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jessamine-rose · 1 year ago

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⋆˚♱ଘ Requiem for the Damned ଓ♱˚⋆

*holds head in hands* Idk why Dottore keeps haunting me with writing inspo. And for this idea to manifest just before Holy Week….fuck it, I hope you all enjoy the blasphemous tale of Priest! Dottore x Demon! Darling _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Tw:: yandere, violence, death, religious abuse, dubcon, mention of nsfw, MINORS DNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 2.7k words under the cut ♡

♡ Despite your status as a wandering demon, you have no place in human cognizance. Rather, you conceal yourself from mortal eyes in favor of close observations and whispered temptations. Humans, from your perspective, are interesting creatures—they are ambitious, easily influenced by spiritual beings, capable of both good and evil.

♡ And what better example than the one who summoned you on a starry night? Such rituals are not uncommon amongst heretics, but most only succeed in invoking the contempt of their fellow humans. And few would invoke your name, much less commit sacrilege within the walls of the Church.

♡ You sense danger immediately upon your appearance. Within the summoning circle, you take note of your sigil perfectly illustrated in blood against marble. Beyond it, what alarms you is not your sacred surroundings nor the fresh corpse mixed with your offerings of books and fruit. It is the figure standing over you, cloaked in moonlight, gazing at you with eyes the color of hellfire.

“My ritual is a success. Welcome to my humble church, o noble demon…or would you rather be addressed by your epithet? ______, Fallen Seraph, the Seeker of Forbidden Knowledge.”

♡ A glimpse into his soul is all it takes to strike fear into your heart. Within Hell, there are rumors of a small village in Sumeru. Its people are nothing of note, a congregation of simpletons whose lives revolve around the beliefs of their Church. The lone exception is the main priest, Father Zandik, better known as Il Dottore.

♡ The stories, passed through human voices, speak of a child ostracized for his unconventional beliefs and his interest in the macabre. Branded a madman, he was placed in the care of the Church elders who corrected his ways of thinking. Once he became of age, Zandik was given the choice to move out of the rectory or to remain as a priest; he chose the latter of his own volition.

♡ Since his ordination, Zandik has proved himself to be an exceptional priest. He educates the masses, reviews theological texts, performs exorcisms, and provides religious counsel for the doubtful. He even serves as the town’s doctor, fully gaining the acceptance of his community.

♡ The rumors don’t stop there. For Il Dottore earned his title by performing miracles. It is he who guides the people into religious ecstasy, he who cures the sick from mysterious curses, he who blesses the weak into “enhanced humans.” There are already whispers that once Dottore’s mortality catches up with him, he will surely be canonized as the Patron Saint of Doctors and Miracles.

♡ But spiritual beings such as yourself know the truth. That Dottore is neither a kind priest nor a devout believer, that his days in the Church only magnified his heretical inclinations. Disillusioned with God, Zandik decided to turn His religious sanctuary into his own laboratory, one where he could fulfill his lust for knowledge through a mask of holiness.

♡ He manipulates the people with false teachings. He triggers religious ecstasy with drugged incense. He singles out devotees to “test their faith” during the quiet hours of the Church. And what the town perceives as curses and miracles are actually scientific experiments in which Dottore plays god.

♡ It’s too late to escape. No matter your divine powers, nothing prepares you for Dottore’s traps. The incantations, the barrier of the summoning circle, an aura so holy yet sinister that it couldn’t possibly come from ordinary religious objects—all you can do is fall to your knees and beg for his mercy, all the while he watches you with a confident smile.

♡ His intentions are like that of any human: He summoned you to form a contract. In exchange for his soul, he demands your knowledge, your resources, your full servitude for so long as he roams the mortal plane. Your hesitation only triggers another wave of scorching pain, followed by panic as Dottore grips your horn and forces you to face him.

“Make no mistake, ______. The mere fact of your divinity does not make you indestructible. In exchange for your cooperation, you will bear witness to experiments of the same magnitude as God’s creations. What say you?”

♡ You have no other choice. And that is how, in the sanctity of the Church, you make a deal with the human named Zandik. Once the pact has been forged, Dottore admires the bright sigil on his chest, plucks a few feathers from your wings, and disables the summoning circle so you can leave. Thus begins your personal hell.

♡ It is easy for you to answer Dottore’s questions about the divine. The horror lies in assisting him in experiments, responding to his summons no matter the inconvenience, allowing him to extract your blood, tears, and feathers. No, what’s most humiliating is when he uses your body for his “research,” bending you over the altar and bringing you to physical ecstasy against your will.

♡ At this point, you don’t know who to pray to. One night, Dottore shows you a secret room in his laboratory. As soon as he lights the lamps, your eyes take in numerous bodies and skeletons of a different classification from his usual victims. The extra bones jutting from the scapulas, the amputated wings, the halos pinned to the walls, the holy aura you’d felt from his religious objects…instantly, Dottore’s powers make sense.

“This is my first specimen. She was my guardian angel…no, I jest. She was a mere messenger who implored me to repent for my sins. From her words, I deduced it had been within Heaven’s capacity to save me during my youth—and yet God only sent an angel to me after my first act of blasphemy.”

The angels…how many has he killed? Not even during your fall from Heaven did you feel such primal fear for your life. But you cannot scream—you have long been trained to resist fight and flight. All you can do is listen to Dottore’s explanation, watch as he approaches a pure white skeleton and wraps his hands around its fractured hyoid bone.

He gives you a calm smile. “Luckily, her body provided me with indispensable resources for my experiments and my procurement of her brethren. I believe her name was Sohreh.”

♡ Just when you think it can’t get any worse, Dottore points at the far corner of the room to reveal a space dedicated to demons. Four dead bodies, their causes of death vividly described. Horns, wings, and other body parts amputated in exchange for lives spared after exorcisms. And when Dottore returns to your side, tracing the wound from where he broke off your horn, you can only tremble and acquiesce to a checkup. It grows back fully by the end of the year.

♡ He has his moments of vulnerability, however. Perhaps it is due to your nature as a demon, a creature which represents evil, that Dottore does not hide his heart from you. Once, after his usual confessions—he always makes up trivial sins—he remains in the confessional until his fellow priest has left. Then he goes to the altar and summons you.

♡ What catches you off-guard is not his lack of greetings. Rather, it’s the way he pulls you close to his body, lips ghosting the curve of your ear. There, in the heart of the Church, he whispers to you every sin he has ever committed. Despite his normal tone of voice, his words have never betrayed a language so guiltless, so sincere, so human.

♡ He asks how much of his madness is to blame on the influence of demons, or if he had been born wicked. He asks if humans were truly given the mental faculties to withstand temptation regardless of their circumstances. He asks if the same can be said for spiritual beings, questioning why former angels like you were also created with the capacity to sin. He even asks if praying for a demon can offer them any hope of salvation.

♡ It takes you a while to answer his questions. It’s just like him to put your emotions in disarray, to make you feel pity for the very cause of your current suffering. Against your nature, you wonder if there is still a chance for Zandik, if he can somehow repent or find a way to save himself from your contract and all of his sins. Even if it is too late, He has always been more forgiving to humans than angels.

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“Do you know why I became a demon, Zandik?”

Your question is what prompts Zandik to pull away from you, though his touch lingers. His gaze, as always, is unfathomable; you can never discern what hides within those pools of crimson.

“No, I do not. Few demonological texts allude to your existence, and only the Lesser Key of Deshret cites your previous status as an angel of the highest ranking. I have made theories in relation to your epithets but I respect all possibilities. Now what would you, as the primary source, reveal to me?”

Now it is your turn to confess.

“Seraphim are the closest to God but for that reason, we are the most distant from His creations. Everything we know of the world is derived only from what He tells us, not our own insights. And so I defied His Word and ate the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, committing the same sin which condemned all of humanity.”

The tip of your upper wing brushes against Zandik’s face, while your middle wings encircle his body in a loose hug. As for your lower wings…they are nothing but twin scars covered in short feathers. After your descent, it seemed like a rational decision to chop them off, broken as they were. It helped that your wings had just outgrown their original purpose.

For once, you barely flinch at the sensation of his touch against your scars. Many times, Zandik has inquired about the loss of your lower wings and even asked if he could have them. They still remain in Hell, tucked away in a corner of your home, eyes forever closed.

It takes a few seconds for him to respond. “Do you ever regret your decision?”

You shrug. “It was difficult at first, naturally. Many of my eyes were blinded—yes, that is why I rarely open the ones on my wings—but those which still function have seen so many wonderful sights up-close. Neither must I cover my face with my remaining wings. And despite being what your kind and my former brethren would dub a monster…I’m happier now.”

“I see, I see.” His curiosity appears far from sated, however, a sentiment you can empathize with. “As I thought, God is incomprehensible. For Him to deny even His greatest creation of salvation…it confirms that there are limits to the forgiveness of that which humans call a ‘loving god.’ Thank you for sharing this knowledge with me.”

And just as quickly as he initiated his confession, Zandik steps out of your grasp and dismisses you. But you make no haste, silently watching him after you “leave.”

His expression is thoughtful. A gloved hand touches his chest, right above your sigil.

Such an interesting creature.

Honestly, you don’t know what to make of your feelings for this human. Much as you despise his cruel treatment towards you, he never fails to capture your interest with his experiments and philosophies. Whenever he speaks of God, you wonder if a small part of him still desires to be saved. But that will never be.

Zandik preaches salvation with the knowledge that he will never receive it. For the Church never taught him how to love.

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♡ Il Dottore never became the Patron Saint of Doctors and Miracles. Neither did he have a funeral mass befitting of a priest, nor a peaceful death from natural causes. Instead, he died young, laicized, once again denounced as a heretic by his community.

♡ You don’t know how his crimes were exposed, and why now. Perhaps it is God’s punishment for him, a blessing for his victims, or both. Either way, Dottore paid for his sins on a sunny day, burned at the stake before a disdainful crowd. Not long after his heart stopped beating, his belongings were thrown into the fire—research, tools, anything which carried his memory.

♡ You never left his side. After his last rites, led by an elderly bishop who condemned Zandik as he did in the past, you sat next to him and offered a final conversation. He didn’t express any fear nor sadness in regards to his imminent death, merely stating it a pity that his achievements could never be appreciated in his town.

♡ …He did ask if there is any chance of meeting again in Hell, but you reminded him that the punishment of sinners is out of your jurisdiction. Plus, it’s better that way—you have no desire to avenge yourself, and you’d rather not witness Zandik’s suffering for all eternity. You can only imagine the severity of his punishment, what more if he is assigned to one of the demons he exorcized.

♡ During his execution, you stood at the front of the crowd. You kept your eyes trained on him, for so long as his scarlet orbs remained open, whispering the prayers for the dead on his behalf. While a part of you felt liberated, another was mournful. You hope your last words to Zandik gave him solace in his final moments.

“Rest now, Zandik. God may never forgive your sins, but I shall.”

♡ And thus ends the life of Il Dottore. In the following days, the Church is purged of its holy, sinister aura, mainly because they discarded the religious objects tainted with angel remains. You continue your usual obligations as a wandering demon, but the humans you observe pale in comparison to your companion of many years.

♡ Not long after, you return to Hell for your other divine duties. As soon as you appear in your abode, however, something feels off. The sinister aura, the offering of books and fruit, your lower wings gone from their original place… The answer comes in the form of a hand grabbing you by the horn, pulling you backwards, twisting your body to meet a familiar gaze the color of hearth-fire. Only, this time, those eyes are brimming with pure joy, paired with a genuine smile.

♡ Apparently, Dottore’s soul did end up in Hell but not in the way you expected. In a proud voice, he explains that the Devil gave him a special fate. Whether it was due to vacant positions or everyone’s fear of the infamous “Demon-Killer,” you’ll never know. What Dottore does confirm is that as the demon bound to him via contract, you have to take responsibility and act as his companion in Hell.

“Rather than subject me to eternal suffering, the Devil believed that my talents would prove useful for the punishments of my fellow sinners. How wonderful is it for my achievements to be recognized in Hell? …Oh? I didn’t predict such a physical reaction from you. All of your eyes are wide open, and you seem to be on the verge of fainting.”

♡ You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. To think your personal hell has been extended to eternity—are your sins enough to warrant such a fate?! But after confirming your misfortune, all you can do is sigh and tend to Zandik. He looks exactly the same, with the exception of a few burn scars on his body. And judging by the familiar black feathers on his person, he seems eager to discard his former religious attire along with his mask of faith.

♡ And when Zandik unfastens his scorched cassock, he takes your hand and places it on his unburned chest, right above your sigil. It glows vibrantly, brighter than any light you laid eyes on in Heaven. And beneath the flesh, you can feel his heart beating in sync with yours.

“Tell me, ______, do I still appear human to you?”

“You already know my answer to that question. But fine, I’ll admit it: Yes, you always have.”

♡

More Church AU here!! Capitano ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone ๑ Pierro ๑ Dainsleif

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics who are not listed in my masterlist.

At long last, I am free from Priesttore…thank you to everyone. To my readers, to my fellow Dottore simps, to my mutuals who indulged my tortured DMs after midnight, to the artist whose fan art inspired this idea to begin with. May you all have a lovely day╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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thenightling · 1 year ago

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Dead boy Detectives review

I've watched all eight episodes of Dead Boy Detectives and it was a decent show. It's not something I may obsess over like The Sandman, or The Witcher, but it was decent.

Dead Boy Detectives is the story of Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland. Edwin was killed during a Satanic ritual in 1916. Charles died from hypothermia and internal bleeding after some bullies drove him into an ice-cold lake while throwing rocks at him.

(Note: That was not how Charles actually died in the source material. In the comics, Lucifer had quit and shut down Hell (the basis for the TV show Lucifer) so many evil souls returned to Earth, including the boys that sacrificed poor Edwin. They badly burnt Charles' back on a hot stove and Charles died from his injuries.)

The two ghosts decided to dedicate their afterlife solving mysteries to help other ghosts find peace. They are aided by psychic, Crystal Palace, who is haunted by her abusive ex-boyfriend who happens to be a demon.

Both Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland originated in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Season of Mists, The Sandman: Volume 4. Issue 25 of The Sandman comics, and within Act 2 of The Sandman audio drama.

The Dead Boy Detectives made their TV first appearance in Doom Patrol for HBO Max (now Max). During a shakeup at Max the show was moved over to Netflix as to better connect it with The Sandman since that is where they originated.

The show features different actors from the ones that played Charles and Edwin on Doom Patrol.

The Dead Boy Detectives is a decent show but ...it feels a bit like a CW teen drama. I had been told that some of the show's writers were originally writers for the CW... and it shows.

There are some deliberately surreal elements of the show that I think are a callback to their appearance in Doom Patrol.

I love the variety of supernatural entities in the show, including the appearance of two of Morpheus's siblings. Death and Despair. The things I don't like about the show can be considered CW tropes or cliches. The angsty romances and unrequited love. The ham-fisted abusive ex metaphor between Crystal and David The Demon.

And of course the most tedious of CW tropes, the end of the episode pining and angst while a sad pop song plays in the background.

If you look past the CW-ness of it, the show is enjoyable.

The only other things I can complain about is the "connecting thread" subplot of The Afterlife: Lost and Found feels like unnecessary filler. And I wish they would openly establish that Edwin, being an innocent, would NOT return to Hell if collected by Death now. I don't think that should be left hanging over his head. Especially since we're supposed to see Death as a kind entity. Also I think Charles says "Aces" a little too much. It's very distracting and makes me feel like the writers didn't know much late 80s English slang. It would be like if he was an American and they had him say "Radical" all the time. I get that it's kind of his catchphrase but it also got a bit annoying.

The parts I don't like are CW tropes and what I'd consider to be late 90s Vertigo edginess.

The thing I liked were plentiful though. The protagonists were and are likable. The ending is satisfying enough so that if there is only one season this was still good. I liked that it appears that one can ascend out of Hell after some self-reflection as is indicated by the boy Edwin confronted in Hell. The blue light was established to mean ascension, a good afterlife.

I also LOVE the opening credits theme music and animated sequence. It reminds me of the intro to Showtime's Creature Feature movies. (See the trailer for 2001's She Creature, not the 50s version. Watch the trailer at thirteen seconds in, on Youtube, and you'll see what I mean).

That's two Gothic themed shows from Netflix in the last two years with great opening credits sequences. The first being Wednesday. That one won Danny Elfman an Emmy.

It's funny, Wednesday and Dead Boy Detectives (which is a spin-off of The Sandman) have great opening credit intro sequences but The Sandman does not. Apparently Neil Gaiman was told people don't watch the opening credits anymore so The Sandman doesn't have them.

I feel we were cheated out of what could have been a great opening sequence for The Sandman.

Episodes 7 and 8 of Dead Boy Detectives were probably the best of the series. I liked it well enough that if Dead Boy Detectives gets renewed I'll happily watch season 2.

#Dead Boy Detectives #The Dead Boy Detectives #The Sandman #Sandman

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stjohnstarling · 6 months ago

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When you think about it, the success (relatively speaking) of What Manner of Man is kind of miraculous. I have no social media presence outside of Tumblr (not for lack of trying! I just utterly do not have the knack,) no connections, and I've already given the book away for free. I simply have not written this book in a way that gets me anywhere with BookTok, Bookstagram, the Facebook communities of Kindle Unlimited readers - any of the online indie publishing infrastructure.

And yet it’s been wonderful! In some ways, writing this book has gone indescribably better than I ever dreamed it could. Every day I'm floored by the number of people who’ve read What Manner of Man and cared enough to help it along. The little community of friends and readers this story has gathered around it is one of the best experiences I’ve ever had creatively.

Now that the book is about to be irrevocably published, though, I’ve become wracked with doubts. What if it’s still not enough? What if all the people who’ve read and enjoyed the free version of the novel vanish tomorrow in a puff of smoke, and I have to start again from scratch with a more conventional publishing model? What if my subject matter is just too transgressive/queer/kinky/blasphemous and I have to pivot to writing something that’s less of all of those things? What if I run headlong into the woods and get torn apart by coyotes? Etc.

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Without further ado, therefore - if:

You're tired of being sold safe, sexless, sanitized, advertiser-friendly queerness in stories

You want more art that embraces uncompromisingly queer, transgressive desire

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(And you want to see that explored in metaphor via a vampire seducing a priest)

Then may I present... ✨ What Manner of Man ✨

(Now with a beautiful cover by @beastliness!)

You can read the draft version for free here, and, if you enjoy it, acquire the completed version from your preferred retailer or DRM-free on my itchio store.

If you've made it to the end, thank you for reading all that 💜 (and thank you in advance if you decide to share it!)

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vrsin · 19 days ago

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~The Embrace Beyond the Veil of Time~

Linked Universe x Reader

Story by @vrsin

Linked Universe by @linkeduniverse

Fan Art : 1

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Sky held onto the tiny wooden necklace carving of a four pointed star softly in his hand. It was the first wood carving he made, while on this new quest alongside other heroes which share the same fate as him. The dark blue oak wood carving outlined with gold and a solid gold four pointed star painted in the center, softly glitters as the fire’s light hits it at the right angle. Failing greatly to substitute a companion which he misses dearly.

He stayed quiet but observant, as he listened to the chatter among the group about the new… riveting dream the Vet has gotten.

“Are you positive..?”

“For the last time, yes!”

Vet crosses his arms as he and the Old Man have a stare down. None have moved to stop them, frankly none have moved from their spots once arriving back at camp after the Vet went to the lake bed. However Sky couldn’t blame Time for being so…persistent.

You were always a touchy subject….

Sky can remember the tense talks when they all first came together, speaking about their own quest to defeating the great evil of their world, speaking about… the help

Though never being truly honest with each other, he thinks now looking back at it. He believes each knew about the real help which had yet be spoken about.

Sky was hesitant to ask if they had met you, if you helped them. Learning their place between time he soon found out he was the first, being the one to forge the Master Sword from what was known as the Goddess Sword.

He was the first, which means years could have past…centuries

Fear gripped onto him like a shiver of cold that never went away, always lurking, waiting. Just for the right opportunity to show itself and reveal the dreadful, gruesome fear that he holds deep within his soul and subconscious. Desperately praying to whatever God that may hear him that it will never come.

However, just as the unyielding thought of an unwanted fate happening to you clung to him like frozen fingertips kissed with the shiver of cold known as fear.

That fear soon melted away by the bright smile of a young sailor, the youngest Hero within the group.

“Isn't this a good thing?!”

The Chain all looked at the young sailor, a beaming smile on his face. His eyes twinkling with unshed tears of pure happiness. “This is a sign! It has to be!”

Wars crosses his arms as he leans against the tree he sat in front of, “Or a trick…by the shadow.”

Silence fell over the camp. None dared to be opposed to that option. It hasn't been the first time your voice or the mere mention of you. Have driven them to go deeper then they ever had before; in the most dangerous of locations that you would have smacked some sense into them for even thinking about going. To get even a small hint about you, only to come back with nothing. Each, and every time.

The search for you has been hard and long, though none of them ever gave up. If anything, now after meeting each other and learning they were all looking for you. Gave them even more ambition to push forward, because now Link wasn't doing it alone. Now he had help from others, who each are all driven to find you and ensure that you will never be taken against your will again.

Though any hint of you had to be taken into consideration, it also has to be reviewed with caution. You were no secret to his many many enemies he has gained not only in his singular lifetime, but in all lifetimes.

They, like Link, wont forget about you either. The annoying little bug which always stayed by his side, no matter the life. Never wavered or fled from fear. Always loyal to the hero, always warned him of their attacks. Guided him through the battle to ensure his victory. Made fun of them as Link proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of them.

Each encounter and battle, they can hear your little high pitched annoying laugh as Link stood over them, victorious.

Oh yes, they can't ignore or forget an unwanted little pest like you.

Always cheering on your hero. Your Link.

Though they know how important you are to Link, its a fact documented in archives at this point.

So it comes to no surprise as they use this to their advantage. As they try to get an upper hand over the hero, try to finally slaughter him, only to fail at the end. Beaten by an infuriated Link. Pissed beyond measure by them even merely thinking of using you in any way, shape, or form to trick him. In the very essence disrespecting you.

This is why Time stands firm and motionless. He is the eldest…in a sense.

He must be the responsible one. The mature one. So he clutches his hands as tight as possible as his arms are crossed on top of his chest. He cannot let any of them see the shaking of pure excitement that is coursing through his body. He can't let his childness, his mischievous side, the blissful and most loving memories he holds with you. Blind him to what tricks this possibly could be.

He needs to be cautious.

He needs to be sure.

This is the first real clue they've had ever

So he stares down the Vet, Unmoving and unforgiving. "Speak of your dream.”

Vet bites his lip as he clutches his hands into fists on the side of him. His eyes shut so ferociously, he can feel his brows pinching against each other. He takes a shallow breath, going to sit on the log closest to the fire.

He doesn't want to talk about the dream, in general he never wants to talk about his dreams. Not ever since…

He takes in a deep breath.

He remembers how you would calm him after having a truly awful dream - not a nightmare - but so close to becoming one. The pain and grief he would feel. How he would launch up from bed crying and gripping at his chest as if his heart will burst from so much pain.

But then, without fail.

You would always be there for him

“Link, Link it’s okay. Im here, Im here. Breathe Link, that's it, Those dreams can't hurt you, not while I'm here.

It's okay now Link. I'm not leaving you.”

You're not here now….

You haven't been for awhile…

Vet’s eyes open as he stares at the burning glow of the fire in front of him. It's alright though, he’ll push past his fear and grief. Because now he will fight his dreams for you, to save you.

To be with you again.

“...I was on a beach…”

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The sun was bright and warm on his skin, the wind blowing in his hair. He can hear the seagulls singing and the waves crashing against the shore. The smell of the salt muting his senses, he's at peace. A deep sigh escapes his lips as he opens his eyes. He stares at the bright blue ocean in front of him, the plush white clouds dancing through the sky.

Today is a beautiful day.

A beautiful day on Koholint.

Link stands still, not daring to move, to turn around. To see what is there, and what is not.

“Here again…always here.”

Link gently rubs his eyes, sighing deeply one last time as he proceeds to turn to the left. He figures if he's here, he can enjoy a walk on a beach. Though he never looks toward the island, keeping his gaze to the sea.

He hates how real it feels, how alive everything is. To the wind, the sun, the feeling of the sand underneath his bare feet.

He hates it all, because it lets him know. How alive they felt too. The people of Koholint.

But…this is a dream, he knows that.

And they…they were a dream too.

“How unfair…”

Link continues to walk forward, just enjoying the feeling of the warmth and the rhythm of the waves. The sound of the soft crunch from the sand under his feet and the cool breeze which kisses his cheeks.

“Ah~ The wind feels so nice here! Don't you agree, Sunny?”

Link smiles at the fond memory, you had always loved traveling with him, but for some reason you loved this island more than the rest of the places you both had been to. Whenever he asks how this lonely island was different from the rest, you would always say the wind paints colors different then anywhere you have ever seen. A watercolor of different shades and songs which blend together to make a wonderful dream.

This place has brought you so much joy as it did to him, and even after everything he has been through with Koholint and its people. He is just glad you were able to enjoy it, every moment. He smirks and rolls back his shoulders. He remembered walking down the beach just like this with you when you both first arrived, it was calm and serene, nothing but the sound of the seagulls and laughter shared. You told him it reminded you of a song, walking down this sandy path with him. Curious, you gladly sang to him. LIke you have done in his other lives.

“...How did it go again?”

Link lightly bites his lip, feeling his cheeks heat up. Slight embarrassment creeping up as he opens his mouth to let out a soft, rough singing voice.

“...I have often walked…down this street before.”

Link throws his head back with a laugh. He can't believe himself! He doesn't sound nearly as good as you did when singing. Though he pushes his laughter aside with a smile, a slight hop in his step as he keeps singing. Twisting his rings with closed eyes, his voice is low but smooth as he gains his rhythm. You had often sung such unique songs that he had never heard in Hyrule, songs only you knew. There were so many things you taught him, from songs to stories and dances. The knowledge in which you would use to lift his spirits and make him smile so wide his cheeks would hurt.

“Does enchantment pour. Out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live.”

“And oh~ , the towering feeling~”

He stops.

Doesn’t move.

Doesn't sing.

Your singing…

It's coming from the island, right beside him. This has to be a mistake, the grief taking him over and making him hear your voice again. It has to be it! He can't stop himself though, turning to look at the island. Though he doesn't see it at all, instead he sees a treeline. Leading into dark oak trees.

“Just to know, somehow you are near. The overpowering feeling~”

He sees a glow, a golden glow. Deep within the oak but bright enough for him to see. He steps forward to get a closer look. Entering the woods he hears the flutter of wings. Then he sees it…

A golden fairy clear in his view.

“That any second you may suddenly appear…”

You're right there…Just a few feet away. A bundle of golden starlight with shimmering dust coming from your wings. He steps closer to you, even if this is still just a dream. He has to be with you. He needs to…

But as he gets near, slowly putting his hand out to reach you. You fly away.

“WAIT!”

Link runs after you as he follows your humming, Youre rapidly moving back and forth through the trees, at some point he loses sight of you and spins around as he hears your humming coming everywhere at once. The bright light of your glow just within the corner of his eye, but never in view. This has to be the sickest thing his own mind has done to himself. To present the one person who he cherishes the most and stood by him through everything. Just being out of reach.

Link screams gripping at his hair tightly and falls to his knees, Hiccups begin to escape his throat and his eyes sting. A hand quickly goes to cover his mouth as he lets out a silent cry. “Please…”

His cries echo throughout the woods, the pain and sorrow leaves him in waves as each cry gets louder and louder to the point he is screaming as he sobs. It's so unfair. Dreaming of this once beautiful island, dreaming of you. Both things he has lost, but then. As his hiccups slow down and his eyes begin to dry up, he hears it again. The fluttering of wings

“No, I won't look…”

The fluttering intensifies as it's right in front of his face. He can feel the glittering dust coming from the wings falling gently on his nose and eyelids.

“...I said no…”

The continuous noise of the wings is all that he hears as he covers his ears. But yet that does nothing to conceal the sound as it gets louder and louder to the point his ears start to ring. However no pain comes from such an intense noise. If anything it's just urging him to look.

“FINE!” He shoots up with his eyes wide, just to slightly choke on his breath.

A golden trail.

Leading deep inside dark blue oak trees, with vines and colorful bioluminescent flowers. He knows this path, your fountain. Tired mentally and physically he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath in. Placing his hands on his hips he glares at the trail and woods, “...No…” He turned on his heel to head back from where he came. Just to stop at the sound of your humming, coming from the direction of the gold path.

Link sucks on his teeth, will he really do this to himself? Make him go through even more pain just to hear you singing? To hear you? Link sighs and his shoulders slump down - of course he would….

Turning back to the trail, he shakes his head in disbelief at his own thoughts as he begins to walk on the path ahead. Following your humming.

Deeper into the woods he goes, following the sound of your soft hum. You sang as if you were singing to a babe a sweet lullaby to help them sleep. The softness and care at each vocal note sents shivers down his spine. You were always so careful, so kind and soft to anything. No matter if it was another person, a flower, or even a rock. You held each with care, not because you believed that they were delicate. That you were so scared of shattering them, no. Because you believed the philosophy that anything and everything deserved softness in their life, a gentle touch, to smooth out the wrinkles of stress. From a world that could be so - heavy at times.

Even with monsters - although you have never killed any yourself before - Link had noticed whenever he had asked you to scout out an area or a monster camp. Not only did you map everything out perfectly that he could imagine it without even needing to look. When you assisted him on slowly getting rid of the enemies one by one. You had always directed him in a way that would make the fatal attack instant and painless, a silent mercy. Only one person, or thing depending on the lifetime - that you showed zero mercy.

Ganon.

Link was amazed on how utterly cruel you could be. Each swing of his blade guided by your hand, were ruthless and downright unfair. Insuring the battle moved on swiftly but that with each wound inflicted on his enemy would give him nothing but agony as he kept fighting. Though after every gruesome battle, you always lay on his chest singing him to sleep, finally getting his needed rest after his adventure.

Now, as he is following that same lovely voice through the dark woods. He craved to cruled up on a soft bed, with a warm freshly cleaned blanket, a fluffed up pillow under his head. You - his little nightlight in the dark, singing to him as drifts to sleep - you by his side. Maybe thats why he's following this glimpse of you. He craves to be in bed, to rest along side you. Singing another one of your unique songs.

So please…

Please just give him this one thing…

“People stop and stare. They don't bother me.”

He's at the cave entrance, your voice is stronger - clear. He takes a deep shaky breath and pushes the vines hiding the spiral stairs. Going down the steps he hears the echo over and the drops of water against the pools of water he remembers fondly. At the bottom of the steps, he sees it once again.

Your hidden fairy fountain.

Small pools of water reflected off the glowing crystals and bioluminescent flowers that decorated the large cave. Droplets of water coming from the ceiling fell down with a soft drip drip drip to the clear water below. The ripples of the water merge together until they reach the ends of their pool. The trail continued forward to a large pond at the very back. The pond which connects to the back wall of the cave with numerous amounts of crystals of various sizes and colors in the water, surrounding the pool. A waterfall from the very top crack of the roof, water glistening down in rainbow colors as it enters the pond. Lily pads and floral decorations around the vast cave.

Light and warmth drowned out all of his senses as he just stood at the very entrance of the fountain and breathed in the scent of the flowers. The fresh water, taking in the sound of the rippling waves - the beautiful background noise of the waterfall. He took a deep refreshing breath in and continued his walk to the very back pond. The one whose size, color and decoration of pure life ruled over the rest of the small pools -your fountain. The vast crystals, the unique flora and statues made of pure gold surrounding your fountain appeared to make it seem like a throne fit for the most majestic eternal ruler. Unique and ethereal, just like you.

Link almost lunched back as the water was violently rippling and moving. Something glowing bright gold at the very bottom. The water bubbling and splashing around till finally a pure gold being bursted out of the water. So bright he could not see the features but yet he could see the clear outline of a Hylian - reaching out to him, “For there's no where else on earth.”

Link has no control over his movements. As he gets closer to this utterly enchanting being, his footsteps echo through the cave, but yet drowned out by that soft singing voice. It's you. It's always been you. As he stands at the very edge of the pond, you push yourself up from the water with your hands. Your soft glow warming his cheeks. As finally - finally the same size as him, though he notices you're a bit smaller, which he smiles at.

You cup his cheek and wipe his single tear, “That I would rather be…”

Link hiccups as he slowly brings up his arm. To reach out and to finally touch you again. Though this time he will not be cupping your whole body within the palm of his hand. He will be cupping your soft cheek. Feeling the warmth that is radiating off of you. The golden fairy dust which is shimmering off of your being. Just as he's about to finally hold you again, something else pops out of the water.

Chains.

Made of pure darkness. They wrap around your neck, your body, your arms. It tugs you down, forcing your hand to let go of his cheek. The water which used to be clear and untainted, shimmering with rainbows. Is then contaminated and murky

“NO! Hold on!”

He roughly grabs at your waist, trying to desperately pull you up as the chains slowly keep sinking in, each link one by one, pulling you down antagonizingly slow. With such force that even as he grips you so hard that his knuckles turn white, he can feel you slipping away. He yells out your name, your reply a soft whisper of his. His eyes shoot up to look behind you, witnessing a scaled back barely protruding out of the water and going back down below in your pond. You're being dragged in. Down with that beast! He yells out your name one more time, and something snaps within you.

Realization

Acceptance.

Desperation.

He doesn't know, but he hears it.

Your scream.

"LINK!!"

With a final tug, you plunge down into the murky dark water of your own pond, which has been corrupted by plight. “NO!”

Shoving his hands into the water all the way up to his shoulders. He is reaching around trying to grab at you. How deep is this pond? How low could you have gotten? Did that monster get to you? Can he still save you? About to hold his breath to jump in right after you, he is pushed back. He falls on his back on the hard granite ground. Then swiftly pushes himself back up to look back into the pond.

And then he sees it. His reflection.

But it's not, him.

An exact copy of him is staring back at him, but his eyes are sunken and pure red. His clothes seemed to be made with threads woven with pure darkness. His skin an unhealthy pale grey. A sickening smile that spreads from ear to ear. So unnatural with sharpened teeth that appear ready to just puncture and gnaw at him. He stares in fear. Is this thing with you too?

“They're still waiting. You failed, hero.”

A scream of fury, defeat and just pure hatred escapes his throat as he swings at the water at this bastard reflection of whatever creature is staring back at him. All he hears is that manic deep laughter in the murky water. A single dot of golden light deep in the abyss.

You.

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“I woke up and made my way to the riverbed where…I, you know.”

The calm calling of an owl in the distance is all the reply Legend receives. Time’s brows are pitched together as he continues to stare at Legend, though behind his eyes is a whirlwind of intense emotions Legend can't even begin to decipher. Vet looks around to the rest and holds back a laugh, many had thought during their travels that they were related by blood. Yes, they looked kind of similar - they did see each other as brothers. Though at this very moment as each held a look of extreme fury and determination. Those shades of blue eyes each share burns as hot as the blue flames the Champion has shown them once before, a molten heat of pure unfiltered anger. Any unlucky being or monster to come across this group of heroes would be nothing but a mush of inners and blood on the dirt floor.

“This bein’ of darkness…looked like ya?” The Ranch Hand let out each word with such a deep hard accent he sounded more like growling than speaking, but Legend understood the heated question. A confident nod made the Ranch Hand lean back against the boulder he sat in front of, his ears pointed back and a snarl showing off his pointed teeth. A full unhidden growl coming from deep in this throat, one shared look between him and the old man. “We are…familiar with such a doppelganger composed of shadows.” Time let out with a deep voice filled with venom equal to Twilight.

“...Do you think, the shadow we fought is the same as the thief of your face?” The young sailor’s comment caught them by storm, seeming to almost break their necks as they looked at him. The young man glaring at the ground deep in thought, at this moment he did not appear to be the child he was - but a veteran hero reviewing over the information provided, connecting together the possible profile of their current target. Each is proud of his growth, though if what he said is true…

With a tired sigh Time pushes his hair back and rubs his eyes, “If it is such a case, then this has been more complex than we originally thought.” Warriors pushes himself up as he walks in the center of the crowd, “The concerning question is, what do they want with our golden fairy?” Wild is next to push himself to stand, “Doesn't matter what, we won't let them do anything to them”, each nodding to the statement.

Four staring at the fire, a shifting of colors in his blue eyes, he shares his thoughts, “From the details of the Vet’s dream. It comes to the conclusion our fairy is held at their fountain, the way you were being led there, in addition to the song they were singing. They sang it to us once I think… It’s called ‘Where You Live..?-” as they reviewed the information none paid attention to the mistake Four made referring to himself as “us” instead of “me”.

“- ON The Street Where You Live’ it’s called and they live at that fountain when they're not with us!” Hyrule adds to Four’s explanation. Warrior and Time nod in unison, “Each detail points to that outcome, leading Vet to their home as well as singing about being home.” Time sits on a singular log in front of the group looking at each with the gaze of a leader, “Then it is decided, we sleep the rest of the night away. At dawn, we rise with the sun and start the journey back home.”

“To the Meadow.”

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Heyo! I hope you guys like this new chapter! Mid terms took a lot out of me than I originally expected, I'm sure my fellow students can understand lolol. Based off the comics it looks like the Chain has not yet realized that Dark Link and the shadow are the same person that's why this is going to be a huge detail. The version of the song "On the street where you live" Im imagining is by Vic Damone, he has such a beautiful voice and I adore how he sings! I like to imagine that whatever the MC does while playing Legend of Zelda, it transfers into the world while guiding Link such as singing. This opens the door of adding in a lot of modern-day references which I'm excited for! What is something you guys would do while playing? If you did not get tagged or if you would like to be tagged hit me up in the comments! Thank you so much for reading and I'll see you on the next one!!💙💙

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cassatine · 4 months ago

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my conclave review i guess! i was going to gush in chat but then. too many words.

so literally all i knew about it going in was (1) a cardinal vapes in it (2) probably it's about a conclave?? (3) good vibes according to dashboard osmosis. the cinematography was a+, which i always appreciate. i liked that on one level it's a perfect comedy, really fucking funny in a sort of understated way. the beginning kinda reminded me of the death of stalin, what with the inciting event being the guy at the top of the hierarchy dying… somehow excellent comedy setup. at the very beginning, when lawrence & co struggle a bit to take the ring off the pope's corpse and it's all so ritualized, that's when i knew it was going to be Funny.

but beyond the fact that it was funnier than i expected... i liked the layers. most of all i think i liked the earnestness. ralph fiennes mid-crisis of faith, hating his job, trying to be a moral man in a system that is broken?? chef's kiss. the other cardinals of note were also nicely layered, like adeyemi? it would have been so easy to just stop at his being homophobic and treat his having had a kid being revealed as comeuppance but the way he cries and asks lawrence to pray with him… he sucks and it's a good thing he's taken off the race but it also happens for the wrong reason. bellini who's lying to himself and everyone else over not wanting to be the pope when he so clearly does and still letting himself be bought by the promise of a nice post… and yet he is not just an hypocrite. he sees he failed. he apologizes. he is only human. tedesco could have been a one note villain but he's the coolest dude around, and on a fundamental level that's part of what makes him dangerous: he's a reactionary and a bigot but he makes it kinda sexy. you want to like him; he's fun to watch and he has style, something the other cardinals probably wouldn't recognize if it hit them in the face. benitez. well. benitez is jesus. sister agnes was neat, it's a bit sad we don't really get to know her but she's indispensable and i love that for her. like. here's a bunch of dudes with all the decisional power who expect her to just exist in the background doing the menial work and then her printer expertise ends up being vital, and in general lawrence wouldn't have managed as well without her support… noice.

the end feels a bit easy, like lbr benitez being elected pope because he made a nice speech is ludicrous, but also… it works for me?

(1) on some level the film is about the difficulties of trying to be a moral person in a system that does not reward being moral. sure it's about faith and doubt and the limitations of organized religion. it's about catty bitches vying for power in a ritualized way that, on some level, speaks of an institution that ossified, that resists change (and on that note: benitez, obviously-the-best candidate only gets elected because people skirt the isolation rules, because the outside world intrudes. also because he is jesus.) it's stated near the beginning that the pope hadn't lost faith in god but in the church, and through the movie we can see why, all the machinations and the thirst for power and the fallibility of the men within the institution. through lawrence we see how much easier it would be to just… stop trying, to do the convenient thing, the easy thing, rather than the right thing, and to find justifications for that: better not make waves and better not make a scandal, for the sake of electing a blandly liberal pope rather than tedesco. and who would disagree? sure, better a bland liberal than reactionary tedesco. but then comes the ethical quandary: should the goal of avoiding one evil mean closing your eyes to another? should you forsake your sense of right and wrong for the greater good? too often i think we are told to prioritize the greater good, and maybe sometimes we should. but maybe sometimes we shouldn't. maybe sometimes we should hold to our principles. in the end, benitez being elected pope isn't going to miraculously make the catholic church and its agents unproblematic. but it is a win, and it happens because lawrence kept choosing to do (what he believes is) the right thing, the moral thing, even when it's not easy, even when it's inconvenient, even when he's told he's being naive and hurting the greater cause. and i appreciate that message.

(2) as i said: benitez is jesus. the film is a parable… it's a story about how jesus showed up, completedly unexpected, in the middle of the church his disciples built, and because the church is made up of people and people are flawed and faillible and too busy with things like power, they did not notice jesus walking among them. at least not until god (metaphorically) shone a light on him. like yes sure the way benitez ends up the one elected is ludicrous but!! it took an act of god. not the bombs per se. but the tragedy of it intruding into the isolated conclave? the windows exploding, the light coming in, this is what allows the true stakes to become clear again, and for benitez's love thy neighbour speech to take place at all - a speech contrasted with tedesco's own, all the style stripped from him, making it clear he is a man who reaches for hate and not compassion. it's a parable!! it takes a tragedy. it takes an act of god.

#conclave #spoilers #i may be an atheist but i read too many parables as a kid not to notice one i guess #the score was also!! noice

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nquesoxlies · 2 days ago

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Wanna know/see something interesting?

Thanks to 8x14 giving us some really fucking LOUD negative reactions regarding the absence of a main character (who btw isn't a firefighter anymore or even within the same fucking state as the other main characters) we can see just how miniscule THAT side of the fandom is... so small, in fact, they are actually just a corner. An evil, obnoxious, dusty ass corner.

As a visual to aid in this assessment, we have this, the overall imdb review section of 8x14: (fuck yeah I rated it 10/10. This is the 911 I've been missing!)

One hundred and nine 1 ⭐️ ratings. 11.5% of votes. Compare that to the other episodes with that missing main character or episodes that feature the "plot device" and the numbers (more importantly, percentages) are all similar.

7x4: 431 (17.3%)

7x5: 213 (14.7%)

7x6: 65 (6.2%) Bachelor Party

7x10 134 (12.8%)

8x5: 99 (7.5%)

8x11: 69 (6.5%) Buddie addressed in canon

Based on these numbers and my very unprofessional understanding of ratings... I think it's safe to say that the only people who don't like Tommy Kinard are Eddie Diaz stans and I think it's pretty obvious why that is. (I do not mean all Eddie Diaz stans hate Tommy Kinard. But I am saying that all Tommy Kinard haters stan Eddie Diaz)

So please don't believe the loud protests of "we are many! Buddie is the only way!"

Because numbers don't lie, but toxic stans do.

Apologies to actual Buddie stans. I don't even group you with them anymore.

#911 abc #911 discourse #nquesu wanna block #nquesu want receipts #taco bout discourse #tommy kinard #taco queuesday

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justaz · 8 months ago

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merlin and mordred fic where mordred just out and confesses that he’s a druid one day and arthur and the knights welcome him without blinking and merlin is Not Not Jealous at how everyone just accepted him and didn’t get upset about the lies and hiding or magical background and arthur is even reviewing the laws to try and find a way to keep mordred out of legal trouble which leads him down a wormhole of research and comes out the other side wanting to repeal the magic ban entirely. merlin is Not Not Not Not Jealous or Envious at how mordred was able to change everything that merlin has been working his ass off to achieve one day, all his bloodshed and misery and pain in the name of a future he only had hope for - only for a druid boy with bigger dreams to come along and change everything within like a year of barely hiding and no bloodshed.

mordred brings up his abysmal magic from his childhood and merlin thinks the open admittance of magic maybe then they’ll start to grow suspicious but they DON’T and instead watch mordred with fascination and call out encouragement as mordred tries to light a fire. merlin is. Slightly Envious. the life mordred has created for himself here, the dynamic he’s forged between him and merlin’s friends - that’s what merlin wanted. he wanted to be seen, be valued, be appreciated entirely without the hiding or secrets. he wanted his friends to watch, entranced, as merlin wove magic through the air. mordred comes to merlin, unaware of his emotional turmoil, and asks for merlin to teach him magic bc he is just not getting it.

merlin wants to reject him and the words are halfway out of his mouth before his mind conjures an evil plan. if he teaches mordred magic and helps him grow in power, then the others might see him as a threat and treat him differently. he agrees. one sided enemies to brothers where merlin begrudgingly teaches mordred magic in hopes of ruining the life and friends he’s made but ends up growing to care for him and taking him under his wing and becoming a reluctant older brother who will never admit that he cares for the annoying little shit but he’d slaughter a whole army to keep him safe

#i just think. merlin and mordred couldve been so cute #the triple goddess’s children shouldve been. you know. siblings.#mordred morgana and merlin shouldve been best friends #they couldve been so powerful #why is merlin so hellbent on exposing his friends as secret magic haters? hes self destructive?? i dont fucking know #dont ask me #im just a conduit for the visions i receive from god #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #sir mordred #knights of the round table

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exhaslo · 1 year ago

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Corruption

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Five months before D-Day

It was quiet. Something nearly unheard of in the city of Nueva York. Not even a whoosh of wind or a click of a heel could bring noise to this silent room. Especially not after the vulture of the lab had demanded everyone's silence.

You sat in the corner of the lab, quietly tapping against your tablet. You could not even hear another's breathing. That is how powerful the lead of this lab was when he demanded silence. That was how powerful-

"Miguel?" You whispered lowly.

Miguel O'Hara, otherwise known as Mike, due to his father's pestering nicknaming. Miguel O'Hara was the son of Alchemax's CEO, Tyler Stone, and the smartest scientist in the corporation. He was a man of power, and a man to be feared.

"This better be good, (Y/N)" He said with a hiss.

Oh, how you loved it when your name rolled off his tongue. If only he would have said it a little nicer. You raised your head from your tablet, looking ahead at the scene before you. A man, strapped onto a metal table with lights and strange liquid being entered into his blood. A twisted science experiment that never ended well.

Sometimes you questioned your job. You questioned how you found yourself seated as a secretary, recording each horrible experiment Miguel did. This was not for the faint of heart. You started working for Alchemax about two years ago thanks to a friend who helped you out of college.

You met Miguel a year ago, when you were assigned to be his personal assistant. Since, apparently, everyone else refused to take the job. Once you did your first report with him, you immediately found out why, but that wasn't going to stop you.

"According to my report, the subject purposely ate a peach before agreeing to this test." You explained.

"So?"

"So, the patient is allergic to peaches and is about to go into shock in a matter of minutes now." You huffed.

"Shouldn't affect the procedure."

Oh, how sometimes you wished you could enter Miguel's head and wonder what sick and twisted mind worked in there. Miguel was fascinated with genetic splicing. He always had a new test subject on his table once a week. He wanted to learn how to manipulate their DNA.

However, each experiment always ended in failure and death. The body count Miguel had was enough to lock him up a hundred times over. The man had not a single shred of humanity in him. It was always about the experiment.

"Begin,"

You rolled your eyes, wishing you could stop all of this. You had begged for a way to find the light in Miguel. How could someone so handsome be so evil? It almost made you sick the amount of times you had wet dreams about your monster of a boss.

"Another failure, sir. Perhaps we made a mistake-"

"I never make mistakes." Miguel hissed as he watched his now deformed monster patient lie dead on his table, "Get him out of my sight! Now!"

Right as you started to fill out your report, you noticed the patient's stomach start to inflate. You furrowed your brows before yelling out to everyone that the body was going to pop.

Your efforts were for not. Within the second, everyone in the room was covering in disgusting blood and body parts. You had wanted to throw up, but you did your best to hold it all in. Miguel was already throwing a fit about his lab being dirty, you didn't want to add to the mess.

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Once you were all cleaned, you made your way back to your office. You still had to finish your reports and send them over to Miguel for review. Miguel always demanded perfection. It was amazing how long you even lasted as his assistant. According to everyone, you were the more insane one.

"Oh, Miguel," You muttered, spotting the tall man in your office. Miguel lazily looked at you,

"Took you long enough," He spat. You placed your tablet down,

"Remember that time I told you that being a female requires more shower time?" You said with a smirk. Miguel scoffed as he placed himself onto your work couch, "Not even a smile," You huffed.

"Get working,"

"Yes, yes, oh chosen one." You teased once more.

The only thing that you could collectively agree on was that you were in love with the mad scientist. Giving Miguel a head massage, you stared down at his gorgeous face. You had been working with Miguel for a year. You knew what he liked, what he didn't like and how he worked.

It was safe to say that you were probably the only person in this whole building who understood Miguel. If only he wasn't evil. You would totally asked him out on a date long ago. Each passing day, you hoped that these feelings would go away.

"(Y/N), do my shoulders too," Miguel whispered in a low and sweet voice.

You folded far too easily. Doing what he asked, you knew that Miguel was using you. You had to be blind not to see that, but shit, you couldn't help it. That, and you physically could not quit your job. Both Miguel and his father made sure that no one would quit.

If you'd try, you'd be drugged.

Perhaps one day, you could bring this place to justice. You wanted Miguel to see the error of his ways. If there was any way to change Miguel to see the light, you would. Of course, taking Alchemax down was going to have to be the first step.

But, that was just a fleeting dream.

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Miguel inhaled deeply as you worked on his tense muscles. The only thoughts coursing through his mind were his experiments. How they could have been done differently. Perhaps he needed a different breed of test subjects.

"Let's resume our experiments with spiders," Miguel said with a low groan as you pinched just the right spot. He heard your small whine and scoffed, "We do this every other month."

"I know and you still torture me with it!" You cried softly, moving his to hair. Miguel closed his eyes, enjoying the massage,

"And as usual, I let you pick the next creature to study."

"A seahorse?"

Miguel resisted a chuckle since his first thought was getting males pregnant. How amusing that experiment would be, yet also horrifying. If he were to do that, then he would truly live up to his name as a mad scientist.

You had some dumb and ridiculous ideas. You weren't as smart as the rest of them and Miguel liked that. You were good for him to have around. Someone to remind him that there were those who were just dumb naturally. Of course, he could never say that to your face, or you would start crying.

"Like last time," He whispered ever so softly.

"Hm? Are you thinking rude things again?" You asked with a huff, gently pulling against his hair, "I can always stop this."

"But you won't." Miguel hummed and lazily opened his eyes, "Just be ready for tomorrow. I don't want another disappointment."

Getting himself ready to leave, Miguel fixed up his lab coat before giving you one last glance. He knew that you were attractive. Hell, he had to force his ignorant coworkers to get back to work since all they did was talk about wanting to date you.

Perhaps in another universe, where Miguel wasn't obsessed with his experiments, he would date you. Stepping out of your office, Miguel knew full well what he was doing. He got a rise knowing that he was keeping you all to himself.

Call it villainous, but Miguel enjoyed being selfish. That's how he always got what he wanted. Entering his private office, Miguel's eyes sparkled as he saw a case full of spiders.

"I'll make the perfect specimen, this I swear." He said with a wicked smirk.

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You squirmed in place, not ready to deal with today's experiment. You hated spiders. You wanted nothing to do with them, but Miguel loved them. He was so fascinated about the great hero age and about Spiderman.

Slowly making your way inside the lab, you gasped as scientists dashed past you. Everyone was running around in a panicked frenzy. Wondering what was happening, you gasped as you saw Miguel shaking with anger.

His spider enclosure was knocked over.

You wanted to jump and scream, but you knew that would only anger Miguel more. Hesitantly, you approached Miguel to try and distract him. As you did so, you felt something bite the back of your neck. You flinched and slapped your neck, praying that it was a mosquito.

You bit your lower lip, spotting a spider and nearly cried. Quickly shaking the foul creature away, you hurried to Miguel's side and gently tugged on his sleeve. Miguel hissed as he turned towards you violently,

"WHY AREN'T Y-Oh, (Y/N)," He growled. You were still biting your lower lip, glancing away from him,

"I know now isn't the best time, but why don't we-"

"Whatever it is, let's go while these fucking IDIOTS find my spiders," Miguel roared in anger.

You just nodded, leading Miguel out of the room as you quietly prayed for your fellow coworkers. Miguel was not going to let them rest until all of his spiders were found...including the one you just murdered.

"Why don't you tell me what you were going to work on while we go to lunch? I think a meal break would help," You suggested, tapping away on your tablet. Miguel stroked his hand through his hair, cussing lowly in Spanish,

"Sounds like a plan."

You smiled as you led Miguel to your lunch destination. You were proud to say that whenever Miguel was going to have a meltdown, you were able to calm him down someway or another. Call it talent, but you loved being reliable.

However, that talent seemed to be failing you now. You couldn't keep focus during lunch and Miguel seemed to be getting annoyed. You weren't sure what was happening to you, but your body felt like it was on fire. Could it have been from the spider bite?

"Sorry, Miguel...I just...need to..." You whispered before collapsing.

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Miguel was growing irritated as he watched you waver in place. You were fine just a moment ago. If there was one thing Miguel hated, it was when someone lost interest in his conversation. This had never happened to you, so why now?

Right as you stood, you immediately came tumbling down. Like instinct, Miguel caught you and noticed that you had a fever. A small scoff escaped his lips as he carried you out of the restaurant and back into his company car.

"Take us to (Y/N)'s apartment. Fool got herself sick,"

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cho sang woo x f!reader | unlikely lust

squid game season one

warning(s): smut, light description of cuts, unprotected sex(p in v), oral sex (m receiving), age gap, sleepily proof read😴

summary: after majority of the contestants of the sadistic games voted to leave, the destitute businessman believed his fate was sealed- dooming him to take his own life. unbeknownst to him, he was on the verge of encountering someone who would rock his world and reignite his will to live.

“Mmgh that’s gonna bruise” she muttered under her breath as she braced herself for the sheer impact of being manhandled and ejected out of a moving van, onto the gravel road as if she were mere refuse.

Rugged, breathy groans emanated from the lips of the man tossed just behind her. He was too close for comfort. The moisture and mint of his exhales danced in her hair.

Instinctively, her bounded up arms shot away from her body to create some sort of distance between the two of them. Her palm and finger tips were met with rock hard abs. The man curled his abdomen back. “let me untie you.”

Flustered, she complied as soon as she felt his hands draw closer to hers. The moment her hands were liberated, she tore off her blindfold and discarded it, then swiftly untied her legs. She contorted her right forearm and thigh to review the damage left on her skin. It was flushed with a pink tender hue that greatly contrasted the unaffected skin surrounding it. Droplets of blood oozed out from the deeper scrapes.

"Excuse me, miss? Could you, untie me." the same bass voice, devoid of discernible emotion, resonates from behind her, piercing the stillness of the air surrounding them.

“Me too please!” a chirpier voice rang from further away.

“Oh right, sorry.” she did per their request.

Only now did she become acutely aware of the biting chill that permeated the air, its icy tendrils combing through the erect hairs on her skin and sending shivers cascading down her spine. Sheepishly, she picked up her share of the pieces of fabric sprawled on the asphalt and rocks.

“Ugh! Shibal!” the tip of her tongue pushed against the bottom left corner of her agape mouth. In a fit of frustration, she unleashed a swift, vengeful kick upon an unsuspecting rock, sending it tumbling across the ground with audible clacks.

“What’s wrong, miss?” the man who was previously within an unsettling proximity of her inquired monotonously. She whipped her body around only to be met with the sight of him, pulling up his trousers.

Him.

The man she had mentally, playfully declared was the hottest, for lack of a better word, dilf in the abnormally large room before she was promptly informed of the psychotic, evil intentions behind the horrific game. It felt as though her eyes had been stripped of their autonomy, operating independently of her conscious will as they scanned every inch and crevice of his body and face. His skin was moderately tan and coated in sweat residue that meticulously highlighted his hard earned physique. His shoulders were broad, very broad. His back muscles rippled beneath his taut skin, no dimple or groove going unnoticed. His sinewy arms no doubt harmonised flawlessly with his build.

With her mouth agape and genuine drool foolishly pooling in her mouth, she somehow manage to blurt, “They took my fucking panties.”

The smug bastard smirked and chuckled. He unhurriedly twisted his neck to face her and upon further inspection, he realised she was donning a school uniform, “you’re a student?” his expression hardened and his eyes speckled with guilt.

“Nope, graduated two years ago.” she replied, her voice steady. “I just haven’t got any other clothes to wear,” she added, her gaze drifting away. She figured explaining how her parents had disowned her right before she graduated high school would be far too heavy a topic to discuss with a man she barely knew.

He began to notice the signs of wear on her now-soiled white button-up. Surely, the weather would consume her in this state. Even in his thermal-lined coat, he was shivering.

“Here, take this.” he stripped off his coat and tossed it to her.

“Oh, you really don’t have to.” she objected. He insisted she had it, and even appeared ticked off when she attempted to refuse his offer.

“Alright then. Thank you, sir.” her lips pressed against one another and an awkward silence ensued.

“Excuse me sir, i’m so sorry. Could I please borrow your phone? I need to make an urgent call.” she watched as the good looking man not only lend him his phone but generously sponsor him enough cash to catch the last bus to ansan.

Who the hell even is this man? And if he’s so rich what was he doing in a game made to punish the destitute, like herself?

“Where are you headed?” he directed his attention back to her.

“Oh um, probably where ever is empty enough to settle for the night.” she answered truthfully and scoffed at her own situation.

“You can crash at my hotel room if you’d like. I’ve got something else i need to do anyway.” he offered in such a detached manner, she swore there was no way he was cash strapped. She was dumbfounded at his indifference to monetary commodities. “Are you serious?”

She was sure he had to have ulterior motives to his generosity but to be perfectly candid, she crossed her fingers that that would be the case. “Just follow me.”

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The walk there was dreadful. The hairs on the exposed skin of her legs stood. Her bare pussy was freezing due to the midnight breeze whooshing between her legs. All this coupled with the fact that the man trekking beside her made her imagination run wild. She fantasised that he’d just bend her over one of the many abandoned benches they passed by and fuck her right then and there. Oh how she’d take him so well.

Because his strides were longer, she lagged behind him. While trying to keep up with his pace she unintentionally yelped as the keychain she had been fiddling with dropped on the muddy ground. This caught the man’s attention.

As she turned heel and bent over to pick it up, he noticed that her exposed cunt, perfectly framed by her plush ass, glistened under the street lights. His breath hitched and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed saliva. His cock grew in his regular-fit dress pants, forming a bulge. The fantasies had now been shouldered by the both of them, no longer just the girl.

He mentally berated himself because there was no way he could hide his erection now that he had given her his jacket. Thankfully, the hotel was within eyeshot and it wouldn’t be long before he could take care of his desires, solo, or so he thought.

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Ding!

The sound of the elevator halting infront of them echoed off the walls of the desolate hotel lobby. “i just need to grab a couple of things and use the bathroom. You can have the room to yourself.” he stated, his eyes failing to meet hers. He was ashamed in his self for getting off on someone much younger than him.

She nodded and hummed in response, quietly wishing that he’d stay. And

…4..5..6…

the numbers flashed in red increased agonisingly slowly. Both of them kept their eyes glued to the floor hoping to avoid any and all things uncomfortable but to no avail as that’s when it happened.

Drip.

The the surface tension of the sweet juices that pooled between her legs could no longer hold the liquid in place. Her eyes widened in horror, fully aware that he was fully aware of the situation.

Fuck! What the fuck? No because what the fuck does one even do in this situation?

And that’s when she noticed it, the protrusion in his slacks. He traced her line of sight to his crotch and connected the dots.

As if on command, the elevator doors open. They look at the doors then at each other. “You know maybe i’ll just go back down, you can have the room.” he pressed the open button signalling for her to exit. His other hand scratching the back of his head and his body language was a scrambled mess.

“No.” she grabs his tie and pulls him out of the elevator then pushes herself against the wall opposite the shutting lift doors. “Because if you leave you won’t be able to enjoy this.” she smooths her hand over his clothe erection and palms it, earning a low grunt from him.

“Fucking hell you needy girl.”

He picks her up, bridal style, causing her to giggle slightly as he makes his way to his hotel room. The door unlocks as he scans the keycard already in his hands and he pushes it open with his back.

He gently throws her on the unmade bed and begins unbuckling his belt. And then it dawned on him. He didn’t have a condom. He threw his head back in defeat.

She, who was unbuttoning her own shirt realised his halt and frustrated grunt.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom on me.” he grumbled simultaneously redoing his belt. She sat up and crawled towards the edge of the bed and pushed his hands out the way.

“So?” she said, gazing at him with wide, doe eyed innocence, her gaze peeking out from beneath her furrowed brows.

His cock twitched at her words. “oh fuck, okay baby, as long as you’re alright with it.” her left hand sensually pulled his belt out of his belt loops while her right hand unbuttoned his slacks. His pants pooled around his legs as she hooked her finger on the elastic of his underwear, carefully stripping it down to reveal his rock hard dick that sprung up touching the man’s toned abs upon its release. Her eyes fixed hungrily at the sight bestowed upon her. She bit her lips admiring how lengthy and thick his cock was and hummed audibly, unable to contain her excitement for him to fill her up. She squeezed her legs together providing minimum relief to her immense need.

She lowers her mouth to his crotch and licked her lips. He gazed down at her lustfully but adoringly “squeeze my legs if it gets too much, okay baby?” she nodded and proceeded to lick the pre-cum off his tip before fully inserting the length of his member into her mouth. She skillfully bobbed her head back and fourth, slowly easing his dick into the back of her throat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it ever so slightly, providing her with the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. She moaned into his dick as tears welled up in the side of her eyes. The vibration from her noises nearly sent him over the edge. He pulled back and out of her mouth “okay baby, it’s your turn.”

She her lips curled into a genuine smile as she reversed towards the headboard. He quickly removed his shirt and made his way towards her. Her giggles of excitement couldn’t be contained. He smashed his lips into hers, adeptly unclasping her bra and throwing it across the room. Their kiss broke when he pulled her skirt over her head but quickly reconnected as his chilly hands traced down to her nipples, caressing them gently before drawing a line down to her pulsing heat. “oh fuck baby, you’re even wetter than i imagined.” he groaned into her lips as he rubbed his tip along her folds.

“Fuck. Please sir, i need you in me right now.” she screamed. A smug smirk tugged at his lips.

“It’s sang-woo.” he moaned breathily before immediately thrusting his cock hard into her entrance. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. The sheer size of it made it hurt like a bitch initially, but the pain soon turned into pleasure. His dick felt much better than her petite fingers. This was the first time something other than her fingers penetrated her core and it sent her over the moon.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! That feel so good, oh!” her voice reached a pitch she herself wasn’t familiar with. Each word came out unstable, revolving around how deep he would thrust in the moment of articulation.

Both his hands were pinned on the firm mattress on both sides of her head, encapsulating her in his cage. Her velvet walls clenched around his dick. His thrusts were so deep, his balls flattened against her labia. Her breast moved in sync with each of his thrusts. The sight of her below him drove him insane. He couldn’t remember the last time he had good, passionate sex like this. He started to notice her features and how beautiful they looked with his shadow casted on her. The expression on her face was priceless, a sight that motivated him to fill her up with his seed.

“You want me to release into you so bad, huh baby girl? Want me to fill your hole up?”

“mmmh! Please yes, i’m gonna cum!” she really was, the knot in her stomach was growing bigger and bigger and was damn near unraveling itself. She dug her nails into his lean back, leaving crescent shaped marks. The sting motivated him to increase his pace, exponentially.

Not long after, she reached a high she had never, even in her wildest hormone driven fantasies, dreamed of reaching. Genuine tears of pleasure and pure bliss rolled down her temples. Her sweet juices gushed out of her already drenched cunt all over him, causing his dick and v-line to become one big sticky mess. Each push into her forced more liquid out.

“sang-woo!” she practically whimpered. His eyes shut at the the sound of his name rolling off her sweet tongue. It was exactly the final push he needed for his ribbons of semen to be unleashed into her. He threw is head back and grunted lowly. The last few thrust were heavenly for the both of them, her riding out her high and him reaching his. Pleasure coursed through both of their bodies, from their legs to their brain. As his thrust began to slow, their gazes met. They were ecstatic. It felt as though in that moment, they were the only two people in the world. Just him, and her. Or rather, him in her. All the noisy distractions from the world drowned out into unimportant background noise. Who knew such a horrifying, sick game could lead to such a beautiful union. He pulled out her, their combined juices leaking out of her and coating him. He tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. He proceeded to use two of his fingers and scooped their fluids from her heat, forcing them into her mouth. She licked his fingers clean and hummed contently.

This was undoubtedly a far better choice than ending his own life.

a/n: hihi, i’m vic, this is my first ever fic (harhar that rhymes) i hope you enjoyed this filthyyyy little oneshot:)) to be honest, i wrote the beginning months ago and haven’t had the motivation to continue it till now. sooo if you notice a difference in the writing in the earlier parts uhh no you didn’t loll

anywayyy if you did enjoy it i would greatly appreciate a reblog or any other kind of support ❤️ also do feel free to give any feedback or suggestions you may have!

the english used in here may also not be superb and there is undoubtedly a fair few mistakes. i’m hoping to improve my english through writing as it is not my first language.

have a wonderful day!

- love vic✌️

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