can’t exactly avoid those days where Jay is in pain because a major change is happening inside of his body.

Which I wanna imagine, only aided in his image as the weakness among the Ninja, with how often or not he would need to skip training, deeming him weak because of his mysterious health complications over the years, but that never stopped him from putting up a brave face when needed even if he’s in so much pain.

Another one of my head canon is his eyes, I always expected Jay to have brown or Blue eyes but went with Blue, both of his eyes were originally blue but after the events of skybound his right eye has changed, from Blue to Yellow and cracks, as well as his scars turning into lighting shaped marks instead.

I always has this headcanon of time affecting Lighting Masters differently and as well as how the mental state effects the element, since time effects lightning masters differently, the lightning marks where the most severe scars once were, and his eyes changing color from whatever happened to his eye (which I love the headcanon of Nadakhan just gauging it out with his hook) left a much more heavy trauma hence it’s color and appearance. The cracks being how his eye was damaged and the color being influenced by the one that caused it. I wanna imagine it held much more orange and amber color to it but slowly shifted to yellow as Jay begins to heal from his trauma but the color never turns back to its original color. Nor the marks left on him, a show of acceptance that he knows that things won’t be the same for him ever again since.

Next is his clothing, again with how I wanted for him to emphasize his softness with round shapes, overlooking most his menacing or sharp features or even entirely, with puff sleeves and pants, giving him more round edge, this also applies to the snake body on his clothes, which could easily dismissed as swirls or even the long body of a dragon, the Ninja’s are heavily associated with dragons, no one would bat an eye and think that isn’t a dragon’s body or just the dragon’s scales.

The design for his outfit also gives him a lot of mobility, and comfort, and as well as hidden pockets, one of course is are on the slit pants which is hidden in the lining, he has pockets inside his Gi which also has zippers to make sure nothing falls out, and as well as black pouch strapped near his ankle on his right leg and a dagger strapped to his left leg as well.

The color of the danger and pouch are black as well as his leggings and the inside of his slit pants which makes them hidden and blends in.

Which here comes another head canon of mine over the years is that, Jay stays low when he fights, especial when it’s close range so it wouldn’t be off to see him suddenly him crouched which gives it a bit of an element of surprise when one moment he has no sharp weapons then sudden a dagger is in their face and is inches away from stabbing em or when deceiving your enemies when he’s down only to have a knife stabbed in their throat.

Staying low and close to the ground as possible is kinda also his serpent side, showing a bit of that animalistic side, staying low and hidden till it was time to strike. But i wanna touch on my headcanon for his fighting style in another post.

Another part of the Ninja’s Gi for my design is that they have this feature, when the Ninja sweat the inside of their Gi actually gets cold, (this idea came from when a friend of mine lend me their jacket and they were really sweating at the time before their gave it to me and god it felt really cold when I wore it and i wanted to give this feature on the Ninja’s Gis)

I unfortunately couldn’t add this in the draw but Jay’s wrist guards also have blades in them, but Jay rarely uses them but uses them in case for emergencies, as well as good for hiding thin objects, like needles and paper, which also applies for his puff sleeves and the generate puffiness of his Gi making it had to see whether Jay does have stuff inside his Gi or not.

And that’s most of the things I wanted to talk about, in the design, I honestly wanted to make another page but with Jay’s mask on, weapons, facial expressions, poses, etc, etc. but maybe next time. I still have life breathing down my neck to finish my work ^^

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Legacy of kain Fourge of Nosgoth.

Canceled fun fiction part four.

I decided to split this part into two halves. For due to the huge number of events before and after the great war of the ancients.

The history of ancient Nosgoth.

I will divide the events into six eras, thus maintaining chronology in the narrative.

Kain in the past.

Let me start with the fact that Kain was thrown into the very distant past. At the same time, the Hylden device fell into his hands, with the help of which Raziel created a gap that scattered them both in time. I don’t have a clear plot about how exactly Kain will return to his time stream. The only thing I know is that Kain will need to collect parts of this device and move forward in time. During this journey, he will observe and participate in the events that Vorador told him about. It’s more accurate to see how it really was. Kain will also use the armor of fate. Kain received this armor from Mortanius, but after refusing to sacrifice himself in order to restore balance, it was destroyed. In the future, Kain was able to partially restore it, as it turned out that this armor not only gave him additional strength as guardians of the pillars, but also had access to structures ancient vampires.

In his travels, Kain will meet young Janos, a seer, and will also begin to respect the Hylden and hate the ancient vampires, having seen what they really do. Late in his journey, Kain will even try to contact Vorador. Despite his claims to his former mentor and his false teachings. Ultimately, Kain will come to the conclusion that the vampire prophecies are false and that they serve a completely different purpose than saving Nosgoth. At the end of the journey, Kain learns that Raziel is looking for Janos and will try to warn Raziel that Janos cannot be trusted, just like prophecies. At this stage, he enters into an alliance with the seer and wants to enter into an alliance with Raziel, convincing him that the Hylden are their true allies.

Civilizations inhabiting ancient Nosgoth.

A small digression, but these are my quick sketches, which are much inferior in quality to other drawings. But for me the main thing is to convey the idea.

Contrary to legends, there were a lot of large and small nations in ancient Nosgoth. Traces of which could be found in the evolution of Kain's lieutenants as well as the demons that terrified humanity.

First era.

In addition to the ancient vampires, Nosgoth was inhabited by a bunch of civilizations, which, with the growth of their power, entered into various alliances. At the end of the war, two major alliances remained, in which representatives of a single people could participate, but on opposite sides of the barricades.

Now about the creatures in the pictures. There were three types of biome in ancient Nosgoth. Mountainous, where there is eternal winter on the northern side. Filled with forests with the changes of the year, central. And also the wastelands in the east, where there is eternal heat. In ancient times, the serpent people ruled the wastelands. Part of their kingdoms spread to central Nosgoth. They also included small tribes of dwarfs who had distant relatives in the central part, and also had an alliance with centaurs and sea people. For their time, the snake people were very advanced in eugenics, thanks to which they developed flying warriors. Their culture was reminiscent of ancient Egypt where sacrifices were practiced, but mostly they were different creatures. Central Nosgoth was the wildest and most uninhabited place, where bandits from the sea people and also centaurs, who knew how to overcome forest barriers, had the most power. There were also forest giants who were good at magic. This allowed them not to worry about self-defense. They also had high intelligence and under their protection were dwarf tribes that served them. In the northern part lived two tribes, the first were technically advanced minotaurs, the others were giants with a natural gift for magic. Their ancient kingdoms were located on opposite sides of the mountains, and only part of the Minotaur's possessions was located in the central part of Nosgoth. The giants were helped by some of the dwarf tribes, which adapted to the cold conditions. They were also in alliance with the sea people, who occupied part of the mountain caves under water.

Centaurs, like the sea people, had average adaptability to magic. Centaurs were divided into urban and forest. The city dwellers mostly lived in a civilized manner and relied on close combat. The forest ones were more like a mixture of a circus and a gypsy camp. They had a good connection with magic, but used it mainly for deception. These tribes were divided into castes, but thanks to them there was good trade in central Nosgoth. The sea inhabitants were also divided into those with tails, because of this they had to be more civilized. It was these creatures that were introduced through trade and diplomacy. But there were also those who had legs; these often became hired killers or bandits. They practiced the magic of stealth and shadows.

Despite all odds, the most terrible threat in ancient Nosgoth of the early era was lycanthropy. Many feared that the flattering dwarf tribes would again use this disease to their advantage in order to capture the rest of Nosgoth. And there was reason for this fear. There were always a lot of dwarfs.

Their small tribes often used this disease to their advantage and also tried to control it magically. Lycontropy increased their size, giving them enormous physical strength and speed. In ancient times, there was a kingdom of werewolves that fell under its own weight, spreading disease throughout Nosgoth. The main fear was that the disease would spread among scattered tribes of dwarfs and they, in the form of werewolves, would fill the rest of Nosgoth.

At that time, Hylden themselves were called architects. It was a dying old civilization that existed for a long time but multiplied slowly. Even then they had access to eugenics as well as other dimensions and rarely appeared in Nosgoth. Preferring not to conflict over territories, in search of a more effective way of reproduction. The later version of these architects had fewer humanoid features and resembled a skeleton covered in spiked leather. Architects even then observed a weakening of magic, which they replaced with technology. They had several residences in Nosgoth, mainly in the east. Their early history is shrouded in mystery. But their appearance suggests that at first the architects lived under water, and when they came to land they explored the eastern wastelands. Architects had a weak connection with magic. Therefore, over time, they began to use eugenics to better adapt to natural conditions, but this had a bad effect on their reproduction. There are also stories that they had a hand in the formation of the serpentine and sea civilizations.

History of ancient vampires.

Description.

At the beginning of their history in the first era , the tribes of ancient vampires were divided into three types. Vampires of the underworld lived on the lake of the dead, they resembled African tribes and openly practiced necromancy. The vampires of the wasteland also had a connection with the world of the dead, but they lived in the Eastern Canyons and their culture was reminiscent of the Indian tribes that spoke with spirits. There were also vampires who lived in caves, they founded the first underground cities, but died out for unknown reasons.

The tribes had different skin colors. Vampires of the underworld had gray, purple and brown skin. Cave vampires had black skin. Wasteland vampires had orange, pink and light green skin colors.

Chronology.

First era.

At the beginning of the first era, the ancient vampires were one tribe that lived between the wastelands and central Nosgoth. Unlike their descendants, they were savages who lived in the rocks and had little contact with their neighbors. Their secluded lifestyle guaranteed safety and at the same time made them an easy target for a planned attack. At that time, Central Nosgoth was overrun by werewolves, which diverted the attention of neighboring kingdoms from them. This allowed the tribe to grow, but also left them open to attack. At that time, the ancient vampires were barbarians, they organized raids on caravans and small settlements. Their advantage in flight made them excellent raiders.

Throughout history, the main weapon of ancient vampires was the spear. Swords were more often used for decorative purposes and were rarely used for self-defense. This allowed the tribes not to resort to magic. However, over time, the nearby kingdoms began to gather large armies, and the search for the shelters of ancient vampires began. To avoid huge losses, the ancients needed to explore new territories, as well as know what was happening in the nearby lands. Which forced the ancients to study magic. It was then that a split occurred between them. Realizing that the tribes would not come to a common decision on how to use magic, the tribes split up to avoid war. The part that became interested in necromancy went to the lake of the dead. The tribes that studied natural magic and were against sacrifices went into the wasteland. Those ancients who wanted to live the old way, not use magic and rob their neighbors, went into the caves.

Over time, vampires of the underworld were able to settle into the dense forests of central Nosgoth and come into contact with giants and small tribes of dwarfs. This was facilitated by the general level of development, which was far from civilized. Although the ancients were not trusted, their magic was useful for the local inhabitants. Some cave vampires also moved to central Nosgoth, they went deep underground and founded their settlements. Nobody saw them again. With the passage of time, the ancients' mastery of necromancy reached a new level; they were able not only to enter the world of spirits, but also to preserve their souls after death. In order not to attract too much attention, ancient vampires founded the first city of the dead in the depths of the underworld. They also found abandoned settlements of cave vampires, which they used to create the first sanctuaries. Over time, this tribe adapted to the conditions of the world of the dead. The first council of guardians was created both in the world of the living and in the world of the dead. The first pillars were also created to maintain balance between the two worlds. The council consisted of nine balance guardians. These guardians maintained a barrier in the city of the dead, preventing wild creatures from entering inside. There was also a tenth guardian. This was the champion who held the blade in his hands that protected the balance between worlds. The blade was the progenitor of the soul reaver, it was called the guardian of souls. He looked exactly the same, this sword was charged with the energy of the city of the dead and knew how to move souls from one place to another.

At that time, the vampires of the wastelands established their settlement at the top of the red canyons. They studied the spirit world, but perceived it as the magic of nature, mainly practicing the magic of predicting the future and controlling the weather. They also learned how to summon the spirits of different creatures and established a connection with the vampires of the underworld. But unlike the inhabitants of the forests, the peoples of the wastelands were more aggressive towards their new neighbors. The magic of the wasteland vampires was at odds with the religious doctrines of the snake kingdoms and small nations. Soon vampires were hunted. By organized forces, the peoples of the wastelands captured many vampires. Some of the vampires managed to escape and fled to the lake of the dead. The new union of the two tribes expanded their knowledge not only in magic, but also in the external environment.

At the end of the first era, the vampires of the underworld represented a kingdom around which the small wild tribes of central Nosgoth began to unite. They possessed both advanced necromancy and the rudiments of natural magic, the power of which they were helped to comprehend by wild tribes. Over time, this alliance will attract the attention of the outer kingdoms.

The second era.

At the beginning of the second era, a long peace reigned between the kingdoms. Thanks to the efforts of the vampires of the underworld, the threat of werewolves was eliminated. This allowed the outer kingdoms to relax and lead a prosperous lifestyle. The vampire kingdom in central Nosgoth practically did not trade with anyone, while it was of little interest to civilized peoples.

At the end of the first era, most of the captured vampires, wastelands were given to architects. After conducting a bunch of experiments on the prisoners for the purpose of their own reproduction, they brought out a new kind of ancient vampires. They had blue skin, high intelligence, high connection with magic. But they were devoid of empathy. However, this made them more calculating and categorical. At the beginning of the second era, these new vampires became part of the eastern kingdoms of Nosgoth. Over time, their population increased, and thanks to their intelligence, they quickly absorbed the basics of other cultures. Over time, these ancients began to occupy high posts of diplomats or wizards at court. However, in the early stages, these new vampires did not consider themselves a single people.

The origins of the elder god.

At the same time , the elders of the vampires of the underworld had a split . Some conservative elders refused to accept new magical practices, emphasizing the power of sacrifice. This part of the elders had already been dead for a long time and lived in the spirit world. Because of this, their magical powers came from the souls of the dead. The new magic deprived them of full power. Therefore, they tried to take control of the champion, in order to seize power. But they failed. This formation was the elders of the old generation. As punishment, their souls were sealed in the depths of the underworld for millennia.

One of these captive elders will become an elder god in the future.

The first hero of the vampire nation. Although the champion's tasks included only protecting the circle of nine and the balance of the city of the dead. The new champion took advantage of external help and also went beyond his authority. Thereby thwarting the plan of the rebellious elders to enslave him. He used the magic of his soul Guardian sword to protect the allied vampire mages from the wastelands. Thanks to which they were able to protect him from the influence of the elders. With their help, he also captured traitors, after which he allowed small tribes to join the new kingdom.

The end of the second era.

Thanks to the actions of the champion of the underworld and his allies, it was possible to prevent a civil war in his kingdom. Over time, the legend of him and his guardian of souls sword began to spread to the outer lands. Thanks to this, the nomadic Centaur tribes became interested in an alliance with the new kingdom. Also, thanks to the efforts of a new kind of vampire, the snake kingdom and the sea people have entered into a new alliance. In the northern lands, the Minotaur developed military might. They began to accept the wild dwarves into their ranks.

The third era.

Starting from the third era, the situation in Nosgoth began to get complicated. Many unions accepted not only common rules but also a single faith. Instead, each side practiced only a certain magic, which was related to their religious beliefs.

This led to several major clashes that brought the first split into the world of Nosgoth. There were three sides to the conflict. The old Alliances of kingdoms that practiced only the magic that was related to their religion. They openly distrusted not only neighbors with a different culture. But they also despised the vampires of the underworld for using necromancy. There were also neutral tribes and nomads who were not afraid to use any magic. As well as the vampires of the underworld, whose magic was considered barbaric among the civilized peoples of Nosgoth. Due to such open rejection by the outer kingdoms, many of the vampires despised the other schools of magic.

Meanwhile, the blue-skinned vampires were not yet a single nation, despite their high position in the civilized kingdoms. Moreover, the events that happened to their distant relatives pushed them to distance themselves from the rest of the people. In the end, these vampires had to become a single people and create a council, thereby supporting civilized kingdoms. In the middle of the third era, it was a small faction of sorcerers and scientists who were able to master and combine different sides of magic. They were also greatly supported by architects who acted from another dimension.

At the end of the third era, the vampires of the underworld elevated the tribes of wild giants, dwarfs and centaurs. Thus establishing a single kingdom in central Nosgoth. At the same time, one of the captive elders in the second era was able to contact the civilized and vampires. With their help, he was able to destroy the prison and became their secret oracle. In return for help, he promised them the secrets of this people and also help in seizing power over them. In return, he offered to revive the old rituals, which strengthened both his and the new nation of vampires.

Now I will move away from the narrative a little and say that there are too many gray areas. So I'm going to focus on the story of characters like Elder and Janos.

The fourth era.

The fates of Elder and Janos are very closely intertwined. When the rebellious elders were captured at the end of the second era, their disciples and those who helped them were also imprisoned with them. A hundred souls were imprisoned. Over the course of a thousand years, many events have taken place in the prison, ranging from a general escape plan to a war for the right of the strongest vampire. Groups of disciples and elders switched sides, until one day two of them came to the conclusion that only one of them would be able to get out of this place. But to do this, he would need the power of other souls, the only way to get it was only by absorbing former allies. These two were the strongest ancients of the entire group. The High Priest Elder and his disciple Janos, through lies and manipulations, pitted former allies against each other. A struggle for the right to get out of prison began, which eventually weakened the rebels. Thanks to this, Elder was able to absorb enough souls to create a way out of the prison. However, he couldn't leave this place now. New forces bound Elder , preventing him from leaving this prison . However, his disciple could still use this passage. Using his power, Elder freed Janos to start preparing everything for his escape from the other side. However, Janos was thrown into the architects' dimension, where he was captured and turned into another kind of ancient.

Despite all this, Janos was able to hide his true identity from his new owners. He used the circumstances to his advantage by getting the position of a middle class soldier, and also gradually learned new magic. Over time, Janos realized that he did not need an old teacher, with new magic and new opportunities in combination with necromancy, over time he himself would lead a new council of vampires. However, at the beginning of the fourth era, everything changed. Janos immediately realized who this new oracle was, thanks to which the new vampires began to win so many victories. His new task was not only to lead the council, but also to hide his identity from the old teacher. In order to successfully arrange it in the future.

And yes, I will clarify Janos is the same ghost as Raziel. But unlike Raziel, Janos had his body and also more experience and practice with the magic of the underworld. Thanks to this, he not only repaired his body, but was also able to hide his essence from other creatures.

In the middle of the fourth era, Elder and Janos waged a secret war for the throne of the new council. It was a teacher-student war. Elder did not know that his former student was part of the new council, but he was very suspicious and tried in every way to hinder his progress. However, external circumstances prevented more than one of them from winning a complete victory. Janos was striving for power through hierarchy and Elder through manipulation and sacrifices to him . In light of which they had to work for a common goal in secret from each other. In the fourth era, they were able to introduce a new religion about the wheel of fate as a safe rebirth, which lured some of the kingdoms to their side. They also created a semblance of the council of nine and new pillars that had nine guardians. By that time, Janos was not yet the guardian of the pillars. In the end, it was Janos who found a new champion for the role of defender and helped him win his first victories.

Besides, it was Janos who insisted on providing the champion with new magic for the sword. In the late period of the fourth era, the first soul forges were created on the basis of necromancy and elemental magic. As a ghost, Janos realized the strength of the champion of the underworld. Even all the magic of the council will not be enough to break his blade, because it is powered by the spirit of an entire people. Then Janos turned to the architects for help and they changed the properties of the new sword with the help of the nexus stone. Now the sword did not protect but absorbed souls into itself, becoming stronger. The oracle predicted the meeting of the two champions at the dawn of a new era. The vampire from the underworld will have a green glowing sword, the champion of the new vampires will be armed with a soul reaver . One of the champions will fall. Janos realized Elder's plans, the outcome was not important, it was important that it would strengthen the faith of both peoples in the oracle and his wheel of fate. Then he decided on a desperate plan. In order for the power of the oracle not to become absolute, they needed a new common enemy, the role of which was perfectly suited by architects.

The creation of the cult of ancient vampires.

During his long years of service in the Council of Nine, Janos rose from the rank of a common soldier to one of the supreme military advisers. But it wasn't enough. He needed to directly influence the guardians of the pillars. However, the choice has always fallen on newborns by the pillars themselves. Over the years, the keepers have changed their posts, giving way to younger ones in the twilight of their years. They committed ritual suicides so that their souls would be accepted by the wheel of fate. Many keepers secretly disagreed with this state of affairs. Which is what Janos took advantage of. He used the prophecy of the coming war of champions as an excuse to seize power. Slowly, he convinced the keepers that the pillars belonged to them and not the other way around. And in light of the upcoming events, the ancient vampires will need more experienced guardians of the pillars. Over time, this initiative has yielded results. The Guardians accepted their roles as the new permanent leaders, and Janos was appointed their mediator between them and the other vampires. So Janos got a new position as the tenth guardian.

At this point, I am currently finishing the first half of the fourth part.

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[dorsey-divine]

(This is an artistic exercise, corrections on precise theology or correct theological interpretation- re: the bible is not always literal- are not welcome or needed, but your own theological fascinations/brain worms are most certainly wanted and welcome.)

I was raised catholic, and that deeply affects my art and the way I perceive other's art. Because of this I think about divinity, its nature, its place in the world, angels, and the nature of free will in the Bible quite often. Specifically how for several major characters (yes, characters, the bible is a book that at best is a heavy fictionalized version of certain real events and people) free will doesn't truly exist.

Did Lucifer really have a choice? Was his rebellion from God his own will or was it part of God's plan for the world? The structure of Christianity (and most Abrahamic faiths) requires God to have an enemy, a corrupter of His perfect design, so that the terrible actions of others can be justified under the worldview of the faith. God is omniscient, He knew that Lucifer would rebel and be cast down, and He needed that to happen so there would be an enemy deity, someone to blame. Was Lucifer meant to rebel? And God is all-powerful, he could destroy Lucifer, but he doesn't. So that he can continue to be the enemy and corrupt humanity? So God is never to blame?

Did Eve disobey God when she ate the fruit of knowledge, or was that still God's own plan? Why was the tree even in the garden in the first place? There's a whole world outside Eden. How did the snake enter the garden at all, if its purpose was to tempt? Surely a loving god would protect their creations from something that could harm them. Did God allow the snake in to test Eve, did He put it in the garden on purpose? Did He set humanity up to fail so that we would worship His greatness forever, always beneath Him? Groveling for his forgiveness and light from our first breath? For Christian doctrine to work humanity needs to be unclean, and for us to be unclean there must be an impetus. Did Eve truly disobey, or was the command not to eat the fruit a façade to cover up God's true intention? If He created everything, then He created sin. And why does Eve's sin taint us all? Why must we be at fault for sins not our own? Were they sins at all?

Mary was born without original sin in her soul because she was always meant to be the mother of God. Always. Gabriel came down from Heaven to ask her if it was what she wanted, but she was already chosen, her 'yes' meant nothing more than her 'no' would've. Could she have said no at all? The narrative is controlled by men, how can we know if her words are her own? What chance does the will of a teenage girl have against the Almighty God? The author of reality. And God could remove Eve's actions from all of us, but He doesn't, why? How can a loving God make that decree? How can a loving God give a mother her child and plan to take them away? How can he kill a child before their parents?

Judas is like Lucifer. Jesus Christ must be crucified in order for Him to take on and cleanse the sins of humanity, and to be crucified He must be betrayed. Jesus knows Judas will betray Him, he knew all along, for the Father and the Son are one in the same. Did Judas ever truly have a choice to follow Christ's teachings, or was his path already chosen for him, and was he forced along the road by fate's invisible hand? Did Jesus ever try to stray his friend from that path? Did Christ's infinite love fall short for Judas? In the face of the 'grand plan'? Did God lead him into sin and eternal damnation for the 'greater good' of humanity? Was he always meant to be the sacrificial lamb? Who truly died for humanity then? Jesus rose after three days and resides in paradise, but Judas remains in Hell forever because of the God he was meant to put faith in.

Did any of them have free will, or were they just playing their assigned parts? Like marionettes on strings, dancing and singing to a tune that is meant to look like one of their own creations. Were their lives forfeit for God to place himself on a cosmic throne? Are ours?

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[aster-riskite]

Cuddles

(Because I'm feeling self indulgent and touch-starved, take this for my day 1 piece :3) @spaus-week

He had been sitting there for hours, writing, rewriting, dotting the staff paper over and over to achieve something. But what? There was no point to it, he would only ever look at this piece and see a failure. This composition would never be perfect as it was. Maybe it was time to reconsider the sounds of the modern day, maybe even return to that era of structure and style that didn't fit much more than the art he wanted to create. Maybe he needed to give it up for now, laying down and accepting defeat, but what good would that be?

Then, bursting through the door, his beloved spaniard came to provide him with something to eat. Roderich had set Antonio on a fetch quest a while ago, feeling pangs of hunger in his fragile stomach. So, dutiful as he was to most everything else, Antonio took no less than an hour to return.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long!" The spaniard sighed, exhausted. "I felt stupid walking into those buildings and looking around and buying nothing. Nobody had what you wanted!"

"Felt?" Roderich scoffed.

"Aw, don't be like that." Antonio approached from behind, and Roderich let him. Good, this was a game, he thought. "I've been around the entire city looking for your very specific desserts, and all for what reward?" His hands snaked around the Austrian's body, holding him softly and swaying to the beats of his own heart. "The least I deserve is a kiss, no?"

"Hm, true..." Roderich took his own hands from the staff paper, inevitably relaxing into the sways of his own beloved. "But first, how about you take me away from here. I'm getting tired, and I'd like to rest."

"Rest how?" That could have meant anything from going out to eat to forsaking all dignity to sleeping.

"You decide. I'm so tired, I can't think straight." And those words were what damned Roderich to the act of being loved.

"Alright, I see." Antonio lifted the pianist, smiling in that stupid way he always did. He carried the man like a bride or a princess, letting him acquaint himself with the lack of control slowly. Most have known Roderich was prone to overthinking, but Antonio also knew that revoking the right to do anything would help him stop thinking so much. "No preference between the couch and the bed?"

"The bed sounds nice." Roderich muttered. He found himself incapable of struggling. Why would he, though?

"Bed it is." Antonio pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead, then carried both himself and the other to their shared bed. The pastry was even taken along, even in spite of the 'no food in bed' policy they instated. Comfort was inevitably prioritized over the efforts, and as it turned out, lying down and accepting that he had been defeated was far from pointless.

#they're soft because i feel soft. #that's all. #hetalia #hws austria #hws spain #spaus #spausweek #aster's risks and rewards

[sunnylands-world]

And another one, i read a lot of animagus storys, maybe something about that like sneaking to the other person as an animal etc <3

SOFT BLUE

Pairing: alpha Draco x werewolf fem reader

Summary: you're attracted to someone you've never seen in human form and your attraction to the said person may cost you everything and it's a risk you're willing to take…

Word count: 679

Warning: just some angst and fluff, implied sex at the end

Universe: werewolf

A/n: figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and bring alpha Draco to all of you. @dr4cosimp asked SECOND, I AM A SUCKER FOR COMFORT SO COULD YOU DO SOMETHING WITH ANGST AND THEN FLUFF AT THE END?? <3

You had no idea why you were so attached. Maybe it was the soft coat of snow-white fur or the ocean Blue eyes. Either way, no matter what people said about the giant wolf that would visit you, you still wanted to be near it. you knew it was dangerous but like a pull, to a wave, you'd still see the dog at night or during the day in the woods. it was like it would watch you. when you'd look out your window you were sure you saw it up in the mountains looking at you but when you'd blink it would be gone.

maybe you were hallucinating, possibly it was there. like a lover, he'd protect you when you trail the woods late at night. you'd lost track of how many times he'd saved you but in return, you'd bring him food when you could. At some point, you were banned from the woods. you missed the smell of salty lake water, the green of the trees and grass, and the scent of the animal you'd been chasing. He smelled something like safety and home. He'd become an addiction. you could see him running in the dark of night in your dreams. you could picture his human form glowing in the light of day.

The girls in your group swore you'd lost your mind, your parents were ashamed and disappointed because you'd turned down other males for someone who came and left. You felt starved without him. your tears were the only proof you'd seen him, the only thing proving he wasn't a fantasy. you weren't yourself. you mopped, seeming as though someone died and you guessed someone did. He did. your thoughts grew worrisome. had someone killed him on a run? was he running in another forest now? had he forgotten everything between you? perhaps he wasn't real.

eventually, you let the others convince you it was something you made up. you stopped checking for the white wolf. you didn't look out your window. you begin to get back in flow with your pack. even were due to be matched with someone your family decided would be a worthy mate. deep down inside you were aching, your heart was speared, still longing for him but you smiled and ignored the urge. your wolf was broken and no amount of late-night runs stopped your cries.

The wind through your fur wasn't taking away the stress like before. you whined in the dead of night in pain practically pawing away your sight as you lay in the cold solid water. something called to you, something eased the pain. your head shot up looking, ears on high alert for the howl you heard. you don't think you've ever run so fast. your legs were tired as you ran on all four and you were trying to push against the tide of air that was rather blinding with its chill of ice. you came to an abrupt stop upon seeing a human. but it wasn't just any human, it was him. His platinum hair and blue eyes were like a duplicated Version of the large dog you longed for. He was tall, soft looking, with pale skin and a strong structure to match.

his chest inhaled a breath seeing you, he stood like he'd seen someone he'd lost alive again. you eyed him with the same need as you shifted to your human form. the both of you rushed to each other, capturing the other in a breathtaking kiss. his lips were chapped and cold from the weather, his hands snaking around the curve of your waist causing you to let out a quiet moan from the touch. you're moving Like you'll run out of time and perhaps you will. maybe he'll leave you again but for now, you have him and that's all that matters as you fall into the snow using each other's body heat to keep warm. arguably you'll die out here in the winter woods and if you do you'll be with him.

Your mate.

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[ablincoln666]

A light in the Darkness

Part 8

**WARNING: Blood and Gore description

“Aziraphale, we need to talk to that child or else we are totally screwed.” Crowley stared at Aziraphale before snaking over to Muriel, trying to explain everything. 

Aziraphale drifted out to the bookshop, he found Annabelle sitting in a chair near the cluttered desk with a book in hand and the record player continuing to play music that reminded him of Crowley. She looked up and stared at him with a blank face. “How is it that you have so many books but not a single Neil Gaiman book, it’s almost disappointing.” She started at Aziraphale with a testing face, he slightly smiled at that. He sat down beside her and folded his hands and leaned forward with a sigh.

“Dear, you need to tell me,Crowley what is going on. We can’t help you if we don’t understand what is going on or…” “Or whatever the hell I am, you mean. I know you don’t have to stutter or try and explain yourself, I know. This is how everyone should act, and  I don't give a frick what you think of me just that you can help me.” Annabelle looked back down at her book before closing it and standing up. “Hey! Muriel Crowley, are you still back there cause you guys might want to hear this crap I’m about to spill!” Azirphale jumped at her shout to the back of the shop as Crowley and Muriel reappeared from the back and came around the books to join them. “Now I’m not going to make this long and ongoing but still this isn't going back to my birth or somethin’ weird' like that. Now I want to start with "don't go and get sappy on me. I'm used to the shit people say about me so I don’t want your sympathy or your apologies.” Annabelle starred at Aziraphale specifically and Crowley snorted in his hand trying to cover it.

Aziraphale frowned in his direction before letting Annabelle continue, “I want to get this straight that I’m here for your help and I would love for guidance with all of…” Annabelle gestured to herself “me I guess. So um let’s see it started at the beginning of this year. It was just me and my friends hanging out in the beginning of the school year and I don’t really know, all I really know is that I felt almost sick so I ran to the bathroom but I didn’t get sick, I didn’t even cough my guts out or something sick like. I was just crouching in one of the stalls of the girls bathroom and I was leaning against the wall and before I knew it I was lunged forward by a painful force. I started to feel a cold bloody pool around my shoulders and drip down my back from two great tears on my back, they were soaked with feathers and blood there were two bone structures coming out of them as mussels, and blood vessels formed magically around them and turned into full-on operating featherless wings. I was really just on the ground crying by the time that had happened and my friends had eventually tried to come find me but the girls' bathroom door was locked for some reason that I really couldn’t explain. I was covered in blood and sweat as the feathers began to grow out. Within the next five minutes, it was all over, the blood was gone, the bathroom stall was clean and I didn’t have any wings growing from my back.” Crowley stared, gapped-faced at Annabelle as Muierl looked shocked and Aziraphale looked utterly dumbfounded. “So, yeah, that explains the wings and the eye=s I guess just came with it, I don’t really know how to explain that they were just like this when I walked out of the stall and when I walked out of the bathroom my friends had no memory of what had happened or that I even was sick in the first place and the weirdest thing was that they didn’t notice the dark tinted glass I was miraculously wearing when I walked out. My parents made no comment and neither did my teachers or any other staff or family member up until now.”

Part 9 coming soon.......

#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #fan comic #creative writing #writers on tumblr

[jgmartin]

CACKLE HILL

[TW: graphic, gore]

The house sat as a broken, teetering tribute to the dead, perched atop Cackle Hill like a crown of rotting lumber. It was an old property. Shambling. Many years ago, it belonged to a wealthy aristocrat named Erich Cackle. The story goes that Erich had a taste for delicacies. He imported fine foods from all around the world, everything from snake wine to escargot.

Why?

Well, he loved to taste things. He delighted himself with new flavors, new culinary odysseys. At one point, he decided to try human meat. And at one point, he decided that he liked it very much.

Today, it’s estimated that over a hundred different corpses litter Cackle Hill. It’s officially recognized as a burial ground. A final resting place for a legion of people with no name and no history, no record of their existence besides the occasional femur rising from the dirt. One Halloween in 1989 though, Cackle House added a new page to its book of nightmares. A page that our town would never forget.

That night, four children climbed the hill. They crawled through the thickets and thorns that encircled the mound, and then crossed into the home of Erich Cackle himself. The infamous cannibal. All four of those kids? Massacred. They’re still finding pieces of them today.

Ever since, the house has been closed off. Out of bounds. The authorities claimed it was out of respect for the deceased, for the dozens of unmarked graves that covered the property, but the locals knew better.

The locals knew that Erich Cackle had never been tried for his crimes. They knew that he lived a full life, one with blood on his hands, hair in his teeth, and human flesh in his stomach. They knew that despite being dead for over a hundred years, Cackle still lived in his old house. They knew he watched the town from atop his hill– that he hungered for that most exquisite taste that he could no longer have.

Or at least, that’s what you’d hear on the playground. Around campfires. It’s what your older brother would taunt you with before turning off the lights for bed.

Stories like that were, and still are, magnets to children. I think that’s why our parents constantly regurgitated warnings to avoid Cackle Hill, to steer clear of it at all costs. But urban legends have a special pull on the sixteen-and-under crowd, and one night, many years ago, my friends and I learned we weren’t immune.

I think that’s why we did it, really. The three of us.

I think that’s why we crawled through the bramble that encircled the hill, why we suffered the thorns that pressed in on us like a barbed-wire fence, and braved the house of a cannibal on Halloween night. I think that’s why we made the worst mistake of our lives.

The passage up the hill was awful.

The thick bramble blotted out the moon like curtains to a window. We navigated by feeling alone with Landon in the lead, Wendy behind, and me in the rear.

A blanket of thorns pressed us down, preventing us from being able to even crawl. Instead we slid across the ground like worms. My heart worked overtime as my muscles burned, each movement more difficult than the last. It took us over an hour to make it up the hill, and once we did we needed another ten minutes just to catch our breaths.

As we did, we realized how isolated we were. At the top of the hill you couldn’t hear the cars zipping along the streets below, and even the army of trick-or-treaters looked like little more than smudges as they marched back home for the night.

It was just us there, all alone at the top of the world.

Well, us and Cackle House.

It stood twenty feet away, a tall, teetering structure with a crooked shadow. The front of it was adorned in broken windows and rotting wood. Its walls, now sagging and crumbling, looked to have once been painted white, but all that remained of that were chips of discolored beige.

I pulled my jacket tighter about myself. It suddenly felt cold. Frigid.

“I didn't think it was possible," Wendy remarked, "but this place feels even more haunted than it looks."

Landon smirked. “That’s just what they want you to think,” he said. “Dead people are just bones in the dirt, Wend. There’s no such thing as ghosts. My brother told me the only reason they say all of that stuff is because there’s actually a lot of valuable junk inside Cackle’s house– they just don’t want kids looting the goods."

Goods or not, it was hard for me to imagine looting anything from that house. It was a tight enough fit coming up here with just the clothes on our backs, let alone getting back down with a backpack full of antiques. The thorns had already cut my arms to ribbons.

“Whatever,” Wendy said. “Let’s just hurry up and get this over with. This place gives me the creeps!”

Landon rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a girl. Man up."

She planted her hands on her hips. "Ever notice how it's always the women who survive in horror movies? Maybe it’s because we're not idiots."

"Whatever you say," he said with a laugh, digging in his pocket and pulling out a flashlight. He flipped it in his hands. "If I was in a horror movie I'd probably outlive everybody– monster included.”

"Oh yeah?" I said. "And how's that?"

“Because,” Landon said simply, turning on the flashlight. “I always come prepared.” He stepped up to the battered front door and gave it a tug. It opened easily, inviting us with a low groan. He craned his head inside the doorway, sweeping the light around as if to make sure the coast was clear. Then, satisfied, stepped into the darkness.

I followed.

Inside, it was a mess. Cobwebs lined every corner of every ceiling, and what walls weren’t decorated in peeling paint were covered in faded graffiti. Beer bottles lay strewn about here and there. Old ones. Probably from a couple decades ago, back when the bramble wasn’t too overgrown to traverse. A scatter of chairs filled the dining room, three in pieces and spread out across the floor, and another bo-wlegged and weary, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Dust covered everything. Bugs skittered across the countertops, spiders and cockroaches alike, standing guard over a row of black-and-white photographs. Still lifes from a different time. One photo pictured a smiling man, his teeth a snaggle that jutted out in odd directions. The man’s eyes were sunken. Hollow. His fingers were long and skeletal, draped over the shoulders of two sullen-faced girls.

“That’s him,” Landon muttered. “Erich Cackle himself.”

Wendy shivered beside me. “Ugh. He looks even creepier than I imagined.”

I had to agree. There was something about the photo that made my insides squirm. Maybe it was the empty look in Cackle’s eyes, or maybe it was the fear that seemed to dance in the eyes of the girls. They looked uncomfortable. Deeply so.

“Those are probably girls he ate,” I said, my stomach turning. “Do you think they had any idea what he was going to do to them?”

Landon pulled open a drawer in the next room over. The kitchen. “Probably,” he said loudly. He appeared around the corner with a rusty carving knife, waving it around with an expression of mock-derangement. “Think he cut up any kids with this? Looks rusty. Could’ve been he never cleaned the blood off.”

“Oh, come on!” Wendy groaned. “Seriously, Landon. People were murdered in this house and you’re making more insensitive jokes than my dad. Put that thing back.”

“What, Wend?” Landon said with a cheeky smirk. “Everybody knows that Cackle loved chowing down on kids. Have you read his journal clippings? I found some online, and in one of em’ he said he thought kid meat was juicier than steak and twice as delicious.”

“Ew,” Wendy said, crossing her arms. “That’s disgusting. Even for you.”

Landon brought his arm to his mouth, and pretended to give it a chew. “Yum!” he said. “You guys want a taste?”

A clatter sounded from down the hall. My heart leapt into my throat, and I turned gazing down the dark corridor, terrified I was going to see Erich Cackle’s ghost.

“What’s up?” Landon asked me, taking his arm out of his mouth.

“Did you hear that?” I said.

“Hear what?” Wendy said, shaking her head.

“Be quiet for a second. Listen.”

We stood in silence. My ears strained, doing their best to parse through the pitter-patter of roving insects and the unremarkable groans of an old house settling. “It sounded like somebody dropped something,” I muttered. “Like they bumped into a table, and something fell off of it.”

“Ghosts? Oh, hell yeah!” Landon flipped the carving knife in his hand and tossed the flashlight to Wendy. She caught it with a frown. “Don’t worry,” he laughed. “If Cackle jumps out at us, I’ll gut him like this.” He pantomimed shoving the carving knife into his stomach, complete with a goofy, tongue-lolling expression.

Wendy groaned.

Air touched my neck. A soft breeze– but warm and humid. Like somebody’s breath. I gasped, wheeling around fast enough that I stumbled into Wendy.

Landon snickered. “Oh come on! Not you too, Ian. See what you’ve done, Wendy? You’re scaring him.”

Wendy shot him a scathing look. She turned to me, put a hand on my shoulder, “Is everything alright? You look stressed, Ian.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just… Don’t like spiders. Thought maybe I felt one land on me.”

“I don’t see any,” Wendy said, checking me over helpfully.

“Thanks.”

Landon heaved a sigh. “Alright, maybe you guys are right. I thought this place would be a little more haunted house and a little less… well, drug den.” He kicked an old beer bottle into the wall and it shattered. “This place is kinda just a giant moldy dump, isn’t it? Tell you guys what, why don’t we check out Cackle's bedroom, and if that’s a dud– we can head out.”

“Fine,” Wendy said, rolling her eyes. “Hurry up and get this over with. The longer we spend here the more I think I’m gonna get bit by a rabid racoon.” She pushed past him and opened a door at the end of the hallway. “Well?” she said, tapping her foot expectantly.

Landon shrugged, then took off toward the door. I followed him.

But then something hit me.

I doubled over, retching. The stench from the open door was unbearable. Rancid. Grotesque. It smelled like a blended mix of pig shit and perfume. I pinched my nose shut, gagging as I looked up at Wendy and Landon. They looked at me like I was having a fit.

“You don’t smell that?” I asked, grimacing.

They exchanged looks. Wendy shook her head. “No, I don’t smell anything– well, nothing new. Sorry, Ian.”

"Maybe your gigantic nose is just better than ours?" Landon offered.

“Oh screw off,” I grumbled, stepping toward the bedroom. "Let's just get this over with."

Landon grinned.

Cackle’s room wasn’t the mess I expected, but it certainly wasn’t in great shape. At its center was a large bed, draped in old blankets covered in fungus. Cockroaches roamed across the surface. As Landon swept his flashlight over them, they spread and scattered, disappearing off of the bed and beneath the floorboards. Wendy shuddered. “Disgusting…”

On either side of the bed loomed two large dressers, both finely carved. On top of them sat a forest of beer bottles. In the far corner, tucked away in a mess of cobwebs and dust, stood a tall mirror. A crack ran down its center. Curious, I decided to give the mirror a closer look, but the closer I got the worse the putrid smell became. My stomach twisted. The scent bordered on unbearable.

“Alright,” Wendy muttered. “There you go, Landon. We saw the bedroom and there’s no ghosts. Let’s go.”

“Hang on,” Landon said, passing her his flashlight. He slipped past me to more closely examine the mirror. He stopped in front of it and cocked his head to the side, gazing at his dusty reflection with strange fascination. He stood like that for several moments. Then his head snapped forward and he stared at the floorboards. He tapped his foot against one. It groaned. He tapped another, and this one replied with an echo.

“I think there’s something under here,” he said softly. He lifted his foot, then smashed it down on the suspect floorboard. Once. Twice. The board warped, but it didn’t break. He frowned.

I shifted, beginning to feel uneasy. “C’mon, man. We don’t need to trash this place any more than it already is. Let’s just get outta here.”

“One second,” Landon said, brushing past me and snatching the flashlight from Wendy. “Let me see if I can find a hammer first.”

Before either of us could protest, he was gone. His footsteps creaked along the twisting hallway before fading entirely. Wendy and I stood in the dark. I don’t think either of us dared to move, not when we’d already seen a handful of used needles scattered around the house. The only light we had came from scraps of moonlight, fractured and broken, filtering in through cracks in the boarded-up windows.

“Okay fine,” I said to her. “You were right. You’re always right. This place? It’s a total creepshow and we shouldn’t have wasted our time coming up here.” My nostrils ached with the smell of something rotting.

“I know,” she said tersely. “But you know how Landon gets. Once an idea enters his head, there’s no talking him out of it– we’ll just let him see what’s under the room, and then we’ll leave. Last thing we need is him throwing a hissy fit.”

“Good point.” The two of us stood there in silence, waiting seconds that turned into minutes that soon began to feel like hours. I didn’t know what Wendy was feeling. I never thought to ask. But I knew what I was feeling– terrified. I’d felt a creeping dread since first stepping into that room, and it had only gotten worse.

A creak of footsteps sounded from down the hall, coming our way. A flashlight glow appeared on the open door, growing brighter, casting a larger, more looming and twisted shadow as Landon neared. When he stepped back into the room, he looked odd.

It was his face, I think. It seemed different. It’s hard to describe, but the carefree aloofness I’d known in Landon since preschool was missing. Absent. Something had replaced it, and that something was calculated, serious.

“Ready?” Landon said, in a voice not at all his own.

Don’t trust him.

I whipped around. I’d just heard something… a voice, speaking to me. It wasn’t Wendy. It was a man, but I couldn’t place it for the life of me. My eyes scanned the bedroom. They drifted over the shadowy bulge of the bed, the towering dressers and then settled on that mirror. That awful mirror. It made my skin crawl just looking at it and then–

“Jesus!” I exclaimed, stumbling backward.

“What’s wrong?” Wendy asked, following my gaze to the cobwebbed mirror. “Was it another spider?”

I shook my head, my voice sputtering and panicked. “No. It was… It was a reflection, I think. I swear I just saw eyes in the mirror watching us.”

Landon clasped my shoulder, squeezing hard. “Poor Ian just needs a break from the scary bedroom. He can go down first.”

“What?” I said, feeling disoriented. My mind was still reeling from the shadow in the mirror. “Why me?”

“You're the tallest,” he reasoned. “Since we can’t tell how far the hole goes down, you’ll have the shortest drop.” He gave me an uneven smile. “Safety first, right?”

I looked at Wendy, but she knew as well as I did that Landon wasn’t one to be talked out of a plan. I sighed. The sooner I did this, the sooner we all left. “Fine,” I said, holding out my hand. “But I want the flashlight.”

“Sure,” he said.

I reached for it.

He pulled it back. “Not yet though. I’ll throw it to you once you drop down. I don’t want you falling on top of it and breaking it, not when we still need it to get out.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Landon didn’t seem at all like himself. This version was cold, indifferent, and uncomfortably calculating in ways I’d never seen my best friend act.

“He has a point,” Wendy said in a small voice. “Don’t worry, Ian. I’ll make sure he tosses it.”

“Whatever,” I said, shaking my head in exasperation. “Have it your way.”

Landon’s mouth split into a wide smile. He dropped to his knees and lifted his hammer over the floorboards. It came down with a deafening crack. The wood, old and rotten, splintered easily. As Landon smashed away at it, his expression turned ravenous, vicious, he seemed to take a bizarre pleasure in its destruction. Wendy and I watched. I still wonder if she saw in him the same thing I did then, but I never got a chance to ask her.

When Landon finished his work, he sat back on his heels. He panted, gazing at the jagged hole of splintered wood he’d carved into the floor, and said, “That should do it.” He lifted the flashlight and beamed it down into the hole. I couldn’t make out a damn thing. It was like the darkness was too thick for light to break through. Again, that feeling of deep unease ran through me.

“We’ll be right here,” Wendy said, squeezing my arm in encouragement. “Don’t worry.”

I shook my head, the insanity of the situation becoming impossible to ignore. I couldn’t do this. There was no way I was jumping down into a hole I couldn’t even see the bottom of– why was that so hard for my best friends to understand? “Look guys,” I said diplomatically, “I’m just not feeling it. I’m sorry but–”

A hand shoved my chest. Hard. I gasped, my mind spinning as I realized I was falling, as I realized one of my friends had just pushed me into the hole. I shot out my arms. I tried to catch myself on the sharp ridges of the hole, willing to suffer some cuts and scrapes if it meant saving myself a broken leg, but it was no use.

Screaming, I fell.

Pain found me. It ripped through my tailbone like a gunshot. I cried out, knowing I’d crashed into the bottom of that dark pit, and I wondered how far I’d fallen. My eyes blinked back tears. I couldn’t see a thing. The only thing I was aware of was how much pain I was in.

“Landon!” I heard Wendy shriek above me. “Are you crazy? You could've killed him!”

“Sorry, Wends!” he laughed, sounding more like himself… or at least, an approximation of himself. “I didn’t mean to shove him that hard. Scouts honor. I was only messing around!”

I groaned, looking at the two facing swimming in the darkness. Landon and Wendy. I must have only fallen six or seven feet, but it felt like an eternity. It was also too far for me to get back up on my own. I’d need to find a ladder, or a rope. I pushed myself to my feet to begin my search–

And crumpled to the ground.

“What’s wrong?” Wendy called.

I grit my teeth, whimpering in pain. “It’s my ankle,” I said. “I fell on it, and I think it might be broken. I can’t stand up.” I screwed my eyes shut, my eyes watering. I’d never broken a bone before.

“One second,” Wendy shouted. “I’m going to go find a step ladder”

She took the light and disappeared, leaving me and Landon alone.

“Thanks, asshole,” I seethed. “Why’d you have to push me? Are you nuts?”

But Landon didn’t respond. In the darkness, he appeared as little more than an unmoving silhouette, but somehow I got the impression he was staring at me. Like he could see me in a way I couldn’t see him. I heard him tap his hammer against the palm of his hand. I heard him begin to hum, quiet and soft.

“Have you got your phone on you?” I asked, swallowing my pain. “You might need to call my parents– not sure I can make it out of here. Even with a ladder.”

Landon didn’t answer. He continued to hum, slapping his hammer against his palm. My skin crawled. He was watching me. I knew that. I could feel it.

“I’m talking to you!” I shouted, my pain burning through my patience. “Are you listening? I’m fucking hurt because of you asshole, so stop being a creep and answer!”

No, a voice whispered.

I froze. The voice hadn’t come from Landon above – it had come from down here.

My heart pounded. I stared blindly into the darkness, doing my best to parse through the shadows but couldn’t see a thing. A dull thud met my ears. It sounded close. I shifted backward, sliding away from it only to hear what sounded like breathing in the dark. Heavy, ragged breathing.

“Hello?” I gasped.

Something shifted in the black. It sounded like footsteps sliding through dirt, moving slowly, steadily in my direction.

“Landon…” I stuttered. “There’s somebody down here, man!”

No response. Landon kept humming, kept tap tapping his hammer against his palm.

Once again I tried to push myself to my feet. Once again, pain exploded across my ankle. I collapsed into a heap of hyperventilating terror. That thing, whatever was down here with me, shuffled closer still. Panicked, I scanned the dirt floor with my hands, feeling for something, anything, that I could use to defend myself. A rusty knife. A big rock.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Wait.

What was that?

My hands closed around something long. Metallic.

A screwdriver.

“Hey,” Wendy’s voice called from above. “You still alive down there?”

“Get me out of here!” I shouted. “There’s somebody fucking down here!”

Wendy blinded me with the glow of the flashlight beam. “That’s odd,” she muttered. “What’s somebody doing down there?”

What– how the hell was I supposed to know? “Wendy I’m ser–”

“–did you happen to see this mirror, Ian? The one in the bedroom?” Her voice sounded distant. Dreamy. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it’s a real beaut. Now, can you please get me the fuck out of here like RIGHT NOW?”

Why was it so difficult for them to understand I was in trouble down here?

In danger?

Something crashed next to me. I scrambled from the sound, realizing moments later it was the legs of a ladder. The ladder creaked and groaned, its frame bending as Wendy clambered down it, followed by Landon. He jumped onto the dirt.

“You nearly bashed my brains in!” I shouted, furious.

“What is this place?” Landon muttered, ignoring my outburst. “It feels nice. Drafty.”

I studied him warily in the flashlight glow. What had gotten into him? Landon was acting totally bizarre– calling this place nice, drafty? “No idea,” I seethed, “but I think there’s somebody down here so hurry up and help me out.”

“Heard you the first time, Ian,” Wendy said, sweeping the flashlight over the musty crawl space. The beam revealed several thick wooden support frames, stacked together close enough that they almost resembled a twisting corridor. A labyrinth. Scattered all across the ground were fat feces and animal bones.

But no sign of anything else.

Wendy brushed past me, her eyes almost as wide as the smile she wore. Minutes ago, she’d seemed to detest this house, but now she seemed in awe of it. “It’s a total maze,” she breathed. “This crawl space just goes on and on, doesn’t it? There are so many twists and turns down here. I bet you could get lost.”

“How much do you wanna bet there’s something incredible down here?” Landon asked, looking at her with wild eyes. “I bet we could find some old handbags made of human skin if we poked around. A souvenir like that would sell for big bucks.”

“Why don’t we have a look?” Wendy suggested.

Landon and her linked arms.

The idea of Landon going into the dark with Wendy made my skin crawl. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but this Landon wasn’t the Landon I knew, the Landon I grew up with. He was something different. Maybe, something dangerous. Not a minute ago he’d nearly caved my skull in by dropping a ladder on it.

“Don’t,” I said.

The two turned to look at me. Their faces were hard to see beyond the glare of the flashlight, but they looked somehow hollow. Vacant.

“Why?” asked Landon darkly.

“Because I wasn’t kidding before. I saw something down here earlier. Maybe it was just an animal and you two scared it off, but what if it wasn’t?” I swallowed. “Look, let’s just get out of here. It’s late. I’m hurt. Help me up the ladder and let’s all go home? Please?”

Wendy eyed me. “You saw something down here?”

“Well, no. I meant to say I heard something–”

Landon slapped a hand on my shoulder. “Ease up, Ian! We won’t be long. Just do us a favor and try not to piss your pants while we’re gone. The last thing I need is you reeking like a diaper while I’m carrying you down the hill.”

Wendy laughed.

The two took off, their silhouettes shuffling between the support beams, before disappearing around a sharp bend. I swallowed. My skin prickled with goosebumps, and I became acutely aware of how thirsty I felt. Sitting here like this, it was worse than any broken bone. Here, alone in the dark, I felt vulnerable. Open.

A minute passed.

Then a few more.

“Guys?” I called. I couldn’t see the glow of their flashlight anymore. How far did this crawl space go on exactly? It seemed much larger than the footprint of the house above, but maybe I was just imagining things–

Wait.

That sound.

My heart raced, my pain fading beneath a wave of adrenaline. It was the breathing. The same heavy, ragged breathing I’d heard in the darkness before had returned. Except this time it was closer. This time it was next to my ear.

I lashed out. My arm swung in the direction of the breath, my screwdriver held firmly in my grip, but I connected with nothing but open air. “Wendy!” I shouted. “Landon! There’s something here!”

They didn’t respond.

“I’m serious!” I said, and by then I was practically screaming. “Get back here! I’m not kidding around!”

Silence.

Then, from the shadows, a voice. This one high-pitched. Childlike.

Run, it told me. Run now, and don’t stop.

I scrambled away, putting my back against a support beam. I felt like a cornered gazelle. Where was Wendy? Landon? They had to have heard me by now, I’d been shouting at the top of my lungs…

Another voice reached my ears. This one a voice I recognized, and somehow, that felt all the worse.

Landon.

His voice was low, quiet. He sounded like he might be just ahead of me, somewhere in the near that sharp bend where I’d watched him and Wendy disappear just minutes earlier. He’d turned off the flashlight, though. Without it, I couldn’t see a thing.

“Now that we’ve got him here,” Landon said, “I think I’ll bash his brains in. Tenderize them. Then, I’ll give you the first bite.”

“No,” Wendy replied, her voice reverberating all around me. “I want to cut him open and see how much I can eat before he dies.”

“Greedy,” hissed Landon.

“I thought the whole point of bringing him here was so we could take our time?”

“It was, but I wanted to play with his brain, not stir up his guts.” Landon grunted. “Where did you put the saw?”

This didn’t sound a thing like the friends I knew, yet it was unmistakably them. My body quaked. It trembled. Running on instinct, I shot toward the ladder, pain be damned, and gripped the highest hand-hold I could reach. With an agonized groan, I heaved myself upward.

The rung shattered.

I crashed to the dirt, crushing my ankle beneath me for a second time. I screamed in pain. In the dim light spilling from above, I could barely make out the specter of a jagged bone piercing my skin.

“Help!” I shrieked, praying somebody might be walking by Cackle Hill. Maybe they’d hear me. Maybe they’d come rushing up and burst in and–

No. It wasn’t any use. I knew full well that it was late, much too late for people to be going for a stroll near Cackle Hill. And even if they were– how were they going to help? It took the three of us an hour just to make it through the bramble to the house. I didn’t have an hour.

I wasn’t sure I even had a minute.

The sound of footsteps met my ears, accompanied by a low humming. A figure approached in the darkness. Wendy.

“He’s kinda cute when he squirms,” she said.

She held something, patting it against her side. A saw. Rusty, and metal.

“Wendy,” I said, lips trembling. “Stop messing around, alright? I’m not kidding. I’m hurt, and I need help. Okay?”

But Wendy didn’t answer. Instead, she took a shambling step forward, her head snapping to the side, her body moving like a puppet on strings. Her tongue darted across her lips. They split into a manic smile.

Landon stepped into view beside her, his hollow expression lit up by fractured moonlight falling from the hole above. He slapped the head of his hammer against his palm. He hummed along with Wendy, the same song, but out of sync. Detached. Empty.

It matched the expression across his face.

I knew then that my friends were gone– something had crawled beneath their skin and stolen their faces. Something had taken them. Possessed them.

“Let’s savor this, Ian” Wendy. “You and me. Let’s try to enjoy this moment as much as we can, okay?”

“What… the hell does that mean?” I whimpered.

“He’d like an example,” Landon said, “Go on. Don’t be shy, Wend.”

Wendy’s tongue fell out of her mouth. It slowly swept up and across her lips, and all at once, she lunged at me. I shrieked in agony. Her sawblade dug into my shoulder. She carved it back and forth. I roared as it tore into my skin, my blood seeping down my chest and through my jacket.

“Stop!” I screamed, writhing.

But Wendy was gone. My friend was gone. This monster wearing her face stared at her work with manic glee, utter derangement dancing in her eyes as she did her best to tear my arm from my body.

My other hand, still gripping the screwdriver, moved on instinct. I swung at her. I swung with everything I had. I heard a wet popping sound, then watched as Wendy’s mouth dropped open. The gleam in her eyes died. She teetered on top of me for a moment, before falling forward with a soft groan.

A river of red flowed from the side of her head, the screwdriver wedged firmly in her skull. Her blood dripped onto my face. My eyes. I gagged, crying out as I tried to push her off, but Landon was quicker. He clambered on top of her corpse, knocking the wind from me in the process.

“Don’t you ever fucking relax?” he said.

I grunted, twisting and writhing. It was useless. In my state, moving Wendy’s body was hard enough, but both of their weights combined were impossible.

“Your friend wants me to tell you it’ll be easier if you close your eyes,” Landon said, raising the hammer. “But I disagree. I like seeing the lights go out.” He brought it down on my forehead with a crack.

My vision blurred. His silhouette became a mess of shadows. Everything from smells and sounds and even the sickening taste of Wendy’s blood became a slurry of madness. Faintly, I could tell Landon was lifting his hammer again. I could tell her was looking to finish me off.

My hands scrambled across the dirt floor. I felt around desperately, searching for anything I could protect myself with– and my fingers closed around something small. Something sharp.

Landon swung. This time I swung with him, throwing my hand upward, jabbing at him– no, jabbing into him. His eyes went wide in shock.

But it wasn’t enough. I was too slow.

The hammer struck my temple, and my world faded to black.

I awoke to a bright room, with dozens of lights shining down on me. I tossed and turned in an ocean of sheets. My head pounded. I felt disoriented– like I was still half asleep.

“Oh, Ian!” a comforting voice said. “You’re awake!

The voice was cozy, familiar. It felt warm to my ears.

My mother.

I blinked, becoming aware of her rushing to a man in the corner of the room. Get the nurse, she told him. And hurry! The man did not seem happy, but he listened to her all the same.

As my vision adjusted, I realized I knew that man too. He was my father.

My dad left the room, the double-wide doors swinging behind him. A moment later, he returned with another man in light-blue hospital scrubs.

“How do you feel?” my nurse asked. He buzzed around me like an over-vigilant hornet, checking the readings of various instruments as he made notes on his clipboard.

“I feel… a little woozy,” I told him. “Sick.”

He nodded. “I’m not surprised. You suffered a severe concussion.”

“Oh?” It was all I could manage.

“Your skull is fractured,” he explained. “But it looks like you’ve avoided the worst of it. No brain damage. You’re likely to experience migraines for some time, however. Do you know what a migraine is, Ian?”

I tilted my head up and down. Even nodding was difficult. My whole world remained a blur– so much so that I almost missed another person entering the room. A woman. She was wearing a dark jacket, with stern eyes. I didn’t recognize her.

“Where’s Landon?” I croaked to my mother. “And Wendy? Are they okay? I had a really bad dream and–”

My mother choked back a sob.

The woman with stern eyes cleared her throat. She put a hand on my mother’s shoulder, and stepped forward to the side of my bed. “Hello Ian, I’m a detective with the police. I’d like to ask you a couple of questions, if you’re feeling up to it?”

“Sure…” I mumbled.

“I need to know if you remember anything about Halloween.”

I wracked my mind. Thinking was hard. The landscape of my thoughts felt like quicksand, falling through my fingers as soon as I reached out to them– but then certain pieces began to jump out at me. Memory fragments.

“I remember going up Cackle Hill,” I said, slowly. My eyes cautiously swiveled to my father, quite certain I was going to be grounded for life for just admitting I’d trespassed on that property. But my father didn’t get upset. He just stood there, gnawing at his lip. I decided to take that as a good sign, and pressed forward. “I went into the house with my friends Landon and Wendy. It was pretty gross. All we saw was some old photographs, a lot of spiders, and this creepy old mirror that…”

I paused.

There was somebody else there with us, wasn’t there? A voice, I thought. A presence.

“So far that matches what we have,” the detective said, referring to a notepad in her hand. “Around 2 a.m., we received several 911 calls from residents in the vicinity of Cackle Hill, claiming they heard shouts for help. Four officers were dispatched to the house via helicopter. They located you unconscious in the crawlspace.”

I took a sharp breath. It was only then I realized I had plastic tubes stuffed into my nostrils, rigged to an oxygen unit next to my bed. Breathing felt difficult. Harder than I remembered.

The detective cleared her throat. “We found you lying beneath the bodies of Landon Mattews and Wendy Song.”

My heart pounded. Somewhere in the room, a machine began to beep more rapidly. “What happened?” I asked, panic slipping into my voice.

The detective exchanges a look with my mother. She takes a deep breath. “Your fingerprints were found on an old screwdriver and a rusty nail. Do either of those objects mean anything to you?”

My thoughts raced. “Should they?”

“Presumably. They were the objects you used to murder Wendy Song and Landon Matthews, respectively.”

I sucked in another sharp breath. Machines sang throughout the hospital room, their choruses rising to shrill new heights. I suddenly felt hot. Unwell. I’d killed my friends– murdered them. It was enough that I felt numb all over, like my entire body had been crushed beneath the weight of the nightmare itself.

Like it wasn’t even there.

“What we’ve been so far unable to explain, however,” the detective continued, “is the fact that both Landon Matthew’s and Wendy Song’s corpses were partially consumed at the time they were located. Their faces, particularly their cheeks, had been badly bitten. We found traces of their DNA in your teeth, and presently, we believe we’d found evidence of their consumption in your stomach.”

I wanted to vomit.

My mother stepped forward. She raised a hand to the detective, and spoke with a hoarse, broken voice. “That’s enough,” she said. “He doesn’t need to hear that. Not now.”

No, I didn’t need to hear that. Not now. Not ever.

But the detective paid my mother a frown. “Unfortunately, he does. Based on lab analysis of the bite marks, it’s likely that your son not only murdered his classmates– but partially cannibalized them. I’d like to know why. So, I think, would their parents.”

My head spun. How could this be happening? I’d never– there was no way…

“Jesus Christ!” my father shouted, shocking me. My father was normally a quiet, stern man and difficult to get a rise out of. “Look at him, lady! You think he had a choice? You think he crawled underneath their bodies? No! They were trying to fucking kill him and he defended himself!”

My mother pressed a soothing hand against my dad’s chest. She leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. It seemed to calm him somewhat. But only barely.

“Self defense is entirely legal,” the detective agreed, “but cannibalism is not self-defense.” She rounded on me, getting right up next to my bedside, leaning down so that her and I were eye level. “But the thing I’d like you to help me understand, Ian, is who the other bite marks belonged to.”

“O-other bite marks?” I sputtered.

“Yes. In addition to those found on their cheeks, your friends also had bite marks on their arms and legs. Strips had been torn clean. Who attacked them in such a savage manner is something that we’ve thus far been unable to determine, but we do know those marks were made by human teeth.”

A shiver ran through me, but whether it was the drugs coursing through my veins, or the sheer horror I felt, I barely registered it. My body felt frozen. Unable to move.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m sorry… I didn’t see anybody else.”

“You’re certain?”

Something bubbled up inside of me. Horror, frustration, self-loathing and shame, coalesced into something like rage, and I finally snapped. “Why would I lie to you?” I shouted. “My best friends are dead and I’m sitting here with a busted ankle and tubes sticking out of me, and you’re telling me I ate them, and now you’re calling me a liar?” Tears poured from my eyes. My mouth trembled with sobs. “What’s wrong with you?”

The detective’s mouth fell open. “You didn’t… feel it then, did you?”

I blinked back the tears. “Feel what?”

She looked to my mother and father, and then to the nurse. Her eyes swam with horror. All three of them looked away from the detective, almost as though they couldn’t bear to get involved.

“I’m sorry to be the one to show you this,” she said, eyes downcast. Reluctantly, she pulled back the sheet covering my torso. With every inch the sheet moved, my heart pounded.

I watched it pound.

I watched my lungs contract and expand. I watched my body, or what was left of it, go about its business as though my torso were transparent and not split open. Tubes spilled out of me from all angles. So many of my organs were missing.

Along with my arms. My legs.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I couldn’t even bring myself to cry. It was all I could do to stare at my hollowed out body in silent horror.

“Whatever took those bites out of your friends…” the detective began, unease in her voice. “We think they also dismembered you, Ian.”

She paused. Gave herself a moment to take a deep, shuddering breath. “They chewed your limbs to the bone, then laid them next to you in a cross. We discovered a small incision made into your side. From what the surgeon suspects, that incision was used to reach inside of you and pull out pieces of your organs. Not enough to kill you. Just enough to taste.”

The detective lowered her eyes

“We found your appendix partially devoured on the far side of the crawlspace, as well as various pieces of your large intestine scattered throughout the house. All partially consumed. Mercifully, your wounds had been cauterized. That’s probably the only reason you're still alive and breathing."

My mind felt blank. I couldn’t process what she was saying. Sure, it was true that I was alive, but did that matter anymore? Could I even exist in a state like this? Existential panic like I’d never felt began to crash in on me like a collapsing dam.

"Ian," the detective said. "If you have any idea who did this to you, I need to know now. Whoever did this to you could be out there intending to hurt more people.”

Whoever did this to me?

My heart pounded. I watched it beat, thump thump, and I knew the detective was right– whoever did this would hurt more people. Maybe not today. Maybe not for another decade even. But they would, eventually.

I knew that for certain.

"Ian?" the detective pressed. "Please. Our clock is ticking on catching this monster– anything you know. Anything you can remember. Do you know who did this to you?”

Of course I did.

I think everybody in that room knew, even if they didn't want to admit it. All of them, standing there and looking at me like I was the victim of some sick junkie or escaped asylum patient. None of them wanted to believe the truth. None of them wanted to accept the fact that the man who fed on my insides was already dead.

He'd been dead for over a hundred years.

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[toracainz]

Tell Me Where to Put My Love pt3

You and Steven haven’t been together very long, but that won’t stop either of you from fighting tooth and nail for a chance at a future together.

Series Masterlist

Part 2 - Everything I Thought I Knew Has Fallen Out of View

Part 3 -  Different Kind of Danger in the Daylight

Part 4 -  Unavailability Is The Only Thing That Turns You On

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Married relationship. Use of term “priest” in a gender neutral sense. Discussion about cheating. Discussion about homewreckers. Canon typical violence in later chapters. Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Actually had some friends proofread this chapter for me lol hope you all like it!

Sand.

Stars.

Soft breeze.

A structure in the distance.

Panic and uncertainty. You have to reach the structure. Something terrible. Bad. Must hurry.

You struggle to your feet in the shifting sand. Gazing up at the night sky you feel the flutter of the ceremonial priest robes you often don when defending dreamers from vicious nightmares. Looking around you see the vast expanse of a desert, the night sky giving a soft blue-ish, purple hue to the sands. Trudging towards the structure, fighting against the ground beneath you, things seem off.

Am I getting any closer? Is it getting further away? I have to get there. But why? Where am I? Doesn’t matter, I have to get there. Danger. Hurry.

You’re not sure, but the sky seems different. Frozen, but it appears stretched, almost as if it was a picture taken from a moving car. Wait, it's not quite frozen, it’s shifting slowly. Is this how it looked when Steven helped Khonshu move the night sky?

Steven.

Steven’s at the structure. He’s in danger. I have to hurry! Ammit! He’s going to get shot by Harrow, I have to hurry!

You try to run, fumbling through the sand. Is it getting deeper? No, it’s fine, just run. Just as it seems the structure wasn’t getting any closer, suddenly you’re in front of it. The gates to what appear to be a temple. On either side, two incredibly large statues depicting Ammit in her multi-animal form, mouths wide open as if attacking those who get too close.

There.

There he is, standing at the entrance to the temple, about to go inside. Steven!

But, who’s that with him? Is that…?

Layla.

You can’t quite make out her features, but your heart tells you it’s her. You recognize the mane of hair Steven had described. You have to go to them, they need help, Harrow and his men…the hekka priests…Harrow…Ammit.

Now a few steps away from where Steven and Layla stand, they face each other, not noticing your presence. You try to step forward when you’re suddenly grabbed and held in place. A strong arm wraps around your torso pulling you into a firm chest. The other hand, snaking around, grabbing your face harshly, your mouth covered by the large calloused hand, holding your gaze on them. Holding it on Steven and Layla.

“He kissed her. He had you waiting for him and he still kissed her. We don’t need you. He doesn’t need you. We have her. What can you do that she can’t do better?”

Though you’d only heard it once, Marc’s voice now feels like acid being poured in your ear as you struggle against him. Watching as Steven and Layla step closer, embracing each other passionately. You continue to fight and struggle and scream, but you go nowhere and hear nothing.

They’re gone now. All of them. You collapse into the sand, the structure nowhere to be seen.

Alone.

Alone, again, but more so.

Cold. Alone.

A shiver rocks through you. Was it the temperature dropping or your emotions fighting to escape?

You stay there for so long. So, so long. The sand has covered the tops of your legs as you sit there in the sand, letting it consume you.

Warmth. Comfort. Companionship.

The sun just begins to rise on the distant horizon turning the strange night sky into something else. A blanket of pinks, oranges, and magentas begin to spread. You don’t have to look, his presence is strong behind you.

“Why do you allow such visions to play out, child? You have more than enough power to prevent such nightmares.”

Tears. Tears? When did you start crying? You go to wipe them away when his furred hand reaches out to help you up.

“Why torment yourself further, child? You must wak…”

Your puffy and tired eyes struggle to open. With a deep breath and sniffle you begin to rouse yourself back into the waking world. Sitting up felt as difficult as running through the sand had been. Rubbing your eyes you see him there at the foot of your bed, kneeling to be closer.

Tutu.

“There now, child. You mustn’t let such visions torture you. I have taught you before how to dispel such nightmares.”

“I know…I know, I just…”

“Such visions will only drag out the pain. There is nothing that can be done about what has already transpired. We can only move forward now. Which direction you move, is up to you.”

Pulling the blankets off, you sit on the edge of the bed rubbing your head, before grabbing the painkillers and water from your bedside table. You would normally be getting ready for work, and you had tried to do that, but as the day got closer for…her…to arrive the worse you felt, so you called in sick. You really felt sick, nausea, headaches, fatigue. The dreams didn’t help. You hadn’t talked to Steven since that afternoon. Why did that feel so long ago?

“Do I really want to talk to her? I said I wanted to talk about this, but is it worth talking about? He didn’t…sleep with her. He kissed her, but that was still WAY out of line, right?” Wandering your way into the kitchen, Tutu now kneels in the living room. “And what about her? What is she going to think about me? If I go over there will I be walking into a lion’s den? From what Steven told me she can be ferocious and headstrong. And I…I’m not like that. Everything Steven said Layla was, I’m almost the opposite of it. Can I even compete with that?”

You start to make some toast, getting out butter, jelly, and anything else that looks remotely appetizing but won’t upset your stomach.

“I guess I just want to hear her side? I don’t know why, but…ugh!! I just can’t imagine him with someone else!! It hurts more than anything any nightmare has done. He kissed someone else and I still want him…all to myself…God I sound like a selfish child. I should be so furious with him that I never want to see him again but all I want is for him to be here and hold me and tell me everything will be alright. God I’m so…so foolish.”

The god merely hums in response, acknowledging that he’s listening. Oftentimes, talking through your racing thoughts helped to ease the strain they put on your mind. He was more than willing to listen. You didn’t have many friends, a few close friends, but you kept to yourself most of the time. Tutu did not interact with the other gods often either, not like he used to at the height of their reign, you were the closest thing he had to a friend? A companion? You were his avatar yes, but he did enjoy your company, your dreams. He would listen and offer what advice he could as long as you would have him.

With a sigh you plop onto the couch putting on some random cartoon channel just to fill the silence. You nibbled on your makeshift breakfast, thoughts loud in your mind trying to organize your feelings.

“I mean, I still love him right? I was so worried about him when he was gone. Tutu, he died. If he wasn’t an avatar, if…if Layla hadn’t released Khonshu then…he’d still be in that tomb. He’d be gone and I would have never known what happened to him. But he’s here, he’s alive, he’s breathing, and he…the look on his face when he told me, when I told him to leave.” You ate slowly as your stomach began to churn again. Deep breaths, deep, deep breaths. “I still love him. Why else would this hurt so much?”

“Hmm. You feel as though there is nothing to be done. You have accepted that you have lost him again. That this ‘Layla’ has won. If you truly do not want to lose him…then fight.”

Fight.

Could you really? Could you not only fight past your own doubts, feelings, and insecurities to muster up enough courage to fight for him? Was he willing to fight for you? What would a relationship like this look like? Maybe that’s why you wanted to meet with them, to find out. Otherwise you would never know. If you broke up with Steven, oh how that thought hurt, you would never know if this sort of thing could work. You had to go and you would. You hoped you were strong enough.

~*~*~*~

Marc returned to the flat with his lunch, setting it on the counter before going to feed Not Gus and his friend. He sighed looking at his reflection in the tank. It was just him, no one else. Steven hadn’t fronted since that afternoon, he hadn’t really spoken much either. To say Marc was worried would have been to point out the obvious.

“Come on, buddy, say something. Anything.” With a sigh he returned to his lunch, burger and chips. Simple pleasures. Marc turned on the radio trying to find anything worth listening to. He didn’t like the silence. After their experience in the Duat Marc really did like having Steven so close. He truly wasn’t alone, he had someone right there with him. Hard to believe this was how things were before, when Steven didn’t know. Marc would go days, weeks, months without “hearing from” Steven. Other than his own thoughts, things were quiet. Now, that silence was uncomfortable and meant that something was wrong.

Shaking his head he takes out his flip phone he miraculously didn’t lose it like Steven had lost his, but then again Marc was used to going on missions, used to making sure things were secure and where they needed to be (we’re not going to bring up when he dropped the scarab…it wasn’t Steven’s fault). It didn’t take long to land on Layla’s number before putting the phone to his ear. Leaning back in the chair eating a chip, Marc could never get used to calling them that, he listened to the phone ring before he heard her voice.

“Hey, Marc! What? Couldn’t wait any longer to hear my voice?” She smiled into the phone as she finished packing an artifact into a crate motioning to someone that the crate was ready. “We’re almost done here, so I’m on schedule to come back to London. How are things there? You and Steven haven’t tried to kill each other yet have you?”

He chuckled while taking a sip of his soda. “Nah not yet. We’re trying an alternating schedule. Seems to work pretty well, but if either of us plan on getting an honest job we either need a forgiving schedule or figure out a better schedule between us.”

“Well for now it’s good that you too are getting along. Both you and Steven deserve some rest after the nonsense you both have been through.” Tussling her hair she recalled the past few weeks' events. Even with knowing about Marc’s vigilante work as Moon Knight, she would be lying if she said the events that unfolded weren’t unbelievable. After all, she herself had become an avatar and helped to seal an ancient god in the very cultist that had freed her.

“I don’t disagree with you there. But uh…” Marc fell silent. He needed to tell Layla about you and about the upcoming dinner date. He didn’t want her to be blindsided, Layla being backed into a corner would only make her more ferocious. He liked that about her. How she was ready to fight when needed, ready to defend the people she cared about and those that couldn’t protect themselves. Even before the battle in Cairo, Layla had courage to spare.

“Marc? ‘But’ what? What’s wrong? Talk to me…”

She had the patience of a saint, Marc was sure. Layla was willing to give him a second chance and was more than willing to help him figure out how he and Steven could live their lives. Marc hoped she would have the patience for what he was about to tell her.

“Yeah uh…yeah sorry. Um, you remember back when you first met Steven. He mentioned he had a uh…a friend?”

The other side of the line was quiet for a moment, “yes, I remember. Marc, what happened?” Marc could imagine the look on her face. Layla was trying to keep a neutral look despite him not being there in front of her, she had to stay calm…for now. She didn’t need the people around her snooping on her personal business.

“Nothing happened. Nothing, don’t worry about it. I just, well Steven he…” Marc took another swig of his soda, rolling his eyes before looking at the clock. Five o’clock somewhere right? He sighs getting up to go grab a beer from the fridge. “We…he ran into them the other day, told them everything. About me, Cairo, Ammit, Khonshu…the whole thing.”

“Okay, so what happened?”

“Well…Steven‘s been hanging out with them. He uh…left out the part where, well where you and I were still married. He told them the other day and…they were really upset and I haven’t heard from Steven since then.”

Again, silence as she took in the information. She waved off someone she was working with as she turned to find a more private place. Marc couldn’t see it but he could imagine the stern look on her face. “So, what are they still around? Did they break up with him?”

“Um…no. No, they didn’t. Actually, I had invited them over so they could meet you. I did that before Steven came clean about us, but they still seem like they’re willing to come over and meet. I just…well I wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Heads up? Marc, what exactly is going to happen at this ‘meet up’? Is…is Steven wanting to be with them? How would…how does that work? I mean what does that mean for you? For us?”

“That’s what I was thinking we could talk about after you two are properly introduced. I don’t know what will happen or how this will work, but I mean, it’s something…it’s something we need to talk about.”

Layla’s jaw set, nose flaring a bit as she looked around the room biting the inside of her mouth. Eyes blinking wildly as she shook her head. “Yeah I, I guess so. Yeah, alright. We can talk more about it when I get back. I have some more things to handle before I leave…I’ll see you soon, Marc.”

“Yeah, baby. I can’t wait. Be careful okay?”

She scoffed, but Marc could hear her smile. “Don’t worry about me. Talk to you when I get back. Bye, Marc.” With that she hung up leaving Marc in silence again. The radio droning about some sports news or something, he wasn’t paying attention as he sipped on the beer, moving him and his food to the couch.

~*~*~*~

It was past the time Marc usually went for dinner by the time he woke up from his spot on the couch. Dozing off after his lunch wasn’t really a bad way to spend the afternoon. He stretched from his seat on the couch with a groan moving his hair from his face.

“Steven?”

Nothing. All he could do was sigh and…what was that? He thought he saw…he did. Steven’s phone light was blinking. When he turned the phone over he saw a few notifications and a message from you.

[let me know if I should bring something for this dinner]

That was all it said. Marc was excited. Excited? He was surprised but also excited that you were sticking around, at least for now, to give it a shot. You made Steven happy, he couldn’t deny that and not having Steven around last few days really made Marc’s nurturing side go into overdrive.

“Hey, buddy, check it out. They texted you. Sounds like they’re still gonna come over…meet Layla. Come on, Steven, buddy, talk to me.”

Marc waited and waited. With a sigh he started to unlock Steven’s phone when he was suddenly pushed from the front. Steven stared at the message, thumbs twitching over the keyboard. What could he even say? He sat the phone back on the coffee table. Marc was a bit disoriented at first from suddenly being pulled from the front like that, not the first time it’s happened, but still jarring nonetheless.

“Hey, Steven, hey. Just tell them what they can bring or we can go out shopping and tell them not to worry about it.” Marc paused, feeling the heavy dread on his alter’s mind. “Talk to me, Steven.”

“What am I gonna do, Marc? What if they come over and, and just break up with me right in front of you and Layla? I can’t bear it. They hate me, I know they hate me, they should hate me. I’m a git, a right twit betraying their love like I did.”

Marc tried to get a word in while Steven started to self-destruct. He was alone with these thoughts the last few days and Marc was acutely aware of what that was like. “STEVEN!” He snapped, hoping to stun his alter enough to pull him out of his spiral, or at least stop him long enough to try and talk to him. “Listen, Steven, I don’t think they’ll do that. You know them, they’re too nice to do something like that. You heard ‘em, they said they still love you and that text confirms that they want to at least try and see what can be done to fix things and make this all work. I know it’s not the best…but it’s something.”

He nodded, trying to swallow the lump in this throat, tasting the remnant of Marc’s beer and, blegh, his burger. “…yeah…alright.” He paused a moment before picking up the phone with a sniffle. He typed a response, hesitating before hitting send. “Since when are you the voice of reason, hmm?”

[Don’t have to bring anything. I’ll take care of it all. See you then.]

“I’ve always been. You bout pissed our pants in the museum bathroom if I didn’t talk you down.” Marc chuckled, making Steven smile a little.

“In my defense, pissing your pants is a completely valid reaction for a simple gift-shoppist to have when being chased by a giant jackal beast.”

“Sure, Steven. Whatever makes you feel better, bud.”

Steven’s phone buzzes, light flashing.

[See you then.]

Steven let out a held, shaky breath looking at your response. Just those two sentences was enough for him to know you weren’t feeling well and still rightly upset. Steven knew your texting style, it was such a display of your personality. He could always tell how you were feeling by how your messages read. Happy, sad, tired, angry. This string of messages was a combination of emotions that he didn’t blame you for feeling. He knew he had hurt you and he hoped that you would forgive him, or at the very least give him the opportunity to make it right, make it up to you.

You truly were the best thing to happen to him. The way you met wasn’t something you’d see in the movies. It wasn’t exciting or flamboyant in any way. In fact, it was as simple and normal as any other day, perhaps that in itself was why it was so special. He leaned back on the sofa thinking about that time, letting himself smile at the memory.

Steven had been arranging some new knickknacks in their respective place at the gift shop, off in his own world and thoughts. Dreadful weather today, not that surprising for London, but it still didn’t stop bringing down the general mood. He slept like shit again last night and came in late again, shocker. The earful Donna gave him, bringing him down further than the weather already had.

You walked into the gift shop looking at the small trinkets, toys, and the number of other things being sold. You found a necklace that caught your eye, a trinket to look nice on a shelf, and a small plush. You had a day off and despite the rain you wanted to enjoy the day. You took the items over to the counter and watched the man mindlessly stocking shelves. You weren’t in a hurry so you just looked around to see if anything else caught your eye when suddenly-

“Oh bollocks…sorry. Cheers, how’s it going? Sorry about that…wasn’t paying attention.” He began scanning the items. He looked exhausted and downtrodden. You could sympathize with the tired feeling, but smiled at him a gentle and genuine smile.

“Doing alright. Don’t worry about it I’m in no rush. I’ll actually probably do another walkthrough, really take in the grandeur.” You emoted with your hands, still smiling. “Any places I should give extra special attention? Do you have a favorite spot?”

He stared at you honestly dumbfounded you were engaging him in conversation, most people bought their things and left. He handed you the bag and opened his mouth to start going on about his favorite part of the exhibit, but thought better of it. You said you weren’t in a hurry but he was sure you were just being polite.

“Oh uh…yeah, right. You could check out the ‘walkthrough tomb’, people seem to like that one, like walking through an actual tomb…sort of. Plenty of inaccuracies if you ask me.” He scoffed and shook his head slightly. The way his curls bounced and swayed, catching your focus. Despite his earlier self-control Steven began to go on and on about the drawings and how they were pulling art from a number of different tombs so the exhibit itself was rife with inconsistencies. “You would think they would have been more attentive to the details. The art within the tombs was specific to the person interred there. Yes, they depicted the journey to the afterlife, but it also displayed the life of that person. You can’t just mix and match pieces because they look nice.”

You chuckled at his rambling, your gentle smile growing. He clearly had a passion for history and he seemed to share it so readily. At the sound of your laugh he visibly shrunk.

“Sorry…sorry. I do that. Ramble like that, you don’t want to hear-“

“No, I do. Actually. You seem to know your stuff, I only have surface level knowledge at best. Would have never known they messed something up. And I really didn’t mind, I like listening to people, especially when it’s something they're passionate about.” Steven just knew you were just being polite right? Just being nice. “If um…if it’s not too forward? Would you…be free later? You seem really nice and if I’m being honest you’re really cute. If you don’t want to, it's fine, I understand.” You began rambling yourself. Dating wasn’t the most pleasant thing you had experienced, you had your fair share of ghosting and let downs. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t tired of being lonely. Friends and family was one thing, not having a partner was a kind of loneliness that wasn’t easy to fix. So you tried in earnest to be more assertive in your efforts to find that special someone. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

“What? Am I…free later? Like…like a date? Are you asking me out?” Steven was truly floored. He was just part of the scenery at best, he wasn’t someone that other people took notice of. Especially, not such a kind and downright cute person like you. He just couldn’t believe it. His sceptism however made you double back, of course he’s not interested.

“You know I…I’m sorry. It was forward of me and…it’s not a big deal. Sorry to bother you, uh, thanks for the trinkets.” You lifted the bag with a pained smile starting to turn away to go swallow your pride amongst the mummified bodies, at least they couldn’t judge you.

“Wait…wait! Bloody hell, no wait sorry. Sorry, no it’s not that I’m not free, I’m very free. Incredibly free. No, bollocks, that sounds…really sad don’t it? Of course it does. No, I just…I was surprised is all. Didn’t expect someone like you to…ask me that sort of thing. If I haven’t absolutely flummoxed my chances, I…I’d like to accept.” His heart was pounding as he pleaded and prayed you would still allow him to be in your company.

You looked at him, now yourself stunned by his haste to correct the situation. “Oh uh, great. I mean, no you haven’t flummoxed anything.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his phrasing. “But, I do have to ask…what do you mean ‘someone like you’?”

The blood rushed to Steven’s face. “Well I just, I just meant that…you’re awfully cute and you just seem like, a genuinely nice person. Didn’t think someone like you would be interested in someone like me.”

“Someone like you? You’re awfully cute yourself you know and…I don’t know, you just seem like someone I would very much like to get to know.” Smiling at him, you pulled out your phone offering it to him introducing yourself. “So, I’ll text you. That way you have my number and you can let me know when you’re free.”

He nodded, his own smile, his own genuinely happy smile appearing on his face as he typed in his number and name handing it back to you. You immediately sent him a message with your name. He pulled his own phone out, giving it a bit of a wave, confirming it was received. “Right, cheers. Yeah, I’ll definitely let you know.”

You nod absolutely beaming as you start out of the gift shop. Looking back to see him still standing there with his own smile, you give him a small wave heading off into the exhibit.

“Laters gators.” He sighed with a wave, watching you disappear. Hard to believe how one moment could turn the whole day around. Steven couldn’t believe it, staring at your name and number and the message just to make sure it was still real. He couldn’t wait to text you later, the thought kept him going, nothing anyone did or said to him the rest of the day could wipe the smile off his face. What he didn’t know was you were feeling the same way.

After that you both started going out on a few dates. Everything felt effortless, too good to be true. That’s why when Steven missed a date with you by a whopping 2 days he resigned himself to a life of being forever single.

“What do you mean? It’s…it’s not, no it can’t be.” He swallowed, or tried to swallow, the growing lump in his throat. “I uh, I’m beyond sorry. I understand if you never want to hear from me again…I wouldn’t want to hear from me. You uh…you take care.”

“Steven! Wait! Wait, hold on don’t hang up!”

“Look I…I get it. I’ll delete your number, you won’t hear from me again.”

“Steven Grant, can I please say something?”

He took in a sharp inhale and tried to clear his throat, fighting back the tears. “Y, yeah alright.”

“Please don’t delete my number. I’m not upset. I mean I was, sure, but then I got worried. I actually tried to text you, but I guess the messages didn’t go through. Are you still at the restaurant?” You almost sounded like you were pleading, like he was at the precipice about to tip over and your words were trying to pull him back.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here. Shit, I really am sorry. This is…this is something that happens sometimes. I have a…a sleeping disorder. I should have told you, I knew this would happen. Bollocks I’m so sorry.” He was struggling to stop the tears as your sweet voice drifted through the phone.

“Hey, no, don't apologize. It’s alright, really. You can’t help it. It’s a sleeping disorder. I don’t sleep walk or anything per say but…I get it. I sleep like absolute shit most nights because I have overly vivid dreams. So, I get the sleep struggle. I’m just glad you’re okay. Listen, it’ll only take me a few minutes to get dressed, I’ll meet you somewhere and we can have our date, yeah?”

“What? You, you really mean that? After I stood you up? You still want to go out?” You just kept surprising him in the best ways.

“Of course. I’m here for you, Steven. And now that I know about the whole sleepwalking thing, if this happens again, I’ll know why. I don’t know what I would be able to do about it, but I’ll know. And I’ll be here for you when you get back. I promise.” You had put the phone on speaker while you get dressed, nothing too fancy, some nice jeans and top that made you feel attractive and confident. Hurrying out the door you heard Steven sniffle.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“You didn’t have to do anything, Steven. Everyone, including you, deserves love and happiness and everything that comes with it.” You locked the door and hurried out of your flat.

Love.

Was it too early to say that three word sentence? Maybe, but the both of you, unknowingly, felt it. Felt the weight of that word. You might not say it tonight, but it would happen soon. Both of you asking if it’s mental to have fallen so quickly, both of you agreeing it didn’t matter because there couldn’t be any other way to describe how you made each other feel.

Yeah. Love. And he feared more than anything that he had thrown it all away. That you would no longer freely give him your love or would let him give you his. He loved you. With every fiber of his being.

There was no other way to describe it.

Love.

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