#( a powerful and angry meow meow is to be feared around these places

[cruelprincae]

Even if Jude would be glaring daggers at her, I sincerely thought that Wren could talk things out with Cardan because the parallels between the two show us that they are each other's mirrors when it comes to the abuse they've suffered from their respective guardians, therefore he would have been more understanding of everything that makes wren tick. But even if Cardan is easier to talk to than Jude, he's still overprotective when it comes to the people he loves ( and his nephew nonetheless whom he has raised as his son ) so all hope of peaceful sorting flew out of the window when Wren bridled Oak and kept him a prisoner. Her whole attitude during the epilogue of the stolen heir is "i'm going to send a message to the High Court saying that I'm taking over the Ice Catedral and I'm keeping Oak for myself and perhaps I'll even take his throne" which is made particularly funny because Queen Orlagh underestimated Cardan too when she intended to invade Elfhame, giving the "what are you going to do ? You control the land, but here is he sea" and Cardan went "sike, but did you know what is beneath your sea ? l a n d" and boiled her alive before raising an entire island. He's going to have the same mentality with Wren because homegirl thinks that just because her ice Catedral is made of snow and ice, it isn't literally built on the land that obeys Cardan's every whim. granted, it'll be difficult because Wren has the power to destroy, but he will 100% bury her under the snow she calls a home. also, cardan doesn't like to be threatened so it's double the anger there.

[thedreadvampy]

trying to work but despite not having really. been in the fandom for ages I'm getting all het up about how with TMA fandom like. people were given these really dense and interesting and nuanced character arcs over multiple series for a core cast of female characters (Melanie, Georgie, Basira, Daisy) and IMMEDIATELY AND UNQUESTIONINGLY ignored those, pasted this exact character traits and complexities onto their fanon versions of male characters, then periodically complained that women weren't interesting or were Bad.

like this is a complaint I've been seeing about various fandoms for the last 15 years at least tbh (it's been going on longer but I wasn't there) but I really FELT it this time

people really haaaaated like Basira and Daisy for feeding the Fears and being cops, Georgie for being Mean To Martin and walking away from a friend in crisis, Melanie for being hostile and distrustful, and they'd like decide that that was All Those Characters Were and deem them Bad and Boring. but then the exact same people would go away and justify the exact same things from other characters or literally like. sprinkle them in where they aren't even there in canon to add spice.

like YEAH Daisy and Basira are cops who abuse power to do huge harm, that's like. the key tension of their characters like ultimately they've done things that are unforgivable and how they respond to that (Daisy tearing herself apart and then eventually falling back into her violent desires, Basira closing her eyes to it and continuing to find justifications). but it's wild that people would be like 'if you're invested in this character you're a cop apologist' then go straight into calling Elias or Peter their poor little meow meow bc it must be Sooooo Haaaard Having To Be A Murder Capitalist. and they would go on to put the narrative arc of trying to handle having done unforgivable things and trying to resist your Avatarhood onto men who either have only the vaguest gestures at that beat (like Mike or Michael) or onto men who like literally their whole deal is embracing their place in systems of abusive power (Elias and Peter)

like I legit saw people calling Melanie boring and saying her only character trait is being angry and then FAWNING over Gerry for being a Cool Monster Killer or weeping over how HARD it was for Jon to be so paranoid that he couldn't trust anyone. inventing backstory tragedy for people that mirrored Melanie's and then totally ignoring her stated history. absolutely HATING Melanie for being Mean to Jon and Georgie for being Mean to Martin even though both of those men are consistently harsh to those around them.

(honestly like so much of Melanie's nuance in particular got transplanted specifically onto Gerry in fandom)

Tim's the Fun One and Sasha's the Shy Sensible One even though in canon the little bits of Sasha we see show her as silly and light and confident in her own worth and matching Tim joke for joke. Georgie gets sidelined so that Martin can be The One Who Cares For Jon. When Georgie walked away because she couldn't help Jon that was seen by a lot of fans as selfish and unforgivable but when Martin did the same thing except instead of therapy and support he went into playing with the Fears that was laudable and sad.

and like. Jon. like so much about these characters specifically is that they're like. often a foil for Jon. making different choices in similar situations. Daisy and Jon handle realising they're monsters similarly but differently; Melanie and Jon handle paranoia and being stuck in the Archives similarly but differently; Georgie and Jon handle dealing with situations that aren't fixable similarly but differently; Basira and Jon handle embracing the reality of the Fears similarly but differently. and I feel like a LOT of the time where Jon came out looking less favourable in these comparisons (which is often - Jonny doesn't go easy on his protagonist) big chunks of fandom either ignored it or straight up changed his response to look more like the sympathetic ones that his female compatriots took.

TL;Dr I guess but the point is where female characters made bad choices or did morally dodgy things they were judged much more harshly by fandom than male characters - an unambiguously evil man was granted more space for nuance and sympathy than a morally grey woman. when they were given tragic or sympathetic or positive emotional beats those were consistently lifted and put onto male characters, even if that meant elevating a tiny background character like Mike or Gerry by attaching someone else's story arc to them. and then the fandom complained that they were boring or unlikeable. it is simply. bollocks.

[doubledgesword-2]

So someone stole my work, thought it was a good idea to impersonate me and claimed it was their own. So I’m posting it here so people know I’m the original author. Art is not mine. Part 1 Soulmate au! Please do not te upload somewhere else!!

WARNING NON-CON AND EXPLICIT SMUT

It was weird but not unheard of to have three soulmates. Lots of people reassured you it just meant more love for you. You, on the other hand, didn't felt it. Reading the names on both your wrists and the one on the top right corner of your back, just gave you chills. Not the good kind.

After doing some research on the names and better yet the last names of the three, you concluded that nothing good was going to come from this. You weren't a hunter, neither were you powerful. One could almost say you were average or normal when it came to brute strength.

So you did what any sane person would do. You disappeared. With some expert help and a lot of money involved, you erased yourself from the records, not leaving so much as a hair behind. It wasn't ideal, but you didn't want to spend the rest of your life running from a new enemy every week. Besides, if the three hadn't bothered to look for you, you figured you'd do them a favor, as angsty as it sounds.

Rural life wasn't bad. Leaving the big crowded cities and trading them for the quiet of the forest; it did you some good. You had a little cottage in the woods. Very far from anything and anyone. In the beginning, it was scary. What if something were to happened to you? Who would you run to? But as time went by, your experiences gave you the wisdom you needed.

So here you were gathering some water, inside a wooden bucket, from the nearby river. You pressed the bucket to your hip, leaning over to support the weight as your other hand had a bunch of pretty flowers. A nice touch for the kitchen today.

The forest was quiet today, peaceful with some little bird songs and the stream's running water. You walked amongst the trees happily, breathing in the cold air. Although the sun was beaming right on you, it didn't make you feel hot. The cold weather of the approaching winter contrasted the heat nicely inside your sweater.

Still, you kept walking blissfully, unaware of the stares focused on you. You did felt the paranoia hit you in the back, but this forest was vast, and in the time you'd lived here, no one has come across your little cottage.

Said cottage was in view as you walked. The sun setting meant you were on time to snug inside the house and turn on the chimney. Sure the smoke would be an indication that someone was there. But who would be looking for you? You had no family; cutting ties with your friends was easy since the relationships were shallow, and quitting the job felt like relief. You walked by your little garden, which was your pride and hobby, plus the only thing giving the house feel personality. The cottage wasn't like any standard wooden house. You asked it to be made and even pitched in with the workers to put some sweat into it. Afterward, all plans were equally erased like you. The house worked on solar panels, giving you the luxury of some electricity, which came in handy for the winter. A small chicken coop on the side gave you eggs and helped with the crops. It had the piping and whatnot, but overall everything was very eco friendly as you had insisted. You liked the place, and it seemed like a beautiful house to live the rest of your days without a worry. Sure it did get lonely during those sleepless nights. The ones were you thought too much about why your soulmates never cared to find you and reject you straight out. You didn't felt like dying by their hand. You weren't a fool; you knew their reputation, but something inside you gave you some light to hope. The light that you ended up squashing just because. The four of you were better off without each other. You really didn't want to be involved in their jobs and amusements.

You went inside, placing the bucket outside the front of the house and closing the heavy wooden door behind you locking it in the process. Inside the kitchen, you replaced the dying flowers with the new batch and quickly watched your hands to cook some dinner. You lighted the chimney in the living room, making the house feel warm and snuggly while putting some music on. You had taken off your shoes at the door and were parading around the house in fluffy socks, which made you slide into the kitchen as you danced like no one was watching.

As you stirred the pot and dropped more spices and ingredients into it, you heard a light tapping against the window at the kitchen side. Being in the forest had made you immune to the peculiar noises and the groans of the house when it was cold outside. You were pretty much anti-jump scare, but you were still new, so it was a work in progress.

You cleaned your hands on your apron and made your way to the window. You wanted isolation, but you weren’t completely crazy to be all alone in the woods. That’s why you made a friend.

“Well, hello there, big guy! How was your day today?” You opened the window, letting in the medium-sized fluffy black cat and closing it after he was inside.

You received a mewl as the cat rubbed himself against your legs and jumped on the turned dining chair. The kitchen and the dining room were fused, so you were sitting and reading while keeping an eye on dinner.

“Wow, taking my place? You’re rich, you know that?” The cat almost seems to shrug, giving you another mewl and licking his paws.

You smiled, shaking your head and focusing on dinner.

After everything was done, you washed the dishes and cleaned the surfaces. Just because you had a cat didn’t mean you wanted to give the mice a reason to come in. You rubbed the back of your neck, squeezing the spot as you walked towards your bathroom to wash up. The ball of black fluff eagerly following behind you to enter your room.

“You just want to get on my bed, don’t you? Here I was thinking you wanted to accompany me,” the cat meowed, jumping on the bed and kneading the folded blankets.

You chuckled, lighting the small fireplace inside the room. You turned to your vanity, picking your night clothes and turning to bathe. The warm water did help you relax more, maybe you shouldn’t carry the bucket with one arm. But the flowers you picked were worth it.

You came into the room towel in your hair and dressed in a robe. Only to stop abruptly, eyes widening at the fact that a man was sitting on your bed petting your cat like it was the most normal thing. He didn’t turn to look at you, and you quietly walked back, towel still in hand, but not far. You bumped into a hard chest, and if you hadn’t turned around to look, you would’ve thought it was the bedroom door. You gasped really scared at the fact that there were two men inside your bedroom, and you hadn’t even heard them come in. The man in front of you grinned joyfully and took a step towards you. Your eyes immediately went to the window in your room, and before you knew it, your feet had carried you there.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” the cliche rolled off one of their tongues, making you annoyed and irked despite the adrenaline rush.

You turned glaring, and that’s when spotted the third man on the other of the room leaning against your vanity with a book in hand. This was bad. Really bad. It had been a short couple of years, but you could see the resemblance. They had found you.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, you’re quite hard to find” the man with the slicked-back hair closed the book looking at you with cold black eyes and the ghost of a smile. One, you didn’t return.

As he spoke the tall and pale, magenta hair one took two steps toward you placing his hand on his waist. You took a step back, eyeing him warily. You didn’t smile or showed any joy at the fact that your soulmates had actually found you. You didn’t felt the overflowing love people used to say you would for having more than one soul mark. Instead, all you felt was cold and afraid for your life, fear running icily in your veins. Despite having a nen ability, you knew little of it ,and you could feel the aura they were letting off. It didn’t reassure you. On the contrary, it made you feel like cornered prey.

“What do you want?” Your voice could be considered an authoritative whisper as it flowed shakily pass your lips.

There was a moment of silence, and then the one dressed as a clown laughed merrily at your question. You could see amusement slip through the cold expression from the man that had spoken before.

“Danchou, I thought she would be smart,” the clown asked, looking to the man to you.

Your eyes hardened, annoyed, but still, you said nothing. The only person who hasn’t spoken was the long black hair one petting your cat—that fluffy traitor.

“Well, maybe she doesn’t recognize us. That gives us the chance to introduce ourselves. My name’s Chrollo Lucilfer.”

“Hiso-“

“I know who you are, who all of you are,” you interrupted, looking at all three of them, making the clown arch a brow in interest. “That doesn’t answer what you’re doing here or what do you want” you were angry and scared, nervously looking into their eyes.

“My dear darling, well, that’s easily answered. We’re here to take you home, make you happy, and all the in-betweens,” the clown expressed, giving you a playful feeling. He was waiting for you to make a move so he could jump at you. They all were.

“Thank you, but I am home. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to sleep, so if you could just leave?” You have them a sardonic smile hoping against hope they would accept the rejection and actually leave. It was a fool's wish.

“But soulmates are supposed to be together,” the man with long black hair finally spoke. His voice monotone and calm. It made your skin crawl. Oh, hell, no.

He finally turned to look at you, his big black eyes almost swirling and enchanting, a manipulator at its finest. You looked to the side, avoiding him.

“Then I could only assume that you three have found your soulmates. You’re together.”

“But it gets oh so lonely without you, little fruit” Hisoka was done playing from afar and slowly walked closer to you.

This made your bloodlust flare in a warning. They all got goosebumps just looking at it, feeling the sheer intention. It wasn’t as developed as theirs, but the fact that you weren’t afraid to push them away made their paints tight.

Hisoka let out a low groan, eyes half-lidded and looking at you with a perverted smile. You looked at your cat; you could get him later, and they were smart enough to survive. Then the towel in your hand and as Hisoka came to stand closer to you, you gripped the towel hard and threw it at him, covering his face for a brief moment that allowed you to pass him. They knew you weren’t a fighter, heck you had run from them in fear. It made you a smart coward in their eyes, but they weren’t expecting you to be so quick-witted and resourceful. They should have with you living in the middle of the forest and all. You slipped into the short hallway, feeling the breeze of something spearing near your face but missing you. It made you run even faster into the living room. What you weren’t expecting was the sudden failure of your body.

The minute you slipped into the hallway, Illumi had launched several needles your way. Even though some missed their mark, one hitting you square in the back was enough. You crumbled to the floor, clutching the small sofa and leaning on it as if you were crying. You might as well be—the intense pain coming from the center of your spine emitting pulse-like electricity. The stinging sensation made a couple of fears fall down. It left you breathless.

The trio calmly made their way into the living room, looking at your slumped form.

“Soulmates are meant to be together, with time you’ll understand. Staying with us is best for you.” Illumi was crouching near your form, grabbing your arms and pulling you to lean on him instead as he petted your hair for comfort. You tried to move away or do something to get out of his cold embrace, but each attempt was met with more pain. You whimpered.

“That was a rush. It makes me wonder...~” Hisoka groaned obscenely behind Illumi, talking to Chrollo.

“She does have spirit. That could prove to be a problem.”

“Oh~ but I don’t want to break her yet. Nice toys are so hard to come by these days.”

Your sniffles cut through their banter. Your form was trembling on Illumi’s lap as he kept petting your hair.

“Don’t move” Illumi’s hand slipped to your back, and you felt the sting of the needle being plucked. Your body relaxed, letting out a sigh and breathing greedily, but still shaking. The phantom pain made you involuntarily cling to Illumi’s arms for comfort, which made the assassin’s heart flutter. It was proof that you needed them, they just had to show you.

“We should show her how much she needs us” Illumi slightly turned to look at the other two, still holding you to his chest. His face expressionless as he spoke, but the excitement in his eyes can’t be denied.

Hisoka’s eyes gleamed, his tongue coming out to slowly lick his lips as he approached Illumi and crouched down close to the two of you.

“Hmmm, splendid idea, we have to show our little flower what she’s been missing all this time” Hisoka took a strand of your hair, twirling it and pulling slightly.

“Then it’s decided,” Chrollo’s voice felt like the judge giving the verdict to seal your fate away.

Hisoka didn’t wait for Illumi, he simply took you from his arms, bridal style and clutched you tightly to his chest. As if you were some long lost heirloom, he just found and couldn’t part with. You struggled a bit, jerking in his grasp, but the recent pain had left your muscles tender and sore.

Fighting was encouraged by them but had been diminished with their antics.

The way to your room felt like a death row walk, and you couldn’t help but keep wiggling pathetically in Hisoka’s strong arms. He looked down at you, his yellow half-lidded eyes were already a telltale of what’s to come. He bit his lips when you gave him your best wide doe eyes, and you swore he sped walk, feeling the vibration of a suppressed moan deep in his chest.

He brought you down on the bed, tenderly like a lover would on their first time. Your tired body succumbed to the comfort of the mattress and the warmth of the sheets. Hisoka lowered himself, pressing his body to yours and letting you feel his arousal hot in his trousers. Alarmed, you tried once more to move, but he brought his face close to your ear.

“Don’t worry, little one, we’ll be gentle….at least this time.” He bit your earlobe, kissing the spot to soothe the sting “Mmmm, but do forgive me if I just can’t help it~” he moaned slowly, grinding his hips into yours dragging the length up and down your thighs.

You whimpered and brought your hands up to his chest, pushing him as best as you could. He grinned and sat up, still hunched over you. Looking deep into your eyes, he took his shirt off, never cutting off the eye contact. Hisoka then took your hands, trying to push off his thighs and placed them on his chiseled chest, dragging them to touch him. He moaned obscenely, and you couldn’t help but blush at his well-built frame. Your hands felt the muscles contract and relax as your fingers, guided by him, gingerly touched every single spot. Hisoka bit his lower lip, looking down at you. You haven’t even noticed he had let go of your hands, and you were freely roaming, touching so softly his chest, his stomach...it made it all the more difficult to not take you right here.

He didn’t want to scare you; after all, this was the beginning of countless nights and days of pleasure to come. Your red nose, puffy eyes, and pouty lips made him hot. As your fingers grazed his nipple ever so softly, he bursted, throwing his head back and to moan loudly. You retracted your hand alarmed, and that’s when you noticed you had been almost lying down on top of Chrollo’s lap. The man’s fingers were tangled in your locks as he massages your head.

“Hisoka, you’re going to scare her away being so loud,” Illumi said from behind Hisoka. His face on leaning over his shoulder and his hands grabbing his hips. Hisoka’s hand came up to caress Illumi’s cheek, and he once more looked down at you through glazed and sensual eyes.

“Mmm, I just can’t help it. She’s so innocent...those eyes...It turns me on~” his hips jerked up quickly, grinding against you.

“Make her feel good first,” Illumi whispered in Hisoka’s ear, making eye contact with you, as he kissed the clown’s neck.

Hisoka crawled back, his hands softly running down your thighs. Chrollo unmade the knot holding your robe closed, and uncovered your body to them. You gasped, remembering you had just showered and had nothing but your dignity. The sight of your skin glowing under the dim moonlight coming from the window mixed with the reds and oranges from the crackling fire made their mouths water. Your squirming was pitiful at best, hands trying to grab the robe and close it, but Chrollo snatched your wrists pinning them down beside your head. He lowered his face closer to you and dive into your lips. His locks coming to the sides of his face and his soft lips molding against yours. For a moment, you forgot who these men were. Their sweet caresses here and there as Hisoka brought his face to nuzzle your stomach leaving kisses and marks wherever his lips touch. Chrollo took your alarmed gasp as an opportunity letting his tongue inside to explore. He groaned when you trying to escape him, lightly bumped into his arousal. He let your lips go, both of you breathing heavily.

He wanted more. "You are the greatest jewel I have ever stolen" he muttered his minty breath fanning over your abused lips.

Hisoka lowered all the way in between your legs, but you self-consciously closed them from him. He pouted like a kid who had seen his new toy but couldn't have it. Illumi pried them open, putting everything on display. Hisoka chuckled darkly, his hands rubbed your thighs and knees, and then they rested on the bed. Seeing your chance, you attempted to close them once more, but couldn’t. Looking up, you saw Hisoka smirking at you with a dark knowing look. He did it and now you could see the pink substance sticking your legs open to the bed.

“Bungee gum, love, has the capabilities of both gum and rubber.” His face came closer to your core, you could feel his excited breath, and it gave you goosebumps. He moaned bitting and kissing the inside of your thighs “I can’t wait to see your beautiful nen. The thought makes my pants so tight~” he licked his lips and dived into your entrance.

You moaned a bit overwhelmed at the sensation of his tongue, sucking and exploring inside without a care. The slurping sounds made you blush even harder. Still, you couldn’t deny the arousal building up, or the knot in your stomach tightening even more. At the same time, Chrollo and Illumi took it upon themselves to suck on your chest. Their teeth grazed your nipples, with the danger of biting down, and your back arched perfectly, allowing them more access to your perked nipples.

The pleasure was overriding all the red flags and alarms going off in your head, not too long ago. It was making you pliant, your heated body melting into their touches. You bucked your hips into Hisoka, and his hands came to rest on your hips, making you whine. He smiled, his tongue licking a slow and torturous strip up your slit ending on your clit. He latched on to your bud, eliciting a whine, brows furrowing at the electric feeling surging through your body.

Then something snapped inside you; you shut your eyes, letting out a loud moan, your body shaking as pleasure rolled all over your body. Faintly you heard Hisoka moaned equally loud, slurping all your liquids like he was starved. While still in your high, you didn’t notice Hisoka take off the rest of his clothes, his arousal standing proud. He crawled back on you, taking your knees and lodging himself between them.

Chrollo caressed your cheek, petting your hair. He lowered to give your forehead a tender kiss. “It’ll only hurt for a moment, (Y/N)”

Your eyes widened when you felt Hisoka’s length prodding at your entrance.

“W-wait,” you slurred, but he entered you gently, moaning at the warmth and slick coating him, beckoning him further into your depths.

You cried out as he went further inside until he was buried to the hilt. He keened in satisfaction, waiting a bit, and soaking up your walls’ sensation spasming around him.

“You’re so tight…so warm, mmm, it feels sooo good~” his hips started to slowly move.

Illumi, went behind Hisoka, kissing his neck and leaving marks all over. Meanwhile, Chrollo couldn’t have enough of your chest. Sucking and biting all he could, hands grabbing both your mounds and squeezing, decorating your skin in purples and reds. You mewled at all the sensations, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“Make her cum” Illumi whispered to Hisoka loud enough for you to hear. Hisoka grabbed your hips, speeding up, leaving you breathless, hips bucking, and meeting his thrusts.

“Mmmm, (Y/N)…I love that look in your eyes~” he moans thrusting even faster, your slick making it easier for him to slip in and out. Illumi went down where the two of you met and started to suck on your clit. You went crazy, the pleasure too much to contain it. “Arghh, she’s getting tighter…I can’t…” Hisoka moaned, burying himself deeper. One of his hands gripped your hip hard, surely to bruise, while the other held back Illumi’s hair as he sucked on you.

Suddenly the forming knot in your stomach tightened until hot white pleasure exploded through you. You squealed, liquids gushing around Hisoka, making his hips stutter, feeling your walls spams around him. He came, bursting inside you as your walls milked him for what his worth.

“Take it…Take it all~” Hisoka gasped, moaning breathlessly, his hips dragging out the orgasm.

Hisoka pulled out, making you mewl. The oversensitivity and tenderness were a bit too much. Through half-lidded eyes, you looked as Illumi took Hisoka’s spot, cleaning you up with his tongue. Chrollo stood and shed his coat on top of the vanity, his clothes joining the others on the floor. Illumi’s tongue swirled Hisoka’s cum and yours, lappin everything greedily, he then crawled on you kissing you roughly, making you taste the result of your joining. Your lips separated, leaving a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. With aggressive desperation he hugged you, pulling you flushed against his naked chest feeling how heated you'vemade him. Then you felt yourself being flipped over, Illumi under you.

Alarmed, you moved a bit, but Chrollo grabbed your hips, stilling you. He crawled over you, pulling your robe off of you and kissing your shoulder gently, his hands went softly down your spine giving you shivers. Illumi kissed and bit your neck, making you whimper as you felt his length prodding your entrance.

“It’ll be alright, just enjoy it,” He whispered, his monotone voice breathless as he guided himself into your slit. You mewled at the feeling, and he quietly gasped at your warmth.

Your eyes looked into his deathly ones, watching them swirl with different emotions. Yet, the main one being lust and adoration. His black hair fanning behind him gave him a mystical and beautiful look, he looked majestic, like some forest elf of sorts. You bit your lip holding back the moan. That’s when you felt a bite on your left butt cheek.

“Sorry, you look good enough to eat~” Hisoka drawled, and then you felt a finger prod your forbidden hole. You squealed, trying to writhe away, but it only made Illumi hiss in pleasure and grab your hips hard.

“Don’t tease me, (Y/N),” he groaned into your ear, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moan, as your walls flustered around him.

“N-no, p-please. Not there,” you cried out, the feeling of his finger weird and alien to you.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N)-Chan, we only want to make you feel good~.”

Hisoka was in front of you, lowering to your eye level, his yellow eyes lidded as he licked his lips and went in for a fevered kiss.

Illumi looking at the two of you kiss so wantonly, started moving his hips gently, biting his own lips at the display. Chrollo added another finger preparing you for him, the scissoring giving you chills. Yet, as Hisoka kissed you tasting himself in your tongue and lips, he distracted you from the prodding. He separated, panting heavily watching as some drool came down the corner of your lip.

He enjoyed your fucked out state.

Without warning, Chrollo entered the tip. It made your eyes widen to feel the burning sensation contrasting your skin with the coldness of fear. You gave a muffled screech, your walls closing on Illumi and making him unable to hold back the groan.

Chrollo slowly pushed inside until he was buried deep. He inhaled shakily, feeling you tighten around his intruding length. The feeling made him groan lowly.

Tears came rolling down your cheeks, you had never felt so full. In one night, the entirety of your virginity was lost.

Hisoka watched as the two men he liked the most, made sweet slow love to you, pulling adorable noises from your swollen and abused lips. He couldn’t help bit his own lip, looking at how they ruined you for the better. He loved the scene.

Chrollo dragged you away from Illumi. His face resting in the crook of your neck as Illumi’s hand grabbed your jiggling mounds, squeezing them and marveling at how they fit perfectly in his hands. You were made for them and only for them. Your body hasn’t known pleasure before, and you had clearly neglected yourself, you needed them as much as they craved you.

Hisoka came close to where you and Illumi met, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as his fingers came to rub on your hooded pearl, holding back the whine of pleasure. Everything was becoming too much. You convulsed a bit, the pleasure overwhelming you.

“She’s getting tighter,” Chrollo grunted, speeding his thrusts.

“Mmm, are you close, (Y/N)-Chan, hmm?” Hisoka got close to your face, his lips close to yours, teasing, “Are you going to cum on Illumi, like a good girl~? Milk them both for all they’re worth~?”

He kissed you, rubbing harder and faster, and you moaned into the kiss. He slipped his tongue in and sucked on yours, still tasting his arousal’s tanginess on you. That was the moment you became undone, your liquids squirting around Illumi. Both men thrust faster, almost competing with each other until Illumi came inside you, ropes of cum filling you up until he deemed it was enough.

Chrollo moaned lowly, biting your neck to muffle it as his cum shot into you, filling you on the other side.

Hisoka bit your lip and separated for air. Your eyes were almost closing, body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling up and down your body. Chrollo pulled out, his cum dripping down the back of your thighs, making him lick his lips in satisfaction. Illumi pulled you abruptly towards him, making you land on his chest. Hisoka was surprised and annoyed that he couldn’t watch your tongue lolled out, and your lidded eyes look at him.

Illumi grab your face with both hands and brought you in for a passion-filled kiss. It was aggressive and possessive the way his lips pressed into yours until you both couldn’t breathe. He let you go, pulling out and laying you down on your side. Your body was tired, filled to the brim, marked, and pounded to their heart’s delight. Chrollo pulled a blanket over you as your eyes finally closed in exhaustion.

“Mmm, that was delightful. Our little fruit might not be as innocent as we thought~” Hisoka sat by you, caressing your cheek as you sleep.

“We should move her in the morning. She shouldn’t stay alone in the woods.” Illumi sat at the other side of the bed, calling out to the black fluff, making his way into the room.

“We shouldn’t forsake this place. It could be useful when we need a place to get away for some time” Chrollo put on his pants and dressed in his coat, leaving the shirt of out the equation as he leaned against the vanity.

“Mmm, vacations here with our darling pet should be divine~” Hisoka kissed you, making you snuggle cutely into your blanket. He warmly smiled at you. “Danchou, let’s keep her here. She doesn’t exist in the world, and our line of work is not the safest. She’s still hasn’t shown us her nen, but I’m afraid she’s not as developed as we are. She’s not ripe yet.”

“Hisoka is right. Bringing her with us will only endanger her. Illumi, can you persuade her to stay?”

Illumi sighed, going to his clothes and pulling out a single needle. He went to Hisoka’s side, his eyes looking down at you with warmth. He sat by your head, almost on Hisoka’s lap, the clown giving a suggestive buckle against Illumi’s back, making him annoyed.

Illumi caressed your face, pulling your locks away from your forehead.

“She won’t be able to leave the forest, without us or our consent. She’ll stay here as she has but will always expect us. The moment her mind thinks of leaving, she will have the most painful headache. The more she fights it, the worse it’ll get until she stops.”

Illumi then pulled you to face him. Your close eyes made you look so calm and sweet, and your puffy lips called out to him. He then pressed the tip of the nen infused needle to the middle of your forehead and pushed it in. You whimpered in your sleep, brows furrowing in pain and discomfort as the needle lodged inside your cranium. Then as quickly as the sting had come, it went away, leaving you blissfully unaware.

The three men then showered in your bathroom and slept all around you smothering with their heat until morning came. Arms clutching you possessively as if the minute they let go, you would fade away.

You woke up with a start. Heavily panting and looking around to see if you were alone. Maybe everything was a bad wet dream, and they hadn’t found you yet. Your first thought was to leave this place that you had constructed and built with sweat and tears. It pained you, but having them found you, was too much of a risk. So you turned, placing your feet on the floor and wincing at your lower region’s discomfort, in all the lower part of your body. You whimpered but made your way to the mirror on your vanity.

The sight almost made you scream.

Deep red and purple marks were littered all over your neck and chest. You brought your hand to cover your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks. You looked down to see bite marks and bruises all over your stomach, hips, and thighs. You took your robe from the floor and put it on tightening the knot with shaky hands. You opened your bedroom door and quietly walked to the living room.

The embers of last night’s fire were still slightly lit; the windows were opened, letting in the fall breeze. But the place was empty, no well built handsome devils were in sight.

You sighed in relief. At least you were alone was once more, and they may never come back.

That’s when the front door opened, making you jump startled. You stayed in place watching as Hisoka came in carrying a hay woven basket with eggs, he took off his heels at the door placing them beside your shoes and looked up at your still form.

“Good morning, (Y/N)-Chan~” he brightly smiled at you, eyes closed in joy as he made his way to you. You didn’t move, baffled by what was going on. Hisoka placed a kiss on top of your head and went into the kitchen.

As soon as he left your space, Illumi came through the door, carrying your black cat in one arm and a bucket with water in his hand. He did the same as Hisoka putting his shoes beside his and the bucket near the kitchen. The black fluff jumped down his arms and trotted joyfully towards your legs, Illumi followed suit. He took your hand, kissing your forehead and bringing you into the kitchen. He pushed you gently to sit on the dining chair, and you winced a bit at the discomfort and slight pain.

Everything was tender.

“I’ll run you a warm bath,” his monotone voice and void swirling eyes gave you shivers, but his intentions were sweet. You nodded, still unsure of this picture, and he left you.

“I’ll make us some breakfast; you need to be strong if we want to have more fun~” Hisoka winked suggestively, and you hugged yourself unconsciously. “Now, now don’t be like that, darling.” he came closer with a spatula in hand, his big strong arms coming to cage you between the chair and him.

“I know you enjoyed it~” he gave you a peck on the lips and went back to cooking.

You looked at the door expecting Chrollo to join this weird play/reality show, but he didn’t come in. Curiosity got the better of you.

“Where’s...”

“Danchou? Hmm, he was busy and had to leave, but he left us to take care of you~”

“Is he...coming back?” You asked shyly, hating how you already missed the man or the fact that this domestic scene made you feel peaceful and right.

“Huh?” Hisoka looked at you, your shy demeanor let him know all you were thinking. He beamed with glee, you were already theirs. “He’ll be back tonight, maybe he’ll bring desserts~”

You hummed in response. Your eyes looked at the door, and a scheme came to mind. With Hisoka distracted and Illumi away, you could run. Run fast and not look back.

Your hands gripped the edge of the chair, and you almost took impulse to stand and go. Hisoka side-eyed you, his yellow eyes beaming with joy. You were such a fighter, he just wanted to ravish you now. The thought of you wanting to run made his pants tight.

“Do try it~” he said casually not even looking at you “I want to see how far you’ll get”

At that moment, Illumi came back, and you looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. He knew what you wanted to do, your intentions were clear in your eyes. It pained him a bit, but he knew you were acclimating still. He had to be patient.

You stood, and both men got ready. The tension could be cut with a knife. You looked at Illumi and went to him, seeming a bit defeated. He slightly let out a sigh in relief as he grabbed your hand and guided you into the hallway.

“Good girl,” Illumi said, pulling you inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him, snapping the lock to seal your fate.

[necros-writing-stuff]

oooooooooohh nooo thats so cute :(((( what u said abt young eden is so true omgg. they r also def the type of kid that brings stray cats n dogs 2 their home. so evrytime the orphanage carataker hears a meowing or barking inside they r like "gdi eden not AGAIN!!" but it wouldnt stop them lol. they r the type that r immune to scolding. after finishing wth being scolded theyll go back 2 do exactly what they r told not 2 do. oh n also they enjoy rough playing. so on top of being covered in dirt or mud, theyll always have bruises n scratches from getting into fights or just from falling or running around. also they have a habit of like, suddenly disappearing (maybe 2 the forest which makes them hard 2 track).

and lol ye i saw it, it made me go hmmm, a true missed opportunity. eden wouldnt let the chance pass. im manifesting a future update where we could give them oral spiderman style 🙏

a bit off topic but i was wondering if u have any ideas or hcs about eden n baileys relationship/friendship?? idk. eden being slightly aggressive n mad at u after they rescue(???) u from bailey when u miss ur payment kinda throw me off ngl. bc they dont act that way when they rescue you from remys farm or the asylum. like, wtf is going on??? idk. its a bit of head scratcher for me.

Ooooo boy Eden and Bailey's past is something I often think about.

Under a cut for sheer length

Okay so I think they are about the same age (late 20s to early 40s) and that they grew up in the orphanage together.

I think Eden was there since very young/birth, but Bailey came later.

Eden not having sole primary care takers fucked up their socialising skills and they felt more comfortable on their own (read:fear of abandonment).

Bailey I think came from a really abusive impoverished home, and thats what made them obsessed with money. They have a weird vendetta against their birth parents to be 'better' than them.

Eden had a stray dog they cared for, but one day when they were running through the forest, a wolf got at it. Hence their 'non of these would survive in the wild' line at the pet store, and their obvious interest in puppy play.

After that, Eden started to shut off even more, being aggressive with the other kids, until Bailey started hanging out with them.

Bailey was angry to be in an orphanage and could see that Eden obviously wasn't happy, so they sort of gravitated towards each other.

Bailey was also the only other kid that didn't cry when Eden hit them.

They're the only two people that know each other's birthdays, besides anyone who looks at their very real legal documents.

As they hit puberty and start growing, they get competitive. Both are rather controlling, so they make a ton of bets against each other. One of them being who can lose their virginity the fastest.

Eden is rather blunt at asking, scaring a lot of the potential partners off, while Bailey is smoother about it and of course wins the bet.

Some fellow orphans start going missing, making everyone uneasy.

This is also when they start noticing the rampant sexual assualt in town, travelling as two most of the time so they can fight people off easier, if needs be.

Terrible at school. Eden was great at English, decent at history, but good luck making them show up half of the time. Eden had a talent for art, however, particularly carvings.

Bailey was there to socialise and steal lunch money, but they had okay grades.

If this is set in England, they would have gone to a secondary school with a sixth form. This means ages 11-18 as students, and I hc that when they were in year 7 (1st year of secondary) Leighton was in sixth form (years 12 and 13). They did not get along for the brief time they would meet in the halls.

I also think Eden would have dropped out in year 11, at age 16, and probably had an apprenticeship with a woodworking company (explains making the coat rack and love seat).

Bailey starts getting into more and more criminal activities, dragging Eden into them too, until a local crime boss notices them. The boss takes Bailey under their wing, thinking Eden won't be right for the job.

Instead they ask Eden to get a job at the police station and help them get further footholds there, that's how Eden has all of those collars (inspired by that one anon), and possibly their rifle. Alternatively, Eden leaves for the military and comes back later.

It works, and they end up covering a lot of their tracks. It's probably around this point that Landry does a few smaller jobs around the place and starts hearing about the Boss' new protégé.

They both have money now, for the first time in there lives, and this is when their differences start to show.

Bailey wants more and more, where as Eden wants to be comfortable.

Bailey fits into the mobster life fairly easily, but instead of the drugs that a lot of the others peddle, Bailey specialises in extortion and blackmail.

They slowly end up getting quite a few powerful figures under their control, and when the boss dies and Bailey ends up in charge of the money? They buy the orphanage.

I think Bailey might have cared for the orphans at one point, in their own ways, but their greed got the better of them.

Working under the mob and the corrupt police has Eden start to hate and fear the town. The only place they felt safer was the forest - which was full of deadly animals. But Eden could protect themselves now.

Being tall and muscular means that Eden is often sent to intimidate or even physically hurt people, often times getting hurt as well. Not to mention when arresting people, some are rather adverse to going to jail and take stabs at them.

If I go with Eden joining the military, they come home hoping to have a familiar setting calm their nerves, but it doesn't. Working for Bailey to earn money also doesn't help, one job having them break into the police station and setting fire to their files (that's another way Eden could find the collars, think of their old dog, and take them in nostalgia).

Eden cracks when they're asked to kill someone off, only to realise its a kid. That's too far.

They go to Bailey and tell them they're done. They need an out, they're fucking miserable, barely sleeping, constantly anxious, and Bailey tries to convince them to stay at first, before realising that they could lose their best friend once and for all if they force them to stay.

So they start planning together what Eden should do, and eventually come up with the cabin. Bailey has Quinn/their predecessor in their pocket by this point, so some cash and threats have some builders help make it, including running water.

When in town, Eden supplies Bailey with animal furs for custom coats. Bailey gets Eden new books, cans of food, more bullets. And if you miss your payment, Bailey eventually gifts Eden with a spouse.

Eden gets angry if they 'rescue' you from Bailey cause its a reminder of the past they try to avoid, and they take it out on you. Of the fear they had as a young orphan of disappearing, something Bailey is now enforcing on more orphans. They take it out on you because violence has always been a way they've coped.

Occasionally, maybe on one of those birthdays, they sit at the lake and drink some whiskey together. They don't talk about their feelings, they're both too stunted for that. But it's comforting knowing each other is still alive and well.

[scary-lasagna]

Do you have any hcs for Grinny Cat with owner MC

Tw mentions of animal abuse, also my interpretation of Grinny might be a little different from Pasta Monsters :]

Grinny cat

Grinny rarely purrs, so when he suddenly curled up in the warmth of your arms, you couldn’t help but wonder what may be going through that cute little balding head of his.

It sounded painful and raspy, and you were reminded of the burning raspyness from talking through coarse a strep throat.

The poor kitty has had a rough past, with physical scars to prove his battles of experimentation and abuse/neglect of previous owners.

In the beginning, it was hard to gain the feline's trust, and you’ve caught him in the kinfe drawer multiple times when you were late to give him kibble.

How he was planning to stab you, you didn’t know. But it gave you a reality check that this cat was trained to protect and kill if need be, and you should start locking the knife drawers.

Eventually, he started warming up once he wasn’t tossed into the street after a month like the unfortunate previous owners.

Grinny realized he might have a chance with a new and kind owner, and decided to stop pawing at the knife drawer whenever you denied him treats.

and loves the audio-buttons you’ve placed around the house with a rare clip of his meow to scream at any bypassers outside the window.

It gets annoying after a while, but no matter how many times he presses the button you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

Meowing hurts, and the most you hear is a tiny pipsqueak around dinner time, so he vocalizes his screams of unfairness by knowingly making you angry with the constant “*click* MrEOW, *click * MErW”.

When he’s not tormenting the collection of buttons on the windowsill, Grinny either sits by your feet, on your lap to pester you during a movie, or if he’s in a trusting mood, wrapped warmly around your shoulders.

Anytime someone comes over, Grinny takes it upon himself to climb up your leg and prowl on your shoulders until the guest leaves. 

It gives you a sense of power you never knew you craved to be stared at in fear while a demon cat could attack at any moment.

[migissa]

NAME: Rina AGE: 20 HEIGHT: 1.65 m GENDER: Female NAME: Rita, Micia. (cat or cat motif because they like to meow) RACE: Hybrid not half human BIRTHDAY: 27/01 SOUL NAME: THE SOUL OF SALVATION

STAT: HP: 200 AT: 0 DF: 200 SP: 30

MAGIC

PRO -Can heal has powerful healing ability, -It can create a shield, around people or even in the form of a shield to hold, -When he sings he brings serenity and peace to others and empowers the attacks of allies with a right song, -She understands the pain of others thanks to his empathy When she has someone completely placed in front of him a SAVE or HELP button appears with this button, which comes in certain specific cases such as Killer Sans, which both come in his case, if the SAVE button works on Killer Sans there is a small possibility that he returns to normal and changes his mind. -Attacks Pink and Gray if the opponent is hit will not do any damage. -Immune to karma retrubution VERSUS

-He is too emotional and during the fight he risks his tears coming up, If it is not focused properly it risks empowering enemies, -If she receives heavy insults, she belittles herself and is more likely to catch her, -If hse finds himself in front of a soul of chaos or pure hatred she feels weak but still continues to be next to her, -When the situation becomes super heavy he goes into a state of panic attack and no longer knows how to control his powers (for this reason he has the necklace to reduce the effect) and once completely unleashed She faints from the excess of magic used, because it is not able to use it at its best until it transforms completely, when it has its full form it will feel very weak but will not pass out immediately.

She believes in everyone and is easy to manipulate except if She already knows something and doesn’t fall for it,

It often happens that she cannot see what the truth and lie is.

I recommend never making her angry, you will regret it if you manage to get her outburst of anger because she keeps all her emotions inside.

Her weapon is a pink and gray colored ball because she does no damage and her ability is permanently blocked with that type of attack. If he reaches his full strength and training, he might be able to keep his nerve.

She never attacks, she just heals, upgrades and shields so his is not the best.

CHARACTER -Dear, -Dandere, -Super sensitive, -Empathic, -Emotional, -Shy, -Forgive anyone -Optimistic about others -Stubborn, -He gets angry easily, -It is badly explained, -She thinks she said the sentence right but realizes after she said wrong, -Pessimistic about herself, -Misunderstood, -loud voice when she’s pissed off, -a little lazy.

Favorite food: hot chocolate, chocolate, sushi, baked potatoes and stew

Fears: Humans, strangers, dogs if they are alone, losing their new family, isolation from groups, feeling like a third party and thunder

Inspired by the soul and characteristics from: unconditional love and compassion from AmethystMuse on devinart. (https://www.deviantart.com/amethystmuse/art/InheritanceTale-Soul-Traits-673255925) Pace from Jess (https://aminoapps.com/c/undertale/page/item/soul-of-peace/bJNu_nIBqw0j4Vo40LjG8epgGPYMbWW) color of the soul peace and also of compassion on quotev https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8953195/How-Was-Your-SOUL-Taken-Undertale/3

The following symbols / words taken from: Skyrim and celestial alphabet.

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NOME: Rina ETA’: 20 ALTEZZA: 1.65 m GENERE: Femmina SOPRANNOME: Rita, Micia. (motivo di micia o gatta perchè piace miagolare) RAZZA: ibrida non metà umana COMPLEANNO: 27/01 NOME ANIMA: L’ANIMA DELLA SALVEZZA

STAT: HP: 200 AT: 0 DF: 200 SP: 30

MAGIA

PRO

-Può curare ha un potente abilità curativa, -Può creare uno scudo, intorno alle persone o anche sotto forma scudo da impugnare, -Quando canta porta serenità e pace ai altri e potenzia gli attacchi dei alleati con una canzone giusta, -Capisce il dolore dei altri grazie alla sua empatia -Quando ha davanti qualcuno completamente messo davanti gli appare un pulsante SALVA o AIUTA con questo pulsante, che viene in certi casi specifici come ad esempio Killer Sans, che vengono entrambi nel suo caso, se il pulsante SALVA funziona su Killer Sans c’è una piccola possibilità che ritorna normale e che cambia idea. -Gli attacchi Rosa e grigio se l’avversario viene colpito non potrà fare danno. -Immune al karma retrubuzion

CONTRO

E’ troppo emotiva e durante la lotta rischia che gli salgono le lacrime,

Se non è concentrata in modo giusto rischia di potenziare gli nemici,

Se riceve dei insulti pesanti si sminuisce e c’è più probabilità di catturarla

Se si trova davanti a un anima di caos o odio puro si sente debole ma continua ugualmente a stare accanto,

Quando la situazione diventa super pesante entra in stato di attacco di panico e non sa più controllare i suoi poteri(per questa ha la collana per diminuire l’effetto) e una volta completamente scatenata sviene per l’eccesso di magia usata, perchè non è in grado di usarla al meglio finchè non si trasforma completamente, quando avrà la sua forma completa si sentirà molto debole ma non sverrà subito.

Crede in tutti ed è facile da manipolare tranne se sa qualcosa già e non ci casca,

Spesso succede che non riesce a vedere qual'è la verità e bugia.

Consiglio non farla mai Incavolare nerissima, te ne pentirai se riuscirai ad farla arrivare il suo scoppio di rabbia perché tiene dentro tutte le sue emozioni.

La sua arma è una palla di colore rosa e grigio perché lei non fa danno e la sua abilità è bloccata perenne con quel tipo di attacco. Se raggiunge al suo pieno di potenziamo e allenamento forse sarebbe capace di mantenere i nervi saldi.

Non attacca mai si limita ad curare, potenziare e fare lo scudo quindi la sua mira non è delle migliori.

CARATTERE

-Gentile, -Dandere, -Super sensibile, -Empatica, -Emotiva, -Timida, -Perdona chiunque -Ottimista sui altri -Testarda, -Si arrabbia facilmente, -Si spiega male, -Pensa di aver detto giusta la frase ma si accorge dopo che ha detta -sbagliata, -Pessimista su se stessa, -Mal compresa, -voce alta quando è incavolata, -un pò pigra.

Cibo preferito: cioccolata calda, cioccolato, sushi, patate al forno e spezzattino

Paure: Umani, sconosciuti, cani se sono da soli, perdere la sua nuova famiglia, isolazione dai gruppi, sentirsi un terzo incomo e tuoni

Preso spunto per l'anima e caratteristiche da: amore incondizionato e compassione da AmethystMuse su devinart. ( https://www.deviantart.com/amethystmuse/art/InheritanceTale-Soul-Traits-673255925 ) Pace da Jess ( https://aminoapps.com/c/undertale/page/item/soul-of-peace/bJNu_nIBqw0j4Vo40LjG8epgGPYMbWW ) colore dell'anima pace e anche della compassione su quotev https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8953195/How-Was-Your-SOUL-Taken-Undertale/3

I sequenti simboli/parole prese da: Skyrim e alfabeto cielestiale.

[aiorevelations]

A Number, Not a Name: Part 18

Enjoy everyone!

4 months earlier:

Regis scanned the fragment of paper spread out across the table before him. Not even a month ago he was a desperate man chasing the shadows of his lifelong mentor. What he’d found in the jungles of South America had been nothing short of a profound revelation. The ancient words inscribed held the key to changing humanity. From the very beginning, he had believed deep within his soul that what Professor M spoke of was true. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew it. Though he’d never have suspected that the place which possessed what he sought was merely some speck on a map. A hamlet of small-town America. In the end, though the where didn’t matter. What mattered was that he attained his goal. Failure was his greatest fear. After what he’d sacrificed to get this far he wasn’t about to fall short an inch away from the finish line. Like Professor M had. When he stumbled upon he’d found a broken sickly old man barely clinging onto life. Filled with regret and sorrow that though he literally held in his hand the culmination of his life’s work, he would never live to see it. Regis had vowed that would not be his fate.

Fate, however, was a funny thing. Previously Dr. Blackgaard had possessed adequate resources yet lacked the knowledge he required. Now just when he had attained the necessary knowledge his funds were depleted. Alas Professor M had died, weighed down in debt, and without any assets to further fund Regis’ research. Dr. Blackgaard was one to keep his research away from prying eyes. The last thing he wanted was to inform anyone of his discovery. Who knows what might happen. Word could spread to the general public if that happened it was game over. Blackgaard was well aware however that the little venture he was starting in Chicago wouldn’t provide him with the funds he needed. The choice was before him. Either choose not to share his work and lose any chance of funding or take the chance and inform potential investors of his findings. When put that way there was only one option - the latter. “Blast” he muttered under his breath.

He rolled up the parchment and stood up from his chair, grasping his walking stick as he sat up. Pacing back and forth on the wooden floor he tried thinking of someone who would work as a potential investor. Blackgaard’s mind raced. Too many people had their motives and agendas they were trying to serve. The last thing he wanted to be was someone’s puppet. He’d rather give up his work altogether than be a pawn in someone else’s game. It has to be someone who has enough resources yet can be easily fooled. Someone obsessed with power and ambition that they’d do anything to obtain it - even trust a complete stranger. A person who is so full of themselves they’d never think anyone could bring them down. Sasha meowed, interrupting Blackgaard’s thoughts. He stooped down and picked up his faithful feline companion. Softly, he stroked her neck and behind her ears, prompting a deep purr from Sasha. “Oh, Sasha…Now, who do we know who’d be aware of someone like that.” 

Blackgaard had a long list of reliable contacts. Men and women spread across the globe. People who were aware of plots and schemes of power and the people behind them. Blackgaard’s polished shoes thudded on the packed earth as he circled the jungle cabin, left exactly as it had been when Professor M died. Professor M’s research notes and documents were packed carefully in boxes that were neatly stacked. His personal effects and clothes were strewn throughout the room. 

Regis placed Sasha down on the floor and walked to where Professor M’s trunk was located in the corner of the small hut. He opened the lid and searched through it until he found a notebook. He scanned over the pages looking for a particular name. An old contact of theirs who Professor M had known even before he met his esteemed mentor. They had come to value her greatly. Every secret or scheme going on she always found a way to find out. Finally, Regis' eyes landed on the name he was searching for. Blackgaard knew she was the answer. 

…..

4 months earlier:

Liana stared blankly ahead. She was busy pouring coffee yet her mind was somewhere else. Today would have been Erik’s birthday. She tried to push it to the side and carry on waitressing, but the memories would come flooding back. Picnics in the park. Splashing each other in the lake. The way he’d shower her with flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s Day. 

Liana had known she’d never be able to have peace until her father and all those responsible answered for their actions, but she at least thought with time she’d be able to have a sense of healing. Instead, the more time passed the more angry she became. She should be spending these years with Erik. If he was here she was certain they’d have been married by now probably with children. Living a happy and beautiful life. She’d been robbed of that life and forced to live a cold and lonely one. 

“Liana!”  Hearing her name, she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Uh sorry. Millie. What is it?”

“You’re pouring coffee all over the counter.” Liana glanced down and saw she’d overfilled the coffee cup, causing the liquid to flow all over the countertop. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She set the decanter down and grabbed some napkins from the dispenser.

“Are you okay? You’ve seemed distracted all morning.” 

She wiped up the spilled coffee. “I’m fine.” Liana picked up the coffee cup and walked to a table by the shop window. 

She set the piping hot coffee on the table. “Here you are, sir.”

“Thanks so much” the man graciously responded.

“Would you like anything else?”

“No, this is good for me. Thanks.”

“Of course. If you need anything please let me know.” She forced a smile and began to walk to another table where two women were waiting to order. Halfway to the table, she stopped. Her eyes were drawn to the television mounted in the corner of the room. An image of a man’s face caught her eye. His familiar features, grey hair, wrinkled skin, piercing black eyes, matched the image she’d seen in person on multiple occasions. One of the faces seared into her head for the last nearly five years. There was no mistake, the man was none other than Davit Dalmar. Below his image was the headline “Breaking News: Davit Dalmar, CEO and founder of Dalmar Petroleum, announces run for Krudian parliament.”

Liana found herself chilled to the core seeing his face. It took her back, back to that night. The worst night of life. She holding her dying boyfriend in her arms, knowing there was nothing she or anyone else could do. She bit back her lip and took a deep breath. No, she wouldn’t break down, especially in a Budapest cafe. 

What was that expression? The past has a way of catching up to you. She’d always planned to go back. To go home. Deep down she knew what she had to do. That pain. That anger. That overwhelming feeling of loss. It was still there. Burning in her soul stronger than ever.  She knew she’d never be able to move forward unless she went backward. Nevertheless, when it came to confronting her past she’d find herself paralyzed. Unable to go back. Memories of Krudia, her father, Eric haunted her. Every street or shop in Bulin came with some painful reminder. The very thought of stepping off the airplane filled with her dread and terror.

But now seeing Dalmar had served to remind her of the men she’d left behind. And of what she’d lost. He was a monster. Him and her father both. She felt another wave of anger surge through her. In what world was it fair that Erik was dead and Norvan and Dalmar were still breathing? How could someone be so heartless as to take him from her without a second thought? How could people, like her father and Dalmar, find pleasure in killing others? She may have thought the removal of some malevolent individuals necessary but never took pleasure in their demise only in the justice being served. One thing couldn’t be denied: her father and Dalmar were insane. They had to be brought down. Any reservations or fears she had, Liana knew she couldn’t wait any longer. She was done running from her past. 

…..

Present-day:

Jason woke, tied to a chair. Ropes dug into his wrists. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, or perhaps blood, though he wasn’t sure which one. His eyes adjusted to the dim light. He appeared to be in some type of warehouse. Above him, warehouse pendant lights flickered the only source of light in the room. 

It all came flooding back to him—what he'd prayed had been only a nightmare—The car chase, men shooting at them, Tasha slumping forward on the steering wheel ….

Tasha. His heart began to race and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Where was she? He prayed she was still alive. He frantically glanced around him but saw no one. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if his earlier actions had caused this. 

He struggled to loosen the ropes that bound him. Straining he turned every which way trying to free himself. It was no use. He let out a scream of frustration and lowered his head. A feeling of helplessness and utter loneliness consumed him, His head throbbed but the physical pain he was experiencing didn’t compare to his overwhelming guilt.

It’s my fault. The words stabbed through his mind. I got us into this. I shouldn't have acted recklessly—Why didn’t I just stick to the plan? Why did I have to be so stubborn? He shook his head. I wanted so desperately to prove myself that I ended up screwing everything up. If I get out of this I’ll probably have to resign. The last thing the NSA wants is someone who can’t complete a routine mission, let alone their first assignment. Who knows, maybe that’s probably for the best anyway. Donovan saw right through me. My flaws and weaknesses…how careless I could be…and I proved him right. Now not only is the mission ruined but Tasha’s life is in danger because of me. If she dies I’ll never be able to forgive myself.

He glanced up at the ceiling. Right now he didn’t feel like he belonged anywhere. His whole body felt numb.

There was nothing he wanted to do, nowhere he wanted to go. Nothing mattered anymore, except doing everything he possibly could to right his mistake. To make sure Tasha was safe and if possible successfully complete their assignment.

Whoever was behind this would probably hurt him. The thought barely registered in his mind. He knew he should feel something. Dread. Fear. Anxiety. But he didn’t. All his thoughts were turned to Tasha. They could do whatever they wanted to him. It didn’t matter. He would willingly sacrifice his life without hesitation if it meant they didn’t touch her. At that moment he knew he was powerless. There was only one thing he could do. He bowed his head and closed his eyes.

…..

Tasha’s eyes darted around the room, her eyes landing on the metal door to the side of her. She felt something digging into her skin and realized she was tied up. Tasha lay against the wall struggling to recall previous events, how she’d ended up here. Her mind was blank. The last thing she remembered was leaving with Jason for the gala. She looked down at her clothes. Instead of the dark blue dress, she remembered she was wearing light pink pajamas. She looked around the room. The floor was layered with dirt. Cobwebs hung from the corners of the room. Jason was nowhere in sight. Who knew where he could be. For all Tasha knew he could be lying dead somewhere or being mercilessly tortured. 

The door creaked open causing Tasha to look up. An older muscular man entered the room followed by a tall brown-haired woman. 

It didn’t take a genius to guess what they were probably after. Information. Luckily, Tasha thought, she’d been briefed and trained how to resist such efforts. She sat up in her seat and braced herself for whatever was coming, though she couldn’t help the shivers that traveled down her spine. 

Milena’s eyes met Tasha’s. Tasha tried to read them yet they seemed nearly expressionless. The man’s on the other hand were easy to read. They were deathly cold.

Milena spoke. “I have to say that was quite a showing back there. Very impressive. My hired men are known for their efficiency. You and your associate were their hardest targets ever by far.” She crossed her arms. “So congrats.”

Tasha kept a blank expression on her face. "You might as well just skip to the end. I’m not saying anything.” 

“Who said anything about getting information? I’m not so stupid as to waste my time trying to get intel out of an NSA agent.”

Elias walked over to Tasha “Never saw that coming did you?”

Tasha looked him directly in the eyes. “Can’t say I didn’t. If I was in your shoes I wouldn’t waste my time either.” Fear trembled through her, but at the same time, there was a defiance in her eyes. Even in face of danger, she wasn’t one to submit or hold back on fiery comebacks. 

A dark chuckle escaped his lips. He glanced at Milena. “I like this one. Too bad we can’t keep her around.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t be the best company anyway.” Tasha glanced at the metal door beyond Milena and Elias. There was one question she had to ask. Though a possible answer filled her with dread. Life had a funny, even almost cruel way of unfolding. Not even a few hours ago Jason and she had been going at it and now here she was worrying over his safety. Though she was still deeply angry and upset at Jason for what he had done, all that mattered to her right now was that he was alright. “Is…he okay?”

“He’s alive if that’s what you’re asking,” Elias replied.

 A wave of relief washed over Tasha. At least she and Jason were both alive. When it came down to it that alone only mattered. A dark thought crept into her mind. But then again who knew what their captors had in mind for them. Perhaps it would have been better for him not to survive, that might have been a merciful fate.

Elias stepped closer to Tasha. Then, from under his black shirt, he unslung a small black pistol from his belt.

Tasha’s mouth began to run dry and her heart began to race. Elias twirled the gun on his finger, only increasing Tasha’s uneasiness.

She ignored him, keeping her eyes fixed on Milena. “You know, you seem like a straight shooter so I’ll cut to the chase. Why exactly do you need us? If you’re not after information I fail to see the point.” 

Milena gave a small laugh. “Aren’t you a fast talker? Trying to hide your fear?”

“No, my boredom.”

Milena clasped her hands. “Let’s just say I need you both for a plan of mine.”

Tasha eyed her confusingly. “What kind of plan.”

“That would be giving things away now would it?”

“What things? Are you working for Dalmar?”

Pain flashed across Milena’s eyes at the mention of his name. It was only there for a second and was gone as soon as it came. Not before being noticed by Tasha. “Dalmar, that monster. Heck no! Your whole plan of bringing him down is still happening. You and Edward are just playing a different role than you originally planned.”

Tasha found herself shocked by Milena’s revelation. However, she made certain not to show her surprise to those in the room. Basic training - never show your opponent what you’re thinking. 

Milena turned to Elias. “Would you give us a moment?”

 He glanced from Milena to Tasha and back to Milena again. He placed his gun back in its holster. “Sure.” The door clanked shut behind him.

“I know what you may think of me and I can’t say I blame you. I’d probably feel the same way too…but I just want to say that I admire your tenacity. I respect what you’re doing.”

Tasha leaned forward. “Really. I would never have guessed. If you respected my mission, why interfere with it?”

“Trust me. I had my reasons. The justice I’d get from your NSA wouldn’t be enough.” She spoke, a hint of sadness showing in her eyes for a brief moment. 

From the first time she laid eyes on her Tasha could tell that the woman standing in front of her wasn’t a hardened criminal. That there was something beneath the surface. It was obvious now she’d suffered some tragic painful event in her life. Dalmar’s doing most likely. Tasha thought for a moment about how to respond. She knew the words she’d say would probably not change her mind or course of action, but she had to try.

Tasha spoke softly. “I know what horrific things Dalmar is capable of…Sometimes it seems that men like him just end up walking away but that’s no ex—”

“Excuse for me to take the law into my hands. Yeah, I figured that speech was coming. Guess what, I don’t have time for it.” Milena said strongly before turning around and walked across the room. Well, that went well but pretty much how I expected. Tasha thought as Milena shut the door behind her as she exited the room, leaving Tasha alone once again. 

[warriorsfireandwater]

Family First

A little one-shot based on the idea I sent about what Fireheart and Sandstorm’s stances would be on his presence in their kits’ lives. Obviously not telling you that you need to use this, but my muse doesn’t know when to shut up. 

Half a moon ago, if Fireheart had seen Sandstorm waiting at Sunningrocks, he would have been overjoyed beyond his wildest dreams. It was odd, now that he thought about it. Their Clans had despised each other for seasons, constantly at each other’s throats over who had the right to the very stones he had met with her so often on. Yet somehow, he was never quite as happy as he was during their secret meetings. For a while, he had thought that she felt the same way.

That hadn’t exactly turned out to be the case. Now, as he stared at her, finally coming face to face with her for the first time since she had so coldly dismissed him that fateful day, he didn’t know what to think. He tried to be angry with her–after all, she had been the one to end their relationship, yet here she was, asking to speak to him again. But instead, all Fireheart could feel was confusion, worry, and, though he tried to suppress it, a tiny seed of hope. 

“So,” he meowed, finally finding his voice. “It’s good to see you. You’re looking well." 

"Thanks,” Sandstorm meowed, glancing down at her paws. Fireheart wondered if she felt as uncomfortable as he did. “Listen, there’s…there’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m listening,” Fireheart replied simply.

She took a deep breath, then meowed, “I…I’m going to have kits.”

Although Fireheart was by no means an idiot, there were times when he was a bit slow on the uptake. For a few heartbeats, he stared at Sandstorm in confusion until the unspoken truth of her words finally registered in his still-lagging mind. 

“I see,” he meowed finally, realizing even as he spoke the words that it was quite possibly the most pathetic reaction to finding out that one was going to be a father in history. But he was too stunned to do anything else. 

If Sandstorm was at all bothered by his apparent lack of enthusiasm, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she pressed on, “I…I know things didn’t end well between us, but I want our kits to grow up with both parents. You’re a great cat, Fireheart, and I know you’ll make a good father. So…will you be a part of our children’s lives?" 

Our children. The phrase tugged at something deep within Fireheart’s chest, and for a moment, for one brief, bright moment, he allowed himself to imagine a world in which he and Sandstorm were raising their kits together. Where they were the happy family he had always wanted. Some of their Clanmates might disapprove, but they would stand strong throughout all of it. 

But just as quickly, reality sunk in and he shook his head. As much as he wanted to be with Sandstorm and raise their little family together, he knew it wasn’t possible. The past few moons had forced him to grow up in more ways than one, and he knew now that he couldn’t afford to waste his time dwelling on pipe dreams. 

"No,” he meowed finally, feeling as though he was being torn open as he spoke his rejection. “I’m sorry, Sandstorm, but…I just don’t think it would work out." 

Her face fell. "Why not?” she protested. “We used to meet in secret all the time. Who’s to say we can’t do it again?" 

The irony of the fact that she was asking to meet in secret again when she had been the one to end things wasn’t lost on him. Instead of commenting on it, he replied, "Back then, we only had ourselves to worry about. How long do you think it will take for someone to notice that your kits keep disappearing from the camp?" 

"We could make it work,” Sandstorm pleaded. “Or if you don’t want to sneak around, I could join RiverClan or you could join ThunderClan. We’ll find a way, Fireheart, I swear." 

"Sandstorm, don’t,” Fireheart interrupted, shaking his head. “I’m not going to leave RiverClan, and I’m certainly not going to ask you to leave ThunderClan. Neither of us would ever be happy if we had to leave our Clans. Face it. There’s no way this is going to work." 

"But–" 

”Don’t,“ he interrupted again, his tail lashing in frustration. "Don’t you think this hurts me just as much as it’s hurting you? They’re my kits too, Sandstorm. You can’t possibly want me to be a part of their lives more than I do. But if we’re going to give them the best lives possible, they need to grow up believing that their father is a ThunderClan warrior." 

Fireheart paced back and forth, unable to meet his former mate’s gaze. He wasn’t sure what prompted him to start speaking, but once he started, he found that he couldn’t stop. 

"You want to know why I don’t think this will work. Well, let’s start with the obvious. I’m sorry, Sandstorm, but I don’t trust Tigerstar. I’ll freely admit that I don’t know the full extent of what he’s like as a leader, but he was Thistlestar’s deputy and that’s not something I’m willing to overlook. Thistlestar didn’t seem like the type of leader who would choose a deputy that didn’t agree with him on all counts. But whereas Thistlestar ruled by brute force and fear tactics alone, Tigerstar has the strength of LionClan and the cunning of a fox, which makes him even more dangerous. If he found out that our kits were half-Clan, I don’t trust him not to hurt them in some way because he would certainly be clever enough to make it look like an accident." 

"Furthermore, even under the miraculous circumstance that he doesn’t cause our kits to suffer some sort of horrific fate, letting them grow up being known as half-Clan kits would still deny them their right to be accepted by their Clanmates. The warrior code prevents us from physically harming a kit regardless of their birthplace. It does not, however, prevent anyone from giving said kit a hard time about their birth." 

"I love being a Clan cat and I would never even dream of going back to Twolegplace. Despite this, I can safely say that there are some significant failings in the way Clanborn cats think, particularly with your inability to see past the circumstances of someone’s birth." 

"I was born a kittypet, but I’ve lived in RiverClan since I was six moons old, and I’d like to think I’ve done everything in my power to be a loyal warrior. Even so, there are still cats even within my own Clan who distrust me, who still consider me to be fundamentally inferior to them because I wasn’t born in RiverClan. They may not say it out loud as much anymore, but I see the way they look at me when they think I’m not paying attention. Even those that aren’t necessarily trying to be insulting still consider me less than them deep down because that’s the way all Clanborn cats were raised: to think they’re better than everyone else simply because they were born in the forest." 

"Should I have to put up with it? No. And in an ideal world, I wouldn’t have to. But I’m willing to do it anyway because I love it in RiverClan and because my predicament is mostly by my own doing. I didn’t have any control over being born in Twolegplace, no. I did, however, have control over whether or not I chose to go out into the forest." 

"But I don’t want our kits to grow up the way I did, Sandstorm. I don’t want them to have to put up with constant whispers and taunts. I don’t want them to grow up believing that they should be ashamed of their parents. What happened between us was a mistake. I’m not saying it wasn’t the best time of my life, but it was a mistake. We were both foolish–well, mostly me for even suggesting it in the first place. And if the day ever comes when I have to pay for that misjudgment, I’m fully prepared to accept my fate. Our kits, however, are innocent, and they don’t deserve to be judged for their parents’ mistakes. But you know just as well as I do that if anyone else finds out that our kits are half-Clan, they’re going to pay for our mistakes for the rest of their lives." 

"I can’t let that happen, Sandstorm. I won't let that happen. I’m sorry. If there were any other way…but there isn’t. I’ll always love them and I hope they know that I’m proud of them, but I can’t be their father. I know you’ll raise them to be warriors that ThunderClan can be proud of, and I know they’ll have a wonderful father as well. It’s just…not me. I had the power to decide whether I stayed in Twolegplace or not, and now, I have the power to make sure that my kits have the life I could never have, being fully and unconditionally accepted by the cats they’ll be living alongside until the day they join our ancestors. And that’s an opportunity I can’t afford to miss." 

Without another word, Fireheart turned around and padded away, heading deeper into his own territory, feeling wearier than ever. Perhaps the day would come when he finally felt proud of the choice he had made for his unborn kits, but right now, the only thing he could feel was a heavy sadness. 

It wasn’t fair. For as long as he could remember, all Fireheart had ever wanted was someone in the Clans who shared blood with him. He saw how happy the families in RiverClan were, and he wanted that for himself. Now, there would be a litter of kits who shared his blood, creations of his and Sandstorm’s love (or what had once been). But he couldn’t ever claim them as his own. 

But he did have a family. His family was RiverClan, from the smallest kit to the grumpiest elder. They might not share blood, and certainly not all of them were fond of him, but they were all willing to put their lives on the line for him just as he was willing and ready to do the same for them. 

Fireheart knew the love his mother had for him. He knew the love of a warrior for his Clan, he knew the love between mates, he knew the love between littermates, and now, he knew the love of a father for his kits. And in the end, wasn’t that really what family was all about anyway? 

If it meant his kits were happy, then he would gladly put himself through anything for their sake because that was what a good father should be doing: putting his children’s safety and happiness above his own. 

Besides, no matter what, he was a RiverClan cat first and foremost. 

And in RiverClan, family always came first. 

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wow that shit hurted... this is so good ty for writing this!! i love seeing other people’s takes on the characters and getting little writing snippets like this :’)))

[clareisa]

Monsta X As: Sons Of 7 Princes Of Hell [their curse]

- Although they are sons of the most powerful demons in the hell, they have pure souls given by their human mothers. But their fathers all left in theirs sons the sin they are representing which is making their lives complicated. These young men learned about their demonic powers and gifts. As they grew up they learned how to tame down their sins but sometimes it was much more powerful than them.

- Will there ever be someone who will show them the other side of their demonic self? Maybe it will be you... maybe thanks to you they'll deserve their place in heaven despite their origin...

Shownu:

Son of Beelzebub, prince of Gluttony

Hyunwoo always loved to eat since he was young child but as he was growing his hunger was becoming bigger and bigger

He was always saying that it was because he was very active so he needed lot of food

But he secretly knew why his hunger was endless and he always cursing his father, the one he never met

Along with gluttony came greed as well, most of the time he was unable to share anything and mainly food

That's why he liked to be alone, he could have more for himself and the he wasn't so ashamed if there wasn't any people around

Hyunwoo wanted to share deep down but he couldn't bring himself to do it

His sin made him turn into lonely human being with only one happiness in the world, food

But one day he started to change. It was the day he met you

You were the new cook in his favourite restaurant

You were the most perfect woman he ever saw and something inside told him that he must get you

He asked you out and it worked. You said yes and he found happiness in your answer and in your company

He was strictly saying no to dinner or lunch dates because he was "on diet"

The truth was that he didn't wanted his sin to take over him while you are watching. He thought you would be disgusted and left him like everyone else

But one day you finally convinced him because u were really hungry. He was sitting next to you behind the table nervous and sweating because he knew he wouldn't able to stop himself

But when the food arrived and you asked "Can I try from yours?" you asked sweetly

Old sinful Hyunwoo would react in mean way but suddenly something clicked and he surprised himself by nodding

When he feed you a spoon and saw your smile after saying thank you he felt his endless hunger going away

Hyunwoo found new happiness that is stronger than the sin his father gave him

And it was you

Seeing you smile made him finally feel happiness from other things than just food

You were his guardian angel... He must said that angel that could cook like a God

Wonho:

Son of Satan, prince of Wrath

Hoseok was the most pure and peaceful baby boy you could imagine

But as he was growing the anger in him was growing as well

He knew that it's his father's fault that he was getting angry over simple things and wanted to fight everyone who disagree with him

As he felt his wrath was getting out of control he started working out, boxing, martial arts... just anything where he could release his sin

But even this didn't help with everything

He was still fighting people on street when be just simply didn't like their face

Most of the time he almost killed the people

Hoseok wasn't satisfied until his knuckles wasn't red and the other human wasn't bleeding and coughing out blood

Hurting people and being angry was so addicting to him

He just couldn't stop himself even is he wanted to

Anger replaced almost all his emotions he used to have

That changed on night when he was walking home and heard scream

He found you trying to get out of the grip of the man who were obviously drunk and wanted to take advantage of you

His anger raised and he threw him off of you

He always regretted when be was beating up someone at least a little but not in that moment

When he almost killed the guy you screamed and touched his biceps to stop him

To his surprise he did stop

When he looked at you with tears in your eyes and wounded lip all his anger disappeared and was replaced with fear

Fear of you being hurt

He took you to his arms and ran with you to the hospital

He was waiting there for whole night and when they let you go home you thanked him and invited him out as a thank you

Hoseok agreed and since then everytime he was with you he never felt angry

His thoughts wasn't hateful anymore because he was thinking about you

And when your face appeared in his mind only thing be could think was how fragile, beautiful angel you are and that he want to treat you gently how you deserve

You were his angel... angel that always woke tenderness and gentleness in him

Minhyuk:

Son of Mammon, prince of Greed

Minhyuk's sin started showing up already in his early childhood

He never wanted to share toys with other kids and was getting angry when someone touched something that was his

As he was growing up it was getting worse

His attitude made him lonely, no one wanted to hang out with him

But he didn't care, he was happy all alone just with his precious property

Yes, he was very successful in his work and he for sure didn't struggle because of money

But people hated him and wished just the worst for him

At one of nights when he was enjoying himself in club he saw you with your friends

Minhyuk immediately wanted to have you, he wanted you to be only his

He was very charming and you agreed to go out with him but you really quickly realised his greedines

He was so jealous, no one could talk to you when you were with him because he wanted you just for himself

As you were walking throught park a homeless woman came to you and asked for a food

Minhyuk was ready to yell at her but he froze when you gave her your corndog and even a bottle of water you took from your bag

"Why did you do That?" he was stunnned

You smiled and kissed his cheek "It was right. You should try it sometimes too." you smiled at him

Since then Minhyuk was thinking about it a lot

You looked happy that you helped her and he wanted to make you happy

Minhyuk asked you why you are with him since he is like that and you just said that you love him

You saying that broke something in his greed heart

He started with little things like allowing you wearing his clothes

And with your help he even started donating money to charities

And to his surprise it felt amazing

He loved helping other people and your praise was the best prize for it

You were his guardian angel that showed him how amazing it is to interact with the world and how amazing it feel to help

Kihyun:

Son of Lucifer, prince of Pride

Kihyun always thought he is special

He grew into prideful man

He knew he was good looking and he could have anyone but he didn't want to simply because no one would be enough for such a perfect man as him

He was always praising himself and his ego was growing

His sin made him shameless around people and because he was so sure he is better than everyone he ended up alone as well

It wasn't such a problem for him since he loved himslef so much

Why be shouldn't? He was extremely handsome, intelligent, talented and just perfect right?

For the first time he felt shame was the day he met you as his new co-worker

You were perfect match for him and he was so sure he can get you easily

That's why Kihyun was so shocked when you said no to his cocky question

He was speechless and he was ashamed like never before, he felt so small. So imperfect. So unimportant

For the first time in his life

Since you were his new co-worker you were seeing him every day and everyone saw how Yoo Kihyun became quiet when you walked to the room

He didn't want to even look into your eyes from embarrassment

When others told you this you were shocked but pleased a little as well

But when Kihyun didn't even look at you, you wanted to change it

"I'm sorry for being so mean." you told him in the morning

Kihyun didn't what to say but he stuttered a small "you don't need to be"

In the end you told him that you would love to go out with him but he can't be as cocky as he was when you first met

Kihyun suddenly felt like the happiest person on earth and in humble tone he said yes

He couldn't believe how shy he was around you and how much he was admiring you and everything you were doing

You were his angel that kept him humble and the one he always admired no matter what

Hyungwon:

Son of Belphegor, prince of Sloth

Hyungwon was never active which made all people around him worried

He was too lazy to study so his student life wasn't good

He was too lazy to go out with friends which was leading to losing them

Lastly he was lazy to even eat that's why he was so skinny, not healthily skinny like he used to be but almost deadly skinny and pale

His relationship was never good with people because he was too lazy to help them, meet them or even talk to them

The only thing that was keeping him alive was his cat

The only living being that he always take care about

His cat was his best buddy

She didn't talk but cuddled with him all the time and was helping him to fall asleep

So when his cat ran away he was crashed

That's why when he heard her meowing by the door he ran the fastest in his life

When he opened the door he saw the most perfect woman holding his cat lovingly in her arms while petting her

He was so thankful

Your hands touched when you gave him his cat back and Hyungwon never felt so much energy going throught his body

Smiling, he asked if he can't ask you for dinner as a thank you for his cat. You said yes

Since that day Hyungwon was almost shining

He became a whole sunshine

He was with you every day and when you said yes to his love confession his laziness disappeared

He was so full of energy when he was thinking about you

Everytime you touched him it was like you were recharging him with life

He was never happier, thanks to you he started enjoying life to the fullest

He sometimes heard the voice of the sin of his father but with you by his side he always successfully ignored it

Jooheon:

Son of Leviathan, prince of Envy

The monster with green eyes was inseparable part of Jooheon's life

Since he was small he was envious

He was jealous of everyone and everything

That resulted in hatred towards people

He knew he shouldn't be but his father's sin was stronger than him

He was always asking himself "Why they have this? Why not me?" Or "they don't deserve it but I do! Why i can't do that or have That?"

He felt like whole world is against him

He felt like people don't deserve what they have

His mean gaze always scared people

And if he found some friends they quickly ran away after realising his true colour

He couldn't have relationship because he was always jealous

Because his girl should have be just his. She shouldn't have talk with her mom, right?

He saw you for the first time at bus stop at early spring

You had your new green beanie and Jooheon being his usual self he was envious even about your beauty

You were looking at him and when you smiled he felt even bigger rage

How dare you to be so beautiful?

But he froze when you took off your beanie and put it gently on his head

"You look much better than me. I look funny in them." you smiled brightly at him

His heart in a second warmed up and the frown from his face disappeared

And he did something he never thought he would do

He took the beanie and gave it back to you with smile "you looked really cute with it. Please, wear it." He said

"Here you must be cold." He said and gave you his hot packs

As you took it, said thank you and smiled at him, Jooheon couldn't stop the warm feeling

You went to nice coffee and after that jooheon didn't know how to live without you

You were angel that took him away from his curse

Changkyun:

Son of Asmodeus, prince of Lust

When he was small he was the most innocent human you could imagine

But when his teenage years began Changkyun started to be uncontrollable

He couldn't live one day without sex

Sex was his drug and he could last for many rounds

It was the reason why girls left him

Yes, they liked the perfect sex he was giving but he was obsessed

He wanted to have it all day everyday and be hurt many girls in process

And he became bored of them easily as well

Thanks to his demon origine he never caught some sickness from all the girls he was with

But when he met you... His life changed

You were so pure, so innocent but at the same time you weren't stupid

He was charming and he knew how to ask you out

But when it came to your date, he didn't even think about sex

You were gorgoues but for some reason the only thing he could think about was him holding your hand, dancing with you, cuddling with you or just kissing your forehead

You fell for his charms of course and started dating

Changkyun changed and your first time was after months, almost after year and he made it perfect

Gentle, slow and full of love and not lust

You showed him that life is much more than physical pleasure

[aalissy]

Hold My Baton

Day 6 is done! It's short but sweet and I hope you like it <3. I love Marinette being a BAMF lololololol. I hope you do too! Lemme know what you think :)?

AO3

“You want me to what?” Marinette asked him, shock and confusion evident on my face.

“Hold my baton, please,” Chat repeated himself, holding the stick out to the designer.

She looked at him like he was a lunatic, but grabbed onto the baton. She couldn’t stop herself from muttering, however, “What is Ladybug going to think?”

The superhero either didn’t hear her or chose not to comment, instead igniting his cataclysm, rushing into a battle with the akuma. Why he asked her to hold his baton was beyond her. Her eyes darted around, though, wondering if she could get away with feigning fear and panic and find a safe place to transform into Ladybug. She was stopped as she noticed Chat continually looking back at her, making certain she was safe from the akuma he was currently fighting. Stifling an angry, frustrated sigh, Marinette resigned herself to her fate until she could find an opening. A pained yelp snapped her back into focus, and she saw her partner stumble to the ground, weakened by something the akuma had done. Marinette reacted on instinct alone after that, diving in front of the akuma with Chat’s baton, blocking the villain from hitting him once again.

“Marinette, what are you doing?! I said hold it, not attack with it!!” the superhero scolded her from his place on the ground.

“You gave me this for a reason,” she shrugged, sweeping it under the akuma’s feet and knocking him to the tough concrete, “Now get up! We need to go quickly and give Ladybug some time to arrive!” Marinette reached for his hand, yanking him up and dragging him away from the battle. The beeping of his ring reminded her that they had a time limit and she pushed her legs faster, managing to duck the two of them into an alley. She had just enough time to whirl around and squeeze her eyes shut when a flash of green burst past her eyelids.

“Marinette?” Chat’s voice asked cautiously, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder comfortingly. It did nothing to ease her comfort, however, as she noticed the lack of leather and claws on his hand.

Clearing her throat nervously, she fidgeted uncomfortably, “I-I’m fine. A-and I didn’t see anything, so don’t worry about that.”

A voice interrupted their conversation as his kwami begged for cheese, “This is wonderful and all but I’m starving. You have cheese, right?”

Marinette bit her lip to stifle a giggle that was threatening to burst forth. Of course all Plagg cared about was cheese, she shook her head slowly. Feigning ignorance, she asked innocently, “Who was that?”

“Oh, that’s my kwami, Plagg. He’s actually the reason I have any of my powers,” Chat explained as she heard the small, cat god tear into a piece of what she assumed was camembert.

“Wow, that’s so cool,” Marinette breathed out, adding just a touch of awe in her voice.

In the next second, Plagg burst into raucous laughter and she practically saw him rolling in the sky, his hands covering his chest as he chuckled. She fought the urge to reach back and swat him. The designer pinched her arm harshly instead, finding that easier than killing the small kwami.

“Yeah, it is purrety cool,” she envisioned Chat flexing and rolled her eyes at the cockiness in his voice. 

Choking back her own laughter, Marinette nodded, “Yep! A-are you ready for battle yet? I’m sure Ladybug probably needs your help.”

“You’re right!” he practically screeched before she saw another flash of green as he called on his transformation, “Plagg, claws out!”

“Is it safe to look now?” she asked after a few seconds. Chat hummed an affirmation and Marinette peeked one eye open to see the familiar superhero in front of her. She breathed out a quiet sigh of relief before handing him the baton she was still holding, “You might need this.”

“I don’t know purrincess. You’re really meow-velous with it, yourself. In fact, you might be even better than me,” Chat said, giving her a quick wink. Marinette was about to scold him when he accepted the baton from her, giving it a few twirls for fun.

Scoffing at him, she folded her arms at her chest, “Is that so?”

“Yep,” he nodded, “If you want I’m always available fur lessons.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one giving you lessons, in that case?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him before a crash from nearby startled her out of her haze. Muttering a quiet curse, she began pushing him out of the alley, “Anyway you need to go! That akuma sounds dangerous!”

Chat turned around once more, his green eyes piercing her blue ones as he looked at her seriously, “Promise me you’ll be safe, Marinette?”

“Y-yeah I’ll be fine. I promise,” she stuttered once before shaking her head, gesturing him towards the akuma, “Now go! Paris needs you!”

“Thanks for the help today, purrincess. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you!” he gave her one last parting salute before diving back into the battle with an akuma.

Marinette watched him disappear completely before opening up her purse to greet her kwami, “It’s time to transform! We need to help Chat! Tikki, spots on!”

[thinkyoureholy]

Soul Eater [12]

[We going 3rd person pov starting this chapter]

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Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Demon! AU

Words : 3.7k

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, sitting on my ass. I brought my knees up and rested my elbows on my knees, burying my face in my hands. I was hyper aware of Yunho’s stare, knowing he desperately wanted answers and I should give them to him but every time I opened my mouth to explain I found myself tongue tied. I mean what could I tell him to ease his mind? It’s true that I’ll be leaving in two months. It’s true that I’ll be forcefully breaking our deal once I leave. It’s true that I’ll have his memory erased. It’s all true but how was I supposed to tell him without breaking his heart?

“Y/N…?” He called out to me, his voice sounding closer than before.

I flinched at the sound of my name, hoping he’d give me more time to come up with an explanation that was good enough to justify why I’ve been keeping this from him for so long. But the longer I waited the more impatient Yunho got. I could feel his confusion switch over to disbelief then to anger when he put the pieces of the puzzle together all on his own. I peeked through a small opening in between my fingers to see him glaring at the floor, his eyes darting around as a deep frown etched itself onto his face. I frowned myself at the sight, wanting to reach out and reassure him but I held back, watching his hands ball up into fists at his sides. 

Without much warning he turned his back on me and headed back inside the bedroom. I waited silently, holding my breath as I watched him walk out fully clothed. I sat perfectly still, not daring to move. The moment I heard him slip on his shoes I reached over to place my hand on Nala’s head gently, petting the hair in the middle of her forehead softly with my thumb.

“Go with him.” I whispered to her under my breath, her blue eyes flashing a bright red briefly before she ran after Yunho.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall, a long drawn out sigh falling from my lips. As much as I wanted to go after him I stayed where I was, trusting Nala. I knew he needed his space so I stayed where I was, switching over to look through Nala’s eyes to keep an eye on him.

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Nala ran after Yunho, barely getting through the door before it slammed shut. Seeing at this level was a bit disorienting for me. It had been a while since I’ve used this power. At some point I had forgotten that we demons had it since I rarely used it but the instant we found Nala the memory came back. Its a power not many used really, the ability to see through the eyes of an animal, listen through their ears, and control their movements at the basic level was something most if not all demons found to be a useless ability. The ability didn’t really give us much of an advantage over...anything really so it was rarely used.

I cleared my head of these useless thoughts, focusing on following after Yunho. Nala sat by Yunho’s feet as he waited for the elevator, looking up at him. I couldn’t really see his face too clearly from this new angle. I knew Yunho would immediately pick her up if he knew she was there so I had Nala meow, nudging at his foot with her paw. His ears picked up on the sound instantly, his gaze dropping to the floor and the look on his eyes was enough to make my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. Not only did the look break my heart but the tears that stained his cheeks that I hadn’t seen until now was enough for me to want to return to my body and run after him. The only thing that stopped me were the words he uttered as he picked Nala up.

“You won’t leave me will you, Nala?” He asked in a gentle tone, cradling her small body against his chest.

As he stroked the fur on her back another tear fell from his eyes, followed by another until sob after sob wracked through his body. Why? Why was he acting this way? Was the idea of me leaving really that hard on him? He can’t be feeling so heartbroken after only eight months together. Did he love me so much that the thought of never seeing me again was enough for him to break down like this? Did--did he have abandonment issues that I was unaware of? Had something similar happened to him in the past?

I tsked, clenching my teeth as I began to move Nala’s paws.  I had her climb up his shirt until her face was only centimeters away. I had her stay still for a moment, staring up into his face with her big round eyes. 

‘You idiot. I’m not worth your tears! Save those emotions for somebody that can reciprocate them. Save your heart for somebody that truly deserves it. Stop crying over someone that was never meant to love in the first place,’ I told him, my words never reaching his ears but that didn’t stop me, ‘I’m nothing but a monster...I don’t deserve you.’

And with that I had Nala nuzzle her head against his face, drawing a breathy laugh from Yunho. He pulled her back to look into her eyes once more, the sobs no longer leaving his lips but the tears had yet to stop.

“Why do you think she kept it a secret for so long, Nala? I just want her to trust me, is that really such a hard thing for her to do? Or does she not see me the same way I do? Even after what we did tonight, is her heart still too far away for me to reach? Will I ever be able to?” 

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I lurched forward, scrambling to get to my feet. I slipped on the rug as I ran out of the apartment. The moment I stepped out into the corridor I spotted him by the elevator, his back to me. I bit my lip, swallowing the whimper that crawled it’s way up my throat and took quick steps over to where he stood. As soon as he was within arms reach I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face into his broad back. I felt him tense in my hold, his hand going to my arm, trying to get me to let him go but I held on tightly. 

“I’m sorry,” I cried out, letting the first of many tears soak through the back of his shirt, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry I made that arrangement with Lucifer without discussing it with you. I’m sorry I keep putting you in harm’s way. I’m sorry you had the misfortune of meeting me. I’m sorry.”

I don’t know if he was shaking because I was crying so hard or because he was also crying. I don’t remember the last time I cried like this. I do remember crying frequently when I was human but never like this. I had never felt this heart wrenching pain before, not even when my own parents died or when my husband would take his frustrations out on me. I didn’t even feel an ounce of this when I found out about Greed’s deceit. Nothing I had experienced in my long life was even comparable to the pain I was feeling in my chest at this point in time. No physical pain was even close to this. I wanted nothing more than to claw at my own chest, anything to take my mind off of this torture. 

“If you’re sorry then don’t leave.” He finally spoke up in a low voice, his hand over my own.

I said nothing, only burying my face further into his back, squeezing him in my hold desperately. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I would stay, I couldn’t lie to him anymore. The best I could do right now is apologize for keeping it to myself. I couldn’t make another promise to him that I know I’ll just end up breaking in the end.

“You promised me you’d stay.” He sighed out, his voice raw with emotions.

He said nothing for a second before I felt him try and pry my fingers off of him but I refused to let go. I held on tighter, desperately clinging onto him.

“I’m doing it for you.” I spoke in a firm but trembling voice.

“I never asked you to.” He responded, his tone cold and distant, “All I asked was for you to stay by my side until my contract with you expired and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I’m trying to protect you, dammit!” I cried out, turning him around forcefully so he’d look at me, “I’ve told you time and time again that you’re worth saving. Your soul-”

“I don’t care about my soul! If I cared I wouldn’t have sold it away in the first place!” He yelled, cutting me off, “All I wanted was to be with you but you go behind my back and make an arrangement with the devil without even speaking to me about it! Do you even care about what I have to say?! Do you even care about me at all!?” 

His brows furrowed as he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears. I opened my mouth to tell him that I do care about him, for fuck’s sake I’m in love with him but the words didn’t come out. I couldn’t make the words leave my mouth no matter how hard I tried. Did I even want him to know? Wouldn’t it be easier to just have him hate me? If he hates me then it’d be easier for him to move on and forget about me, right? Yeah...it’d be easier for the both of us if I just stayed quiet about my feelings.

“If you’re going to leave anyway why are you dragging it out?” He whispered, not once looking at me as he headed for the stairs.

The second I heard the door that led to the stairs close I fell to the floor, my legs no longer strong enough to hold me up. I clawed at the floor, the pressure on my heart too much for me to bare. I just wanted to feel anything other than this pain. Even the rage that seemed to consume my entire being whenever it hit was better than this. 

Feel angry then. Take out your anger and frustrations on the ones who caused this. Make then kneel at your feet. Make them beg for your forgiveness. Make them fear you. Make them regret ever causing you this pain. Show them just how devastating Wrath can truly be.

-3rd Person P.O.V-

The voice was loud, rumbling deep inside of her but her lips hadn't even moved an inch. The instant the voice went silent it's like she became a totally different person. Sure she's shifted into this form before but never like this. Her claws, horns, and wings sprouted ever so slowly out of her, her eyes now glowed a brilliant red as she stared at the floor intently. Even her clothes changed, the hoodie turned into a long black cloak that stopped right at her ankles.

The look that had settled over her face was a look that would send even Lucifer himself running for the hills. Her body seemed to glow with a dull red light, her rage so intense it was like nothing she had ever felt before. In fact, one could argue that this was no longer Y/N and they’d be right. This wasn’t the Y/N Mingi or Yunho knew, or the one Greed and the other sins knew, it wasn’t even the same Y/N Lucifer knew. No, this--this was the original Wrath finally showing himself. He had been hiding deep inside of her, resting, saving his strength until he could finally come out. He’s come out to the surface a few times over the past few weeks but he still wasn’t strong enough. Y/N hadn’t fully given into her rage, that is until now. And the moment she gave in he came forward. 

“Ah...it feels so fucking good to be back.” She sighed out in content, looking over her claws.

But it wasn’t her talking. Sure it was her voice but those were his words. And as he took control the memories of his final moments flooded their shared mind space, Y/N reliving these memories with him.

-Three Thousand Years Ago-

Wrath clenched his teeth, holding his left arm close to his body as he glared daggers at the man standing only a few feet away from him. This man was his closest confidant, the one demon Wrath could trust...or so he had thought. This man now looked at Wrath with nothing but contempt, his yellow cat-like eyes hiding nothing from him.

“How dare you!? After everything, how--how could you betray me like this!? I trusted you!” Wrath cried out, his voice laced with sadness, an emotion he was unfamiliar with but still hurt all the same.

“A mistake on your part really.” Greed responded as nonchalant as ever, “You really thought I would choose you over our lord? How naive can you be? Is anger really the only thing you can feel?” Greed paused to scan Wrath from head to toe, a scoff leaving his lips, “How pitiful.”

Wrath growled low in his throat, spreading his wings out behind him, his claws coming to an even sharper point, his canines growing like they never had before, and his eyes, they glowed so bright they were almost blinding. Wrath had never looked more animalistic than he did in that very moment. Greed would be lying if he said the sight didn’t frighten him but he stood his grounds, Lucifer’s orders ringing in his ears.

Wrath didn’t utter a word as he charged at Greed, the latter moving out of the way with ease. Lucifer had gone to him thinking he could out maneuver Wrath and kill him but what both Lucifer and he didn’t know was the power and speed Wrath had always displayed was never up to par with what he could really do. He had kept it hidden, that is until today. When Greed moved out of the way Wrath gave a flap of his wings, stopping his forward momentum. He dug his heel into the ground and ran back, grabbing at Greed’s neck from behind. He dug his claws in deep, Greed immobile, his face shoved roughly into the ground.

“I’m pitiful? How about you? Following orders just because you’re too much of a coward to stand up for yourself. What happened to wanting to break free from his chains? Did you not want to be free?” Wrath asked through his teeth, “He gave us life and for that I am grateful but I will not be his slave. I have my own thoughts, my own feelings, my own aspirations. Everything about me is mine and no one else’s.”

“You can’t...beat him.” Greed struggled to get out, his voice strained, “He’s too powerful. His strength is comparable to the archangel Michael!”

“If I can’t beat him then I’ll die trying. No longer will I be taking orders from the likes of him. I’m sick and tired of being nothing more than his puppet.” Wrath spat, his hold on Greed’s neck getting tighter by the second.

“I do hate when pests don’t know their place.” A voice said from up ahead, Wrath’s head snapping up at the sound of it.

The sight he was greeted with had his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach, his eyes going wide with shock. His grip around Greed’s neck disappearing completely. He rose to his feet, staggering forward a few steps before he stilled. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his eyes fixed on the woman standing next to Lucifer, fear clear in her eyes. 

“Why? Why are you here!? Artemis what the fuck are you doing here!?” Wrath shouted, his voice making her jump, a whimper falling from her lips.

“He--he said you were in danger. He said only I could help you…” She sniffled, shaking like a leaf in the middle of a thunderstorm.

“I’ve told you time and time again to never ever come here! Even if I’m dying you just let me die!” Wrath yelled, his face twisted in pain at seeing her down here.

Tears fell from her eyes at his words, a frown decorating her face as she wiped at her tears with the palms of her hands, “I can’t just let you die, you idiot! I love you! How can you just ask me to do nothing if I know you’re in danger!?”

He faltered, the strength seeming to leave his body, “Artemis…”

Lucifer grinned devilishly at the emotions he saw swimming around in Wrath’s eyes, “So you’ve been more insufferable these past few years over a lowly human?”

Wrath kept his mouth shut, clenching his hands into fists, his claws digging into his palms. He took a step forward the instant Lucifer placed a hand on her shoulder. He opened his mouth to get him to let her go but nothing came out, instead he tasted blood on his tongue. He furrowed his brow, looking down in confusion at the weird sensation coming from his chest. He grew even more confused when he saw a hand covered in blood sticking out of the place where his heart was. He could faintly hear Artemis’ cries as he fell to his knees, letting out a wet cough, blood spilling from his mouth. He looked up and reached out for Artemis, watching helplessly as Lucifer mercilessly broke her neck. His eyes glossed over at the sight of her lifeless body strewn across the floor, everything else fading out into the background. All he could do was stare at her body, not even wanting to fight back when Lucifer made his way over to him, digging his claws into Wrath’s neck and lifted him off the ground. He couldn’t even find the will to fight back, no longer wanting to live in a world without Artemis. Trying to overthrow Lucifer and take control of Hell was meaningless now. 

-Present Time-

“They killed the only human you’ve ever loved…” Y/N said in a soft voice, the words now her own.

Wrath nodded, a hand clutching the fabric over his heart, “I wanted to change for her. I didn’t want to just be a deadly sin. I wanted to be more...for her. But that bastard Greed went running to Lucifer after I discussed this with him. He betrayed me and I’ll never forgive him for that.”

“Natsuki hasn’t changed I see.” Y/N let out under her breath.

“Natsuki?” He repeated the name, unfamiliar with it.

“Ah, sorry its--its a force of habit. It's the name I gave Greed centuries ago. He and I didn’t really leave things on a good note fifty years ago. I still find myself using the name I gave him from time to time.” Y/N explained, scratching the back of her head bashfully.

Wrath paused for a second, going through Y/N’s memories to see what exactly she was talking about. And when he saw the memory he was looking for his face twisted in disgust.

“I see. Well as distasteful as it was seeing you with him this could work to our advantage.” He pointed out.

“How so?”

“If you could get close to him once again we could get rid of him. Aside from myself Greed is the strongest sin. If he falls the others will follow. And once they’re all gone we can kill Lucifer once and for all.” Wrath explained, giving Y/N some time to wrap her head around what he was saying.

She raised a brow, tilting her head to the side, “Can we really pull it off?”

“Of course we can. I only lost sight of what I was doing because they dragged Artemis into it. Had they kept her out of it I never would’ve died so easily.” He reassured her with a bitter smile.

“What if they re-hatch that plan and go after Yunho? I can’t have him put in danger like that.” Y/N spoke skeptically.

Wrath paused, letting her think on her own. He didn’t want to push her into anything because he knew better than anyone what the risks were. If he had known the outcome beforehand he never would’ve gone after Lucifer and the others. Y/N knew what happened with Artemis and she was scared that something like that would happen to Yunho. It was too big of a risk but Wrath couldn’t just sit idly by and let them live after everything they did to him.

“Y/N, Yunho’s life has been in danger since the very moment he summoned you to that pentagram. But we can save him. We can end everything here and now. If you let me take control then I promise you I’ll kill them all before I rest once more. I will never come back out and you can live with Yunho without the fear of Lucifer harming him.” Wrath began, pausing for a second, “You have my word, Y/N. I’ll give you and Yunho the happy ending Artemis and I were robbed of.”

Y/N stared down at her hand with a pensive look in her eyes as she mulled it over. Wrath waited patiently, knowing it was a lot to ask of her but if she loved Yunho as strongly as he loved Artemis then he was sure she'd make the right choice. And when she nodded slowly that was all he needed to take full control. 

"Let's wreck some havoc, shall we?" He muttered with a grin full of malice.

He let a low growl rumble deep in his chest, his claws digging into the floor. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only, murder. He was going to kill them all, he swore it.

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Tags : @chanyeolol @j-oneracha @boredmay21 @elenaramos1 @choisofty​

[myheartislookingforyoualways]

05.18.2021

Dear G,

It happened. You’re finally back fully . I mean fully because we were together in our souls the whole time you were away . I’m writing to you now in our old place while you’re at our new place and I’m just feeling grateful for the placae we are both at now in our lives. After all of thing things that we went through together we are really here and are fully with each other again . Mind, body , spirit and soul . It really is such a blessing to be able to simply hold you in my arms, picking you up so your feet are dangling and telling you i love you . Looking in those big beautiful brown eyes of yours as i tell you i love you .

Picking you up from the quarantine hotel three days ago now as i hid around that corner because i wanted to sneak up behind you and surprise you i caught a glimpse of you before you even saw me . i saw you first and i had butterflies in my stomach like i do every single time and i always will . You looked so perfect in your yellow bodysuit with the straps and your skintight blue jeans. I just looked at you in complete anticipation for what seemed like forever. Honestly it was probably just a few seconds but it was so perfect just looking at you moments before we were reunited that i could have stayed there in that moment forever. 

We had two beautiful days until i was with my kids and it honestly felt like we were just right back to where we our in terms of our familiarity . It feels like we’ve known each other forever because we have . You are my soulmate. It also felt different too and we both felt that . It felt more peaceful , more secure. It felt exactly like being back home . We both felt that . I know that a few days ago you were scared about that too and at first you didn’t want to tell me out of fear for what that meant . Out of fear for it being different . Out of fear of change . But you did tell me . Of all the beautiful places to tell me your innermost feeling and fears you shared with me while we were both in the bathtub naked with each other . How fitting was it that as you were sharing your fears of our love changing we were sharing we were only having the second bath we ever had in our entire relationship and it was completely different than our first bath . We both know our first bath and thats a bath i never want to have with you ever again . Not that I didn’t love and cherish that memory with you for alot of reasons, mostly because I love you endlessly , but because i’m not that person anymore and i don’t want to go back there for myself and for us. So yesh , having that peaceful , loving little bubble bath with you a few days sharing in our love in a safe, secure and sober beautiful moment was the definition for us of change . The reason that we could have had that beautiful little moment is exactly because we both have changed. I remember a time long long ago when you told me that you thought we were past the honeymoon phase and I was just unable to deal with that and I desperately had to convince you otherwise . Now when i think of that moment that was such an insecure moment for me. I think of how now as we talk about change and our fears of change we are able to be able to express them to each other without fears of them manifesting but as a way to strengthen our love and commitment to each other . My love for you is endless and that is the foundation for where i begin to bring myself to our relationship . As we talked further and further in the bath more and more about it we both were able to remind each other of our commitment to ourselves and each other . We were both able to remember for all the highs that we had in our earlier way of expressing love to we also had really low lows. Lows that I never want to revisit. So yesh , my love , our love and our way of expressing love has changed 

Of course I’m not perfect. Far from it . I still have my insecure , anxious moments. Moments where i feel like i desperately need validation . Moments where for whatever reason , usually being tired , mentally or physically , my mind slips into an earlier insecure way of relating to love and expressing it to you . Last night was one of those times . It was late and i knew I was tired . Had a beautiful two days with you my love and then a beautiful afternoon with my kids . But i was tired and i knew it . As I get tired i’ve noticed now that my insecure attachment starts to express itself more in my actions . Makes alot of sense because I’ve learnt now that most of our poor judgements thoughts and feelings occur when we’re either hungry , angry , lonely or tired. Last night was the exact same . Now that I think of it , in the past when i’ve been really insecure and been unable to stop the spiralling that I used to have i would always choose actions based upon that insecure self and they would always result in a fight somehow . It would always lead to that. Then after I would feel so guilty and so sorry and beg and plead you for forgiveness. At my worst i would call you endlessly which I believe would trigger your avoidant attachment. Nowadays I have more of a senses of self awareness and have tools to be able to recognize when i am beginning to get to that place . Its so simple but it is powerful to be able to ask myself if I’m hungry or angry or lonely or tired? Something i learnt in rehab . Most of our poor choices are made as a result or have something to do with our mind / body connection being in any one of those states, or several , or all of them . in a rehab setting where i learned this it applies to relapse moments but honestly as I know now it can apply to earlier ways of acting and being . So now as I have these I just question myself and i just ask myself what i need to do to be able to self care and get back to a centered place of love for myself and my expression of love. Honestly its so simply but so powerful . I think now of all the moments where i could have simply asked myself those questions and based my self-care on that . Now i am grateful that i can think of all the upcoming moments where I will use those tools to simply be kind to myself , give myself the self care i need so that i can express my love to myself and to you at its highest level . Yes of course I am not perfect and I’m not ever going to try anymore, but i do recognize my limitations and when i need to self care and heal myself . Sometimes its really just as simple yet powerful as having a good nights sleep knowing that all things, including feelings , no matter how uncomfortable or scary , will pass and i will be able to recenter back to the self that i am working on becoming . A secure self. 

I am always working on centering myself .

I recognize that am not perfect and have limitations.

I know that my limitations don’t hold me back they allow me to be most me.

I always will work on being able to love myself and express that love to you from my most secure and highest part of me but if I don’t at times thats also ok because i know i will again and i love myself .

Also I love you

Also also I love you forever and a meow meow my meowsita

~Meowsito

[abloomntime]

A Bloom In Time Ch 5 Time Out

(In this chapter all the poor, Frozen people in Vanessa's manor is getting addressed and it's about time someone gave the poor souls a happy ending. All the mentioned characters are either cut characters or backround characters we've already scene that was only added in the game as a frozen victim in the manor. So to make it more understandable- Frozen Cut Characters: Thor, Mr. Oldster, Tom, Rough Patch, and the shapeshifter. None Cut Frozen Characters: 3 Mafia men, one old man from Mafia town, one Dweller, and one of Snatcher's minions. You can find all the cut characters on the A Hat In Time Wiki.)

"DAD!!"

Dad...Usually something Snatcher wouldn't have batted an eye at- He would've squawked and sputtered, before pouting and claiming he wasn't their 'Dad' and that adopting them didn't change anything. When in reality it made a swelling prideful feeling bubble up from his chest, proud to be a dad he always wanted. But he didn't hear her unfortuntately. Hattie shook whatever snow was on her off as she continued running now with new adrenaline and purpose in her speed as she ran around the giant manor towards the back to the cellar. The cellar was literally the only way in she knew of and she wasn't about to waste time when she knew something bad had obviously happened. She felt it in her gut. After much running and coming to the doors, she flung them open without hesitation and down she went. The child cared not about the water making her feet absolutely wet n cold, or the fact she could see her own breath, she just had one thought.....GET TO SNATCHER!! She stopped a moment looking around at the old inside of the mansion as she got in ....Where was it..Where was her Dad?!

"Mrrrrow?"

"WHOA!!" She jumped back a few feet, dropping her umbrella and grabbing onto her hat as something living brushed up against her side and she looked down meeting yellow eyes and a literal bushy tail. It was...." A kitty?" The small bushcat was purring and staring up at her curiously before yawning and doing that famous cat stretch, showing off the yellow inside of it's mouth before waddling over towards her. Meowing again before rubbing against her body. Hattie glanced at him in confusion and despite her still fear she bent down to pet the small thing. The leaves on it's body feeling rough. " Hello there, Kitty. What are you doing here? Don't you know there's a crazy lady running around with ice powers?" The cat continued to purr and look at her calmly, until a flash of red caught her eye and she looked up, "Huh?"

Half way through the wall was a dweller. A red dweller with a fox mask, it tilted it's head at her cusriously before fazing the rest of the way through and going towards her. At the same time the door to the bar area opened and out came a.....A mafia man and another smaller old man?? The mafia guy and the old guy looked scared as they all stared at her before looking back at one another.....then at her again with a scary expression. She still stared at them all before the Dweller stopped right in front of her curiously tilting it's head as it did so. ...Hattie jumped again when something shoved it's head out of the very corner....before scurrying quickly towards her. The two men shouted in fright before ducking back in the room but Hattie was frozen in both shock and fright as it came up to her and stopped. Slowly rising on it's two back legs and staring down at her. ....She wanted to scream. This thing was a mass of what looked like multicolored rags sewn together, the inside of the ragdoll was darker than the darkest night, and multiple eyes stared back at her as it swayed from side to side and eyed her form. Before it bowed.

"THaNK YoU dEaR CHILD. For My FREEdOM," it spoke in multiple voices at once sending a giant chill down her spine.

Before she could say anything else, whatever the thing was turned and did that creepy as peck scurry back towards the celler door where she came in from before she could say another word. She jumped snapping out of her stunned stupor and held out an arm to him about to shout "Hey! Wait!', but the mafia man and the old short man peeked out of the room again slowly and looked nervously at her. Eventually the mafia man spoke.

"Little girl, I-is that scary shadow lady g-gone?", the mafia man asked.

Hattie blinked up at all of them and shook her head. "Where did you all come from?", she asked the Dweller looking at her but they didn't speak, instead the mafia man did again.

"B-Boss heard there was old castle with gold. S-S-Send mafia and goons to go look," the blue tuxedo man was shaking and stuttering looking around the place like he was still looking for Vanessa most likely. "B-B-But Mafia don't like shadow woman."

"That doesn't matter! Have you seen m-"

And then a scream. Not Vanessa's scream of terror. Not like a mafia man she's heard before. This voice was a high pitched male's that echoed throughout the entire building. The cat bristled up a few of the leaves on his body falling to the dusty old floors and the mafia let out a high pitched squeal for a big 'tough' man, making both the men fall out into the hall away from the noise that came from the entrance to the second story stairs. That voice....That same male voice was Snatcher's. She recognized that loud voice of his anywhere, but now that voice was screaming in horror. More panic shot through her and before she knew it, Hattie had jumped over the struggling men and began running up the second floor stairs towards the second floor of the mansion.

"SNATCHER!?", she desperately shouted as tears began to form in her eyes, "DAD PLEASE!!"

"K-KID?!", that voice shouted back as she ran and she felt relief hit her as she burst through the second staircase door and stopped at the top of the stairs looking around.

"I'M HERE!! WHERE-....."

"KID!" One red and one yellow eye and a mouth full of sharp teeth smiled down at her from the form of a kneeling man on his knees. The shiny gold crown on his head reflected the moonlight shining in from the window behind him and his kneeling form was looking rather pale as he smiled at her. The child stood there as he held his arms out to her as he smiled ever so releived. "OH THANK PECK!! L-Look I really m-m-messed up ok!! I don't know what happened but you gotta help me...I-I feel so weak..." ....His face suddenly turned into a mean scowl and a COMPLETELY different voice came outta that man's mouth as his mitchmatched eyes looked off to the side. "Peck? Really? Even now you can't control yourself for one moment to not tramatize the poor child further?" His angry face suddenly snapped to the other side and she jumped a step or two back. "Stay outta this moonboy!! If anyone here is tramatized it's ME!!! L-Look at what happened!" The man looked down at his shaking hands and moved the fingers oddly slow. ....As if it was his very first time seeing or using hands. "Funny. Maybe stealing and using that time piece was a bad idea after all." "I SWEAR I will end our lives again if it means I'll un-stick with YOU!!"

"Dad?...."

Both strange voices shut up and the man looked over at her when she slowly said that. She had.....She knew this man. The brown shoulder length hair. The weird old fancy fairytale prince looking clothes. This was-.......A Prince. The very same prince from the paintings in the mansion. The VERY same Prince in that story book she had gotten from that time rift. She didn't even notice the random people coming in from the other rooms around them and walked up to the kneeling man who looked down at her with those strange eyes. She stopped right in front of him and narrowed her eyes at him, eyeing him up and down carefully.

".....Snatcher?," She questioned unsure about what she was seeing.

The man sighed, "Yeah.," that soon-da-ray's same scratchy voice came out as he stared at her defeated. "It's me kiddo." "And don't you forget me as well, blood jack-o-lanturn peckneck!!" "Oh! Now who's cussing in front of the kid!?"

.......She blinked at the other voice. "UNCLE MOONJUMPER?!", she asked not believe the other voice that just came out of the man. Unlike Snatcher's scratchy husky voice, Moonjumper's was much more smooth and sorta echo-y.

The man suddenly gave a dignified look and placed a shaking hand to his chest. "In the flesh! Quite literally. I'm afraid Mr. Shadow Stealer decided to use this time piece and now we're stuck together in this weak form." He suddenly snapped back angry to the left. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT YOU MOONSHINE DRUNK IDIOT!!!" "Ooh.~ Such feisty words. Im sure you can get us out of this. Imbecile!!" "You're really pushing this moon-idiot-" BONK!!! Pain suddenly exploded from his....their?? Head and he..they? grabbed his(their) head and looked back to the child holding her umbrella out. "OW!! HEY!! What was that for!?" "Indeed. That was very harsh for me who didn't cause this."

"YOU STOLE THE TIME PEICE!!!," she yelled at he...THEM suddenly swinging her umbrella down at them in a small fit of rage. He brought up his jello arms to block the rapid hits. She was SCARED. She was put into this entire situation. And he STOLE her time piece. "STUPID GHOST NOODLE!! PURPLE SLIME!! DEAD DUMMY!!! YOU STOLE MY TIME PEICE!? AND YOU MADE A MESS!?" her wacks became weaker as tears began to stream down her cheeks again as all the adrenaline and panic and feelings all came back to her and with a last weak hit she started crying. "...AND YOU S-S-SCARED ME!!"

Both felt a sudden pange in their gut seeing the child like this and looked down at them selves. Well Snatcher did. Moonjumper was only going along with this for now. Still ignoring the others around them, the crying child just jumped on them and burried her face into their shared chest making them jump...before Snatcher sighed and brought their jello hands down to calm and consol the poor girl clinging to them for dear life. ...Their eyes looked back down to the floor next to them. The dusty, cold carpet on the floor was littered in tiny blue shards of glass that glittered in what dim light there was available in the entire mansion from the cold snow that continued to blow outside despite their predicament. ....He really did screw up this time didn't he? "Yes, you really did! We share the same thoughts right now!" Moonjumper's oh so helpful voice chimed in their shared head and Snatcher mentally growled back staring at the mess on the floor he caused.....Then looked slightly further and. ABSOLUTELY. FROZE. A few feet away from the sparkling shower of magic time piece glass and metal was a human. Wouldn't be TOO weird considering there was a bunch peeking out from the rooms and the hall now, but when the long beautiful gold hair shown just as brightly as the sun, and vibrant beautiful earth green adorned her. She was a beautiful young lady of the golden sun hair that he knew very......VERY well and was so, SO frozen by.

Especially. WHEN. SHE. MOVED.

The two absolutely frozen in....fear? Shock? Curiousity or confusion maybe?? Watched as the beautiful woman laying face down on the floor groaned softly with a beautiful but familiar voice and slowly begin to sit her front up. The kiddo on the other hand had started to calm down from her crying fit and removed her face enough to stare down at the shattered remains of the once time piece, and sighed. She could put it back together but it would take a little bit just like the one on the ship- Hattie jumped when They jumped and their grip on her got a lil bit tighter around her, making the child look up confused into their terrerfied face. The red and yellow eyes looking past her at something so naturally she followed their gaze and blinked surprised at the beautiful lady push herself off the floor slowly and show them her lovely face. She looked JUST like a princess out of her cartoons. Her face was beautiful as if sculpted by angels, not a blemish on her except for the beautymark on her right cheekbone, her lovely shiny golden hair framed her soft features, and beautiful ruby red eyes blinked open eyelashes fluttering as she did so. Yes, Hattie admitted she was very pretty. But something immediately didn't sit right in her gut. This princess, like the prince who held her, was the exact same one in the paintings too......And the same one in her story book.

"V-Vanessa", Moonjumper spoke out in a fearful tone. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!! Snatcher's voice boomed inside their head but it was too late.

Those red ruby eyes laserfocused on the male voice as soon as Moon-idiot spoke It and for an uneasy few seconds, those two grown ups just stared up at each other with Hattie glancing between them.....grip on her umbrella suddenly tightening.

The blonde lady blinked at them. "My prince." Instead of a sweet voice to match the woman's beauty, a raspy voice the child knew ALL too well came out, the woman reached a hand towards the frozen pair of ghosts. "You came back-"

WHAMP!!! A loud thud echoed throughout the room again and the woman faceplanted the dusty carpet right in front of them with a thud. Where her head was, was a blue umbrella held by the scowling girl with a few last tears leaving her eyes. ......Snatcher blinked their shared eyes as he stared down at the unconscious Vanessa once again...before back to the little alien who now wriggled her way out of their grip and glared down at the woman she stomped over too, giving just a few seconds before nudging the pretty lady with her foot. Vanessa didn't move and remained unconscious much to the girl's satisfaction. As Hattie turned around, placing down the umbrella to pick up the metal frame of the hourglass and scowling at it, the fair end of the second stairs opened and the mafia man and old short man appeared curious and probably too scared to do exploring alone. Bushcat at their heels, and a red dweller fazing through the floors. At the same time other people started coming out more too. Two more mafia men wearing the exact same clothes as the first one, one from Vanessa's bedroom and one from the very end of the hall. A strange man with a black gotee and mustache and tan hat, along with another older man with.....three eyes?? From the bathroom. Another old scruffy looking man from the end of the corner where the abandoned nursery was,....and surprisingly one of Snatcher's Minions. Hattie looked up from the broken hourglass frame and blinked around at all these people that were now around her looking around at her and everyone just stood in silence for a long moment, before the man in the red shirt and goggles spoke.

"Um...Excuse me there," he spoke in a light british like accent as he addressed the small crowd, "But would someone kindly explain to me what's going on here?"

"Mafia would like to know too," one of the newer mafia men spoke up too but he like his college look nervous, "Where is scary lady with red eyes?"

Hattie looked at all of them for a real long time...then down to the broken magical artifact in her hands. .....Slowly piecing together what could've possibly happened, but was again interrupted by a loud meow and Snatcher/Moonjumper and her both looked over to see a loudly purring bushcat happily making it's way over to them and it seemed once again the duo froze as they watched the cat walk up to them. ".....R-R-Rough Patch?", Snatcher's voice shakingly asked as the cat wondered forward, "....R-ROUGH PATCH!!" He smiled brightly and held his hands out to the cat that continued to waddle up to him. "C'mere boy! Come to daddy!!" As soon as 'Rough Patch' got close enough, he was scooped into the Prince's awaiting arms still shaking like crazy and he happily brought the purring, meowing kitty close to his chest. Smiling so heard it hurts. "Hello my little friend. Did you miss me? I missed you SO much. Oh, look at you. You look as good as new! I haven't see you since....she..." Snatcher paused. Before slowly turning his head back over to Vanessa's unconscious form. "SHE FROZE YOU!! THAT STUPID LITTLE DENYING PECKNECK!!" "SNATCHER, STOP IT!!" The Prince's head turned back around as Moonjumper finally spoke again. "As much as I agree with every single thing you're thinking and saying, don't you think you've done enough for one day? Kindly control yourself before something WORSE happens will you?"

"What did you guys do?" Both looked down at Hattie as she scowled up at them, holding the metal frame up to them. "What happened?!" .....Moonjumper scowled. "Ask the shadow creton." "OH!! Be quiet you!" Snatcher rambled back out started to pet Rough Patch who was purring in his master's hold. Hattie continued to look at them with a scowl before the ghost sighed. "Alright. Alright. ....I'll tell you."

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The cold air didn't affect the undead in the slightest. Not that if it would it would make a difference too the two evillily smiling ghosts. Wind whipped around them as Snatcher's dead yellow eyes glowed dangerously against the reflective surface of the magical hourglass, making his yellow eyes reflect against the sparkling blue sand within it as he smiled dangerously at nothing in particular, but....Something seemed just a little off as Moonjumper looked over at him. He said something but Snatcher didn't pay attention when he just floated against the cold wind and made his way towards the looming mansion in front of him. Going back here....To the place he once lived and died. It made a dreaded feeling boil down in his ectoplasm and want to leave, but the desire driven by revenge and anger overpowered any dreaded feelings and rational thinking to be honest. Gone...Soon Vanessa would be gone. And He would be entirely FREE from her annoying existance. Then he'd claim this whole frozen waste land. True it didn't suit him, but it would've been his if he had married the witch. And she took his kingdom away from him when she locked her away, it was justified if he took hers. Again, Moojumper was looking a little nervous between him and the time piece and said something but Snatcher still ignored any warnings he was making as the shadow of the mansion loomed over him and consumed himself into the shadow as well. Almost camoflauging. He didn't need a passage way to get in, just teleport himself with the magical thing inside the cursed place and boom! He'd be home-free. ...Or so it seemed. Again the same brief purple warping and he was within the walls of the manor. The ghost's smile became a frown instantly looking around the first floor of the building. Ah. He remembered where this was. The cellar door was just down the hall, and the library and kitchen were just in front of him a little ways. The whole place was dusty and cold, with the wind blowing outside shoving aroundthe snowflakes and adding to the overall creepiness of it, he still frowned as he floated his way down the hall towards the second staircase to the second floor of the four story manor. Moonjumper fazing through the blocked front door right on his tail as the dapper spook was looking less and less sure around him at the manor in fear.

"Snatcher....Perhaps this is a b-bad idea after all. A-After all Vanessa's can't do anymore harm to us like this," he pleaded to his counterpart but Snatcher still ignored him.

.....Only stopping to slowly look up at the old worn painting on the wall. It depicted a blonde woman and a taller man with brown hair. He stared at it for a long moment, before that jack o lanturn fanged mouth came up in a snarl, and he growled dangerously. In a split moment of anger staring up at his stupid former self, he let out some inhuman snarl noise and rammed one of his hands up and into the painting. It didn't stand a chance between the ghost's claws and the poor painting fell to the floor with a loud thud. Torn to shreads and frame snapped in two, Snatcher's hand was still embedded into the wall which now had a hole in it from his punch, but that wasn't the worse part. The slam was loud enough to echo throughout the quiet home, which also got a started yelp out of Moonjumper before the ghost slapped his hands over his mouth. A few quiet seconds passed-

"Whooooo's there!?," A shrill voice came from above making Moonjumper squeal in fright, his form glitching even more. But for once in one thousand years, Snatcher smiled and even welcomed the voice that shrieked from upstairs. It meant his prey was just that close. "WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME!?" The shadow ghost approached the voice, not caring for the glitching nervous ghost behind him. Daring to charge the voice as he fazed through the ceiling above him and emerged in all his glory through the second story floor. Time piece in hand as the spook smiled evilliy at the new floor around him. The floor was completely devoid of any life just like the first floor....But there was plenty of afterlife. Especially the beast in front of him who hissed from across the hall as he appeared and smiled at her. "Who are you?," Vanessa. The Once Queen of Subcon. Hissed in that terrible aweful voice of hers as she approached the ghost. The cold aura she radiated distorting the air around her and threatening to freeze anything that got too close as she approached. "You'll pay for defying the Queen!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Don't recognize me do you?!," he taunted as she approached his own vision distorting as she did. His voice and appearance had changed dramatically just like hers upon death. his smile soon turning into a challenging snarl and grimace. "GOOD!! I NEVER want you to remember me!! In fact, you're going to be nothing but a memory soon enough!! You took everything from me!! All those years of being nothing but loyal to you and doing everything I could to make you happy! I wish I never wasted my time with you!!" Vanessa couldn't wrap her warped head around anything he was saying. Too warped from hundreds of years of being in this negative state. Too bad. He would've liked to see a face of fear on her for once but he'd settle for this. The hourglass shined as the ghost let out some unhuman hiss and raised it above his head threateningly as she was just a few feet away. Mind flashing to all those times he felt worthless, never enough, or having to be just a perfect. FAKE. STORYBOOK PRINCE!! "TIME FOR YOU TO GET LOST YOU PECKING WITCH!!! NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!!"

The tiny glass object in his claws shone brightly for a brief moment, before Snatcher's swung it down at her. The beautiful blue sand and glass toppled through the air as it tumbled towards her. A shattering glass sound filled the air as the time piece smashed to the floor. Glass and sparkling blue sand caught their reflections in their sparkles, energy gathering up and then-.....White. The energy was so bright he had to turn his head away to avoid it, the energy wave knocking him back to the floor and everything going black.

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............................................."Uuuuuuuuh-"

What?...W-What happened? ......He didn't remember being so heavy, but he guess he must've been slammed back harder from that energy blast than he thought. But no matter, as long as Vanessa was gone. The ghost reached his arm up against the floor and slowly pushed himself up after a few more minutes of just weakly laying there, he coughed dust exiting his lungs and slowly raised his heavy body up. White dots scattered his vision as he blinked his eyes up at his surroundings. Many shiny shards of glass twinkled up at him in the dim light, as he pushed himself onto his knees with his pale ha-........He froze. Staring at the VERY human hands with five fingers, pale skin, nails, and shaking like a leaf. .....Those eyes looked down at the human's body as those hands went to clumsily pat that chest working up towards the human's face as he patted along and actually FELT every single pat to his body and then his face......Those panicked eyes glanced back down to the glass shards as they twinkled back up to the human. The reflections showing a very fair brown haired man.

"A-A-A-......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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WHAMP!!

"Ow!!" Moonjumper's voice shouted as he reached a hand to rub where Hattie's umbrella collided with their head. Rough Patch bristling at the suddenly jostling. "My dear girl, you forget that I'm stuck in here too."

She looked apologetic for a moment. "Sorry, Uncle Moon." She scowled again and pointed the umbrella at them. "That was for HIM!!" She must've meant Snatcher as they frowned at her. "You STOLE my time piece. You turned into some weird looking stuck together prince. And you broke it!!!"

"Hey! I don't look that bad!" "Snatcher......Perhaps for once listen to the child. You really messed up this time." .....Snatcher said nothing but looked back down to the meowing bushcat and sighed. "Alright, alright. I messed up ok and....I'm sorry, but if you ever tell someone I'll ground you from the forest for a week. Now...Could you PLEASE fix this?"

Hattie was about to say something when they were interrupted by the man wearing the hat with goggles again, one of his gloved hands was holding a bag slung over his shoulder and the other hanging from his side as he glanced over them all. "I'd hate to interrupt you, Girl, but what's going on? Who are all of you?"

"...Hattie blinked up at him but was again cut off from talking by Snatcher. "Sorry. She's not allowed to talk to strangers. And I could ask you the same thing." Their mitch matched eyes squinted. "You look familiar. Just who are you?"

"Oh of course." The man reached a hand up and tipped his hat to him as the two older men with white hair stood by him. "My name is Thor, and these are my colleges. Mr. Tim." He gestured to the old man with three eyes who smiled brightly at them. Thor then pointed to the other older man who looked just plain grumpy and done with everything. "And Mr. Oldster. We're historians at the Opal Island Museum of History and Magical Properties. We were here on a historical expedition to do research on the cursed land and disappearance of the ancient Subcon Kingdoms." ....He reached a hand up to rub his hand in slight embarrassment. "Unfortunately I don't remember much."

Snatcher seemed to get a look of realization. "Oh yeah. I know you! Heh. Some expedition you turned out to be huh?"

Thor looked slightly offended. "Sir, I have never met you I my life, but I'll have you know we were very successful with getting past this nasty spook who let us go free in exchange for our books on the region." "Then all of a sudden it got cold like magic," Tim stepped in from Thor's small rant kindly smiling. "We found this seemingly abandoned mansion right in the middle of a giant iced in bowl with no way out except a giant opening above the whole house through the ice. We took shelter and the last thing I remember was being attacked by a shadow while exploring. Then all of a sudden, I wake up and find all these people here talking and yelling."

The young girl finally got a moment to think for herself as she glanced at these guys....and all around her at everyone else. Three explorers, four Mafia, two of Snatcher's Subjects, a bushcat, and a random old man probably with the mafia.....Why did all them look so familiar? Surely she wasn't around when a whole bunch of random people ended up in Vanessa's castle and got fro-.....Frozen. The child blinked and shook her head, blue eyes again grazing over all of them carefully, Snatcher at this point had already looked back to her and rose a brow as her gaze went carefully around the room, before blinking again and snapping back up to the fused ghost,...and then back to the still unconscious Vanessa. It looked like the lil alien was calculating something inside her head as she slowly glanced back to the shards of glass below her. ......They were all frozen. All the frozen people around the house. THESE PEOPLE WERE THEM!! And Snatcher and Moonjumper were fused together inside their old self as the Prince on the paintings, and Vanessa-....She gave the blonde woman the stink eye. Vanessa was human again too, which meant that, everyone was..."NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!" Living? Well not Snatcher's minions, but....They weren't frozen either.

"Your wish," She mumbled nudging a shard with her boot, "....It must've brought everyone back to life!"

"WHAT?!," Snatcher yelled looking at her like she just lost her mind, "Whaddya mean it brought everyone back to life?

She stared at him dead panned and gestured to himself. "You guys are two halves of the same person, when you wished for no more dead guys the time piece must've brought everyone back to life and fused you two back together into yourself."

Their face paled. ...Before Moonjumper smiled. "D-Dearest. I don't suppose there's any possible way you could f-fix this mess could you? I-I think I like it better unfused."

.....She sighed and again nudged some shards of glass to the center. ".....Yeah. But it's going to take a long time before it's fixed because you broke it." She scowled before plopping herself on the ground by the shards and looked carefully at her choices,....before carefully picking up a larger shard. "..." Then stopping completely and looking up at the people around them. ".....I can't reverse it while they're here!"

"What?," Snatcher questioned but stopped when the girl reached over to tug on their sleeves.

"I can't turn them back to icicles." Her eyes pleadingly looked up at him with worry. "They'll just be all trapped here again....ALL of them."

Snatcher paused for a moment before looking back to the purring Bushcat in his arms who meowed in their arms. Before back around him at all of them and relented, but ONLY because some of his minions were here and he didn't want to loose Rough Patch again....And the look the kid was giving him was enough puppy dog eye power to melt a thousand ice cold hearts like his.

"Alright, Alright. But only because I hate loosing minions." Their head snapped to the small subconite with the glowing yellow eye and pointed a shaking hand at them. "You!" The minion jumped from the confusion of their own boss's mouth coming out of a human but didn't disobey him when he motioned with a finger to come closer. "Come here." Snatcher shifted Rough Patch in his arms until the small bushcat was placed in the small minions arms with a meow, making the minion wobble a bit from the bushcat's weight. "Escort all these fools back to my home and keep them there. The bridge is always out, so take the long around and try not to let them die in the swamp. It'll be colder and take longer but it'll take them safely out. "....Snatcher then looked back to all of them with a raised brow. "I suggest you all follow my instructions very, VERY carefully. Follow my minion, wait at my home, and touch any of my things or wonder off. I won't be liable if you die from your stupidity or if I eat your souls from invading my privacy. I NEVER want to see any of you back in my forest when this whole thing is over. Now...Follow the minion. All of you."

The minion nodded, turning around and wobbling towards the second floor stairs still holding Rough Patch. "Sure thing, Boss! R-Right away!"

Everyone else shifted their gazes to look at each other unsure....But staying in an abandoned, cold mansion where they would be turned back to ice was NOT a good option. So one after the other they slowly started following the wobbling cat carrying minion until Snatcher was again redirected to the child as she again tugged on her sleeve, and then pointed to Vanessa still currently unconscious. "What about her?"

Moonjumper and Snatcher turned their head to her, a face full of extreme hatred and fear filled their features. Oh the things he could do to get revenge....But he had enough trouble to sort out on his plate as it was and the kiddo would've just been scared out of her mind. So with GREAT reluctance, he sighed and looked back to her with an idea. "Remember those locks and keys you had to get off the doors when you first got here?" She nodded. "Do you happen to know where one is?"

"Yeah!" She pointed down the hall to the stairs that lead to the third floor. "I left them on the floor. Why?"

He smiled at her. "Go get it. We're locking her in the bathroom where she can't bother us in case she wakes up. .....And ask someone to help drag her in there while you're at it. These noodle limbs can't even help me up."

Hattie rose a brow at him for a moment with a face of concern....but she didn't question it as Vanessa....Wasn't a good person. The small girl bounded up and went to go get as Snatcher had asked but unknownst to everyone. A small disturbance awoken in the floor just above them all.

[flightfoot]

Adrichat Hell - Day 24 - Healing

@adrichatnovember2020 AO3

Part 1 of the Tangled AU

Adrien looked out the window of his tower and sighed. “What am I supposed to DO, Plagg?” he asked. “I’ve played piano for hours, studied all those language books Father brought, practiced fencing as best I could without Father as my partner, brushed my hair,” he grimaced, “you know how long THAT takes, and even wrote down a hundred different pun ideas! Not that Father ever appreciates them, but still…”

Plagg meowed before going back to licking his paw.

“At least you don’t seem to care about being cooped up,” Adrien said, giving the cat a fond smile. “Then again, it’s not like you’ve ever been outside either.”

Technically he could leave. He knew how; just let down his hair, using it as a sort of pulley. His father came up that way a lot.

Father always warned him against leaving. Said that all manner of criminals would kidnap him, hurt him, steal his hair.

Now for most people, having their hair stolen might be a major psychological blow, but that was it. It grew back.

For Adrien it was different.

He touched the short brown strand of his hair - the only part of it that wasn’t long and blond.

When he was a baby, some foul would-be thief had attempted to cut it off, trying to steal its power for his own.

But it didn’t work. It simply left his hair powerless. Useless. 

And if they found out their efforts were all in vain, if they decided to take it out on him…

He shuddered.

Father had only gone into detail about what those people would do to him a few times.

A few times was enough.

*thud*

Adrien looked up, startled. 

Father had said he’d be gone for a few days…

Heading to the kitchen, he grabbed a frying pan.

Father didn’t always do what he said he would, but… this still seemed out of place. 

Muttering filtered down from the room above. “Why is there a tower here? With no door? I don’t understand.”

Well.

He didn’t SOUND like someone dangerous.

Slowly Adrien peeked around the corner, drawing in a gasp.

A young teen, appearing about the same age as him, 14, looked around the room. He was dressed a bit oddly with his leather cat ears, full-length black leather bodysuit, and belt tail, but Adrien didn’t mind in the least. In fact…

The boy’s cat ears flapped. He turned, looking directly at Adrien.

Why… why did he feel warm all of a sudden? 

His heart beat rapidly, his breathing increasing to match. 

Was… was this fear? It felt kinda similar but- but weirdly good? Fear had never made him want to get closer to the person or thing he was afraid of though. Never made him want to enter the room, to greet the person, to meet their eyes, to hear them talk to hi-

“I’m- I’m sorry for intruding,” the boy told Adrien.

Adrien blinked.

Played back the last few seconds.

OH HELL HE’D DONE THE THINGS HE WAS THINKING ABOUT. HE HADN’T MEANT TO DO THAT.

“You’re cute!”

MOUTH. STOP.

The cat boy blinked. His eyes looked like Plagg’s, like a cat’s. His cheeks reddened. Maybe he was feeling the same thing Adrien was? “Thanks,” he said awkwardly for a moment before rallying. “Of course I’m not just cute, I’m the coolest, suavest, most amazing gentlecat in the kingdom, the one and only Chat Noir!” he proclaimed, before approaching Adrien, bending over in a half-bow and kissing his hand.

HE WAS GOING TO EXPLODE INTO FLAMES, BUT HE WOULD DIE HAPPY.

“I- I’m Adrien,” he stuttered out, attempting to function. He’d made words come out, so he assumed he was doing okay.

“Pleased to meet you, Adrien,” Chat Noir said. He clasped his hands together (claws! His gloves had claws!). “Like I said, I’m really, really sorry for barging in like this. I really needed to lay low for a minute, and this was the best place I could find.”

Adrien blinked. “How did you even get UP here?!”

Chat Noir grinned, pulling out a black rod. “See this?” 

He clicked a button. It extended out from being about a foot long, to nearly being as tall as Chat himself. “It can go longer too,” Chat explained while Adrien gaped like a fish. “But unless you want me punching a hole in the ceiling, I figure I’d better not show off exactly how far.”

A grin slowly spread across Adrien’s face, excitement slowly building. “Can- can you show me more later,” he asked, trying not to sound too eager and completely failing.

Chat looked startled for a moment, then gave a smile and a nod. “Of course!” He nearly skipped over to Adrien, his excitement having been infectious… and winced.

Adrien frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Chat’s smile grew pained. “See, this is part of why I came here for shelter in the first place. I twisted my ankle and needed somewhere to rest it and hopefully make a brace or splint for it.

“You won’t need that,” Adrien told him.

Father had always said to keep his magical powers secret, but… if he didn’t know, he couldn't be angry, right? Besides, he highly doubted this boy was going to hurt him.

Retrieving some of his hair, he wrapped it around Chat’s hurt ankle. “Now this might be surprising, but it shouldn’t hurt and you’ll be healed afterwards,” Adrien told him.

Chat Noir blinked, but allowed him to continue.

Adrien sang.

Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fates' design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine

Chat Noir let out a strangled gasp as the glow slowly traveled down Adrien’s hair until it reached Chat’s leg. 

After the song finished, Adrien unwrapped his hair from Chat’s ankle. “Try it out.”

Chat Noir stood and walked around for a moment, before looking back at Adrien. “You’re amazing,” he breathed.

Oh.

OH.

He wanted to hear Chat Noir talk to him in that voice again.

“It’s just something I was born with,” he said, looking down. His voice grew somber. “Bad people tried to cut it off once, tried to steal it. But when it’s cut…” he fingered the brown strand. “It becomes powerless. Father’s kept me here for fourteen years, safe, where outsiders can’t hurt me. 

Chat Noir frowned. “But how do you go out? I didn’t see a door.”

Adrien shook his head. “I don’t. Ever.”

Chat’s face screwed up as he muttered some choice words that Adrien couldn’t quite catch. After a moment, Chat looked up. “Would you like to explore the outside world for a bit? It can be dangerous, that’s true, but… being alone, staying locked up inside, has its own dangers. And I’ll be there to show you around.”

“I- I’m not supposed to, but-”

But Father would be gone for awhile.

And things didn’t seem quite as dangerous with Chat Noir by his side.

(Plus he was super cute and kind and he didn’t know whether he could just let him go without knowing when he’d see the cat boy again.”

“Okay!” he told Chat Noir. “I need to be back within three days, but… there’s nothing I’d like more than to spend that time with you.”

Chat Noir reddened again. “Of- of course. Sure! You’ll have the best three day vacation of your life!”

[gt-fluffy-vore]

Mindtrapped Chapter three: Wings

Sanders Sides fanfiction

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of suicide, GT, panic attack, fear

3547 words

Logan rushed to the kitchen, Roman in tow. That was definitely a scream. And it was definitely not Virgil. What could have happened? He thought they were just getting something to eat! What could have gone wrong? He froze in the kitchen doorway. That wasn’t good. Patton rarely let himself act so upset around anyone else. And… He watched for a moment, perplexed, then finally shook himself to his senses and stepped forwards. “What on earth is going on here?!”

Patton looked over at him and let out a sob, dropping his face into his hands. “Logan! I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I… I wasn’t watching, I just-! I’m so sorry…”

Logan was shocked silent, but Roman was already moving. He leaped up onto the counter, then leaned his furry head against the underside of Patton’s chin before sitting down and meowing loudly, head turned to one side in question. Patton sniffled and wiped his eyes again. “Thanks, kiddo. I-I’m sorry, I just… I’m not even the one who really needs comforting right now…”

A very tear-filled explanation later, Logan was pacing in front of the counter, slowly shaking his head. “So what you are telling me is that you, Virgil, found yourself trapped inside of Patton’s bowl… And Patton, you were starting to take a bite of your meal, and you didn’t notice Virgil… in your spoon… and… you almost… ate him?” Patton nodded, trying desperately not to start sobbing again, and Logan groaned and ran a hand over his face. “Oh, what would Thomas say…?” He noticed Roman laying on the floor, head on the tile, paws pressing his ears flat. What a vote of confidence. He took a deep breath and returned his attention to Patton and Virgil. Forget what Thomas would say. Thomas wasn’t here. “What seems the most crucial to me at this moment is to be aware if you are of sound mind, Virgil. Are you able to speak to me?”

Virgil’s tiny form shifted, so he knew he’d heard him, but he still wasn’t speaking. His body was shaking violently and he could see if not hear that he was breathing much too heavy, and much too strained. But he wasn’t tense. He was limp, heading lolled on its side, and Logan realized too late that he was about to pass out. “Virgil!” He sighed in frustration.

“What happened?! I-Is he okay?! Did I hurt him?!”

Logan sighed again and reached past Patton to gently pick up Virgil’s unconscious form and lift it up to examine it further. “No, he doesn’t appear to be physically harmed in any way. He very likely passed out from sheer terror.”

Patton clasped both hands over his mouth and started crying again, and Logan knew he’d made a mistake. Shouldn’t have said that. “He passed out from terror?! And… and I did that?!”

“U-Unintentionally…”

Patton cried out and Logan desperately wished Roman wasn’t currently stuck being a cat. He was very much not good at all of this emotional stuff. Roman would fair so much better in his place. “I’m s-so sor-ry!” As soon as Patton spoke, he lept off his chair, breaking into sobs, and ran from the kitchen.

“Patton, please!” But it was too late — he was gone. Sighing, Logan spoke miserably to Roman before leaving the room as well. “I apologize, Roman, it appears your predicament will have to wait…” Normally, he would have gone to the lab to wait for Virgil to wake up, but he didn’t want to be disturbed right now, so he went to his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He carefully set Virgil on his personal desk, then collapsed onto his bed and slipped his shirt off, letting a ginormous pair of golden brown wings unfold. He noticed he had feathers spotting down his side and could assume his back had a thin layer of feathers as well. At least it was just the wings and some feathers. The other three sides had been experiencing a number of different types of unwilling morphs and changes, most common being size difference or the occasional turning into some kind of animal. For some reason, he had not been experiencing the same things. He had been experiencing changes he could not control, but never did his size change, and never did he turn back after merely a single day or a few hours as the others always did. On top of that, adrenaline had no effect on him whatsoever. He had purposefully raised his adrenaline levels many times, but could never force a change. And he only ever gained aspects of one species, of one type of animal. A barn owl. The first change merely covered his back and the back of his neck with feathers, and that lasted three days before not changing him back to his normal self, but turning completely into a barn owl, which lasted five days. He managed to keep himself hidden from the others for the first two days of that. He knew these changes did not match what the others had been experiencing, and he did not want them to start worrying about him because of this. But on the third morning, he had taken a risk and left his bedroom, sneaking through the halls to the thousand-foot room. He needed a change of scenery and was admittedly getting stressed about how long it would take him to turn back. And he had been so distracted that hadn’t even noticed Virgil walk up beside him. Looking back on it, it was completely his fault he had been discovered. Still he hadn’t been expected to be found. He had gotten a little bit flustered and snapped at Virgil’s pant leg and accidentally left a hole in it in the process, but it was enough to convince him to follow him back to his bedroom, where he opened his computer and typed out an explanation. Since then Virgil had been helping him hide this secret he’d found, and had been admittedly kind about it. But he still hadn’t told the others. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Roman or Patton worrying about him, plus telling them would only provide them with more questions and fewer answers. So he kept it hidden. He groaned slightly as he stretched out his wings and rolled the added set of shoulder blades they gave him. It made them increasingly sore to be shoved and squished beneath his shirt all day. That was not the only thing he disliked about them either. For one, the casings of each feather kept falling off in his shirt, which was extremely itchy, and on his bed, which was just a mess and a nuisance to have to re-clean every morning. After the fifth day of being a barn owl, he turned back to normal and was like that for a few days before gaining these wings a week and a half ago. They clearly still had not changed, and he was beginning to wonder if they were going to become permanent. Sighing again, he leaned back against the wall and felt his eyelids dropping. He'd found that now that they all had bodily functions and needs he got tired very easily, more so than any of the others. He shook his head hard. He wanted to be awake when Virgil woke up. A few minutes later he noticed his eyes had closed and shook himself again. He sat up straighter and stared intently at Virgil, shaking his wings a bit. It felt good to move them, after having to cramp them under his shirt all day. He tried to focus on his wings, stretching them out and folding them again repeatedly to try and work out the cramps. But it didn't work. A few minutes later he found himself leaning against the wall again, eyes closed and head leaning to one side. He shook himself. This was starting to work less and less. In mere seconds he was half asleep again. Soon he had turned and laid down on his stomach. If he was going to fall asleep anyway, he might as well be comfortable.

Virgil groaned. Immediately he noticed how sore he was. He felt like he'd just fallen off a small cliff. Then he started to remember. He gasped and curled in on himself, heart racing madly. Where was he? Where was he?! What happened? Why was it dark outside? How long had he been out? He stared at the dark window, trying to remember how to breathe. Okay. Okay. Breathe. Where was he? He took a deep, shaky breath and looked around. He immediately knew exactly where he was. Logan was sprawled out on his bed, one wing hanging over the edge and the other tucked against him. Now came the question of why? Why was he in Logan's bedroom? When had he gotten here? And how? Suddenly his stomach dropped. Logan had carried him, hadn't he? Logan carried him here. Probably in his hands. He tried and failed to breathe as his mind forced him through one worst-case scenario after another. No, but he was fine. He wasn't hurt, aside from when Patton had dropped him on the counter. Nothing bad had happened. Of course nothing bad had happened. Logan was careful and well-thought-out and he had the most stable hands out of all of them. Of course he was fine. Right now. But what happened when Logan woke up? What was he going to do? He had brought him to his bedroom, but why? His heart skipped a beat. Had he decided they didn’t trust him anymore? Did he somehow think this whole mess they were in was his fault? And if they did? If they did somehow think this was his fault? If they thought it was his fault they were all stuck here? Unable to control their powers and having to deal with real-world functions? In essence, being humans? If they all thought it was his fault, what would they do? What would they do to him? Were they going to force him to fix it? He had no idea how to fix this! Because he didn’t do this! And when he told them that, would they get angry, if they weren’t already? Were they angry? Were they mad at him already? Did they all think it was his fault or just Logan? Had Logan told the others he didn’t trust him? Was it because he knew about his wings? Was he afraid he would tell the others about his wings? Or was it something else entirely? Had he ever trusted him? Or had he been pretending? Had any of them ever trusted him? Had they just been pretending for the videos? Now that he thought about it, he never visited any of their rooms. He never saw them except for the videos. They had all been pretending this whole time, hadn’t they?! And he actually thought they’d accepted him! He never thought they saw him as an equal, except maybe Patton, but he’d actually let himself think they didn’t hate him! Why wouldn’t they hate him? He never ceased to take his work way too far and always ended up just stressing Thomas out and making his day worse. How could he have let himself think any of them didn’t hate his guts?! Of course they did! And if they thought he was the reason they’re all stuck here like this, then what now?! What were they going to do to him when he told them he couldn’t fix this? Would they torture him?! His face dropped and his whole body seemed to pale. Were they going to get rid of him? How were they going to do it? Was it even possible to kill them, since they were all just figments of Thomas’s imagination? Except right now… now they could get hurt and they had to wait to heal just like any human. Virgil’s throat felt eight times too tight as he barely managed to force sharp, painful gasps out. He could feel each half-gasp tearing at his throat and the sort-of gasps were so loud in the silence he wanted to rip out his voice box, anything to just shut up for two minutes. If they killed him like this, he would probably never come back. He would die. Actually die. He’d never been able to actually die before now.  That was never something he had to think about, but now… now… he could die. He could die. And never come back. Just die. For good. Forever. Like… like a human. Like someone in the real world. Like Thomas. He had always, always been desperately, miserably aware of how easily Thomas could die. If one tiny thing went wrong, that was it. He would just cease to be, and all that would be left would be his body. He had finally managed to half come to terms with that, but now he could die too. He had to do that all over again. Learn that all over again. He couldn’t. He couldn't re-learn how to live. With a mixture somewhere between relief and horror he realized he wouldn’t have to if the others were going to kill him anyway. He wouldn’t have to re-learn anything. He could die now. And stay dead. He wouldn’t be forced back into existence, forced to… live. Living was just… so hard. Suddenly he realized why he used to make Thomas think so highly of death. Why he had spent so many nights during those times just finding new ways to kill himself, regenerating, and doing it again. It just… the idea of dying and never coming back, never regenerating, sounded so… comfortable? Was that the word he was looking for? Maybe, maybe not. He didn’t care. It almost… almost didn’t hurt to breathe when he heard a groan and a loud sort of dull creaking. He looked up, and suddenly his throat was tighter than he thought possible, and every breath rasped out loud and jittery and painful. The bed. The bed had made that sound, and the soft groaning… that was Logan. He was waking up. This was it. He was going to die. He was going to die and never regenerate. Never come back. He was going to die and stay dead, and Logan was going to be the one to kill him. That’s why he was in Logan’s room, he realized. He could lock the door here, and then Patton or Roman wouldn’t have to watch him being killed. He wasn’t sure about Roman, but he knew even if it was someone he hated Patton would probably break if he had to watch Logan kill someone. His thoughts were brought to a halt when Logan slowly stretched his wings out and sat up. He stared silently, trying hard not to blink, still rasping out pathetic attempts at gasps instead of breathing. Logan froze for a moment, then turned to look directly at him. “Virgil. You’re awake.” Then he noticed the window. “I... apologize. I must have fallen asleep. I was intending to be awake when you regained consciousness… Virgil?” After a moment, Logan stood and stepped towards his desk, and Virgil scooted backwards, then stumbled to his feet and ran for the back corner of the desk. “Oh… my…” Realizing that Virgil had run from him, Logan slowly took a few steps back, and Virgil half-turned to look at him. “Virgil, it appears you are… unwell at the moment… Can you hear what I’m saying?” Virgil didn’t answer audibly or even nod, but he shifted immediately, which meant that he had heard him. “Very good. I would like you to listen to me for a moment. Can you do that?” This time Virgil nodded just barely, but his voice was still barely a rasp and Logan was afraid he would pass out again if he continued this way. “I need you to take a deep breath and hold it for as long as you can.” Virgil listened, and held his breath for about half a second before letting it out. “Very good. May you repeat that?” Again, Virgil took in a sharp breath, and held it for nearly a second this time before letting it out. “Good. Continue.” Virgil obeyed. It took nearly twenty minutes of Logan repeatedly coaxing Virgil back into the breathing exercise for Virgil to finally breathe normally. His whole body was still shaking, and he still refused to move at all, but he was breathing again, and that was what mattered. Logan could not risk anything getting too off-balance while they could actually get harmed. Especially when it came to breathing properly. “Virgil.” Not a single movement. “Did the incident with Patton… do this?” Virgil shook his head. “Oh.” He was shocked silent for a moment. He was almost certain that was why he was so upset. Being almost eaten could do that to anybody. “Then might I ask… what is the cause?” No response. He wondered what could possibly be the cause of something so terrible Virgil couldn't breathe. He stepped up to his desk and was perplexed when Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his hood tightly over his face. Was he… afraid of him? That just didn’t make any sense. “Is there something I have done wrong to you…?”  He shook his head and Logan was surprised to hear him actually verbally respond to him, though he barely heard that he had spoken at all. “Could you repeat that?”

This time it was just loud enough that Logan could understand the words. “Not yet.”

“I don’t understand. Are you saying you believe I’m going to offend you in some way, or…?”

“Just stop it. If you’re just gonna pretend you’re not planning to do an awful lot more than offend me, than just shut up!”

“More than offend you?”

“So we’re just gonna pretend we don’t know what you locked me in here for? I know you didn’t just come in here to hide. I know what you’re gonna do.”

“And what exactly do you believe we are here for?”

“Cut the crap! Just do it already!” He sighed and tried and failed to hold back a loud sob. “How is this gonna go? Are you gonna use a knife? Rope maybe? Chemical burn? I vote you just drop me and get it over with.”

“Virgil, I truly don’t understand what you are talking about.” Virgil had never seen Logan so confused before. And in an instant, he wasn’t confused at all. Virgil saw the change the second Logan seemed to realize what was going on. He had never seen Logan emotional before, but now his face clearly displayed both offense and sorrow. “Knife, rope, dropping you, you thought I brought you to my bedroom to… Virgil!”

“You’re…” He slowly turned around but refused to loosen his hood, which covered more than half his face. “You’re… not gonna kill me?”

“Of course not! What could there possibly be to be gained by us losing you, especially at an already stressful time?!”

“But I thought you guys hated me…”

“Have we not concluded this in a number of the videos?”

“Well, yeah, but… those are the videos. That’s different. I didn’t think you guys actually… you know, meant any of that. Wasn’t that whole thing just a ploy to get more viewers…?”

Logan looked more offended than he’d been in a long time. “I am… truly disturbed that you would even begin to think… you assumed that we’d been lying to you this entire time?”

“No? I just thought it was like a generally understood thing. We never talk outside of the videos so it’s not like I knew what you guys acted like around me when there wasn’t a camera. I thought it was like a mutual agreement sort of thing.”

“You simply assumed that we disliked you? Why did you not speak to one of us before making this conclusion?”

“If I brought it up in one of the videos I’d just end up ruining the whole thing. I thought you guys already hated me, so I didn’t wanna mess up the video and make it worse.”

“And you never came to our rooms to speak to us why?”

“I thought you hated me! I wasn’t gonna let myself right in just to be yelled at or something.”

Logan sighed. “I simply wish you had let one of us know so we could have taken care of this misinterpretation before you assumed… why did you think I was going to be the one to… to do it?”

He shrugged. “Woke up in your room. Besides, I don’t think Patton could kill anything, even if he did hate it, and Roman… I don’t know, he’s capable… but I guess you just seem… better equipped for it? You don’t get emotional like he does. I don’t know…” He shrugged and tucked his knees against himself.

“I suppose that is… reasonable… I am still disappointed that you didn’t come to one of us first…”

“Well, it wasn’t your decision, was it?”

Logan huffed angrily, but answered calmly anyway. “I suppose it wasn’t.”

[storytellerssanctum]

Petals & Thorns - chapter 1/?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x OC

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.3k

SONG OF THE CHAPTER - little lies • fleetwood mac

Kings Cross Station was packed with children. Eager first years were jumping with anticipation. Their family's eyes showed worry behind them. The second years looked less enthusiastic, but still so, nonetheless. Each year following, the novelty wore off. In a corner by the wall, stood the Malfoy family. Sixth year Adalinda, and fourth year Draco crowded their parents. Lucius and Narcissa stood beside them, making the children assure them they had everything they needed. The mother of two had a loving hand on her daughters shoulder. Lucius was paying attention to his son, whilst the women spoke with her daughter.

"You're ready?" The older woman's voice chimed in the young girls ears. "This year is a big year, don't fall behind. Just because it's not an O.W.L or a N.E.W.T. year, doesn't mean you don't have to study hard." All of her hardness disappeared when she was around her mother. She felt like a child, one who needed to be reminded of what to do. "You did exceptional last year, all O's. We expect the same thing this year." The child nodded her head.

"Of course, mum." She couldn't look her in the eyes. She didn't want her mother to see the fear in her gaze. Deep down, her parents made her nervous. Whenever she was around them, she felt a vulnerability she didn't experience with anyone else.

"Looks like your boyfriend is here." Narcissa nodded her head in the distance. Adalinda looked up to see Adrian Pucey walking towards them, his parents in tow.

"He's not my boyfriend, mum." She muttered, catching his eyes.

"Not yet, anyway." She sighed. "Eventually, you'll learn." Narcissa pulled her daughter into an embrace that held love. This was much different than the one her father would give her. "Tie your tie, you look untidy." Her mother scolded. She ignored the words. It was rare the piece of cloth was ever in a knot. It was a statement: showing she was in charge of herself. Everyone hated it, especially her professors and her parents. As the conductor called the all aboard, the young girl finally met her mothers eyes. "I love you, Addy. I'll see you in the summer." She kissed her daughters head.

Lucius turned away from Draco, pulling Adalinda into an embrace. It was cold and didn't hold any emotion. She was used to this. "Behave yourself, and keep your morals in the front of your mind." He broke from her, speaking slowly. She knew what was coming at the years end. She knew what would be done. "Don't let anything slip." He whispered, placing a finger under her chin. He raised her face to meet his. "Make that relationship official, and do what it takes to keep the boy happy. The Dark Lord will be content to hear of another pure-blood relationship." He whispered. With that, she turned and walked away. Her shorter sibling was racing to catch up to her. She ignored him, as per usual.

She climbed aboard the train with authority in her steps. The clicking of high heels against the ground sent a chill down everybody's spine; they knew exactly who it was. Her platinum blond curls cascaded down her dark sweater, standing prominently. Her knee-length black skirt danced with the movement of her legs. The green and silver tie flowed loosely down her neck. It was left unknotted and draped over her shoulders, as per usual. The heel's added inches onto her already tall and slender figure. Her piercing blue eyes held power. Her highlighted cheekbones cut like daggers.

If the students couldn't recognize Adalinda Malfoy by her stunning features, they could definitely recognize her by the crowd of Slytherins that pursued her. Adalinda was a name of power within their school. Derived from old high German name, it held a meaning of 'serpent' or 'noble snake'. This went hand in hand with her younger brother, Draco's bane. His had similar context. Although from the same family, Draco Malfoy received much less respect and adoration than she. As the eldest born, she was most wise and was thought to be the strongest. She possessed minimal emotion compared to her sibling: she was angry less, quiet often, and judging always. Draco was quick to spit his words; she was calculated, driven, smart, and cunning. A true Slytherin. She thought Draco belonged in Hufflepuff, a house that she thought the sorting hat put the dense and inferior. She was almost ashamed she held the same title as her brother.

Surrounding her at all times you could find Marcus Flint, two, almost three years her senior. He had to repeat a year at Hogwarts, but he was graduating within the following months. Along with him, Adrian Pucey, Graham Montague, Cassius Warrington, who were all her age. Finally, last in her following, Lucian Bole, who was a year her senior. He would also be graduating at this years end. Each boy was a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team. They followed her in hopes of a chance at a relationship with her. Despite this, she found just friendship with all of them. She held no interest in any of the guys but Pucey. He was the boy her father wanted her to pursue and eventually marry. At the end of the day, they would settle for any of them, as they were all from a pure-blood family. Her parents didn't care much about who the boy was, as long as he was kind to her and from a clean background. Clean, meaning no muggle relations.

She didn't have many female friends. In short, they were too envious to be around her. She was beautiful, smart, and held high status. These were traits not many of the girls had. Adalinda, or Addy for short, was special. Students of all ages cowered away as she walked past, afraid to get in her way. She held the attention of all houses, not just her own. The train was packed with hooting owls and meowing cats. The compartments were filling as they walked to their own. She had a consistent seat, one she sat in annually. Nobody dared take it from her. When she sat, her boys came flooding in behind her. Adrain sat on her left, while Marcus held her right. Both made shameless attempts at flirting with her; she brushed them off.

As the rest of the goon squad filed in, she checked her nails for dirt or cracks. The boys watched her with infatuation. "Don't you fools have anything better to do than watch me?" She chided. Their eyes immediately met the floor as she rolled her own. Her hair fell before her face. She pushed it away. "This year is going to be a good one. I heard some rumours, apparently something big is coming to Hogwarts." She smiled. Her eyes fell upon the window. "Draco can't shut his mouth about it. I'm sure by now the whole train knows." She gave a snide word at the expense of her brother. She didn't hate him, but she hated the way he carried himself. He knew he had power, and he wanted everyone to know. To her, that was distasteful. She was well aware of her social standing, but she would never brag about it. Instead of using her words to show it, she held it in her actions.

"What is it?" Adrian was staring at her again.

"If I told you, I'd be no better than my stupid little brother." She gave a sideways smile. "You'll find out tonight. Dumbledore has woven it into his speech." She sighed, placing her head back on the seat. A knock on the compartment door caught her attention. She caught a mirror of her own eyes when she looked up.

"Addy, I have to talk to you." She looked at Pucey, signalling him to keep her seat. She rose and followed her sibling into the hallway. The train had begun moving. She grabbed the wall beside her to steady herself.

"I told you not to speak to me once we got on the train." She hissed, gazing at her brother. She scolded him before they left their house that morning. His eyes held regret for his actions.

"I told everyone that father wanted to send us to Durmstrang this year." She gave a quizzical look at the younger boy. Distaste formed on her lips.

"Why would you do that, now? Showing off again." She spat. He cowered at her tone. Draco was used to her backlash. She didn't appreciate his lies that she got twisted in. "I suppose you want me to lie on your behalf, now? Tell everyone I was supposed to be shipped off to a school of dark magic?" She didn't like Durmstrang, though Draco held a passion for it. She recognized words were slightly true, though exaggerated. Their father had mentioned it in passing. Once she voiced her disagreement, he didn't speak again. If The Dark Lord could go to school at Hogwarts, they should be proud of their enrolment. Lucius usually cared about her input. He was proud of her ability to maintain the respect of their family name, so valued her opinions at home. Usually, Draco was her father's favourite while she held that spot with her mother. Lucius grew to care for Adelinda increasingly as the years passed. When she proved capable of the traits he wanted to see, his love for her grew stronger.

"I thought it would be interesting if everybody thought that!" He defended himself.

"You and your loud mouth." She cursed him, rubbing her face in her hands. "I'll defend you this time. This time only. You've already annoyed me enough for this year." She shooed him away. She loved him, yes, but he didn't hold the elegance a Malfoy child should. It annoyed her greatly. He lied, he caused trouble, and he was a bully. Yes, the family had a distaste for Harry Potter and mudbloods, but nobody was as vocal about it as Draco. Their father still held his position at the ministry, and that meant they had to hide their pure-blood fanatics. She didn't want her father to lose his job because of her brother's inability to hold his tongue.

She watched as he sauntered in the other direction. When he disappeared into his own compartment, she returned to hers. She resumed the position she held previously. Adrian casted an arm around her shoulder; she had to fight with herself not to shake it off. She understood the importance of her relationship with him. He wasn't ugly, he was kind, and treated her well. The issue was, she didn't love him. Somewhere in her body she may have held some type of feelings for him, but she felt it would never manifest into love. Instead of fighting with it, she allowed him to do things with her.

She respected her parents wishes. She didn't want to upset them. Her whole life had a purpose of making them happy and proud, and if being with a boy she didn't love would do it, she had to. She rested into his side, fighting off the feeling of uneasiness. As much love as she had for her family and her heritage, she sometimes wished life could be easier. She didn't adore bearing the name some days. It brought her respect and honour, but it didn't make her truly happy. Sometimes, she found herself envious of the families who held true love for their children. For example, as much as it disgusted her, she envied the Weasley children. Their parents cared about their children's happiness over the blood status. She knew she would never get to experience that.

She pushed the thoughts from her mind, hating herself for bringing them up. She cherished respect from her parents, and didn't need nurturing. She was strong enough without that. If being in a mostly loveless household allowed her to achieve greatness, so be it. She could see the same look she gave Pucey in her mother's eyes. She too, did not truly love her father. Narcissa's parents were as strict about keeping the bloodline clean as Adalinda's were. At the time of their marriage, her mother did not fully love her father. This came with time. After their children were born, they grew to truly care for each other. They spoiled their children and bonded over them, giving them common ground. As the years passed, infatuation grew.

She didn't truly consider them her friends. In her mind, she didn't have any. She couldn't tell who truly cared for her or just cared about her last name. With that being said, she limited her words. Rarely she spoke of important topics because of her distrust. The closest person she had to her was the boy with his arm resting around her. Even then, she was distant with him. She let him kiss her, and speak about his emotions. Not often did she return the words. She felt his fingers grasping the flesh on her body. It disgusted her. He let his fingertips find their way under her sweater. The coldness shot daggers unto her chest. She let her emotions subside as she subjected herself to numbness. It was something she did often. She had to if she wanted to remain the woman her parents wanted her to be.