#I was so excited when the story mentioned cannibals but then it turned out to be fake :///

[karvakera]

i might be obsessed with this man

the first two are redraws (cutscene from game and a pic of danny gonzalez)

originals:

[jokeringcutio]

Art the Clown x Reader (WARNINGS) Halloween smut.

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Drabble. Please read ALL warnings. Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It is Halloween when you bump into a clown and, embarrassed, apologize. Later that evening, your roommate Meri seems to have invited that very same clown into your house for a bit of fun. But that fun turns quickly into a nightmare.

Warnings: Mention of Murder, Cannibalism, death of a friend, Sexual content, dub-con. Reader is scared of clowns. Implied Virginity/First Time. Mention of Blood. Coulrophobia.

1.

The streetlights cast eerie shadows as you hurried home on Halloween evening, arms laden with bags of candy. It was the right atmosphere for it, you thought. All the shadows seemed longer, and in the dark, the ornaments of the houses seemed to come to life. Pumpkins, fake skeletons… Your heart pounded in your chest, the brisk autumn air chilling you to the bone.

As you turned the corner, you collided with a man dressed as a clown, gasping in shock. His attire immediately sent shivers down your spine; black and white suit divided vertically down the middle, large ruffles at his collar and cuffs. A tiny black hat perched atop a white bald cap, while his face was painted with stark contrasts of black and white makeup. The pointy nose bore a black dot, and his eyes were as dark as the abyss.

"Sorry, I didn't see you," you stammered, feeling your pulse race. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you accidentally walked into someone, he had to be dressed as a clown. And you had an irrational fear of clowns. You could not help but tremble and blush in embarrassment. Come on, you thought to yourself, it’s just a grown-up man wearing a costume. Clowns are supposed to be funny. Don’t be so scared.

Art the Clown stared at you silently, unblinking. It was unnerving, but you thought he took offense to the way you had reacted to his outfit. He probably had spent a lot of time getting dressed up, you thought, when you saw all the makeup he wore. And when people put a lot of effort into their costumes and looks, they want to be complimented. Not for some stranger to freak out and insult all of their hard work.

"I-I have coulrophobia,” you stammered, trying to explain your weird reaction to him. God, this was all so embarrassing. You wished you could just fade away. “I'm scared of clowns."

He tilted his head, a cruel smile forming on his painted lips. Nope, that definitely freaked you out again. You had to force a smile on your own, praying he did not see how much effort it took you to be kind and polite to him.

"Nice costume, though," you whispered while you let your eyes rove over his form shortly, just enough to note once again how oddly this man was dressed. Most clowns you met were colorful. But this one, he was grim. A true horror clown, you realized. He fits the theme of Halloween excellently.

“You’re going to enjoy yourself tonight,” you shyly mumbled, embarrassed by the entire encounter. You couldn’t wait to get away. Clutching the candy closer to your chest, you quickly bid him a good evening before stepping away from him and resuming your hurried pace toward home.

You felt the man’s eyes stare at your back until you rounded the corner.

2.

A few hours had passed and children from all over the neighborhood came trick-or-treating at the door. Their laughter and excited chatter filled the air. You glanced at the clock. Just one more hour before the party started. Meri, your roommate, was already wearing a nice blue dress with a  very short skirt. Deliberately. You knew she wanted to score tonight. Meri was like that, always eager for a nice time with a willing man.

You glanced down at yourself. You hadn’t really had the time to come up with something nice, but you knew that Meri had more than enough dresses in her closet. You’d borrowed some of her before.

“Yeah, you can borrow one of mine again,” you heard Meri say, and when you looked up you caught her looking at you with a grin.

“As if you can read thoughts,” you whispered, earning a chuckle from your friend.

“I can and I am damn good at it,” Meri said. “I have a pretty red one that would fit you well. Show a bit of cleavage,” she winked at you. “Can’t do no harm.” She turned around and beckoned you to follow her to her room. Once inside, she took the dress out of her closet and showed it to you. You chewed your lip worriedly.

“I don’t know,” you said, earnestly concerned about how revealing that dress actually was. Then your eye fell upon a dress you had borrowed from her before. “Can’t I just take the green one?”

Meri rolled her eyes. “God, no. You definitely need some action, babe. This dress will give you that. I guarantee it.” She thrust the dress into your hands and started to push you towards the door. “Go on, get changed.”

You were about to protest when the doorbell rang and you could hear kids shouting "trick or treat!" from beyond the door.

“I’ll get that,” Meri said with a wink. She smiled warmly at you while she made her way to the door. “Now go get changed, princess. I can’t go to the party with you dressed like that.”

You glanced down at yourself to see what she meant by that. Comfy pants, a baggy shirt, wintery socks. All right, you did not look like any of those women in the magazines. She had a point. With a sigh of defeat, you turned around to head to your own room.

But that was when an idea hit you.

Meri was answering the door. You could quickly slip into her room and pick up the green dress. It would only take a second.

Seizing the opportunity, you slipped into her bedroom, rummaging through her closet where you’d seen the dress you wanted to wear. With a bright smile, you found it. But just as your hand landed on the desired green dress, the sound of Meri's voice reached your ears. “Come in, thing. We can have a bit of fun in my room.”

You froze. The sound of footsteps heading your way made your heart leap into your throat. Had she invited someone in? By the sound of it, she was not alone.

Panicking, you dove into her wardrobe, the scent of her perfume enveloping you as you hid among her clothes.

Your breath hitched as Meri entered the room, the wardrobe door cracked open just enough for you to peek out.  “Come on in, sweetheart,” Meri playfully said. You saw her beckon someone who was still on the other side of the threshold. Meri was horny, there was no doubt. You knew she had been so for a while now, hence why she insisted on going to the party tonight. But apparently, someone had come and offered himself willingly at your door. A friend? Someone you knew? Steve again? He would sometimes come around. Or Will?

But when Meri turned around, that excited smile still on her lips, you could finally see the man who wished to follow her into the bedroom. An oversized shoe appeared over the threshold, followed by a suit that was half black and half white.

The evening's events played like a twisted nightmare in your head, the clown’s haunting smile refused to leave your thoughts. It was him though. He was dressed exactly as before: black and white suit, pointy nose, black eyes that held a malicious glint. Fear gripped you, but curiosity kept you from fleeing. Was Meri actually going to have sex with this stranger?

Peeking through the crack in the wardrobe, you saw Meri lead Art the Clown into her bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Quite the costume," Meri purred, running her fingers over his ruffled collar. "I like a man who knows how to stand out."

She didn't seem to care about his silence, only growing bolder in her advances. The stranger sat himself on the edge of her bed and Meri purred again. You wanted to roll your eyes at the show she made. Slowly, she began to undress, exposing more and more of her flawless skin. Meri was beautiful like that. It had often irked you how easily some things came to her, simply because of her looks.

Meri moved her hips alluringly from side to side, unhooking her bra like a stripper before she let it drop to the floor. Her fingers pressed against her breasts, pushing them closer together while she let out a moan. Art's gaze never wavered, locked onto her every movement. Then she shimmied her panties down her hips, slowly stepping out of them.

"Want a taste?" Meri asked, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. Your breath caught in your throat as Art moved closer, kneeling between her thighs. One bandaged hand was placed on her naked thigh. You could have questioned why the man remained in his costume, but you didn’t. Instead, you felt your breath hitch in your throat at the sight. Sensual, you thought. You felt your own body respond, slick gathering between your folds unbiddenly. And yet, you could not tear your gaze away.

The clown’s tongue darted out. You could see the pink coming from between the black of his lips. A slurping wet noise. "Y-yeah, just like that," Meri moaned, arching her back as he went down on her. Another slurp, another moan, another spark of arousal down your core. You pressed your legs shut, a hand firmly against your lower abdomen. You shouldn’t respond to this. You shouldn’t. "God, you're so good with your mouth," Meri gasped.

The clown gave no reaction. He continued to lick and slurp, his fingers folding Meri’s pussy lips aside so his mouth could easily reach her pearl. He was sipping, slurping, licking, and nipping and you could not tear your eyes away. It was a mesmerizing sight. Meri’s hand found his scalp, pressing him even deeper between her legs. He licked her now. Long, languid licks.

Meri shuddered in ecstasy, but after a few moments of the same, she started to catch her breath again. "Too bad my roommate isn't like this," Meri murmured, but you could hear it. "She's such a wallflower, probably never even had sex. Scared of it, I'd bet." You felt your face flush with shame, wondering if she knew you were hiding there, listening to her words.

“That’s it, baby,” Meri panted, the hand between her legs bobbing up and down faster now. “That’s it, make me cum.” The clown was working his magic apparently, because Meri threw her head back, lost in pleasure.

You bit your lip and clutched the green dress closer against your chest. You didn’t want to watch, knew it was supposed to be a private moment. But curiosity got the better of you, for Meri was right. You weren’t like her. You weren’t-

Suddenly, Meri screamed, her hands started clawing at the sheets. Her eyes turned wide, bulging, the screeching sounds of her screams were painful to your ears. It took you a moment to realize what you saw. The clown’s head kept bobbing up and down between Meri’s legs, but something was wrong now.

Those dreadful black-painted lips no longer glistened with fluids of passion, you realized with a shock. Instead, a darker liquid streamed down the man’s chin, and something large and chunky was caught between his teeth. Your eyes widened in horror as you realized Art was no longer merely pleasuring her.  He was literally devouring her, tearing into her flesh with his teeth. Panic surged through you, but you couldn't look away. Your hands itched for your phone, to call 911, but you had left it in your room.

All you could do was watch. Watch and listen and pray.

3.

Darkness surrounded the place. All you heard was your own heavy breathing, like a drum announcing a war. Your ears hurt, your throat was dry, your body felt numb. A horrible stench reached your nostrils.

It was over, had been so for possibly hours. You could not tell. You had not dared to move in case the clown had not left the house yet. But you had heard the door ages ago. Yet fear had kept you frozen.

An eerie silence filled the room. You stayed hidden in the wardrobe, paralyzed by terror until you were sure the clown must have left. Logic told you that you could not stay here forever. Shaking and weak-kneed, you slipped out of your hiding place.

Moving as silently as possible, you tiptoed through the dimly lit apartment, avoiding the gruesome scene in Meri's room. Whatever was left of her - and it wasn’t much – had dripped all over the bedroom walls and floor. Her bed was drenched in blood. All you wanted was to get your phone and call for help – you couldn't bear to look at whatever was left of your friend.

The door to your bedroom creaked open, and you stepped inside, the scent of lavender from your bedsheets a faint comfort in the midst of chaos. Your eyes darted around the room, searching for your phone. Hadn’t you left it on your nightstand? You felt around in the dark but found nothing. And so, with trembling fingers, you flicked on the light switch.

You looked at the nightstand first, but your phone was nowhere to be seen. Strange, you thought, and with a frown, you turned around. You’d closed the door upon entering, and it still was. But there was something odd about the shape of the shadow you saw that fell on it. Almost as if you had grown larger all of a sudden.

With eyes wide, you very slowly turned back to your nightstand. It was just as you had feared. There he stood, Art the Clown, grinning maliciously as he waved your phone in the air. Fear clawed at your throat, leaving you unable to scream or move. His black eyes bore into you, holding you captive.

"Please," you whispered, voice barely audible, "don't hurt me."

He didn't respond, his silence more chilling than any words could be. In one fluid motion, he lunged forward, overpowering you with ease. He threw you onto the bed, his bony fingers digging into your flesh, betraying his inhuman strength.

"Stop," you choked out, but he continued, undeterred. His fingers ran down your body nimbly as he tore off your clothes. Piece by piece. You heard the fabric rip and tear and had to squeeze your eyes shut. The sound reminded you too much of earlier. Of her. Your friend.

You hardly noticed how swiftly he had you exposed and vulnerable beneath him. Not until a cold puff of air made your nipples peak and you finally looked.

Pitch-black eyes bore into yours and you had to bite back a cry of fear. His face was very close to your own, hovering over yours. From this close, you could see the black paint around his eyes and lips, how there wasn’t a single crack in the white surrounding it. With a shock, you realized his teeth were a rotten color. Black, brown. But they weren’t ordinary teeth. As he grinned at you, you saw that something about his mouth was wrong.

Scary thoughts clouded your mind. Would he tear his teeth into your flesh like he had done with Meri? Would he torture you too? You forced yourself not to think back to any of it. Not to the pleasure you had felt at first, or the fear after, or the helplessness.

You became aware of the sound of fabric rustling and followed his movements with your eyes. His arm moved, his hand was doing something down below. Your eyes came to rest just below his abdomen. You had not thought his suit could open there, but it could. Something large and pale popped out of its confines. Flesh, you thought alarmed. Hard and large. Veins throbbed, purple and black. The head spilled a droplet of something white. Pre-cum.

This was his cock? This monstrously large cock was to fit inside of you?

Your mouth had been dry before, but it became impossible to swallow as you watched the clown position himself between your legs. You wanted to protest, say no, push him away. Your hands were upon his chest without thinking, but he was stronger than you. You stood no chance.

“No, please,” you gasped while he fumbled with his cock at your entrance. He looked down at himself as he tried to position himself and seemed annoyed when he couldn’t find your entrance. You felt the leaky head brush past your folds a few times and panicked. Your heart beat faster and your chest heaved rapidly.

“Please,” you begged again, your hands still pushing against his shoulders – to no avail. Then, you felt it. The head nudged against your entrance, parting your walls ever so slightly. But he had noticed it as well. Art’s sour expression made room for a smile as if he was relieved. His eyes darted up to meet yours again, silently telling you that this was going to be fun.

“It won’t fit,” you pleaded weakly, but your whispered words ended in a silent gasp when Art thrust forth, burying his large cock inside your deep warmth in one go. Too much. Your back arched, pressing your body up against his. Your naked breasts brushed past the coarse fabric of his suit. You didn’t care at this point that his clothes were riddled with spots of blood. Everything was focused on the feel of his shaft deep inside of you, hitting the depth of you mercilessly with a blunt thrust.

You gasped silently - as if the clown had ripped your voice away and had rendered you mute. Blood covered his shaft as he pulled out, making him smile even wider. Was that yours? You were pleading silently for this nightmare to end. But as he thrust inside of you, a shameful warmth began to spread through your body. Despite the terror, you found yourself responding to his touch, your heart racing for reasons other than fear. With your hands you tried to claw at him while his hands circled your hips, getting a good grip on your flesh before he started pounding into you in a steady rhythm.

That awful grin of his never seemed to leave his face. Not while he was treating you like a nice piece of meat, slapping your ass while he thrust inside of you. You could see his wicked teeth - black and brown and yellow - and had to force yourself not to think of what his mouth could do. His hips slapped against yours, hipbones prodding against your softer flesh. He was lean and nimble, but the grip he had on you with his hands was fierce and unyielding, certain to leave bruises.

A low moan threatened to spill from your lips and you rolled your head from side to side. What was he doing to you? The clown’s pointy chin brushed past your clavicle as he dipped his head forward, and then you felt his teeth brush past your skin. Scared that he would take a bite and tear out your flesh, you tried to arch your back away from him, but felt him respond by intensifying his grip and pushing you back down. As a response, you had earned a deep harsh thrust with his hips, feeling the head of his cock batter your cervix cruelly.

With each stroke deep inside, you felt your pussy lubricate the way for him. You felt your body respond to his wicked touch. Each slap against your ass had your walls squeeze down on him hard. Each thrust deep inside your core seemed to hit a delicious spot that made you see stars.

Breathlessly, you allowed him to rut inside of you, unable to stop him and unable to so much as make a sound while he pounded you into oblivion. You were helpless against the pleasure that threatened to consume you. He moved relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

It didn't make sense – how could you enjoy this? Was there something wrong with you?

A few times you tried to close your eyes, but a slap to your cheek had you open them again to gaze up into the black depths of hell. His devilish smile was above you at all times, grinning down, reminding you of the pleasure he derived from your body. And the pleasure he gave you in turn. Sickening as it was, the demonic man above you managed to bring forth feelings that made your body tremble in agonizing pleasure.

When you came, your walls clamped down hard upon his shaft, milking him in a silent plea for more. You bit your lip from crying out. No way you’d show him that you enjoyed this. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure of your moans.

The silence made the wet sounds only seem louder. Wet thrusts of his cock as he slammed it inside of you hard, despite your walls milking him for all you were worth. Noises of sin, of pleasure, of lust. And then, as he finished inside of you, a shudder ran through your body, your climax tearing through you like a wildfire.

You were still biting your lip, aware it must be bleeding by now, but you’d be damned if you so much as would let him hear your passion. You glanced up at him. The wicked clown’s smile had disappeared. In its stead, you now saw a pensive, almost endearing look in his eyes, as he cocked his head and seemed to study you.

A calloused finger tilted your head back, revealing your throat to him while you looked back at him through half-lidded eyes. He tilted his head to the other side again, dick still twitching inside of your tight cunt, and seemed to study the tears in your eyes. You hadn’t noticed they had formed there. Would have wanted to say they were out of fear or sadness, rather than the harsh truth that they were out of pleasure.

With bated breath, you waited for what he was to do next. Would he kill you now, you wondered? The clown moved, his cock slipping from your core limply, leaving behind a trail of dark blood and yellowish cum.

He surprised you by moving forward, leaning on his elbows, as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead in a twisted mockery of tenderness. The contrast between his sadistic actions and this tender gesture only served to confuse you further.

You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking that surely this would be it. But the rustle of fabric against the bed indicated that he moved away. You waited and listened, heart beating wildly in your chest. But there was only the sound of another rustle. Plastic?

Curious, you opened your eyes to find Art standing several feet away. Picking up a garbage bag you hadn't noticed before, Art slung it over his shoulder and made his way to the window. Not the door, you noted. But the window. How odd?

He opened it. The sound of the window sent a shiver down your spine as you lay on the bed, watching the clown swing one leg over the edge and step outside. He turned around to face you. His black eyes glinted demonically in the darkness of the night – like little coals of fire. And then his smile returned once more. Seeing it, seeing him like that, made something twist deep inside of you.

And still, no sound could come forth from between your lips. The only thing you noticed was how warm your pussy felt at the sight of him, how your nipples peeked, and how your walls clamped down around his phantom cock, craving the real thing to be returned to you.

With a final, silent laugh, he blew you a kiss before disappearing into the night, leaving you alone in the aftermath of your orgasm, mind racing with a thousand unanswerable questions. ~ Fin ~

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[suroweczka]

Cannibal’s feast (Bartolomeo x Reader) SMUT 🔞🔞

another Barto smut because why not😏 minors don’t interact

summary: As Bartolomeo invades your island, everybody runs away with fear. He is a notorious man, but you can’t deny he is also hot. You decide to take the risk and spend the night with so called Cannibal.

tags: afab reader, unprotected sex, oral sex (both given and received), (kind of) breeding kink, dirty talk, degradation (calling you slut/whore), face fucking, vaginal penetration, fingering, idk what else, im bad with tags 👉🏻👈🏻, might not make much sense as it’s late ant night and I’m tired

Bartolomeo the Cannibal. Just the mere mention of his name sent shivers down your spine. You'd heard the stories, of course, about his brutal strength in battle, his brazen arrogance, about him attacking innocent civilians. You knew you had to stay away from that man at all cost. 

When his ship anchored off the shore of your small island, the entire town trembled in fear. The streets were practically empty, people rushing in fear to their homes, avoiding eye contact with the newcomers as much as possible. 

He was infamous, hated by most of the world, but he didn’t seem to care. His wild, almost gleeful disregard for others' opinions only made him more terrifying, and you decided it was best for you to keep out of his path.

Still, curiosity got the better of you. When you heard a commotion near the docks, you couldn’t resist peeking around the corner of a building, staying hidden in the shadows. And there he was—7’3”tall beast, strong and powerful, standing over a defeated pirate, grinning with a gleam of pride in his eyes. Bartolomeo had easily won, his towering frame casting an imposing silhouette. He stretched, his muscles rippling under his coat, and a wicked smile spread across his face as he looked down at his opponent.

Your breath caught in your throat. He was dangerous, no question about it. But watching him like this, victorious and clearly enjoying the thrill of battle, made your heart race. You bit your lip, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks as you watched him. There was something undeniably attractive about his cocky confidence, unapologetic nature, the way he embraced his basest instincts without restraint. You crossed your legs in excitement over a dirty thought flickering in your mind. You imagined his strong arms gripping your hips, his sharp fangs biting the delicate skin on your neck. Your panties dampened as you kept imagining what this man was capable of…

…Then you remembered—attacking civilians, such like yourself. Shaking off your forbidden thoughts, you turned to flee in the opposite direction, reminding yourself to keep your distance. But it was too late. A deep, rumbling voice called out from behind you.

“Oi! You there—stop!"

Your heart leapt into your throat. You froze, hoping he wasn’t calling at you, but the unmistakable sound of his heavy footsteps told you otherwise. They echoed in the empty street, each one coming closer, getting louder and louder as he approached. You could feel your pulse quicken with each step he took.

“Hey there, little one. Where do you think you’re goin’?"

Your heart raced as you spun around to face him. Bartolomeo stood before you, he was unbelievably tall, broad frame casting a shadow over your petite form made you feel intimidated. A wicked smirk played at the corners of his lips as he took in your nervous expression.

"Cat got your tongue?" he took a step closer.

“You got guts, watchin’ me fight like that. Didn’t think anyone around here had the nerve. Were you cheerin’ for me, cutie?” He teased, his voice as brash as ever. 

You opened your mouth but the words got caught in your throat, you felt like you were close to tears. 

“Relax, just messin’ with you” he chuckled “I know when a pretty little thing like you is checkin’ me out."

Your cheeks flushed with fear, embarrassment but also something else - a spark of desire that you quickly tried to suppress. You couldn't let yourself get carried away by this man, he was dangerous and completely unhinged.

"Well, I should really be going”you stammered, taking a step back.

"Oh, don't think so," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Not until I get your name, cutie."

You hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. "It's... it's (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," he repeated, savoring the sound of your name on his tongue. "I’m Bartolomeo. But you probably know that already” he pointed at his wanted poster hanging on the wall of the building. “Tell you what, (Y/N). How ‘bout you join me for a drink tonight, yeah? I bet you’re just dyin’ to get to know me better," he said, grinning as if he could read every one of your thoughts.

“I–I don’t know…” you hesitated

"Come on, live a little. What's the worst that could happen?" He gave you a cocky grin “I might be a bad guy but I don’t harm women… Unless they are into that”

Your legs became weak at his suggestive comment, you felt a rush of excitement mixed with a thrill of danger. Despite the warning bells in your head, you found yourself nodding. "Sure," you whispered.

He winked, flashing that sharp, wolfish grin. "Good girl. Meet me by the tavern at 7. And don’t make me wait for ya”he said, before turning to stride away.

As you watched him leave, your heart was racing faster than ever. You could hardly believe this infamous pirate, the man who terrified everyone else on the island, was giving you this kind of attention. It meant probably trouble, but tonight, you were willing to find out just how deep that trouble went.

—

You spent the rest of the day in a state of nervous anticipation, your mind constantly drifting back to the encounter with Bartolomeo. As the sun began to set, you made your way to the tavern, your heart pounding in your chest.

You had taken extra care with your appearance, wanting to look your best for him. You wore a tiny, buttoned crop top made of a thin fabric that clung to your skin,  accentuating your perky breasts. Each button seemed to strain just a little, emphasizing your figure in a way that was both daring and enticing. Your shorts were equally revealing, hugging your curves and showing off the swell of your ass. Over-the-knee socks hugged your legs, fitting a bit snug around your thighs and accentuating their softness, with a slight indent where the fabric pressed against your skin. Altogether, the outfit was bold, playful, and impossible to ignore.

As you entered the tavern, you spotted Bartolomeo immediately. He was seated at a table in the corner, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he took in your appearance, his gaze lingering on your exposed skin.

"Well, well, well," he drawled as you approached the table. "Don't you look good enough to eat."

You felt your cheeks flush at his words, a shiver running down your spine. "Thank you," you murmured, taking a seat across from him.

He signaled to the barmaid, ordering a round of drinks for both of you. As you sipped your ale, he kept up a steady stream of flirtatious banter, his eyes never leaving your face. The more he talked, the more you found yourself relaxing. Bartolomeo had a charm about him that you hadn’t expected—a mischievous, playful energy that seemed to make everything feel a little less serious. He cracked jokes between stories, using exaggerated gestures that had you laughing, each laugh loosening the tight coil of nerves inside you. You realised he was probably not as bad as others pictured him.

After a few drinks, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "You know why they call me The Cannibal, right?” 

You looked at him like it was obvious “Because you mock people. They hate you for that.” You giggled, already a bit tipsy.

“That too. But I also like eatin’ out pretty girls like you” 

His answer turned you on immediately. You knew you wanted to be one of the mentioned girls. Mainly thanks to the amount of drunk alcohol, you found a courage to give him a seductive answer to his confession. “Do you want to taste me, Barto?”

His grin widened. “I want way more than that, especially after seein’ you in that cute lil outfit of yours” 

“I think ‘s time we get out of here then” he added.

“Where do you want to go?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"My ship. I've got a cabin all ready for us."

You knew once you stepped onto his ship, there would be no turning back. But the desire burning in his eyes was too tempting to resist.

"Let’s go then" you said, trying your best not to sound too excited, though you were, as you knew you were about to get fucked by this man.

He stood up, taking your hand and leading you out into the night. The air was cool against your skin as you made your way down to the docks, Bartolomeo's gaze stopped at your cleavage, chilly breeze mixed with arousal made your nipples stiff. He enjoyed the view and was more than ready to ruin you. And so were you.

As you stepped onto his ship, you felt a thrill of excitement still mixed with a bit of fear. The deck was quiet, the crew nowhere to be seen. Bartolomeo led you down to his cabin, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with tension. 

As he took his coat off, your eyes were drawn to his chest, rippling with muscles beneath his tattooed skin. You couldn’t help but trace your fingers over his abs, feeling them flex under your touch.

Bartolomeo chuckled, catching your hand in his. "Keep touchin’ me like that and I won't be responsible for what happens next."

You bit your lip, feeling a thrill of excitement at his words. "Is that a promise?" you teased, leaning down to press a kiss to his chest.

He groaned, his hand tangling in your hair. "You're playing with fire, little one," he warned, but there was a playful glint in his eyes.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." he growled, his voice low and rough. 

"I want that too," you whispered, stepping closer to him.

He reached out, pulling you against him and claiming your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delved deep, exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands roamed over your body, squeezing and caressing. Your tongue brushing against his sharp fangs as you returned the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your own hands tangling in his hair. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he pushed your crop top up and over your head, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Fuck, look at those tits" he groaned, cupping your breasts in his hands and thumbing your nipples. "I can't wait to taste ‘em."

He pushed you back onto the bed, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples as his hand slid down your body, pushing your shorts down. “Already soakin’ wet for me, huh?”He didn’t bother to take your panties off, he pulled the lace to the side and started playing with your pussy. You gasped as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in tight circles.

"Oh god," you moaned, arching into his touch. "Don't stop."

He chuckled against your breast, his fingers slipping lower, teasing your entrance. "I'm only just gettin’ started."

He pushed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out as his tongue swirled around your nipple. You bucked against his hand, your hips moving in time with his strokes.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, adding a third finger. "I need to stretch this tiny hole well before taking my dick”he whispered to your ear. You could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of his fingers inside you, his mouth on your breasts. He fingered you harder, faster, he was abusing your poor little cunt now with three of his digits. You were writhing beneath him, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Come for me, babe," he commanded. "Let me feel you come all over my fingers."

With a cry of pleasure, your pussy clenched around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. He worked you through it, his fingers never stopping their movements until you collapsed back onto the bed, panting and spent. But he was not done with you. 

You gasped as he buried his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your folds.

"Fuck, you taste divine," he growled, lapping at your juices like a man starved. "Gonna eat this sweet cunt until you're beggin’ for my cock."

His words sent shivers down your spine, your arousal spiking at his crude promises. He feasted on you like a man possessed, his tongue swirling around your clit before thrusting deep inside you. You moaned wantonly, grinding your hips back against his face.

"That's it, cutie," Bartolomeo purred, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. "Ride my face like the desperate slut you are."

He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he fucked you with his tongue. The stimulation was almost too much to bear, pleasure coiling tight in your core. Your hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place as he devoured you.

"Oh god, yes!" you cried out, your thighs trembling as your orgasm approached. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Bartolomeo doubled his efforts, fucking you harder and faster with his tongue. He slipped a hand between your legs, pushing three fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt. The added stimulation sent you hurtling over the edge, your pussy clamping down on his fingers as you came with a scream.

Bartolomeo lapped up your release, prolonging your pleasure until you were boneless and spent. He pulled back, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk.

"Delicious," he purred. “Wanna taste yourself, little slut?" Without waiting for your answer, he forced his fingers in your mouth. The flavor of your juices only heightened your desire.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he growled, freeing his massive cock from his pants. "Gonna pound this pussy until you can't walk straight."

He stood up and with a swift movement, he tugged his pants down, freeing his erection. It springed up, thick and hard and already glistening with precum.

"Fuck, it’s huge" you breathed.

“I’m sure you can take it, sweet little thing” 

You crawled closer to him while still on the bed and looked up at him through your lashes, a coy smile playing on your lips. "I want to taste you, before you ruin me"

Bartolomeo, clearly happy with the offer, rested his hand on your head, his fingers threading through your hair with surprising gentleness. He slid them in slowly, and your breath caught in your throat as his grip tightened, slowly clenching into a fist. He pulled you slightly forward, the strength in his fingers undeniable. It was a moment of raw intensity, and his smirk only deepened as he saw the reaction on your face.

"Careful with your words now, cutie," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You don't want me to get too carried away."

But you didn’t hesitate anymore, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and started sucking gently. Bartolomeo moaned, his hand fisting in your hair as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You bob your head up and down, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you took him deeper and deeper. Bartolomeo's hips thrusted up to meet you, fucking your mouth with no regrets.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. You could feel him getting closer, his cock was pulsing in your mouth as he neared his peak. He pushed you away.

“Slow down, little whore. You don’t want me to come just yet, do you? Fillin’ your sweet mouth with my seed is pretty tempting, but I’d rather finish somewhere else tonight”He leaned down, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss. He notched the thick head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Beg me to split you open on my fat cock."

"Please, Bartolomeo!" you cried out, desperation colouring your tone. "I need you to fuck me hard and deep!"

With a triumphant grin, Bartolomeo spat on you pussy before slamming forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out at the sudden invasion, your walls stretching obscenely around his girth, your nails digging into his back.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good”he grunted, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. "So fuckin’ perfect."

He began to move then, thrusting deep and hard. 

“Gonna destroy this cute lil hole." Bartolomeo grunted, setting a punishing pace. “It’s like it was moulded specially for my cock. So. Fuckin’. Good”The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and groans of pleasure. 

"Harder," you gasped, digging your heels into his ass. "Fuck me harder."

He complied, pounding into you with abandon. You could feel the pressure building inside you again, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

"Come on my cock," he growled, his voice rough with exertion. "I want you to milk my cock, you pretty little slut"

With a scream of ecstasy, you did just that, your pussy clamping down around him as you came harder than you ever had before. He followed soon after, burying himself deep inside you as he spilled his seed, filling you with his hot cum.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty and sated. He rolled off you after a moment, pulling you into his arms and kissing you softly.

"Fuck, that was so good" he murmured, nuzzling your neck. "You're amazing."

You smiled, snuggling into his chest. "So are you," you whispered.

“Don’t you dare even thinkin’ ‘bout fuckin’ anybody else, you’re mine now. I will remind you that as often as it takes” 

“I’m not going to” you smiled “what about you?”

“Hm?” He looked at you, his cocky grin faltered a little.

“You said you liked eating pretty girls out. I might be a bit jealous knowing you have fun with other women” you gave him an innocent look.

“Jealous girl, huh?” His smirk returned with even more intensity “Let me tell you a secret though.” He pulled you closer to his chest “Ain't no one else even comes close to catchin' my attention like you do.”

He held you tight, his hand stroking your hair as you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

[slay00ryu]

hihi may i req ronin with a mc who’s extremely sweet and seem like they wouldn’t even hurt a fly but in secret they’re a devil/demon?

Devil's sweetheart has a secret.

Ronin x Devil in disguise reader.

Trigger warnings: Gore, blood, murder, slight cannibalism, mentions of religious trauma, spoilers for Ronin's story.

This story, just like any other, has a beginning. Aeons ago, when humans were just birthed onto earth and slowly started to build their life on it, there was a being. Being so beautiful, so creative, that modern people would call them a heavenly saint, an angel, but they couldn't be more wrong that they already were.

A being made by the heavens, someone who was given the role of a guard, someone to keep humans and animals alike at peace with each other, to keep life on earth balanced.

Unfortunately, they turned out to be a vile creature, a serpent in angelic body. They craved bloodshed, war and hate. They didn't fulfill their duties, no, they sabotaged them. Told humans to hunt animals, then persuaded them to fight amongst themselves.

The sight of fresh blood being spilled, bodies completely desecrated, left on the ground, cut open and bleeding. That was like a reward for them.

A reward for all the time they wasted on being a saint.

The heavens were blind, no other being turned to see what was happening in their playground, they didn't hear the calls for help from slaughtered humans.

And they used it as a opportunity, an opportunity to move even further, to cross the line no one has even dreamed of crossing.

One faithful evening they sneaked around one of the grass fields. Grass bending under their feet, cold air caressing their face, like a lover biding farewell before they would be gone forever. The wind was slow, calm, like a lullaby.

They looked around the field, eyes scanning the area until they landed on something, or someone. Their mouth formed into a twisted grin, an expression so sick it's impossible to even imagine it.

A human.

A lonely man, the only person who never gave in to the murderous ways of other humans, his sense of justice, how he called it, was unbending and unchanging. He's the only human loyal to his morals, that's precisely why he was the perfect victim.

The perfect victim to their first step into oblivion.

With a rock held in their hands, hidden behind their back, they approached the man. Their steps slow, calculated, no match to the excitement and adrenaline rushing through their body. Their blood was hot in their veins, burning them from the inside like fire. The images in their mind craving to become reality,

"What do you want?" The man asked, his stare cold, tone accusatory, he always saw right through them, observed them, the way they were destroying humanity. He despised them, and they loved it. Nothing was more beautiful than the hate, the feeling that could be a murderous weapon if used well.

"Oh, me? Can't a guard perform their duties?" They answered, their tone teasing. Their grip around the stone stronger as they stopped themselves from attacking him, at least for now.

"You're no guard, nor are you performing your duties." He turned around on his heel. "I don't have time for this."

That was a mistake on his part.

When he was walking away, they ran towards him. Their hands, gripping the stone, in air, perfectly in sight for the heavens to watch as they bring their selfish desires to life.

The stone, gray and mundane, soon tainted crimson, as the man fell to the ground with a loud thud. There was no fear, no remorse for their actions. They were satisfied, holding down their laughter as they crouched down.

They looked down on the dead man, his skull damaged, bleeding, crushed.

"Beautiful." They murmured to themselves, wearing a truly horrendous expression they moved their fingers around the opened wound, letting the blood mixed with brain get on their fingers, as they raised they hand and looked at the blood dripping from it.

"Thank you for this treat, justice seeker." They whispered.

Iron in their mouth, oh how sweet the blood was, truly an addictive substance. They felt more starved with every new drop of blood landing on their tongue.

They couldn't enjoy this meal for too long.

Their last meal as a being seen as perfect, full of innocence and love.

The heavens seen what they did, upset, agitated, heavens banished the being. Calling them a demon, a beast, a blood thirsty monster. the heavens were the ones to give them this name, they were the ones who made them find a dark corner in the depths of earth.

The heavens were the ones who helped them find hell.

Ronin was walking down the street, under the night's sky, whistling under his breath as his eyes scanned the area around him. His partner was offline so he decided to go out for a small hunt.

Ah yes, his partner.

Y/N, the walking definition of innocence and holiness. Or that's how you chose to present yourself, Ronin could swear that he saw something in your eyes, that glint of mischief. It caught his attention, caught it so much that he was in too deep now, you had him wrapped around your finger, or maybe it was the other way around?

Ronin saw how easy you were to bend under his influence, from a little innocent writer who could never kill a fly you turned into someone intoxicated at the sight of blood or his pretty little kills, the more gruesome the better.

From the day he first call, he felt intrigued by you, by that sweetly sick smile, by how someone so innocent could search or ask about things like those. You're not a murderer after all, so why would you need that knowledge?

Well, he was about to find out how wrong he was about you.

As Ronin turned to enter purgatory, his very own alley, he heard weird noises. Noises like torn flesh? He followed the sound, he heard giggling, wet flesh being torn apart, then blood dripping to the floor and loud chewing? Maybe a cannibal graced his alley with their presence? That would be a possibility, well at least until he saw the supposed cannibal.

There was nothing unusual about them at first, at least until he noticed the long thin tail with a spiky end shaped like a diamond that swung from side to side, like a dog's tail when the animal is excited. Next thing he noticed were the horns, tall and spiky, bent at the ends.

Something about that person felt familiar, in all that beast like behaviour, all that inhumane way of looking, he felt like the were someone he knows.

Then they snapped their head towards him in a sudden motion. They scanned the area, unable to find him. He used that to look at their face, and then it clicked.

That being, it's you.

This beast-like person, it's you. You're crouching on the ground, mouth, arms and clothes covered in deep red. You were feasting on a human in his alley.

"Hah, so that's why you always seemed so fucked up." He announced himself, leaving the shadows, approaching you. Crowbar slung over his shoulders in that scarecrow like pose.

You looked at him, your unnaturally coloured and glowing eyes widening when you saw him. He could practically read your mind; Fuck why is he here now?!

"Ro..." You started and then paused, dropping your blood stained hands to your lap.

At first he thought that your expression would be one of fear, but no. You looked absolutely ecstatic, excited to be found out. You stood up, took one of his arms and pulled it towards yourself so you could guide his hand to cup your cheek.

"Aren't I beautiful Ronin? Aren't I a brutally sweet creature?" Your expression was one of insanity mixed with eagerness.

You wanted to hear how beautiful your gruesome nature is, how thrilling your inhumane features one.

Ronin's mouth formed into a grin as he looked down on you, his eyes focusing on your as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Oh my devilish darling, you're so breathtaking, all stained in blood and enthusiastic about it." He said. "What are you, a devil sent here to consume the world and destroy humanity?" Ronin titled his head to the said.

Your expression turned into one of dissatisfaction after his question.

"Why is it with humans thinking that hell cares about you all? That place is not even close to how you all imagine it... well maybe the fire and bloodshed matches." You sighed with a scowl. "But circles? Royalty? Don't make me laugh, there's no Lucifer, no princes of hell, just demons and sinner alike fighting for eternity."

"Oh? Then who are you? A sinner, or a demon?" He let the crowbar fell to the ground with a thud. His now free hand finding your horn, caressing it as he looked into your eyes, oh that made it harder to focus, your breath hitched.

"Just the one all of you call Lucifer, Satan or the Devil. I'm none of the above tho, just Y/N, the first fallen angel, first to kill a human a create war." Their smile was twisted. "Your little devilish lover, here to consume your human, claim your soul and all of the blood you offer to me."

Ronin cackled at that. "Oh, you're so bold my rotten darlin'. Claiming my soul? You're so adorable like that." Ronin, the cocky bastard with a shit-eating grin, he found your words the most adorable thing ever. You can be the devil, but you're still The Butcher's darling and nothing changed that.

Guys I somehow love this story very much and I may consider working on the devil reader more if the public demands it!

There's so much about my brutal sweetheart that I could write but maybe in the future teehee <3

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"Why would I cheat on you if we aren't even dating...yet"

call summary ⋆ ★ when one fateful night, their nightly dreams have turned into horrifying nightmares. how dare you cheat on them in their dreams....especially since you guys aren't even dating yet.

pairings *. * · ot5 x fem! reader (headcanons + little stories)

genre ⋆ ★ pure insane crack, maybe fluff idk

warnings *. * · cursing, the boys being immensely stupid and the reader being really really confused. mentions of cheating (duh), this is supposed to be a lighthearted, long asf with a lot of nonsense, bad grammar lol (unedited), cannibalism in taehyun's (as a joke 🤣) really bad jokes, cursing

call duration ⋆ ★ 6.7k (Each member is like 1.5k or more)

a/n*. * You would think that I was drunk or on drugs while writing this...I'm not even legal enough 😭 also sorry for how short Soobin's was, I didn't realize until I finished everyone's also this sucks ass but whateva 😜. Also for Hyuka I swear I don't act like this, everything is a joke, I swear please don't come for me, I'm normal and sane.

Soobin ˚ · • . ° .

✭ I think that he would have this dream after spending a whole day with you alone, and his own feelings are starting to get to him 💀

✭ Like he's had a humongous crush on you for over 5 years but he'd rather die than tell you so his own feelings were done with him and your oblivious ass

✭ So what do they do? They take it into their own hands by sending him a dream of you cheating on him with Yeonjun 😈

He was in a grocery store, filled with...groceries. Soobin was confused, didn't he just go to bed? Looking around him he notices that it was daytime, but no one was in the shop so he just decides to leave, wanting to go back home. And for some reason right when he goes outside there's a huge billboard of you, standing out the entrance almost like it was waiting for him. Looking around, he finds a bunch of butterflies flying around, but why do the butterflies look like you? Observing closer, he finds that the trees look like you, and so do the plants, the sun, the houses, the grass, the sky, the pavement, literally everything looks like you. Taking another look at the billboard-you, he finds out that you were asking him to follow you, which he obviously does. Your huge billboard-self takes him into your own house which was upside-down for some reason but Soobin doesn't care, he was just excited to see you...the real you, not the billboard-version that practically show-cased all of your pores from how much the board enlarged your face.

Going inside your house, he finds a bakery in the kitchen but he pays no mind to it, instead going into your bedroom. And right when opens the room, guess what he finds? You kissing a very ugly picture of Yeonjun. That's right you weren't even smooching Yeonjun, you were kissing a picture of him. Totally this one. Closing the door, he runs out the house, only to see what he saw in that room, plastered everywhere like a nightmare. Sobbing out loud he tries to run away but then that picture of Yeonjun chases him down, getting bigger and bigger every meter that it slides across the floor. Soobin thought he saw the worst of it until he accidentally stepped on something that shoots him into the sky like a rocket, a seat belt already making sure that he doesn't jump off. Flying all the way to space, Soobin soon finds out the grim reality of why he was sent all the way up there. It was so he could see the whole world mold into that horrible scene he saw in your house. And then....

✭ He wakes up, covered in sweat, with tears streaking down his cheeks which he wipes away quickly, the dream slowly settling in him

✭ Also I did put a link above of the picture you were smooching, just in case if you glossed over it

✭ He just scoffs, side-eyeing the picture of him and Yeonjun that was taped on the wall, and he's just muttering curses at the poor man while lying in bed

✭ How the hell is Yeonjun better than him? Especially that photo? literally thinking about it sends shivers down his spine

✭ But now at this point he starts to get insecure. Do you actually like Yeonjun?

✭ Yet he doesn't know that you actually like him instead but shhh he'll find that out later

✭ So the next day, he finds out that you've invited him out again and he's feeling mixed emotions. Should he be happy or not?

✭ But he still goes ofc, and for the whole day he's really pouty. Yk how his mouth just naturally goes in that pout? Yeah, but imagine that 10x more pouty.

✭ You obviously notice but you don't say anything, just quietly observing him, eyebrows and question marks rising when he (not) subtly hints about you having a crush on Yeonjun.

✭ "Sooo how well does Yeonjun treat you huh?"

✭ "Soobin what???"

✭ And finally the day ends with a movie night/sleepover at your place, and by then he's forgotten the dream and he's enjoying his day out with you. Giggling at all your words and being a huge gentleman and all.

✭ But then you guys arrive at your apartment and his mood goes sour all over again.

✭ He's even half expecting the same scenario to replay again and that damn (cute) pout is back again

✭ You set up the room and all, getting popcorn and snacks so you could settle next to Soobin, who just snuggles into your blanket...awww :(

✭ Noticing the pout on his face, you take the chance to ask him about it.

"Are you okay Soobin?" He just narrows his eyes at you, pulling the blanket up to his face, and hiding it away from your curious look. "DoyoulikeYeonjunorsomething?" "Uh, what, you said that to fas-" "Do you like Yeonjun?" He says it so sternly that you're back is suddenly straightened, nervously chuckling at him. "Er no, why?" He starts to get more irritated, not at you, but at something...he doesn't know who either. But that anger makes him spit out something that you would never expect from him in a million years. "Then why did you cheat on me with Yeonjun, and in my dreams too, what did I ever do to you?" You're left frozen, shocked at his exclamation as you watch him seriously look away. "C-cheat? in your dreams? Binnie, we're not even together yet" You scratch your cheek, blushing and laughing at his bewildered face. Oh god how could he forget, you guys weren't even together. "Oh n-no I'm so sorry I–wait–yet?" You just smile at him, taking his hands into yours, "Unless you don't want to"

✭ 'Till this day he doesn't know if what he said was the best thing he's said in his life or not

✭ You still bring it up of course, even after you're together with him, I mean it's a great story to tell your kids

Yeonjun ˚ · • . ° .

✭ Oh this cocky, dramatic  mf

✭ There were probably no reasons for this nightmare, it just happened, maybe because it's been days since he's seen you?

"Yeonjun hahaha" He groggily wipes his eyes, turning around in his...bed? Wait, that didn't feel like his bed. He tries to open his lids but it's in vain, so he just lays there, breathing heavily. "Junnie wakeee up, lookie here" the voice he hears is so near but far and it instills a feeling of comfort as he smiles, giggling along with the voice "I can't (Y/n)ieeee, i can't open my eyes'' He starts to sob once he realizes who he was responding to. He was talking to his love of his life, he can't be seen like this. Trying to physically open his eyes with his hands, he tugs and pinches yet it doesn't happen. "Open your eyes' ' he cries, and ta-da it opens. "Oh." Looking around he notices that he was actually sleeping on a huge bowl of cotton candy and that he was a roll away from falling to his death. Scurrying away, he calls for your name.

"(Y/n)! Where are you?" He soon finds out that he's able to stand and not fall down. Toeing slowly around, he finds a ladder that leads up. Grabbing the second step so he could pull himself up, he suddenly finds himself at the top, where a huge mist covered the path in front of him. Hearing familiar sniggers, he calls for your name happily. "Hey (Y/n), I'm right here, gosh this stupid mist" Flapping the strange fog away, he notices a figure in the distance. "Hi! Do you know where my beautiful (Y/n)-oh hi (Y/n) I've been looking for you, where were you at?" He smiles at you. "Oh me? I was with this handsome boy" Pulling a boy from thin air, Yeonjun squints his eyes at the intruder, feeling envy flow through his veins, before gasping. "You've been with Beomgyu!?" Without even answering his question you tug 'Beomgyu', planting a kiss on his lips. Yeonjun, who feels like he's going through a heart attack, stumbles backward not realizing that he was at the edge. But apparently Beomgyu does. "Goodbye Yeonjun, your girlfriend is mine muahahah" extending his arms, he lets out a small squirrel (that looks coincidentally looks like Taehyun) to push him off.

✭ And then he wakes up screaming

✭ "What the-" he gags once realizing what his dream was about and immediately pulls off the covers, getting up, and trying not to be blinded by the sunlight peeking through his curtains

✭ His whole body is like disgusted and revolted yet he feels his ego decrease a lot

✭ How the hell is Beomgyu your lover...and you allow it too??? What is wrong with you

✭ Grabbing his phone, he finds out that you've made plans with all of his friends (which were all of urs too) and you were asking him to come too.

✭' If you've invited all of his friends, which means you've asked for B-B-Beomgyu *gags* 🤢 to come along too' he thinks

✭ After that, of course he was going to come, I mean how would he let his girlfriend hang out with someone that broke the bro-code

✭ He obviously has to save you from his wrath 🙄

✭ We all know that Yeonjun loves to dress up to the nines, which he does but it also looks like he's the groom of a wedding

✭ "Yeonjun-hyung, why are you dressed like that?" Beomgyu snickers as you all go to pick him up

✭ "Shut up B-B-Beomgyu *gags*...oh hey! (Y/n) do you like my fit?" He's like a little puppy when he sees you, pure eyes lighting up, and everyone literally groans. They all know, except for you.

✭ The whole time his eyes are on Beomgyu, afraid that he was going to land his nasty hands on you and whenever he was going to, Yeonjun is always there to push him out the way, sweet-talking you away from that menace

✭ At first Beomgyu thought it was funny and all that, like how Yeonjun was getting so worked up over him placing a hand on you, like hahaha but now it's really annoying

✭ And Beomgyu being Beomgyu he blurts it out

"Yeonjun-hyung what is your problem, why do you keep pushing me...is it because of (Y/n)?" Even if Beomgyu was on the edge of a cliff, hanging on for dear life, he would never-I mean never- miss a chance to push Yeonjun's buttons. "Oh shut up, you don't understand, you never will!" Beomgyu just raises his eyebrows, whistling while you and others were quite shocked from his outburst. "Yeonjun calm down, we're in the middle of a restaurant" you pat his arm, trying to calm him down which somewhat works and he's just left in a glaring mess. Yet Beomgyu wasn't satisfied with his daily enjoyment of annoying Yeonjun. "What do you mean that I won't understand, does it have to do with her?" He cocks his head towards you, and you quickly start to panic, Yeonjun starts to tremble with anger under your arms. "Yeonjun no-"

"Your fucking ass stole my girl...you made (Y/n) cheat on me with you out of all people!" The whole restaurant goes quiet at his loud loud yell and people who were passing the place also stop. You couldn't even let yourself be flustered under all the audience, mouth hanging open at Yeonjun who glances at you sadly. "Wait hold up, Yeonjun you're dating (Y/n), why hasn't no one told me?" Hyuka is the first one to break the silence, gripping Taehyun's arm from all the drama. "N-no I haven't been dating Yeonjun, I don't think I've been with Beomgyu...like that either" Looking back at Yeonjun, you notice that he's gone frigid, pupils large and distant. Seems so he just realized what he's let out. "I-huh?" He splutters like a car engine and you awkwardly rub his back, smiling endearingly. "Where did you hear that Junnie?" You softly ask him, shooting daggers at Beomgyu who looked like he was going to laugh, slouching down promptly from your look, instead opting to shoo away the weird glances of the other customers. "Don't make fun of me" The others intently listen, watching you nod at him. "It was in my dreams" "Oh."

✭ I'm pretty sure you can guess what happened after that

✭ Beomgyu starts laughing at him which you chuckle too cause you can't help it blah blah blah

✭ But then you also reveal that you like him back too, which he's soooo happy for

✭ Beomgyu's never gonna live this down omg

Beomgyu ˚ · • . ° .

✭ He's probably gonna get extremely (10x) sad and annoyed even though you two aren't dating

✭ You guys prolly already act like a couple, yk lovey-dovey, and you guys have def kissed once in the past...anyways

✭ Sidenote he fell asleep when watching megamind when this dream happened, all while he was thinking about you, idk he just always has you in his mind

Eyes opening immediately he finds himself in the middle of the air...just floating. "What the hell? ''Moving his arms around, he swishes around like a gasping fish straight out from the water. He was starting to not like the dream. "Oh my god it's Bear-man, look look" Shooting his head down, he gasps cause he sees little bitty kids staring at him with their fingers pointed at him. And of course Beomgyu gets offended by this, so he points back at them, ready to unleash the motor that was stored in the back of his mouth. "Oi did your parents ever tell you that it was rude to point, shoo shoo stupid kids' '. Once they leave he moves his arms and feet like he was doing breaststroke, slowly but surely moving in the air. Something in his guts was directing him towards the city park, which he strangely knew about and it didn't take him long to reach the place, yet he was huffing and puffing in exhaustion. Looking around, he sees a tall building that was reflecting a man in a bear suit just floating around. Wait a second, that was him!

Swimming closer to the building to take a closer look at himself, a sudden flash of blue spins him around and faces him towards the tallest structure there...which was a building of Kai in that weird airplane uniform. "Hey who was that, I'll fight you!" He starts to swing and punch in every direction, even ducking invisible hits. "Ahhhh Gyu help me, help me!" Freezing up like a thick block of ice momentarily because of the sweet voice, Beomgyu snaps out of his daze "(Y/n), what happened are you ok!?" Taking his right hand up to his forehead, he tries to look around for you. "(Y/n) I'll save you, just tell me where you are!?" "I'm on top of Huening Kai's eye, Beomgyu!" "Oh ok!" Not letting a moment go to waste, he starts to freestyle all the way up to his friend's face and as closer as he got he was able to see your tied up figure. Stopping only a few meters away from you, he quickly finds out that there's a force field of some-sorts, stopping him from entering. "Oh no!" he howls, pounding on the invisible barrier. "It's alright Bear-man, we all know how weak you are, I'll save you (Y/n)" A familiar voice from behind him calls out, and he sees the same flash of blue again before the 'wall' in front him breaks and the mysterious man, fast as light zooms in towards you side. "Who are you? and why are you blue...wait hold up, Taehyun?!" Yes indeed the blue man was Taehyun who also had a very large forehead, but that didn't matter to Beomgyu the moment that Taehyun released you from the ropes and gasped you in his chest. "Get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend, Taehyun!" Beomgyu growls, lifting up his fists. "Lol no" and then he pulls you in for a kiss.

✭ Beomgyu wakes up, like literally jolts up from his bed

✭ He has no words at all, he's just in his bed contemplating if he either should just kill himself, kill Taehyun or do both

✭ He cannot believe that Taehyun would betray him like that

✭ I fully believe that out the five boys, he would be the most delusional with this dream, like he would fully fully believe that the dream was a sign

✭ And since the dream version of him said that you were his girlfriend, you were also his gee f here too

✭ The first thing he would do is that he would go to your apartment complex or house idk whatever you live in

✭ He's not gonna even brush his teeth or take a shower...he just gets out of bed puts his shirt back on and just walks to your house, which was the next house over

✭ He just wanted to be reassured that's all (and also to make sure that the dream wasn't real and that Taehyun wasn't at your house)

✭ You've prolly have known 💣🧪 (bombgoo) for like your whole life so you're not even surprised when he shows up at your door and ofc you let him in

✭ The first thing he does is look around your house for any remnants of that bastard and you just let him–mind you it's like 7 am so your tired and you just flop onto the couch so you continue your slumber

✭ And when he doesn't find anything he goes back into the living room to see you sleeping and since he's also tired he just lays on top of you to go to sleep, curling his arms around you which you also reciprocate making him smile against your cheek.

✭ But right when he's about drift away to la la land the doorbell rings, waking him up

✭ He almost leaves the person outside but he decides not to so he gets up again and goes to open the door

✭ and guess who he sees when he opens the door

✭ It's Taehyun who looks at him with surprise (and with a knowing look) holding your jacket in between his hands

✭ "Can you give this to (Y/n), she left this at my house"

✭ The only thing Beomgyu sees is red, but he takes a deep breath and takes the jacket from Taehyun's hands and then slams the door in his face

"Gyu who was that?" you mumble from your position on the couch, barely lifting your head to see a scowling Beomgyu. "Taehyun'' he grumbles, "He came to give you back the jacket that you left at his house, say why were you at his house?" "I had a project with him to finish, I'll text him thanks later...come back to the couch, I miss your warmth, it's really cold". As much as he tries he could never stay mad at you, so he cracks a tiny smile, fulfilling your requests, and pulling you into his arms once again. The comfortable silence ensues before Beomgyu, who is reduced to his own annoyance towards the other man, speaks up. "So you just went to Taehyun's place because you had a project right?" You nod into his chest, eyes fluttering open at his odd question.

"Why what’s wrong?". He just shrugs, "Are you sure it wasn't for anything else?". "Uh no, what else would I be doing?" you nervously chuckle at him, staring at him as he looks around your house, avoiding your eyes. "I dunno, maybe cheat on me" he quietly whispers and you would've almost missed his words if you weren't so enamored with the boy that looked like he was going to dissolve into your couch. "Cheat?...Gyu, I would never cheat on you, I love you too much to do that, you're the only boy in my eyes." You were a tad bit confused but you played along, taking the boy's face in your hands. "Really?" Laughing at his lightened eyes, you mumble a yes, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "But...y'know we aren't dating yet right?"

✭ He almost fell off from the couch in surprise...wdym you guys weren't datin-oh

✭ Anyways whatever, he just shrugs it off with a huge grin on his face before explaining why he thought what he did

✭ And yes you found it endearing and you wanted to tease him but you couldn't so you just resort to placing tiny kisses all over his face

✭ He doesn't even question what you said above, yk about loving him and all

✭ You guys live happily ever after 🙃

Taehyun ˚ · • . ° .

✭ I'm thinking that he'll be the second most chill out of the five in this situation like he's still sad and irritated and all that but he knows what's real and what's not (somewhat)

✭ But that still doesn't mean that this his love for you doesn't make him forget and fall into the deep pool of delusions 🤷‍♀️

✭ Like oh em gee, I don't think you understand how powerful you are...you made the Taehyun delulu

✭ Also he's prolly gonna be the most embarrassed too, the others have little to no shame

✭ And ofc he has the most normal dream...I think

The loud sound of screeching wakes Taehyun up from his beauty sleep, who just grumbles at the sound, rolling around to turn off the alarm. Except when he flails his hands around in a sleep-induced phase, he finds nothing on his bedside table, forcing him to lift an eye up. "Where is my-what the fuck" Lifting his lower body up with concern, he spots a chicken that was drinking a bottle of sprite while screaming its head off. Getting tired of the noise quickly, Taehyun gets out of bed to pick up the animal so he could put it outside. Yet before his hands even touch the thing, you come bursting out the closet a bunch of other chickens following right behind you, letting out a sound of astonishment once you meet Taehyun's flabbergasted but infatuated eyes. "Tae what are you doing in my room?" "Your room?" He parrots, a small nip on his arm reminding him that he is holding a chicken, which he doesn't remember picking up? "Yeah my room" Suddenly you look past him and he follows your sight, and oh my you are right, he is in your room...but how? He swears that he was just in his place? Looking around skittishly, he catches your curious eyes, making him cough at how adorable you looked even though you were in your pajamas. "Um sorry about that, I don't even know why I am in your room?" You pat his cheek and he blushes under your touch. "You're fine, let's go to school, I think we're getting late!" "To school? I'm not even my uniform yet" He panics sending you into puzzlement once more. "What do you mean, you're already dressed up?" Looking down he notices that indeed he was already wearing his school uniform! "How?" Purely dumbfounded he just nods, wiping away the sweat that was starting to pour down his face. "Why are you acting so weird today?" You snicker, but mumble sorry's at your tease.

Grasping the door-handle to your closet, you open the door and slowly walk back into the darkness. "See you late Tae! and go straight to the cafe to look for the huge poster" Shooting finger guns at Taehyun, you close the door on his face, leaving behind. "Wait (Y/n)" Trying to grasp the same handle, he finds it gone without a trace. Glancing around, his eyes go to target the second door in the room; the actual entrance. Clutching the metal handle, he swings open the door, which for some reason leads into the chemistry lab. Closing the door behind him politely, he runs out of the lab, remembering your words about finding the cafeteria. And who was Taehyun if he ever forgot your words. Taking corners left and right, he doesn't recollect the hallways being this long or the cafe being this far but it doesn't matter and he soon reaches his destination. Stretching his neck, he looks around for the said poster but he doesn't even find it and after surveying the lunchroom over ten times, he lets it go, opting to sit down. But he doesn't even have a chance, cause the moment he sat his butt down, you called out his name with great joy. "Taehyun lookie here, this is the poster I was talking about!" Turning around swiftly, he watches as a huge roll of paper unravels itself over the staircase, revealing the hidden image that it was hiding. "Look, it's me and Kai, aren't we so cute!" you squeal while Taehyun stares at the picture in fear and envy. You two were cuddling on what seemed like his bed, while you gave a huge kiss to the boy's lips. "Oh no! I didn't secure the poster right!" He hears Huening Kai say somewhere in the distance, before looking forward again...only to be met with the giant paper breaking free from its clips and falling right towards Taehyun.

✭ Taehyun didn't stay asleep long enough to see what happened next

✭ He wasn't really sure how he was feeling, he didn't know if he was supposed to feel betrayed or not over a 'stupid' dream like this (btw he did feel stabbed in the back fkjhfuaisjfn)

✭ He knew that the dream he had was just a figment of his imagination but he couldn't help look around for a random rooster or chicken in his room before getting ready for school

✭ yadda yadda he's already at school and going to his classes when he spots you and Kai by the lockers chatting and giggling with each other

✭ And just couldn't help feel slightly jealous ughhh

✭ But him being Taehyun he ignores it, anyways he's the one that has first period with you, not Huening Kamal Kai

✭ Sitting at your desk, you feel a wave of butterflies as Taehyun smiles at you when he sits next to you, so you obviously smile back which also leads to Taehyun's guts being blended up inside him

✭ Gosh your so cute that he wants to pocket you and grill you alive

✭ I'm guessing that if you guys weren't that close he wouldn't even dare say what he was thinking right now

✭ But luckily you are sheeeshshhdihfs

"(Y/n)?" He stares at you snap back into reality while you were just staring into blank space, humming questioningly at your name. "Do you like Kai, you can tell me, I won't judge" He shakes his hands at you and you scrunch your nose at him, chuckling at his antics. "Not at all, I honestly see him as a brother, why? what's with the sudden question, did someone start spreading rumors again?" "Er no, I was just curious" He slowly nods at you, flashing his usual grin for comfort. "Ok...I um actually like someone else" Straightening his back faster than you can say love, he looks at you with a glint that you've never seen before. "Really? who?" You smirk, "You'll find out soon". He raises eyebrows and rolls his eyes, muttering alright before looking towards the side, humming a soft tune. When he first met you, he quickly found out that you liked leaving him in suspense, whether it was intentionally or not. His mind wanders back to the dream.

Should he tell you? Would you find him weird and if you did were you going to start avoiding him? What if-"A penny for your thoughts?" You sigh, staring at him through the corner of your eyes, amusedly watching his startled face. Gulping timidly, he decides to tell you, he just couldn't hold it in anymore! "So theoretically what if someone you knew had a dream about you cheating on them with another close friend, asking for a friend? '' He tugs at the collar of his shirt, anxiously watching your face go through a variant of emotions. You weren't dumb, nope not stupid at all, so you definitely knew that ‘his friend' was actually him and god were you freaking out inside. But it wouldn't hurt to tease. "So the friend saw me cheating on them with another friend, I didn't know I had a secret admirer" you poke Taehyun who scrambles so he could defend what he meant. "No what I meant is-you know what never mind, you already know what I mean" he grumbles, ducking his head back into his arm, trying to cover up the slight blush. "No need to be shy, I like you too" you lean down to whisper into his ear, and he accidentally lets out a squeak. And you push your body even closer, "And I promise not to cheat on our 'actual' relationship".

✭ He's the color of a flamingo now

✭ It's official to say that Taehyun is currently the luckiest and happiest man in the world

✭ But he's still really embarrassed, like he couldn't even look you in the eye after that for a couple of days

✭ And it still haunts him in his nightmares

Huening Kai ˚ · • . ° .

✭ He's prolly the calmest in this situation

✭ He got this nightmare when he spotted you and Soobin talking about anime without him 💔 💔💔

✭ He also probably fell asleep next to you and Soobin while everyone was watching a movie at his house...also it's safe to say that you're really really comfy like his plushies

Huening Kamal Kai felt like he was in heaven. Surrounding him were millions and billions of plushies of many kinds, especially the Sanrio ones. Funny story: he actually never liked Sanrio until he met you, his cute obsession after you won him a dozen of hello kitty and My Melody plushies at an arcade. Easily the best night ever. Rolling around in happiness, he stops along an oddball of a plushie, furrowing his eyebrow and trying to figure out what it was before a lightbulb clicked in his head. It was you in a plushie form! "Awww how cute!" Holding the little plushie up, he brings it up to his chest, snuggling it into the crook of his neck. Flapping right back down, he fights the urge to scream and squeal and he almost wishes that he would never leave, but then how would he see the real you? Sighing with content he suddenly starts to hear strange music echoing, and it seems that it's coming from the far side of the plushies. Picking himself up, he drags the stuffed version of you, ready to explore with great interest. "Who's there?" he tries, but it's to no avail, it's just the music that responds back but this time it has a familiar tune. "Hey, I know that song!" Looking down at the stuffy in his hand he continues on, "It's from (Y/n)'s favorite anime, wait maybe she's with the music !" Struggling to pick up the pace and exclaim his sorry to the many faces of stuffed animals he was stepping on, but there was no time to waste. "(Y/n)ieeee are you there?"

Receiving no response doesn't make him lose hope instead it just fuels his drive to find you more. Feeling like he was running for hours, he finally spots a tiny radio amidst all the fluff making him stop. The source of the music was found but (Y/n) was nowhere to be seen. Bending down to take a closer look at the machine, he decides to turn it off, it was starting to get annoying. But right when he does that, a door emerges from the plushies, a pink and white door, right next to Hyuka's feet. "Huh?" He leans down once more to tug on the knob which magically turns into a rainbow, yet it doesn't let him enter or even open the door. Puzzled, he knocks on the door, but it still doesn't open, instead choosing to send out a small hole that was similar to the (Y/n) in his hand. 'Oh should I put her in here?' Thinking, he chooses to push you into the hole and then only does the door open for him, letting a gust of wind swish his blonde hair. A strong magnetic force swiftly pulls him inside and shuts the door behind him, leaving him in a total dark room, contrasting the place he was just in. "Hello? is anyone-oh!" A sudden flash of bright light booms in front of him before a whole explosion pushes him onto his feet. Shocked, he stays on the ground, silently staring at the multitude of ignitions of color when something from the corner of his eye, makes him jump in surprise. "Is that Soobin as Gojo?!" He screams, rubbing his eyes to make sure what he saw was 'real'. "Oh my god is that Jogo, are they fighting?!" squawking like a hawk, he ogles with big doe eyes, literally rewatching the same intense fight that he saw in the anime. Except this time, when Soobin as Gojo won, out came you in what seemed like a hashira uniform. "(Y/n) why are you wearing a hashira uniform, are you really a hashira?" He excitedly waves towards you but frowns when you ignore him, looking right at Soobin with a dorky smile. "Hi my pookieicious, anime weeb, baka lalala, sugamama, deadchi, haikyuu, iwa-chan boy, I'm so happy you beat that Haisha (Loser).

Clenching your fists, you bring them to yourselves only to tug on Soobin's sleeve so you could place a chaste kiss on his lips. And all Huening Kai could do is just watch in complete horror, he wasn't even focused on the part where you called Soobin weird ass names, he had eyes on the part where you kissed him! "Of course my baby grill!" Soobin laughs like an old man and this is where Kai has enough, coughing loud enough to catch yours and Soobin's attention. "(Y/n) what are you doing hanging out with Soobin?! Are you cheating on me?! Why? He doesn't even like Megumi! What person doesn't like Megumi?!" Sending a flurry of words, Kai stands in the dark, ready to burst into tears. "I don't like Megumi either" You bounce your shoulders, and look right at Soobin again. "Ew who are you and what did you do to my (Y/n)?! Didn't you claim that Megumi was your husband the other day? I was actually going to change my hair so it would look like his, please I love you (Y/n)!" Consumed by terror, Huening Kai doesn't notice Soobin's hands producing some weird energy, and when he does it was too late to run away from. "Nooooo!" Kai screams once hit, flying through the air. "Nooo-"

✭ "Kai wake up!"

✭ "Noooo-huh?", oh shit am I in heaven?" Dw he's not, he just saw your face and thought you were an angel oops

✭ "Nope, you were just having a nightmare" he doesn't notice but you're trying really really hard to not let a single giggle slip from your mouth

✭ "Oh." Looking around he finds the rest of the boys sleeping in like weird positions but he doesn't even question it but for some reason one of them (Beomgyu) lets out a snore that sounded like it was a mixture between a screaming cat and a choking rat...I wonder why huh

✭ I fully support the idea that Kai doesn't tell you about the nightmare but yk he's still feeling jealousy especially at Soobin's head on your shoulder, and he was smiling too, that fucking toe-sucker

✭ "Are you ok?" you asks, ruffling his head and he just nervously lets out a small gasp, wondering how your the most prettiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on

✭ "Yeah I'm fine, I just need some water" "Ok let's gaur"

✭ He's confused about why you're coming with him but whatever, and being the gentleman he is, he helps you get out from the tangled mess of blankets, and he's holding your hand too jdshflueghhfuweh :(

Walking to the kitchen with hands interlocked with Kai was something you would've never expected but it was least to say that it was enjoyable. With his little skips and his hands swinging yours, it sent your love sensor into a frenzy and your heart feeling like you were racing in a marathon. Though Kai on the other hand, tried hard to not faint in your arms. God you looked so adorable with your nonsensical giggles at his stupid jokes and your pure smiles that you flashed in his way. The kitchen was obviously not far, so when you arrive, you guys make a straight bee-line to the fridge, grabbing your respective glasses. "So Kai, what was your nightmare about?" You breathe, intently watching him go pink in the face. Biting his tongue so he doesn't let out a shameful smile, he replies back with a lie. "I dunno, I forgot to be honest". He didn't like lying to you but he had no other choice...if you ever found out, he'd like to be run over by car so he would never have to face you again.

"Let's stay in the kitchen for a while, I don't want to go back to those idiots" Kai grins at your words, and was going to say a bright "ok" at your suggestion before he was rudely interrupted by one of the boys by their groan? Their snoring? Their mutter? The air fell into a comfortable silence yet Huening Kai was going through an internal turmoil. 'Why would you cheat on him?' Looking back at a sleeping Soobin he receives another question. "Do you still like Megumi?" You let out a confused hum. "Do you still like Megumi... 'cause I know that you were rambling about him being your husband or whatever?" he rumbles. "Yeah I do but I think his hair is mid, not the best hairstyle I've ever seen, I like blonde hair better" "Oh ok" his cheeks were starting to hurt from how hard he had to stop himself from smiling. Guess who had blonde hair, him! 'Wait Soobin also has blonde hair...' and his mood goes downhill again. "Um also I don't like Soobin, nor would I ever cheat on you" He almost has the audacity to just agree with you, and he almost does until your words mock him again in his mind. "Wait what-I" He stutters, taken aback by your choice of words. "I didn't know you sleep-talked Hyuka" You sigh, walking closer to him while he just remains frozen in shock. "You heard everything?" He weakly mutters, laughing to himself slowly, mentally preparing for himself to get rejected. "You know I can't cheat on you if we aren't dating, but...we can change that if you want" Practically cornering him against the wall, gleefully observing him changing colors like a chameleon. "Seriously?" "I've liked you since fifth grade, of course," Taking his dizzy smile as an invitation, you capture his lips into a kiss.

✭ You wanna guess why there were flashes of light in your guy's direction

✭ "Gosh Hyuka that was like the lamest confession I've ever seen" Yeonjun laughs

✭ "Wait, they were awake the whole time?" Yea lol

✭ "Kai I would never like (Y/n) like that, the fact that she likes Megumi is a straight up red flag for me"

✭ "Oh shut it Soobin...I'm still better than Megumi right (Y/n)?"

✭ "of courseee"

✭ Kai is so awww ugugujdfkj

✭ Also, my bias for him may or may not have shown sorryyyy

lol please reblog and likee

[hitchyboi]

🔨An Important Gift🔨

(Been a while since I last wrote a story but figured I'd give a try with the moment Bubba became Leatherface.)

Content Warning: Descriptions of gore, violence, death, brief mention of cannibalism. Unhealthy family dynamics. The usual Sawyer family fun

Word Count: 3,383

Newt didn't get a lot of folks, wasn't much there to bring them. An old rundown town that many had already fled from after the slaughterhouse started laying off men. Nothing but flat plains as far as the eyes could see with the occasional clump of gnarled twisted branches. Summertime was different however, with the warmer days and breaks from college semester or brutal workload many decided to travel. Traveling sometimes brings ya past old towns with nothing much more to offer aside from an ant eaten gas station and sleezy bar filled with bikers.

Hands sat down on the old bar stool with a heavy grunt followed quickly by a booming laugh. Raising his hand towards the familiar faced bartender for his usual drink of choice. His heart was still hammering behind his ribs, adrenaline pumping through his veins making his head feel lighter before he even got his first drink in his system.

"I know what that grin means, got yerself another win today?" The bartender makes conversation as she slides the Shiner bottle towards the large eagerly awaiting hand. Tipping his head back, Hands felt the cold liquid slide down his throat effectively quenching both his thirst and the heat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he looked back towards the woman, her name never having stuck with him, and nods his head. Lips pulling back with another wide smile that barred his canines with a heavy thump to his chest. The other racers surprisingly did well this time, and that made the win much more enjoyable. Seeing their excited faced with baited breath as victory was so close to their grasp only to plummet to despair as he snatched it away at the last minute. The utter lost of hope as they were forced into defeat was his favorite part. Hands could still feel the vibrations of the engine working its hardest to power the vehicle, the spinning of the wheels he knows were seconds away from burning out on him. One wrong move they could've blown out, he could have spun out but he knows his car. He's worked on that thing since the day he managed to buy it with money he saved for years. Turning it from a hunk of metal to a beauty that was a force to be reckoned with when he was in the drivers seat.

They took his photos, tried to interview him and get comments. There was screaming. There was cheering. Everything and everyone was gathered around him, focused entirely on him. But now, Hands just wanted a nice cold drink and some time to relax after all of the commotion. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, blonde strands sticking to the damp skin as he finished his bottle and motioned for a second one. It's arrival was just as quick as the first but was accompanied with the sounds of the bar doors slamming open and the hustle and bustle of more people flooding into the old building. New people by the sounds of it, loud, brash and daring just about anyone to try and prove they weren't as indestructible as they felt.

Like maggots drawn towards a corpse the youngens moved straight towards the fighting pit, eager to place their names into the lonely town's mind no doubt. Calling it a pit was generous, more just a section of the bar that had the chairs and tables moved out of the way as the people grew more rowdy and irritable. First started as petty qualms and drunken idiocy but then betting came, and with that a way to pass time and gain entertainment. Hands' had his name written on that old chalkboard a few times in the past when he felt really pent up and had no other outlet. Eventually people stopped trying to challenge him due to his record. Except for new faces...

More drinks were swallowed down along with time itself, the sky grew dark long ago and there was no rush to leave. Hands lost track of how many fights had passed during that time, he hates to say it but those new faces sure did brawl well. Money kept getting passed around as tempered started to flare both from the wasted income and injured egos. Like a coyote who's leg was stuck in a barbed trap, lashing out at everyone despite knowing it's already lost. Teeth snarling and slobber flinging everywhere. The more they struggle the worse of a situation they ultimately wring themselves into. More money gets passed and more snarling is unleashed. Eventually those panic struck eyes and shiny slobbered lips turned towards Hands.

"Think you're real tough guys huh? I bet you can't win one fight against Hands over there!" One of the dogs challenged as a way to hide the tail tucked between his legs. One of the new faces, a wiry and lanky rat looking fella, looked towards Hands with a sneer from behind the security of their group's main face.

"That lug's just been sitting over there not doing shit!" The rat snickers and slinks past his barrier towards the silent blonde. Gaze still trained on his own bottle of beer despite the many looks locked on him. Watching the bead of condensation slowly tip over the curve of the glass and rush down to meet the many before it. Beady eyes looked the large man up and down with slight hesitance that quickly got replaced by hubris.. "Sure he's big looking but Daryl could take him easily! No sweat."

"Well, whaddya say... Hands?" The main face, Daryl, wears a matching smirk to the rat looking man. Staring down towards Hands with a predatory excitement. A brief eyeroll and nudge towards the rest of his mates at the other man's name. With a sigh Hands finally pushed his bottle to the side and addressed the scene before him, silent as ever with a frustrated twitch in the brows for his blissful buzz to have been interrupted.

Irritated or uncomfortable with the long moment of silence from their next toy the wiry rat had laughed in his face. Spittle flying out of his maw with an ugly high pitched yowl. "He's fucking silent! What? Can't even respond to him properly?"

"He's either dumb as shit or too scared to talk," Daryl laughs as the rat gets somehow even closer towards Hands. His warm breath hitting and fanning across his cheeks in an unpleasant way. Words never came easily for Hands, never did and never will. That don't mean he's dumb though. He worked hard to get where he was, worked for the recognition he deserves. Words didn't get him anywhere, cause he doesn't need them.

The meaty sound of skin colliding with skin sounding throughout the bar as the too close lanky man fell to the floor with a pathetic yelp, skull knocking against the bar table on his journey downwards. A low guttural growl echoed after as Hands looks from the prone man back towards the pit. Like a gator closing in on its prey, heavy metal plated boots stalked towards the youngens. Lips pulling back into a dangerous grin as regulars scrambled out of the giants way.

Daryl's face was a delightful mix of outrage and shock from the sudden assault. Faster then one would anticipate from a man with Hands' stature, looking near 7 feet tall now he was in motion. "Just... got lucky with a damn sucker punch." He grits his teeth with a sneer as the giant stalked closer, an air of excitement with every long stride. Hands could see two of the weaker bikers say something to Daryl but there was no ounce of care for the drag racer. One of their faces eventually twisted in distain as they bolted towards Hands and once again for that night the coyotes attacked.... but their opponent was no cowering prey.

The first biker went down easy, a swift kick to his shin was enough to make him stumble. Hands clasped his paws around his head with a quick jerk, a sickening crack echoed throughout the old building. Body falling to its knees then meeting the ground without an ounce of refusal, it was too easy really. Like those chickens out at the farm Grandpa occasionally asks Hands to deal with. That set off the other biker, ramming her shoulder into Hand's stomach and knocking him back a few paces. Sharp and metallic spikes continued to ram against his stomach, nicking and scratching at the man's leather riding jacket. Words launched from the biker's snarling maw that constantly fell to uncaring deaf ears, only being met with a deep and sinister chuckle. Bending his torso forwards, thick arms wrapped around the biker's body and lifting her up without trouble. A moment as her world flipped, eyes meeting the sight of metal tipped boots, caked in dirt and what looked to be rust. Blood racing towards her head making her sight briefly blur with a light fuzzy feeling.

Then the ground came...

Once... Twice... Thrice....

Skin breaking away to invite the rough flooring to her skull, splintering and cracking. Blood gushed from her head like a waterfall, down her mangled face and painting the floor in it's eye catching hue. There was an ear piercing scream a first, then a garbled whine that came along with desperate scratching against his sleeves. Then silence. Hands could feel the struggle leaving her body with each slam to the floor, the way her muscle tensed at first only to be forced to accept their own defeat. Another laugh fell past the giants lips as he dropped the now lifeless and paling body to the floor. His enjoyment was short lived as a blunt force slammed against his face full force, successfully forcing Hands off balance and colliding with the concrete himself. Hands slowly blinked as he gazed up towards the ceiling, unable to focus his sight on the beams that hung high above him. Warm liquid trailed down his face, pooling over his lips complimented with a throbbing wave. Heaving his skull to turn to the side, Hands could make out the figure of the largest Biker... what was his name again?... standing over him with the broken leg of a chair. White knuckles wrapped around the splintering wood now decorated with dots of crimson.

"What the actual fuck is your deal?! Why would you-?! You can't just-?!" Words broke through, yelled in his face as the throbbing reached from his nose towards the back of his head now. When was the last time he had gotten hit like this? Skull screaming and painting the surrounding area with his blood instead of others.. Probably when he first found this joint after his 18th. Back when he was fresh and thought he was stronger much like these pests. He wasn't fresh no more though, and unlike then Hands was stronger in more ways then one. Yet this rambunctious ego flying meat landed a solid blow...

A thick hand shot out to catch the second blow from landing, yanking the wood away from his assailant and throwing it to the side. "D-don't you fucking dare get back up!" The biker yelled as he looked back towards some of the remaining patrons. Eyes wide like a deer as he watched each head turn a blind eye, choosing to remain unknown to Hands' perchance for violence in favor of remaining intact themselves. Blood coated the tongue that ran along his teeth as Hands grasped one of the tables and hauled himself back to his feet. Spitting the thick mix of blood and saliva to the side, he looked back towards the biker as his heart hammered against his chest. The air was sweltering and felt thick enough to choke on, the gaze the stared down at the biker was not one of anger or outrage but rather pure glee. Sharp canines poked out of the ear slipping smile that stretched across the rugged face, blood staining the lower mouth and chin. Hands was on him in an instant, the biker was large but nowhere near a similar stature to the drag racer. Mounting over him, thick callused fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed. Those same gleeful eyes now forced to be the only point of focus for the smaller man as the force had him sputtering for air. Eyes nearly popping as he struggled to grasp and scratch at the hands around his throat. The more he struggled the more pressure seemed to be added until there was a brief moment of respite. The pressure relented as air greedily was pulled into his lung. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes and slipped down his cheeks as the pressure returned to the front of his shirt instead. Lifting his front half up and slamming him back to the floor, knocking the recently acquired air right back out. A yell ripped through the man's throat as his skull collided with the stained ground beneath him. Images of his friends recent similar demise reflooding his thoughts as he was lifted and slammed back down. Ever slam was accompanied with another yell, a yell of pain, of fear, for help. Each yell was met with a roar of laughter and mocker instead of help. Blood red smile and a laugh like roar stained the man's sight with each slam to his skull.

Blunt nails grabbed the thin flesh around the man's forehead, forcing the skin to break and rip open. Thick fingers wormed their way under the flesh and began to pull. Skin and fascia tore from muscle and bone, splitting away like melted cheese bit by bit down the man's face. Yells weakened to whines as the body beneath him lacked anymore strength to fight back. Lifting his arm up Hands held the newly skinned feature like a trophy. Matching bloody hand thwacking at his own chest as he stood over the biker. With a final sinister laugh he watched as the behemoth of a man placed the flesh overtop his face and Daryl saw himself.

...

White wooden door to an old family farm clicked closed as Hands returned. Grandpa never minded when family stopped by when needed, the house was always an open spot for family and that old couch kept in the living room was exactly where Hands wanted to be for the night. Certainly sounded better then driving all the way back to whatever shitty motel he was previously staying at while buzzed when this was much closer. Hands' yearning for rest was briefly interrupted by the sounds of hushed whispers and bare footed pitter patters coming from the kitchen. At nearly 3 in the morning, everyone that lived in the house should've been asleep. Grandma and Grandpa always went to sleep, stayed asleep and awoke at the same times everyday and Drayton followed his grandparent's schedules closely.

Quirking a brow from the sounds he turned directions and opened the door leading towards the kitchen instead and was met with the sight of his 3 youngest nephews frozen like deer in headlights. Nubbins and Bobby stood on either side in the kitchen, greasy hair tangled from what looks to have been a rough night and in Bobby's hand was... a stick of butter? Standing in between them was the youngest of them, Bubba, his little round body clutching onto a metal bucket as big bovine like eyes stared up at Hands brimming with tears at being caught. Shifting his weight Hands leaned against the doorframe as he tilted his head, the twin's taking his silence as a sign to action.

"Bubba was hungry! We... we just were gonna make him something to eat!" Bobby sprang to first, pushing the stick of butter to join the bucket in Bubba's arms.

"Yeah, yeah! He-he was real hungry! Wouldn't.. wouldn't stop pestering us to make him something, yeah!" Nubbins followed suit with his twin, grasping at and shaking their younger brother's shoulders for added effect.

Slowly nodding his head as he took in his nephews words Hands closed the distance and peeked into the mysterious bucket. Bubba gave a whine as he shakily held the bucket further out towards his uncle, the boy always had been terrified of getting into more trouble. Two thawing brains sat at the bottom and didn't look nearly close enough to be ready to cook just yet. Buttered brains. Raising his eyebrows with a gruff his gaze moved towards Bobby accusingly. Bubba was hungry yet they decided to try and make something known to be a favorite of the older twin? A gummy grin stretched across his pale cheeks, left with the reddish purple birthmark, as his hands placed themselves on his waist with faux confidence.

"Wh-what's in yer bag there?! D'you get us gifts again?" A sharp uneven nail pointed towards the bag slung over Hands' shoulder. A chuckle reverberating from his chest at his nephews attempt to offshoot the conversation. Honestly, Hands didn't really care, so entertaining his nephews 'distraction' was the path he chose. Shaking the bag down his arm he dropped it with a light thump and began digging around inside it. Nubbins and Bobby eagerly crowding around him and giggling, giggling on Nubbins' end. Bobby's always came out more as cackles. Bubba strayed further back as he shuffled from foot to foot, not seeming to realize the threat of punishment had vanished.

G-grandpa said you won another race, can.. can i comes with you next time? I-i wanna see yous race!" Nubbins bounces in place like a flea, fingers dancing around as he spoke excitedly. Hands have a small chuckle and nodded his head at his enthusiasm. Nubbins had really wanted to see this race but Drayton said he wasn't allowed to go. Grabbing the desired items Hands leans back and pushes them into their tiny greedy hands. An old pair of racing goggles found themselves in Bobby's dirty mits while Nubbins had acquired a collection of teeth Hands managed to nab off those bikers before he left knowing his nephew had started taken the hobby of crafting. The critters eagerly accepted their new possessions and scampering off to compare. With those two thoroughly content left little Bubba, though little seemed to be an understatement as time went. Seeming to grow much faster then the twins were now he's gotten proper food. Despite growing on step with a beeve the kid still cowered at the slightest raise in voice, the odd movement that seemed harsher then should and the leering gazes he thought was directed towards him at all times. The kid need some god damn confidence, the kid needed some strength. Hands had exactly the kind of strength the boy needed...

Lowering down to his knee Hands clasped the boy's shoulder with a softer smile directed towards him. Those glossy edges were still there but none seemed to fully drip over as of yet. Taking the bucket of brains out of his chubby hands he replaced it with his needed qualities. With quivering lips and shiny eyes the boy looked down at his gift, furrowing his eyebrows and looking back up at his uncle with a babbling sense of words. Hands smiled and motioned towards his face, blood long since dried and flaking off his skin trailing from his nose and downward. A small gasp fell from his lips as previously scared eyes took to a shine Hands much preferred the look of. Clumsily eager hands fumbled to position the skin over his own, the inside soft and plush against his plump cheeks with a warmth the boy always craved. As he looked back up towards his uncle a smile stretched across his hidden face, gaze tracing over the evidence of the skin's previous owner's abilities. Short thick arms lowered then slightly raised themselves on either side of his body as Bubba puffed out his chest in an imitation of his uncle.

Hands watched as Bubba turned and eagerly rejoined his older brothers in bragging about their individual gifts. Standing back up Hands glanced down towards the forgotten bucket of brains and stick of butter with a final thought. One last gift couldn't hurt... Gramps doesn't have to know.

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The Shape Of Your Heart (A 'The Shape Of You' Valentine's Special One-shot)

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, past bad experiences on Valentine's Day, steam (somebody get me a fan and turn it on high), mentions of cannibalism (jokingly I promise), shirtless Michael (deserves a warning in itself)

Word Count: 4.2k

(A/N:) Hello and welcome to my own little pit of insanity! It's supposed to be Valentine's Day today but I and my very bestest friend all agree that it needs replaced with second Halloween! So far that has yet to happen, so we take it upon ourselves to celebrate a second spooky season while everyone else drowns in a sea of pink and red. I wanted to do something very Countess-y for the day and this idea came to me while at work and it's just too perfect not to do! This is a special one-shot set in my The Shape of You universe and you shouldn't have to read my fanfiction to read this. But to all of my people who are following my fic please know that I am still working on it and I haven't forgotten! I just got an idea on what to add to the chapter today cause I don't just want to rush to the end it wouldn't be fair to the story and my readers! So keep your eyes open you don't know when the Boogeyman will appear! 😉 So keep it spooky and to all the fellow Michael Myers lovers Happy (second) Halloween!

Valentine’s Day was just another day for you, nothing special and nothing exciting. You’d been on the normal dates that everyone went for this particular day, with whoever you were dating at the time going all out. Flowers, chocolates, expensive restaurants. All the works, anything that would make a normal girl swoon. But none of those things really mattered to you and it didn’t take long for them to grow bored with you and leave you not long after. So you didn’t get excited about the holiday like all your other co-workers do. So today had been stressful trying to avoid all talk of Valentines with everyone, even Julie who gushed about the flowers on her desk to anyone who would listen. You were happy for her and everyone else and it wasn’t that you disliked the holiday, old wounds just ruined it for you. So when it came time to finally leave you rushed out the front door towards your car.

You felt all the pressure and anxiety leave as soon as your car door slammed shut and you turned the key over starting your car with a roar. After giving yourself a few moments to collect yourself (you knew Michael would worry), you put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. While the traffic of Haddonfield seemed to be on your side, the radio was a different story. What once had been your friend just yesterday had quickly turned into the enemy. Every love song and ballad that existed in the world seemed to be playing on the local station, so you changed the channel. Just for the other station to treat you just the same. And the next one and the next one, same story same old song and dance. You finally just turned the knob off shutting off the whole radio in an angry huff. So you just enjoyed the silence on the remainder of the ride home.

It wasn’t lost on you when you pulled into your little neighborhood of all the happy couples that lived close to your house leaving their houses hand in hand. Most likely going on dates planned weeks or months in advance. All you truly wanted today was a hot delicious meal with Michael and a sweet night cuddled together on the couch with him as you both watched a movie. Something action packed or even a comedy, just as long as it wasn’t something disgustingly romantic. You’d even order pizza or something, cause now you didn’t feel like cooking anything. Finally pulling into the driveway of your little home, you couldn’t help but feel that you were finally free to act like yourself. While you fumbled for the front door key, you waved at your neighbors before heading inside.

Michael had never celebrated Valentine’s Day in the special ways that everyone talked about. He could remember a few of the parties that would be held at school, with cupcakes smothered in bright pink frosting and covered with heart shaped sprinkles, or cookies cut out in various shapes to convey love and all things sickeningly sweet. Michael could only remember the treats tasting like ash and the little thin cardboard cards a lie. No child wanted to celebrate with someone like him and no one wanted to be his valentine. All he could remember back at home was his sister gushing about her new boyfriend and all they were going to do that night to celebrate. It made him hate everything even worse, especially when he was left home all alone with the babysitter that his parents had conned into watching him.

Then that fateful Halloween night had came around and then Michael knew nothing else of Valentine’s Day or any other holiday that normal people celebrated. No barbecues on the Fourth of July, no more trick-or-treating on Hallows Eve, and no presents sitting under a beautifully decorated tree. He gripped the handle of the chefs knife he held tighter, knuckles turning white as a blinding fury built in his chest until he breathed deeply, calming himself. It was getting close to time for you to come home and he wouldn’t let the past ruin this for him or you. He loved you too much and he knew that you had had some bad experiences linked with Valentine’s Day and now that you both had each other he didn’t want this time of year to remain that way for you or for himself. So he had planned in secret to treat you and surprise you with a Valentine’s Day to remember.

It had been difficult for him to keep everything quiet as he was a little excited to share such a special occasion with you. Though it was far from the normal things couple did on the day, he couldn’t just go out and buy you flowers and chocolates. He knew you didn’t mind but for some reason it bothered him more than it should. You didn’t let such material things judge how much you love him, but he wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel and show you just how special you are to him. So everything had to be perfect. You were the light that saturated his darkness and if he couldn’t convey that with his actions he couldn’t help but feel like a failure. So with a few extra touches Michael finished his work before going up the stairs to change into the clothes that he had laid out after you had left. He didn’t want to greet you at the door in food stained clothes that smelled of his sweat and the seasonings he used. So he made his way up the stairs, trying to hurry himself when he heard your car pull into the driveway.

You turned the knob and stepped inside, but something felt off. Michael always kept the living room lights off so nosy neighbors couldn’t see inside when you finally made it home, but having all the lights off was unusual. And it had become a routine that he was always waiting to give you a welcome home kiss and hug, to make the tension ease away as soon as you got home. But Michael was nowhere to be seen and it made your heart drop before racing in your chest. You couldn’t help but worry that something had happened to him as you searched all the shadows.

“Michael,” you called. When he didn’t answer you felt a lump form in your throat and tears prick at your eyes. It had been a rough day and to not have him here to make everything better seemed to be the last nail in the coffin. You dropped your bag and keys to the floor.

“Michael,” you sobbed, feeling pathetic as you started to panic.

Michael had just finish changing when he heard the mournful sound of your voice. His heart shattered and he started to panic as he raced down to you. The sight of you standing in the dark, still in your work clothes with tears streaming down your cheeks and smearing your makeup, shattered him. He was in front of you in just a few strides before swallowing you into his strong embrace. This was definitely not how he wanted to start your evening together. Kissing at your tear soaked cheeks, Michael gave you as long as you needed to calm down to greet you in the way he wanted to.

“I thought you left and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry it’s been a rough day and I didn’t want to come home and make you worry.” Michael hushed you softly continuing to dry your tears carefully, smearing your makeup worse in the process. He cursed himself for not being faster, but it had taken him a couple of tries to get dessert just right or he would have been at the door and had the candles on the table lit before you could have walked in. So far his plan was not going perfect like he wanted. But it had yet to explode into terrible just yet. He could and would salvage the situation.

Once your tears had dried and your breathing had calmed, Michael finally was able to get things to start rolling. First he kissed you deeply, like he always did when you finally made it home from work and then he started the shower so it could warm up. He didn’t want the work day to stay on your skin and weigh your shoulders down. With another quick peck he left you to relax for a few moments while he laid out the clothes he wanted to see you in before going back to the kitchen. Making sure the food was staying warm while he heard the shower running, he cleaned up the rest of his mess until he heard the shower stop and the bathroom door open. Your wet feet pattered against the floor as you walked to the bedroom to dress and Michael dried his hands on a dish towel. You took in the sight of the dress draped across the bedspread, Michael could read you like a book as it was one of your favorite more comfortable dresses. It was beautiful without being obnoxious and the black always flattered your frame. You threw the towel in the dirty basket before slipping into the dress and as soon as you got it zipped up halfway, you could hear Michael’s footsteps come up behind you.

His larger hand replaced yours, finishing zipping up the dress before he kissed the back of your neck sweetly. He brushed at your still wet hair while taking little nibbles against your skin. You shivered as you allowed Michael to explore. It was moments like these that you could only feel comfortable with Michael. He never pushed you and took his time. Savoring every second he could from your taste or the little motions and sounds that he elicited from you. When he had his fill of your taste for that moment, he gently brushed your hair before braiding it simply and lead you by the hand to the main attraction of the night. It wasn’t until this moment that you finally realized how Michael was dressed. Wearing his finest pair of dark jeans and a deep red button up shirt tucked in with the leather jacket you had bought for him months ago.

His boots thudding against the carpet as he continued to lead you towards the kitchen that was dark except for the two candles that burned brightly on the table and the small light that was above the sink. You gasped before looking up at the dark haired man that cared for you so deeply, it made you feel like your heart could soar above the Earth. He squeezed your hand a little tighter and kissed your temple before taking you to the table. He pulled out the chair for you, letting you sit down before he pushed you towards the table. You took in the atmosphere of your normally plain kitchen. Michael had dug out the tablecloth that you had bought years ago, draping it across your little table where he had placed your finest dishes for you both to dine on. The candles were from your emergency stash, for storms that would knock the power out. But those were replaceable, letting Michael do the things he needed was too special to worry about some cheap candles that were easily replaced.

While Michael worked you watched him, enraptured at his movements and the broad back that just begged for you to touch. A splash of red on the kitchen floor caught your attention and at first you thought Michael had cut himself. But as your gaze began to trail further towards the table and out of the doorway to the kitchen into the living room did you finally realize that it was a trail of rose petals. You laughed at yourself for not noticing it until now, until another thought overtook that one. Where did he get roses from? Shrugging to yourself, deeming it unimportant, you turned your attention back on the gorgeous backside that Michael Myers owned. Michael turned around and you quickly looked away, trying to act innocent but he had known you were staring, Michael didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he never caught himself staring at you. Carrying two plates he set yours down before taking his seat across from you at the table.

Michael hadn’t known the first thing about cooking until he had came into your life. You had lovingly and patiently taught him several things and now he had taken to it easily. You were a good cook and knew how to cook many things, but with work you hardly felt like making more of the extravagant dishes you knew, so a lot of times you would bring home something from the local restaurants, but with Michael around he made sure to either have something cooked by the time you got home or you both cooked together. But this was a significant occasion where he wanted to branch out and really impress you. The kiss was to greet you, the shower to relax you, and dinner was his chance to wow and woo you. Like you weren’t already head over heels from him. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the steak, cooked perfectly; medium rare, baked potato, and carrots carefully cut into little hearts. You beamed brightly at Michael, making his heart skip a beat before you held up one of the carrots, just in awe of his skills and attention he took with the meal. You grinned slyly before popping the vegetable into your mouth. Savoring the flavors bursting on your tongue and the slight crunch of the carrot.

“Y’know Michael it’s really unfair how good you are with a knife,” you said while stabbing another carrot with your fork.

He just shrugged his shoulders, returning your grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’ve carved up enough stuff to know how to wield a knife.”

“Let’s not talk about your occupation before dinner,” you scoffed teasingly. “This is beef steak right?”

“Whatever you had in the freezer,” he took a big bite of steak, chewing thoughtfully. “Unless,” Michael paused, “you’re hiding a cannibalistic hobby from me.”

“You don’t know how delicious next door neighbors can be when cooked right.”

You both laughed before you grimaced at the thought and tucked into your plate, the instant the steak hit your tongue you let out a moan. Michael looked up a vivid red tinting his cheeks at the sound you just made.

“This is sooo good,” you took another big bite. Every horrible moment that you had experienced today melted away every second. Michael forgot his plate for just a second as he watched you enjoy the food he had painstakingly made for you. Every mistake and cut was worth it as he witnessed the bliss on your face and the laughter you both shared about minor details of each others’ day. After finishing up your whole steak and sides you didn’t think another bite of anything was possible but then Michael cleared away the plates and brought back a huge chocolate cake. Layered with a thick coat of chocolate buttercream and a shiny dark chocolate ganache on top. Wiping a droplet of drool at the sight of the decadent dessert, you suddenly dredged up the mental room in your stomach for a piece of the delicious looking cake. Michael served you once again, cutting a big enough slice it would take you two sittings to get through, but you didn’t mind. Your mouth watered seeing all the beautiful layers and chocolate goodness. But Michael didn’t move away and you suddenly got nervous. Was he feeling ornery? Was something bothering him?

But he only stepped away with no explanation, until he grabbed his chair and dragged it over closer to you. Though he was just sitting across the table from you it felt so far away and he couldn’t take a second longer being that far from you. He wasn’t too hungry for cake at the moment and there was just something about watching you enjoy every bite that had him feeling more full than he had in years. You seemed to curl into yourself at him being so close while you ate. You weren’t a very clean eater, especially when it came to chocolate cake, but he didn’t want you to feel that way around him in anything. Michael took your fork, his eyes leaving yours just for a second to get you a decent bite before bringing the fork up to your lips. Carefully you took the bite before your eyes rolled and sighed loudly at the wonderful flavors hitting your tongue.

“It’s absolutely delicious,” you chewed. “Michael you have to try some.”

His expression intensified pinning you to the back of your chair as he loomed over you. Dark locks of his wavy hair shadowing his dual colored eyes. He tilted your chin up, stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. He didn’t keep it gentle for long as he forced himself into your hot mouth. The tastes of chocolate hitting his tongue mixed with the unique taste of you. It was his turn to moan as he explored, taking his time and stealing your breath. You clung tightly to his jacket, trying not to slip out of his embrace as the strength melted from your limbs. The chocolate cake was sweet but the motion of Michael against your tongue was even sweeter. Placing his hand on the back of your head and tangling his large fingers in the locks of your hair he pressed you closer as if he couldn’t devour you enough, before he finally pulled away. You gasped for air but still held tightly to him, cake suddenly forgotten. Pupil dilated in the brown of Michael’s one good eye, he sat back down.

“Delicious,” he smirked and you blushed deeply. You were thinking that he wasn’t talking about just the cake.

You both didn’t speak for several moments until you cut the silence by cutting one piece off of the cake and offered it to him. Michael took it, chewing thoughtfully as he watched you cut another piece, his eyes never missing a movement or the fact that your breathing was still rapid from his passionate attentions. It took every sliver of control to keep himself seated while you shared the rest of the cake together.

With stomachs close to busting from the amount of food, this time you took the initiative in the next part of the plan. Michael had thought that both of you could watch a little TV before calling it a night, but if there was something in particular you wanted to do, he wasn’t going to argue. Though he was confused as you lead them both outside through the back door. Shutting off the lights and not turning the outside light on, you opened the door a gentle breeze stirring the hairs that slipped out of your braid when Michael had kissed you. Stepping outside Michael didn’t hesitate and stepped outside with you. You sat down on the top step before patting right beside you. Michael took a seat keeping a tight grip on your hand. It didn’t take long for you to lean your head on his shoulder and Michael wrapped his arms around you, trying to cling to you as tightly as he could, to keep this moment from ever slipping away.

As you sat outside on the step with Michael his arms wrapped around you, you noticed your bald rose bushes you had planted a couple years ago beside the back door. You snorted loudly, stifling a laugh now that you finally solved the mystery where your lovely rose petal trail came from. (Hey Countess here, yes I know February is still winter and rose bushes won’t have flowers on them, but just shhhhh enjoy the story and let me have this! Okay back to the fluff!) He looked at you in confusion but you just shook your head. You didn’t want to embarrass him or make Michael feel bad that he had taken advantage of your beautiful rose bush. Blooms could grow back and it probably helped the plant anyway. You watched the world go by as the stars flickered in the midnight blue colored sky. For once the neighborhood was peaceful and you breathed in deeply. The chill in the air had you shivering a little as you didn’t grab a jacket to go over your sleeveless dress. Michael untangled himself from you to shrug off his leather jacket and drape it over your chilly shoulders. You curled into the warmth, sighing as it cut the chill from reaching you.

“It’s nights like this that really remind you that everything will be okay,” you whispered. “That things in the past don’t matter when the present is involved. I’ve hated Valentine’s Day personally for so long that just hearing that it was just around the corner always made me cringe. But I think you just changed that for me in the span of just one single night.”

Michael lifted you easily from the steps, placing you in his lap where he could hold onto you better. He buried his face in your warm neck, breathing in your calming vanilla scent as he tried to find the words. It was hard to explain how much he adored you and how he felt about every moment that he got to spend with you. He had thought that terrorizing Haddonfield had been his one purpose, to make them pay for the way that they treated him, ever since he was a child and then that fateful night had brought you to him. Now it seemed like the puzzle pieces were fitting right into place and he didn’t want to lose you when everything was finally going so right.

“I didn’t get to experience much of Valentine’s Day and I didn’t really get to experience much of anything normal that others have. Until you. I remember the parties held at school but that’s just barely. I want to have so many more firsts with you,” he kissed your shoulder, “I want to experience life with you.”

You gently brushed your hand against Michael’s rough cheek, relishing the scratch of his stubble when you kissed him on the forehead. “I want to experience life with you too. And eat more chocolate cake.”

He chuckled burying himself deeper into the crook of your neck and shoulder. His warm breath stirring against your skin, tickling and setting your nerves on fire. So you sat there on his lap, just holding onto him tightly while he held you, you both just relishing the silence. The words unspoken, not needing to be vocalized to understand. Time passed by slowly until Michael could feel you starting to get cold and shivering slightly against him. Without effort he stood up, still holding you in his arms and carried you inside. With another small kiss he sent you on your way to change into some comfortable pajamas so you both could enjoy a movie before bed. You didn’t argue but tugged him along wanting him to change into something more comfortable too. Though it pained you to see him get out of that gorgeous shirt that only hugged him in all the right ways. You teased him all the way to the closet where you somehow talked him into forgoing a shirt entirely.

That’s how you found yourself sprawled out on the couch on top of Michael, your legs tangled with his as you traced lazy circles into the skin of his chest. His breath hitching and finding it hard to concentrate on the movie with you touching him so tenderly. He grabbed your hand bringing it up to his mouth where he bestowed sweet kisses to each digit, in turn making you squirm. He grinned triumphantly, enjoying the way that he could turn the tables on you. You had an effect on him and he couldn’t help but feel smug when he could see that he did the same to you. So with one little sentence he finished the night quickly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured huskily in your ear. You sucked in a quick breath, never believing that anyone saying that sentence to you could hold so much power, but when he did it in that tone, it was like kryptonite.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Michael,” you whispered back, voice failing. He chuckled deeply before switching off the TV and scooping you back up to carry you back to the bedroom. The movie was boring anyway as he closed the bedroom door and all memories of past Valentine’s Day melted away on the taste of sweet kisses that tasted of chocolate cake and hushed giggles that sounded like calming wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

[theogclownboy]

Ellie's story

so I wanna write about my OCS and their backstories so I'll be doing the ones I use most often starting with Ellie. TW for mentions of blood and death

Ellie is currently a sinner in hell but when she was alive she was just an angel. She was the sweetest lady around and she loved her husband with all her heart. She eventually got pregnant and she was so excited to be a mother, she had always wanted to have a baby but her husband wasn't as happy. Instead of being excited like Ellie, he had turned to drinking as a way to cope with not being ready for fatherhood. But one night he came home to drunk to fully understand his actions and when he saw Ellie he attacked her but specifically at her stomach. He threw many punches (which are now where her spots are for where she got hit) but he used a broken bottle to go for her stomach. That very night her baby died and she was so broken when it happened, she was filled with rage and sadness that she killed her husband out of blind rage. After killing him she was at a lost of what to do, she sat by his body just crying until police arrived. Her neighbors heard her screams and alerted the police about it but when they got there it was a mess of blood. The police shot her right then and there and she died holding her husband's hand and crying. She woke up in hell feeling scared and she was very aggressive to anyone who came near her, she was like a stray cat. She wondered around hell for weeks until she stumbled into cannibal town and met Rosie, Rosie helped her to get better and the both of them got along pretty well. Rosie let Ellie stay with her for a long while until Ellie heard about the hazbin hotel. Ellie was curious to see what it was all about so she went to check it out and she found the idea of rehabilitation wonderful so she moved into the hotel. The day she moved in was the day she met Zeek, he was having a panic attack in the room she was supposed to be in. Zeek was scared and aggressive but Ellie got down to his level and she spoke to him in a soft and motherly voice which soothed the little imp. Zeek immediately clinged onto her and she held him and rubbed his back to calm him. Her and Zeek became close and had a mother and son bond which Ellie loved and never wanted to get rid of. Ellie finally got the baby she's always wanted. She's finally happy.

[lemurlegs]

Bewitched

Hello everybody I'm finally back with a new chapter, I'm sorry it took so long, I had difficulty writing it, and i was a bit busy too. Anyways this chapter is longer. It explores a lot of things Ginger has done in her past, and we're gonna learn about the powers we possess.

Wordcount: 8.6k

Warning: murder, ritualistic sacrifice, cannibalism

Previous chapter

Chapter 5.

Dreams and powers

Alastors pov 

After a whole day of dealing with his wayward contracts, while his body didn't show it, he felt exhausted. He was ready to head back to the hotel and relax near his bayou.

As soon as he manifested in the living room, he caught sight of everyone sitting in a circle on the floor. Charlie immediately jumped up and greeted him, asking if he wanted to join their group activities.

Alastor wanted to refuse; he was tired and rarely felt the need to join in the silly exercises Charlie hosted. But before he could finish his sentence, she cut him off, explaining that they were sharing stories about their pasts and it was currently Ginger's turn. More information? How convenient.

He walked towards the group and settled on the couch next to them. No way in hell would the Radio Demon sit on the floor like some common sinner, he had a reputation to uphold. As he crossed his legs and got comfortable, after that he told Ginger to continue.

She started explaining that she had no idea why she ended up in Hell.

Alastor was confused, tilting his head at her comment. At the cafe that morning, she had mentioned using her womanly charm to manipulate men and hinted that she sometimes killed those she deemed worthy. To him, that seemed like a pretty obvious reason to be sent down here.

Charlie asked her to clarify.

"I mean that I don't think I'm innocent or something; I just don't know which of my sins got me here.” she shrugged. Answering nonchalantly.

At that, Angel Dust suggested she list her sins to figure out which one got her sent to Hell. Alastor was ecstatic; maybe her sins would explain her strange magical knowledge, and he might even learn what happened to her the day before, when she got attacked.

But as soon as he got his hopes up, Ginger quickly dismissed the idea. However, her response only made him more curious. A list of sins so long it would take hours to go over? Hoho, don't threaten him with a good time. 

That's when Alastor realized something. If she truly had committed so much evil, how did she manage it in such a short time? Not that he would ask a woman her age, of course—that would be ill-mannered—but she didn't look more than 27, but of course looks can be deceiving.

As he snapped out of his thoughts, he realized they had moved on to another topic. Charlie suggested that everyone name three things they were good at or enjoyed doing.

Angel's response made him grimace with disgust. The perverted spider always has a way of dampening his mood. He was listening to the group name their likes and talents, seemingly bored by how uninteresting they were. That's when he saw Ginger get excited about Husker's response.

“Magic, you say? What kind of magic?” her eyes were shimmering hopefully with a hint of excitement as she leaned towards the barcat.

Her happiness was short-lived when Husk clarified he was talking about card tricks.

Hmm, so she is indeed interested in magic. Maybe she's a practitioner. Or she could just be curious because of her attackers, since they clearly used magic on her. But how could she get herself in a situation like that on her first day? I mean, he knew this was hell but still. Maybe she knew her perpetrators? He shook off that though for now. Instead he began wondering about what kind of demon powers she might have and thought of ways to make her use them. That is, if she even knows she has them. Hmm, he hadn't considered that.

But Alastor didn’t have time to dwell on the topic any longer since it was now Ginger’s turn to share.

“Okay. Well, let’s see. I really like history, particularly the 1920s. I enjoy reading and I like singing. 

Particularly the 1920s? My, my, isn’t that interesting—a sinner as young as her interested in history, especially a time when he was alive? That's a rare sight.

After she finished, it was his turn. As he explained his love for jazz and cooking, as well as torturing souls, everyone fell silent at that of course, he sure loved getting a reaction from the crowd. Charlie quickly tried to salvage the situation and decided to call it a night.

Before they could leave, Ginger reminded everyone that Alastor hadn't answered the first question. Everyone was shocked by her boldness, even Alastor. He couldn't decide if it was boldness or foolishness.

To ask such a thing from him, the feared overlord, the master tormentor, the Radio Demon—it took guts, he had to admit that. He decided to humor her forwardness.

"My, my, quite bold, are we?" he said, his tone laced with amusement. "Well, if you must know, I was a serial killer in the 1920s, cleaning the streets of New Orleans. I'm quite certain that's why I'm here." He said proudly. 

As Alastor observed Ginger's serene smile and listened to her nonchalant acceptance of violence against the cruel and wicked, he felt an unfamiliar sensation stirring within him. It was a peculiar mix of intrigue, admiration, and something else—something he couldn't quite place.

The idea that someone shared his perspective on the nature of sin and punishment was undeniably intriguing to Alastor. Here stood someone who not only understood his worldview but embraced it. How exciting.

After this pleasant surprise, everyone left to retire for the night. Ginger walked to the kitchen for a quick dinner. This was the perfect opportunity to set his plan to discover her powers in motion. He used his shadow magic to warp behind her, ready to spook her, when she greeted him without even looking.

How in the ever-loving hell did she know he was there?—he thought. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped closer to her, looking down at the fox demon who is so full of secrets. 

When he asked, she gave an unsatisfactory response: a lucky guess. He almost rolled his eyes at that. Right, like he would believe that. He'd find out soon enough.

Alastor then began his plan. First step: getting her out of the hotel. That should be easy enough. He owned her, after all; she needed to listen to him.

“I need you to pick up some fresh cuts of meat from the butcher for me tomorrow. I'll write down the address for you.”

He conjured a notebook and pen, ready to scribble down the location, when she gave him a skeptical response and questioned his intentions. This made him a little annoyed. Who was she to question him? She had no right. He owned her.

He reminded her that her curiosity would get her in trouble if she kept asking more questions. She responded with sass. Oh, that’s it. He had been nice, but she needed to be taught a lesson. After all, he was the one in charge here—she needed to learn some respect.

Alastor threatened her, turning into his more demonic form, getting up in her face and telling her it was best if she did what she was told.

And to that, she didn't even flinch, as if she wasn't standing in front of a terrifying, cruel overlord. Giving a nonchalant response, she agreed, but it left him confused as to why she didn't react. Most demons would be cowering away in fear by now.

He wrote down the location and left her. He needed to think about the next steps of his plan. Once in his room, he lit the fireplace and sank down in his chair.

Step one was completed; now it was time for phase two. Once she went to pick up the meat as he asked, he planned to send one of his rowdy souls after her. He'd send those souls who had tested his patience, a lesson long overdue, he thought. And if she tore them apart? Well, he wouldn't mind. In fact, he hoped she did.

"Oh, how I wonder what kind of powers she has," he thought out loud. 

As Alastor's thoughts drifted towards Ginger's potential powers, he couldn't help but imagine the myriad ways they could be utilized to his advantage. Each possibility sparked a new wave of excitement, fueling his curiosity and ambition.

He envisioned Ginger wielding elemental magic, conjuring flames to engulf their enemies or summoning storms to wreak havoc upon their foes. With such power at his disposal, he could easily dominate the battlefield, using the forces of nature to bend his enemies to his will.

Or perhaps Ginger possessed the ability to manipulate minds, weaving illusions to deceive their adversaries or bending their thoughts to her whim. With such a power, she could infiltrate the minds of anybody.

Alastor's mind raced with possibilities, each scenario more tantalizing than the last. As he contemplated the many ways Ginger's powers could benefit him, Alastor's ambition burned brighter than ever before. With her by his side, he could ascend to even greater heights of power and influence, his name echoing throughout the halls of Hell as a force to be reckoned with. But first, he needed to uncover the truth about Ginger's abilities, and he was determined to do whatever it took to unlock her secrets.

After about some time he decided to check up on her room.

Maybe he could reveal something about her. After all, a person's room often tells a lot about them. He rose from his seat, left his room, and began approaching Ginger's room.

As Alastor strode through the dimly lit corridors of the hotel, his shadow danced eagerly along the walls, its form undulating and twisting with an otherworldly grace. It moved in tandem with Alastor's every step, a silent companion that mirrored his movements with uncanny precision.

As they approached Ginger's room, the shadow seemed to pulse with anticipation, its movements quickening with an eager anticipation. It hovered near the door, casting a dark silhouette against the wood as if eager to delve into the mysteries that lay beyond.

Alastor's voice echoed softly in the corridor, his words punctuated by a faint chuckle that reverberated through the air. As he spoke, his shadow danced eagerly beside him, its movements fluid and graceful.

"She's very interesting, isn't she?" Alastor mused aloud, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "So full of secrets, and the longer I observe, the more questions appear."

His shadow seemed to sway in agreement, its form pulsating with a silent energy as if echoing Alastor's sentiments. 

Together, they stood outside Ginger's room, the anticipation palpable in the air as Alastor prepared to delve into the mysteries that laid beyond.

Holding his ear up to the door, he listened for any signs that might indicate she was still awake. Upon hearing light snoring, his smile widened. He began fading away into the shadows. Now in his dark incorporeal state, he reached under the doorway, trying to slide into the room. But as soon as he began slipping in, some sort of strong force ejected him. It was as if the very fabric of the magic repelled his intrusion, rejecting his shadowy essence with a forceful expulsion.

Thrown back against the opposite wall, Alastor's incorporeal form recoiled from the impact, momentarily stunned by the unexpected counterattack. Undeterred by the initial setback, Alastor attempted to regather his composure and make another attempt. Yet with each subsequent effort, the resistance only grew stronger, the strange magic proving to be a formidable obstacle to his shadowy form's entry. What the hell did she do to block HIS magic?

He started reforming into his physical form, clenching his fists in frustration. Stepping up to the door, he hovered his hand over it. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus, to see if he could feel anything magical. Surely enough, he began sensing a very strong locking seal on the entrance.

Opening his eyes, he began trying to reveal it. Maybe if he recognized the sigil, he could find a way to break it. The hand that was hovering over the door began to glow a soft green. Lifting his hand, he started moving it all around the wood, hoping to find the sigil's location.

As his hand reached the top of the door, a violet-colored glowing sigil revealed itself. So it was one hundred percent confirmed: Ginger was indeed someone who knew her way around magic. Judging by the fact that he couldn't recognize the marking, the lock kept him from entering, and the magic seal felt powerful. He knew she wasn't just some small fry witch—oh no, she was very strong. After all, keeping the Radio Demon out from anywhere was certainly an accomplishment.

As Alastor scrutinized the violet-colored sigil, he felt a palpable sense of power emanating from it. It wasn't just a simple ward; it was a formidable barrier, intricately woven with layers of protective magic. Each line and curve of the sigil seemed to pulse with energy, repelling any attempt to breach its defenses.

As he attempted to unravel the sigil's enchantments, he encountered resistance at every turn. It was as if the magic itself resisted his intrusion, pushing back against his efforts with a stubborn resilience. No matter how he tried to manipulate it, the sigil held firm, its protective barrier unyielding.

Frustration simmered beneath Alastor's calm exterior as he grappled with the realization that he was facing a foe of considerable power. The locking magic was not just keeping him out of the room; it was actively thwarting his attempts to understand it, a testament to Ginger's formidable abilities. With a sigh, Alastor withdrew his hand, acknowledging defeat for the time being. 

As he turned away from the door, his mind raced with possibilities. What other secrets lay hidden within Ginger's room, and what could they reveal about her true nature? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: Ginger was not to be underestimated.

He started feeling glad he didn't eat her when he found her. But it made him wonder.

What else could she do?

Ginger's pov

As you slip into an unconscious state, it's as if you're descending into a soft, ethereal mist, cocooning you in its gentle embrace. Weightlessness overtakes your body, as if gravity has released its hold on your body. With each passing moment, your senses become hyper-aware, amplifying every sound, touch, and scent, pulling you deeper into the enchanting realm of dreams.

Once you fall completely asleep you find yourself surrounded by an ocean of blackness. As you swim through the boundless void, your mind clears like the dissipating mist, allowing you to focus with newfound clarity. 

With a whispered command of your imagination, the shapeless expanse begins to ripple and shimmer, as if responding to your words.

Slowly at first, tendrils of color emerge, painting delicate hues upon the empty canvas. Shades of emerald green intertwine with the deepest ebony, weaving a tapestry of shadows and light. The void trembles with anticipation, eager to take form under the spell of your creative will.

As your focus on the image you're trying to create the transformation quickens, and before your eyes, the formless void begins to coalesce into solid substance. Trees materialize from the darkness, their gnarled branches reaching skyward like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the forest.

Leaves unfurl in a symphony of verdant whispers, and the earth beneath your feet takes shape, soft and yielding to your touch. The air thrums with the pulse of life, carrying the scent of moss and damp earth on its invisible currents.

With a final surge of energy, the metamorphosis is complete—a dense, dark forest now stretches as far as the eye can see, its canopy of foliage obscuring the starry sky above. 

Stepping onto solid ground, you feel the damp earth beneath your feet, and the cool breeze blowing through your ginger hair. Your senses are immediately drawn to a soft, white glow hovering just ahead. The orb emits a gentle luminescence, casting flickering shadows upon the towering trees surrounding you. The orb floats effortlessly ahead of you, leading you deeper into the heart of the forest. As you follow its gentle guidance, the dense foliage begins to thin, revealing a clearing bathed in the silvery light of the full moon.

At the center of the clearing, you pause, mesmerized by the celestial beauty above. And as you gaze upon the luminous orb hovering before you, a presence begins to materialize—the figure of the Goddess emerges from the ethereal glow, her presence commanding the space around her. She is adorned with long, flowing black hair that cascades around her like wispy shadowy tendrils, moving with an otherworldly grace.

Upon her forehead, a shimmering moon sigil gleams with an ancient power, marking her as a divine being of lunar origin. Her long flowy dress, a radiant silver hue, seems to shimmer and glow, its incorporeal form appearing almost ghostly against the backdrop of the night.

She floats effortlessly above the forest floor, her gaze fixed upon you with eyes that are completely white, devoid of iris or pupils.

Surrounding her is a dark aura, vast and impenetrable, swirling with an intensity that speaks of depths unknown. She is the embodiment of darkness itself, not in its malevolent sense, but as its keeper.

She is Mona, the Moon Goddess. 

When she fully manifests before you, you bow to the powerful Goddess. As you raise your head, she extends her hand, and you watch in awe as it transforms. At first, it is an indistinct shadow, a mere silhouette in the dim light. Slowly, it begins to change, like smoke swirling and condensing into a solid form. The edges of the shadow blur and ripple, then start to coalesce, becoming more defined. Dark wisps of energy dance and weave together, gradually shaping into the delicate contours of a hand. The hand becomes fully corporeal, rich with the detail of veins, knuckles, and the soft, warm skin of a living being. 

She cups your cheek, and you lean into her touch, feeling the comforting dark energy seep into your very being. Calm washes over you, and your worries slip away under her warm, motherly touch.

She withdraws her hand and begins to speak, her voice resonating through the dark forest.

“What brings you here, my child?”

“I seek your guidance, Mother. I have descended into your realm, Hell. I’m trapped in a situation I cannot escape without your help. The coven of the Sun God, your brother’s worshippers, are here. They have cursed me, condemned my soul to rot away within a year. Please, Goddess, tell me you can help.”

You remove your clothes to reveal the sigil to the Goddess. She steps closer and with a delicate touch of her fingertips, tracing around the scar, she examines the curse. Her expression grows sorrowful as she reveals her answer.

“I’m sorry, my child, but the only one who's able to undo the spell is the one who casted, either by their own volition or by death.”

You felt your heart sink. Your coven, they would never forgive you, they have too much hate for you. And killing them? Well easier said than done, there's a lot of members and they are a lot more powerful than you are, especially together. It was hopeless. 

“No, no, no!” You groan in frustration, the tension gripping you like a vise. With a heavy heart, you bury your face in your hands, fingers digging into your scalp as if trying to alleviate the weight of your despair. Each breath feels labored, each moment filled with a sense of hopeless anguish that threatens to consume you whole.

It was all over, you're going to die in a year and there's nothing you can do. 

You feel a warm hand touch your shoulder, sending a calming energy through your spine. You sigh, gradually calming down from the Goddesses comforting touch. That's when you realize you are still in danger, the coven can still find you and drag you back to the torture cell. Not to mention not wanting to involve the hotel in this mess, that would surely end horribly.

You lift your head to look at Mona, a small empathetic smile on her face as she looks at you. You wipe off the tears that you just realized were rolling down your cheek. With a few sniffles and shaky breaths you finally gain back some composure. 

“There is another matter you might be able to help me with, Mother. I want to learn about my demon powers and how to use them. If the coven returns and tries to hurt me again, I need to be prepared. Could you please show me how to harness my powers?”

With a warm, reassuring smile, Mona extends her hand. As she does, shadowy tendrils emerge from her fingertips, weaving through the forest like hungry serpents. They consume the surroundings, devouring the familiar landscape until all that remains is a dark void. In this abyss, the only source of illumination is the faint, ethereal glow emanating from the Goddess herself.

“Let's begin," says the Goddess.

"To discover your powers, you must delve deep within yourself, exploring the darkest corners of your past. Take a deep breath and reflect, recalling your most grievous transgressions."

You inhale deeply, centering yourself, and begin to sift through your memories, navigating the murky depths of your past misdeeds.

As you focus on a particular memory, your surroundings shift. You and the Goddess materialize within the memory itself, witnessing your past unfold like scenes from a movie.

It's a memory of the first person you killed after massacring your coven. You wanted to steal his money since you were low on cash. The tavern you've been working in as a barmaid barely made you enough to get by. He was sitting at one of the tables close to the bar, already heavily inebriated. He was taller than you, but not by a lot, he was also a smaller skinnier build. Not a very attractive fella. He was known to be a drunkard, hitting on the barmaids, touching them inappropriately. He was the perfect target. 

Approaching him with measured steps, you wear a practiced seductive smile, your eyes gleaming with calculated allure. As you settle onto his lap, you can feel the weight of his gaze, clouded by intoxication, lingering on your form as the smell of sweat and ale filling your senses.

Leaning in close, you weave a tapestry of lies with your words, each syllable dripping with honeyed deceit. You stroke his ego, praising his strength and attractiveness, while subtly steering the conversation to your advantage.

With every whispered compliment, you draw him deeper into your web of deception, until he's putty in your hands, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath your facade.

After a few more drinks and a skillful exchange of words, you deftly pilfer the man's pouch without him even noticing, slipping away from the table with your prize in hand. Leaving the drunken mess of a man to his own devices, you disappear into the shadows of the tavern.

Days later, a group of men emerged from the doorway, stomping in angrily into the tavern. You recognized one of the men as the one you stole from a few nights ago. 

They approached you, shouting a growling demanding you give the guys money back. You try to calmly explain that you don't have the money. You tell them that you're poor and you work because your husband can't. You explained how you stole the money to buy medicine for him. They seem to ignore your words, throwing insults and threats your way. That's when the owner shows up and demands that they leave his tavern.

With a few more insults and profanities exchanged, the men left. After your shift finishes and you begin walking home, immediately feeling uneasy. Your intuition tells you to beware. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of the men trailing behind, their menacing silhouettes growing ever closer. The men from the tavern hot on your feet as you speed up, eventually turning to a full sprint. Ducking into a narrow alleyway, you press yourself against the cold stone wall, breath coming in ragged gasps as you watch the men scour the area, their shadows looming ominously in the flickering lamplight.

One with a mustache comes close to your hiding spot. He's a lot bigger than the fella you robbed, he could easily overpower you. Sensing the need for a distraction, you whisper a barely audible incantation. A sudden loud bang reverberates from the other side of the street. Startled, the men pivot towards the noise, their attention diverted as they rush to investigate.

You have the chance to make your escape, but something mischievous starts bubbling within you. How much fun it would be to mess with them. You quietly run behind a tree, you begin slowly climbing it. From your elevated vantage point, you weave another spell, projecting your voice to the spot where you were originally concealed.

The men, drawn by the illusion, scramble to the empty hiding spot, their frustration evident as they find nothing. Delighting in the chaos you've created, you repeat the process, sending them on a wild goose chase around the alleyways. At some point your cheeks start hurting from smiling, trying very hard to keep the laughter escaping from your throat.

But soon, your amusement wanes, and you decide it's time to make your escape. With a final diversionary spell, you project the sound of running footsteps in the opposite direction, leading the men away as you slip quietly from your perch. As they give chase to the phantom sound, you descend from the tree, straightening your dress with a composed air, ready to disappear into the night.

As you descend from the tree, you're startled to find yourself face to face with the man you robbed days ago. 

“She's here!! The thief is— UGHH” instinct takes over and you swiftly plunge your pocket knife you always keep with you into his stomach.

He collapses, gasping for air, clutching his wound in agony. Despite the rush of power coursing through you, there's no time to revel in it. With a menacing smile, you turn to flee, but the approaching footsteps of the men from before hasten your departure.

As you sprint through the streets, desperation sets in, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your legs burning with exertion. With the men hot on your trail, you realize you can't outrun them for much longer. Frantically scanning your surroundings, your eyes alight on a nearby house with a clothesline adorned with drying garments.

Without hesitation, you dash towards it, ripping the men's clothing from the line and hastily donning the disguise. A hat pulled low over your brow completes the transformation, obscuring your features as you blend into the shadows of the night, evading capture once more.

“Hey, boy, have you seen a woman running this way?" 

The largest man pants, desperation evident in his voice. Without a word, you gesture in the opposite direction of your intended escape. They nod in gratitude, their footsteps quickening as they follow your false lead.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you hurry home, hastily packing your belongings as you prepare to leave the town behind. Before stepping out into the streets, you take a small knife and make a precise, deliberate cut across your palm, the pain sharp and immediate. Holding a deep bowl beneath your hand, you watch as the deep crimson blood drips steadily into it.

With your blood as the cornerstone of the ritual, you add rusty nails and rotten eggs, dried thorns and dead insects, a splash of vinegar, and a pinch of wormwood. These ingredients, potent and foul, amplify the dark energy of your spell.

Next, you write down the names of the men who pursued you, they were regulars so you have heard their names slip from their mouths. Placing the slips of paper into the bowl, each one soaking in the blood and other ingredients. The connection to your enemies is now tangible, their fate sealed within the mix.

Striking your flint and steel, you light the contents of the bowl. The flames flare up with an eerie glow, the blood sizzling and hissing as the hex activates. You watch intently as the fire consumes the mixture, the power of your blood magic sending waves of sickness and misfortune to the men who wronged you.

As the fire dies down to smoldering embers, you feel the energy of the hex solidify. With a final glance at the dying flames, you quickly duck out of your home, slipping into the night to begin your journey to another town, leaving the cursed remnants behind.

This was the first town you abandoned in such a manner. After three years of residing there, you depart due to a murder you committed, devoid of any remorse. It marks the beginning of a pattern, a cycle of fleeing from consequences that will repeat itself in towns to come. 

With the memory dissipating like smoke, shadowy tendrils throwing you into another.

As you delve into the next memory, the scene unfolds before you with chilling clarity. You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the air heavy with the scent of iron and decay. Your pulse quickens as you confront the man who dared to lay a hand on you.

It's 1886 and it's the first time you used your blood magic to kill someone. The man, Joseph, was someone you were fond of. You didn't exactly love him. No, the ability to love has been something you couldn't xperience anymore, and you'll be damned if you ever trust a man again. 

Either way he was somewhat close to you, but he mistook that friendship as something more. He tried to court you, not taking no for an answer. Joseph tried to get you to agree to go on a date with him several times, eventually he grew tired of you declining him and tried to use force against you. You two were in your home having a few drinks when he tried to kiss you. Pulling away from him only resorted to him grabbing you angrily to shove his lips against yours. You managed to escape his grip and knock him out quickly, he was out cold immediately as you broke a bottle of wine over his head. So that's where you were now, in the basement, with his form sprawled out on the cold altar table, bound and unconscious. 

It was the perfect time to try out a new ritual dedicated to the Huntress Goddess. You were trying to find a perfect victim after all, and of course not wanting to just kill any innocent rando, it was very convenient timing on his part really.

His face contorts in confusion as he begins to stir, awakening to find himself at your mercy.

As you stand before the bound man, his chest exposed on the altar, a tense silence fills the dimly lit basement. You can feel the weight of his gaze upon you, a mixture of fear and confusion flickering in his eyes. With a steady hand, you reach for your tools, the implements of your craft gleaming in the faint light.

“Why are you doing this?" he demands, his voice tinged with desperation. "What do you want from me?"

You pause, regarding him with a cool detached look. "What I want is of no consequence to you now," you reply, your voice low and steady. "You have trespassed against me, and now you must face the consequences."

His eyes widen in realization, a flicker of panic crossing his features. "Please," he pleads, his voice cracking with fear. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It was a mistake, I swear. We can fix this, go back to being friends." Joseph was begging like a pathetic puppy. Disgusting, he thought he could just have you, but what else did you expect from a man? They take what they don't own without hesitation or remorse. You are ready to make him pay for his actions.

You remain unmoved, your resolve unshakeable. "Words mean nothing now," you say, your tone devoid of emotion. Taking the sharp blade out of its sheet, a beautiful knife, with the handle made out of a deer antler, intricate symbols carved on it. "Actions have consequences, and yours have led you here.” you point the knife to his chest, you see his breath quicken, eyes widening, expression turning into that of a cornered animal. 

As you begin the ritual, his protests grow more frantic, his struggles against his bonds growing increasingly desperate, but you pay him no mind. Attaching the deer antlers to your victim, tying them to his head securely. You dedicated this animal, your perfect prey, to Fenja, the Huntress Goddess. Your focus is unwavering as you channel the dark energies swirling within you.

By offering this man's life to the Goddess, you will be granted protection from all dangers for an entire year. She will shield you from harm and guide you on the right path.

As the ritual reaches its climax, you draw upon the man's life force, draining his blood from his wrists with a steady hand. The crimson liquid flows into the deep bowl beneath him, pooling with dark intent as you prepare to channel its power.

With practiced precision, you carve intricate sigils into his chest, dedicated to the hunt, each stroke imbued with the ancient symbols of your craft. The man's skin yields to your touch, the marks etched into his flesh like a twisted tapestry of agony and despair.

With that you pick up your spell book, whispering incantations in an ancient language, praying to Fenja to grant you protection and to humbly accept the offering in trade. With the last words leaving your lips you hover over the man's sprawled out body. He's barely conscious because of the blood loss. With a savage determination, you reach for the sacrificial dagger at your side, its blade glinting in the dim light.

With a swift and merciless stroke, you plunge the deer bone dagger into the man's chest, tearing through muscle and sinew until you reach the prize you seek: his still-beating heart. With a triumphant cry, you wrench the heart from his chest, holding it aloft with a savage hunger in your eyes.

And then, without hesitation, you sink your teeth into the pulsing organ, tearing into its flesh with a primal ferocity. The taste of blood fills your mouth, a heady mixture of triumph and power coursing through your veins as you consume the man's essence. 

Your body quivers as a surge of power courses through you, each fiber vibrating with the intensity of the Huntress's magic. Your eyes alight with a mesmerizing hue of deep purple, as if infused with the very essence of the hunt.

The spell had worked, making that year incredibly peaceful. No one tried to expose you as a magic practitioner, you robbed and tricked people effortlessly, and you remained free from sickness and disease. It was perfect. The only downside was a little cannibalism, but with such a great payoff, why not? This ritual was just a modified version of what you did in the coven, where you used a raw deer heart instead of a human one. Somehow, the heart of this man gave you much more power than the deer’s. After that, you repeated the spell yearly.

As the memory begins to fade, reminders of past actions flicker into view, but before you can dwell on them for long, you're swiftly pulled into another memory, whisked away from the haunting echoes of the past.

As 1922 unfolded in New York, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The roaring twenties were your favorite decade, even with the tragic things that happened, now you were witnessing its glorious resurgence. With anticipation bubbling inside you, you eagerly embraced the era's vibrancy and allure. It was time to relive the golden days of the twenties once again.

You were sitting on a barstool of your favorite speakeasy, sipping on bootleg hooch and whisky imported from England. The Blind Tiger was owned by a man who was famous all over New York. Marco Moretti, a notorious bootlegger, a cruel criminal who held the coppers in the palm of his hands, and insanely rich.

The velvety warmth of fine whisky caressed your throat, igniting a familiar thrill as you took another sip. A symphony of smoke and spirits swirled around you, mingling with the lively jazz melodies that pulsed through the air. Your finger traced the rhythm of the music on the table, echoing the fast-paced tempo. Amidst the sea of elegant suits and dazzling dresses, joyous laughter and spirited dancing filled the room, painting a vibrant tableau of revelry and indulgence. Ah what a time to be alive.

With a cigarette poised between your lips, you fished out your lighter from your bag, anticipating the comforting glow of a flame. However, despite your best efforts, the stubborn lighter remained unyielding, failing to spark. Frustration increases as you click it repeatedly.

*flick*

*flick*

*flick*

"Ugh, God damn it," you muttered, cursing the heavens for denying you the simple pleasure of a nicotine fix. Disheartened, you slumped forward, resting your head on the worn bar table. Suddenly, the faint sound of another flick and the crackle of fire caught your attention.

Raising your head, you leaned into the offered flame, finally igniting your cigarette. As a wave of calmness washed over you with each inhale, you glanced up to thank the gentleman responsible, only to realize you were face to face with an actual mobster, none other than Marco Moretti, the owner of the speakeasy.

“Thank you kindly, sir” you look at him and my my he was handsome too. 

“Of course Bella, it's my pleasure” he said, offering you a sweet smile.

As the night went on, you found yourself talking and laughing with him, the smoky haze of the speakeasy wrapping around you like a veil. Marco was more than just a notorious figure; he was magnetic, captivating, and before you knew it, you were drawn into his world.

You were good at deception and trickery, at least that's what you thought until you met him. But he was like a mastermind, always ten steps ahead, fooling everyone effortlessly. As you two got closer, Marco introduced you to the inner workings of his empire, teaching you the art of discretion and the finesse of manipulation. You became his confidant, his right hand, his partner in crime, and soon, the two of you were running New York together.

Horse races at Belmont Park became your playground. You and Marco would arrive in style, decked out in the finest attire. The crowds would part as you walked through, a power couple exuding confidence and control. You placed bets with an air of nonchalance, always seeming to know the right horse to back, thanks to the inside information Marco had at his disposal.

Nights were a spectacle of luxury and excess. Lavish balls hosted in grand mansions became the norm, where the city's elite mingled with the criminal elite under a veneer of propriety. You danced under crystal chandeliers, the jazz music lively as alway. Every event was an opportunity to forge alliances and reinforce your status.

But it wasn't just the glamor that defined your days. You were involved in the meticulous planning of heists and the orchestration of elaborate bootlegging operations. You learned how to navigate the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld, gaining a reputation for your cunning and ruthlessness. Together, you bribed officials, outsmarted rivals, and expanded your influence, making the Moretti name synonymous with both fear and respect all around the country.

One night, after a particularly successful operation that involved smuggling a massive shipment of whisky through the city's sewers, you and Marco stood on the rooftop of the Waldorf Astoria, looking out over the glittering skyline of New York. 

Marco turned to you, his expression serious. "We've come a long way, Bella. This city is ours for the taking, but we have to stay sharp. The higher we climb, the further we have to fall.” 

He pulled you close to his chest, kissed the top of your head. Your relationship with him was complicated. You two were necessarily a couple, but it wasn't friendship either.  It was a weird in-between thing you two had, since both of you knew that being together would do more harm than good. 

But you loved each other, maybe not in the romantic sense, but you cared for him deeply and he cared for you two. It felt like nothing could stop the two of you. That is until one fateful night tragedy struck.

It started as a routine operation, a delivery of bootleg whisky to a new speakeasy on the Lower East Side. You and Marco were confident, your plan meticulously crafted. But as you navigated the narrow alleyways, a trap was sprung. Rival gang members ambushed you. Gunfire erupted, the sharp cracks of pistols echoing off the brick walls.

Marco and you fought back fiercely, but you were outnumbered. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut—this wasn't just a skirmish; it was an execution.

“Get out of here, Bella!" Marco shouted, shoving you towards a narrow escape route between two buildings. "I'll hold them off!”

“Are you insane Marco, this is suicide!” you protested, your heart pounding with fear and anger.

“Go!" he commanded, his eyes fierce and determined. 

Tears stung your eyes as you hesitated, but the gravity of the situation forced you to comply. With one last, anguished look at Marco, you fled, the sounds of gunfire and shouts fading as you ran.

You found refuge in an abandoned warehouse, heart heavy with dread. Minutes felt like hours as you waited, hoping against hope that Marco would emerge from the shadows, unscathed. But deep down, you knew the truth. He was gone.

The grief and rage from Marco’s death propelled you back to the Moretti mansion with a fierce determination to regroup and plan your next move. However, as you approached, the eerie silence and the flickering lights filled you with a foreboding sense of dread. The usually bustling estate was ominously quiet.

You stepped inside, and the scene that greeted you was nothing short of a nightmare. Bodies of Marco’s loyal men and women lay scattered, their lives brutally snuffed out. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and your heart sank as you realized that the rival gang had struck again, this time with a devastating blow. 

Suddenly, rough hands grabbed you from behind, yanking you into the main hall where the leader of the rival gang, a menacing figure named Vito Rossi, stood smirking. His henchmen surrounded you, their faces twisted with malicious glee.

“Well, well, look who we have here,” Vito sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “The infamous queen of the Moretti empire. Too bad your reign ends tonight.”

They tied you to a chair, and Vito leaned in close, his breath hot and rancid against your face. “We’ve taken everything—your money, your power, your family. Now, we’ll take your life.”

Stupid fools, they should have known better than to mess with you. And what they did to the Moretti family, the closest people you deemed family in a long while. People who took you in, accepted your wickedness, welcomed it and loved you for who you are. And they butchered them. Now they think they are going to kill you too? I don't think so.

Your heart pounded with fury, but on the outside you remained calm, closing your eyes you focused on the incantation.

“Blood be still, body freeze, halt their will, bring them to their knees.”

The words rolled off your tongue in a whisper, and a sudden chill filled the room. Vito paused, confusion flickering across his face as the room filled with dread, the feeling of dark magic surrounding them. His men looked around uneasily, their bravado wavering

“What the hell is—” Vito’s question was cut off as his blood began to freeze in his veins. One by one, the gang members’ eyes widened in terror, their bodies locking into place as the spell took hold.

With a flick of your fingers, the ropes binding you to the chair snapped, falling to the floor with a soft thud. You stood, your expression cold and resolute, and walked over to Vito, who was now immobilized, his eyes filled with a mix of horror and disbelief.

“You underestimated me,” you said softly, your voice echoing in the silent room. “And now you’ll pay the price.”

With deliberate steps, you collected the bags of money they had stolen, securing them in a large satchel. The room remained deathly silent, save for the faint clicking of your heels on the tiled floor.

1928, you're sitting on a train, with bags full of cash and a broken life. Heading to New Orleans, changing your appearance, starting a new life. This wasn't the first time you've done this, so why does it hurt to leave? 

Even with the pain of losing someone so important to you, you find yourself happy in a bittersweet way. With deep breath you're ready to create a new life for yourself once more. 

The air is thick with the scent of smoke, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. Dark figures loom around a crackling bonfire, their distorted shapes dancing eerily in the flickering light. Voices rise in a cacophony of chants, their words twisted and distorted, sending shivers down your spine.

Amidst the chaos, a haunting sound cuts through the night air – the heart-wrenching cry of a child, its echoes reverberating through the darkness. You can feel the weight of despair pressing down on you as you strain to shut out the horrifying scene unfolding before you. Your breathing quickens, vision blurs as you drop to the floor. With your eyes trained on the ground, you pull on your ears, trying to ground yourself somehow as you relive the worst thing that happened to you.

Suddenly, there's a sickening gurgle, followed by a woman screaming, and then unsettling silence that hangs heavy in the air like a shroud. Your heart clenches as you realize the depth of the darkness that surrounds this memory, its tendrils reaching out to ensnare you in its grip. With a sense of dread, you shut your eyes tightly, trying to escape the haunting images that threaten to consume you whole.

That's when you feel a pair of hands grip you, yanking you from the deep dark memory. Tears are rolling down your cheeks, your heart rate slowing down as you realize that the Goddess pulled you out of the nightmare. Looking around you find yourself back in the void, Mona close to you, comforting you after the painful reminder of your past. 

“It seems this is not something we're ready to look through. Moving through memories like this can be dangerous if we get too lost in them. They can pull you in, making you relive them forever. I needed to pull you out when you reacted in such a manner.” 

You turn towards the Goddess, slowly coming back to your normal self, pushing down the thoughts of pain and suffering. 

“Was it enough revisiting to know what kind of demon magic I have?” You ask tiredly, hoping that you don't have to jump to another memory again.

“Yes, it will be enough”replied the Goddess.

“So, what kind of magic do I possess?“

“What is it that you've observed my child?” Asked the Goddess.

“I tricked them. I used my words, my magic, my womanly charms and my resourcefulness and fooled all of them. And once I was done, I changed my appearance and my name and moved away, just to do it all over again. Those who deserved my help, I protected fiercely and those who crossed me paid the price.”

“And what kind of power would you possess if this is what you did in life”

“Trickery?” You ask.

The Goddess Mona, with her ethereal glow and an air of timeless wisdom, smiles at your realization. "Indeed, trickery is your gift," she affirms, her voice a melodic whisper that reverberates through the obsidian walls of the training room. "The power of trickery is multifaceted and incredibly potent. Let me explain the abilities you can harness from it."

She raises her hand, and a cascade of shimmering shadows forms a delicate, intricate web in the air. The web is a mesmerizing tapestry, each thread pulsating with a different hue, weaving a vibrant display of color and shadow. The strands are as fine as spider silk, interlacing in complex patterns that shift and shimmer as they move.

"First, you have the ability of Illusions," she begins, her fingers dancing through the threads. "You can manipulate the senses of others, creating images and sounds that deceive and confuse. With practice, you can even craft entire landscapes, making your enemies question their reality."

A thread of silver light glows brighter, and she touches it gently. "Next is Shape-shifting. You have the power to alter your appearance at will, adopting new forms to blend in, evade capture, or mislead. This ability goes beyond mere disguise; you can mimic voices, mannerisms, and even the aura of those you emulate."

The web shifts, and a dark, almost invisible thread comes to the forefront. "Then there is Invisibility. By bending light and shadow, you can render yourself unseen. This can be momentary, a flicker to avoid detection, or sustained to move unseen through the world."

Mona's hand moves to a vibrant, glowing thread of pink. "You also possess Charm and Persuasion. This isn't just about speaking convincingly; you can infuse your words with magic, compelling others to see things your way, believe your lies, or even act against their own interests. With this, you can sway the minds and hearts of those around you."

Finally, she touches a deep crimson thread, pulsating with a dark energy. "And then there is Blood Bending. This is unusual but since you used your blood in your craft while you were alive it is not surprising that you possess this gift. This rare and formidable power allows you to manipulate the blood within living beings. You can control their movements, immobilize them, or even inflict pain. This ability is incredibly dangerous and must be wielded with the utmost caution. It gives you dominion over life itself, turning your enemies into mere puppets under your command."

Mona lets the web dissolve, its threads dissipating like mist. She steps closer, placing a hand on your shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "These are your gifts, the powers of trickery. They are tools for survival and conquest. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Use them wisely, my child."

“Thank you Goddess, I really appreciate your help” you bow to her in gratitude as the space shifts again, returning to the dark forest. 

“I think it's time you returned to the real world now, child. You should practice your powers.” 

Without much time to process her words, She snaps her finger and you're jolted awake from your bed. 

Oh my, you're quite a powerful demon. 

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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 6: Vodka Cran and a Countdown

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 4002

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: here we are with the NYE chapter finally! its a huge 4000 words so I hope you appreciate it and i'm getting started on the next chap as we speak.

hope you enjoy!! <3

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:26am, Sunday]

Cameron: Feeling like a real life barbie doll right now

Ferris: explain???

Cameron: Gina took pity on me and has come over to help me find an outfit for tonight

Ferris: ah yep Ferris: thatll do it

Cameron: I have tried on at least 13 different tops Cameron: Gina said she’s determined to have me looking 10 times better than I usually do apparently

Ferris: i think u look great as u are Ferris: dont need to change a thing Ferris: dont let gina push u around too much

Cameron: Thanks Jake. I won’t :)

-

[2:36pm, Sunday]

Ferris: havent heard from u in a while and thought id make sure gina didnt destroy your will to live

Cameron: I am being attacked with curlers

Ferris: uh oh

Cameron: Rosa is here too now, the party playlist has been put on and Gina is about to start her makeup

Ferris: didnt you say she was over at yours tho???

Cameron: She showed up with a duffel bag

Ferris: haha of course

Cameron: It’s nice though, I won’t complain about getting to spend time with them, it might even be a little bit fun Cameron: I’m actually excited to see how my hair will turn out

Ferris: draft message: im excited to see you Ferris: if gina has done it then youll look great!

Cameron: Gotta go, Gina is wondering who I’m messaging

Ferris: byeee ames

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[09:32pm, Sunday]

Four Eyes: Me, Rosa, and Gina leaving my dorm in about 10 minutes. Will we be meeting you guys there or will we go together?

Pineapples: charles and i on the way Pineapples: will see u there!!

Four Eyes: See you there!!

-

Dance Squad

[09:33pm, Sunday]

G-Hive: amy looks fantastic G-Hive: too covered up but compromises were made

Charlese: Gina you’re not allowed to meddle!

G-Hive: i didnt meddle!!

Scary: technically it wasn’t meddling, she was ‘helping a friend’

Charlese: ugh FINE

G-Hive: youll change your attitude when they kiss at midnight

Charlese: you can’t guarantee that

G-Hive: i cant G-Hive: but i will anyway

Scary: I don’t think one ‘makeover’ is gonna make them wanna kiss each other

G-Hive: you have no sense of romance

Scary: something I pride myself on

Charlese: gtg Jake is giving me weird looks

-

Amy could tell Gina was up to something when she kept trying to give Amy a specific amount of drinks before they left and on uber ride to the party. She just kept refusing and was grateful when Rosa eventually intervened and got Gina to stop, joining in the pre-drinks with Gina. Amy wasn’t embarrassed to tell them her and Jake had made a bet but he hadn’t mentioned it so she didn’t want to either, it was their secret. She just hoped Jake hadn’t gotten started before the party otherwise the catch up was going to be rough.

For this year Terry and his friends had hired out an entire bar, apparently having thought of the idea after they spent three whole days cleaning the house after last year’s party. Amy could hear the music pumping from the venue before she could even see it, seeing a few girls walking towards the bar in short dresses and suddenly feeling underdressed.

Although, she took small comfort in the fact that Rosa had gone for a similar outfit template to her – dark jeans and a nice top. Gina had done her makeup which didn’t look much different to how Amy usually does it except a little darker around her eyes and a bolder lip colour, explaining that it was a special occasion and special occasions called for something extra. Amy’s hair had been styled in loose, voluminous curls, they bounced around when she moved her head and it made Amy feel glamorous.

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[09:58pm, Sunday]

Four Eyes: @Pineapples Where are you guys? We’re almost there

Pineapples: we’ve secured a table in the back corner Pineapples: get here quick tho these people are vultures

Four Eyes: Be there ASAP!

-

Jake spotted Amy immediately from across the bar, even through all the people moving around he saw her. She looked as beautiful as ever and he hoped Charles didn’t hear the little sigh he let slip upon seeing her. He then quickly looked at Charles’ drink on the table before Amy noticed him staring at her.

The three girls arrived at the table looking put out at the journey from the door to the table through the sea of people but seemed pleased to finally be there nonetheless. Amy gave Jake a wide smile and it made him feel all warm inside despite the cool temperature outside.

“What’s the poison tonight?” Amy joked to Jake as slid into the circular booth next to him.

“Nothing yet, what do you want?” He asked back.

Amy’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at the question before she collected herself and answered him with a simple ‘surprise me’.

Jake nudged to Charles to get up and the two of them went up to the bar to get drinks for everyone. They came back with their hands full of drinks, Jake had settled on getting him and Amy a vodka-cranberry each. He hadn’t wanted to get a drink she wouldn’t like and it was way too early in the night yet for shots.

Thank you’s and your welcome’s were exchanged as Jake and Charles sat back down, once they were seated Gina then raised her glass in the air.

“Happy new year losers!”

A chorus of ‘happy new year’ responded while they all clinked their glasses together in celebration. They spent a while sitting down and chatting over the loud music, laughing at dumb jokes and taking the chance to fully relax. Every so often someone would go up to get a new drink and make the offer to the table, by the time 11:00pm rolled around Jake and Amy were three drinks in.

-

Amy felt like going up and dancing, any other situation and she probably would already be on the dance floor but she was sandwiched into the booth by Jake and Charles on one side, and Gina and Rosa on the other.

Rosa then got up to get another drink from the bar and offered to the table, of which Jake gladly accepted after pointing out Amy had finished her third drink. Jake didn’t let Amy hear what the next drink was going to be, opting to text Rosa the order instead and taking great joy in her eye roll.

-

Bi Besties

[11:05pm, Sunday]

El Baboso: 2 vodka cran El Baboso: 5 tequila shots

-

He handed her some cash to cover the cost and she was off through the bar, Gina following behind her to assist and get another drink for herself. Not long after Rosa and Gina left, Charles spotted Genevieve and all but ran away from them. Amy couldn’t blame him, and she wasn’t too mad about being left alone with Jake. She couldn’t help but nod along to the music while talking to Jake and was keen to down the next drink and have a dance, and Jake seemed to read her mind.

“Wanna dance after this drink?” He asked, leaning a little bit closer to her to ask.

“Definitely!” Amy responded with a smile, her heart thundering at Jake being close enough for her to smell his cologne.

A few minutes later Rosa and Gina returned with a tray of drinks, Amy’s eyes going wide at the line of shots.

“I did get one for Charles but he’s gone so who would care for a second?” Jake asked.

“Mine!” Gina yelled as she picked up two of the full shot glasses and placed them on the table in front of her, claiming her prize before anyone else did – although, there were no arguments from anyone else at her claim.

The four of them clinked the shot glasses together and downed them, Amy was able to hold back gagging but her face still screwed up in disgust.

“Sorry Ames, I had to do at least one shot” He laughed, and Amy joined in.

“That’s fine, it is your prize after all” She waved one hand in dismissal while the other picked up her drink to have a sip.

After the shots Gina had dragged Rosa to the dance floor so now it truly was just Jake and Amy left, and she couldn’t be happier. She loved all of her friends but anytime she got to spend time with Jake was a highlight of her day, and she wouldn’t rather ring in the new year with anyone else.

“C’mon, lets go dance!” Jake was already standing up and held out his hand for Amy to take.

She took some last quick sips of her drink before abandoning it, knowing she won’t be returning to it, then slid out of the booth and took Jake’s hand. He led them through groups of people to a clear spot on the dance floor, Amy stayed close and held his hand tight the whole time. She had expected him to let go once they had made it to the dance floor but he didn’t, instead holding their hands up in the air as an invitation for her to spin underneath. Once she had realised what his intentions were she spun, causing both of them to giggle. He still didn’t let go after that, and neither did Amy.

They continued to dance until suddenly there was an announcement over the speaker that it was nearing midnight, everyone had started to shuffle around and pile towards to the DJ booth to start the countdown. The screen behind the DJ booth then showed a large countdown clock – 30 second until midnight.

For the first time since getting up, Jake let go of Amy’s hand and her heart dropped slightly. But they both stood next to each other, sides pressing against one another as they looked at the big countdown clock. With 15 seconds left until midnight Amy grabbed Jake’s hand in a moment of confidence, happy he didn’t pull away.

Jake and Amy, along with the whole bar, counted down the final ten seconds until midnight. The place erupted in cheers as it hit midnight, cries of happy new year and confetti surrounded them. Couples littered across the bar were kissing, some a small peck and others taking the opportunity to start an intense make out session.

Amy looked at Jake as the clock struck, yelling out happy new year and wanting to be the one who kissed him but she couldn’t strike up the courage. She also didn’t want to kiss him for the first time in a crowded bar where her shoes stuck to the floor and they were surrounded by strangers.

So she compromised on giving him a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and she could feel him hesitate for a moment before his arms made their way around her waist and pulled her against him tightly.

Amy could smell his cologne and shampoo, it was intoxicating and made her head spin for a moment as she indulged in taking a deep breath of him. Her back burned where his hands were placed, fingers splayed out and holding her against him.

Once the cheers started to die down and the music play loudly Amy pulled away, knowing she let the hug go one for too long but tucking away the knowledge that Jake didn’t pull away either. She slid her hands to his shoulders and pulled back to look at him directly, not realising how close their faces were until it was too late.

The two of them stood there for a few moments, the rest of the world melted away as Amy searched Jake’s face for... something. Jake was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read, a look she hadn’t seen on him before. She thought she imagined it when she noticed Jake’s eyes flick down to look at her lips for just a moment.

“Happy new year, Jake” Her voice was laced with longing, speaking to be barely audible over all the background noise.

“Happy new year, Ames” He responded breathlessly, and Amy could only wonder as to why.

This time it was Jake who pulled back, stepping away from Amy and reducing all contact except for holding onto her hand once more and starting to dance. Amy easily followed along and fell in time with Jake and the music once more, acting as if their weirdly intimate moment hadn’t just happened.

Amy isn’t sure how long they spend dancing until her phone goes off, and she can tell it’s a group chat based on the face Jake makes at the same time she gets the notification.

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:42am, Monday]

RoRo: gina sitting on the sidewalk, we’re getting an uber back RoRo: whos in?

Mr Grapes: Don’t worry about me! Will be with Genevieve

RoRo: barf

Pineapples: count amy and i in Pineapples: heading out now

-

Both Amy and Jake had quickly checked their messages at the same time and nodded in agreement pretty quickly at the suggestion of going home, as much fun as Amy had been having, she was getting tired. The alcohol making her head feel heavy and her legs getting tired from the dancing.

Jake kept a hold on Amy’s hand as they pushed their way out of the bar, people becoming a lot less kind and considerate now that they’d had a good amount of time to drink too much. But much to Amy’s disappointment he dropped it as soon as they reached the door, but even Amy couldn’t rationalise there was much need for it once on the street.

After a quick look both ways they spotted Rosa and Gina a few feet away from the bar entry. Rosa leaning against a building scrolling on her phone, and Gina was sat on the ground with her legs crossed and back leaning against the same building as Rosa.

“Jake! Amy! You’re coming with us?” Gina asked happily upon seeing the two of them approach.

“Of course Geen!” Jake responded, immediately matching her energy, “what are you doin’ down there?” He asked standing in front of her.

“Well I’d blame you for the shots you ordered but it was probably the round after that” There was a slight slur to her words and Amy had to hold back a giggle.

“Ah, makes sense” He held out a hand intending to help her up off the ground but instead she slapped it, giving him a high five that made Jake laugh.

Amy leaned on the building next to Rosa, tilting her head back against it and closing her eyes for a few moments. She took the time to breathe in the cool fresh air after having been in the stuffy bar for a few hours.

The uber arrives a few minutes later and the four of them pile in. Jake sat in the passenger seat while Amy was sandwiched between Rosa and Gina in the backseat, the car ride back was relatively quiet, Jake made conversation with the driver while Gina struggled to keep her eyes open while leaning her head against the window. Amy is quiet as she picks at her nails, too many thoughts of Jake swirling around in her head, a head that was not sober enough to deal with it all properly.

They reached campus and climbed out of the car back into the cold, which was now unwelcome after having sat in a warm car long enough to get accustomed to the temperature. Amy shivered as she climbed out and the four of them began the walk to their dorms.

“I’m gonna make sure Gina gets back safe” Rosa said before grabbing Gina by the shoulders and pointing her in the direction of her building.

“Okay, keep us updated. Goodnight guys” Jake calls out as Rosa and Gina walk off together.

“Goodnight!” Amy quickly called out after Jake.

Gina yells back a giggly goodbye while Rosa just raises a hand over her shoulder in their direction, barely sparing them another glance. Amy and Jake continue their walk together in comfortable silence, although Amy can’t help but feel an unexplainable tension has settled over them now.

Amy can’t help but think about their moment at midnight, she wanted to kiss him like everyone else around them, but Jake just wasn’t that kind of guy. If he wanted to be with her, he would’ve made it obvious by now. The more she mulls over the situation, the more upset it makes her; wanting to be with a man who doesn’t want her back, it’s positively heartbreaking.

It isn’t much longer before they reach the spot her and Jake have to split up to go to their respective buildings and Amy can’t decide whether she’s sad to say goodbye to him or relieved to no longer have to be around him.

“So, uh, did you have fun tonight?” Jake asked nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets and shifting back and forth on his feet.

“I did yeah, more fun than I expected. Thanks to you- and everyone else” Amy had to quickly add the last section, feeling embarrassed at her near slip up.

“That’s good, I’m glad. Well um, I gotta go-“ He pointed over his shoulder with a thumb in the direction of his building.

“Yeah of course, me too” Amy nervously tucked her hair behind her ears, needing something to do with her hands.

There was a beat of silence that stretched on almost slightly too long to be comfortable before Jake finally spoke.

“Goodnight Ames” he said quietly, voice laced with sincerity.

“Goodnight Jake” Amy returned easily, as if saying goodnight to Jake is something she’s been doing her whole life – as easy as breathing.

He gave her a small smile before turning around and walking away from her, leaving Amy standing on the path for a few moments just watching him walk away with his hands in his pockets. Finally, a shiver going through her body prompted her to quickly move towards her building, ready to climb under three blankets and defrost.

When she finally reached her dorm upon closing the door she let out a long sigh, trying to process how the night had gone. She moved around the room getting ready for bed, taking off her makeup and putting on her pyjamas and thinking about how late it was.

As she climbed into bed she thought about hugging Jake at midnight, how she had spent most of the evening holding his hand and how she would do anything to be near his warmth again. She practically falls against her pillow, lying on her side staring at her nightstand with her phone sitting there silently.

In a moment of weakness – and perhaps exhaustion – she opens her phone, the screen bright in her dark room. She navigates to her and Jake’s messages and reads through some of them, staring at the last few messages they exchanged before they had left for the night out.

Reading his messages from earlier in the day, he said Amy looks good just as she is – and Amy would blame the alcohol on the tears shed at these simple words, her heart aching.

-

Jake is frustrated beyond belief, he feels like an idiot, like a scared idiot. Too cowardly to even tell a girl he likes her. But it’s not just a girl, its Amy – she’s everything.

When he slams his dorm door shut he feels a bit guilty about how the noise echoes, knowing he woke at least a few people up with the force. He rubs his hands over his face and groans in frustration, before walking over to his bed and kicking the leg of it with enough force to make him curse at the pain shooting up through his toe.

The pain subsides after a few minutes but he still doesn’t feel any better, he’s angry at himself and angry at the world for everything. He’s angry that he’s just had a fun night out with his closest friends and now hates himself.

He doesn’t know what to do, other than angrily get ready for bed, leaving his clothes strewn on the floor for future-Jake to deal with. He doesn’t know how he can even manage seeing Amy again, but he knows he won’t survive without her.

-

Dance Squad

[02:35pm, Monday]

G-Hive: 5 mins be ready

Scary: for what?

Charlese: Post-NYE briefing??

G-Hive: just be ready!

-

[02:40pm, Monday]

G-Hive started an audio call Charlese joined the audio call Scary joined the audio call

Gina: Okay bitches, lets discuss

Charles: I barely saw you guys after I found Genevieve – she’s here by the way, filled her in on all the deets

Gina: Perfect, so we saw them a few times after you left

Rosa: They didn’t kiss, end of discussion. Can I go now?

Gina: What do you mean they didn’t kiss! Rosa you’re ruining the fun of this

Rosa: Oh no, I’m heartbroken

Gina: The sarcasm is not appreciated

Charles: So they didn’t kiss, how do you know this for sure?

Rosa: Fiiiiine. I know they didn’t kiss because the four of us took an uber together back to campus and believe me, they were not acting like two people who had kissed each other

Gina: Goddamn it! When did Jake become such a loser

Charles: I think that’s a bit far-

Gina: No it isn’t! Rosa, how do you even know for sure? What if they kissed but then felt awkward because Amy is awkward?

Charles: That’s a strong possibility, they’re my friends but I wouldn’t put it past them to make it awkward

Rosa: They just need to bone and get it over with

Gina: No sense of romance as per usual. Well we can find out whether or not they kissed

Charles: By asking them? Won’t that make them feel weird

Gina: No Charles, its very easy – we just ask one of them, probably Jake, whether he and Amy have spoken today

Rosa: That’s actually not a bad idea to get an answer

Gina: Rosa approved method!

Charles: Alright then, who’s gonna do it?

Rosa: Not it

Gina: I’ll do it and get back to you- actually stay on call, Charles I can update you about Sasha while we wait for Jake to answer

Charles: Oh absolutely!

-

DDC

[02:50pm, Monday]

G: have u talked to amy today??

Jacob: yeah why??

G: no reason

-

Charles: -why she wouldn’t just tell Matt is so weird-

Gina: Jake responded! He has talked to her today

Rosa: Firstly, Sasha needs to get her shit together, seriously. Secondly, that means Jake and Amy didn’t kiss. For the love of god can I go now?

Gina: Yes yes, bye Rosa

Charles: Bye Rosa!

Gina: Sasha’s honestly losing it-

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[03:36pm, Tuesday]

Four Eyes: Everyone ready for classes tomorrow?

Pineapples: i was trying to enjoy the last of my no class time :(

Four Eyes: It’s important to be prepared!

RoRo: i’m always ready for anything

Queen G: ill be winging it as per usual Queen G: and ill be slaying it as per usual

Four Eyes: Look on the bright side, we’re halfway now Four Eyes: Almost there!

Pineapples: still got the whole second half tho

Four Eyes: You’re gonna be fine, as long as you keep the momentum from last semester

Pineapples: idk ames Pineapples: holidays changed me

Four Eyes: Uh huh I’m sure they did

-

Dance Squad

[03:42pm, Tuesday]

G-Hive: god can they get a room G-Hive: im gonna barf

Scary: not even two days ago you were trying to hook them up

G-Hive: and i stand by that G-Hive: i just dont want them being gross in the gc

Charlese: I think it’s cute!

Scary: gross

G-Hive: gross

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authors note: As always thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Your kudos and comments keep me going and motivated so thanks to everyone who's given kudos and commented, i love you all <3 I'll have the next chap out as soon as I can but as usual no promises since christmas is coming up and i've got many plans on (unfortunately), but i'll try my hardest!

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

God yea the SMT anon again

I'll probably be talking with you about this on anon cuz my friends are the "Overly Defending HH/HB" and I'm afraid of confrontation so I'll dump my thoughts with you

Love that I'm the authority on "hh/hb sucks"

I used to defend it back during the pilot. A vast majority of the complaints against Hazbin were either bad faith anti shit about how Viv used to be a yandere tumblr girlie and that the furry........used to make furry porn??? Baffled thats a genuine complaint to this day.

One of the big, actual literary criticisms was "Charlie is a white savior gentrifying Hell" which if we're going by the Pilot, no she isn't. She might be a bit shitty, but she's someone who feels powerless and is heartbroken watching her people die for no reason. She's a weird little freak who drugs people and loves cannibals and demons. She's a beautiful sweet baby girl trying to help.

In the series she's.........out right disgusted by Sinners. Her goal isn't to help them find a way to get free from the Exterminations and just needless suffering in general, its...to fix them? And make them less gross and weird to look at?? I was absolutely horrified and so upset during Happy Day In Hell. I felt so betrayed by what I thought I was gonna get lmao

I plan on making its own post, but the complaining that Vaggie was the "angry Latina" stereotype in the pilot was/is actually racist. If you see a brown woman DEFEND HERSELF when she is being openly hate crimed, insulted for her sexuality and later punched in the face and sexually assaulted, and you think that's "icky bad rep that makes ALL Latina women look irrational :((" you're just deeply wrong and weird.

Meanwhile in the series, this idea that Vaggie is a angry, vengeful person is still there despite........never once being aggressive or mentioning vengeance? That's actually a racist depiction of a Latina woman. Series!Vaggie is quiet, kinda awkward and really anxious to actually put her foot down about things. She's EXTREMELY toned down version of her pilot self, and framing her as "bloodthirsty and violent" when she's only ever tried to set boundaries(that are constantly ignored by Charlie btw) and maybe sometimes she gets annoyed at the stupid behavior around her is extremely uncomfortable to watch at best. Series!Vaggie is......weird

I just think it sucks that EVERY SINGLE THING I tried to say "well, actually that's not what you think it is, you're reaching a bit. I understand why you're reacting that way but I think the pilot has good intentions and can grow from the hiccups" AND I WAS SO WRONG.

Alastor is a deeply racist character. Vaggie is racist and at this point I wouldn't be surprised if Val was too. Charlie is a white savior and abusive. The story is building to this idea that conformity to the structures of abuse IS actually the best way to "redemption"

Anyway, we were robbed

I'm genuinely saddened by it. I was so excited for a nuanced, quirky looking adult show with a good art style about the nuances of Hell and what the philosophical belief "inside of every demon is a rainbow" would actually look like in practice. We didn't get that at all lmao

I think there are good...bits of both shows. But its lost in all the wasted potential and super fucking weird turns in the plot. Helluva is at its best when its completely in Brandon's control and at that point its just not Viv's anymore so why are we still here and not just watching his youtube channel

Edit: just because I'm saying hh/hb have racist aspects of it doesn't mean I think Viv should die/suffer like of lot of y'all think fandom drama should end. She needs therapy, and to think about why these things up come in her writing. Everyone fucks up and accidentally does something racist or misogynistic. The point is to face that, grow from it, and try to cause less harm in the future.

[ilikereadingactually]

Translation State

Translation State by Ann Leckie

LOVED! THIS! BOOK! i think the first three books of the series are still my favorites, but this one also really blew me away! it's doing some cool things the series has done before--more gender and pronoun delights, more examination of what makes a person human or not and what makes a person themself, both philosophically and legally--and it's also dipping into conceptions of family, and ethnic discrimination and political struggle, and rape culture and consent, and what it means to come of age in a deeper sense than chronological. and holy shit, very cool xenobiology and alien methods of travel, too!!

we get three POV characters in this book, which Leckie wields so skillfully to contrast events and create little cliffhangers and ramp up tension, and all three characters are delightful. each storyline is intriguing from the first moments, and by the end i loved these characters all deeply. i was also delighted to see the return of Leckie's really carefully scaffolded chains of events--none that actually surprised me, but they're not meant to be surprising, they're meant to make clear the ways in which small individual choices have unknown effects down the road.

and when the storylines all satisfyingly combine, we start to get cameos as well! what i think of as sort of general cameos, like Radchaai characters turning up misgendering everyone and imposing their tea preferences on all the coffee drinkers--some are not characters we've met before, but it's wonderful to me every time to get that little hit of familiarity from the culture we learn first and best in the series. and actual returning characters as well, either showing up or being mentioned, from the Ancillary books and from Provenance! i won't spoil any surprises, but i spent a lot of the last fourth of the book yelling out loud.

overall this book felt a little more viscerally intense than any of the others, still made me weep, raised more questions for (one can only hope) future books, and made me extremely happy in literary and fannish ways.

the deets

how i read it: as you can see from the photo, i actually picked this one up from my local library! bless them for having a copy, the wait for the ebook was very long. excited for the paperback to come out so i can add it to my growing collection.

try this if you: again, if you liked the other books, read this one!!! i don't think it would make sense without the rest of the series, frankly. but especially make your way through the series to this one if you are into families of choice, space politics and legal drama, and fantastically horrifying and weird alien culture shock.

maybe not for you if: you need to avoid stories involving rape, vivisection, cannibalism, and alien body horror. none of these are hugely graphic portions of the book, it's more thematic, but for me this was a slightly higher-intensity level than the more generalized moral horrors of the other books.

some lines i really liked: how the hell do i choose?? but there are so many good lines that would spoil my favorite cameo, i will leave those out.

"Oh, it gets worse than that," said the jurist. "There's every likelihood any petitions their jurists submit will be full of nonsense about how the Presger don't really exist and were just made up by the Radchaai so they can secretly control every other system authority." Enae frowned. "I don't think the Radchaai need to control anything secretly?" The jurist raised eir hands in agreement--or maybe surrender.

---

"Your Teacher will tell you what to do with this," the Translator said, hefting the potato and setting it down on the table between us. It hummed pleasantly, a wide, smooth-feeling sensation. Beside it, the heap of seeds--longer than the radish seeds, narrow and pointed at one end--chorused brightly. I wondered what they would grow into.

---

Ambassador Seimet closed her eyes. "Amaat give me strength," she murmured. And then, opening her eyes again, said, "Did you listen to a word I just said?"

---

He returned to the cushion fortress in the bed, with a plate of dumplings and a flask of tea. "Oh," said Qven, stirring. "Teacher won't be pleased about dumplings in bed." "Fuck Teacher," Reet replied, and climbed into his side of the construction. "I don't want to do that," said Qven, taking the plate of dumplings from him before it could spill.

[chronicparagon]

Terror at Sunset Point 3

For @s-talking

Note: The story is based on headcanons and threads and may be subject to change.

Triggers: Torture, Blood, Gore, Body horror, Death, Eye Gore, Eye Trauma, Cannibalism Mention

Part 3: Blood and Poppies

Part 2

Part 1

Time moved forward into the next evening. Tim and his girlfriend had no idea what just happened to their fellow counselor. A life snuffed out by a notorious murderer, and now, he is on the prowl. The night’s darkness serves as his cloak, the soft earth muffled his footsteps.

His next victims are far from the campground where everyone sleep. Campers dream of exciting adventures that will come, unaware of the danger that hides in the woodlands. It’s that very danger Tim and Darla ignored. They snuck away on this very night, seeking each other’s company without any onlookers or penalties from the camp staff.

That moment of tender romance will be their grave mistake.

“Hey-“ Darla breaks the deep kiss she shares with Tim. Her head turns with her gaze fixated on the clearing before them.

“Mm?”  

“Did you hear that?” She asks while holding Tim back. She looks over her shoulder to the source of the sound. “It sounds like footsteps.”

“It’s probably a deer or something, babe.” Tim shrugs his broad shoulders before pulling his shirt off. “Don’t worry about it!”

“I don’t know if that’s a deer. It sounds bigger than one.” Her hands suddenly tightened on Tim with a sharp gasp. “Oh, God! What if it’s him?! Is the Little Killer here?!”

“Pfft, relax, Darla!” Tim laughs at this. He couldn’t help it! Her reaction was adorable, and he didn’t believe the notorious serial killer would venture as close as the camp. His hits were reported near resort towns and campgrounds far from Sunset Point. It wouldn’t be possible in such a short period of time!

“You’re getting all worked up when you don’t need to be! He ain’t gonna come this far. We’re safe and sound!” Time embraces his girlfriend with a chuckle, but his resolve will not last long. His body tense when the leaves rustle and heavy steps follow. A figure rises, slowly moving from the bushes. The young counselors scramble to their feet, holding each other tight.

“Oh! Oh, no!” Darla sniffles softly.

The intruder reveals themselves into the dim glow of the light.

A whitetail doe steps out into the clearing. Her dark eyes catch the pair, her body still as a statue but only for a fleeting moment. She looks away from the counselors, her graceful silhouette leaps away from Time and Darla, going deeper into the woods.

“For fuck’s sake! That scared me!” Darla snaps as her boyfriend bursts out laughing. “Hahaha! S-see? See? Told you it might be a deer!” He answers as relief washes over him.  He opens his eyes while still laughing and embracing his dearest Darla.

Then, he falls silent and freezes as color drains from Tim’s face.  

He finds a ghostly white face staring back at him. Long black hair covers half of his face, revealing only one black eye staring, not blinking. Not even moving.  

Heavy silence follows. No song from frogs, insects or wildlife’s nightly chatter. There’s not even a rustle of leaves carried by the summer breeze. Just deathly silence and that face staring back before those colorless lips slowly move upward.

They slowly change shape, stretching so slowly.

The couple shiver in pure dread to see that charming but horribly disturbing smile from that face. The foul stench of iron fades in as the stranger’s towering frame slowly moves in. The incredibly large jacket slides off the young man’s broad shoulders, revealing his taut and muscular form rippling beneath his fitted black turtleneck. His movements are slow, silent, and deliberate. The string lights warm glow reveal deep red staining his pale hands with one of them holding a sterling butterfly knife.

“Run.” Tim mutters, “What?” Darla asks before she cries out when Tim shoves her. “RUN! IT’S HIM!” He shouts before he and Darla break into a run towards the trees. Tim took the trail to the left, and Darla the right.

Tears spring from her eyes as she runs with all her might. Her golden ponytail flows behind her as she races down the trail.

It’s him! Good God, it’s him! It’s the Little Killer!

Frantic thoughts race in her head. She doesn’t care where she is going at this point. She wants to get away! Far away from him! Darla heard the stories and rumors. She saw the crime scenes on the news, but never saw any clear image of how he looks now. The Little Killer is by far more terrifying in her eyes.  Her very fears are coming true: Falling into the hands of the infamous serial killer.

“Tim! Tim, help! He-he’s going to get me! He’ll kill me!” She cries, hoping she will find her boyfriend. Her heart leaps into her throat when an exposed root caught her foot.

“AAAH!” She screams as long lashes close tight. She falls onto her stomach, only to force herself back up with one hand on the trunk of the tree next to her. She retrieves her phone from her shorts back pocket. A quick dial for emergency services only got her a dead line.

“What the hell?! I thought nine-one-one can work out here! Fuck ,fuck, fuck!” She whimpers, finding she has no service on her phone.  “God damn it!” She gets onto her feet with the tree as her support. That’s when she feels something, like precise cuts into the bark. “What the-“ She turns on her phone’s flashlight. There she finds a carving into the tree. It looks like it was made by a blade. The carving is a heart with an “E & H” inside the heart. “What the hell is going on?” She mutters, shaking her head.

Whatever! I got to keep moving! Find camp and get help! Or maybe get a signal! I need to go! Find Tim!  Darla quickly moves away from where she was with her phone’s flashlight as her only aid.

She continues her way down the path, venturing beyond the trail. She prays Envy will never find her or Tim. Surely, he made it! He must have got back to camp to get help! Tim is a cross country star, so he must have outran the Little Killer.

“Oh! Is that a light?” Darla grins from ear to ear when there’s a small light peering through the dense forest. There is hope! Light means safety! Light means help!  The camp counselor squeals in delight as the light renews her energy.

But she begins to take in little details that not all is well.

Her light caught another carving: “E&H” embraced by a heart on a different tree. Further on and she finds another-

And another!

Then, more and more trees bear the same scar made by a blade. Over and over again, she finds the heart with those initials grow in frequency with multiple carvings on each tree.

She finds a carving into the tree. It looks like it was made by a blade. Panic arises once more and the girl runs towards the light. Soon enough, she breaks free from the forest! She finds a lone cabin with one light peering from inside.

The cabin is in a state of disrepair with newsprint covering the windows and hiding what lies inside. Darla’s nose scrunches when she takes in the odor of rot and blood. She isn’t sure if this is the sanctuary she hopes for. Black and white sneakers skid to a stop when Darla sees a horrible scene. The wretched stench greets her first before she finds a familiar face.

…or what’s left of him.

“Frank?!”

The young man remains pinned to the cabin’s siding with wooden nails burrowed into his palms. Flayed arms outstretched at his sides along with the front of Camp Sunny Smiles counselor shirt torn down the front. His heart is no longer there, leaving only a bloody hole revealing broken ribs and punctured organs. Intestine trail downward, his lower body sliced and scattered about.

Darla hesitates before approaching Frank’s body. Wide blue eyes brim with tears as she notices Frank’s face. His jaw and tongue are missing, left scattered along with his remains. Two dark pits that were Frank’s eyes stare at the crudely drawn heart carved onto his abdomen with the same “E & H” within the heart.

Just like the carvings on the trees.

“Good god! His eyes! Where-where are his eyes?!”

Someone took his eyes! There is nothing but poppies growing in his eye sockets with more flowers blooming from different parts of his body, as though they are embedded from the open wounds. Bile builds up in her throat, but she forces it down with a hard swallow and a hand clap over her mouth. Her tearful gaze takes in more of the scene. One word surrounds Frank’s body, both carved into the cabin’s side and painted by his blood.

“MINE”

“MINE”

“MINE MINE MINE MINE”

“Is-is this all the Little Killer’s doing?” She whispers, her sobs shake her body as arms wrap around herself.

What kind of monster would do this?!

Why? Why? Dear God, why?!

What did Frank do to deserve this?!

Is Tim really safe? What’s going to happen to her?

Who the hell is the E and H?

All these questions she may not know the answer to. She breaks into a run, but her escape will be in vain.

“AAAAAH!” A shrill scream shatters the eerie silence when sharp steel crunch her left leg. The pain darts up her leg and sear through her very bone! Bruised knees buckled beneath Darla before falling to the ground. The young girl gasps to see a bear trap peeking through the leaf litter. Its sterling teeth tore through her flesh and shattered her bone.

“What the hell?! I-No! No! God, no!” Darla frantically shakes her head as she falls apart at the seams.  Her hands cover her tear-stained face as she sinks onto the ground. She can’t run now! How can she when this bear trap chained her here, a little cabin that became a little patch of hell where lost souls met their grisly ends. “Please!” Darla begs as she turns on her phone.

“Please work! Please work! Please, please work!” She looks at her phone’s screen. There is no signal with the battery having less than ten percent.  Darla dials the well-known number once more: nine-one-one. She holds the phone to her ear, and a series of three beeps greet her.

“We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or no longer in service-“

“GODDAMN IT!” She wails, her pink painted nails clench tight around her phone. “Don’t do this to me! Don’t do this crap to me!”  Though her plea will go unanswered. Her phone will never pick up signal here. What is odd is she can’t even reach emergency services! It seems so cruel. A damn, cruel joke by fate.

  What she feels now isn’t just fear. No. It’s something deeper, something more visceral. It’s a feeling of endless dread and no promise of salvation from this nightmare. The despair is so intense, so dark and cold.

Darla quivers as she sobs into her hands, mourning her friend, fearing for Tim and herself. Everything in her body hurts. Oh, all of this hurts so bad! She can’t even stand with her leg broken by the trap’s force. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

What is she to do?

Despair clouds her mind that she doesn’t notice the footsteps approaching. Slow steps along the earth damp with rain and blood of the previous victims the Little Killer dealt with. Black boots calmly make their way to Darla, followed by heavy dragging.

Darla sniffs as she tilts her head back. The boots led to a tall man. His black hair covers all but one black eye. His skin is white as snow beneath black clothing. He looks exactly like the man she met before parting ways with Tim. He holds out one hand toward her. A small weight falls from his bloody hand and onto her lap. Her eyes dart down and lips part in pure horror. Yet, no sound comes out. How can she scream or cry from the sheer reality of what she has now.

A severed heart rests on Darla’s lap. It’s no longer beating with the deep crimson fluid stills pouring from the cut vessels. A heavier weight falls by Envy’s side, and she recognizes who it is immediately.

Tim lies on his back by Envy’s feet. A blood-stained bear trap clenches around his right ankle. His abdomen cut open along the middle before forking at his sternum, forming a “Y” incision.  There is hardly anything left in his abdomen.

His organs are long gone...

Only red poppies sprout and flourish from his abdominal cavity. They were removed by an expert murderer after all, except his heart. The Little Killer took great care of it. After all, Tim’s heart belongs to Darla. It’s only right that Envy delivers his heart to her.

Tim’s face is pale with his jaw wide open as though broken by someone with superior strength. And his eyes…

Where are Tim’s eyes?!

Only empty sockets stare back at his girlfriend.

“AAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TIM! DEAR GOD, TIM! TIM!” Darla shrieks and her fingers curl into her hair. “Y-y-you bastard! Monstrous bastard! H-how could you do this to Tim and-and Frank!” She snaps, throwing handfuls of dirt at him. A pitiful attempt at self-defense, but it’s all she has left.

“Fuck you! Fuck you-you-“ The counselor gasps when Envy suddenly moves. In a blink of an eye, he’s down on one knee, his hand tightly grasping Darla’s jaw.  “I…gave…you…his heart…” He whispers with his face merely inches from Darla. He picks up Tim’s heart with his other hand. Ever so slowly, Envy rises back to his feet, lifting his newest victim with his lithe fingers digging into her cheeks. Darla answers with a loud cry, her tearful eyes staring at his face.

She can’t feel the ground at her feet. The pain in her left leg searing through her flesh with sticky blood streaming over her skin. Darla dangles by Envy’s powerful hold.

He scoffs gently, and his grip tightens, forcing Darla to open her mouth. She couldn’t scream or shout, her mouth muffled by the heart now lodged between her lips. She couldn’t spit it out, no matter how much she wanted to.

Then, a soft aroma of sweet almond reach her nose instead of that terrible, metallic odor. Soft red petals bloom from the organ. Poppies grow from the heart with leaves and vines spreading from the poppies. They flow into Darla’s mouth like green tendrils. They go lower and lower into her throat. Darla feels the vines writhing and growing with thorns digging into flesh. Blood streams from her mouth that still holds the heart.

He fetches his butterfly knife with his now free hand. The blade gleams in the moonlight when he unfolds the knife with ease. A muffled scream answers him as he swings with his knife over Darla’s throat.

Then, there is nothing.

Darla is no more.

Hours have passed since then. There was much to do, and time was growing short!

But at least his work is done for now. He won’t have to put up with those who meddled in his affairs. And so, Envy takes this lull to prepare. He still has a date to attend.

“Can I open my eyes now?” Harmony asks when she finally stops the long walk through the woods.

…Not yet.

Her beloved leads her further away from Camp Sunny Smiles. Her hand is warm to the touch, a stark contrast to her lover’s cool skin.

“All right, all right! I can’t wait to see your surprise! I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show up tonight!”

“Apologies…” He answers Harmony, feigning guilt. “I was…busy.” A light squeeze of her hand follows soft spoken words.

“Heh, don’t worry about it! I’m just glad you can visit. I really missed you!” She giggles from pure excitement. Her work as a counselor took much of her mind off things, but she always missed her boyfriend back at home. His letter made her heart soar, especially with the written promise that he would see her.

It would not be long until their trek ends and Harmony no longer feels his hand. She opens her eyes and gasps when her sight finds the scene before her.

String lights cast a warm glow over the blankets spread over the grass. Cushions of different sizes rest on the blanket along with a basket. A sweet scent of poppies waft around them. Vibrant blooms of poppies frame the romantic spot before them. Their lush petals are a rich shade of crimson, as red as blood.  “Envy! You shouldn’t have!” Harmony exclaims, “You are so sweet.” She turns around to face Envy. Dark brows rise when she remembers something.

“Oh! I got you a surprise too!” Harmony grins while taking Envy’s hand. “I was teaching the kids this project during crafts. They loved them and I wanted to make it for you!” What Envy will find is a woven band of red, black, and thin stripes of silver. The bracelet’s loop is secure by a large red bead adorning the other end. The bead clasp is in the shape of a heart.

 “It’s a friendship bracelet! Well, it’s more than friendship. I guess a love bracelet would be a better name for it!  I made it just for you. I meant to give it to you when I got back but when I found out you were coming over, I couldn’t wait!” Harmony beams proudly at her work.

Then, arms wrap around Envy’s midriff, holding him close to her.

“I love you, Envy.” Harmony adds, unaware of what happened just a few hours before.

She doesn’t know the truth behind the gorgeous flowers for they are not originally from here. Someone brought them with some “help.”

The truth is more grim. The ring of poppies did not sprout from the earth or was nourished by water. They sprout from the scattered remains lovingly sliced with great care by a skilled butcher. These very flowers fed on blood, masking the ugly and gory truth with their ethereal beauty.

[lungfishpoem]

Ultimate shitty oc ramble PART TWO!!!! Ian time. Writing this on my computer because my phone is charging and I don't want it to explode.

TW: animal death(/cruelty?), murder, mentions of bullying/neglect, attempted cannibalism, abuse and manipulation (not from Ian's part, he's the one being manipulated and abused), gore and body horror ish

PS: he's heavily based off me (like Pierre and Evan are), but exaggerated. I'm sorry if this whole thing turns out ableist. :(

Okay Ian is.. complicated. He's a time bomb. He's constantly shaking and stuttering and whatever. He's STUPIDLY naive and loyal. He'd literally kill for you if you're niceys to him. He's also gross and sees himself as such. Self esteem and self worth? On the fucking GROUND. But why is he like that? I'm not sure. My guess ("tf you mean 'your guess'? you CREATED HIM!!" huhhh I made him for roleplaying. I improvised my way with all of these characters from this trio. I genuinely don't know, man) is bullying, neglect from peers and overall being harassed by people. His parents also are like... not present at all so take that as you will.

Ian has actually a backstory of sorts, differently from Evan and Pierre, he has actual events happening instead of vague ideas. When he was 16 to 17 (Ian is 28 now, jsyk) he fell in love with a boy from his highschool. The boy was one of the only people who would treat him with some sort of decency (besides Ian's inability to communicate properly with others and overall creepy-ish behavior due to said inability) and Ian has no standards whatsoever so he just saw him as his prince or something. So he decided to make him a gift :D. Remember when I mentioned Ian is a bit creepy? Well yeah he has a deep fascination for the grotesque, which led him to become fascinated with animal biology, and a big fan of hummingbirds. He fucking killed a hummingbird and took off its heart (which he describes as "so small and fragile and yet so powerful" and many other things), took care of it and fucking put it in a necklace. He thought it was the perfect, most well thought gift ever. THE BOY HATED IT. Ian was obsessed with telling him the details of the operation and process of making the necklace and how special it was. The boy stopped talking to him and (woah) Ian's isolation became worse. Until he got filled with so much hate and disgust for the boy who supposedly, in a way, betrayed him, that he acts on complete impulse and murders him. He tries to take the opportunity to explore human anatomy and "have his love forever with him" (eat his heart), but he failed miserably not only because 1. Humans were way more difficult for him to disassemble than birds and 2. The cops were called. I did no research on this so just pretend it makes sense: he got ruled as mentally ill and got hospitalized for some good, good years of his life.

But time eventually passes and he is allowed to leave to try to live a normal life. And he's excited for that! He sees his teenage years actions as impulsive and stupid. He keeps the necklace with him as a heavy burden he can't get rid of. Y'know, he fucking wanted to be better. Also the hospital made his stuttering and social abilities worse take that as you will lol (psychiatric stuff sucks and he was heavily mistreated).

With a lot of effort, at around 28 years old he is able to enter college :) ! He decided to study biology! Something he loved!

And then he met Evan.

Evan is fascinated by him. He is the one person to approach Ian ("you reminded me of someone I miss dearly" he said to Ian once, you can guess who that someone is lollll). I'm trying to keep this as much as in Ian's pov as POSSIBLE so I can leave the rest for Evan's post. But Ian eventually tells Evan about his past, obsessed with how kind, emotionally controlled and polite and clean and beautiful Evan is. Evan asks Ian to see the necklace, fascinated. He tells Ian about how beautiful his interests were, about how intriguing his whole story was. Ian is mesmerized by Evan, and does whatever he tells him to do with his soft and comforting voice, complimenting him, trying to tell him he was right. That he was correct in killing someone who didn't TRULY understand.

Evan shows him his work. He makes a promise with Ian that he would never tell anyone about it. The dismembered corpses, the stitches, the bloating disgusting disfigured figures that tried to create something dead that was more than the work of God itself. Evan's art.

Evan makes Ian do the dirty work for him. And Ian lets him manipulate him into doing that. He tells Ian to steal corpses from hospitals and specific locations, and to not let anyone figure out. And if they did, tell them that it was his fault, Ian's fault, forever and ever Ian's fault.

He gets caught by someone. And Evan tells him to kill that person. Which goes wrong, and Ian is caught again.

Ian remains forever loyal to Evan and doesn't tell anyone about how Evan is involved in this. It's all his fault. He was stealing the corpses to eat them, to do whatever with them. These are lies, Evan never let Ian lay a single finger on the corpses, and Ian had no intention in doing so. But due to his history, Ian is believed to be just a madman and gets all the blame. He is a naive, loyal idiot. Evan never visits him or sends him letters.

Also, he meets a very very special someone in the place he gets hospitalized at... Pierre! Evan's brother! "What do you even mean Evan had a brother?", he thinks. He gets in a relationship with Pierre, who is OBSESSED with proving himself to be better than his brother. In the end, he ends up being a huge asshole too <3 I mentioned their relationship in Pierre's post, but didn't go in much detail. The reason for that is because uh there isn't much detail yet. Ian sees Evan in Pierre and Pierre sees Ian as a form of proving himself better than his brother, that's it, they're horrible for each other. That's kinda of it for now.

Yeah that's all I have about Ian I guess. Also he is pathetic and really easily seduced, even by literal insults if you insult him in the correct way.

That's it? Woah this ended up huge.

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Submission ||

Description: One in which Steve chooses you over his deadly tastes.

Pairing: Dark Dom!Steve Kemp | Sub!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Steve Kemp. This story contains mature content and dark themes so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Mentions of cannibalism (not reader), D/S dynamics, male!dom, female!sub, deflowering, possible mentions of drugging and kidnapping (not reader). Age!Gap (Steve is late thirties and reader is early twenties), choking, spit kink (?), corruption kink, imbalance of power, possessive!Steve, Dark!Steve.

Note: English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited. 🩷

MASTERLIST

His eyes carefully watched every move she made whilst she gingerly tip toed around his house, tracing 'the' painting before shyly complimenting how pretty it all was. A drawn out sigh escaped his lips as he looked back down at the drinks he was preparing, biting his lip to contemplate between putting the pill in her glass or discarding it.

A few moments passed like that before a quiet grunt followed a curse out of his mouth when he reverted his eyes back up to her unsuspecting figure leaning against the bookshelf as she peered at the contents of it. With a shake of his head, the man decided to toss the drug in the kitchen bin.

"Come here, pet~" Steve sweetly called out to Y/n as he made his way to the couches with both the glasses in his hands, taking a sip from his own mix while holding out the other for her to take. 

"You have such a pretty house, sir" he could tell she was still in awe as she observed everything with parted lips, looking all the way up to the ceiling and around like an excited child, feet approaching the older's figure seated on a sofa before she reached for the glass using one of her hands. Steve opened his mouth to respond but was cut short before he could even begin. "It is totally like those fancy haunted houses and lairs of rich serial killers in movies" he couldn't help but bite his lip at her naive honesty.

Oh, if only she knew… 

"Ah, you caught me" a giggle danced its way past her rosey pink lips as his slender fingers snaked around her free wrist before tightening themselves just enough to pull her body against the couch next to the man. "I've bodies in the basement that I cut and sell piece by piece" although true, the words were so horrible that Y/n just laughed, deeming them those of the joking sort as she blushed due to the proximity of their bodies, her lack of experience in matters of passion obvious. 

"Oh, somebody save me~" she added to the 'joke', taking a sip of her drink and clicking her tongue to register the taste of the contents in it. "My Master is a cannibal killer~" that was one of the many things Steve loved about her. How she was so innocent and oblivious, always expecting the same treatment that she gave others in return for herself because, 'why wouldn't they?'

Never once thinking ill of, or for someone. 

It was so… refreshing. 

She just had to be his. 

"I am sorry, little one" he felt a new kind of thrill out of this little game of 'pretend' as he turned to fully face her, placing one elbow against the rest of the couch a few inches adjacent from her face, taking a sip of his drink. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but there's no escape now." His free hand tenderly brushed the strands covering a side of her pretty face, tongue running over his lips at the sight of her inviting ones. "This house is your world now." While he meant his words, the unsuspecting girl giggled, thinking them nothing more than playful banter. 

"Mmm~" placing her head against the couch, Y/n pouted as she took a sip of her own drink. "I think I am drunnnkkk~" Steve bit his lip as he felt slight discomfort travel between his legs. 

She was so fucking precious. 

You might just be the death of me… 

None of the other ones were like her. They had never been. 

"Funny you say that because there is actually no alcohol content in yours" the shade of pink in her cheeks deepend as she huffed and pouted in embarrassment, forcing a chuckle out of the older. 

"This is not fair, sir!" The girl whined out as she sat up straighter, scowling at him. "You said I get to be a big girl tonight!" Humming along her adorable protests, Steve memorized every inch, corner and crevice of her face, feeling himself get more and more fond of her every passing second. "Big girls can drink!" 

"You know the rules, baby." Was his only response which seemed to fire the girl up even more. 

"But this is REALLY not fair! What would one drink-!" Y/n's breath was forced out of her in a shudder when Steve silently cupped her cheeks, eyes scanning all the details her body had to offer before his fingers travelled down to her throat, thumb softly caressing the skin there. 

"You were saying?" Raising an eyebrow, the man smirked at her heavy breathing and loss of words. 

He loved how reactive she was to him. 

"I was… saying…?" Y/n wondered aloud, tilting her head to the side as she raked her brain for aid. 

"Yes, you were saying…?" Steve loved the effect he had on her. The obvious imbalance of power always had him wanting more and more of her. Oh how sweet the surrender and submissiveness she provided was. Addicting. 

No other sub had ever been able to give him the thrill she provided. The man did not know how a girl so beautiful and loving had kept herself pure and untainted for as long as she did but he was glad. Not that he had ever longed for salvation but now he was convinced she was his. 

It was a perfect match. Y/n belonged with him. That was the only way this all made sense. It was the only way this could make sense. 

Someone like himself would never right for him. And she would not truly belong to a person similar to herself. No, no. 

This was right. This, was balanced. This, was how it had to be. This was what made sense. 

Nothing else. 

"I mean… I am just… saying… sir…" All sense of defiance deserted her as she felt herself getting smaller and smaller under his strong gaze, gulping down the bile in her throat as she struggled to continue, flushing when he hummed and nodded for her to continue, now staring directly into her eyes. "O- One sip… won't hurt…" Steve's tongue ran along his teeth as he grinned, loving how the demand had reduced from drinks to a drink, and now to a sip. 

This was their first ever real date. Before tonight they had met in coffee shops once or twice after exchanging numbers in a bondage store. He still remembered how clueless and flushed she was, clearly intimidated by the keeper of the store as she nodded along to everything he said, gently touching the various toys and articles displayed. 

Steve was there for shopping of his own and since he had been looking for a new victim -at the time- he had approached her, excusing the male who was very obviously doing her no help but only confusing her. He remembered how her teary eyes had gleamed as she thanked him for the help, struggling to explain how she walked in just to observe but the attendant adamantly pushed on and on. He could tell she was socially anxious. The work he'd done in the psychiatric department during his residency had taught him some things about such matters. 

The man had found himself loving how she opened up to him. And as he took her to the nearest coffee shop to help her calm down, he learned that she did not do that with everyone. It had made him feel special. 

After that, it was destiny. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they had developed a friendship. And then one day Steve took a risk and asked her why she had really been at the store that day. To his surprise, -as Y/n was actually very, very shy especially when it came to things like these- the girl confessed her taste for… unconventional activities of the bedroom. Not that she'd ever indulged in any, but he remembered her saying how she'd want to experience that with someone worthy some day. 

Oh. He still remembered how he had to relieve himself twice and some more later that day. 

The way she knew how to guard her perfect self and dignity while still being so fragile and supple. 

Y/n was truly one of a kind and his most prized possession. So whilst he found the submission by letting someone become a part of himself beautiful, he found himself wanting her to be a part of his life even more.

For once, he'd abandon his selfish ways because she deserved it and everything fine and good he could give her. 

She was his special one. His pure one. His pet. 

There would never be another like her. 

"Just a sip, huh?" His own breathing had deepened as he raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer by the hold he had on her throat, thumb reaching for her chin and caressing it as his hand travelled back up the length of her neck. 

Y/n nodded, pupils dilated with desire as she felt his digit toy with her bottom lip. "Y- Yes, sir…"

"Seeing as today is a special day, I think I can arrange that for you, pet…" His hand was back to caressing her now really warm cheek as his thumb invaded the moist cavern of her mouth, a sigh escaping him at the sight as well as the feeling of her lips tightening around the object of said intrusion. 

Steve took a decent sip of his drink before nearing her lips and dragging his thumb halfway out of Y/n's mouth before applying pressure on her lower jaw and prying it open. A whimper escaped the girl as she realized what was coming, feeling heat pool between her hips as she increased the gap between her lips, obediently waiting for the man to release the drink in her mouth. 

"Uh, uh, uh~" Steve warned after transferring the contents in his mouth to hers, using his wet thumb to push the droplet that was trying to escape her mouth by trickling down one of the corners, his digit forcing it back in with the rest of it. "Good girl~" he praised her patience as she stayed still in the same position, liquid filled mouth opened wide as she awaited his command. "Swallow it away, baby." 

She was too good. 

The younger closed her mouth and swallowed the strong beverage, face twisting and tender features hardening in response to the bitter taste. 

"Ew, gross" Steve found the response beautiful. 

So pure. 

"See," placing their empty glasses on the coffee table, the male stood up to his height and held out his hands for hers before pulling her up to her feet when she reached for him, pecking her lips. "This is why you should always listen to me. Because…?" Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to continue. 

"Master knows best, sir."

"Good girl." 

There was a brief moment of silence and stillness before they latched onto each other like starved savages, Steve easily dominating Y/n and the inexperienced one letting him as they stumbled the way to 'his room', the sloppy sounds their lips were making loud in the otherwise quiet house, a moan leaving the girl when the male's tongue invaded her mouth, his hands carefully holding the sides of her face to cease her in his grip to restrain her against him and away from the rest of the world, yet soft enough to not scare her. 

Steve refused to mess this up for himself. 

Once in the room, the male backed up after placing the girl in front of him, dark eyes carefully watching her standing obediently in place as he seated himself on the edge of the bed. 

"Go ahead now, pet. Be a dear and show Master his property" placing one hand besides him on the bed, he leaned against it, manspreading as he sighed while adjusting his hips to ease his erection a little. 

Y/n's whole face flushed at his words as she bit her bottom lip, gaze shying away from his as she understood what he meant, the dull ache between her legs speeding up a little more. 

"Hey, hey!" He called out to her, snapping his fingers to get her attention as she was blushing with her gaze fixated on the ground now, fingers softly fumbling with the hem of her dress. "Here, eyes up here" Steve ordered, indulging deeper in his Dom space. "Come on now, pet. You have been such a good girl tonight. Don't go off ruining it for yourself, now. Eyes up where I can see them." 

"Sorry, Master" despite how shy and embarrassed she felt, Y/n forced herself to reconnect her gaze with his, wanting to please him at all costs. 

"Good girl." Her fingers reached for the strings holding her dress together, pulling at them and letting the fabric loose. "Good girl~" Steve drew the praise out this time, gulping before running his tongue across his lips again. "Just like that~" his words were both encouraging and warm, providing confidence as she slowly pulled her arms out of the steeves, taking a long inhale before pulling it down her breasts, breath hitching when it brushed past her torso and then eventually down the length of her beautiful legs, defensively covering her exposed cushions when she stood back up.

"Simply gorgeous~" Steve continued to praise her as his eyes travelled up and down her body that he was seeing this exposed for the first time, clicking his tongue when they stopped at her arms that were curled against her front. "Come on, now. Remove those arms for me, baby. Aren't you going to let me see my property?" 

"N- No, sir… I- I am" taking in one last breath, the girl lowered her arms and let them hang freely at her sides, shivering as her nipples hardened in response to the room temperature, goosebumps rising on her skin as the realisation of just how exposed she really was seeped in deeper and deeper. 

Steve took his sweet time admiring the view, hand slowly teasing his bulge as he whimpered under his breath. "Come here." The steps she took were given an eyebrow raise as the male slowly tilted his head to the side. "Nu- uh. I've taught you how good dolls walk for their Masters, tch" her cheeks burned brighter, streaks of the colour now starting to travel down to her neck as she whimpered out a hushed apology, lowering herself on all fours before slowly starting to crawl towards the man. 

"Good pet." His occupied hand reached for her neck when she was in reach, pulling her shy body closer to himself, Steve placed both his feet against the insides of Y/n's knees before forcing them apart, causing the younger to yelp and stumble face first in his crotch. 

"S- Sorry, Master! I am sorry!" The girl scrambled back up in embarrassment, having a hard time staying in place because of the foreign position she'd been forced in, a shudder escaping her when she felt a slight breeze caress her now fully exposed sex. 

"Aren't you a cutie, hm?" Steve's pupils were blown wide with lust, the nervousness radiating off Y/n fuel for his libido. "Look at you all red and shy like you're not soaking for me down… here" a loud gasp resounded in the room when he swiftly moved forward and reached for her wet cunt, two fingers brushing the hot folds of flesh before slipping further south and feeling the tight and virgin entrance, causing the upper half of Y/n's body to spasm in response, knees starting to shake from the unexpected violation. 

"M- Master~" the girl moaned, trembling hands curled against his knees for support as the older continued to feel and caress every inch and crevice of her pulsating sex, dark eyes savoring every gasp and flinch of her body. 

"So tight, so innocent, aren't you?" Y/n nodded, biting her bottom lip at the feeling, hips slowly trying to rock against his arm for better stimulation. "Yet you are dripping just from being naked, tsk." Not being able to resist the temptation, he reached for the beautiful length of her throat with his free hand, caressing the middle before pulling her closer and applying a small bit of pressure. "I'd be humiliated if I were you, you know. Having to strip down to nothing in front of someone fully dressed. But then there's you, moaning and fucking yourself against my fingers."

"P- Please… please, sir… so, so good…" She pleaded, tiny droplets of sweat decorating her skin as a few of her strands sticking to it. "Please…" It was the first time she had ever been touched by someone other than herself down there. She felt small. Powerless. Completely at the mercy of the man before her. 

"Such a needy pet I have" the man chuckled when she moaned in response to his fingers disconnecting with her core as he brought them up to his lips and licked them clean, humming at the sweet taste as his other hand choked her harder now, causing her lips to fall open to try and suck in oxygen, nostrils flaring as she tilted her head back, hips subconsciously rocking in the air still, cunt desperate for stimulation. 

"What was that?" Steve questioned when she mouthed him a silent and breathless please, hand forcing her face closer to his ear as he released her airway just enough to allow her to gasp some air in. "Come on, pet. Tell me what you want." 

"You, Master… please… you. I need you" not used to waiting this long as she usually relieved herself right away, Y/n pleaded through her teary vision, gulping down the bile in her throat. "Need you. Need you so bad…" Her words snapped something in him and he stilled for a moment before pulling her even closer, grinning down at her sickly while his other hand pushed away the hairs sticking to her pretty face. 

"You need me, huh baby?" The girl nodded.

"Only you, Master. So bad… please." Oh if only she had the slightest idea of how his messed up mind was registering those words. "Felt so good… please…" 

"Good. You should only ever want me because only I know what you like. Only I can give you what you need." Standing up, he let his thumb caress her lips again.

"No one but you, sir…" She promised, obediently peeking up at him through her long lashes. 

"Good doll…" The man praised in response before biting his lip and leaning his hips closer to her face, brushing his aching bulge against her nose. "You feel that, pet? This is what you do to me." Y/n only moaned in response, noting to herself the information that she liked having his crotch rubbed in her face, the hardness caressing the tip of her nose as she sighed in contentment before unintentionally pressing a kiss to the area. 

Steve ceased all movement as he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Fuck. This. This was a whole another kind of submission. Foreign, yes, but definitely victorious among all the other ones he'd experienced before. And to think this was coming from a virgin; a blank slate. All his to paint and mould however he would desire. Pulling and pushing her in every and any way he wanted. He would be all she would ever know. Nothing more, nothing less. Uncontaminated. Truly honest. Beautiful. His. 

If this wasn't perfection, Steve didn't know what was. Just what was real, if not this. Destiny, or salvation could not be anything else but this supple and untainted girl before him whom he'd colour in that of his own. Perfect in his mercy. Beautiful in his arms, or… under his cock. 

Just where she belonged. 

Y/n whimpered as she was pulled up to her feet before Steve closed the distance between them and kissed her with a passion so warm she could feel the heat radiating off him, moaning at the taste of his tongue when it invaded her own before starting to explore the rest of her mouth, her body trusting his and letting itself be guided in whatever direction he moved her in, her brain only focused on the rough kiss she was struggling to keep up with, lungs churning for air with each passing second before eventually be provided with relief when the man pulled back to push her down against the soft mattress, not breaking eye contact as he rid himself of his clothes. 

"Get up there and spread. Show me how much you need me. Present yourself like a worthy toy if you want to be treated like one." 

Letting go of all formality and dignity, Y/n desperately backed herself to the middle of the bed, laying down before divorcing her legs and moaning as she separated her petals, looking back up as she felt the mattress dip only to gasp when her hand was smacked away. 

"Only Master gets to touch that" clicking his tongue, Steve pumped his length as he spread them himself with his other hand now, licking his lips at the sight of her tiny hole that winked in response to the exposure. It pleased him to know that he was all it would ever know. So fucking much. 

"Please, sir… please… I need you so bad, please…" Y/n's lips parted and formed a faint 'O' shape when Steve pushed one of his fingers in leaking opening of her sex, impatient yet gentle in trying to work it open for his cock that would surely rip her open otherwise. "S- So good…" The upper half of her body collapsed against the mattress as her hands instinctively placed themselves above her head, fingers tangling in her own hair. 

"Good girl. You're doing so good. I am so proud of you, pet." The male praised as he bit back his moan that formed due to the feeling of her tight cavity clinging to his digit, making soft squelching sounds as he slowly worked up a rhythm. 

"S- So full… So… good, sir~" Y/n was not the brave experimentalist and so his finger alone had her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the ring of muscles governing her entrance trying to tighten themselves shut when Steve pushed another finger in, scissoring them as he slightly curled them inside her, the intensity of the stimulation heating up her insides as she squeaked and tried to close her legs only to whine she found her legs trapped under his knees. 

"Want to close them already, huh? Tsk. And to think that I haven't even started fucking you yet." The male mused with a smirk as he now placed his tip against her now somewhat worked opening, replacing his cock with fingers before the stubborn flesh muscles tried to retreat back to their places. 

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: opinions on reader having kids??? also this chapter is kinda like thrown out there it’s a week or two after their wedding and then next chapter is a time skip to the actual canon events. i hope you all enjoy!!

also- my asks are always open if you have a comment on this story or a theory or an idea or anything!! i love talking about these three ❤️

warnings: incest, swearing, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Sixteen- He is the Night

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Joffrey calls as you chase after him, over the plateau edge of Dragonstone.

“I’m gonna get you!” You yell, hands outstretched. You finally catch him, lift him up with triumphant shout. He giggles and wraps his little arms around your neck, before a maid follows you with a blanket. She sets it down and heads back to where the guard waits, leaving you with a few precious moments to yourself. And Joffrey, of course.

Rhaenyra and Daemon are insatiable. Constantly demanding your attention, out of the marital bed and inside of it. The most correspondance you had received from King’s Landing was a letter from Viserys himself, questioning if the rumors were true. Rhaenyra confirmed them with a simple letter, but as far as you knew, the King did not reply. It was for the best, you supposed. The King had been getting sicker and sicker for years, and perhaps it was better for him to preserve his energy.

You laid back with a sigh, Joffrey snuggling into your side. He fiddled with a bracelet on your wrist, one made of pearl that Daemon had given you a few days ago.

“Do you see that? I think there’s an elephant in the clouds.”

“There’s not an elephant in the clouds!”

“You can’t see it? Goodness, Joffrey, use your eyes!” He erupted into more giggles and the two of you fell into a easy teasing about different animals in the sky. In all honesty, that particular cloud had looked like an elephant. Joffrey was just too impatient to search for it.

Eventually, the two of you stood up and walked to the edge. Below the cliff was rocky outcrop of Dragonstone, and the caves where the wild dragons lived. You weren’t sure too much about them. You knew that they were dangerous, and that some of them even rivaled Vhagar in size. And in bloodlust.

But your peaceful moment was punctured by the sound of a dragon roaring, and Joffrey immediately hiding in your skirts.

“Oh, Joff…” You murmured, hands tangling in his brown locks. “Let’s go, yeah?” You picked him up, making your way to the guard and handmaiden. The guard seemed to be calm, so you figured the dragons roaring must be a normal thing. It wasn’t even that loud, and you figured it must have been one of the smaller dragons. Certainly not one like Cannibal.

“My Lady,” the guard bows, leading you back to the manor.

“Y/N! Your- your bracelet!” You looked down quickly at you wrist after hearing Joffrey’s words, seeing that it was in fact gone. Your heart sunk.

“Oh. Oh, I’ll- I’ll go look for it, yeah?” You passed Joffrey off to the handmaiden, and your guard seemed skeptical.

“Lady Y/N-” But then the ground practically shook with the roar of another dragon. Joffrey yelped and huddled into the handmaidens arms.

“I’ll be alright. Get him back to the manor. I’m sure it’s by where we were sitting.” The guard seemed unsure, but let you go after you promised you would be back soon.

The walk back was exciting without Joffrey to play with. You found the flat patch of grass where you had laid, but saw no glint of gold or pearl. You made your way towards the edge, seeing nothing still.

It was only when you sighed and looked out over the edge something had caught your eye.

Lying on the sand below you could just barely see the glint of your bracelet. You sighed, eyeing the steep path carved out in the grassy slope to the left of you.

Perhaps you should turn back. But it was the first present Daemon had given you. You knew that even if he did not show it, the fact that you had been with Rhaenyra longer than he had been with you did hurt him. You knew he would understand if you told him, but you a million more even more grander, but this one was special.

So, you took a sure step forward and headed down the slope.

When you reached the sandy bottom, you looked to the left only to see huge gaping caves carved into the rock. Some pillars were still left standing, carved in a traditionally Valyrian way. The most powerful beasts in the world were just feet away from you, wild and untamed. But you were like them in that way.

You took a few hesitant steps forward, making your way to the bracelet slowly. Finally, you bent quickly to pick it up. Not trusting the clasp, you held in tightly in your hands as you turned to head back.

The ground shook with the footsteps of a God, the white of large eyes appearing from the blackness of the caves.

Finally, the light of the sun reached him but it was as of the night was laid out before you.

Cannibal was as black as coal, a dark sky with no stars and no sun.

He did not roar. Did not eat you. Simply took you in with an appraising eye.

You had never felt more fear in your life. Every moment you had loved flashes before you, each kiss, each hug, each hazy night in your bed, and it was not enough. You had not lived.

And so you cowered before a God, because you were not brave like Daemon, and waited to be eaten.

It is fitting that the night should swallow you whole.

You open your eyes to face him, to meet you fate dead in the face like you did with that assassin all those weeks ago, but the night only stared back at you.

He did not try to swallow you whole.

Instead, the beast only held your gaze.

He took another lumbering step forward, and you whimpered unconsciously.

He tilted his head slightly, almost as if he was confused. But he was a wild dragon. You must be making things up.

Then be pressed his head towards you, and you could feel his warm exhales on your skin. You screwed your eyes shut.

You might have been praying. You were out of your body, taken by fear, you could not think. Could not act.

When you opened your eyes again after a few moments, filled with palpable fear in the air, you truly looked at Cannibal.

Truly did.

And then it was as if you were possessed, because why else would you be reaching your hand out to touch a wild dragon?

But Cannibal did not move back. Did not try to swallow you. No, instead let you. You got the feeling that you were changing something, that you were rewriting the threads of fate as you did this simple action.

His scales were warm underneath your palm.

He was the night, you were the sun, but he did not swallow you whole. He surrounded you. But you still shined.

—-

Jace sighed as he looked out the window. Normally he loved his lessons, especially High Valyrian, but philosophy was his least favorite. Jace liked things with answers. Strategy. Battle. Action and reaction.

Thinking deeply like this was not something he particular enjoyed, he had to admit. So as Ser Daros drones on, he looks out the window.

Faintly, he can hear his mother teaching Luke High Valyrian. Their regular teacher was indisposed, and Rhaenyra had seen it as a opportunity to spend more time with her children.

He forced himself to turn his attention back to Ser Daros, although the information went in one ear and out the other.

Then, the doors open and he is greeted with the sound of Joffrey’s laughs. He watches as the handmaiden brings Joffrey over to his mother, and she kisses his cheek before looking around the room.

“Where is Y/N?” Her voice is calm, a little distracted as she brushes a spot of dirt from Joffrey’s pant leg.

Jace’s eyes drift to the guard. But the guard only lowers his head and looks down.

“Lady Y/N is still at the cliffs, Your Grace.”

And he sees the exact moment his mother remembers what is near the cliffs.

She stills, and it as if she is not even breathing at all. He has never seen his mother this scares. Her arms wind around Joffrey, feet unsure as she plants them to the ground and lifts herself up.

He sees the look on her face.

“H-how- how long ago did you-” When she trails off, the room is silent. Jace is silent.

He does not know much about Lady Y/N. Only that she has spun a web in this family, and everyone is trapped it in.

He does not want to see her in the jaws of a dragon.

“About 20 minutes ago, Your Grace.”

His mother stiffens, but Jace can see the erratic fall and rise of her chest.

“Mother-” He starts, and his chair scrapes against the stone ground. “I…” Jace realizes he doesn’t know what he means to say. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

His mother gives him a fleeting glance.

“Call- call Daemon, call the guards, call everyone- get them out there and searching for her.”

“Your Grace,” the guard bows, and Jace does not miss the way he shrinks into himself.

Rhaenyra commands a room. Rhaenyra is the princess of Dragonstone. The heir to the Irone Throne.

Sometimes Jace feels that he pales in comparison to her.

But his thoughts are broken by the sound of a dragon roaring. Hard and fast. Loud and terrifying. He could use a million different adjectives to describe it.

But he would never be able to quite express the fear he felt in him. All the way down to his bones, in his very soul.

And when he turned back to the window, the sky was filled with a black mass. Swooping above the ocean, dipping low and high, and for a second he wondered if it was Balerion come again, or Vhagar.

But then his mother gasped, and the dragon flew closer to the windows of Dragonstone.

It was Cannibal.

It had to be Cannibal, because only one dragon was of that size and as dark in color. Only one dragon had a roar like that.

And on his back, dressed in a pale red dress, was the unmistakable figure of Lady Y/N.

“My… my Y/N-” His mother murmured.

Cannibal roared again.

—-

Otto Hightower pants as he finally reaches the council chambers. He had been pulled away when a letter had arrived, coded and from his confidant on Dragonstone.

The letter had scared him to the bone.

And the only thing that scared Otto Hightower was the night, was the absence of light.

The Hightower house motto was “we light the way.” And Otto has always been determined to light the way. To light the way, ensure his family’s name in the future. Ensure his name.

He bursted into the room unceremoniously, but his eyes were only on his daughter.

“Alicent.”

“Father?” She asked, nails curling around the arm of her chair. Confusion was evident on her face. Otto was undone, and his daughter had never seen him like this.

He crossed the room quickly, ignoring the eyes on him, before he reached his daughter.

She looked up at him, and he wanted to crush the fear in her eyes. Foolish. But he had more pressing matters.

He knelt to whisper in her ear, not quite ready for the other members of the council to hear this. He himself had not quite processed it yet.

“She claimed a dragon.”

He has told her daughter all about the dragon’s paramour, the nuisance that was Lady Y/N. So Alicent’s confusion left her face.

“So? We have Vhagar. My son rides the largest dragon kn the world.” She leans back in the chair, confident. “Do not fear, Father.”

“No, no,” he whispers. She frowns again at the urgency in his voice.

“Father?”

“They have Cannibal.”

She gasps, and the two know the darkness has come for them. They cannot be light against this darkness. This they cannot face. Cannot brighten. There is no way to light, even, as it has been swallowed in the back jaws of the killer dragon.

He is the night, and he has come.

—-

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