#I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY IM JUST GURGLING BLOOD

[dunmeshi-darlings]

this might be a really like niche thing if you are doing requests of course but what about a tiger beastman reader with marcille it can be sfw or nsfw either or its all good!

Nobody knew you were a beastkin at first, it was something you held in secret. After all, Beastmen are viewed in not the most pleasant of lights. When the party had seen your tiger tail they had assumed you were a beastkin like izutsumi, which you quickly said was the case. You weren't ready to tell them the truth yet, yes they treated izutsumi perfectly fine it was just...you were scared, beast man are viewed as either criminals that were punished or dangerous people that did this to themselves. you were planning on telling them just...just when you thought the time was right.

However that decision was made for you one day, The group had been travelling and had been ambushed by a particularly fierce monster. You all were fighting it as best you could but you watched it knock laios aside and charge Marcille. You knew you had to do something, you couldnt let her die...you couldnt let her get hurt. she had been so kind to you since you joined, always willing to help when you needed it. Talking to you about magic and how she could tell you had potential with magic she could feel it (she could sense the beastman magic but didnt realize it). You couldnt let anything happen to her.

You sprinted at the charging monster as you began to take your form, Bones shifting and popping into place, skin stretching and pulsing as it shifted, Your jaw extending as your teeth grew and pushed forward into fangs, nails extending into long sharp claws. Everyone's eyes were on the monster so nobody saw you at first, too focused on the monster that was about to attack marcille. However their attention was immediately drawn when a deep guttural roar rang out through the dungeon as a large figure slammed into the side of the monster which was only a mere few feet from marcille. The monster and this new being thrown to the other side of the dungeons room from the sheer force of this mystery attackers launch.

The fight may have only lasted a short moment, but that moment was a bloody and visceral one. Swinging claws and gnashing teeth, Blood, fur, scales, and viscera splattered in every direction around this violent brawl. Eventually the mysterious figure flipped the monster onto its back and sank its massive fangs into the monsters throat, it let out gurgling hisses as it tried to fight back, but the figure bit down harder and a muffled cracking was heard. The monster continued to fight even though the party could see it was slowing down its movements, however the figure gave on hard yank of its head and a loud snapping was heard and the monster fell limp in this beings jaws. It shook its head a few more times, smaller cracking noises resounded as it made sure its target was killed before it slowly let go of its throat and stood up, staring at the party who looked on in shock.

Standing before the rest of Laios party, Its muzzle dripping blood and scraps of flesh stood a massive humanoid tiger. Its Muscles rippling under its dense orange fur, twitching every few seconds, Like springs ready to launch this behemoth of claws and fur at its next target. But the being simply wiped the blood off its mouth as it began to speak. "i....im sorry...i wanted to tell you all...i promise i did..i just...i didnt know when it would be right." You spoke, slowly shifting back into your normal form as you prepared yourself for the worst. you expected them to berate you and be upset that you hid this from them and say they dont want you around. But it was izutsumi who spoke up first. "i knew you smelled like a cat." Catching you and everyone off guard as they couldnt help but chuckled.

Laios was perhaps the most excited of them all, He had stars in his eyes as he asked you question after question about your tiger form, asking how you got it and what its like. Chilchuck simply shrugged and said he didnt blame you for not talking about it, that it was a private matter and how he isnt the most forthcoming person either. Senshi scratched his chin, making comments about needing to adjust your portions of food since you have a much bulkier frame you need to keep fed hidden away. However it was marcilles reaction that had you the most curious, she had a blush on her face as she thanked you for saving her and she looked almost...nervous?

You tell her that its ok, that you couldnt just sit by and let her get hurt or worse. And that even if you got kicked out of the party, you had to make sure she was ok. This caused the elf to blush more, the tips of her pointy ears a crimson hue as they wiggled, her awkwardly giggling and saying thanks again. Of course she quickly shouted about your injuries, Sure your thick fur protected from alot of the attacks but some of them definitely got through and it was only now you were starting to feel the stings of various gouges and bite marks.

Marcille began tending to your wounds, using her magic to heal your wounds and make sure you were ok. Normally her healing magic, while fast, hurts almost as much as the wounds. But she was being particularly gentle this time, using the magic slowly and it felt almost like healing magic from the gnome school of magic. You asked her why she was doing it this way and another blush crossed her face, she smiled softly "well...i dont want to see you hurt either..so im taking my time with this and making sure it doesnt hurt to much...i just....ive been thinking about you lately, and especially after what you did earlier...risking yourself and exposing your identity like that to protect me...you mean alot to me." She says taking one of her hands and placing it softly onto your cheek, using her magic to heal a cut that had crossed your cheek all the way back to your ear. You felt the wound heal quickly as it was a shallow cut...but she didnt move her hand, it sat there for awhile. It felt like she didnt want to move her hand away, like she was treasuring this moment. And so you took a breath and put your hand over hers, tilting your head into her hand. Commenting how she means alot to you as well. The two of you staring lovingly into each others eyes for a moment before chilchucks voice quickly makes you two separate.

As night fell you began to settle in, making your cot as you got ready for sleep. However you stopped when marcille walked up with her pillow. "hey, do you mind if i sleep with you tonight?" she asked softly, a grin across her face as you grinned back and motioned for her to nestle in as she did so. You wrapped your arms around the elf woman and pulled her into a soft hug, she hummed softly and happily in your arms as you two lay together. "you know how chilchuck feels about in party relationships." you say jokingly causing the elf woman to roll her eyes. "oh that grump can deal with it, besides. Ill just say im sleeping here to make sure your wounds have healed properly thats all." She says with a wink, the two of you smiling as you nestled in for the night. Perhaps you could get used to this whole, being open and honest thing.

[chrsitophwaltz]

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[iyumeu]

spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

[olivyh]

Overblot angst hcs bc I’m stressed from national exams

ALSO MUCH OF THIS HAS BEEN DISPROVED BY CANON, ITS JUST SOME SPINOFF HEADCANNONS THAT I THOUGHT WOULD MAKE SENSE

also feel free to add stuff if you’d like!!! i love reading other people’s theories!!!!!!!!!

ANOTHER THING BEFORE WE GET STARTED!!: If anyone wants to write a fic based off this pls do im begging im desperate for some good angst

TW: This gets vv dark at times, going in depth abt acidity and just general bodily harm type stuff, also some psych horror towards the end

-It causes a short circuit of sorts whenever the victim tries to use their magic, whether it ends up in the magic coming out as too much, or not at all

-They can’t control anything, even the most basic of spells can go haywire in a second. their magic has been thrown off balance, trying to go back to the fine line it was balanced upon, the fine line that was built on years and years of experience, growth, and practice, but that line was sliced the moment they overblotted

-Now, they’re lucky if they’re ever able to perform an elementary spell again, let alone their UM

-Their magic also causes physical pain to use after a while

-Speaking of pain, the victim will be incredibly sore if lucky, if unlucky it can result in torn muscles and broken bones from the transformation process

-The amount of mental distress can also cause intense headaches afterwards, resulting in the person potentially losing their hearing or sight for moments at a time

-The blot is still accumulated within the body, but it’s being rejected. Due to this, the person will occasionally cough up a mixture of blood and blot. Immediately afterwards, this effect will be more violent and come in the form of throwing up the blot

-it will also leak out of their bodies at every opportunity, coming out of eyes, ears, noses, etc until the blot is at a normal level

-this is including even when they dont want to, such as crying

-this can also cause temporary blindness due to the volatile nature of blot

-If you wanna take it a step further, lets say that the blot would burn the victim inside and out (a prime example of this will be vil’s, due to the poisonous and acidic nature that his blot has shown). This could cause incredibly painful rashes and internal scarring, similar to ulcers, due to the blot eating away at their bodies. The situation is bad if it’s in their stomach or lungs, but heaven forbid it ends up in their bloodstream somehow

-Or even worse, in their brains

-Imagine it eats away at parts they need. Their memories? Their abilities to read, write, speak? Their senses? The part of their brain that controls parts of their limbs? If it gets into their brain, and they lose those parts of them, what could they do?

-Furthermore, I think that immediately afterwards they could not physically get up. They’d be in a concussed, coma-like state

-Not to mention the ‘monsters’ that form behind them. We know that in Chap 6 it goes a little bit into what they really are, but do those monsters ever go away? -They physically might, but their essence is within the blot. and the magic user is stuck with the blot for as long as they have magic

-the ob victim could hear the monster’s growling, its gurgling, a roar at any given moment. but can anyone else hear it? not at all. is it all in their head, or is the monster a part of them now?

-they could also experience a lack of emotional control afterwards due to the amount of energy going into the overblot, leading to intense mood swings and meltdowns in the months after an overblot

-this can also be present in their abilities to stay awake, with their energy being constantly sapped in trying to control their out-of-control magic as well as their fluctuating emotions

-The physical effects, the mental stress, and the guilt combined, its not surprising to see many post-ob victims driven to insanity

-of course, many of them are kept within the STYX headquarters, trying to rid themselves of the aftermath

-Many can recover, but its a long and grueling process

-even decades afterwards, many great magicians who have experienced an overblot will find themselves going back to that moment, forcing themselves to stop before it consumes them just as it had before

-you may learn to control it, but the monster never goes away

[prey-to-go]

Just curious, has anyone ever accidentally thought Peter was their prey? Like, has anyone that worked for AI ordered from Prey to go and mistakenly took Peter for their prey? If so, how well did that go over for Tony? What was Peter’s reaction? I can just imagine Peter panicking so much that he wouldn’t be able to tell them that he was not their prey.

Oh God- I love this very much))

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Same old routine that Peter had gotta used to. Go to Prey to Go!, get changed, get small, have Devon help him into the car, go to SI.

All that was left was checking into with the receptionist and heading up to Tony. God he was more than eager to see the demon. School had been brutal with Flash teasing him and all he wanted at the moment was to be snugly tucked away.

He was halfway to the desk when he was suddenly plucked from the ground, and exhausted sigh coming from above him.

"I mean this in the kindest way possible, I'm glad you're finally here." The exhausted employee grumbles. Peter felt like all the blood drained from his body at that declaration.

He glanced at his watch, his stomach turning when he saw that Tony's name was still there. This employee had the wrong order.

"I ordered two hours ago, guess traffic was bad, ey?" The employee says with a small smile. It didnt do anything to ease Peter's nerves.

The employee wasnt human either, and Peter wasnt sure what they were. They had sharp teeth and glowing eyes, but Peter didnt want to assume to know what they were.

"I-I- sorry-" Peter managed to squeak out, his heart pounding as the employee started to walk the break room with him, his panic only growing.

"Hey don't be, mix ups happen I get it."

Why couldn't he just say it, why couldn't he get out that he wasnt this employee's order?

"I had a little bit of coffee earlier, sorry buddy. It should be gone soon." The door opened to the breakroom Peter's shock finally wearing off. He whined softly pushing at the fingers holding him a loose fist.

The fingers loosened immediately, adjusting so he was held by the back of his uniform. Peter swore he forgot to breathe.

"W-wait- there's- wait!" He squeaks out, panic coursing through his veins as he was lifted over the employee's mouth.

A small hum of confusion came from the being below him, but before they could answer the door slammed open.

"That would be mine, thank you."

Peter was snatched before he could even process what was happening. More so he was being crammed into a mouth.

He let a panicked cry out before he was swallowed, dropping heavily into the stomach. His ears rang as he scrambled to the side of a wall, his heart pounding.

The conversation was muffled but he could catch a few words like "I didnt know." "I'm sorry" and a "shit is he okay?"

Whoever he was in started moving, the stomach gurgling and pressing into him...which was almost comforting.

"Easy little bite, it's just me."

Peter bolted up at the voice, a relieved sob bubbling up in his chest.

It was Tony

He was safe, it was just his dad- just his pred.

He pressed against a stomach wall, whimpering as it pressed into him. Tony was probably rubbing at him. He vaguely heard the demon gently shushing him, but he was crying too hard to properly process what it was.

"I-im sorry- I couldnt..I couldnt tell them that I wasnt their order- I...I'm sorry, I dont know why I couldnt." He says in a rushed whimper.

"Woah. Woah kid, it's alright. You're alright."

Peter sighs shakily, leaning more into the rubbing. Tony wasn't mad at him for not standing up for himself..that..that was good.

"I'm sorry." He says again, his breath hitching slightly. He was okay. He was fine.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for kid." Tony says, his tone soft.

"I've gotcha, you're going to be fine."

[jemej3m]

(mobster/cop au) what did the foxes think Andrews husband would be like before they met Neil? Did they had a bet?

this is…..not what you asked. i went off on a tangent lol, but i aint sorry.

(also i, for some reason, just cannot write good betting scenarios. might be because gambling addictions are p.serious. i know its all in good fun though! so im sorry i couldn’t include it)

*

Getting information about Andrew was like pulling teeth, and this was news to no one. Seeing as Kevin was - probably, maybe, most likely - Andrew’s closest friend at the precinct (other than Renee. And Wymack, possibly), Dan and Matt seemed to look to him after the discovery that Andrew had a husband when they’d all been trapped in that basement. 

“Why would I know anything?” Kevin objected, when they’d approached him. 

“Because Renee won’t give up his secrets and I know you’re as curious as we are,” Matt supplied. 

“Well, I know nothing that y’all don’t already know. Apparently he’s married to a guy. I once overheard him talking on the phone to a Neil. Assuming that Andrew has no social life - which is an easy assumption to make - his husband is Neil.”

“Ooh,” Dan said, wiggling her eyebrows conspiratorially. “Mr Neil Minyard. Anything else?”

Kevin just shrugged. “Nope. Andrew’s a wall. You’ll never get anything more than that.” 

*

Dan crouched down behind the car, breathing heavily. “Fucking hell,” she muttered, as another round of bullets sprayed out. She hated shootouts. At least Matt was safe at the precinct: she’d been doing a patrol with Andrew and Renee when they’d been radioed. 

“Good that it’s a dead area,” Renee insisted, forever a ray of sunshine and goodness. How she and Andrew got along was a conspiracy to be marveled at, but it worked. “We shouldn’t be dealing with any civilian casualties.”

“Hey, coppers!” came a voice. “Fuck off! This ain’t your problem!” More bullets. 

Dan rolled her eyes, then flinched as the car they were all crouched behind was fired at. Andrew grunted, a furrow between his brows. 

“We told you to fuck off - !” the same guy yelled, before he was most definitely shot, making a gurgling noise in lieu of words. 

“Andrew, south east,” Renee called. Andrew got up on his knee and aimed quick: he was one of the sharpest shooters on the squad. Dan heard a female scream “Shit!” as the shooting quietened. 

“Nice shot,” she told the detective. He just grunted. “Right, clear out. Let’s never sign up to patrol this section of town on a Friday night again.” 

“Agreed,” Renee mumbled, holding her gun close. 

It seemed that whoever Andrew had shot got away: a pool of blood without a body remained evident on the path. The other group had abandoned their loud-mouthed friend, who was still writhing on the tar as the ambulance arrived. He’d only been shot in the arm, and it hadn’t hit bone. He’d be fine. 

“Alright,” Dan told her two officers. “How about we sign off?” 

They both grunted in agreement. 

*

It was Tuesday morning, and Andrew’s desk was empty for a second day in a row. Dan folded her arms and stalked towards Wymack’s office to demand that the captain give Minyard a call, but he held up a broad palm as she entered the room.

“Andrew’s cited a family emergency.”

Dan narrowed her eyes. “Sure.”

Wymack simply arched a brow at her. “His husband was shot. If you want to cross-check for me and give him a call, be my guest, Wilds.”

Dan slowly retreated out of the captain’s office. She wasn’t suicidal enough to give Minyard a ring, not under those circumstances. Wymack’s word was definitely good enough. 

She went back to her desk as Matt sidled up beside her, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“No PDA at work,” she complained. 

“Shift’s over,” Matt pointed out, grinning. She rolled her eyes. “What should we get for dinner?”

“Not sure…” Dan trailed off as she watched Renee packing her desk, checking her watch rapidly and hastily slinging her bag over her shoulder. She pattered over to the bullpen’s kitchen and drew out a casserole dish from the freezer, lifting the foil to check its contents. With the dish held against her hip, she checked the freezer closed and made her way to the elevator. 

“Whatcha got there, Renee?” Matt piped up, helping the dish out of Renee’s hands when she’d dropped her phone. It wasn’t often that Renee got flustered: she hastily picked up the mobile and tucked her hair behind her ears. Dan noticed she was wearing lip gloss. 

“Well, since Neil’s been - sick,” she started. 

“Shot,” Matt supplied. Dan glared at him: he shrugged. “What? I read Captain’s lips.”

Renee snorted, taking the dish back now that she was more organised. “I offered to make dinner, and Andrew prefers punctuality. I just hope that Neil likes it: I’ve never made this quiche before.” she worried, quietly. “Andrew said he hates vegetables but will put up with them when they’re hidden away. And hopefully Allison will eat eggs, and cheese.”

“Allison?” Dan inquired. 

“Neil’s best friend,” Renee said, still distracted as she looked for her car keys. “Oh, heavens, I’m so late.” 

“Go,” Dan insisted. Renee smiled gratefully. “Tell Andrew we say hello.” She nodded and jogged towards the exit.

“And tell Neil to get shot less!” Matt added, unhelpfully. “I won’t keep doing his paperwork!” 

Dan laughed and leaned into her husband’s shoulder. She looked up at him, her chin brushing the crook of his neck. “Do you think Andrew will ever let us meet him?”

“Not sure,” Matt said. “It would probably completely ruin his cred as a stoic asshole. He’s probably a massive sap at heart.”

Dan smiled into the collar of Matt’s shirt. “Never put Andrew Minyard and sap in the same sentence again, babe.” 

Matt just laughed and looped a hand around her waist. 

*

“So,” Matt said, leaning against the edge of Minyard’s table. “How was your week off?”

“Great,” Minyard said flatly. “Go away.”

Matt ignored him and sat in the victim’s chair, leaning his chin on his hand. “You know, I’m pretty sure you and your husband have been married longer than Dan and I have. Do you have any anniversary suggestions?”

“Get a divorce,” Minyard grunted, looking at his report.

Matt grinned. “Don’t be like that. What did you and Neil do last time?”

“Nothing,” Minyard mumbled. Matt noticed his cheeks going red and rose up his eyebrows. Minyard noticed his look and scowled. “It was our anniversary this week and he was bedridden. Quit looking at me like that, Boyd.” 

“A January wedding,” Matt cooed. “Did you take photos in the snow?” 

“I will castrate you.” 

“Cool,” Matt said, airily. “Well, happy anniversary, Andrew. Tell Neil we said hi.”

“I won’t,” Andrew insisted. “Get lost.” 

Matt snorted and did as he was told. He’d intended to say hi to Renee, but she was over at Dan’s desk, so he sauntered over with his thumbs hooked into his pockets. 

“Hey, Renee,” he said, grinning. His fellow detective and his sergeant raised their eyebrows at him. “I’ve been thinking,” 

“You should be working,” his wife reminded him. 

“Andrew just had his anniversary, right? But they couldn’t do anything because Neil’s been bedridden. We should all pitch in for a gift. Maybe a weekend away?”

“That’s a lovely idea, Matt,” Renee said, grinning. 

“How the hell did you get that information out of him?” Dan said, incredulous. 

“I’ll email you some ideas: you know the two of them, best.” Matt rubbed his hands together. 

“Preferably not New York, not somewhere warm, or somewhere with lots of people,” Renee advised. “Neil is apparently forever antagonistic and it drives Andrew up the wall.”

“Sexy up the wall or angry up the wall? I don’t think we should be encouraging strenuous activity when Neil’s been recovering from a bullet wound.” Renee just laughed, neither confirming nor denying Matt’s inquired. She bid both of them good day and went back to her desk, ignoring Minyard’s inquisitive looks. 

“Why are you doing this?” Dan murmured. 

Matt shrugged. “Dunno. I feel like he deserves it.” 

Dan smiled at him. “Alright.” 

*

Kevin, Renee, Matt and Dan were all sitting in the breakroom. Andrew stormed in, bright and cheery as ever. It was a blissful Tuesday morning, sleet pelting down and temperatures well below freezing: As Andrew tugged off his scarf, revealing a wind-pinked nose and a fair amount of love bites just above his collar, he chucked a tin onto the table. 

“Who’s idea was it?” Andrew accused. 

Kevin watched Matt grin, looking up at Andrew. They were almost the same height even with Matt sitting down. “How were the mountains?” 

“Very pleasant,” Andrew muttered, peeved. “Neil baked those as thanks. I hope he poisoned them. You’re all the worst.” After a moment, and a reprimanding glance from Renee, he mumbled out a quiet “Thank you.”  and just as quickly as he’d come in, he turned to leave. He must have caught his reflection in the window, because he hastily tugged the scarf back around his neck, cheeks turned pink. 

Kevin huffed, looking to his colleagues. “Are you satisfied enough, now? I, for one, now know way more about him than I ever wanted to.” 

The Boyd-Wildses opposite him just grinned. 

*

ehheeheewill i ever post the renison + wedding thing? hopefully yes - if i dont run out of steam first. almost 2/3s of the way through my rbb and its taking longer than i thought!!!! also moving out of state, so a lot is happening rn and if that means i neglect ur asks and prompts i am very sorry!!!! 

[shhh-no-ones-home]

dinner and a gun show din djarin x reader

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christmas request info can be found here

"In the heat of the moment, whether this is in the fight, chase, or the characters are under gunfire; they escape and get cover. However not all is well then Character A turns around to see Character B leaning heavily against a wall, clutching at their side. Character B slowly looks up  and shows a blood covered hand  before saying, "So, slight problem" before collapsing to the floor."

Song: upside down by set it off

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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when we landed on this planet we didnt expect to find what we did. imperial troops were practically crawling through town like rats which only meant trouble. as we walked down the street din kept his hand at my back, the other against his gun holster and a watchful eye on the locals. i was just as on edge, fingers gripped tightly to my blaster as we entered the cantina, ducking past more soldiers in white.  

we both looked around for a second before choosing a table in the back, sitting and watching those around us intently. when the small woman approached us i could see him draw his weapon under the table. she wasnt a threat though, not like the troopers were, who guarded all the doors and entrances.

"ah, some new faces. refreshing."

she said with a smile and i titled my head, trying to figure her out.

"what can i get you two?"

i looked to din for a second then back to her.

"three entrees of tip-yip and rice, but we wont be staying to eat."

she eyed din before nodding.

"ill be right back."

i watched as din looked around the bar again.

"something is wrong."

he said, shifting in his seat. i looked to the troopers at the door, noticing them talking amongst each other as well as into their coms. i frowned.

"we need to get out of here as soon as possible."

i said, moving to stand. i halted when the woman came back, three leaf wrapped pouches tied together being placed onto the table top. we looked at each other like we'd both been caught with our hands in a sweets pot.

"thank you."

din said, sliding the large silver coins her direction. she nodded once, sliding them off the edge of the table and leaving.

"come on, im sure he's hungry."

i said, grabbing the pouches by the string and holding them to me. he holstered his blaster and stood up too, his hand making its way back to my lower back as we left, ducking past the troopers. as we walked through town i was getting more antsy, noticing more troopers talking on their coms and looking at us.

"do you think they know?"

i said quietly, not looking to din behind me.

"i dont know."

he said but i knew he was lying.

"should we run?"

i asked. we were so close to the edge of town. we just had to get through the trees to the clearing we had landed the razorcrest in.

"no, we dont want to tip them off."

i looked over as a few boarded speeders.

"you dont think their tipped off already?"

i said, nodding their way.

"yeah, youre right."

he said in defeat, drawing his blaster as we reached the gate.

"you ready?"

he asked, making his way to  my side and i nodded, grabbing my own blaster from my hip.

"hey!"

i heard from behind us, turning to see the trooper with his large blaster pointed to us.

"where is the child?"

he asked and i looked to mando before we both took off. as we ran there were blasts all around us, setting red rings through trees and singing edges of the tall grass.

"shit."

he grumbled as we ran. it wasnt far, but it was far enough.

"i would just like to go on record and say that this was your idea."

i said, holding the package closer to my body, shooting wildly behind me as we ran. din did the same, trying to keep pace beside me.

"if we make it out alive ill honor that claim."

he said, breathing heavily through his mask as we blasted again and again.

"good."

i said through a huff, truing to look at them on their speeders starting to gain on us. when i turned back around i could see the ship just ahead. i closed my eyes for a second, trying to inhale the warm air, not wanting it to be my last. when i opened them mando wasnt beside me anymore. i looked back as he lagged a little behind.

"keep up mando!"

i yelled, turning back to shoot at the perpetrators.

"i am."

he grumbled, firing back too.

"how did they even know it was us?"

i complained, turning forward again, trying to pick up the pace.

"someone must've tipped them off at the fueling station on the last planet. we arent exactly inconspicuous, even without the child."

he paused for a breath.

"you didnt tell anyone we were coming here did you?"

he accused, the two of us bobbing and weaving between the trees now as we got closer. i rolled my eyes.

"of course i didnt, im not an idiot. we have a child to keep safe after all."

i said, sliding behind a tree and using it as a shield to fire at the troopers and also so i could take a break from running. as i blasted i noticed him looking back.

"we have to get back to the razorcrest."

he said annoyed, turning and shooting at them too. i nodded in understanding before tossing him the food and taking off.

"cover me!"

i yelled, pulling my other blaster off my thigh, taking a few of them down. he shot after them, getting past me as we got closer and closer. when i turned to see how close, i noticed the child was standing there staring at us as the hatch opened. i could hear his little noises from where i was, even with the sound of gun fire. i inhaled deeply as i backed my way into the hull of the ship, closing the door behind me as din took off up the ladder. i stood there, gasping for a second, as the ship lifted off the ground. i was trying desperately to catch my breath. the baby stared up at me for a second and i almost laughed.

"youll eat good at least."

i said, off hand, hearing him babble at me.

"mando!"

i called as we entered hyper space. i watched as he descended back down the ladder, putting the pouches on the table. when he looked at me he paused.

"what? whats wrong?"

he asked, looking between me and the baby.

"we have a problem."

i said, pulling my hand away from my side. i was gushing blood, a projectile now stuck into my side.

"shit."

was all i heard before everything went black.

°°°°°°°°°

i faded in and out, barely blinking my eyes open as i laid there, the babys head just in the edge of my vision. i felt a quick sting before remembering what happened. my whole body hurt. i groaned.

"easy."

i heard din say before feeling pressure against my side. i winced in pain, closing my eyes tightly.

"get off."

i said, swatting at his hand as my head bobbed from side to side.

"youre not patched up yet."

he said, still working against my exposed torso.

"what happened?"

i said, my hands covering my eyes and rubbing them lightly.

"you were shot. with a tracker no less."

he said. i felt a sharp pain in my side, jolting me upright as he pulled it the rest of the way out of me, the barbs catching every muscle strand as it left my body.

"what in the force are you doing?!"

i yelled, holding my breath and falling back down against the floor, my hand moving to the hole in my side as i ground my teeth.

"we have to get rid of this or they'll find us anywhere in the galaxy."

he said as i stared at the ceiling. my breathing was heavy and uneven as he destroyed the beacon.

"move."

he demanded, shifting my hand back to the ground beside me. i closed my eyes again as he sprayed a liquid into my side. it was silent for a second and i was almost sure id died.

"i got this off a droid believe it or not."

he said lowly, taking my gaze from the ceiling. i sent him a raised brow but finally smiled.

"no more prejudices?"

i asked, watching his head shift. part of me hoped he found that humorous, but probably not.

"im working on it. but i got this bacta spray from one and so far its working in our favor."

i nodded slowly, looking back to the ceiling.

"it will take a few hours to heal, but hopefully it works."

then i felt the baby tugging at my hair, finally realizing it was him that was there and taking my attention. he cooed at me and i reached up to stroke his ear gently.

"hey kiddo."

i said and he leaned forward, wrapping his little arms around my head in a hug.

"mando,"

i said softly, feeling my eyelids heavy again.

"do you think we could take a day off? just one? thats all i ask."

i said with a sleepy smile and hearing him laugh, falling back against the wall as he moved to sit.

"probably not y/n."

i nodded, the baby standing back upright and moving around me to get to din.

"okay, just checking."

i ran my hand slowly up my stomach, hearing it gurgle.

"so..."

i said, looking to mando.

"did any of that tip-yip survive?"

i asked and he laughed, shaking his head before standing up and disappearing out of my field of view.

"always thinking about food, even on your death bed."

he said in a joking tone, walking back over to me and setting the unopened pouch beside me. i half rolled onto my unharmed side with a groan, looking up to him with a smile.

"at least you know where my priorities lie."

[rvnjun]

should've known | lee jeno

genre: super power au! angst  warnings: graphic death scene, blood, and obvi death a/n: im proud of this one but it made me want to go back and rewrite parts of haechan and jaemins fic :\

The Dream Team M.List

jeno wasn't born with his powers which caused he a lot of damage

he had to learn to adapt to life with them, had to suffer the unexpected consequences of suddenly having powers 

12 years old, his parents were cooking dinner while he played video games

it was a new game so he was still in the midst of creating his character and choosing his weapon 

luckily he had his homework done so he had extra time to decide and play

unluckily he was planning them at the wrong time

a lab was doing experiments on a person with creation powers nearby

the lab surged with power, sending waves of electricity straight to jenos game

his body jolted and erupted with electric shock, the weapons on the game manifesting themselves into his head 

screaming in pain weapons began to spread around the room, all the weapons on his game taking form in real life

his parents were so scared, they rushed him to the hospital, weapons piling in the car

he was treated for electrical burns and introduced to a power therapist who he would end up spending most of his days with 

they didnt want jeno, they didnt want a freak of a son

the power therapist took care of him and made him feel semi normal

he had to transfer schools because he got kicked out of his old one

as unfair as it seemed, they had a right to kick him out

unable to fully control his powers still he was constantly making weapons appear at random times

which put the kids and teachers around him in danger

he spent a few months which his power specialist working on school work

before he finally had his powers under control to the point he could choose when to summon a weapon

and that moment was when his power specialist changed his life once more

he sat him down and looked jeno in the eyes “Jeno you have a gift, not many people have the ability to do what you can do. now what you choose to do with it is up to you. in the meantime i know some kids I think you'd get along with well.”

haechan and jaemin, two other kids with powers 

they were funny and talkative, he got along with them easily

and most importantly, they never judged him for his powers

they thought they were amazing

jeno had always seen his powers as a curse, his own parents never looked at him the same 

but the specialist, haechan, and jamein all had the same look in their eyes

awe and curiosity

the three of them were close friends when they met renjun, a feisty chinese transfer student with drawing manifestation powers 

together the 4 of them started a team

despite how much his powers scared him, hearing the way haechan and renjun talked made him want to

besides, he knew that if something went wrong and they ended up urt, theyd always have jaemin there with his bright smile 

joining their future super team were chenle and jisung, both introduced to them by the power specialist 

together they formed The Dream Team

a super powered team of seemingly ordinary teenagers who did their best to stop crime and unlike most villains, use their powers for good

all they wanted was to help others and give the gifted a good name again

jeno felt like the past years of his life were a rollercoaster, full of so many ups and downs 

he was finally happy thanks to The Dream Team

for the first time in years he felt normal thanks to his friends

after years of pain jeno deserved it

that's when he met you and his life got even better

y/n l/n, another gifted 

jeno met you after a fight, The Dream Team was hugging each other on their job well done when you approached 

you'd been watching them the whole time without them knowing

curious by what they were doing and their powers you used your own to spy

if someone asked jeno what his first impression of you was it wouldn't be hard, he’d tell them that your powers suited you 

you were awkwardly, fumbling over your words as you tried to speak to them

it was hard for you to explain what you were trying to

after nearly 10 minutes of you trying to talk and haechan complaining you finally spit it out 

“i was watching you guys and i want to help you. now my powers might seem very useless to you guys but if you really think about it, i could be very helpful. i could make a great distraction!”

jeno wanted you to join right away but he knew the others wouldn't agree

haechan looked at everyone and spoke up “ well a) we don't even know what your powers are and b) this team kinda consists of friends and you dear person are a stranger who is nameless im assuming as you didn't even tell us your name,,if you have one ”

you immediately looked away at his words before stomping your foot on the ground and pouting 

“MY NAME IS Y/N L/N AND I CAN TURN INVISIBLE!” you yelled at the top of your lung startling everyone

obviously you went invisible and jeno freaked out

“no wait y/n don't go! we won't let you join right away but you can hang out with us to see how things go!” he hollard earning him looks from his friends

they could tell why jeno was so eager for you to join, the fool had fallen in love by simply staring at you 

the rest was history

you joined The Dream Team as their manager/assistant type of person, soon after you and jeno started dating, and of course you became friends with them all

jeno loved you, you were always there for him and putting a smile on his face

you both got shy from affection so you never did any in front of the boys but that didn't stop them from teasing you nonetheless

almost everyday you and jeno went to a cafe for drinks

“would you rather have your current powers or haechans power?”

youd ask making jeno laugh “i think id rather have mine because if I had haechans powers,,i might not have met my friends or most importantly,,you”

jeno and you were in love, both having rough pasts where neither of you were born with your powers and a freak accident caused them, and both of your parents abandoned you and you moved in with a close friend

which only made you guys closer

one of the things jeno loved about you the most was how caring you were during a fight, especially the particularly bad ones

like the time jenos nose was broken after getting smashed in the face with a cat figurine 

you pouted and told jeno you wished you were jaemin and could heal him with your smile

which caused jaemin to jokingly yell at you saying that healing smile was his thing and you needed to get your own brand 

today was one of those bad fights

the boys went in to fight what at first was only one villain but that one villain had a team they didn't know about

the boys were almost all separated 

renjun was drawing as fast as he could, his creations starting to look more and more like a 5 yr old drew them

the weather was close to a hurricane thanks to haechan 

jaemin was freaking out and smiling like a psychopath , without knowing who he was if you saw him you'd think he escaped from an insane asylum 

chenle and jisung were together, about to pass out from using so much power

it was going bad but it got even worse when jeno got separated from the rest

trapped in a room with one of the bad guys he felt his panic arrise 

‘i dont have time for this,’ he thought, images of his friends struggling flashing in his head

the guy lunged forward and hit jeno with a good blow, blood splattering on the wall

jeno felt his panic be replaced with anger

he was practically shaking from his irritated he was

“i know about you and your team, i know who you really are. you're a bunch of highschool kids, did you really think you could beat us?” the asshole spoke 

jeno stared up at him as he added one “i know you're dating that freaky bitch that goes invisible to distract us.”

the smirk on the guys face made jeno feel disgusted

hearing the words he spoke not only about his friends but you sent him over the edge

you were the guys that saved jeno

“where is that bitch anyway? arent they normally he-” he didn't get to finish his sentence

swords appeared in the air, piercing through the air at rapid speed

the man was stabbed multiple times

he gurgled up his own blood, coughing in pain as he fell onto the floor

“fucking bitch,” he said while clutching his chest in pain

jeno was about to leave when he heard a horrible sound

“je,,,jeno,” a disturbed sweet honey-like voice coughed out 

his stomach dropped and his heart felt heavy 

“y,,,y/n?” he turned around, tears already pouring down his face

your ribs had been broken like twigs, gashes oozed with that desparible red liquid, your mouth was hanging slightly open as more of the liquid steadily poured out

your face began to pale, your eyes already looked lifeless

falling against the wall you slid down, a trail of blood being left behind from where your back was placed

“I just wanted to help,” your voice was barely above a whisper, you sounded so broken

“y/n!!” jeno screamed almost as loud as chenle 

running to you his knee betrayed him and gave out inches form your body

“oh my god,,what have i done,” he involuntarily sobbed, body shaking from screams 

warm tears flowed down his cheeks like a waterfall, leaving behind a wet trail of despair 

“no no no,,oh my god,, JAEMIN!!!!” he screamed for his friend to come save you

if you saw his smile, if you saw Jaemin you would be fine like it never happened

only a few seconds had passed but jeno was screaming out begging for jaemin to hear him and come

getting closer to your body, jeno wrapped his arms around and held you

not caring about the copious amounts of blood covering his clothes

“you'll be okay y/n, jaemin is gonna save you,” he didn't sound sure, it was as if he was convincing himself instead of you

you never spoke or moved, all you did was stare at jeno

rising slowly, you painfully and involuntarily took in more breaths

your lungs, it felt as if they were being ripped apart from the inside, only filling with more blood 

“i,,i just wanted to help,” you barely managed to get out before your breathing stopped entirely and head falling onto jenos shoulder

his mind, blanked of everything 

every thought, every memory, everything was gone

everything except one thing, you

your image burned in his head

the wind was knocked out of him, his while body felt numb, he couldn't breathe

he knew he was breathing but he kept choking 

the tears blurred his vision as they rapidly fell

he felt so hopeless, he,,he killed you

he should've known you were in the room with him, like you'd ever let him get separated from everyone

you always came to the fights as a backup or distraction

“I should've known,” he cried

jaemin,,he wanted to be mad at him, he wanted to scream and hit him, make him suffer the way you did but he couldn't

jaemin was busy, probably exhausted form smiling and using his powers

the door to the room creaked open

jeno assumed it was his friends, if not it was the villains and that meant everyone except him was dead

“oh my god jeno what happened,” renjun spoke, rushing to jenos side

jisung stared with his mouth hung open, wondering how he never knew this would happen, he gripping tightly on chenles arm

chenle let out a ear piercing yelp as he leaned closer to jisung

haechan stared at your lifeless body, rain starting to pour matching his tears

jaemins heart stopped when he saw the damage, knowing that he could've saved you

“y/n,,y/n,” jaemin cried while smiling at you praying that it would work

the tension in the room only grew as each other second past

 each member of the team morning in their own way for their fallen 

y/n l/n the “nameless’ stranger who approached them with wishes to be one of them, y/n l/n the loveable person who lit up jenos dark world more than is friends ever could, y/n l/n the mysterious invisible member of the dream team who just wanted to help

[moonguilt]

Voltron MMORPG AU: Chapter 3

HERE it is, the final chapter.  It’s pretty much all klance.  Enjoy!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

eventually it comes to a head when lance loses a bet with pidge, who demands that he make his character perform a VERY public, VERY elaborate marriage proposal to keith's character as soon as he logs on

nervous but determined lance, dragging his and keith’s characters out into the middle of a popular in-game city. he is a man of his word after all

“((keith ok dont freak out))”

“((?))”

“((i need u to make ur character say 'no' in a sec ok? dont worry just say no))”

“((....ok?))”

“Keith, light of my life, truest and brightest soul to ever walk these good lands, I cannot wait but a moment longer to reveal the longings of my heart, buried so long out of fear for your reaction.  Many moons have I traveled this world's paths, weathered and uncharted alike, with you at my side, my dearest companion.

“Yet I profess that friendship is only a whisper of the bond I wish to share with you.  It feels as though for an age and more, your love has eluded me, just beyond my grasp.  I have looked upon your divine complexion each morn and thought, 'Curse the light of dawn, for the touch that it lay so brazenly upon those delicate lips!  Oh, would that those ivory cheeks were mine to caress with such tenderness!'  I have drowned within your gaze each evening and thought, 'Curse the night sky above, for the celestial gleam it ignites in your eyes!  My only desire is to be but a single star, to bring so much as a fraction of that sparkle to those orbs of boundless beauty!

“I stand before you now, Keith Kogane—nay, kneel before you now—and open to you the deepest veins of my very being, whose blood knows naught but the fire of my passion for you. With your blessing, I would share with you the warmth of these flames.  With your blessing, I would name you Keeper of my heart, and hope beyond hope that you might name me Keeper of yours.

“Keith Kogane, will you invoke the ancient rite of Heartkeeping with me?”

keith: what.jpg

a crowd has developed around them. many many roleplayers including their friends are now watching

“((its ok bro just say no))”

keith is both very gay and also a little shit who loves to antagonize lance. these two things are a dangerous mix. his character bends down, clasping lance's character's hands in his, and declares:

“Oh, my sweet songbird, how I yearned to hear this tune from your slender throat, which I have overlong ached to taste for but an instant.  Just once, and that would have been enough.  And yet here you present yourself, offering me not a taste, but a lifetime of eternal sustenance in our joined love.  I accept your offer, full knowing that I shall never want for anything else so long as I live.”

“((wtf dude))”

“((oh oops. damn autocorrect))”

“((KEITH))”

the crowd is going WILD. i mean absolutely bonkers

cue lance realizing that it is now EXTREMELY public knowledge that his and keith's characters are engaged. half the damn city knows now and is rushing to congratulate them. people are gossiping about it in the city-wide game chat. he's starting to process keith's response. it's a Lot and he's probably definitely going to kill keith

keith continues being a smug gay baby bastard. his character reaches an arm around the waist of lance's character, pulling him in close as the wellwishers crowd around

lance finally manages to extract them both with loud proclamations of his “pressing urge to ravish this handsome young man in the nearest inn”

as soon as they are out of sight, lance logs off without so much as a goodbye

keith: uhoh.png

starting to think maybe he screwed this up

Gay Panic Time

immediately logging out and calling shiro

“well hello romeo, congratulations on the--”

“SHIROIFUCKEDUPPLEASEHELPOHGOD”

not even 3 minutes later, knock on the door

keith goes dead silent. pretends to not be home

“keith? i know you're in there”

“fuck i gotta go shiro he's here to kill me please tell adam i love him even though i never said it out loud goodbye”

disastrous fumbling with the lock on the door

finally opens. there is lance, looking like a deer in headlights

awkward staring for several seconds

super duper awkward. they are both in their PJs. keith has a toothpaste stain on his shirt. lance is making a weird gurgling noise in the back of his throat

gurgling noise becomes more of a whining noise

whining noise becomes high-pitched frustrated groan

cue lance basically shouting out “PLEASE PLEASE STOP ME IF I'M WRONG” and then—reaching up—clutching keith's collar—leaning up because he stupidly forgot to take the last step up to put himself on equal footing and now it's too late—too fucking late, lance, you made your bed now lie in it—and pressing his lips to keith's for what feels like a year but is barely a second and a half before he pulls away

or, well, he would have, if keith's hands hadn't already been on him, reeling him back in like a riptide before any doubt or regret could the chance to do more than flicker across lance's electrified brain

they want to make out. they Really do. but this is decidedly not a comfortable place for a makeout sesh so they just... stumble in through keith's doorway and kind of fall onto his couch. and just lie there for a while. turns out their brains are both pretty fried after all of this

“so... when do you wanna have the ceremony”

“mm.”

“... keith?”

“mmm.”

“that's not an answer dude”

“MMM.” [with feeling]

“you do wanna have the ceremony still, right? im not misreading things”

“mmmohmygod lance yes, but we can figure it out later. im busy holding my boyfriend right now”

“boyfriend huh?”

“yep.”

“... okay”

the RP does, admittedly, get a lot more fun after that.

for keith and lance, anyway.

maybe not as much for anyone within a five hundred foot radius of their disgustingly in love characters.

THE END.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

All Hell Breaks Loose Part One- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,932

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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You jolted up with a gasped, seeing how it was morning already. You were glad no one killed or tried to kill you in your sleep. You woke up to Jake screaming at you and Sam to wake up. You looked over at Sam to see him jolt awake from the nightmare he probably had.

“Sam! Y/N! Wake up! Ava is missing!” Jake said, his eyes wide. That got you and Sam right up and the three of you rushed outside to go find her.

“Y/N will come with me and Jake, just try and find her.” Sam ordered, splitting from Jake before he had a chance to say anything else. You followed Sam, looking in the other houses and buildings that littered the town.

“She isn’t here.” You said, giving up. There were so many buildings here, you doubted she went this far out.

“Okay, let’s go back.” Sam said, walking back to the barn where he agreed to meet Jake at. As you got closer, you head an ear-splitting scream that came from Ava. It seemed as if she was back at the barn already.

You and Sam rushed to the barn, busting in. You gasped in horror and grabbed at Sam’s arm from what you saw. Ava, crying her eyes out at the fact that Andy was now lying in a pool of his own blood, dead.

“Oh! Sam! I just found him like this!” Ava screamed dramatically, making you narrow your eyes at her.

“What the hell happened?” He demanded.

“I don’t know!” Her voice squeaked up a bit.

“Cut the bullshit act, Ava.” You said with a glare. She glared at you, taking a step towards you.

“Excuse me? Our friend is dead!”

“Friend? Sam, come on. She is being such a drama queen right now. I am an expert on fake crying and that, right there, was an example of this. She did this to Andy! She killed him!” You said, accusing her.

“How dare you think I did this!” Ava yelled at you.

“Come on, Y/N, I don’t think we should blame her.” Sam started to say.

“Sam, you know how good I am when it comes to lying. I know she is lying,” You said, looking at the window sill behind Sam and nodding. You pointed to it and made Sam look. “How else do you explain the break in the salt? Andy wouldn’t do it, not when he was always scared of what was happening.”

“You believe her, Sam?” Ava asked, scoffing.

“You know, she’s right. You’ve been here for five months. You’re the only one with all that time you can’t account for. Plus, that headache you got? Right when the demon got Lily.” Sam said, putting you behind him. Ava went from this scared, overdramatic girl to one who was laughing, wiping the tears from her face.

“I had you two going, though, didn’t I? Yeah, I’ve been here a long time. However, I was never alone. People just kept showing up. Children, like us who came in batches of three or four at a time.” She said with a smile.

“You killed them? All of them?” Sam asked, horrified.

“I’m the undefeated heavyweight champ.” Ava said, proudly.

“Oh, my God.” You muttered. If only looks could kill…

“I don’t think God had much to do with this, Y/N.”

“How could you?” Sam asked, shocked still.

“I had no choice. It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting who we are, Sam. If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain. I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?”

“Control demons.” You said.

“Ah, you’re quick which is good. You aren’t going to make it out of here alive, Y/N. It’s either going to be me, Jake or Sam who will kill you and I can guarantee that.” She raised her hand and you looked behind you to see the cloud of black smoke come through the window again.

Before anything could happen, Jake came up behind Ava and grabbed her head, snapping her neck easily, killing her. The demonic smoke left back out the window, glad not to be controlled anymore. You gasped and watched as he dropped her body like it was nothing.

He looked up and stared at you, the evil glint you saw when you first met him was now back in his eyes.

“Sam, come on.” You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the barn. Jake chuckled and he followed you two, murder in his eyes.

“Jake, whatever you’re thinking, don’t. The demon is gone now. I think we can leave.” Sam said, seeing the look in his eyes. He had eyes for you but he wanted to murder you since it was what he was told to do.

“No, only one of us is making it out of here alive and it’s going to be me. But first, she needs to die. I had a vision of the Yellow-eyed Demon. He told me what needs to be done and I have to follow his orders or I will be the one to die and that isn’t happening.”

“No, Jake, you can’t listen to him. He lies, Y/N isn’t going to die. Neither of us will. We are going to get out here. We can kill that bastard together.” Sam tried to reason with him.

“How do I know you won’t turn on me?” He asked, unsure. You thought it would be best if you kept quiet, afraid of triggering something in him. He was already much stronger than you so it wouldn’t be a fair fight.

“We won’t, Jake.” You said very gently.

“I don’t know that.”

“Okay, look,” Sam said, taking the knife you found earlier and showed Jake, placing it on the ground to show some peace between the three of you. “Just come with us, Jake. Don’t play into his games. You’ll end up dead.”

After a moment or two, Jake nodded and placed his weapon on the ground next to Sam’s. You had a feeling this wasn’t over yet and that feeling proved to be true when Jake punched Sam. Jake, already being super duper strong, sent Sam flying through the air, crashing on the ground.

“Sam!” You yelled, glaring at Jake who was walking to you.

“You’re turn sweetheart. I’ll make it quick because you seem like a nice girl but this has to be done.” He said, getting closer to you. Panic surged through your veins and you didn’t know what to do. The weapons were behind Jake and Sam wasn’t much help right now. He will kill you if he got his hands on you.

You felt yourself panicking even more when he got closer and you shot your hands out to protect yourself. A burst of magic left your hands, hitting Jake right in the stomach, sending him toppling over. You gasped, thinking how you thought only anger or Dean being hurt would make this magic come out. But you guess panic will do the same thing.

Good to know.

You rushed to Sam, sliding on the ground when you got close enough to him. He groaned and looked at you, sitting up.

“Sam, we have to go.” You looked up to see and even more pissed off Jake come storming to you. He realized that he needed to get rid of Sam before he can get to you. You barely got Sam up on his feet when you felt the wind being knocked out of you.

Jake had used half of his strength to push you away from Sam, throwing in a few punches. Sam had enough of this and he punched back, fighting with Jake. You tried to catch your breath and you looked up to see Jake and Sam fighting, Jake winning.

You groaned and forced yourself to get on your feet, looking around until you spotted the weapons on the ground. You looked back at Jake and Sam, knowing Sam could hold his own for a while. You slowly moved to the weapons, keeping an eye on Jake who seemed to be too busy with Sam to even notice you.

You grabbed the iron rod that Jake carried instead of the knife. You didn’t want to kill him, no, just knock him out until you figured out what to do with him. You finally got enough air in your lungs to start running and when Sam looked like he had enough, you raised the rod, striking Jake on the head very hard.

You made sure not to kill him but he did go down, unconscious. You dropped the rod and then that’s when you heard it.

“Y/N! Sam!” You looked up and smiled when you saw Dean and your dad, with flashlights.

“Dean!” You were so glad he was okay. You grabbed Sam’s arm and put it over your shoulder to help him walk since he was weak from the beating he took.

“Dean! Bobby!” Sam said with a weak smile, slowly but surely walking closer to them.

“Sam! Y/N! Look out!” You only had enough time to turn your head to see Jake coming at you with the knife. Your eyes widened and you shoved Sam out of the way so he wouldn’t get hurt. You were going to use your magic but it was too late.

You froze when the blade of the knife sliced through your body, coming out the other end. You gasped and looked down, seeing the bloody tip of the blade that was right through your chest. Jake twisted the knife and you gurgled up blood as he pulled you closer.

“I told you, you weren’t leaving here alive.” He said before taking the blade out and running away.

“No!!!” Dean yelled, making a run for you as you fell to the ground and on your knees. You knew what was going to happen next but you weren’t sure if Dean or even Sam was ready for that. Dean slid to the ground in front of you, seeing how pale you looked.

He grabbed at your shirt, trying to get you to look at him but you could feel your life slipping away. Sam rushed and got up, not caring about himself as he checked your wound.

“Dean, it’s bad.” Sam said. Dean pressed his hand over your wound but the blood kept pouring out. You leaned forward in Dean’s arms, too weak to hold yourself up.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me, okay? It’s not that bad. Don’t listen to Sam. Y/N! Y/N, please look at me,” Dean said with tears in his eyes., You so badly wanted to look at him but you didn’t; couldn’t. “Don’t worry, we’re going to patch you right up. You’re going to be as good as new.” Dean touched your face but you were just on the brink of death. You watched as Bobby ran after Jake, leaving you alone with Sam and Dean.

“Dad…” You said as you took your last breath. Your body slumped forward in Dean’s arms as your eyes slid close, lying in Dean’s arms.

“No! No, no, no, no, no, Oh, God, Sammy! Sam! Do something! No!!!” Dean yelled, letting the tears fall freely. There was nothing Sam or even Dean could do now.

You were dead.

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[jokers-sweethearts]

Jokers Daughter Imagine: First Kill

Synopsis: The clown princess doesn’t stay in bed like her father asked and gets more than she bargained for when she goes to find him.

tw: Violence, Gore

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The moon light was peaking through the curtains slightly keeping you wide awake. You pulled the covers over your head to trick yourself into sleeping but it failed. You couldn't stop tossing and turning, wanting to jump out of bed and run all throughout the house. The thought of it made your adrenaline start pumping. Every day your father swept you up in his arms and tucked you in, it was bittersweet. The sweet being the red kiss he left on your cheek wishing you sweet dreams. The bitter was his warning not to disobey him and get out of bed. 

 You bit your lip and your foot started shaking in anticipation of the choice you had to make. It was either lay wide awake in complete silence or take the chance and find your father. The clown in you was disgusted at the thought of such a boring night, no laughs or anything. You knew your father could fix it all. He could tell you a story, a joke, hold you and rock you to sleep, stay up with you listening to his wild cackles. You threw the covers off and jumped onto the floor. You were the clown princess after all, you had to start doing what you want. 

 Grabbing your favorite stuffed animal you made your way to your bedroom door. Your father was no where to be found as you tip toed through the house. His bed was empty, his office was dark, not a single gun or glass left in the living room. Your stomach started to tighten up thinking of just why he really didn't want you to leave your room. A strange noise like a gurgle caught your attention off in the distance. You followed in its direction, picking up the pace eager to see your father. It led you to the garage where the noises got louder and more foreign to your ears. 

For the first time in your short life you weren't just excited to see your dad, you were scared. Slowly you reached your hand up to the doorknob and turned it as quietly as could be. Opening the door just enough to peak in. 

 The Joker held a razor blade in each hand scraping them against each other. The noise made the man tied down to a chair shriek in terror. The king of Gotham circled the peasant in front of him bending down occasionally to growl in his ear. 

 "Ppplease Mr. J...." the man stuttered "I promise I won't do it again honest!" 

Joker began to sniff the air "hmmmm" he put one of the razor blades to the mans cheek piercing the skin slightly. A single drop of blood fell. "Smell that? A fucking rat" his voice kept changing from a high glee to a low gravelly tone that sent shivers down your spine. 

 You put your hand over your cheek, feeling the lipstick kiss mark your father left. The total opposite to what he was giving his hostage.

 "Please im beggin ya Mr J!" he tried to keep his composure as the razors traveled over his lips onto his other cheek leaving a scar smile. When he felt the blade reach his neck he knew it was his last chance "Please dont kill me!" 

"Ohhh...." Joker breathed in and out deep, a small chuckle escaping his lips. In an instant he was sitting on the mans lap with one hand firmly around his neck and the other holding the blade at his eyeball. He slowly pressed it against the retina causing the man to scream but only pathetic gasps for air made it past Jokers grip "Im just gonna hurt ya.... really.... really....bad!" He drove the blade into the eye. 

 You couldn't help yourself and couldn't believe what was happening. You let out a weak murmur that alerted your father that you were there. Before you could do anything he was swinging the door open and looking down at you. He dropped the razors to the floor. Immediately your lip began to quiver as the tears started to form. You had never seen your father act this way and it frightened you. You were so used to the gentle but strong man that took care of you. 

As he picked you up and held you tight against his chest, you felt more than frightened though. You felt jealous. 

 "Oh princess shhhh... it's okay daddys got you" he said caressing your back. You felt the blood on his hands seep through your pajamas as he held you. "Didn't daddy say stay in bed huh?" 

 You rested your head on his shoulder and let out a faint yes, holding onto your stuffed animal tighter.

 "Then why did you get out? Doesn't daddy always know best?" 

 "I couldn't sleep I wanted you to make me laugh!" you said using your hands to push off his chest. He held on tight to keep you from jumping out of his arms. 

 You took in the scene, the gold tools spread out on a purple velvet table cloth, your fathers green hair falling in his face, his eyes were excited and hungry at what he was doing to the man. You felt scared by the unknown but more than anything you wanted to be included. 

 "Daddy why don’t you want me to play with you?" you asked stopping your tears before they fell.

“Play with me?” Joker repeated confused. He turned around putting his hand on the back of your head to keep it in his chest. The man was trembling in pain and the blood was gushing from his head. He was letting out even more pathetic noises than an actual rat would. That’s when it clicked for Joker. “Awww baby you want to play huh?” he leaned in and gave her a small pick on the nose.

You shook your head yes with confidence, feeling less scared knowing he was there with you. 

“Did you hear that?” Joker yelled and the man jumped as much as he could in his restraints. “Now sweetheart” he turned his attention back to you. “Remember daddy is here, he’s the joker and you’re his princess. There’s nothing to be afraid of. The world is afraid of us”.

Hearing your fathers words and feeling his touched replaced the last bit of fear in your body with eagerness. You didn’t hesitate to look over at the gruesome sight once he let go out of you and your feet touched the floor. He took your hand in his and led you over to the broken down man.

“I asked did you hear that? My daughter is curious about what we’re doing here”.

The man took one look at you and began to sob. You didn’t understand why because you had a huge smile on your face. 

“You’re sicker than I thought Mr. J! She’s just a kid! A little girl! Just kill me already!”

“NO!” Joker screamed and it echoed through the garage and entire house, “You still don’t get it! She’s not just a little girl. She’s not just anything!” He leaned in close to the man, letting your hand go, and gripping each of his bloodied thighs. “She’s curious. A curious little cat.... and-”

“Curiosity killed the cat!” the man spat at Joker, blood drying around his eye socket. He didn’t care anymore and just wrote his death sentence. 

Joker grabbed his face and worked his fingers into his mouth to pull his jaw open. “and cat’s eat rats!” Joker growled. The man didn’t think he’d be in worse pain than the eye, but he had gambled and lost. “Princess! Give daddy one of his knives!”

You stood there frozen for a moment, realizing this wasn’t a dream and not just play time. This was all real and happening fast. Joker turned around noticing is daughter’s silence and hesitation.  He gave her a wink, “the world is scared of you!” he said.

You walked over to the velvet table cloth and reached up pulling down a small gold knife, barely taking your eyes off the comforting glare of your father. You held it in front of you admiring it and showing it to your stuffed animal too, before handing it up to him and he smile wide at you, you returned the favor.

“Now... what are you?” he asked the man still keeping his mouth spread open with one hand. But he was met with silence.  “Oh what? Cat got your tongue?” Joker threw his head back and cackled at his joke as he felt the body beneath him shake even more. “Princess! What is our friend here?”

This was your moment, your chance to have the fun you wanted while tucked in bed. Not only were you seeing the world your father tucked you away from each night, you were a part of it.

“A rat!” you said trying to repeat the gleeful voice you first heard from your father at the door. 

That single word was all Joker needed before he jammed the knife into the man’s mouth and began slicing away at his tongue. He never stopped laughing once as the blood squirted out all over him. Joker used his own tongue to lick it off his lips then spit it back in the man’s face. 

You saw the feet wildly stomp all over beneath your father, the attempted escape by the man made you laugh more. This was more fun than you had expected and better than any story your father could have told you. 

Once the tongue was cut out, Joker held it up to his face and wiggled it. “Well look at that!” he said and held it in front of his own mouth, using his other hand to hold the mans face up looking at him. He used to tongue to to fling around mimicking his words. “Oh please mr j! Honest! please don’t kill me!” he mocked him laughing more and more with each word.

He stood up and threw the tongue to the ground. “Remember what I said? That I wouldn’t kill ya? Well I’m keeping that promise!” 

The man in all his agony looked up at the Joker with the last bit of strength he had. There was no mistake in what he heard and he was praying that the Joker had some type of mercy inside of him. 

“Princess...” Joker extended his hand for you to grab. You took it and he swept you back up in his arms. “Would you like to have a little more fun before bed?”

“Yes daddy!” 

Your words stung the man and he closed his eyes and continued to sob. He had hoped to much and been fooled again. Somehow the only thing worse than being killed by the clown prince of crime, was dying by the hands of the clown princess. He sobbed harder as the thousand ways he’d have her do it ran through his brain.

Joker handed his daughter the gold and bloody knife and she took it without thinking twice. Their smiles were almost identical as he carried her over to the dying scumbag before them. 

“Now... just like daddy” Joker whispered in her ear. 

You tightened your grip on the handle trying not to shake from the excitement. Just like daddy sounded over and over in your head as he leaned down holding onto you. Your eyes met the man, they screamed at you to be quick and let him find peace. He had the slightest last glimmer in his eye looking at the little girl holding the stuffed animal. His last thought was of how she could look so innocent and be a monster like him at the same time. You giggled watching them turn to complete despair as you stab the knife at his chest. Joker used his free hand to put in over yours and help you dig it in. You kicked your feet and giggled wildly as he helped lead it deeper into his body. You tore it all around feeling the bone and flesh try and stop you, but it only gave you more motivation. The blood ran red down his entire body making a puddle on the floor. 

When your arm grew tired you had to let go of the knife. You father helped you jam it in so much it stuck in place as the man’s life withered away. You had done it. You had done it with your father. 

“That’s my little girl” Joker said planting a kiss on your cheek.

Joker’s eyes scanned the body and the work he and his daughter had done. He looked at her, a spitting image of all his wildest dreams of what she’d be. He had tried to shield her from the monstrous side of himself since she was born, he laughed at the thought of doing it now. When he heard her at the door and saw the curiosity in her eyes he knew it was time for her to embrace what she truly was. And she didn’t disappoint. He rested his head on top of her taking in the moment. Looking at her in his arms he saw her bloodied pajamas and stuffed animal. He was in total bliss. 

“Daddy?” you said wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a small hug.

Joker’s eyes shot wide open hearing the soft and delicate voice say his name. It was such a contrast to the horrifically beautiful thing they’d done together. For a moment he felt he had something in common with the corpse, thinking that this wasn’t for her and she was about to cry at what she’d done.

“Yes my love?” he said. He had told her that the whole world feared her and it wasn’t a lie. The only thing Joker was scared of was his little girl’s words that could make or break him. He lifted up her chin with his finger to look deep in her eyes, he said again nervous “Yes my love?”

“Can we play again tomorrow?” 

All of Joker’s feared left his body. Like he had cleared from from his daughters mind she was doing the same. He couldn’t answer her, all he could do was one thing.

Laugh.

[buzzybeesinlove]

...What if you wrote a fic about team JOYR barely making it out of monstra alive but they stagger to the manor bc they know it’s safe and Blake can finally stop worrying abt her gf bc even tho she’s beat tf up Yang is HERE and ALIVE

anon, your mind...

im on the case, don’t worry. thank you for the idea! so sorry it took me like several days to get around to writing this, the writers block was real for how i wanted to start this one... and also life got in the way lol. i hope you like it!

SOME DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, INJURY AND DEATH  (but it’s not too graphic i dont think - also not major character death dont worry)

“Yang! Yang, get up!”

Though her mind was foggy and her ears were ringing, she was able to hear the frantic, worried voice that spoke to her.

It took her a few moments to piece together that it was Jaune - next to her on the ground, where she laid on her back with her eyes closed and pain shooting up and down her body - muscles and joints aching with every subtle movement.

“Yang, we have to go. Can you hear me?”

That was Ren - voice strained and clipped, but definitely him. She wanted to say she could hear them both and that she was fine, but all that really came out of her was some gurgling and coughing. The metallic tang of her own blood coated her lips and in her hazy state, she tried to recall what the hell even happened.

“Ren, take her other arm.” Jaune said somewhere, and next thing she knew, she was being hauled up and her arms were placed over two bodies on either side of her, and they lead her somewhere.

Yang grunted in pain as Ren and Jaune pulled her along. She could feel the rips and tears in her clothing and the blood seeping from the wounds there, the cuts and bruises on her face that stung even more each time she tried to open her eyes.

But she knew she had to - she was useless to her team if she couldn’t see what was happening.

So, with great difficulty, Yang slowly but surely peeled her eyes open, head throbbing when she was assaulted with so much red around her - red, fleshy walls and floors and it was then that it clicked in her mind that they were still inside the Monstra - on a mission for the Ace-Ops and in search of Oscar.

“.... Wh...” Yang started, but got caught in another cough, her body protesting each step she took. She winced and tried again. “What... Happened?”

“The Hound.” Ren stated simply, and it rushed back to her - she had Oscar on her back, they were almost out, then there was a flash of black that was as fast as lightning in the night sky, slamming into her. Then all she felt was pain in every part of her body and slobber and saliva drenching her clothes and face and then...

It seemed to last hours for her, but was possibly a few seconds, because then she remembered the pressure of the creature was off of her and she was laying on the floor, where Ren and Jaune had just found her.

“Oscar...” She muttered, feeling more and more tired the longer she allowed Ren and Jaune to carry her along. She could feel that they were both just as tired and banged up as her - barely holding her up, their muscles shaking against her and limps in their steps.

“He’s okay. He’s just up ahead.” Jaune said. She nodded, her eyes fluttering. She blinked them open again, willing herself to stay awake - to stay upright and in the present, in case they were ambushed again.

“Ren and I held off The Hound for a bit - it got us pretty good, but... Something strange happened.” Jaune started to explain, confusion lacing his tone at the end. Yang grunted in reply, and he continued on. “I don’t know, some sort of... Weird apparition, in the shape of Salem? And then The Hound backed off and ran away...” He trailed off and shook his head, wincing in pain.

Apparition? Of Salem?

Before she could really think too long on it, she realised they were stumbling towards the exit of the Monstra, and Oscar laid there on his back, still unconscious and beaten and bruised, and Yang sucked in a harsh breath - they almost lost him again, almost butchered their chance to save him because of that thing.

She gritted her teeth and pushed herself away from Ren and Jaune, and she heard Jaune sputter behind her, reaching out to her arm.

“Yang, you’re still-”

“I’m fine.” Yang wheezed back. She ignored them both and shakily lowered herself to the ground in front of Oscar, pain pricking her heart at his small, fragile face all battered - black and blue and red all mixed together and it made her sick, bile forming in her throat at what they did to him.

Yang clenched her jaw in determination and despite her body telling her otherwise, and her eyes telling her to close them and just sleep for eternity, and her wounds - bruises and gashes alike littering her body and face - telling her to not overdo it, she couldn’t help it. 

Oscar needed them - needed her, and she wasn’t going to give up now.

She let out a deep sigh as she heaved Oscar into her arms, biting her lip at the sizzling pain as she rose back up to her feet. Ren and Jaune stood next to her, watching her intently as she manoeuvred Oscar onto her back in a piggyback style, and she turned to her friends, looking at them both.

“Let’s go.” Yang said, and although they looked like they wanted to protest and encourage her to take it easy, they both seemed to let it go in the moment - they had to move, and they didn’t have much time to do so.

They limped and staggered their way out of the Monstra, and it was absolute chaos. Grimm surrounded them all over - left, right, up and down, they flooded the Atlesian military and Atlas itself, and Yang felt a rush of fear throughout her body - both of their teams were in there.

Blake was in there, somewhere.

“We need to get to Atlas.” Yang said, shifting Oscar on her back a little bit. Jaune and Ren looked to her.

“I don’t think my semblance will get us that far.” Ren stated, and Yang swallowed thickly, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to think of something else. She thought of Winter and the Ace-Ops, but quickly decided that wasn’t a good idea - they were on different sides of this war, and although they had a common enemy at the moment, they had very different views on how to handle said enemy.

Yang puffed out her cheeks and licked her lips, glancing at them both before looking off in the distance towards the broken outer wall of Atlas, shrugging her shoulders, biting back the wince of pain from the action.

“If Jaune amplifies it, it’ll get us closer at least, right?” Yang finally said.

“It won’t be on the door step, but it’ll be close.” Ren said, nodding a little and then turning to Jaune, who looked wary of the situation and the plan ahead. Yang looked to him and tried to offer an encouraging smile, but it probably didn’t come out the way she wanted due to the blood smearing across her face from the cuts.

“I’ll try.” Jaune replied, and with that, Jaune placed his hand on Ren and they were cloaked, masked as they shuffled their way through the sea of Grimm and Atlesian soldiers battling them, bodies and blood flying everywhere around them.

It was slow and steady, all three of them staggering and feeling the fatigue seeping into their bones by the end of it, but they eventually made it to the outer wall pretty unscathed. Once they made it inside the wall, Jaune and Ren separated from each other and almost fell over from the exhaustion, holding themselves up by placing their hands on the wall.

“You guys okay?” Yang asked, concern lacing her voice. 

“Good. Just tired.” Ren said, and Yang could hear it in his voice clear as day. Jaune simply nodded in agreement, and Yang sighed lightly, looking out towards Atlas from their spot near the wall, noticing the flying Grimm circling overhead and many on the ground searching and stalking.

“Where do we go?” Yang said. She shuffled to her right a little, looking around the alleyway they found themselves in.

“I have no idea...” Ren replied, and when Yang looked back to him, she saw he was leaning on the wall with his eyes closed, and as she got closer, she noticed he had a nasty gash in his left side, blood soaking through his green shirt.

“Shit, Ren.” Yang said, lilac eyes widening with worry. 

All three of them weren’t faring well - they were tired, beaten down, auras broken, and none of them knew where to even go from there. Yang knew both of their teams were in Atlas still - or, she hoped. She just had no idea where, and they didn’t exactly have many friends to shack up with.

“Wait.” Jaune suddenly said, and Ren opened his eyes to look at him just as Yang glanced over to him. He pointed off in the distance, towards the opposite side of Atlas. “Weiss’ family’s place. I know it’s a long shot her brother will let us in, but at least it might be safe from the Grimm. We can try it, at least.”

Yang vaguely remembered it - the disastrous dinner party that seemed many years ago to her now. Who knew if that kid would let them in, who knew what state they’d even be in by the time they got there.

 At this point, though, Yang could care less.

“Let’s go, then.” Yang replied, and soon enough, they were all off again - weaving and dodging through alleyways and narrow streets, avoiding the Grimm as much as they could. She could see all of them growing more weary and fatigued the longer they staggered through the streets towards Schnee Manor, and it didn’t help that Yang had a whole extra person on her back to contend with.

She wasn’t sure how long it took them - an hour? Three? She really couldn’t be sure, but when they made the final trek towards the manor, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her relief soon turned to confusion and slight worry when she saw a sizeable crater in the ground outside the main doors, but nothing inside of it.

She didn’t have time to really investigate it though - because just after they passed that crater, she heard Ren fall over behind her and she turned immediately, looking back at him and Jaune knelt beside him.

Whatever adrenaline she had that kept her going this whole time must have ran out at that moment, seeing her friends knelt down and broken by their tiredness. She staggered a little and stumbled over onto her knees as well, just next to them, but held tightly onto Oscar on her back.

“We made it.” Yang breathed out, but Ren’s eyes were closing and Jaune was teetering on his knees and-

“Yang?”

Yang’s breath hitched in her throat, her heart doubling its speed considerably at that voice. The most beautiful, almost angelic voice she had ever heard in her entire life.

She shot her head up towards the main doors of the Manor, and her eyes widened at the sight of Blake standing there, just outside with her glowing, shining, beautiful amber eyes just as wide and in disbelief at seeing her there. She saw Ruby and Weiss barrelling outside behind her, their eyes expanding and relieved smiles overcoming them both.

“Blake.” Yang wasn’t sure if she shouted her name or whispered it - breathed it out like it was a prayer to the Gods, relief and love and exhilaration filling her up inside even as she felt about ready to pass out.

Blake didn’t waste any more time - she sprinted forward and landed on her knees in front of her, and Ruby and Weiss were next to them - helping Oscar off of her back, helping Jaune and Ren get up. But Blake stayed where she was and held her face like she would break any second and oh, Yang missed her so fucking much.

Yang looked up at her and Blake’s ears pinned to her head and her amber eyes gathered with tears. Yang’s brow crinkled and she tried to grin at her, despite how messed up her face probably looked to her partner.

“Still lookin’ good, I hope?” Yang said in a lighthearted tone, and Blake’s breath hitched into a mixture of a sob and a laugh and she shot forward to lean their foreheads together, staring straight into her eyes.

“Always.” Blake replied, and Yang’s heart fluttered as she stroked her face. Blake took a shuddering breath and a couple tears travelled down her face, and Yang was mildly annoyed at the lack of strength in both of her arms at that moment, which meant that she couldn’t wipe them away.

“I was so worried.” Blake said in a strained voice, clearly holding back more sobs in her chest. Yang swallowed thickly and nodded slightly, attempting to lean into her body more, chasing her comfort and warmth.

“I was too.” Yang said.

“When that thing came down to Atlas, I had no idea...” Blake started, shaking her head and pulling Yang closer. “I didn’t know if you were okay - I didn’t know what happened to you, or Ren or Jaune and I-”

Blake cut herself and took a few calming breaths and despite the pain, Yang shuffled forward on her knees and raised her aching arms, trying her best to wrap Blake up in them. Blake immediately sank into her and tucked her head under her chin, her furry ears tickling her jaw. Blake wrapped her arms around her midsection and they knelt there in the courtyard, breathing each other in and melting into the embrace they shared.

Yang picked up Ruby and Weiss’ voices near her, talking to Ren and Jaune. She knew she had so many things to tell them all about what happened down in the tundra - down in Mantle, and in the Monstra. There was a lot to discuss and figure out, and barely enough time to do it.

But Blake was holding her, and she was so tired.

“I’ll explain soon... About, you know, what happened. And why I look like shit.” Yang replied with a huff of laughter, and Blake released a soft giggle at that, nodding her head and pulling away from her to look at her properly.

“I missed you so much.” Blake whispered, and Yang felt her lips curl into a soft smile, looking all over Blake’s gentle face.

“It’s gonna take way more than this to keep me away from you.” Yang replied gently, reaching up to cup Blake’s cheek. Blake’s breath hitched once more, and her cheeks felt warm to the touch. She leaned into Yang’s hand on her cheek and breathed out another deep exhale.

“Let’s get inside. We have... A lot to catch up on.”

That was Weiss’ voice, cutting into their tender moment briefly. Yang glanced to her and noticed the worn out look on her face, the wary, anxious look in her eyes and wondered what the hell happened to this group while she was away.

“Right.” Yang said, and as she attempted to raise herself up from the ground, a blur of red and the smell of rose petals wafted into the air as a body slammed into her side, almost knocking her off balance.

“I’m so glad you’re okay! I’m so sorry about-” Ruby started, but Yang just let out a tiny laugh and wrapped her arms around her sister, cupping the back of her head gently.

“It’s okay.” Yang said, and Ruby sagged with relief against her.

Blake stood up now, and together, she and Ruby held her up as they walked towards the Manor doors, Weiss helping to move Ren along while Jaune carried Oscar with him, just barely able to keep on his own two feet.

Yang felt Blake’s body pressed against her side and she welcomed it wholeheartedly - whatever doubts and fears she had back in that tundra, whatever happened from there on out - it didn’t matter.

They were together. They all were, and although the road will be long and they had no clue what was in store, they were back together again - alive and safe.

And they’d never leave each other again.

[shoober56]

1992- France, National Lab of Crypid Research.

Jason Adler, French Police officer

“Open the door, clear the building” I hear the radio and the team opens the door, I enter last. The place is dark, the power has been out for years, we abandoned the place back during the second world war, sealed the chumbers, but, according to the higher ups, something from our past has finally escaped. For protection, me and the rest of our 5 man team had to wear gas masks and high protective gloves. I take out my pistol as the team spreads out, the task is simple, reseal any broken chambers, eliminate any hostiles, crypid or soviet. Im stuck with only a pistol sadly, only being an officer. I hear drips and steps from the others who I couldn’t see, stuck with only a flashlight and watching moss grow on the walls and rust form around the place, it feels almost endless. I eventually find a chamber with an open door, so i take out my radio and speak “HQ, Found an open chamber, not sure if whatever opened it is still alive, but i’ll seal it”...Silence...”HQ?” I asked, honestly alittle nervous, i dont hear the footsteps anymore...”Sorry Officer, Technical difficulties on our end, The rest of the team is silent, seal the door and regroup when possible” i huffed in relief as i hear them speak, i close the metal door, hearing the creak of the rusted bolts and screws moving, i close it and lock it, sealing the door. I take my pistol and radio out again “Team, HQ has you on silent, please respond”....Silence again- I fire my pistol as i hear a smash behind me, the gunshot booming around the building..i panic alittle, what if i hit a teammate? Still silent “Team, please respond”I speak before walking over to where i fired, hoping to not see one of my teams corpses...

...All i hear is my own footsteps. I find the bullet in a wall covered in moss and- blood? I blink alittle and the blood turns to rust, what the hell? I feel it with the gloves, its just rust..maybe im hallucinating, couldnt be more than that- “Im here officer”I hear my radio and take it out again “Confirmed, what happened?” Smith spoke, his voice distorted alittle by the bad signal “I lost track of our jornalist Watterson” I pause alittle, Jornalist? “Who?” “Our Private, Frank Watterson?” Jeez, whats wrong with me? “I- Nevermind, Try to regroup at the entrance” I put my radio away and begin back tracking. Something seems off about this place, it cant be gas, thats why we have gas masks, but what is it?...Am i even going the right way? Nothing looks familiar, The wood creaks as i walk, The paint pealing off the wall...Paint? I swore it was all metal? Maybe im going insane....Finally i find the entrance and find Smith there, his face covered by the gas mask. “Finally, where are the others?” I ask. All he does is shrug before looking at the door “I got no idea, nobodies responding” I pause, he didnt say anything on the radio after we spoke. “You...Forget, lets just get out of here, i feel like im losing my mind” Smith nods and opens the door- It won’t budge, we’re locked in. I hesitated before taking out my radio “HQ, Open the door”...Silence... “HQ, Please respond” More silence... “We cant open the door at the moment, We have Watterson in the front of the building panicking, please wait and continue the mission” God damnit. Smitch looks at me, worried. “Ugh...Lets just wait, they cant leave us out here” i state and look over at the concrete halls, putting away my gun...A Scream intruptes my thoughts, it was so loud i almost thought it was Smith, but it wasnt. It was coming from the right side. Smith and I looked over at each other before taking out our guns and walking over to where the scream was coming from. It stopped before we got there, and when we did all we saw was blood dragging into an open chamber, soaking into the blue carpet, a handprint in the marble walls. I aim my pistol at the chamber”...Seal it” I order Smith. Smith hesitates but starts sealing the room when someone runs out, pushing me out the way in a panic, it was Greenwalt, blood soaking his side, he yelled at us “Close it!” He was panicking, i try to calm him down while Smith sealed the room “Calm down, whats in there?” We could hear gurgling come from the chamber, i shiver. Finally Greenwalt speaks “...i...i dont know...”Jeez...

After a moment of silence i speak again, looking at Smith “Lets head back to the entrance, we can wait for Preston there.” Preston was the only one unaccounted for, Me, Smith and Greenwalt are here, Watterson’s outside, we need to wait for Preston. Greenwalt stands up and nods “Lets go” we start heading back, the silence now thankfully filled with our footsteps, i count them. Me, Smith, Greenwalt, Me, Smith, Greenwalt, Me, Smith, Me, Smith- Wait. I turn around and see Greenwalt staring at one of the closed chambers, Smith turns around too “Greenwalt?” Smith walks over, Greenwalt looks at him- Smith gasps before Greenwalt puts his fingers to Smith neck, Shit! I take out my pistol while Smith falls down. Greenwalt looks at me- I see what Smith gasped at, That isnt Greenwalt, his mask was off, whats staring back at me has scales, Clean white with Blue lining and Green eyes, my fingers tremble. Fire. Shoot. Kill it!

...But I Couldn’t Fire.

[ecotone99]

[FN] the guardian

my Isolated cabin creaked in the wind. my small glass of chilled bourbon keeping me warm as i sat alone at the small table.

The chair across from me sat empty, where before had been the kindest man I'd ever met.

I've just finished burying him, no funeral, just a pit in the earth and a small wooden cross. I swirled my bourbon and knocked some back.

The hunters found us while we were gathering wood.

I can still see his face, frozen mid laugh as the gunshot rang out. A bright light in my cold world snuffed out by someone afraid of us who are different.

I looked at my hands, still blistered from digging. I let my feathers fade from flesh tone to their typical blue and grey. they ruffled and layed smooth as I clenched the three finger claw at the end.

If only I'd payed attention, if only I'd looked a foot to my left creo could still be alive.

I morphed my hand back to its human shape, grabbing the glass and draining it. the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my chest.

I stood to toss another log in the fire place when my hearing sharpened.

Through the wind and snow I heard clumsy panicked steps. heavy breathing and slight sobbing. taking two steps I was at the door right as the maker of the sounds collapsed against it.

I hesitated, fingers an inch from the latch when I heard it.

"please, please let me in, I'm lost."

I knew that tone, desperation, fear... I knew them all too well.

I yanked the door open and caught the poor snow covered girl as she fell into me. Her clothes were far too thin for this weather, they looked like bed clothes but they were so covered in mud and snow I couldn't be sure.

I dragged her in as she breathlessly pleaded. I picked he asr up completely and laid her on my mattress before closing the door and stoking the fire.

ive seen too many frozen bodies in these woods, im not going to have another. I tossed another blanket over her and put my kettle on the top of the stove.

As I waited for the water to boil I grabbed one of her hands, gently massaging it to restore blood flow. As I moved onto her other hand I could see the panic and delirium Lift.

I let go of her hand and she turned her head to look at me, eyes glossy.

I looked back and placed my palm on her forehead, she was still incredibly cold.

"w-who are you?" she asked.

I paused at the simple question, quietly wondering who I really was before replying "Im just a keeper of the forest, I make sure mother nature's blessings dont fall into the wrong hands."

she nodded slightly and curled up a bit, something weighing heavily on her mind. The kettle whistled and I pulled it off the stove. I tossed a some pine needles into a mug and poured the water over it.

I set the mug down to cool to a drinkable temperature and asked the girl "how'd you end up here, you look like you just rolled out of bed."

she sniffled and shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around her as she softly stammered.

"I was In bed, I-In my trailer when I th-th-thought I heard someone outside. I went to look A-a-and I saw something c-c-come at me. I tried to get B-back inside B-but there was someone there behind me. I-I Ran until I S-saw your cabin."

A fowl taste spread across my tongue... Hunters did this.

I picked up the mug and and tilted her head up saying "drink this it should help with the cold" pouring a little past her lips. she swallowed and made a face but didn't refuse when I gave her another small sip.

It took a couple minutes before she was able to grab the mug and sit up.

she was nothing but human, I couldn't feel a blessing around her... she sipped the tea, looking at me like I was an alien before asking

"you know who did this, dont you..."

I nodded as my hearing sharpened again, this time I could barely hear the crunch of snow as several pairs of boots got closer.

I gritted my teeth together and said "hide under the blanket, no matter what you hear, no matter what you think is going on, dont look."

she froze and nodded, setting the mug down and pulling the knit cover over herself.

I picked up a couple pillows and tossed them on the bed to make the lump under the blanket look normal.

I took a deep breath and let the rage Idbeen bottling up slowly fill my body as I shifted, blue feathers unfurling from where they looked like skin.

my vision sharpening and narrowing as the bones in my legs creaked from changing to digitigrade.

I was the protector of these forests and everything in them. I could not let these hunters stay here any longer. The footsteps were getting closer as I clacked my way to the door, pulling it open and stepping outside.

the click and clatter of multiple weapons safety's being disengaged. I rolled my neck and gazed through the darkness.

four hunters in snow gear gazed back at me, their night vision goggles giving off a faint light.

"hunting humans now I see... how, Noble" I said quietly, the wind and snow now falling silent.

"whats it matter to you, a little glue and fur and she'll look just like the rest of you" one of them said.

I didn't say anything to that as I stared them down.

"well then, I see you've made your choice... now its time for me to make mine" I growled, lunging at the closest hunter.

He screamed and fired his rifle, missing me by inches as I fell on him and dragged my talons across his throat. he gurgled his screams away as I lunged backwards, a Bolt hitting me just below my armpit.

I grabbed the next hunter viciously by his jacket and hurled him into a tree, the branches snapping with the force.

The third hit me with a rifle round in the chest and I felt one of my lunfs collapse. he was next.

I tackled him and tore at his chest, the sharp talons at the edge of my arms cutting the flesh like butter as he shrieked in agony. I went to lunge for the fourth but he was ready, the broad buttstock of a shotgun hitting me in the face and throwing me to the ground.

"shot in the chest twice and still fighting, my my." that same deep voice chuckled "why do you fight so hard to protect someone who'd hate you if they knew you were one of the, heh heh, "Blessed" looks more like a curse to me."

I tried pushing myself of the ground but a boot to the face turned me over.

I'd lost this fight, I'm not going to survive even if he leaves. I took the deepest breath I could muster and said "because I don't care, this... is my forrest, and I'll protect everything in it.."

I rolled back onto my talons and pushed myself up to my feet, the hunter gazing bemusedly.

"from scum like you." I finished

he chuckled and said "alright" raising his shotgun to bear on my head.

I stared down the barrel accepting my fate as he squeezed the trigger.

click

the look of shock on the hunters face was refreshing as I lunged at him for the last time, tackling him to the ground as I clawed and tore at his face, his screams filling the night.

When he finally fell silent, I stood and stumbled back to the cabin. opening the door and tumbling in, I landed on my stomach and rolled over saying "you can look now, Im going to... take a very long nap"

I felt soft cold hands cradle my head as the girl said "no, stay with me, STAY WITH ME."

All I had the strength to say was

"I'll always be here, in the forrest" as the light faded from my vision and I sank into the cold darkness.

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[sadbastard-bug]

I dont remember how it happened. One moment I was running from a mall cop, the next I'm face first in a gross carpet. Getting up spitting out the carpet taste I shook my head "the hell?" I looked around dusting myself off..just walls..bland walls.. Now I know my town mall was fancy but this wasn't anything like it. The mall didn't have carpet for one and I couldn't see a store of anything!

I turned around trying to see an exit but it was just more walls. Bright bland yellow walls...wait..I'm not huge on fake creepy stores and shit but this is..."fuck..." I sighed "now way..no fucking way.." I'm in a backroom!. Like I said I dont know shit but the backrooms had been my freind Jay's recent creepy obsession. He rambled on about them for hours but no way I was actually in one! They arent even real!.

I sat back down and tried to think. "I'm dreaming...I gotta be! I just fell asleep listening to Jay's rambling and this is a whole weird dream..." I repeated this over and over again hoping if I said it enough I'd wake up and find myself in Jay's basement on one of his stupid bean bags, but it didn't happen. I just remained stuck sitting on gross carpet in a place I didnt think even existed. "Ya know what? Fuck it! If I'm here I might as well find a way out!" I stood up and started walking straight. "Okay..Jay talks non-stop about this stuff..you gotta remember something right?" I asked myself as I walked through one of the many empty door frames. I tried to ground myself by reaching out and running my hand over the wall paper. I pulled my hand back to see small chips of the wall paper on them.."not surprised this place is falling apart..".

I kept moving doing my best to recall even the smallest detail Jay had told me about this place but something made it real hard to focus "will you be quiet!?" I tilted my head up and yelled. I dont know why it's not like my anger would be heard by the stupid bright lights that wouldn't shut up with thier dull buzzing. Looking down I cursed myself for looking at a light while colors dotted my vision. "I'm just full of bright ideas today..." I mumbled kicking at the ground. Coming to a door way I saw to ways I could go. "Left Or right?" I glanced down each one. Well right was more brightly light but left seemed shorter and I didnt want to walk down a long and blinding hall so I went left.

Hugging myself my eyes kept darting around just in case i found anything. The hall turned right into an empty room just like the rest of this place. Taking another rest once more I thought about it..Jay did say something about levels..one time right?...are there seriously levels to this hell? Like In a game? If so he must have said how many right? Come on! At least remember how many levels this shit's got!. Pushing my hair back I gave it a tug and closed my eyes. I stayed there leaned against the wall holding my hair and listing to both the hum of the lights and my own heartbeat. Then a different sound hit me.

Something was sliding against the carpet...

i nearly jumped quickly opening my eyes and looking around. Then I heard more. A pop and was sounded like a gurgle. Shit! What is it!? Oh I'm dead! This thing..where is it!? I cant see it! I couldn't move. It felt like I was about to have a heart attack. Either that or die from lack of oxygen. I think I was breathing to quick to keep any air I took in.

The noise got closer.

What ever it was it was moving my way. Did it know I was here? The gurgle got louder and maybe it was my mind trying to make sense of things but I could have sowern it sounded like the thing was taking or at least trying to. The one pop became several what's it doing!? The in the corner of my eye I saw something go by. I couldn't see it all but I didn see one thing..three fleshy tail looking things sliding across the carpet hall I was just in. I didnt see legs though just tails...did this thing even have legs? Maybe those tails were legs? What is it!? Some flesh octopus!?. Then I noticed it. The carpet had something on it..a trail of red. Dont tell me...that cant be..where..it can't be blood right!? Did it kill something!? Was there someone else it got to!? Am I next!? Evreything was blurry but I was moving now. Why was I moving!?

The whole place was blending together but I was to focused I have to see what it is! I couldn't fight it. Its light my body Is being controlled by something and I'm helpless. My heart and breathing raced, my eyes trained to the blood trail I was following. Then the trail swerved into a room. I pressed my back against a wall and tried to steady my breathing..slowly..I tilted my head and peeked into the room..

THE FUCK IS THAT!? My hand rushed to my mouth to stop a scream as I stared on. The thing was sitting on its knees or at least was I thought was it knees. It had two legs that looked broken off into three sections. They were bent in a way that didnt look normal. Those fleshy things I had seen were In fact three fleshy tails that didnt stop moving. They were like els swaying back and forth almost hypnotically. My eyes traveled up. This thing was huge! But it was scarcely any thicker than me. Its torso and arms were so thin you could see its bone. Its arms bend forward holding its head.. at least its head looked normal or I did from what I could see not covers by its oddly human like hands. It had human ears and strangely light pink short fluffy hair.

The blonde tail seemed to be coming from it though as blood dripped between the things fingers still no explanation for the poping however.

I stepped back and its head lurched up with a crack in my direction. Darting back to the wall I praying it hadn't seen me. I could fell my whole body screaming run but my legs wouldn't comply. I heard shuffling and assumed the creature was getting up. I knew looking again could be my end by my cersousty it see its face got me. Good bye life..I thought as I peered back into the room.

It was starting right at me....

it only had one green eye the other was a odd mass of black like a child's scribble.. it had one dot on each ear that connected where its mouth was supposed to be, blood slowly dropping it....I'm dead.....its head tilted and it looked at me almost as surprised to see me as I was to see it. Then it blinked.

Then the line opened. That was its mouth! Once opened its tongue fell out over rows of sharp teeth. I wanted to hurl. This..isnt..real..Im..dead..its going to eat me just like who ever it had before. The room blurred face and I felt myself slip away. I fought as hard as I could to stay awake. I wasn't going to be easy pray. But I guess my earlier herpervebtlation was making it worse because before I knew it the world went black and i felt myself drop

[semenguine]

it’s. just after 7:30 when i har the nock. 7:35 maybe. or 7:40. imin the twins room. chaing their diapers. and. im finishing up with adelpha. i’m putting on diaper cream. she’s drooling. i’m already miserable because of what happend to me because of what i did. two nightsb efore i. 

i was stupid. the kock comes again. and. i tape adelpha’s diaper on and pick her up and give her butt a little pat and she just goes n drooling. and i put her in the same crib as her sister becase they dont cry when i leave the room if theyre togetehr. and i see eden trying to get down the stairs and i tell her no no ill get it. and she says ok. and shes really hungover anyway not just alcohol all sorts of shit. so she hobles back to bed. 

the person knocks aigan. i shold have. lookd through the pephole but i didnt. ijust opened the door. i thought maybe itwas the mailman or somethng, bit. t wanst

i open the door. and ts him . and i freeze for a second and. hes stronger thanme because everybody us and. the next thing i know. hes in my home. and. he closes the door an locks it and. i dcant breathe. and i wish i never went to him.and remibded him i exist. that we exist. and i frorgot he knowswhere i live.  

what re .you diong in here i whisper. i messaged eden, he says and he pouts. but she didnt reply and it really hurt my geelings. i just awnted to come by and see if shes ok. pleaes dont hurt eeden, i say. pelase. please. she shouldnt have left me on read he esays. thats crazy i say. please hurt me instead dont hurt her please. she’s isck she broke he rankle i say desperately. please.

he grabs me by the wrist and says if i have to go looking for her things are only gonna get worse for her. where is she? i want to cry he holds on to me so tight i take him to me and eden’s bedroom.gary pushes me in ahead of him.

i stumble. who was at the door? eden asks. p-put this on, eden, you have to, i say quickly, i rush over and bring her her shirt and shorts- why she says. does someone wanna talk to me? she clutches her head and she groans. yes eden please, i say. are you okay? she asks. she’s a little shaken up, says gary. eden’s eyes go wide. gary grabs my wrist again. don’t hurt her please, i beg. he ignoesm e. 

what the hell are you doign in my house? eden demands. she’s more alert now. she. grabs the clothes and he lets go of me and walks right over and yanks them out of her hands. you won’t need those, he says. for the shit im gonna do to you. you aint ifnna do shit to me, edn says. angrily. you know what i dont care what you here for. let me show you the exit and maybe ill jus t tell the police you got lost.

you won’t tell the police anything, he says. because they don’t give a fuck. you know that. eden’s chest rises and falls. she doesn’t say anything. why didn’t you reply to my texts? he asks. cause i dont like to entertain crazy people, eden spits. aw, gary says. im not crazy. im just angry. you understand, dont you? its kinda like how it was, his eyes narrow. when you broke my nose. you know? or maybe how sierra felt, he gr abs me again and pshes me onto the bed. when she made me lose my FUCKING job! his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath.

tears are streaming down my face please gary i beg. i cant pay rent he rants. i have to move back in with ym mom next month. what do you want ,eden says. i hear your ankles broken that true? gary asks. eden looks at me i swallow. gary pulls the covers off eden, who scrambls to cgover herself. thats cute, gary mocks. thats how you lseep huh? in your little dino undies. youre a psychopath eden says. i cry .

you’ll never be a real man edne says gary. oh thank god says eden. you couldnt give y our wife what she needs gary whispers. so ehe came trunning to me. the fact tha t you’re violent and evil enough that a sexual abuse survivor wlould come to you  when she want s to retraumatize herself is a weird fl ex eden replies. 

shut up, says gary. he gets in to the bed no please i say please dont hurt her. he wont edensays. he smiles at her. you think youre so tough that youre such a man he says. well men he squeezes her chest and she shoves his hand away and raises her arms defensively oevr it. dont hav e .these. youre just something else arent you but, when it comes to babymaking you do the mans job dont you eden he whispers. so i guess you’re moer man than girl.

eden’s dead silent and then she attakcs him.but shes hungoer and her ankle is broken. all i he gdoes is put pressure on her ankle and shes cries ou tin pain nad he pins her down to the bed. no i cry. gary please. bring me some tape he orders me and maybe ill be gentle. i dont knwo what else to do so ijsut agree. 

i fee stupid as soon as ai bring it back he tapes over eden’s mouth. it muffles her screams. she kicks and thrashes and tries to get him off but hres pinnedh er arms down her noiesse increasie in fratnicness as he pull sh er underwwar off her. he strts talking . about hoe we ruined his life and how much he loves watchinglesibian porn and alwaysa wishe he could be part o i now look he ist and how rede n will never be a man . eden kicks desperately. shes’ cryingnad triyng to scream i can tell but the tape the stupid dape.

i grab on to garys legs please stop i plead she didnt do anything please. he kicks me and i fall off the bed. i land hard. i cant move im so dizzy. i just lie there and my whole body hurts. eden screams nad itheres nothing  i can do. when gary tells her she’s so tight she makwes a good woman in some ways there isnt anythin g i can do.

that hurts doent it gary syays this is what you did to me this is what you did to my life now how does it feel. wish there was a bit more space in hre eh says. so short i can only fit ab out half of me in but then i guess its cause ths little hole donest lead to anywhere huh ? how sad. i hate fucking you its so messy .so much damn blood. 

edens still screinamng. i hatem yeslf i hate myself for leading  him here. i never wantedto hurt anyone you knwo that? gary starts crying. but you bitches made me. i had to do this. you did nt give me a choice. hekeeps goinga nd going. he takes the tape off eden’s mouth i har the rip but he 

she doesn’t screma for long he cms in her mouth she starts gurgling an d coughing. theres a slapping nois e fucking swallow it you bitch he tells her to suck the b lod off. eshes crinyg and sobbing and choking. stop it, i try again. my voice is weak and stupid. please.

t then. one fo the twins starts crying i am fiilled with fear. oh he says i almost forgot. i haen’t met your kids yet. NO, i cry. no don’t hurt them gary please they’re just babies they’ven ever done anythign to yo uplease, i sob. please please don’t hurt them please don’t hurt my babies don’t hurt my babies. i crawl to his feet hurt me instead i beg. 

i look at eden and there’s so mcuch blood on the sheets and on her elsgs i almost scream. she looks e mpty. thersf cum a an d spit allover her chin. he looks at me and gets up. no i scream desp earetly. i grab on to his legs and try to hodl him back . please please i sob. dont touch my babies ont hurt my babies.

i just want to say hi, he says. but. do you know how easy it is to suffocate a baby? NO PlEASE, i sob. eden drags herself out of bed. she half crawls half drags herself along the floor. i if you la y a fucing hand on my  k kids ill kill you, she says hoarsely. yo ucant even stand gary says.

d dont need to shes cryig. to kill you. gary drags me along and i mst il l cilinging trying to hold him back. eden drags hers elf to the nursery. a mara is crying. she.cant get up eden whispers throug hthe crib bars its o k. dadas her e. 

gary tries to get closer i bite him. get away from me! he shakes his leg btu i keep clinging. adelpha starts crying too i can tell they are scared both of the babies they are bot hscared. i sob. gary gets closer. edeng goes crazy she. growls . aa nd. claws and bites himhe cant  shake her off. 

he moves back. eden glares at him on all fours naked, blood trickling down her legs the cum drying on her chin tears all over her face gr ubting and pantimg animalitcially she bear s her teeth at h im . oyu’re pathe tic he say s. look at y ou. but i can i thin k he is scared .

hopefully he says. you wont ig nore one of my mes sages agin. right? you’ll fuckin rspond back wont oyu? edens silent . wont ouy? he demands. i look at eden p l adingly. hshe look at me and back at the tw ins. yes she says. good. he says. youre no t a man . you can never mke a gir lhappy. dont for get, gary sneers. and if y out tell te police about this i’ll make your lives a awliving hell.

he grabs me by the wrist and throws me to the floor and ki cks my rirbs in. i scrmea. stop it, edne says. sotp it, he mocks. stop it. he kick s me gain and then says . . i think im ight stay her for abit. you havea guest room dnot you?

no ,eden lies . he smile s. well make one, he says . hhhe went out buty hell be back. thats what scares me the most is he’l be back hes stayign nad anything coudl hapen. he tt tok pictures of eden. nad hell s hare them out  ii f. we odnt do what he says. 

i dont tihn k i hav e to watch you he said . you two are sma rt people. i thinkyou know hwat it ocudl do to eden’s career.

and h hes right we kno w so we cant get help we cant do an y hting. were at ihis mercy .