#you've been gentle with me jill

[cute-ellyna]

Jill / study

#jill warrick #final fantasy xvi #ff16 #fanart #I plan to do more of these studies #SO MANY MORE #more jill more joshua MORE CLIVE #oh clive #it's so hard to draw him but i'll get there #in the meantime here's jill #i love her #she doesnt get enough love #you've been gentle with me jill #i havent drawn in ages but you're beautiful and easy to draw #thank you <3 #ellynasart

[dumbstupidlameo]

Blissful Pistol

MDNI 18+

ft Jill Valentine x Female Reader

content 4k words [ Gunplay, vaginal fingering, public sex, oral sex, humiliation, reader talks down on them self, insecurity ]

let me know if i missed anything (:

You're a fresh-faced rookie cop, in the East Office of the Raccoon City Police Department. Your pen shakes in your hand as you clutch onto your clipboard, the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. You can still feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins from the last bust you and your more experienced partner made. But now, they've left you alone to deal with the endless stacks of paperwork. You often wondered if you’d be able to keep it together and prove yourself as a worthy member of the force.

You were experiencing a deep sense of insecurity that had taken hold of you. Everywhere you turned, it seemed as though there were people in higher positions of authority who took great pleasure in making you feel small and insignificant…

At the moment, the truth behind said matter didn't seem relevant to you. You had more important things on your mind, particularly Jill Valentine. She was a member of the S.T.A.R.S Team and had received extensive military combat training, earning her a reputation as a total badass among your peers. You admired her courage, intelligence, and loyalty, but she intimidated you beyond belief. To make matters worse, you were incredibly attracted to her.

The way she carried herself was both alluring and intimidating.

Her tactical duty belt perfectly accentuated the natural curve of her hips and had a feminine yet confident sway as she walked

while her holster rested snugly against her thigh. Her pistol hugs her leg in a way that sends a dangerously warm feeling that rises from the deepest parts of your stomach, flooding your entire body with shameful arousal, you shamefully imagined how fucking good that holster would look gripping her bare thigh.

It was wrong, no doubt about it, was inappropriate to think of a coworker like that, especially Jill Valentine. She deserves the utmost respect. Yet here you were disrespecting her merely by your pathetic thoughts

God, you hated yourself

Time has passed, and you've hardly made any progress on your report. You lean back in your chair at your desk, feeling frustrated. If you can't even organize your thoughts, there's no way you'll be able to finish your paper. You sit up and consider taking a walk to clear your head. No one would mind, right? This work is emotionally draining, and you need some time to refocus and get your head straight

You are certain that one of your colleagues had just thrown a teasing remark "Where are you off to, rookie?" towards you, but you weren't paying much attention to your surroundings due to your preoccupation with other thoughts. Moreover, their teasing tone only further disheartened you.

You strolled through the main hall and unconsciously made your way upstairs until you realized just where exactly you were headed, past the S.T.A.R.S office. You stopped in your tracks. God, you were such a creep “There seriously had to be something malformed in your perverse brain” You ridiculed yourself.

As the door screeched open, you barely registered the sound, lost in your thoughts. But then, a voice like that of an angel, or perhaps a goddess, spoke to you in a concerned tone, and you were jolted back to reality. You found yourself face to face with her, struggling to speak as you lingered nervously on your words. "I'm sorry," you finally managed to say, "I didn't quite hear you."

"Hey there, I was just checking on you," the woman in front of you said with a gentle smile. Her expression, however, seemed to be questioning. It had just dawned on you that you had been standing outside the S.T.A.R.S office for so long. You couldn't possibly get any more embarrassing, could you?

"Right!" you spoke weakly before coughing to clear your throat. "Sorry, I was just trying to clear my mind and got lost in my thoughts." You chuckled but immediately regretted it. Sure, you make a fool out of yourself sometimes, but in front of Jill? You should be ashamed of yourself.

Before you have a chance to overthink it any further, she speaks up and says 'All good, no worries.' She tilts her head with a sincere smile that you can't help but return. She is such an endearing woman. 'If you'd like, you can come in and have a coffee with me?' she asks, gesturing towards the S.T.A.R.S. office.

You could feel your face burning from excitement, and you really were hoping she wouldn't notice it, Jill was inviting you for a cup of coffee with her. Sure, it was in the workplace, but nonetheless, this was the closest you'd ever been to her, and you could feel it burning you from the inside out.

“Yes, I’d really like that!” You responded trying not to sound too excited before she turned from you, signaling for you to follow her as she held the office door open for you, letting you walk ahead in front of her before following in.

Jill holding the door open for you was such a small gesture, but it drove you mad with want and desire. She's such a gentleman, really,

One foot in front of the other, you walked into the S.T.A.R.S office, taking in your surroundings you were quick to notice it was only you and Jill in the room together. Even when you doubled back and looked in the armory still, no one but you and her. Jill made her way to the corner counter where the coffee machine sat and started to pour herself and you a cup as well. You felt your stomach begin to ache with anxiety. You couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe it was just from being alone with such a beautiful woman that made you feel so uneasy?

You peeked in from the opposite direction, catching sight of her gun holster squeezing her thigh, allowing flesh to spill slightly from beneath its tightly-strapped straps. It sure was tight, As she turned to the side, her gun was finally within your sight, pressed snugly against her well-defined thigh. It was almost as if she were taunting you. The sight alone was enough to make you sigh out wantingly. Perhaps that was what brought you back once again to reality

Jill leaned back against the counter and crossed her legs, allowing your eyes to roam freely over her thigh as she conversed, "Something catch your gaze?"

The realization came upon you like a wave of nauseating fear. You'd been exposed; caught red-handed staring at her gun snuggled up so tightly against her thigh, She knew exactly the kind of despicable character you were.

And then you catch her expression; not one of disgust, to your amazement, but of amusement. Yes; she was smiling at you. No... she was smirking at you. Did she like this? Was she enjoying this?

The flow of your thoughts was abruptly brought to a halt as Jill continued speaking, “You think I don't notice you always eye-fucking me?” her voice still bearing an unreadable tone. Yet, the way in which she was leaning, the smirk plastered across her face, these things could only foretell one thing: you were in trouble. Whether it was the type of trouble that’d entice you, hadn't had a clue. But one thing was for certain, the fate of this encounter was soon to unfold.

You stood there, feeling like a deer captured in the headlights. Jill wasn't having it, though - she made that abundantly clear.

"Come to me," she declared, her tone suggesting that was the lesser of two options. "Better yet..." she followed up with an abrupt pause before finishing her demand: "Crawl to me."

that last line shook you to your core. Your fear and anxiety surged as you felt the inevitable, humiliating moment fast approaching.

Your heart was pounding, and your legs trembled as you reluctantly sunk to the floor on your hands and knees and crawled towards her. If you had any dignity left, it was soon to be vacated. This was degrading, humiliating - the way she was staring at you, the way she commanded your actions - yet, there was an undeniable pull towards this woman that you couldn't deny. You looked up at her with pitiful eyes, She matched your gaze, staring down at you like you were already hers,

You moved with deliberate movements as you crept over to Jill, feeling every inch of your thighs rubbing together with every movement. Your body and mind were no longer at war with one another,

When you finally reached her, your gaze remained locked with hers, unable to break free. She had a satisfied look on her face as she leaned down and grasped your chin, pulling you close. "I knew it," she confessed, clearly aware of how your restless eyes had been roaming over her after all this time. You'd feel embarrassed by her statement if it weren't for the fact that you've already sunken to the floor for her.

Her grip on your chin tightened while her other hand traced your jaw, brushing your hair from your face. Her eyes gazed at you with a newfound affection and eagerness. Then, without warning or explanation, she closed the space between you both, her lip slightly parted. She moved her hand to the back of your head to grip onto your hair aggressively, her lips against yours, Your nerves were on fire, and your whole body tingled feeling her lips moving against yours.

She pulled away gradually, a line of saliva connecting your lips. She let go of you harshly, which left you feeling as if you'd done something wrong. You look up at her, leaning up and reaching into her holster to pull out her pistol “So, this is what you wanted?” she questions you, looking pretty entertained

You felt embarrassment build up in your stomach but knew it was best to push that down. Besides, Jill Valentine wouldn't tolerate it. You look up at her with an illusion of confidence, “Yes” ma’am” You nod to her,

To your disarray, she responds by laughing in your face.

Your so-called confidence drops. She must think you're pathetic.

Smiling down at you, she praises “Cute.” This was all she needed to say before she ran her fingertip along the trigger of the pistol in her hand. You weren't scared at all. She was a trained professional. There's no way that she could slip up and hurt you. You knew that for sure — you trusted her.

She watched as your needy eyes followed her fingers, dancing over the trigger as you let out an involuntary whimper that immediately had Jill’s eyes darting straight toward you.

She hummed to herself as if she had gotten a sick idea. She pushes you back a bit, exposing your clothed body to her better. You sat back on your elbows, fear, and arousal in your eyes, looking up at her pitifully.

She traced your upper torso with the pistol in a sensuous manner, reaching down with her other hand she testingly unbuttons the top button of your shirt before looking into your eyes as a way to ask you if this was alright, “Please, Jill” the slightest whisper escaping your lips as an answer to her unspoken question.

With a pleased look plastered on her face, she starts unbuttoning the rest, cool air hitting your chest, and stomach, making your back arch slightly to the temperature.

There you were, sprung out across the floor, balancing yourself on your elbows for her with your shirt barely opened and barely clinging to your body. She inched herself closer to kneel between your legs. She was so close to you that it all felt so fucking real, no longer a pathetic fantasy; it was real.

Jill traces your bra with the muzzle of the gun

“I think it's time this goes too. Yeah, honey?”

Her pet name for you made your heart flutter “You should get this off me” You sounded so out of breath it was humiliating.

Jill reached behind you to unhook your bra. You moved around to help her fully take it off of you.

Jill sat back in awe at your half-naked physique below her. She looked so proud of herself as well,

She eyed your tits, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you took,

You inhale sharply, and your breathing becomes more erratic.

Now she was the one doing all the eye fucking.

She returned to her pistol in hand and began tracing your bare tits. You could feel your nipples harden under the cold metal of the pistol, her other hand shifting down to between your legs.

Using her middle and ring finger, she slides over your clothed pussy which instantly made you gasp and arch and whine out an “Oh, Jill” to her,

She loved the way her name sounded coming from your pretty mouth.

She leaned down to you once again placing a wet kiss on your chest before moving your lips down to your nipples, taking them into her mouth and teasing her teeth over the now overly sensitive bud, you involuntarily squeeze your thighs around her hips which was now snug up against your aching clothed cunt. Fuck, it was torture, you needed more.

she looks up at you while her tongue circles around your hard, sensitive nipple. The intimidation from her gaze alone could break you. You throw your head back with a pathetic cry for her.

She takes that as a request, raising back up she grabs you by your belt hoops and steadied you into place before unbuttoning your pants and practically ripping both your pants and panties off in one go, she discards them to the side for now, as they're no longer needed.

Your body shivered in anticipation, every nerve feeling as if it were on fire. Your pussy is now positioned right in front of Jill’s face as she gets down to its level, your enlarged puffy clit along with the wetness that soaks your folds is only just begging for Jill’s love.

You look down at Jill between your thighs, hand now gripping it harshly,

She sinks in and places an opened-mouth kiss on your clit, you felt completely out of control, your hips twitching causing a new wave of trembling and shivers as you arched and gasped for her.

She passionately licked and sucked on your pussy collecting all the wetness on her tongue before settling down and tongue fucking your entrance,

Shit, it was almost painful how fucking badly you needed this; how badly you needed her.

You grunted, feeling left breathless and heaving, eyes squeezing shut from pure ecstasy, tears slowly trickling down your face,

She broke away from you, “I know what you’d like” she exclaimed before picking her pistol back up and unloading it, before cocking it back and laying the muzzle right against your puffy fucked out clit,

She pulls the trigger of the unloaded pistol, which causes it to pulse heavenly against your clitoris

“Fuck! Fuck.. Fuck!” you shriek out as your elbows lose their balance, and you collapse against the hard, cold ground, thighs rapidly shaking with no control,

“Sweetheart” hearing her sweet voice brought you out of your haze “You need to shut up” Her tone changes, which almost makes you flinch,

The realization hit you then and there that you hadn't even considered the possibility of someone else walking in or hearing you. Your nervous system was instantly flooded with adrenaline, the thought of someone stumbling in and seeing you exposed on the floor with Jill Valentine between your thighs teasing you with her fucking gun caused your breathing to quicken and your throat to become dry.

The sudden awareness of people walking and talking behind the closed door behind you sent a shiver down your spine and caused your breathing to quicken even further. The noise of their footsteps and voices, however, was barely audible over the sound of your own rapid breathing, unfortunately so, it appears to you that you lacked the dignity to do anything about it at the moment and turned back to face Jill.

With the muzzle now wet from your pussy and with the sudden movement of her pulling it away which causes you to shiver and shudder in sudden embarrassment. The pistol was dripping in your wetness, your breath growing hot and heavy, her pulling away only made you want her back more, the tingling sensation in your chest intensified as she forced the muzzle between your now plumped lips,

Fuck, you could taste yourself on it.

You felt your clit twitch as Jill’s other hand creeps back down to between your thighs, her fingers slipping between your folds, filling in your cunt you happily accepted her.

Her fingers slid deep into your pussy to the point where her palm rested against your clitoris.

You began to fuck yourself against Jill’s hand, she began mouth fucking you with her pistol, pumping it in and out between your pretty lips.

“Such a greedy girl” she cooed at you, causing a broken whine muffled by the pistol in your mouth to barely escape your lips

It was all too much; you could feel your saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth where your lips were sore from being stretched over the pistol, the drool trickled down your chin falling onto your chest like a gentle caress, causing a wave of goosebumps to spread across your entire body.

Her fingers started pumping rapidly in and out of your soaked pussy, wet sounds filling the room along with your swift muffled breaths.

As you lie there in her grip, your eyes locked with hers as the sensation builds up deep inside you. By the way, your chest is rising and the broken-up whimpers barely escaping your lips, she knows she’s about to finish you off. She leans over to talk you through this gently and softly spoken “It’s okay love,” she reassures you; she looked so beautiful looking down at you while filling both your mouth and pussy up, her face glistening with a light layer of sweat.

“Don’t fight it, let it build up honey”

her pace fastens which causes your hips to shoot up in shock from the added friction, which only made her fuck her fingers deeper into your soaked cunt.

As you feel the sensation coursing through you, you instinctively shut your eyes and tilt your head back. At that moment, a gentle voice whispers "Sweetheart" to you, like an angel sent to guide you through this moment of distress. "Look at me," the voice continues, "don't think of anything else." You meet her gaze with a furrowed brow, but at that moment, you trust her more than anyone.

The pressure builds inside of you, your body still buzzing from the intense buildup, causing you to involuntarily jolt as Jill pulls her pistol away from your mouth. Instead of the rough, harsh texture of the metal barrel, she replaces it with the soft and gentle touch of her lips, placing them gently against yours.

The kiss is gentle and soft, her warm, soft lips pressed against yours as she whined softly against your mouth. Her eyes fluttering shut, as you gently lift her hair behind her ear and caress her jawline, returning the kiss to her. The closeness and intimacy of the kiss, combined with the built-up pressure and the sudden calm sensation of Jill's soft touch, makes everything feel heavenly for that moment.

Jill pulled back from the kiss and adoringly looked into your blown-out pupils. She watched them widen as your breath hitched and hips stuttered

“Oh, baby, that's right” she praises to you as your pussy clenched around her fingers pumping in and out of you blissfully

You both looked longingly into the eyes of the other as your built-up tension finally washed over you.

You finished hard on her fingers, cum spilling out from your pussy.

Jill allowed you to ride out your high on her fingers until your thighs stopped quivering, and you collapsed against the cold flooring once again.

Every nerve in your body felt numb. She slowly pulled her fingers out of your pussy careful not to cause too much discomfort in you.

You winced at the loss of her inside you, she gave you a grunt in response, looking very satisfied with both you and herself.

She gently lifts your head off the ground and guides you to sit in her lap, “Here baby, I got you” she said comfortingly.

You look up at her. Her expression reads adoration as she smiles down at you affectionately and tenderly.

Your whole body feels drained, but she just holds you, placing soft kisses on your temple until you catch your breath.

She reaches behind you, sliding your bra back on you, kissing your neck as she clasps the back of it. She pulls your shirt on and buttons the front of it without pulling away from placing loving kisses all over your chest first.

"Wait here, sweetheart," she said as she reached behind her to the corner counter beside the coffee machine for some napkins. After retrieving them, she turned back to you and offered to help clean you up. It was a sweet and kind gesture, and in that moment, it felt like she truly was an angel.

After helping you get yourself put back together, Jill helps stand you up and gazes at you with a contented and satisfying look on her face as she buttons your pants for you. Her eyes lock with yours as she leans in to give you one final kiss on the lips, this one feeling different from the rest. The atmosphere around you feels different, the entire room changing in tone with the intensity and emotion of this final kiss. You've never felt so loved and taken care of before, and there is a sense of warmth that washes over you as the kiss ends. You wondered if she felt it as well.

The walk back to the East Office was painful, every nerve in your body was screaming to turn around and go back and be in her arms again. The desire to feel her softly touching you all over like you'd break if she weren't careful, You wondered if she felt the same way, if this was just a one-time thing, or if it meant anything to her at all? I mean for fucks sake she kissed you like you were hers.

You had no time to overthink it as you had a lot of work to finish at your desk.

The routine of the day went on as the work piled up, and the day finally rolled around for you to clock out and head home, a palpable sense of melancholy filling you as the sounds of chatter and footsteps filled the office around you. Walking out of your workstation with head down and eyes forward, you didn't hear the light panting footsteps behind you as you pushed the exit door open.

“Hey!”

The sudden sound of a voice, angelic and familiar, called out your name and filled your ears as you spun around with a startled gasp, meeting her gaze.

“I’d really like to see you again.”

#jill valentine #resident evil #resident evil x reader #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine smut #chris redfield #claire redfield #leon kennedy #ada wong #x reader #smut #carlos oliveira

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Hi! I was just wondering who's your favorite phantom actor?

Can be from any Poto play, or movie, or anything really.

I'm really curious!

This and similar questions have been popping up so much for me in the last week lol

I like to be extremely specific so I will give you a few of my favourites

I have been meaning to re-examine my favourites for a while now

So my favourite overall, my number one, my blorbo, the phantom closest to my heart is always going to be Gerard Butler. Say what you want about his singing, but ain't no other phantom ever done Pleading Eyes (tm) like that man.

For stage Phantoms the one who has a hold on my mind that just will not let go is Tim Martin Gleason. I love a tall phantom. I love that in the title song he does not order Christine to sing for him, he asks her. He conveys, with his intonation, that he asks for the honour of having her sing for him. I love how expressive he is. This man made so many choices.

Vocally I think the best singer that has ever played the phantom is John Owen Jones. But I think my favourite phantom Vocally is Tomas Ambt Kofod, because he--more than ANY other Phantom I have heard, sounds like Erik. His voice is remarkable in its smoothness and delicacy, but also very powerful.

He's also so sensual and gentle. He loves to administer loving touches and caresses to his Christine.

His final lair is also devastating

The Phantom actor I think I respect most is Ethan Freeman. This man has such a dedication to this character and to the book specifically. He refused to read Phantom by Susan Kay because he didn't want an apocryphal version of the character to influence his interpretation, which he specified modeled off of Leroux's Erik, adding touches pulled directly from the novel such as kissing (or almost kissing) the hem of Christine's robe during "Stranger Than You Dreamt It", as Erik kisses the hem of her dress in the book.

Seen here in the West End in 1995 with Jill Washington:

And here, in Essen, 11 years later with Anne Görner:

It seems that over time he evolved this moment to the point that he appears to abandon the thought before he brings it close to his lips--probably thinking he's not even worthy of touching her vestments.

He's got an almost faerie-goblin quality to his interpretation. Like he's just scuttled out of the Black Forest. He also leans into the idea of Erik-as-Magician

He's not afraid to be sensual either, though.

I think the most emotional phantom is Earl Carpenter. One of the first full boots I ever watched was Earl Carpenter with Rachel Barrel. His Music of the Night changed my brain chemistry forever. The gentleness! The vulnerability! The vacillation between confidence and fragility!!

The way he would jostle Christine a little when he caught her, his face a picture of panicked concern!

Though I think his interpretation of Erik as (for want of a better word) asexual is a little wacky (considering the text), it strangely works in favour of Erik's particular brand of sensuality, and it paired particularly well with Rachel's timid and apprehensive interpretation of Christine (which I generally dislike--here, though). And his singing has only improved with maturity. The raw emotion of his All I Ask of You (Rooftop Reprise) in his 2023 run is shattering. Absolutely shattering.

My favourite feral Phantom is without a doubt Scott Davies. If you ever want to see the most unhinged "Let these freaks be together" e/c show you've ever seen you have GOT to watch Scott Davies with Meredith Braun. Ethan Freeman's got the Goblin King energy and Anthony Crivello has the Sewer Gremlin vibe, but if you ever want a Phantom with a real primal streak, you can do no better than long-standing West End understudy Scott Davies:

This guy tackled the role with a ferocity and an audacity that you don't generally find outside of Russian productions.

His Phantom hands? Oh Lordy!

And the best part is that Meredith's Christine was picking up EVERYTHING he was laying down. Her Christine is just as mad, just as feral, just as unhinged. And especially paired with such a hearty goodfellow Raoul as Matthew Cammelle--Raoul would have done well to gtfo of there. He was NOT prepared to handle this lmao.

And then there's Ted Keegan. Who for me will always be the Phantom that got away. If I had just done a little more research before--just three months into my poto obsession--booking my tickets to see phantom before it closed on Broadway, I might have had the transcendent experience of seeing Ted Keegan live. As it was, I had no idea he was even still playing the phantom, and wound up with Ben Crawford instead.

And I would be remiss if I finished this list without naming Thomas James O'Leary. Like Ethan Freeman, O'Leary leans into Erik's ghostly persona, with a magician's touch. I think he took a lot of inspiration from Lon Chaney's Phantom (note the position of his hands here).

His "Sing for me~" is one of my all time favourite line readings and got a very embarrassing reaction out of me when I first heard it.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, there was the moan.

#asks #phantom of the opera #poto #poto musical #poto 2004 #erik the phantom #gerard butler #tim martin gleason #scott davies #thomas james o'leary #ted keegan #ethan freeman #tomas ambt kofod #earl carpenter

[piers-wifey]

How the S.T.A.R.S. members would react if you died in their arms

Warnings: mention of blood, death

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—Albert Wesker—

Wesker is surprisingly calm, almost unbothered. But on the inside, he's seething with rage. He's aware that there's nothing he can do to save you, but he keeps up his cool demeanor so you don't become even more frightened. Though Wesker isn't the best when it comes to comforting others, he will try his best to keep you somewhat at peace. The soothing sound of his voice and the way his hand gently caresses your face and brushes the loose strands of your hair behind your ear are the last things you are aware of before you take your last breath.

—Chris Redfield—

He's cursing and pleading for you to hold on repeatedly. He don't want to lose you. He can't lose you. You're his dearest friend, his heart and soul, his everything. He needs you, just like he needs air to live. Chris will hold onto you, pressing you against his chest and yelling for someone to do something. He'll promise you that everything will be okay again, that help is on the way, you just have to hold on a little longer. But when the inevitable happens, he'll cry out your name in despair and grief. He refuses to leave your side, even though you've already left him.

—Jill Valentine—

She frantically tries to stop the bleeding as she keeps talking to you to distract you from the pain and to keep you awake. “Come on, Y/n, you can't die on me. What about that trip we were planning to go on?” Jill's voice cracks at the end of the sentence, her hands are trembling and her cheeks are wet from the tears. She's begging you to keep fighting, to not give up, but all her attempts and pleas are useless against the force that's slowly taking you from her. Jill will spend your last moments together tenderly stroking your head and telling you how much she loves you while shedding countless tears.

—Joseph Frost—

Joseph is in deep shock and can't really process what is happening. He wasn't looking for just a moment and now you're lying in his arms, dying. “Y/n, please hold on. Help is on the way. Please...” Joseph's voice is shaking and you can see that he can barely hold back the tears. You reach out to him, telling him that everything will be okay even though you know it's not true. And so does Joseph. But since he doesn't want you to feel scared, and because he doesn't want to face the truth, he just nods and leans in to your touch one last time.

—Brad Vickers—

Brad is completely devastated. He has already lost so much, he can't lose you too. That's just not fair. He's shaking and crying the entire time, begging you to stay with him over and over again. He's holding onto you tightly, hoping that'll be enough to make the bleeding magically stop, but deep down he knows you're both running out of time. During your last moments, Brad confesses how much you really mean to him and how much he hates himself for not telling you sooner and protecting you.

—Barry Burton—

Barry feels like the weight of the entire world was sitting on his chest as he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms. His usually firm grip was now gentle and with the tenderest of touches, he stroked and patted your head. “There, there, I'm here. It's okay, I'm here.” He whispers comfortingly, his eyes and heart are so full of sorrow and guilt. This shouldn't have had happened. It should've been him, not you. Barry doesn't cry, not in front of you at least. He knows now is not the time for that, but he will once he's alone.

—Enrico Marini—

He blames himself for not being there in time and apologizes to you the whole time and asks for forgiveness. You can hear the pain and self-hatred in his voice and you feel so incredibly sorry for him. You tell him to not blame himself for what has happened to you and that it isn't his fault. But Enrico, as much as he wants to believe it, just can't. He feels so helpless and he hates it. He hates that all he can do is watch you die. The last thing you hear before you succumb to the eternal sleep is him promising that he'll never forget you and that he'll make the person who did that to you pay.

—Forest Speyer—

“No, please, don't leave me here. Please!” Forest feels like someone was repeatedly stabbing him in the heart. He is in complete denial and silently begging for this nightmare to end while he's cradling you in his arms. It must be a nightmare, right? One moment you both were goofing around happily and now he was about to lose one of the most important people in his life. But, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that this wasn't real, that he would wake up any second, he eventually came to the realisation that this was really happening and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

—Edward Dewey—

'Heartbroken' doesn't even come close to what poor Edward is feeling when he sees you lying in his arms, struggling to breathe. “Please, don't cry” you whisper hoarsely as you reach up to caress his cheek, tearing apart his heart even more, because he's the one who's being comforted. For you, Edward will try his best to look strong and hold back his tears, but the fact that you are dying and still comforting him while he can't do anything to save you is just too much for him. He will hold you close to his heart while silent tears are rolling down his cheeks.

—Rebecca Chambers—

Poor Becca is crying the entire time as she's holding onto you like it's the only thing that can keep you with her. She's devastated and feels so helpless and useless. She has tried everything to make the bleeding stop, but your wounds are just too severe. With trembling hands and a heavy heart, she gently wipes the tears from your face and tells you how brave you are and how sorry she is for not being able to do more for you. She doesn't even know if she'll ever be able to live normally after that.

—Richard Aiken—

Richard immediately gets flashbacks to when his little sister died all those years ago. And just like back then, he feels just as helpless and lost. Why you? Why not him? There's no word to express how much it pains Richard to see you this way. Sadness, despair, heartbreak, anger. All these words don't even come close to what he's feeling in that moment. He feels like a total failure. He had sworn to protect those he holds dear, that's why he joined S.T.A.R.S. and yet he couldn't protect you. He'll never forgive himself for letting you down.

—Kenneth Sullivan—

Kenneth tries to be as calm as possible. He doesn't say it out loud, mainly because he doesn't want to scare you, but he knows your time is limited. But, just because he tries to be strong, doesn't mean he's not suffering. In fact, he's screaming on the inside, cursing whatever God can hear him for doing this to you. The fatherly side of him soon takes over and he'll stroke your head and hum softly as he watches you getting weaker and weaker with every minute. He hates that he's forced to sit here and watch the life leaving your body. But at least you're not alone. After your death he breaks down and allows his emotions to take over.

—Kevin Dooley—

He is a complete mess and doesn't really know what to do. He knows help is on the way and tells you that everything will be alright again, but judging by how weak you're already are, he soon has to accept the harsh truth. You're not going to make it. You look so small and fragile and it really breaks his heart, but he doesn't want your last moments to be overshadowed by his suffering and grief. So he'll pull himself together and comfort you as best as he can. Even cracking a few jokes here and there to distract you from the pain and the fact that this is it.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Requests/Drabbles: (RE3) Jill Valentine- Kiss Come True

It’s been nearly a month since Jill’s nose has grown unprecedentedly. Now, it’s longer than she can bear. It got to the point where she no longer had room in her Raccoon City apartment. So, out the window it went. It was easier that way instead of fighting to get into her kitchen or other places around her apartment. 

During that time, you wonder how Jill is doing, seeing as you haven't heard much from her. As you walk down the street, it becomes relatively easy to tell why Jill hasn't been responding to your phone calls or really anything you have sent to her.

It has only gotten worse since the day she walked out of the base's door. Her nose is long and stuck outside the window of her apartment. It takes me a moment to get up to her apartment door; the elevator ride is slow and filled with shitty music to fill the void.

I knock once, then knock a second time, but am interrupted by the yelling of Jill telling me, 'Doors unlocked. Just come in.' That should have been the first red flag, but it didn't have I turned the door knob. It does when I open the door to see Jill sitting at her desk with her face stuffed out the window. "Jill?" I ask her, "You'll have to come here to talk to me." Her voice could be more warm and gentle.

Instead, she sounds frustrated by a situation that has yet to be dealt with. I move quickly to her side to better look at her face. The shock must be written on my face because she nearly growls out with frustration.

"How long have you been like this?" I point to her position, sitting outside the window. "For almost a fucking month, Y/n." Jill shakes her head, causing her nose to bounce from one side to the other of the window frame.

"How about we try to disguise it while I figure out how to get it back to normal?" I suggest I hear her groan, but she nods gently. "I'll do anything to get my nose back to normal." Jill sounds exhausted, so I work quickly.

The first thing I try is a flag, searching her room for something flag-worthy. On her walls are posters of music bands, but the flag pride flag that hangs over her bed frame is what I chose.

Kicking off my shoes to get up on her bed, pulling the flag out from the grips of the thumbtacks. I grab some loose shoe laces to tie through the loops on each corner of the flag.

I go to lean out of the window frame but find that Jill's nose is already being used as a refuge for a mama bird and her baby birds. "Well." I say as I inch out of the window, "Well, what, Y/n?" Jill asks. "You've got umm, your nose is being used as a nest for a mama bird and her babies." The look on Jill's face shows crippling defeat. I sit and wait, get comfortable on the chair next to Jill. Moving her furniture around so I could get a better eye-to-eye conversation with her.

The silence is all-consuming, so I lick my lips. "Jill." She looks at me the best I can. "Yeah, Y/n." "I think I should probably apologize for not explaining the extent of that pill I gave you before the party," I say, chewing on my bottom lip. "No, don't… I probably should have waited for you to explain the shit anyways. So, it's my fault. Don't worry about it, okay." Jill says, taking the blame for the large extended nose that has a bird's nest on it.

"Even if you don't let me take the blame for your Pinocchio nose, I'll still stay until the pills effectively wear off, or we have to figure something else out." I tell her confidently, "Is that alright, Jill?" I ask her. She nods, almost as if she doesn't trust her own voice.

I get on my phone almost immediately. Texting a fellow from my university days. The chat takes little time for me to explain what's been going on and the world we live in. It doesn't take long for the fellow to come up with an answer.

My fingers tap in quick succession, getting Jills attention. "What are you doing over there?" She asks me, "Just some scientist friend of mine. Saying that the only way to cure this ailment of yours is a kiss." I continue to tap on my screen's keyboard. "A kiss?" Jill asks. Just as shocked as me,

"On your nose, that's what the guy said," I say, clicking my phone screen off before setting it down next to me. The science that hits after isn't uncomfortable. It just silence, "Wait… don't take that the wrong way. It's not that you aren't beautiful, Jill, just I wouldn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable." I ramble out. My cheeks are hot to the touch and red with blush.

"I wouldn't mind a kiss on the nose, I mean," Jill says, the littlest of blush hueing her cheeks and nose. I get up from the chair I'm sitting in, gathering myself. Before I manage to kiss Jill's nose, I step back.

"Are you sure of this?" I ask her one last time to ensure I'm staying within the bounds. Jill nods with a little bit of excitement. Reaching over, grabbing onto my wrist, and pulling me in closer to her side. "Go ahead, don't be shy." Jill murmurs. I lean down, pressing my lips into her nose. With my eyes closed, I hope and pray that this works.

Her nose shrinks in seconds, and I smile joyfully as Jill looks around her apartment. "God, this place is a mess." I laugh as she gets up, closing me in for a tight hug. "Thanks for the save."

Completed on: 11/03/23

Posted on: 11/12/23

RE3-

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[oathofpromises]

      Tag drop: Relationships/Dynamics Tags

— ❛❛ // DATA MOCHI ¦ You are my Star the one I never want to lose ・ 「diademreigned」

​— ❛❛ // DATA MOCHI & G’RAHA TIA ¦DYNAMIC・ 「Across time and space you have always been my always」

— ❛❛ // DATA MOCHI ¦ Tempered Light ・ 「 diademreigned sin eater au」

—  ❛❛  // T'SORI  ¦ My other half, my love and my hope・ 「 Diademreigned」

— ❛❛ // MAKO & T'SORI ¦DYNAMIC・ 「All the things you make me feel like a star in the darkness」

— ❛❛ // ALISAIE LEVEILLEUR ¦ With you at our side, I know everything is going to be all right・ 「 diademreigned 」

—  ❛❛  // CLIVE ROSFIELD  ¦ When all was lost you are my guiding star, the greatest gift・ 「 petrokhelidon」

—  ❛❛  // CHRIS REDFIELD  ¦I hope you know That you're my home ・ 「 valour-bound」

— ❛❛ // CLAIRE REDFIELD ¦You make it look easy even when I'm hard to love・ 「 heavenmcde」

—  ❛❛  // LEON SCOTT KENNEDY ¦ How much do you sacrifice just for a world without fear? ・ 「 unprocione」

—  ❛❛  // LEON SCOTT KENNEDY ¦ You are my light in the darkness ・ 「 destallo」

— ❛❛ // KARL HEISENBERG ¦I've got a Rebellion to Lead ・ 「 blitzkriegers」

—  ❛❛  // JILL VALENTINE & CHRIS REDFIELD ¦DYNAMIC・ 「Sun always seems to wash our fears away」

—  ❛❛  // CRYSTAL EXARCH & LYNA¦DYNAMIC・ 「 FATHER & ADOPTED DAUGTHER」

— ❛❛ // Meiko Mochikoko ¦ Tillana of the Seventh Dawn ・ 「 vierandancer」

—  ❛❛  // CLIVE ROSFIELD & JILL WARRICK ¦DYNAMIC・ 「Even in the darkness you were my brightest star」

—  ❛❛  //THANCRED WATERS¦・Fought tooth and nail for people I hold dear 「 hyaciiintho 」

—  ❛❛  // THANCRED WATERS & RYNE WATERS ¦DYNAMIC・ 「Family Bonds」

—  ❛❛  //ALISAIE LEVEILLEUR¦・Our homes! Full of life and love and hope! 「 ichoric」

—  ❛❛  //SEBASTIAN CASTELLANOS¦・When did I lose sight of what's real? 「knightfeared」

—  ❛❛  //VENAT¦・They are my meaning and my purpose. My love. 「naturesbeat」

—  ❛❛  //G'RAHA TIA¦・Across Time and Space You have always had my back 「 heavnsblade」

—  ❛❛  //DARCK EVE¦・you've always had my back throughout everything 「 darckcarnival 」

—  ❛❛  //ERENVILLE¦・Honest heart and inquisitive mind 「 CRYSTALMARRED」

—  ❛❛  //K'AEHA TIA¦・Gentle hearts are always the ones forced to endure the most「oadventurescall」

—  ❛❛  //EYDIS LJANTA¦・Dancing amidst the moonlight's gentle ray 「naturesbeat」

—  ❛❛  // Swan Sirenia¦・I've always believed in you, my friend「phantomrune」

—  ❛❛  //LEON S KENNEDY¦・Definitely going on vacation after this."「 hyaciiintho 」

— ❛❛ // BALLISTER BOLDHEART¦When everyone else saw a monster, you saw the real me・ 「 knightfeared」

— ❛❛ // K'alian ¦ A Song in her heart and a dream on her lips・ 「fadedheroicxxdreams」

— ❛❛ //G'RAHA TIA¦・Eternal wind and Crystal promises 「 inkbloodcd」

#These will be updated and expanded on the more I write on here #— ❛❛ // CRYSTAL FLOWERS¦Tags #OathofPromises Tags

[roman-cates]

After he helps Roman to bed, Bryce works on his synopsis for Boss and sends it off. She'll read it before she ends her day, and he'll call her in the morning to follow up. He pulls out his bluetooth earbuds (only compatible with his phone, would have saved trouble a few weeks ago if he could use them with a computer) and calls Mal, explaining his seating requirements. She's unusually accommodating, which is unnerving, but the call is quick.

He has chores to do, and one more call to make. He goes into the laundry room, dialing Jean as he walks.

Jean picks up before the second ring. "Bryce? I'm at work," at the hospital, of course. "I only have a few minutes. What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to let you know I probably won't make our raid tomorrow evening. Work thing."

Jean has known Bryce over thirty years. Suspicion etches his voice. "You called just to say you'll miss the raid?"

"Yeah. Have a work thing with the kid I told you about." He picks up a sheet from the floor. Kyle doesn't sort laundry, apparently.

There's silence on the other end for too long, then: "Are you--" Are you calling to say goodbye, he knows Jean cut himself off from saying. This is the fourth time he's called to say goodbye in ten years. He's always made it through the situations that inspired the calls, and never had to fake his death, but one day he won't, and they both know it. Jean tries again. "Don't do anything stupid, man."

He forces a theatrical bravado into his voice as he opens the washer. "You know I don't do stupid things."

"Right…And this work thing, who did you say was involved?"

"The kid I told you about." He's sure he already said that. The fitted sheet goes in next.

"Bryce…Do you remember when you rescued that teenager, what, a decade ago? The one you gave that pep talk to?"

Kyle. "Of course." Where is Jean going with this?

"And do you remember what you called him the first time you told me about him?"

Bryce never uses names or locations when speaking to Jean. So what's he on about? "Sure. I told you about this kid, really a teenager, and I described some of what happened to him, and--"

"Yeah," Jean interrupts. "You told me about a kid, and the next time we spoke, it was all 'the young man' this and 'the teenager' that."

Bryce's breath stops as he lift the detergent. He feels a chill. "What are you getting at?"

"Who was the last person you called 'kid' for more than a day?"

No. No. The detergent falls to the floor. "No. No. That's not…No."

Jean is gentle. He's always had a good bedside manner. "I think so, man. I think they're tied in your mind."

No. But he's been dreaming, and in his mind's eye he sees a glimpse of her at the viewing, before the door is slammed in his face. Forever young and beautiful, and dead, dead, dead.

"I've been dreaming about her," he admits reluctantly.

"About her? Or about the funeral home?"

"The funeral home. Our mother." I don't have a son. Jill didn't have a brother. He sinks to the floor. Standing is too much effort.

"Yeah. I'm not surprised. I think you're developing a real connection to another person for the first time since then."

Bryce chokes back tears. "No. I can't be. The kid doesn't like me, doesn't trust me. And he's smart not to."

"You wouldn't hurt him." The confidence in Jean's voice is unnerving. "I haven't heard you talk about another person like this since Jill died, and I know you've been through a lot, but you won't hurt him. He's wrong not to trust you."

"I didn't say he was right not to trust me, I said he was smart not to trust me." And there's the tears now, audible in his words. "And he is. It's the right move on his part."

"And it's killing you that he doesn't, right move or not."

And now the tears are coming down his face and he's fighting back actual sobs. Fuck, he hasn't cried like this since…Well. "My emotions are not the point, not-bro. They haven't mattered in years." He takes a deep breath, tries to get his breathing under control. It's really hard. He has new respect for Roman's self-control.

"Bryce, bro, they matter. If nothing else, they matter to me."

Almost under control. He can talk now, at least. "I love you, not-brother, but they don't matter. I'm accomplishing things, I'm helping people, and I've been dead inside since…Since."

"I don't believe that." Bryce just cries into the phone in response. "I'm here for you," Jean continues.

A laugh breaks through his sobs. "This is really not an ideal time for me to have emotional breakthrough, you know that?"

"Bryce, you called me to fucking say goodbye. I'd say now's the only time for this to happen."

And now he's laughing, semi-hysterically. "I love you man. You're the best brother-in-law I never got."

"You have me. I have you. You know that."

Bryce leans his head against the side of the washer, cool metal against his face bringing a sharpness to the world. His laughter subsides. "I know, man."

There's an alarm coming through the phone. "Take care of yourself, bro. Yourself and your new kid brother." And there's a shout, "Doctor--" and the call ends.

Bryce leans against the washer. He'll get up in a few minutes, pack for the worst-case scenario, fix dinner, wake Roman, say hi to Kyle when he arrives (for the last time?). He'll do all that in a few minutes.

He just needs a few minutes.

Previous

Roman sleeps, uneasily for a while. The nightmares are getting worse... they wake him up this time. He doesn't wake screaming, but he does wake scared in a cold sweat, dreading dinner tomorrow even more than he had.

It takes him a moment to be aware of what's happening in the house around him... he can hear Bryce talking to someone... but he only hears Bryce, not the other person. A phone call..?

"You know I don't do stupid things."

Roman wonders loosely who Bryce is talking to...

"The kid I told you about."

Is that... him..? Not necessarily, but Bryce does call him kid sometimes— even though he's not a kid. He's 22 years old.

"Of course. .......... Sure. I told you about this kid, really a teenager, and I described some of what happened to him, and--"

Oh, so maybe not him then. Some teenager. Who, though..? And when has Bryce been around them..? He's been at the house most of the time. Unless whoever this is has something to do with work, maybe.

The quality of Bryce's voice changes... "What are you getting at?" There's a soft thud as Roman hears something fall into the floor. "No. No. That's not…No. .......... I've been dreaming about her."

Her? That's not the same person he's been taking about. Bryce had said him before. Who is he dreaming about..? Is that what Bryce's nightmares have been..?

"The funeral home. Our mother."

A sister..? Is that who Bryce has been dreaming about..? Someone who's passed away? Or is this statement less related to the bit before than it sounds? Is Bryce just talking to a brother or sister right now..?

"No. I can't be. The kid doesn't like me, doesn't trust me. And he's smart not to."

So maybe Bryce is referring to Roman when he says 'the kid'... Those are almost the exact same words Bryce keeps saying every time he tells Roman something he knows Roman isn't going to believe. And Roman feels justified in it now. He's smart not to.

"I didn't say he was right not to trust me, I said he was smart not to trust me." Is... is Bryce crying..? "And he is. It's the right move on his part."

Smart not to trust... but not right not to trust... If Bryce is talking about Roman, does... does that mean everything he's told Roman is true..? Bryce must think Roman is asleep right now. Why keep lying if Roman can't hear..?

Bryce is definitely crying as he continues. "My emotions are not the point, not-bro. They haven't mattered in years."

Roman could tell that Bryce had been concealing emotions— no one is really as cold as Bryce usually is— but Roman just thought it was because he's a captive. Not because Bryce really thinks his emotions don't matter.

And he just said not-bro. Is he... talking to a man, then? Someone... not a brother..? But that's a really weird thing to say.

"I love you, not-brother, but they don't matter. I'm accomplishing things, I'm helping people, and I've been dead inside since…Since."

Dead inside since what..? And Bryce laughs— still crying— but laughing. It's a bit unnerving to hear.

"This is really not an ideal time for me to have emotional breakthrough, you know that?" The laughter becomes more prominent. "I love you man. You're the best brother-in-law I never got."

And Roman's thoughts go back to the girl Bryce briefly mentioned on the call. A sister? A sister who died before she was able to marry her fiance? That would make 'not-brother' make a little more sense— although it's still weird.

The laughter dies down... "I know, man." And then the call must be over, because Bryce doesn't continue the conversation.

Roman has a hard time wrapping his mind around the possibility that Bryce has been telling him the truth this whole time. There's an odd mix of emotions that go with his thoughts. Shame at his instant dismissal of everything Bryce has said. Anger at himself for that pointless escape attempt that just ended in more unnecessary pain. Hope at the possibility that he could still leave this place alive.

But he stops himself. He doesn't know if Bryce was talking about him. It could have been some teenager. Roman still doesn't trust Bryce, but... maybe he should consider things a little more carefully before saying he absolutely doesn't trust Bryce...

He did sort of trust Bryce in the beginning... just a little. But then everything came apart when he realized all the things that have happened in this house... But... is that really so surprising..? Knowing what Bryce does, it shouldn't be. And anyone who has to deal with that on a regular basis is bound to grow somewhat callous, right..? Does Bryce even have any idea why things went downhill so quickly..?

Roman has to push his thoughts aside. He can't handle all of this new information right now. He just wants to go back to sleep. But he can't. He can try, though.

#whump #whumpee #whump roleplay #roleplay #whump rp #rp #roman cates #whumplr reader

[germvity]

rises the moon

leon s kennedy x reader / 14 / sea-foam sickness

you just about agree with him, but tapp doesn't seem as convinced; he's not blinded by the rose tinted glasses you wore around leon. catching onto the older cop's suspicion, leon leads you away, back to ormond.

(another short chapter- i'm sorry!)

tags: mild fluff with angst, leon is kinda delusional and a potential deal ;)

taglist: @hex-touchstarved @trinswhimsys

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sleep was pulling at you, your head lolled back onto leon's shoulder as he hugs you tightly. small pinpricks littered your body, aching and stinging as your boyfriend rubs gentle circles over your bandages. leon pressed his lips to your cheek gently, keeping them there for a moment as his eyes flutter closed.

he couldn't help but think about the trial, or mainly how it ended. tapp might be a problem, but he had no way of shutting him up, and jane? she'd gossip for sure... how would he explain it to jill? to you, if you ever found out?

a sick churning rests in his stomach and he squeezes your waist tightly, fingers digging into your clothes. you stir a little under his grip, so he loosens up only a little, fluttering soft kisses along your jaw. you let out a small sleepy noise, shuffling slightly, nuzzling your nose into his neck as you settle once more. "you're so precious..." leon whispers, laying you down carefully.

a sudden dark cloud hangs over the room, and leon furrows his brows. "mr kennedy, if you would accompany me somewhere away from them?" the entity purrs, and leon sighs, getting up carefully and walking out of the room... whatever was about to happen, he didn't want you witnessing it. "what do you want?" he grumbles, and the entity's soft voice rings through his head. "i see you've been killing the others... it didn't stop at david, in self defence, or at poor mr macmillan... you're hungry for the kills, aren't you?" her voice is somewhat teasing, and leon wants to yell at her.

"no! i'm doing it-" "to keep them safe? how about a deal.... if you kill anyone else, let's say... 4 other survivors, i will make you into a fine killer- and you get to protect them properly without feeling as if you are betraying your duties as an officer." leon could practically hear the entity's grin, and he sighs. "i don't know if that's what i want... i'm simply just protecting y/n..." leon crosses his arms, yet the entity doesn't give up.

"you could protect them in more ways, it wouldn't be in secrecy... you may not have to worry about them running away, but i doubt that..." she purrs, and leon furrows his brows. "what do you..?" he turns, looking around when his eyes land on you. you... look scared..? but why, he said he was doing this to protect you!

"baby..! it's not what it looks like!" leon reaches for you, but you step away. "you've been killing people..." you whisper, hands trembling. "yes! but it's just to protect you! you have to understand-"

"you're gonna be a killer..?" tears fill your eyes, he'd kill you- surely! "no!.. i don't know.. but i would never-ever hurt you, y/n- i promise!" leon is desperate, going to pull you into an embrace. "don't- touch me... i need to think." you push him away, turning to run when leon grabs your arm. "don't do this- i promise it's nothing like what you've heard- i'm doing it because i love you!" leon pulls you back to his chest, and you feel unsafe in his grasp.

"you're not the leon i knew..." you whisper, pushing him away once more and this time running away successfully. leon was stunned, where you really scared of him? why?? he was protecting you! why are you afraid of him if he's being a good boyfriend..?

leon spins around, ready to give out to the entity for ruining things between you- but she's already gone. leon deflates, letting out a shaky sigh... surely, jill would know what to do..? right?

#dbd leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader #dead by daylight resident evil #dead by daylight x reader #dbd leon #dbd resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #germvity writing

[pptheshort]

The leap chapter 2 Albert wesker x GN reader

❗⚠️Warnings: Toxic behavior, possessiveness, slightly decision of death/being killed. Please read with caution if any of these things are triggering to you. ⚠️❗

A/n: Hello bitches and bros and nonbinary hoes! Little A/N here so I had to rewrite chapter 2 because I was satisfied with the original one. I may publish it as a later chapter or publish it as a alternative chapter 2. But I don't think it would make much sense since the original chapter 2 is very fluffy best to say. It had a kiss scene and everything 😳

Summary: Instead of Jill jumping out of the window to save Chris you take her place. Unaware of the things that will take place in the future. One simple decision has now completely changed your life for the better or worse?

Word count: 1,906

Chapter 1:

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It's been two weeks since your last encounter with Albert, the only form of human contact you had was with your doctors and nurse and that wasn't enough. The doctors came in for an hour while the nurse was coming in to check vitals and give you food so it was for maybe a couple of minutes. Then you would be alone, being alone by yourself made you think about many things. Escaping was one of the things you thought of but you could barely walk and the door in your room was always locked but that didn't stop you from forming a plan. It was a decent plan at best.

You had slightly memorized the time when the nurse would come in. Today you wanted to make a slight attempt to escape or maybe get another object that would benefit you in this plan. Over the course of a week you managed to steal a bobby pin. It wasn't much but it was something. 

But the constant fear of getting caught by Albert was what you feared the most, you could only walk with a cane and you couldn't run yet and you could barely stand for five minutes. So if you did escape and the people who worked in this facility found out, Albert catching you would most likely happen. The thought of him running up to you scared you so much. You were pulled back into reality when the sound of the door unlocking filled your ears. It was 12:45pm a bit early for the nurse to come in, you stared at the door. When it opened you saw Albert walk in, he was wearing his normal attire and trademark sunglasses. You stared at him not saying a word, when Albert closed the door the sound of the door clicking once again filled your ears.

"Why hello there Mr. Wesker." You wanted to get him on his good side so that if you did escape and he caught you maybe he wouldn't kill you. You decided to refer to him as Mr. Wesker to try to get on his good side. You almost cringed when you said Mr. Wesker.

"How nice of you to greet me." Albert responded he had a smirk on his face when he said that.

"How are you today?" You began to ask hoping everything is going accordingly.

He began to sit on the end of your bed, Albert opened his mouth to speak: "I would say it's going very accordingly."

"That's good." You nodded your head in response to him.

The two of you sat in silence, you looked down at the bed sheets while Albert was looking at you. You felt nervous, scared is the best thing to say. You didn't want him catching onto you, you ripped his thoughts when Albert cleared his throat.

"You've been here in this room and I'm surprised you haven't made a big fuss out of it, you know if you keep up this good behavior I'll maybe allow you to walk around the facility with supervision, of course." Albert said as he moved closer to you.

'This is going to be easier than I thought, huh?' You thought to yourself. You nodded your head and put on a smile for him: "Thank you."

Albert once again moved closer, his face now inches away from yours. He grabbed your face and pulled it closer to his. This made your heart race, Albert had let out a chuckle: "You know you are a very good specimen so why not take you out on a little walk. Wouldn't you like that, hm?"

You felt so embarrassed and slightly humiliated you could tell he was toying with you like how a predator toys with their prey. Instead of saying anything you decided to nod your head.

"Now what do we say?" Albert said in a mocking tone. At this point you knew he was toying with you, trying to get under your skin.

"Thank you."

Once again Albert started to speak but this time he had let go of your face and stood up: "That's a good specimen."

You couldn't help but almost cringe when he called you that, you are already running thin on patience so one more thing out of his mouth is going to be the end of you. Albert offered to hold your hand, without thinking you took his hand.  Albert pulled you close to him, you almost fell down due the sudden movement but Albert caught you.

"May I grab my cane, to help me walk. Please?" You asked

Albert nodded, you reached for the cane that was near your nightstand. Once you grabbed your cane you followed Albert who was waiting by the door.

'This is my chance to escape. But what if it doesn't work? Fuck it if I die here it will be better than being here.' When you reached Albert you heard the sound of the door unlocking, you noticed he was holding a key in his hand. When he proceeded to open the door without thinking you jabbed your cane into Albert, this caused him to fall over and drop his key. You took this opportunity to take the key and leave the room. When you left the room you slammed the door behind you making sure you locked it. Because you couldn't run you ended up speed walking through the empty hallways. Entering some rooms here and there to find any weapon to help you defend yourself against Albert.

When you entered what you assumed was a supply closet, you heard footsteps running pass the door and a familiar voice saying "You can't hide forever!"

Your heart began to beat fast, you had to compose yourself. This wasn't the time to panic. Standing for such a long time puts a strain on your legs, walking becomes harder to do. So staying in the supply closet was a must do. You sat in there for what seemed like 30 minutes once the pain died down a bit you stood up and started to head back into the hallway. Once again you walked the seemingly endless hallways, and you almost got caught by Albert a couple of times. You managed to not be seen by the workers in this facility.

You reached an area where there were no workers, you explored through it and found a door that could possibly lead to the exit. You began to walk faster with your legs once again in agonizing pain. You almost reached the door when you saw a familiar figure near the door.

'Shit!'  You thought to yourself you began backing away when Albert began to approach you. You ended up trying to back away, unable to hide your emotions anymore fear ended up controlling you at this point. When Albert was now in front of you he began to chuckle a bit.

"This was such an entertaining game, it was so fun seeing you run around the facility thinking you were going to get out. You should see the look on your face, y/n." Albert cupped his hands on your cheeks.

"Let me fucking go." You spotted him.

"Hold your tongue, if I could I could kill you right now. Once again you probably want that."

"Why are you doing this?" You asked your voice slightly cracking

Albert had paused to think about his answer. He ended up ignoring the question all together. Albert began to change the conversation back to this whole fiasco. 

"I'm having so much fun that I'll allow you to continue this game we are having but y/n get a little more creative next time, dear heart."

You hadn't heard that name in a long time. Albert would call you dear heart when the two of you dated. You almost cringed when he said that name again, you tried to back away from him but he didn't let you.

"Remember when I would call you that? Or you begged for me to call you that." 

You didn't want him to say another word, the Albert you fell in love with died back in July 1998 now that's left is a sick power hungry man who only wants to change the world to match his expectations. Albert noticed how this was seemingly getting under your skin now, reopening old wounds. A part of him wanted to stop but he ended up counting to 'tease' you.

"Remember on that day, when we went to the Spencer mansion? It was the day before our anniversary, you seemed so excited to give me your gift but th-."

Before Albert could finish his sentence you had shouted at him to shut up. Seeing how you reacted he felt bad. This was out of character for him, he was soon snapped out of his thoughts when you had pushed him away. You had ended up falling backwards.

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?" You asked, your voice slowly rising.

Albert walked next to you and squatted down next to you. "Y/n, you are here for many reasons. But one of the reasons is because I want you by my side once again. I want you to be mine again, after all these years I thought my feelings for you would've died off but my dear Y/n they haven't. It only got stronger after all these years. '' Albert's tone was now more gentle. He was regretting the things he did, he made sure you didn't catch on. 

"But-."

Albert had shushed you before you could even say your sentence. "Allow me to finish. Why don't you join me, if you do we can be together once again or you don't. Nothing is stopping you from refusing my offer." Albert had ended up pulling you closer to him.

You thought about it for a moment but joining him would increase your chances of escaping and getting out of here. A part of you couldn't completely understand what he was saying to you, just a moment ago he was trying to play with your emotions so why did he suddenly have a change of heart. It was a high possibility he was lying but you wanted to believe him because similar to him you still had feelings but at this point they were so 'dead'. You made your decision, you were going to join him.

"Fine, I'll join you."

Albert's face lit up and it was noticeable too. Albert said anything else he picked you up, grabbed your cane and started to walk to your room. On the way over there he began to speak.

"From now on I'll be coming into your room to come see you more often my dear."

That's all he said you nodded your head in response to him. Once the two of you reached your room Albert placed you down on your bed but before he left he asked for the key back, you gave it back to him. When Albert left the room he locked it behind him, after waiting a couple of minutes you couldn't help but slightly cry in what you assume is frustration. You wished you never jumped out of that window but if you didn't Chris would've been killed and who knows what would've happened to Jill. 

'I'll make sure I get out of here, no matter the cost I will.'

#albert wesker x reader #resident evil #albert wesker #resident evil x reader

[resident-mercie]

More Resident Evil Smut Drabbles / Imagines. (NSFW).

You've both managed to make it out of Raccoon alive, and find yourself in the driver's carriage of the train you managed to escape on. Finally, you could both sit down for a while at least. But it seems Leon might have something a little different planned. He called it "stress relief", and honestly, it sounded pretty good after the night's events.

Leon.

Leon stood over you as you sat in one of the carriage's plush chairs, fluttering a light kiss over your lips, one that quickly escalated, growing heavier and messier. His hands caressed your body as you felt his breath against your neck. He was still as gentle as ever, but it was clear that this was more than relieving for the both of you.

One thing leads to another, and you find your hand tracing across his trousers, feeling him stiffen under your touch.

"Is that a handgun? Or are you just pleased to see me?"

Chris.

It'd been a long day at the RPD for Chris, and he wanted nothing more than to crack open a beer, and cuddle up in bed with you. It started fairly innocent at first – he wanted to be the big spoon. Holding you always made him feel so safe and grounded. But every time you decided to grind against his crotch playfully, you both couldn't help but escalate your 'cuddling time' to something a little more raunchy.

It wasn't long until you could feel his cock in your hole, cockwarming for him as you both laid together, Chris massaging your body tenderly with his rough hands. You could feel every movement he made, every time you stretched or he shifted from his current position.

You were all his, and he wasn't going to let you forget that.

Jill + Carlos.

It was time for your yearly annual reunion with Jill and Carlos, usually serving as a time to catch up after spending time apart from going about your lived after Raccoon.

Every thing was going relatively well, like every usual reunion of yours. Until everyone had a little too much to drink.

Tipsy to the point you were riding on top of Carlos, moaning in the hotel room you'd booked to share with Jill. As you three your head back, Jill massaged your sex with a quick pace, meeting your lips every so often with a lust-fuelled kiss. You couldn't help but cum as you continued to ride on Carlos' cock, Jill massaging your wetness, pinching your nipples, making you gasp out in pleasure.

It was an evening to remember.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Joan Jett Quartet

Part 3: Cherrybomb (Klaus x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: NC-17 FILTHY! Light bondage, oral (fem receiving), pegging, use of sex toys, language, consensual rough sex, voyeurism

A/N: It had been so long since you and Klaus played your dirty little game of give and take. And The Prophet was yours for the taking. 

Part 1  Part 2

Dedicated, as always, with love to my most fatastic ride or die @robertsheehanownsmyass And also @slutforrobbiebro and @frogs--are--bitches

You adjusted the straps and hoped what was inside your linen pants was concealed just enough. At least until you were ready.

You took a few hours getting used to this appendage that hung between your legs. It was in the way for most everything you participated in during the day. So you stood with your legs further apart, or sat that way as well. You tried desperately not to reach down and adjust yourself for fear others might figure it out.

Suddenly, Klaus was beside you as you looked out over the swimming pool. He loomed so large over the Children, but could be completely human with you. That scent of hibiscus, gin and hookah smoke filled your nostrils as he wrapped you up in his arms.

“Jill is worried about you, little chicken.” Klaus used that stupid name from the night he punished you for insubordination. A pet name, one of endearment. Yet it had been so long since the two of you played.

“I'm fine,” You weren't. This.. thing in your pants was annoying. You had grown into it at least.

“She said you were walking funny?” his voice lifted at the end. “I can't imagine why. You've not needed to be disciplined in a while” It was if he read your mind. “I’d like to think I'm being gentle.” His face got lost in your hair and took a deep breath.

Klaus was telling the truth. These days, or nights, or warm afternoons, you made more love than fucked. He became almost obsessed with looking at you. Wanting a connection with someone to the point where he wouldn't pull out until well after he came. He would beg to be inside of you a little longer. If only you knew why YOU were Klaus’s special choice.

You pushed into him a bit with the curve of your ass. Klaus became instantly hard. A smirk played on your lips knowing how much control you had of the situation so quickly.

“Oh you have been, but I know you have certain appetites. As lovely as it's been, I can totally see in your eyes that flash of ‘please punish me.’ Which is tempting because this ‘tantric, cum together, lemme go four hours before I get off’ shit you learned in India annoying. Mediate all you want, but if I got my hands around your throat and just,” you mimed strangling him. “You would explode right in the middle of your stupid breathing technique. Then I’d get some feeling back in my legs”

Klaus enveloped you. Instead of a lover’s embrace, he compressed your body as much as possible. The air rushed out of your lungs as he squeezed tight like a snake with a mouse. His strength always caught you by total surprise. One arm around your chest, the other your stomach as he held you vicelike. There was that power switch. He hated being bested.

“I know pain makes you wet too,” his voice snarled. His hand tried to grab your sex to prove a point, but he got a surprise instead. His entire hand enclosed around the shaft through the fabric of your clothes. “My what a nice cock you have.”

You reached a hand behind and dug your nails into his hard on. “I wish I could say the same for you.”

Klaus’s hold deflated but not his erection. You urged him to stroke the imitation between your legs like you were doing to his real one. Your palms moved in unison as your breath both began to hitch. He tugged when you did, your bodies moving in a strange dance on the stone terrace.

Klaus turned your head sideways so he could get his tongue far inside your mouth. Fighting and doing a dance with yours while you gained speed with your hand.

“I bet you’re not even that good at sucking dick,” you broke the kiss to toss the insult over your shoulder.

You spun around and fought to take the wheel back. You reached inside and sunk your claws into Klaus’s balls. The only way you could think of bringing him to his knees as he winced with pain. Yet somehow grew even more stiff as he knelt down before you.

“Is this what we look like from up here?” Your fingers began to ravel around the hair on the back of his head. You yanked it so he was made to look at you. “eager to please the prophet with our mouths full. They're always begging you to speak, but choking themselves on your dick.”

Klaus put his hands on your hips. One of them inched under your shirt. He drew your hips towards his face and kissed your stomach. You let out a sigh before he released the imitation cock you wore.

Klaus was tentative about the way he licked at it. Just the tip of his tongue at first, darting in and out over the head. Then he sucked on it, took more of the shaft in his mouth. His head began to bob down towards your pelvis and back. The way he swallowed it as much as he could while he held tight to your ass. He alternated between long licks up the side and consuming it whole.

“It's a fucking shame I can't feel this. Doesn’t mean I don't want you to gag any less than you made me.”

Your hips thrust with a certainty that Klaus could feel the tip at the back of his throat. He was soundless though save for the soft sucking sounds. You started to fuck his mouth. The way he and other men had done to you. Your hips pumped back and forth. How much was enough when you couldn't climax like a man?

In a moment of clairvoyance, Klaus dragged his mouth backwards so that the imitation cock was slowly revealed. There was a satisfactory sound like yanking a suction cup off a surface. He gazed up at you with large green eyes silently asking you to further command him. Your fingers seizing his thick tresses so he couldn't look anywhere but you.

“How many nights have you worried about these.. morons finding out you’re a fake? That you admitted to me you were fraudulent. I love a fucking secret, and that's such a big one you trust me with. Would be such a shame if they found out.”

“You can't do that,” Klaus sounded afraid.

Yet you weren't sure if he was playing along or truly scared you'd out him to the others. Something in the back of his pleading let you know he would be relieved. To cast off the shackles of these expectant leeches he created.

“You could expose yourself to them another way. How human you would finally seem getting fucked up the ass by one of them. Your chosen one.”

Klaus climbed to his feet and pulled his boots off. He clambered out of his jeans, after he undid his belt and tossed his shirt aside. He stood in only his underwear.

You arched an eyebrow. “It's so amazing to me you can fuck the way you do,” you pinched his lithe waist, “Seeing there's not much to you.” You got your nails into his chin and tilted his head to the side. You let them trace a line along his jawbone. “Fortunately you've got quite the face. No one cares about the proverbs you spew or diatribes you go on. It's how fucking otherworldly beautiful you are. Gorgeous enough to just ruin.”

Klaus took a breath and rolled his eyes. Your hand tightened around his throat. “Don't you remember how obstinance is rewarded? All that bullshit yoga, you ought to be flexible. Fucking bend over, and show me.” You reached for his belt. “What are you always saying to me when you want anal?” You mimicked his voice, ‘Let's see how tight that ass is?”

Not having to command, Klaus held his wrists out. “Why do you still have clothes on? Naked.”

He obeyed and stripped completely. Being without clothes wasn't that big a deal to Klaus. He walked around the compound nude all the time. There were days most of you did. It's the having no control over his situation that really left him naked.

You took his arms and held them behind his back. You looped the belt around and hooked it through the buckle. You pulled the strap as tight as possible so that Klaus’s wrists were bound. His stance was wide legged, cock completely erect.

“Bend. over.”

And like Klaus had done to you when he assessed your body, you stood beside him and bent his body. His back flat like a table. You ran your hand along his tanned skin and spine before seizing his cock again.

“I lied. I might be a little.. terse with you, but I don't think I'm cruel,” you tapped your chin but kept Klaus’s erection firmly in your grasp. “I forgot something that MIGHT make fucking you a bit easier. You aren't exactly in a state to run to the house. So how about you fuck me first. With your mouth of course.”

You pushed Klaus’s head down to indicate he should kneel. Arms bound behind his back, he eagerly complied.

He sat back on his haunches to watch you undress. You wore only the strap on, which was lifted up to expose your cunt. Then you anchored yourself on Klaus’s shoulders. His mouth deftly finding your quick-swelling lips so his tongue could dart out. He probed you by pushing his tongue deep and forcing an instant slick from within.

You moaned. Klaus’s body twisted at an odd angle to get further inside of you. He lapped and flicked at you while searching for that bud of nerves and maintained his silence. There was a soft growl or two as he expertly worked your clit. Klaus circled it, tilted his head enough to run his tongue along you as you started to throb. He moved at a breakneck speed, one you never experienced from him before.

The pleasure was overwhelming as you reached to help Klaus along. Your fingers separated your slit so he had easier access to your clit now. Your hips rocked into him as you rode his face. Your balance lost a time or two but you steadied yourself in your abandon.

The two of you were so brazen in the setting sun. On the terrace knowing followers were around to catch or watch. Klaus with his wrists strapped by a belt. You wearing a fake dick, fucking his face. Your heart and cunt raced together as you started to spark. The fuse began to catch in the center of your body and suddenly it exploded with sparks as you came. Crying out unexpectedly so that your voice echoed off the stone.

“Fuck. What comes out of your mouth is sometimes so cliché, but the things you let me put in it.”

You fumbled around with the fake cock so that you could shift it towards your body. Klaus sat back and watched. His mouth and chin glistened with your orgasm which he surreptitiously attempted to lick from his lips. The devil in his eyes as he kept his composure.

“I don't think you have ever been this quiet in the two years I've been here.”

You situated the rubber dick enough to plunge it into yourself almost fully. It slid in with ease and out a few times. You repeated this enough to get it as lubricant as possible. Then wrapped your fingers in Klaus’s hair to yank him into position again.

“When I fuck you, I want you to tell me how good it feels.”

Your hand was on the tip of the cock to center it between Klaus’s ass. Your other wrapped up in the leather strap to help pull his hips towards you as you slowly plunged inside of him.

“Further,” Klaus managed around the air he finally released from his lungs.

“That wasn’t loud enough,” you informed him. You had his forearms in each hand as you sunk in more.

“Harder!” Klaus raised his voice more. “Fuck me.”

You tugged him backwards by the arms so that the strap on was sheathed by Klaus’s body. He yelled out in shock, so you hesitated in case..

“Fuck me. Hard. I want to feel your hips against my ass.” Klaus begged. He had his neck curved so that his head was facing up. And angle that would catch passersby.

You used Klaus’s arms as leverage. Creating a push and pull as you began slamming into him. How often did he rut against you like an animal when you got fucked from behind. Now you returned the favor.

It wasn't long before Klaus started to make an animal noise each time your pelvis crashed into his ass. Your nails clawed at his arms and tied wrists while you started to jerk your hips like you knew he did. Short bursts then pulled almost out and jerked back in.

“That feels so fucking good,” Klaus’s words were punctuated by your thrusts.

You weren't sure how much longer you could stand. You knew from Klaus that men got off differently this way than women. Parts of him inside were like a clit, but like you he maybe needed manual stimulation too. So you bent over him. You bit his back in the realm of playful crossed with marking your territory as you turned to jerking him off simultaneously.

“Holy shit!” Klaus yelled out. You were so lost in making him cum that you didn't realize he wasn't referring to your hands and dick.

Your gazed matched his to catch slack jawed followers on the sidewalk and patio on the upper level. Some curious, others blazed green with envy as you became theatrical with your fucking. The two of you looking them all dead on.

“What’s wrong?!” Klaus shouted in their direction. “Haven't you ever seen a prophet get ass fucked by someone?! And don't stop, I'm gonna cum.”

You trained your eyes on everyone, and stood. Your hands firmly on Klaus’s arms once more as you buried yourself into him one more time. His body arched and exploded. The sticky substance managed to cover his chest and stomach.

You situated yourself and took the strap-on off. Klaus straightened his body so that he was at his full height. He contorted enough to break free from the belt constraints. His body shook ever so slightly from the orgasm effects while he lifted your palm to his mouth and kissed it. Then bent to kiss you, tongue far inside your mouth. You could taste your cunt on his lips as you danced with him.

“This is what happens, Children, when you become my Chosen One!”

You let a selfish grin play across your lips in response.

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#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #klaus hargreeves #klaus x reader smut #klaus x reader

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Bit random but what's your take on Aslan? If you've read Narnia which I think you said you did. Curious bc he always reminded me a lot of Albus Dumbledore

I’m glad you asked. 

Because as a child I always thought he was supposed to be God. It wasn’t until I re-read the books when I was older (around the point that the films were coming out) that I realized all of the Jesus parallels like him coming back to life, and caught the references to the Emperor-Beyond-The-Sea. So yeah, he’s totally meant to be Jesus, and that’s all well and good. But for the purposes of Narnia itself, he may as well be God. Much like how the subjects of a kingdom may answer to their monarch above all else, but aren’t very likely to ever encounter them, instead receiving their commands from their liege lord. The Narnians may not even realize that the Emperor exists. To them, Aslan is basically God. 

As far as his character goes, I like him, and he almost reminds me of Gandalf or the The Doctor in the sense that he is an eccentric and mysterious figure who comes and goes, yet always saves the day and walks with an authority among the common people. But C.S. Lewis made the books very religious, and nowhere is that more apparent than with Aslan. Hell, it’s not even him, it’s how the other characters revere him. I’ll never forget how Puddleglum insists upon setting Rillian free for no other reason than because he gave the fourth sign. (Which was, friendly reminder, to swear in Aslan’s name) and they were told to follow the fourth sign without question. They weren’t told what would happen if they did, but that it was paramount they follow it. So Puddleglum, Eustace and Jill set Rillian free, not knowing if he’ll attack them and accepting it as a possibility...because Aslan commanded them to. 

To me, that’s what sums up Aslan’s awkward religious undertones. The heroes are expected to show blind faith and obedience, and are rewarded when they don’t stray. It’s never about doing the right thing, it’s about staying true to Aslan, because as far as these books and characters are concerned, Aslan himself is synonymous with what is right, even though “right” can be subjective, you won’t see that mindset here. Aslan represents a very specific set of moral values that are treated as the right ones, and chief among them is staying true to God. I’ll likewise never forget the “redemption” of Emeth, who was loyal to Tash, except “not really” because he was always trying to do the right thing. Because of this, Aslan tells Emeth that he was really serving Aslan all along, because to do something cruel is to serve Tash, but to do good is to serve Aslan. It’s pretty much canon that they’re meant to be embodiments of good and evil, but the arrogance of Aslan deciding that Emeth was “never” loyal to Tash even though he clearly was...it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. 

And don’t even get me started on Susan Pevensie. Too late, we’re gonna talk about this. She gets barred from Narnia and Aslan’s country, is left the sole survivor of the train crash, because...she is no longer a friend of Narnia? And how is that? Because she stopped believing? Lost faith? Or was it because she was more focused on “nylons and lipstick?” I can’t help but notice that Susan forgetting Narnia coincided with her implied discovery of sexuality. It wouldn’t be outside the pattern of these problematic religious undertones to punish a woman for sex out of wedlock. But setting all that aside...it breaks my heart to hear Lucy of all people act like Susan is the one with the problem, but of course, we cannot question Aslan. Well I’m going to: Hey pal, whatever happened to “Once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen in Narnia?” Weren’t you the one who told Susan she was too old for Narnia, that she could never come back? What the hell is she supposed to do? Susan The Gentle deserved better. She didn’t turn her back on Narnia, Narnia turned its back on her. 

Or to be more precise, Aslan did. Just like he turns his back on all of Narnia at the end of the series, and leaves it to die. That’s literally how the series ends, and you know that’s on purpose because it’s depicting the Second Coming of Christ. Where those who haven’t sinned get to go to Heaven, aka Aslan’s Country. The Narnians have been corrupted by Tash, so they’re not worth saving I guess. Why is it that Edmund was redeemable after being hoodwinked by a false ruler, but the people bewitched by Tash don’t get that same mercy? Why is it that Edmund gets to return to Narnia again if Susan’s actions warrant her being expelled? The books retell the story of Eden by testing Diggory’s loyalty and obedience to Aslan, someone he just met, by tempting him with the chance to cure his ailing mother. He only gets the reward if he stays true. Because I guess a child stealing one apple that nobody would miss for the sake of his family would be sinful. Seriously, Aslan is supposed to be the ultimate force for good, but no one is ever allowed to question this. To challenge Aslan is to challenge what is right, because this is his world and he makes the rules.

So in other words, he really is a lot like Dumbledore and I’m so glad you made that comparison. Dumbledore isn’t literally a deity in the ways that Aslan is, like how he started Narnia. But the way the other characters follow his word without question is definitely unsettling and it bears resemblance to the socially expected obedience and reverence that everyone has for Aslan. The fact that the magical community all want Dumbledore to be Minister despite him being completely unqualified, the fact that he’s been flat out offered the job three times...is terrifying. People who question him are almost always villains, or otherwise wrong for doing do. Sure, this does get somewhat deconstructed in Deathly Hallows, in a way that never happens for Aslan...but the level of influence Dumbledore has over the community is creepy, and all things considered, he was still considered a good person by the end. Flawed, but good. Yeah, no. He was despicable and though Narnia has a different morality, I’m inclined to say Aslan was too. 

God it’s been years since I really bit into this series. I miss it. 

#The Chronicles of Narnia #Aslan #Susan Pevensie #Puddleglum #Albus Dumbledore #The Silver Chair #The Last Battle #The Magician's Nephew #digory kirke