#all it takes is a split second of thinking you're the only person alive while on an empty street for it to become true

[imaginefear]

i just remembered a plot concept i'd thought about earlier--

an adventure where we see the extent of how dangerous alice's intrusive thoughts and negative mentality can be. It's already a dangerous/spooky kinda place but her brain keeps supplying more and more monsters and dangers and turns it into like, a full blown horror movie. the worst part is that it's somewhere with kids in it like an orphanage. She's increasingly panicked and can't control it or get herself to think like, positively or in a way that'd be productive and instead tries to solve it by planning to hurl herself off the roof which would save everyone and also give her some relief from it all. naturally this plan doesn't go through since someone convinces her not to and helps talk her down and into a way of undoing all the damage her powers are doing. a few side characters 100% died.

[alicerosejensen]

How would Leon react if he found out his girlfriend got into a serious accident? (Ex: car accident, injured at work, school, etc)

Leon would have a heart attack. End. 😅

But let's be a little serious. I love headcanons, but I write full-fledged texts only in my native language. So here are some more headcanons on this topic.

Perhaps some angst. The reader suffered greatly and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

I just listening to "I Monster - who is she?" on repeat in a slow version. Now I associate her with Leon and his girlfriend from college. I love the excessive suffering of characters in fanfiction, so as my friends say: We eat glass!

Enjoy.

- "Anything can happen to me! You can't always be ready for something! I can go outside and any accident can happen: a car accident, a maniac! Yandere, a stone will fall on my head... anything, Leon!"

Before the accident

Leon hates to think that something could happen to you. Sometimes he guards you too fiercely, trying to prevent any possible incident.

He asks you to be extremely careful, but you never take his words seriously because you did not see what he saw.

Do you like to tease him? "If I die, will I be the most beautiful dead person?" or "Will you sit on my grave when I die?"

If you tease him too much about this, he will raise his voice sharply and tell you to stop.

Leon will remind you to buckle up when you're sitting in the car. Even if you're sitting in the passenger seat! Just fasten the fucking seat belt and don't argue with him.

You don't take death seriously, considering that you are still too young to think about such things. Instead, you just enjoy life sometimes preferring the extreme. Bungee jumping? It would be better if Leon didn't know about it.

He had seen enough pain and death because of his work. Raccoon City has left a scar on him forever, so he wants you to spend your time safe and careful (no matter with people, transport or anything else)

Perhaps luck decided to turn away from you when a truck drove into you while you were sitting in the passenger seat of a car. You were turned over twice with the driver (he died).

Before you fell into the darkness, you were in pain. Very. It seems that a couple of moments before the accident, you wrote another stupid message to Leon, but now your phone is smashed to pieces, and blood flows from your head and runs down your face.

In the hospital (If reader survived)

Leon will be rant and rave to be allowed into your hospital room. This person will literally go crazy until they tell him about your condition, and God save the doctor if he tells him that there is little chance of survival.

If he saw you covered in blood and unconscious while the doctors were taking you to the operating table, then his heart will definitely stop for a couple of seconds. Leon will run after you until the paramedics stop him.

He'll remember all your fucking jokes about your death, which will put him on edge. He probably would have been sent home, but damn it, he won't leave until he sees you awake.

You can't die! You can't leave him alone in this world! He loves you so much and needs you.

Leon feels his arms and legs tremble with uncertainty. He is afraid that at any moment they will come to him and say that his beloved is gone.

Before his eyes, you are still in bloodstained clothes and a broken head.

He had deep bags under his eyes again.

Leon is ready to give anything just to keep you alive.

When a nurse comes up to him and says that you can be visited (have pity on him) Leon will jump out of his seat just to see and hear your voice.

Are you worried about your appearance after the accident? Bruises, stitches on the face, a split lower lip? Believe me, the last thing Leon will care about is your beauty and the condition of a broken manicure. He almost died when he found out about the accident, so he's only afraid that you're still in pain.

Don't even think about turning your back on him! Leon won't let you do it anyway. Kennedy does not know how to touch you properly so as not to harm you after all the injuries, but he will seek the help of a nurse so that she shows him how to take care of you properly.

He will take a leave of absence to take care of you while you are in the hospital.

Absolutely you will not be able to dissuade him from doing this. You hate feeling so weak in front of him, but Leon, on the contrary, does not understand your resistance. His loved one needs help and he will provide it!

If necessary, he will carry you to the toilet on his hands.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" - be embarrassed as much as you want, but your boyfriend will not leave you alone. You, like any living person, have the basic needs of the body, so Leon does not feel any disgust. Baby, I'm sure he'll wash you without a problem if you need help with this.

He will scold you if you don't rest enough or try to do something yourself despite injuries.

Leon S.Kennedy is not a hairdresser (but I'm sure he spends at least 30 minutes in the morning styling his hairstyle), however, he will try to put your hair in order. Make a ponytail or a bun? He really tries, in the end you can always turn on the video how to do it correctly and accurately.

Flowers and gifts are constantly lying by the hospital bed.

When you are finally discharged, then get ready for an hour-long safety lecture from Leon S. Kennedy, and no escape will not work. You will obediently sit and listen.

No more jokes about death!

Leon doesn't care about your scars. He will gently take your face in his palms and kiss each of them, but if you are very complex because of them, then after full recovery and rehabilitation, you can think about how to fix this matter with the help of cosmetology.

He will pay for everything, just smile again.

After the accident, this person will take even more care of you. He's had enough shocks! You almost left him alone in this fucking world, so he needs to know that his woman is okay and safe.

I think there will be at least one night when Leon will turn you around to face him when you are lying in bed trying to fall asleep and just hold you with all his strength to himself for a couple of moments forgetting about all the bruises. He will bury his nose in your neck, and it will last so long until you feel the moisture from his tears on your skin. Leon will cry, probably quietly, because he almost lost you and the worst thing is that nothing depended on him. Just let him do it. Tell him how much you love him and stroke his head while his fingers hold you tightly by the waist pressing you to the mattress.

Don't you dare leave me, angel! God, I thought I'd never be able to see you again… I love you so much if you would leave…I couldn't go on living. I need you so much.

Your his shirt was wet from his tears.

If the reader is dead

The first thing you need to know is that his world collapsed with your death.

Hannigan or one of your relatives could have called him to tell him about the accident.

If you were alive when you arrived at the hospital, then Leon would have rushed there to you right away. The scenario of his anxiety has not changed much.

However, if due to a traumatic brain injury you fell into a coma (from which you subsequently went straight to the next world), then some part of Leon was still hoping for a favorable outcome.

When he would have been allowed to see you, he would have looked at your scars and abrasions endlessly holding your hand. "God definitely hates me," he might have thought, quietly shedding tears knowing that you might not wake up.

While you were in a serious condition, he brought you fresh flowers, read your favorite novels, even if he thought they were really stupid, and put headphones on you with a quiet melody from your playlist. Leon hoped to the last that you would open your eyes.

But on the fifth day, you still died without regaining consciousness despite all the attempts of doctors to save your life.

Life is not a book or a movie. Leon didn't hear your last "I love you" or any of your words. He was left with only the messages that you wrote to him that night in the car before you were hit.

Which he didn't have time to answer.

A huge part of him is irretrievably dead. The loss of a loved one is not like everything he felt before. He really went to hell.

Why did this happen? He so protected you from any misfortune, but evil fate still overtook the one he loved.

Leon drowns his pain from loss in alcohol. The endless bottles all over the apartment would have made Claire stumble when she came to visit him.

For God's sake, he doesn't want to go to your funeral! He just can't stand it, because right now he wants to shoot himself, just not to live without your voice.

Claire noticed a loaded pistol on the table next to him.

It was a fucking accident. A drunk driver who crashed into a passenger car (taxi) in which you were sitting.

-"Why her? Out of a billion people, why her?!"

It is unknown how, but Leon was able to find the strength to come to your funeral after all. Your coffin is open to those who want to say goodbye to you one last time, but all Leon wants is to lie down there next to you. He just wants to hug you and kiss you with the hope that you will reciprocate, although he knows that this will never happen.

Tears run down his cheeks when he looks at you dead: really beautiful. Your relatives took care to hide the traces of a car accident. Leon touches your cold hand to remember for the last time what your skin feels like.

No, he doesn't have the strength to sit on your grave. However, Leon will regularly bring flowers there and brush away fallen leaves from the tombstone.

You 're gone forever.

"Is the little teaser happy with herself?" - He asks you, knowing he won't get an answer. He just stares blankly at the sky, hoping that you can hear him. - "I hope you have a good time there, because I miss you. You can't even imagine how much I miss you."

He won't be able to remove your things from his apartment for a long time.

You have to become an angel. Leon wants to think that's how you're still looking out for him. He is not a religious person and does not believe in God, but he loved you and continues to love you.

Sometimes he hears your voice, which puts him in a stupor. What if everything that happened before turns out to be just a long nightmare, and now he wakes up in the same bed with you? But he looks around and sees only an empty apartment that has been in need of cleaning for a long time.

When his longing becomes too strong, he takes out your things, trying to remember the scent of your body. He doesn't want to forget you so much.

Your picture is still on his bedside table. Even after many years.

Just know that your death means years of depression and alcohol for Leon. He hates himself that you died leaving him and he's alive.

"Just take me to your place, princess. I'm tired."

You are definitely a little scoundrel! Sometimes when Leon is too drunk, he thinks that you could have done it on purpose to hurt him. Just so those stupid jokes about death turn out to be true.

But he doesn't hate you. you will always remain his love.

However, now his desire to die is stronger than ever before, and he really hopes to see you alive, and not just in his drunken stupor

[anticidic]

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#89: Nothing Ever Dies — Kamelot

Here we are Under the same old sun All alone yet somehow bound and unified Dust to dust Ashes to ashes won't take long We search for a harbour, somewhere to belong

“Us meeting by chance like this yet again in the same alley—” Fyodor stopped short and blinked with a show of concern, his eyes shifting to the blade of a knife pointed at him.

They were an arm’s length apart. One swipe from Dazai and Fyodor wouldn’t be able to react before it was too late.

Then Fyodor’s features softened, and his frown gave way to a splitting smile. "Not even five seconds after greeting you, you're already so hostile." He held his hands up, but Dazai did not buy the act. Another one of Fyodor's ways of pretending to be concerned about his life being put at risk. A reaction any other person would have.

A reaction that made sense to anyone who wasn't Fyodor. Dazai bared his teeth in a sneer and narrowed his eyes with a burning intent to kill.

"Death is too good for you. Even the deepest pits of hell wouldn't want something like you, Dostoevsky. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. That's why you've been here the last several years wandering Yokohama like a ghost. How miserable and boring."

Snow drifted through the air and fell down around them. Fyodor reached out with a hand to catch some of the flakes in his palm, watching the dust build up and spill over. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing," he said, dumping the snow and looking back up. "As if...you don't know what that feels like yourself. I can think of worse fates, Dazai-kun, like a homeless beggar passing away on the cold ground as the snow piles up."

"You forget people change," Dazai started as he approached, the grip he had on the knife white-knuckled and pointed at Fyodor's chest—right where the heart was, "people get older, people die, we lose a few along the way and meet others. Maybe once I could've agreed with that line of logic of yours that hasn't changed since the day we met." A light smile played on his lips while Fyodor stared back unfazed, maybe plotting a way out of the conversation by way of another sniper gunning down Dazai. But no. No one would be out in this godforsaken weather if they didn't have to be. Only people like him, like Fyodor, were out all hours of the night and through all weathers during the day. "But I don't agree with it now, because I've changed my way of thinking over the years, but you still haven't changed. You're the same Dostoevsky, whether for better...or for worse."

Striking Fyodor down where he stood was too good for him. Even if Dazai's blows carried anger, despair, chaos and Fyodor left the world for good and left him finally, it was not enough. Death was not enough. Nothing would ever be enough. They were alike in many ways, but the mean little light in Fyodor's dead eyes told him this: where Dazai went through the motions waiting to die because he couldn't find anything worth sticking around for, Fyodor wanted death because it would give him the last laugh.

If Dazai killed him, Fyodor won. He was best left alive. Suffering. He wanted to be taken out by someone, and Dazai would not give that to him. He had never seen someone so silently miserable that they made it their life mission to spread it to others like the plague.

Once, maybe when he was fifteen or sixteen and probably not eighteen, Dazai felt the same way. But not now. What looked back at him resembled Fyodor, but Dazai also saw an old piece of himself somewhere in there. And it made his skin crawl.

"Go on," Fyodor said, steps light and airy against the frosted ground. Closer, closer yet. Until the tip of the blade touched his chest and he had a look of dare. Please go on, you know you want to do it. You'd probably feel better getting rid of someone as bad as you. The words went unsaid. But Dazai could hear that taunting voice in the back of his mind. “Your hesitation to kill me when you have the chance strikes me as odd. As if you’re conflicted. Is this also supposed to be one of your changes you went on about? You think yourself a better man now though you know blood as much as I do?”

Something cold brushed against Dazai's fingers and for a moment he thought it was Fyodor grabbing him, but even the subzero temperatures and wind blowing through his hair were warmer than how Fyodor felt. His breaths came out in tiny, white puffs and nothing came from Fyodor. As if he was holding his breath. Or...or could not process the cold because he was even colder than it.

“You’ll die. But you won’t die when you want to, it’ll be when I want you to,, because otherwise what's the fun in it, huh? I'd be disappointed if you let me kill you right here and right now so easily.”

Instead, he put the knife away and walked off. His footsteps faded the more they grew apart until Dazai paused by the alleyway entrance and breathed out quietly. He was no ghost, but he felt equally restless letting Fyodor go this one time. Was it a terrible mistake? Maybe this would’ve been his one shot to end things for good and put another great and terrible part of his past behind him. Perhaps, even death yearned for comfort in the meaningless rituals of the living.

“We’ll both die someday. Your body will be marked by scars and sins people couldn’t forgive you for and you couldn’t forgive yourself for, just like everyone else in this world.”

The words, Fyodor’s confession, his mocking declaration, pierced Dazai’s mind. He flinched. Not from their thousand cuts, but from the bite of the cold lashing against his cheeks.

“What do you suppose will kill you, Dostoevsky?”

A pause.

“God.”

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[ja3ger-the-3ater]

tell me your vore thoughts about junk rat

Oh boy-

So this is gonna be a lot, I hope that's alright. Sorry if it is too long. These are practically short stories.

Here I go-

Ok, to start. In my mind, since I like all of my stuff safe, I'm gonna say that all the radiation that Jamison endured in Australia altered the way his stomach works and he can't digest anything alive or inorganic. He he uses this to eat people and tools for safe keeping. But the only person who knows that he has this ability is Roadhog and maybe a select few others.

Now for the ideas:

Idea #1.

Overwatch gains a new recruit, a sizeshifter that shrinks down to six inches when they get very upset/scared/nervous. But they keep it under wraps, afraid of what would happen if anybody found out. Until one fateful day, they're on the battlefield around a certain chaotic australian who was nearby when they get injured and shrink. Junkrat running and snatching them up, hiding them away from anyone who may have seen whether it be friend or foe, similar to a resource guarding animal. Then suddenly, he gets a bright idea, an ear to ear grin spreading across the junkers face. Eat them. They'll be safe, no one will get to them, and no one will know. He figured it'd be a win-win with the way his tiny teammate was in his hands frantically saying, "No. No. No one is supposed to know." Plus the fact that their injuries put them in grave danger. Quickly shoving them into his maw and swallowing as soon as they hit the back of his throat. Feeling bashfully accomplished with what he just did, but only for a moment. Eyes widening as he heard them panicking, hands shooting to his belly, trying to calm them the best he could while he found a safe space away from the fight. "Heyyy, shhhh. yer okay, yer okay. Ya secrets okay with good ol Jamison. " His plan backfiring when that didn't soothe them, so he continues to talk, trying to get through to them that they aren't in any danger where they are until he can get back to base and let them out away from prying eyes.

Idea #2.

There's a borrower living in the walls of the compound, specifically in Junkrat's wall next to his bed. They only come out to get supplies when the seemingly crazy man is all tuckered out for the night, taking whatever food is left over in his room, never straying far from their home. Borrowing has been successful for almost a year. But it all goes to shit one night when they find a half eaten apple on his nightstand, trying their best to heft it up. Looking over at the man for a split second to make sure he's still asleep, only to see the amber eyes of Jamison Fawkes staring them down. And before they could even think about running off into their hidey hole, he grabbed them up, inspecting them for a moment and then shrugging, bringing them closer to his mouth, but luckily for the borrower he's holding them with his flesh hand so they bite the hell out of it. Narrowly escaping being eaten as he drops them to the floor, huddling in on themselves and fearfully shaking once in the safety of their nest. Refusing to come out for almost two weeks until they have no other choice. Finding some food while he's out of his room, being so focused on eating their find that they don't hear him come in or sneaking up on them. Giving him all the time to pounce, yet again grabbing the tiny humanoid, this time with his prosthetic hand. Doing his signature manic laugh and opening wide, dangling the shrieking borrower overhead and then dropping them in. Devouring his little roommate in one swift motion. The borrower kicks and screams to the point that it upsets his stomach, forcing him to spit them out, leaving him dumbfounded at why it didn't work this time. Roadhog has to tell him,'You're scaring them dumbass, maybe try talking to them before you eat them'. Now Junkrat is starting to do small things to try to slowly gain the borrower's trust. The borrower themself does not want to trust him, but it's easy food, so little by little, they start coming out of their shell. Unaware that he still wants to eat his little friend, and he intends to keep it that way, for now.

Idea #3.

This one's an in battle idea that I had after yesterday's ask.

Moira being the evil bitch she is shrinks down one of the overwatch teammates after finding out a way to genetically do so through her experiments. She is about to eat them herself by throwing them in the air to let them plummet into her mouth. But to her dismay, Junkrat sees this, taking the opportunity to use one of his mines to jump and save his teammate. Snapping them up midair, stealing Moira's 'meal' before running off back to the overwatch base. Said teammate mentally reeling from the event as they are jostled around in the junker's stomach.

Plus, a secret bonus plot:

It's one I'm cooking up with my oc. That is a whole thing, but ik that not many people like oc x canon, so I'll only let that one loose if someone really wants to hear it.

Anyhow, enough of my rambling, and feel free to send ask or add anything if you want :)

[quinloki]

Do you think Marco starts feeling guilty before things escalate with the WBP? He's the doctor, and if anyone is going to pick up on the psychological trauma your time here is getting you, it would be him. The one who can effortlessly tell between a tantrum and a true breakdown. The one who quietly sneaks into your room one night to find you sitting up in bed, wordlessly trembling as you stare blankly ahead of you. Your eyes are wide and empty, ringed by harsh bags. He can see where you've been scratching at yourself, tearing at old scabs, a "bad habit" you'd developed recently. He stares, expecting a reaction. But he gets none. He watches you for awhile, and nothing changes. Calls your name very quietly. Nothing. His hand harshly grips the doorway as a sinking feeling makes a home in his gut. It's almost like a switch is flipped. He wants to call out louder, maybe even go to you, but... he knows you're very likely to have a volatile reaction to having your little "trance" broken, and while they have many ways of dealing with you when you act up, seeing you like this just... it's wrong. You aren't in control, so it wouldn't be fair... but he can't help but think of every other time you've been punished for being scared, for saying no, for trying to have any sort of boundaries. He finds himself leaving, closing the door gently, before rushing off to Thatch. He needs to talk to the others about two main things: first, more sedatives, so you'll actually sleep. Second is to ease up on... almost everything else, really. They might be reluctant but he's the doctor. He knows best, and knows the health angle is his best shot at reaching them anyway.

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OOOOOOOHOOOOOOO

OMG No, but that's great - that's - it makes sense too, and like

Man

Imagine:

Teach stabs Thatch (alive, dead, doesn't matter) - that act has the entire crew in an uproar. Ace is dead set on getting revenge and he splits, and maybe Marco convinces Izou to go after him.

Thatch is touch and go, it's hard to say if he'll make it, if Ace dies hunting down Teach, you'll take the losses hard. Marco would go, but with Thatch out there's only one person to wrangle Pops' for the nurses. Just to make sure the kid comes back alive.

Marco then starts to work with the nurses and gets you on a plan to help undo some of the damage he and the other three did. Man's on his knees with the nurses begging for help. Guilt has flipped this man 180 and he needs to do what he can to make it right.

He can't smuggle you off the ship or kick you off, you're in no condition to take care of yourself if he does. He might as well just kill you himself if he's going to be that cruel.

Thatch doesn't make it, there's nothing Marco or the nurses could've done. Teach was just too skilled and too ruthless. Izou and Ace are off-ship trying to track him down, and Marco's practically running himself into an early grave - he's doing all his duties and doing everything he needs to do to help the nurses help you.

He'll sit as far from you in a room as he can, talking through what he did, why, and why he won't ever do it again. About how he'll fight Izou and Ace if he has to. How sorry won't do anything to fix it, but he swears he'll never cross another boundary again. He knows what most of them are, and you can tell him more.

The only thing he can't do right now is leave you alone, but once you're recovered, once the nurses say you're clear, he'll see to it that you're taken anywhere you want. You can even stay on the ship and he won't let anyone do anything to you.

Then Ace is caught, Izou nearly dies. His recovery keeps him out of the Marineford war, but it also keeps him away from you. After the payback wars, Marco keeps his word. Anywhere you want to go, anywhere at all. He'll make sure you have money enough to get settled and he'll never tell a soul.

And maybe you've seen it.

The honest change. The exhaustion. The sorrow. The way he's honored every boundary, every request. Maybe you've heard him arguing with Izou on the matter.

Maybe you're not even sure exactly why, and maybe it feels weird, but you tell him you want to go where he goes. If you change your mind he can take you somewhere else, but for now, you just want to go where he's going.

He'll spend the rest of his life doing his best, he promises.

And you believe it.

and it's true.

[bigtittybitch514]

Something in the Way

"I can be your personal pack mule, or your confident and cocky sidekick, whatever floats your boat," you chimed in, interrupting him mid-sentence. "But once I'm with you, Mr. Leon, you're stuck with me. Sorry, it's now a fact of life."

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The Misadventures of Flapjack Leon // Chap. 2

Leon offered his hand, and with a gentle tug, pulled you up onto your feet. The sudden change in position made you feel a little lightheaded, but a quick shake of your head cleared it away. You grinned at him and introduced yourself, thanking him for his help. You were ecstatic just seeing anyone in the wretched city alive, how ironic considering you were somewhat of a loner before this shitshow of a city. 

"How did you even get in here? It's not safe for civilians, and I know you sure as hell didn’t come in through the front door." he asked, placing a hand on his hip like a stern parent scolding their child. You felt a twinge of embarrassment at being caught sneaking around, scavenging like a little squirrel. 

"If you've been here this whole time without me noticing, then you're a real stealth expert," he chuckled, and the sound was like a balm to your frayed nerves. You admired how he managed to stay upbeat despite all the death around you.

"I know this might sound unbelievable, but," you glanced down at your battered hands, still stained and split from scaling the tree trunk, "I actually climbed up a tree, leaped to a fire escape on the second floor, and snuck in through a window. I was only here for about 20 minutes before you caught me." As the words left your mouth, you realized how absurd it must sound, like something out of a cartoon or action movie. Leon blinked a few times before responding.

"I actually believe you. After everything I've witnessed tonight, I'm ready to believe anything is possible." You nodded, understanding all too well what he meant.

"So, the main hall is relatively safe, and Lieutenant Branagh wouldn't mind having company. I can escort you there to ensure your safety on the way. I'm working on finding a way out of here," Leon said, exhaling heavily. "This place used to be a museum, and we think there's an underground exit, but we need to find these emblems first. There are a lot of strange puzzles, and I can't seem to catch a fucking break, but we're making progress." A strained smile appeared on his lips, revealing his growing frustration.

While you were slightly offended by his assumption that you were a damsel in distress, you understood his intentions. As a police officer he wanted to help people in any way possible. You respected him for that, but you also needed to let him know that you were not helpless.

"Well, Officer Kennedy, I'm flattered by the concern, but trust me, I'm far from useless," you stated, with a determined tone. "I'm actually here looking for my mom, and I'd rather lend a hand in finding these emblems than sit idly by in the main hall. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, and I can handle a gun like a pro. Plus, I've got enough herbs and bullets to last us a while." You flashed a cheeky grin, despite feeling dead inside. Leon raised an eyebrow, taking notice of your black backpack with curiosity.

"I see," he was considering your offer, "But I still encourage you to stay where it's safe. If you stay in the main lobby, I can search for your mother if you give me a description. If we make it out, we can check the surrounding areas--" As he spoke, you raised a finger to your lips, motioning for him to be quiet.

"I can be your personal pack mule, or your confident and cocky sidekick, whatever floats your boat," you chimed in, interrupting him mid-sentence. "But once I'm with you, Mr. Leon, you're stuck with me. Sorry, it's now a fact of life." You playfully brought your shushing finger closer to his face, watching as he shrugged his shoulders up to his ears in amusement.

"Well, I can't argue with facts, can I?" he replied, his lips quirking up into a sly grin.

"But if it comes down to it, you need to run. I'll be fine on my own. Protect yourself first," he added, his voice suddenly serious. You hummed in agreement.

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You and Leon made it to the main hall in record time. Descending the grandiose stairs, you were greeted by a breathtaking statue of a goddess that provided a sharp contrast to the gruesome scene you had just witnessed on the upper floor. Discarded medical equipment, including stretchers and cubicle curtains, lay scattered around like abandoned toys. Files and papers littered the floor in collages.

In the center of the hall sat a couch, a front desk, and a storage container, all enclosed by a makeshift barrier. An idle monitor sat on the desk, a lifeless eye staring out into the chaos. As you approached the couch, you saw a man in a bloodied cop uniform lying on it, his hand pressed tightly against his side where a chunk of flesh had been savagely bitten off. His shirt was stained dark red, and his skin looked slick with sweat and gray from blood loss. You assumed that this must be Lieutenant Branagh.

You wondered why Leon hadn't mentioned the lieutenant's critical condition. But then again, you would have seen it for yourself soon enough.

"Marvin, I'd like you to meet someone I found on the second floor," Leon said, gesturing towards you as if passing the spotlight. You gave a small wave and introduced yourself politely. Marvin managed to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile, nodding in acknowledgement, though it was clear that he was in a lot of pain. You felt terribly sorry for him, knowing he would be taken by the virus soon.

“Leon, come here, take a look,” Marvin breathed heavily, struggling to push out the words. He awakened the screen of the laptop, which showed camera footage of a woman nearby a gate. 

“Yes! I knew she’d make it!” Leon exclaimed.

“You know her?” You also wondered that. 

“Yeah, name’s Claire, I came into town with her.”

“You can get to that courtyard through the second floor…east side.” Marvin’s breathing becomes more labored with each word.

“I’m on it…thanks Lieutenant.” Leon gave you a curt nod, signaling to head out.

"Before we head out," Leon interrupted, "you said you can handle a gun, right?" You gave him a confident nod in response. "Well, you can use my handgun, Matilda. I've found more and she's pretty easy to handle, so I'll lend it to you. Just make sure she comes back in one piece." Leon's wry smile returned as he handed you the gun.

As he hands you the weapon, your fingers brush against his, sending a rush of electricity up your arm. His hands, partially covered by fingerless gloves, are strong and rough with calluses. You glance up his arm, revealing a toned physique and broad shoulders, unfortunately concealed by his clothing. The faint amount of light on the second floor had concealed his strikingly handsome facial features, but now they're on full display, and you can't help but be captivated. In all honesty, he was breathtaking - with dirty blond hair styled in a trendy cut, exuding boyish charm. Despite his exhaustion, his expression reminded you of a tired yet adorable puppy.

Your face flushed as you quickly averted your gaze back down to the floor, hoping he hadn't caught you checking him out. You cleared your throat and managed to compose yourself enough to say, "Thanks." Without missing a beat, you turned around your backpack and grabbed some ammo to reload Matilda.

“Don’t worry, I got you covered already,” Leon cooed in a sweet tone. 

Was he doing this shit on purpose? Because it’s working. 

You studied the gun in your hands, following closely behind him, positioning yourself in a familiar military-trained stance, testing it out. “Two hands on it at all times” your father's voice rang in your mind. Using your reasoning, you deduced that the journey from the main hall to the courtyard wouldn't be too difficult. 

“How far have you gotten in figuring out how to escape from this place?” you asked, hoping to gain a better understanding of their progress. You both began your move.

Upon exiting the main hall, Leon surveyed the area before answering, his gun and flashlight entering rooms before he did. Once he was sure it was clear, he spoke, “I've managed to find two of the three emblems we need to get out of here - one depicting a lion and the other a unicorn. There's also a shotgun I haven't been able to obtain yet because I haven't found the right keycard. We believe that there's an elevator beneath the goddess statue that leads to a possible exit. Marvin and I think that's our best bet.”

As you trailed behind him, he began to recount the last hour of his frustrating journey, complete with colorful language and exaggerated hand gestures. His tale included the trials and tribulations of finding the perfect item to solve a particular puzzle, the endless running around from one end of the station to the other, and the unbearable annoyance of opening the portable safe, which apparently had a randomized sequence that required him to start from scratch every time. To make matters worse, he lamented about the abundance of shotgun shells he had come across, only to find the weapon itself still out of reach in the sealed weapons locker. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, you were sympathetic and amused all at once.

“I did NOT think this was how my first day would be.”

Within a few minutes, you arrive at the hallway that should lead you to the courtyard. As soon as you turn the corner, Leon abruptly stops you by placing his arm out. “The hell is that?” You both hear the whir of what sounds like chopper blades, followed by a loud crash that shakes the east wing. You exchange a worried glance with Leon before cautiously continuing onward.

As soon as he opens the door to the foyer, you see a helicopter engulfed in flames, and the pilot already dead or unconscious in the front seat. You and Leon quickly survey the scene before a feminine voice interrupts with a shout, "Leon!"

“Claire!” he calls back out to her, “Hold on I’ll be right there.” He rushes down the stairwell, urging you to stay close to him. 

He grasps onto the metal linked fence, “Claire, it's so nice to see you.”

“How're you doing? That helicopter just came outta nowhere…” her eyes fall onto you, “Leon, you found another survivor? That’s great! I’m Claire.” She has a pure, genuine smile that reaches up to her eyes.

After you tell her your name, you compliment her jacket. “Aw thanks, my brother got it for me.” Her expression turns distant as she looks down at the soaking wet crimson leather coat.

“We’re doing okay,” Leon interjects. “All in one piece.”

“Guessing you don’t have a key in one of those fancy pockets?” Claire looks towards his vest with many, many pockets. 

“Unfortunately, no… but, how are you doing?”

“Y’know, just surviving,” she leans up against the brick wall with a hand on her hip dramatically.

Claire and Leon have little time to chat before the smoking helicopter behind all of you combusts into a fiery explosion, alerting all the zombies nearby of Claire’s presence. Leon urges her to go, and you all make your goodbyes.

“You guys don’t worry about me, take care of yourselves.” she said, now speaking seriously.  “Let’s get through this… all of us.” 

The brunette disappears from your view as she jogs away, allowing you to appreciate the graphic design on her jacket. You hoped that you would have another chance to cross paths before leaving Raccoon City.

"She's also searching for someone, her brother," he said, turning his eyes over to you. "We met at a Mizoil gas station just as everything started to go downhill." You remember your own stop before entering Raccoon City, you think of the terrifying encounter you had at the gas station. Could it have been the same one? 

"Let's move out before we become the main course." Leon’s voice interjects your thoughts.

The two of you make a hasty exit, snagging bolt cutters and more wood boards on the way out. As you navigate through several rooms and activate the fuses to unlock the rolling doors leading to the main hall, Leon stops abruptly and rummages through his stash behind the front desk. You can't help but notice the array of items in there. It appears he has a bit of a hoarding problem. He grasps a key with a metal spade attached to the end, and a red book.

"Alright," he exhales in relief. "With this key and book in hand, we need to head towards the upper East hall. There's another statue waiting for us that needs this book," he says while raising an eyebrow and wiggling the book in his hand, clearly excited to move forward.

His excitement was contagious, you couldn’t do anything besides grin in response. 

As you and Leon made your way to the East hall, your footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, and after a few minutes you arrived at your destination. The art room was adorned with art pieces, including draped statues that seemed to come alive in the dim light. 

Your eyes fell on the statue that Leon had mentioned earlier, depicting a regal figure that appeared to be a king or prince. As Leon made his way over to the statue, you took the opportunity to explore the room further. Your gaze fell upon a copy of Raccoon Magazine, its pages detailing the history of the city and the mysterious "Red Stone".

But that wasn't all. As you walked around, your eyes landed on an end table where a keycard to the weapons locker was lying. You smirk, knowing that Leon would be thrilled to see it.

You glanced behind you to see the blond holding a scepter adorned with the largest ruby stone you had ever seen. "Uh, did you get that from the statue?" you questioned him, eyebrows raised in surprise. He simply nodded back, examining the scepter further. As he turned it over, you heard a faint “click” and suddenly the sparkling ruby stone fell into his hands. He tossed the now-useless scepter onto the ground with a clatter, saying, “Won't be needing that part.” You were astonished that he didn’t take it with him, considering his addiction to storing things, it would’ve made a great club.

You trudge back to the main hall, feeling a sense of deja vu as you pass through the familiar corridors. You let out a heavy sigh, wondering if this never-ending search for keys and items will ever come to an end.

“Welcome to my world,” Leon snickers, and you shoot him a fake glare.

As he spoke, his hair whipped around his face, and he glanced over towards you, his torso bent over as he organized his storage bin. "You know, I feel like I've been doing all the talking. I haven't learned anything about you yet. Are you from around here?" His incessant plopping of items into the large metal box only confirmed his hoarding tendencies, but at least he was making an effort to engage in a conversation.

"Oh. Well," you begin, "I'm actually from a different state. I received a vague email from my mom, and I came here to search for her. Even if she might be..." you pause briefly before continuing, "I need to find her. I just have to know what happened here.”

"I'll help you find her," he said, stopping what he was doing and giving you an intense look. "I promise." You shy away from his stare.

“Maybe it’d help if you talked about her a bit more. How was your relationship with her? What did her email say?” Nope. Touchy subject.

"I mean, we were okay," you said with a sardonic smile, hoping he'd pick up on the hint and drop the subject. "But let's talk about something else, yeah? Like maybe you telling me how amazing I am." You gave him a playful nudge, forcing a chuckle to break the tension.

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, giving you a lopsided grin. "You're right, that was a pretty deep question. But hey, I'm all about getting to know you better." 

You couldn't help but laugh at his charming demeanor, finding his quirky personality endearing. Throughout your misadventures together, your conversations often veered towards the mundane, but his adorably curious nature always kept things interesting. You found yourself rolling your eyes at his incessant quips, but his contagious laughter never failed to put a smile on your face. Despite the harrowing situation you both were in, he had a way of making you forget about the danger and just enjoy the moment. Sure, he could be a bit nosy at times, but you didn't mind - it was all part of his charm.

---

Leon surveyed the newly acquired shotgun in his hands, raising it to his shoulders as if preparing to fire. He hummed in satisfaction, admiring the weight and balance of the weapon.

"Hey, let me lighten your load a bit," you playfully commented while gesturing at the weapon in his hands.

As you reached out to touch the shiny new gadget, he gently slapped your hand away with a grin. "Nope, not gonna happen, my friend," he said. "That beauty is mine, and she's not going anywhere. We're in this for the long haul."

You raised your hands up in a dramatic fashion, wearing a frown on your face as you apologized. "Oops, my mistake," you said, emphasizing each word for effect.

"Okay, now that we have our secret weapon, it's time to find that last emblem," Leon declared confidently. "I've got a feeling it's on the third floor, but we've got a little problem. Some nutjob barricaded the way up there with C4 and left a creepy note as a warning."

"Well, that's just great," you grumbled in frustration. "Zombies, puzzles, and now we've got to deal with some psycho with explosives. As if things weren't difficult enough already."

As you veer left from the main hall and make your way through the waiting room, a sudden chill runs down your spine. The door creaks open to reveal an eerie darkness that envelops you, with only a few flickering fluorescent lights and moonlight streaming through the boarded-up windows to guide your way. The floor is stained with dark crimson blood, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from the shadows beyond. The wooden planks blocking the open window panes only add to the sense of foreboding and dread that fills the air.

As you ventured deeper down the hallway, you caught sight of those creatures pounding on the boards, desperate to break through. The wooden boards seem to be holding up for the time being. Witnessing their lifeless eyes and gaping jaws sent shivers down your spine.

"Hey, focus on me. Fear is natural in this situation, but we're in this together. Stay calm, we'll find a way out," Leon reassured you, his voice steady and calming.

You believe him.

In an instant, a zombie bursts through one of the boards with a sickening crack, tumbling onto the tiled floor like a lifeless puppet, the now open window inviting more in.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, why did this have to happen RIGHT after he gave you a pep talk?!

"Stay behind me!" Leon shouts, raising his pistol to shoulder height and taking aim at the approaching undead. Crack, crack, crack—the sound of the pistol reverberates loudly in the hallway, sparks flying as bullets hit their mark. So intent on watching Leon, you fail to notice the creature sneaking up behind you. It latches onto you, its grotesque nails digging into your flesh. You twist and turn, finally breaking free and flinging your backpack to the ground. With lightning speed, you retrieve Matilda from your bag and shoot the creature at point-blank range—two quick shots to its brain, reducing it to a gory mess of matter and bone fragments.

You turn back around to see Leon thrusting his combat knife into a zombie's chest, but even that doesn't take it down. "I'm out of ammo!" he shouts, panic creeping into his voice. You count to four in your head, trying to steady your breathing. Raising your pistol, you peer through the minuscule scope and take careful aim at the zombie's head. With one eye closed and the other focused, you pull the trigger. The zombie's head explodes upon impact, and it drops to its knees, finally laid to rest.

"That was a close one," Leon says, managing a smile. "You really know how to handle that thing." You puff out your chest in triumph, feeling a sense of pride at the compliment.

“Well, I told you, didn't I?”, a cocky smirk erupting on your face. Now he was your little damsel in distress.

"Don't get too excited now," Leon says as he glides over to your side and locks his eyes with yours. "I'll actually be impressed when you surpass me in kills." He reaches for your backpack on the ground, and his proximity leaves you with a fluttery feeling in your stomach. 

“I’ll be taking some of this ammo now.” He takes a box of bullets for a 9mm and shoves it in one of his bountiful amounts of pockets. 

After a scoff you say, “You don't think I can beat you?" placing your hands on your hips and giving your thigh a confident pat. "I can hulk out, just watch. You have no idea what these legs can do."

After a snort, the blond crosses his arms over each other, eyeing you up and down. 

Your face and ears heat up, you see where this conversation could get a little risqué. Too frazzled to take any leads, you just try to deflect the conversation elsewhere. 

Oh look, that blood smear looks way different than the other ones!!!

After tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you quickly retrieve your bag from him and slide Matilda back inside. Despite the zombie's grip, the bag appears to be mostly undamaged. When you glance back at Leon, he still has a smug expression on his face, but he refrains from making any further comments. You secretly hope he doesn't stop teasing you altogether.

You continued down the eerie hallways, passing by a hanging dead body without a second glance, until you arrived at an office door that was secured with a thick chain. As far as you knew, anything locked up with chains was off-limits, but Leon seemed undeterred by the obstacle and was set on doing what needed to be done. As soon as you entered the room, you saw a workstation with a peculiar gadget sitting on the desk. Leon picked it up and examined it carefully, before stowing it away in his pocket. You gave him a perplexed look.

"Is there a reason why you're keeping that?" you inquired.

"I have a feeling this is the detonator we're after, but it's useless without batteries," he explained. "Before we start scavenging for them, let's have a thorough search of the area. There might be other crucial items we're overlooking."

Although you found his stash of stuff excessive at times, he was usually right. The things he collected often had a use later on. Most of the areas in the police station had avoidable zombies, they were slow and didn't follow you for long. If you quickly searched and grabbed what you needed, you didn't have to waste time shooting them. With his help, you quickly located a valve that would help with the steam blocking your path in the showers. With a screeching noise, you turned the valve, shutting off the hissing steam. With the way now clear, you made your way through the eerie showers, grabbing extra herbs and gunpowder on your way out. Once satisfied with your progress, you both ventured deeper into unknown territories. 

As you exited the women's locker room, you stepped into a dimly lit hallway that seemed unnaturally silent. The floor was littered with more corpses, and a single light shone ominously, casting eerie shadows on the walls. As you cautiously made your way down the hall, a grotesque creature suddenly emerged from the darkness. Its long, sinewy tongue snaked out and snatched a nearby corpse, dragging it into its gaping, distorted mouth with twisted limbs. The sight made your stomach churn with revulsion and fear.

Your eyes widen in terror, and you feel a scream building up in your chest. But before you can let it out, Leon's hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you. "Not a sound," he whispers urgently in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "It can't see us, but it can hear us." You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you stare at the creature before you. It's like nothing you've ever seen before, with twisted limbs and a gaping maw that seems to stretch impossibly wide. Leon reaches out a hand to you, gesturing for you to take hold. You grab on, clinging to him like a lifeline as he slowly leads you past the monster. His other hand grips his shotgun, ready to fire at a moment's notice. You press your other hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your ragged breaths as you tiptoe past the creature, praying that it won't hear you.

As you move closer, the creature comes into focus. Its skinless body is contorted, with elongated fingers that resemble razor-sharp claws. It's much larger than the relatively humanoid zombies that roam the other areas, and it's not confined to the ground. This creature crawls effortlessly on the ceiling and walls, its movements disturbingly agile and unnatural.

Without a word, Leon gestures towards the door to your left and you both slip inside without making a sound. The room is well-lit, but in shambles with overturned furniture and broken equipment. It's a welcome respite from the monster lurking just outside. You finally release the breath you didn't realize you were holding, and your eyes moisten with unwanted tears, but you quickly blink them away.

"You okay?" he whispers, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. "We'll make it through this. I'll keep you safe. You're brave."

Warmth spreads all throughout your body upon hearing his caring words. You feel overwhelmed and unable to respond, you just simply rest your forehead against his bulky vest, seeking comfort. Leon understands and allows you to stay there for a moment, leaning his chin on your head and placing his gloved hand gently between your shoulder blades. Can you just stay like that forever?

"After you catch your breath, let's take a look around," he muttered, breaking the comfortable silence with a gentle tone.

You and Leon let go of each other's hands, reluctantly breaking the physical connection that had provided a momentary sense of safety and comfort. Leon headed towards the main area of the room, while you made your way towards the office on the left, a hunch telling you that this area might be the S.T.A.R.S office. Investigating the office left you with some batteries for the detonator and a code for a safe. Just as you were about to leave, Leon called out to you.

You joined him at the gated area filled with weapons and equipment. "It's an armory," he said, disappointment evident in his voice, "but I wasn't authorized to access it. We'll need to find a dongle." Greaaaaat, another setback.

You take Matilda out of your backpack, gripping her tightly with both of your hands. “I’m ready whenever you are, Leon.”

He gave a curt nod, “Let’s head out,”

Crouching once more, you cautiously exit the room and enter the dim hallway. You look around with intense focus, scanning for any signs of movement or danger. Worriedly, you glance at Leon, who puts his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. He motions for you to stay put, and you freeze in place. As he slowly stands up and moves forward, you silently protest in your mind, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.

He disappears around the corner, the sound of his footsteps gradually fading away. You're left alone in the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. Your eyes dart around, trying to concentrate . A few minutes pass, and you start to wonder what could be taking him so long. Suddenly, you see a bright flash of light that illuminates the wall in front of you, followed by a loud thud, and a ringing in your ears. He used a damn flash grenade. Your body tenses up as a roar bellows from the opposite end of you, quickly followed by the sound of a shotgun blast.

What the fuck was he doing?!

You sprint down the hallway, Matilda clutched tightly to your chest as you rush to Leon's aid. You arrive just in time to see him deftly dodge the monster's powerful claws, his shotgun at the ready. Without hesitation, you take aim and begin firing at the creature, your hands shaking with adrenaline. The monster turns its attention towards you, its massive frame hurtling at you with frightening speed. With lightning-fast reflexes, you deliver a powerful roundhouse kick to its midsection, sending its body crashing into the wall with a resounding smack. For a moment, the creature lies stunned on the ground, but it quickly rises to its feet and whips back to the ceiling, preparing for its next attack.

Leon shouts in frustration as he reloads his shotgun and looks behind him. His worried gaze meets yours, and he exclaims, "Jesus Christ! Didn't I tell you to stay put?"

“If you think I’m gonna stand back and let you take all the action, you’re crazy,” you say with conviction, committing to not letting Leon face the danger alone. Internally, a sick feeling churns in your stomach as you contemplate the possibility of him getting hurt. You resolve to do everything in your power to protect him.

Leon quickly aims his gun at the creature once more, determined to finish the job. "This ends now," he says through gritted teeth, his finger tight on the trigger. The creature lets out a blood curdling screech as the shot tears through its body, causing it to collapse onto the ground. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as you both stand there, catching your breath and watching as the creature twitches and gasps for its last breaths. You shoot at it a few more times, finally putting it out of it’s misery. It doesn't get back up. 

Leon slowly turns to face towards you, breathing heavily, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "Damn, remind me to never get on your bad side. You've got some impressive moves there." he gestures towards your legs, “you have to teach me that kick one day.”

[hadesbullshit]

since you asked about kendrick and drake!

cw for misogyny/misogynoir, pedophilia, sex trafficking

gonna need to split this into two parts bc tumblr won't let me put more than 10 images in the ask

first of all i want to say that i've always hated drake and loved kendrick so this whole thing is making me so happy lmao. drake really shouldn't have gone after a pulitzer winning poet 💀

important to note bc it comes up again later: drake hid the fact that he had a son and the only reason we know he has one is bc pusha t called him out for lying about having a kid during a rap battle

anyway here we go:

okay so essentially, drake and kendrick met, drake asked kendrick to open for him on tour. then kendrick featured drake on his next album. all this was waaaaaayy back in 2011. then in like 2013 kendrick was featured on big sean's song control right and he disses a bunch of rappers, drake included. nobody really cares bc like. that happens all the time and they're still friends yk lmao. EXCEPT drake who gets all butthurt, but who cares.

so fast forward to this past october, drake released a new album, and on one of the songs he features j. cole, who refers to himself, drake, and kendrick as "the big three", as in they're like the three best rappers currently. then, in march, kendrick is featured on future's song "like that" and he says "motherfuck the big three, it's just big me".

then on april 19th, drake drops two diss tracks. the first one is "push-ups" which is just a general diss, and the second one was posted on instagram and was called "taylor made freestyle" where he disses kendrick for featuring on her song bad blood and also says kendrick probably won't respond to his diss track for another week so that he doesn't have to compete with the drop of taylor's new album. the part that REALLY pissed me off personally was that the second of the two opens with a verse using AN AI IMITATION OF TUPAC (the fucking nerve of this guy), and the following verse was an ai imitation of snoop dogg (which says a lot bc why did he have to use ai??? snoop's still alive ??? he could have just featured him ????? 💀). that song had to be taken down from instagram within hours because tupac's estate threatened legal action bc he didn't get consent to do an ai imitation of him.

this is where it starts to get interesting. on april 30th, kendrick responded with a track called euphoria. my personal favorite part was when he responded to drake's allegation that he'd wait to release a response so he wouldn't compete with taylor swift by saying, "y'all think all my life is rap? that's hoe shit, i got a son to raise, but i can see you don't know nothing about that". he also calls him out for never talking about black issues, putting on a fake accent when he raps, trying to act like he's tough (he grew up as a privileged kid in the canadian suburbs and was a child star), using ai in taylor made, etc. he also says drake shouldn't have any right to say the n word anymore (not bc he's biracial, but bc of his misogynoir and the fact that he essentially profits off of US gang culture and stereotypes while not having any experience in that community or ever saying anything about black issues or struggles). here's some of the lyrics:

then, on may 3, kendrick released a second (very short) response called "6:16 in la" where he alleges that drake's team is leaking information to him and saying that drake deserves to be taken down (OVO is drake's label).

so may 4, drake dropped another response called "family matters", baselessly claiming that kendrick abuses his wife, saying he doesn't actually care about his son because he doesn't take many pictures with him (??), and claiming kendrick only talks about black issues to be performative (he said something along the lines of "you rap like you're trying to free the slaves" or smth)

Genuinely thanks bv I had like a vague idea of who drake was (someone who had smth to do with music?) but I’d never heard of Kendrick before

[melishade]

Hello.

Haven't looked at Predaking for a long time. I wonder what his conversation with Papa Megs looked like after all this. It would be nice to see him interact with some of the scouts as well. I have a feeling he'd get along with Sasha, Armin or Connie

Previous Episode of the Deity Timeline

Pilot Poll Open until next Sunday

Well it has been a while.

So after Predaking and Kenshin return and Emperor Taisho chews out his son for going to the island without his knowledge, hell he even scolds Predaking like a child Predaking retorts by saying it was his choice Kenshin explains that because of Predaking, they need to do some 'monthly check in' to ensure that both sides are keeping their word.

First time they meet up, it's on Hizuru's land out of Emperor Taisho request (Because his son was on Paradis Island and both he and Katsuko nearly had a heart attack over it). And it's quite tense. They still get the energon and split it as promised; the percentage had to go up to 40% due to Predaking's presence in Hizuru and they need to find a way to accommodate for him.

Second time, there is a meet-up, it's on Paradis island and Predaking takes Kenshin with him. There's understandable tension between the Autobots and Predaking, specifically with Wheeljack, and Megatron was no where to be seen (coward). But Predaking couldn't help but notice that Kenshin was making direct contact with Optimus Prime. They two appeared to be exchanging letters with one another before they left. Predaking couldn't help but ask why he did that. Optimus might be fighting for the side of the humans, but he not exactly a good person. His people were responsible for the death of the Predacons. Kenshin reasons that he wants to create allies, not enemies. He thinks it's better to see a world where Hizuru can work with Paradis like before. And what's so wrong about that?

Kenshin advises Predaking to try to get acquainted with the Survey Corps, which Predaking immediately shuts down. He was not going to lower himself to working with humans, especially humans working with Optimus and Megatron!

Kenshin: You're working with us.

Predaking: You are an exception that meets the bare minimum.

Kenshin, sarcastically: I feel so honored.

Kenshin pleads with him to just try, but Predaking huffs, transforms into beast mode, and turns away in response. Kenshin replies along the lines of "God my ass. You're a toddler." Next time the monthly meet up happens, it's on Hizuru's turf, actually near Predaking's cave where he's decided to rest. As Wheeljack and Hanji are talking with the Emperor, Kenshin decides to sneak away to see Predaking, gaining the attention of the 104th and causing them to follow. They are spying on them in the trees and they just see Kenshin trying to convince a beast mode Predaking to just try to interact with the Survey Corps. Predaking just huffs and turns his neck in response, causing Kenshin to say he's a toddler.

Unfortunately, one of them steps on a twig, alerting Predaking and it causes him to nearly burn them all alive, but Kenshin has to get in the way once he realizes that it's the 104th. Predaking calms down but is still eyeing them with suspicion and decides to remain in beast mode, but the fact that he hasn't left has given Kenshin some hope. But Predaking is only staying because he spots Mikasa in the crowd and he's still trying to figure out what makes her so special.

But he does listen to them talk amongst themselves. Kenshin is taking the food from Predaking's offering shrine and handing it to them since he's not going to eat it. And he sees the way that the 104th act like they've never had something like that before. Predaking learns that the food in the Walls is not very diverse, even when food wasn't scarce. And Predaking...is finding himself listening to the struggles of the Paradisians. How they were hated for something that they didn't do...how they were betrayed by people they trusted and had taken active part in harming them? He felt...empathetic. He still didn't speak to them as Kenshin took them back, but he couldn't help but notice the way they kept looking back at him.

Predaking starts to become interested in the situation regarding the people of Paradis. And how they were betrayed by the Warriors in Marley. He had heard through chatter that Marley was engaged in a war with the Middle Eastern Alliance. And the titans were considered the most powerful beings on this world. Maybe he should check it out for himself. Later that night, he flaps his wings and flies high in the sky, wanting to see these supposed Warriors himself.

(Predaking is a little bit tricky to make interactions with the people of Paradis simply due to the fact he has what he needs in Hizuru and the fact that the Autobots and Megatron are aligned with them. It would cause him to be closed off from them and more cautious. Well that's all I have for now.)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

guys guys guys!!! I need your help deciding which book/novel idea to continue writing!!! I'll give either a synopsis or excerpt of each one and then there'll be a poll!! I would love to complete my childhood dream of writing a book and this would help me so much!! (it's kinda long tho so I apologize)

!!ALL WRITING AND IDEAS BELOW ARE MINE!! Please do not steal or post to other platforms!

idea #1: The Confessor

(this will contain 'spoilers' for the book/I took out the killers name tho)

Main Character: Eliza Clarke

Bad Guy/Killer: “I am The Confessor”

Main plot:

“The Confessor” is hired by many of societies elite (ie. billionaires, high profile lawyers, surgeons, CEOs of giant companies) to take care of their problems [a pregnant mistress, a source who holds information they would rather not be shared, an older brother with ties to the inheritance, etc.] 

One by one, methodically, a person on The Confessor's list goes missing, until their bodies are found either in their house, a church yard, or a pool

he uses torture/killing techniques used during the 1500-1700 Witch Trials to kill the suspects

With each body found, there is a note written in old English “I am The Confessor”

No evidence is found at the places where the bodies reappeared, as they were moved, and no evidence can be found on the bodies as their skin/nails/hair have been cleaned with high acting soap that can be found at any grocery store, plus they are found with the last outfit they were seen in, washed/sterilized with a rip down their backs (indicating their bodies were searched for the “mark of the devil”

The Confessor stops his killings as the last of his list dwindles down but after a year of these murders being cold cases, he starts up again: this time, on an actual hunt for those who deal with the devil

For the year of the cases being cold, a junior in college, Eliza Clarke who’s major is history and her hobby is “investigative” journalism (She reads case files and reacts to them), follows the case and any updates

One night, while her friends are partying, she has the files spread out on her floor (her older step brother takes photos for the police and once a case goes cold he has permission to release pictures to private investigators) and figures out how similar the murders are to renaissance witch trials (1500-1700)

(I have more notes on this but I don't want to give too much away)

idea #2: 'unnamed book'

excerpt:

Everyone speaks of that moment before death where your life flashes before your eyes. Some say you’ll relive every memory with such clarity that you truly do not know if you’re alive or in the feeble moment before the end. Others say it’s a split second, where you watch from a third person perspective, your memories a movie.  Both are wrong. The moment before you die, there is no flash of memories, no reliving every moment. Only silence as your body realizes it’s coming to an end. But then comes the panic. Your mind starts to go into overdrive, thinking this can’t be the end. Yes, you do remember a few key moments of your life, fueling your will to survive. You call out, begging for a second chance, begging to have more time.  Normally, the pleas fall on deaf ears, their last breaths passing through their lips, their body going still.  But sometimes, someone hears the pleas of the fallen.  And answers. 

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(note: even if one wins way more than another, I will probably write it someday and this is not an invitation to steal ideas 😁)

[heartfeltletters-written]

I absolutely loved this analysis but i wanna add that people might not understand or see the character this way because RY writing in IF was truly atrocious but that's a topic for another day.

For someone who is centered by facts, information, and truth, to learn that you’ve been on the wrong side of history at no fault—or choice—of your own is devastating.

This is the foundation of Violet's struggles, she is centered on facts and truth, which she has always associated with the Archives. I think in the next few books we will see the dismantling of her grounding place. She admits to Xaden that she can't seem to find her own feet because she's always too busy looking at him. While this line seems weird and might make her seem incompetent I have another interpretation for it.

The Archives are no longer her safe space, we see the first time she enters them in IF she's chanting in her head that the place is full of lies. So what happens when the place you ground no longer brings you safety? You must find another one that gives you the same protection you lost. Violet hasn't figured that out yet, she still tries to ground in the Archives and of course, that is doomed to fail. Subconsciously I can see her working on finding a new grounding place which is why she turns to Xaden. He dropped everything to save her from torture which I think is why her brain starts to associate him with safety. But at the same time, her brain also associates information with safety and Xaden can't provide that. So right now she's in a tough spot, she's split between two realities: Xaden being her safe space while compromising her need for information which is associated with the betrayal of her old safe space.

What happens in the second part of IF also helps in her spiraling into desperation. She is used to being the smartest person in the room, the one who can always think logically and seek a solution. But she has lost everything she held true, she no longer has the information that made her smarter because those are all lies. This reminds me of what happens when people go to college. In high school, you are the smartest kid in class, but in college, you're stuck with other prodigies so obviously you start feeling like a failure. Except Violet's case is even worse because her reality has shifted. She's stuck in a classroom where all the people have attended high school but she only made it as far as primary school. Her sense of self has been lost, and worst of all she associates her self-worth with her knowledge, she is being betrayed by her body constantly, the only things she had were her hair and her brain, and one of those things has been gruesomely taken away from her.

On the topic of Lilith Sorrengail, I think Violet is taking out her frustrations about it on Xaden. I don't think Xaden was completely wrong in waiting for her to approach the topic because she clearly wasn't ready to talk about it. He wanted to do this at her own pace, but forgot to consider that her grounding place was down already and that they needed to have this conversation sooner rather than later. This is also a topic we need to talk about later: the misunderstanding that both Violet and Xaden have of each other, but that's for another post.

Back to Lilith, Violet has always held the belief that "hey yeah my mother might have sent me to a death college, but she believed I would make it out alive. In a sense, she was the only one who has ever believed me." So what happens when Violet learns that her mother only believed her because she asked a stronger rider to look out for her? Her world falls apart (once again). She has always wanted her mother's approval, and when she thought that she had it, it was all a lie, her belief in Violet had never been genuine. So Violet takes her frustrations about her mother on her closest person: Xaden.

This also adds to the guilt Violet feels because how dare her mother ask something of Xaden when she already marked his back with scars. The weight rests on her because the price for the deal for the marked ones was her safety, which is another pack of worms she's not ready to open yet.

Anyway, my only wish is that we had seen more of this inner conflict and a deeper look into it. And I'm not even addressing her trauma of being captured for torture by a person who was supposed to be her friend. That had to have shaken her own beliefs of trust which again reflects on the person who's closest to her: Xaden.

The Death of Violet’s Worldview

I just saw @nesta331917’s post about how Violet being unable to trust Xaden in Iron Flame makes complete sense and I just wanted to spit out my thoughts on that—and Violet’s characterization—because I completely agree!!

When I’m rereading I tend to fixate on Violet’s difficulty grappling with failure (to uncover the truth sooner, to save Liam, to protect her friends from the bitter truth & dangerous rebellion, to raise the wards in Aretia—whatever defeat she is internalizing at the moment) not only because I’m in this photo and I don’t like it, but also because it is such great characterization.

Violet previously protected the people she loves (and herself) by weaponizing the wealth of information she had, but now the very foundation she used to define herself has been ripped out from under her. Not only was she unaware of the reality of venin, wyvern, and the truth behind the attacks on Navarre’s wards, the entire rebellion that she (and her dad!! her favorite person!!) has studied and analyzed for her entire life was censored and propagandized by her government to shape public opinion and she was none the wiser.

For someone who is centered by facts, information, and truth, to learn that you’ve been on the wrong side of history at no fault—or choice—of your own is devastating. It’s a feeling of utter powerlessness and betrayal; no matter how many hours Violet had explored the archives, no matter how many times she reread the death tolls, maps, and battle strategies, no matter how ferociously she believed in the power of information, nothing could change the dismal reality that the truth was simply not accessible to her.

Not only that, but the discovery that her own mother was complicit in the death and destruction of entire provinces for the benefit of her country and children introduces a whole new burden of guilt and hypocrisy Violet didn’t know she complied with. Add in that (1) the man she’s just fallen in love with is leading a revolution against these terrors she knew nothing about, (2) Dain, Violet’s best friend since she was a child, stole her memories to aid in the hypocrisy of their government and nearly get her killed, and (3) her brother Brennan, whose death completely altered the fabric of her whole family and may have contributed to their father’s own death, is fucking ALIVE, and it’s the perfect (onyx) storm of disillusionment. Absolutely everything Violet held true came barreling down in a matter of weeks, and no amount of rereading or reanalyzing could mend the hurt or justify Navarre’s (and, from Violet’s perspective, her) lack of intervention.

Violet is selfless to a fault, and being misinformed about the horrors outside of the wards robbed her of her choice to defend the defenseless. Of course we saw her escape Basgiath/the “safety” of Navarre to join the revolution as soon as she could, but the feeling of failing not only those you love, but also countless others you didn’t even know were in peril is still so heavy. She also has consistently been targeted for being The General’s Daughter, and now the full implications of that association is branded on her like a third relic.

Of course Violet’s relationship with Xaden has been affected by the guilt, betrayal, and disillusionment that are ingrained within it, whether either of them has accepted it or not. Even if Xaden had nothing to do with the revolution and they were living happily ever after before graduation, once the truth about the dark wielders came to light and Violet didn’t know up from down I’m sure the identity crisis still would have (at the very least) strained their relationship.

Anyways.

I so desperately need Violet and Xaden to finally be able to finish their fight and figure out how to move forward while trusting each other.

Give Violet (And Xaden) A Break 2025, Pleeease Rebecca

[tofunabia]

can i request where gn!reader is manipulative, and it caught chishiya attention so he decided to use them but fall inlove instead? anyways pls stay hydrate!! thanks for ur work :))

Here's your request! I'm sorry if it left a cliffhanger; I'll split this into four parts. I also wanted to thank you for your lovely request. You can read the first and second part now.

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You're Just Like Me (Part One)

You are part of the militants. So, you're friends with some of the executive members of the beach, like Hatter, Mira, and particularly Aguni.

Aguni resembles you as his sister, even if you're not blood-related. He always wants to protect you. That's why you're under his watch. He understands that you can handle yourself without his help, but he still offers you his service.

You remembered the night he protected you from one of his men named Niragi. Niragi held your waist without your permission and flirted with you. Not even a second has passed; Aguni immediately snatched you and started to beat the shit out of him.

After that incident, you realize how Aguni is serious with his words. All this time, you thought he was joking, but he proved you wrong. You were also thankful because Niragi never attempted to harass you again.

Aguni also saved your life before. If it weren't for him, you would probably be a rotting corpse lying in the street by now.

"Have you eaten yet?" you saw Aguni walking towards you and sitting beside you.

You shook your head in disagreement. "I just woke up," you said while yawning.

"I thought so. Here eat this." Aguni showed you the food he brought, and you accepted it.

"Thank you," you smiled at him and started to eat.

"I have to tell you something," he looked at you.

"What is it?"

"Hatter and I will go to a game tonight; Niragi and Takatora will come with us too,"

"Without me?"

Aguni nodded his head slowly. He noticed that the news changed your expression. "I really want you to come with us, but Hatter said, and it was between him and me, and he also said that it needed to be kept private and confidential."

"Are you mad?" Aguni asked.

You shook your head in disagreement. "No,"

"You sure?"

You hummed in response and continued to eat the food he gave you.

Aguni sighed in dismay. He's always confused by your actions and responses towards him because he doesn't understand if you're mad at him.

"Before I forget, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

You looked at him curiously.

"Be careful with a guy named Chishiya,"

"C-Chishiya? Who's that?" you questioned.

"The blonde-haired man wearing a white hoodie and always present in the meetings? Haven't you met him yet?"

"No,"

Aguni gave you a head pat and stood up. "Never let your paths get crossed. Avoid him if you can. Take care of yourself, okay? I'll be back as soon as I can. You better be still alive." you chuckled at his last line and nodded at him.

He stole one more glimpse before ultimately leaving the room. It was always like this, Aguni is always different whenever you're two alone. Yes, people at the beach might think differently and not believe his actions towards you, but it's true. Aguni has a soft personality behind his displayed persona.

You wished that you could go with them. Staying at the beach alone bores you, especially when your only friend is Kuina, and she's always nowhere to find.

What you ate earlier wasn't enough, so you immediately stood up and left the room. While walking, you're thinking about where you will go. The cafeteria on the beach is always crowded with people constantly, and imagining yourself in that scenario makes you ick.

Aha! You can find something to eat in The Bar. You remembered that the foods were delicious when you first went there with Aguni. And, of course, you can probably be in the mood to drink some alcohol too.

You hopped inside the elevator and pressed the 6th-floor button. The elevator was about to close when a blonde-haired man rushed inside the elevator, too.

Holy cow. Is this the guy who's Aguni talking about earlier? How could this happen? There are so many elevators on the beach. Why would he choose this? You should've taken the stairs if you knew this would happen.

The elevator shut itself, and you saw Chishiya's reflection in front of you. He's wearing a white hoodie with a plain white shirt inside. He's also wearing summer trunks and a pair of slippers.

You heard the man cough. Did he catch you eyeing him?

You slowly looked at him, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you. You both made eye contact and were the first to break it. You gulped hard and started shaking.

The elevator began running, and it was pure silence inside until you heard the man beside you start to whistle.

"Can you please stop that?" you kindly asked him.

"Stop what?"

"Your whistles,"

"It's too quiet in here. I can't help it."

"Just stop,"

You silently prayed that the elevator would open so you could get out. You can't handle the tension between you and Chishiya. And to your surprise, your prayers have been answered.

The elevator eventually opened. And Before you left, Chishiya grabbed your right wrist.

"W-What are you doing?" you asked him and tried to get your wrist back, but his grip was too hard.

"It's Chishiya," after he said that, he immediately removed his grip on your wrist. You were confused, and when you looked back at him, the elevator door started to close.

But before the door closed, you saw how Chishiya playfully smirked at your reaction and waved his hand at you.

What just happened? Did he just introduce himself to you?

You're Just Like Me (Part Two)

You were still in shock after meeting Chishiya. You can't explain what you felt, Especially when he grabbed by your wrist earlier.

You slowly walked inside The Bar and saw Kuina drinking in the corner. You approached her, and she looked surprised when she saw you. She embraced you with her arms and invited you to the table where she was sitting.

Finding Kuina on The Beach is like playing a hide-and-seek game. She's very good at hiding, and you're a lousy seeker.

You can describe Kuina as your best friend, and she's the only one you trust besides Aguni. You two met each other in a game when she saved you, and the rest is history. She was wearing her bikini top and skinny jeans at the bottom.

"How are you doing? I missed you so much," she asked while still hugging you.

You chuckled at her actions. She is very clingy and touchy (not in a sexual way) when it comes to you; she also knew you don't like physical touch, but when you told her on her birthday that she was an exception, you can never forget her reaction.

"I-I can hug you now?" she asked while tears started to pour in her eyes.

You wiped her tears and nodded. You saw how happy Kuina and she rushed to hug you so tight after you said that. You can hear her silent sobs, and she says, "This is the best birthday gift."

There's a sudden change in Kuina's mood when she notices your right wrist. You also looked at it, and to your surprise, it had formed a purple bruise already.

Kuina darted her eyes at you with a "What happened to that" expression.

"I met him,"

"Who's him?"

"Your friend,"

"Chishiya?"

You nodded while taking a shot of tequila.

"What? When? Is Chi the one who did this to you?"

"Uhuh. We met at the elevator earlier, Ina. I think your friend accidentally gripped my wrist too hard when he introduced himself to me."

Kuina hissed. "That jerk! I will kill him!"

"Calm down," you said, but you couldn't help to laugh at her reaction.

"Stop laughing at me," she said while pouting her lips.

You laughed at her and calmly explained that it was no big deal.

You saw how she looked away from you. She's being stubborn again because you're defending the guy who hurt you. You knew that Chishiya and her were close friends, but she doesn't tolerate his wrongdoings.

She finally quit being stubborn and offered you the food she was eating, and you gladly took it. You told her why you were left alone here, and she silently listened.

After some time, you felt someone was watching you, but you chose not to look after it.

Little did you know, Chishiya was the one who was silently watching you from afar, smirking at himself while listening to your conversation. He attached a small microphone to the back of your leather jacket earlier. When he grabbed you by your wrist earlier, it distracted you; that's when he put the tiny microphone on your back while you were still in shock.

He intentionally rode that elevator with you because he was planning something to do. He's after the cards, and only the executive members and some militants have access. That's why his plan will only work if he can manipulate you by doing it.

Chishiya wants to manipulate you because he wants to. He sees Aguni as a threat to his plan, but you aren't. He assumes that you're just like your friend Kuina, who's easy to use and can be drawn by your feelings quickly. He thinks that you're an easy target to attack.

After hours of drinking, you finally waved your goodbyes to Kuina. You're already drunk and tired; While walking, you feel someone is following you.

"Someone was watching me earlier, and now it's following me? How great." you thought to yourself and looked back but saw no one. You continued to walk and felt the footsteps again. To your annoyance, you said,

"Whoever you are, just come out,"

You waited a minute, and you didn't know that it was Chishiya.

He smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Hello."

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms. "Why are you following me?"

He just smiled and walked past you. You decided to follow him so you couldouldn get a direct answer. He stopped when he realized you were following him, so he turned his back on you.

"Why are you following me now?"

Your eyebrows met in confusion. You were so confused but decided to join his trick.

You shrugged your shoulder and walked past him just like he did to you. You heard him laugh and stopped you by grabbing your right wrist again.

"Copying me, huh? I like that you're acting just like me."

His grip hurt you a bit because it had already formed a bruise. Chishiya noticed how you reacted to it and saw the bruise too. He instantly removed his grip on your wrist. Chishiya leaned himself and whispered something to your ear,

"I assume you're alone," you heard as he took a deep breath before continuing, "I want you to visit my room later, at midnight; it's beside Kuina's. I'll treat your bruise as a compromise. I'll be waiting for you."

You were stunned and realized Chishiya had already left you alone in the hallway. Aguni told you not to let your path with Chishiya get crossed, but right now? You got invited to Chishiya's room.

You finally got to your room and threw yourself at your bed. You checked the clock beside you and found that you still had hours left before midnight. Taking a rest was your only option because what just happened between you and Chishiya was starting to stress you out.

[shortestcake]

SAFE AND SOUND

Pairing: Vi x reader

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: princess

Genre: light angst+fluff

Summary: Vi is apart of the firelights, she downplays what's going to be a long and hard mission, as not to worry you. Yet it ends up having the opposite effect

// mention of injury

"I'll be back soon, sweets."

'"Soon" my ass', you murmured quietly, repeating your girlfriends words in your head while folding laundry.

As much as you wanted to be furious with her for hiding how dangerous this mission truly was, most of your anger was just to mask your worry.

You knew that her taking up a job like this would occasionally have such events, you at home, waiting for her to come back, every second spent not knowing if she was even still alive or not.

But that didn't mean you shouldn't be upset, she lied.

Continuing to fold both of your clothes, you felt your body freeze, just for a split second. Now holding one of her many hoodies, one that she wore inside the house almost daily- even washed it smelled like her.

You bit your lip, contemplating, you had been dating for almost a year now, this was normal couple stuff, right?

Wearing each others clothes should be perfectly fine! Especially in these conditions.

After about a minute of debating yourself, you slowly dressed the hoodie over your shirt, loving how much it reminded you of her.

It fit loosely around your frame, you finally felt somewhat grounded after almost 3 days without knowing about Vi's condition. Maybe you didn't feel completely at ease, but the familiar feeling the hoodie gave you was enough to soothe you to sleep.

You fell asleep on the couch, exhausted from all of your sleepless nights and busy days, seeing as doing every chore around the house was the only way to keep your brain preoccupied with thoughts that weren't Violet, you haven't gotten much rest.

Violet creeped the door open, slowly, as not to possibly awake you- which was logical thinking, considering it was nearly 2am.

Quietly, she took off her heavy gauntlets, placing them where you'd both keep your shoes.

Exhausted, Violet walked into you shared bedroom, after everything she just wanted to pass out with you in her arms.

But, to her very unpleasant surprise, you weren't sound asleep in bed, you weren't even in your bedroom.

Groaning, the pink haired woman stepped into the hallway- wondering where you were. She knew you weren't in the kitchen or bathroom, the lights would've been on if that were the case.

Vi walked into the living room, the only other place, inside your house, that you could be at.

And there you were, sleeping on the couch. She chuckled to herself- no reason behind it, other then being glad she gets to see you again.

She stepped closer to your calm frame, resting her hands against your cheeck, and fuck you're wearing her hoodie. Suddenly she felt guilty for lying to you, she just didn't want you to worry, like you always do.

The mission wasn't even that dangerous, worst part was how long it was, she barely got hurt.

Deciding to spare you of backpains- and herself of another night without your cuddles- Violet picked you up and carried you to where you should've been in the first place.

You woke up, you slowly stretched your limbs, or tried to at least. You quickly took notice of the two strong arms wrapped around you, two strong arms you'd recognize in any state.

Realization dawned over you and you- once again, tried, to sit up right- only managing to turn your body enough to face her, the one person who held all of your affection.

This was really annoying, you wanted to be angry- you really did! But you already felt your eyes start to water at not only your girlfriends presence, but also her condition.

She was with you, and she was safe.

You let out a shaky sigh, blinking your tears away and squeezed your arms out of their cage, letting your hands cradle the resting woman's face.

Soon after you started circling your thumb over her cheeck tattoo, Vi blinked her eyes open. A soft smile gracing her features, one only you got to see.

"Mornin' princess" she mumbled, positioning her arms impossibly tighter around you.

You didn't respond, only glaring at her.

Which, combined with how delicately you were holding her face, in any other situation would've made her chuckle, now however, she knew she messed up.

She sighed, letting her forehead rest against yours, "'M sorry sweets, I should've told you"

"Yeah, you should've", you let your eyes roam her body, she didn't seem to have many injuries, it also seemed like she managed to clean herself before coming home last night.

Violet brushed her nose against yours, before kissing it softly, rubbing her hands in small circles on your back.

Your eyes met hers again, eyebrows furrowing, "Why?" although clearly laced with hurt, your question was genuine.

"I just didn't want you to worry..." She whispered, still rubbing your back.

"And you didn't think dissapearing for days on end would worry me?" At this, she looked defeated, she knew it was wrong from the beginning.

You searched her eyes, you knew you couldn't stay mad at her. She was just trying to look out for you, even if her attempt had the opposite affect.

Barely a moment later you moved until your head was against her chest and your arms embracing her, as hers were you.

"Please, just... next time tell me" you spoke quietly, too filled with relief to continue being angry.

"I will, I promise" She kissed the top of your head, soft repetitive pecks were being placed on any spot she could reach.

Now that you were finally together, safe and sound, you could rest peacefully in each others arms.

[sweetdreamsshifter]

Grudges - Chapter Three (Stolen Silence)

Newt Scamander x Fem!Magizoologist!Reader

A/N- The story is (hopefully) moving forward now!! Went a lil crazy in this chapter, but I hope that I can continue to release these lengthier chapters as I get further along! Enjoy! :D

Word Count- 3,041

Warnings- creeper pushing Y/N into uncomfortable situations

Y/N = Your Name

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The day had passed and the team was ready to enact their first plan. They were to split into three couples: Tina and Queenie, Jacob and Theseus, and Y/N and Newt. Tina and Queenie would leave first to scout out the market and report to Jacob and Theseus if they discovered it was happening. The boys would then alert Newt and Y/N if they found anything by ordering a gin rickey, if nothing, an old fashioned. Then, Newt and Y/N would meet Tina and Queenie on the dance floor to relay any information they needed to know before they tried to enter. If Y/N and Newt made it in, the rest would stay behind and wait for action. If they were forced to leave, they would wait by the building across the street, and Jacob would be apparated home.

"Remind me why I agreed to be her partner." Newt asked Jacob a few hours before they all left. Any second thoughts about Y/N's personality were immediately thrown from Newt's brain when he'd accidentally spilled a quarter of the potion she gave him on her dining table that same evening.

"Newt! Oh, no no no no. How could you!" Y/N cried, her attempts to fix the table rendered useless.

"How could I? You were the one who never told me this was acidic and would burn wood!" Newt cried back, confusion and anger over taking the rationality in his head.

"I did! You didn't listen! I told you after the rooms were arranged to be careful with the potion!" 

"You weren't specific enough!"

"Stop fighting! Y/N, I understand that you're upset about your table, I'm sure we can fix it or find a lovely replacement, but it's not entirely his fault and irrational of you to get so mad at him. Newt, it was an accident, yes, but you could've tried to clean it before the hole was formed, or at least apologized. Now stop bickering like children and act like the specifically-selected, highly-admired magizoologist ADULTS that you both are!" Theseus yelled at the both. If Y/N felt like a scolded child before, she definitely did now.

"She's not that bad, really. You guys just got off on the wrong foot and won't let it go. It's quite funny, actually. You're so similar but refuse to see it." Jacob laughed while Newt didn't, deciding to adjust his sweater vest with a sigh instead and leave the room they shared.

Newt was greeted with the soft sound of jazz playing on the record you had in your living room. He saw Tina and Queenie, both fully ready, sitting on the couch discussing their plan, a cup of tea in both of their hands and looks of seriousness on their faces.

The quiet clicking of heels behind him brought Newt's attention to Y/N. She had on a deep red Gatsby dress with silver sequins and threads of beads that hung to her knees. Her hair was done to stay out of her face but still look nice, and she wore a shade of lipstick that matched entirely to her dress. Newt stood in shock, not recognizing who she was until she asked him to go over their plan and characters for the evening.

"We go in 10 minutes after Jacob and Theseus and avoid everyone until the dance floor. We sit at the opposite end of the bar until we're given the signal, pretending to be on a date until then. If we're given the go to, we meet Tina and Queenie on the dance floor farthest from the bar. We get in somehow and look around. If we find the lethifolds or any information on them, great for us, if not, we create another plan. The main goals are to get out alive and escape unrecognized." Newt recited perfectly, leaving her impressed.

"And here I was thinking you never listened to me." Y/N says to him, sass obvious in her tone as she stirs sugar into her tea.

"I only listen when I have to." Newt said back, the slight glare she gives him making him smirk.

Soon (too soon in her opinion), it's 7:45, Tina and Queenie are gone, and the plan is set in action. 

"You alright, doll? You keep pacin' around. Wouldn't want you to trip or, even worse, leave a hole in the floor too." Jacob jokes, trying to calm Y/N's nerves, but just getting a small laugh out of her as she sits down.

"Sorry, I move when I'm anxious." She told the man, who decided to pat her shoulder and offer her a smile instead of words. She was grateful for the comfort, but soon enough, it was just her and Newt in the apartment.

"How should I-"

"We leave at-"

The two stopped talking, waiting for the other to let them talk before speaking over each other again.

"Sorry, you-"

"You can go-"

With a sigh and a wave of her hand, Y/N motioned for Newt to talk first.

"I was just going to ask how I should act like your date." He said, a flush covering his cheeks when Y/N giggled.

"Haven't thought that far ahead, huh?" She teased him, only slowing her giggles when she saw the embarrassment on his face. They might not be the best of friends, but she wasn't totally cruel.

"Stand up." She told him, the sternness of her voice shocking the both of them. Newt carefully stood, averting Y/N's gaze when she came over and flinching when she picked up his arm.

"When we walk, put your arm here-" she places his hand around her shoulders before moving it to the small of her back. "-or here." 

"W-what about the rest of the time?" He asked, the flush on both their faces growing. 

"Well, we'll have an actual conversation for the first time ever while we wait for our signal. When we go to the dance floor, keep your arm on me somewhere and, just, copy what others are doing, I suppose." Y/N began to step away when she felt Newt pull her back.

"And when we, hopefully, make it into the market?" He asked, his hand not leaving her wrist, his serious face forcing hers to stare back.

"We'll just… keep up the act. Remember, no straying from one another." She said, pulling away to check herself in the hallway mirror.

"Okay, it's time." She said after glancing at the clock. Y/N held onto Newt's arm and tucked her wand into a secret pocket of her dress while he apparated the two to the bar.

They carefully stepped into The Passage Brewery, immediately spotting Tina and Queenie talking to some men in a corner and seeing Jacob and Theseus at the far side of the bar. They took their seats across from the men and began their act.

"So, how long have you been in your field?" Y/N asked. She remembered Tina and Theseus reminding everyone to keep their small talk vague when they first created the plan, making sure to address Y/N and Newt specifically since they had to do the most.

"About 8 years now. But, I've had an interest in the field since childhood." Newt replied, playing with the fingers of Y/N's hand that he held on the bar, making the pair flush.

"Remind me how old you are?" She asks, realizing she didn't know the age gap between her and her teammates.

"I turned 28 in February. And remind me of yours?" He replied, smirking at the soft blush on Y/N's cheeks.

"I turn 26 in October." She said, ducking her head down to avoid the look of humor that she knew would make her blood boil.

"You're bloody brilliant for your age, you know." He said, his voice closer to her ear than she expected, the sound sending vibrations through her body. She quickly looked up, almost bumping heads with Newt in doing so. They laughed the action off before continuing the conversation. 

After another fifteen minutes of talking, Y/N grew to like Newt more than before. She couldn't understand why she let herself stay mad at him until they began discussing their first meeting.

"I really am sorry, you know. I realize now that you meant no harm when we first met, but I still acted and thought harshly of you because I couldn't see past that meeting. But, I… I hope we can move past that and become better acquainted." Newt said. Over the course of the last twenty minutes of talking, the two magizoologists had continued to move their chairs closer and closer to one another, not even realizing it.

"They're either really great actors or really stupid people." Theseus said from across the bar, dragging Jacob's attention away from Queenie and to the young "couple" across from them.

"Oh, trust me, they're the latter. They've got to be the most oblivious people when it comes to emotions, and I've talked to myself." Jacob laughed, causing Theseus to shake his head at the man, unable to hide his smirk. 

Jacob looked back to the dancefloor to find Queenie giving him the signal that they had news, excusing himself from Theseus, who watched the interaction intently.

"I'd like to apologize too, Newt. It was rude of me to lash out on you … eventhoughIhadareason." Y/N mumbled the last part, earning a laugh from Newt and making her glow with a prideful smile.

"In all seriousness, I am sorry. I hope we can be a better pair now." She said, resting her head on Newt's shoulder. She felt him tense and almost moved away before she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders and pull her closer to him, his head resting on hers.

"I believe we will be." He said the two flushing the same color as Y/N's dress before they noticed Jacob return and Theseus calling the bartender over, making eye contact with the two of them.

"Yes, I'd like to order a gin rickey please. Thank you, sir." Theseus said, watching as Y/N and Newt soon moved to the dance floor, his hand grasping hers as she led him through the crowd to the sisters across from the bar.

"Hiya, doll! Oh, I missed ya!" Queenie pulled Y/N into a hug, whispering the information she had into her ear. Newt watched as Y/N's smile fell slightly and Queenie gave her a disappointed nod of her head. Soon, she repeated the action with Newt while Tina told Y/N everything else she needed to know.

"There's a man who will let you in, but Y/N needs to butter him up with some 'sweet talk and sweet cash', as I quote." Queenie whispered into Newt's ear, making eye contact with Y/N who was just told how much they need to give him to get in.

"He has a one-hundred fifty dollar minimum to get two people through the door." Tina told Newt as Queenie and Y/N started to dance their way over to the man that she needed to flirt with.

"Wait, we're not supposed to separate-" Newt started to make his way to Y/N when Tina grabbed his wrist and held him there.

"She has to go alone or he doesn't listen. We watched." Tina told him, sitting at a booth in the corner.

Newt nodded in understanding, his eyes never leaving Y/N's dancing body. He watched as she approached a man who looked to be around thirty five and towered over many that passed by. He wore a glare on his face, but followed Y/N's figure as she approached him, giving her an up and down before listening to her. The action made Newt sick, and while he trusted Y/N to be safe, he still convinced Tina to walk at least to the edge of the dance floor.

"Hey sugar. A little birdy told me that I could find some interesting goods around here, and I was just wondering if you could tell me how to do that." Y/N spoke to the man in the sweetest voice she could, looking at the man through her lashes, and playing with the collar of his shirt. The man gave her the smallest smirk as he tilted her chin up and whispered in her ear how much she needed to give him to let her and one friend in. 

She closed her eyes and swallowed the bile that she felt would threaten to escape if she didn't leave soon, but before she could fully leave, the man pulled her wrist and tugged her to him. She decided she liked it better when Newt held her wrist.

"You know what? Just for you, pretty lady, I'll let you in for only one hundred, just don't tell anyone about this little discount." The man sent her a slimy smile and motioned for her to leave, the brave face she barely held onto immediately slipping as she turned around from the man and started making her way to Queenie.

"Y/N, darlin', are you okay?" Y/N knew Queenie was talking to her and made sure to vaguely answer but all she wanted to do was find Newt and get this over with. When they made eye contact from across the room, it felt as if time stopped. Newt immediately left Tina, who followed behind him still, apologizing to people as he pushed through them to get to Y/N who had started making her way to him too.

When they met at the edge of the dance floor, Y/N could have sworn Newt had smoke coming from her ears.

"I'm so sorry, Newt, I really am. I just had to get us in somehow, but I shouldn't have gone alone-" She was cut off by the man holding her face in his hands, inspecting her face the way a mother would a child. She saw the anger in his features soften as he looked at her face. She felt she could count the freckles on his face, memorize the color of his eyes, realizing the way his eyebrows relaxed when air exhaled through his lips made her let out a breath she was subconsciously holding.

"You don't have to apologize, you only did what you had to do. I, however, am sorry that you had to interact with that beast that claims he's a man. If you don't feel up for it-" Y/N stopped Newt with a shake of her head and an urgent look in her eyes.

"No, we have to do this. I have twenty five dollars on me right now, and I'm sure that we can combine our money as a group to get the other seventy five-" 

"Wait, I thought he needed one hundred fifty?" Tina interrupted, pretending to be conversing with Queenie right next to her.

"Gave me a discount. Newt has twenty five, too. I know because he's the one who told me to bring it." Y/N flushed as she looked to Newt, who held his arm around her waist as he'd been asked to earlier in the evening and pretended to be looking around to hide his flush.

"I brought fifty, just in case you ignored me again." He murmured so only the three women could hear him. Y/N flushed stronger and cringed into his side as the two sisters laughed at his words. Y/N leaned off Newt's side too late to notice the way he glanced at her and tried to stomach the strange feeling inside him. Just nerves of losing a new friend, he tried to convince himself.

"I have ten, and I know Jacob has ten. What about you, Teeny?" Queenie asked her sister, subtly giving Y/N the money by holding her hand and pretending to twirl her to the music. When Queenie let go of her hand, Tina handed Newt a folded bundle of bills behind Y/N's back before saying "Fifteen."

"Perfection. We'll see you girls later. If we have an incident, we'll set off blue fireworks." Y/N said, a smile settling on her face as she felt Newt subconsciously rub up and down her back.

"We'll be here. Stay safe you two." Tina said, giving smiles to the two of them and pulling Queenie behind her.

"Well, then. If you'd hand me that cash and trail a few feet back, I'll start this show." Y/N said, holding the hand that Newt held his money in. He gave her hand a slight squeeze as she squared her shoulders and walked towards the man she wanted to bolt from. She made sure to swing her hips and look through her lashes while waving with the hand holding the money once she made eye contact with the terrifying man, who seemed to enjoy the show. 

Newt followed a few feet behind like he promised Y/N, but he'd be lying if he claimed to not be stunned by her for a moment before following after her.

"I've got that money for you, mister." Y/N said, placing the dollars in her hand into the man's pocket and dragging it down before holding her hands behind her back.

"Did you bring a friend, little lady?" He asked, getting into her face. When Y/N tried to step back, she felt a figure bump into her back and hold her shoulders.

"Yes she did." Newt said. Y/N nearly turned around and checked that it was Newt behind her. His voice was deeper and held more intensity than she'd ever heard. The only way she knew it was Newt was by the soft rubbing of his thumbs against her shoulders, the same back and forth he'd done earlier when holding her waist. The man looked Newt up and down, giving you a nasty look. 

"It's rude for a lady to play with a man when they've got another right along with her." He grumbled, tearing the money out of his pocket and aggressively counting it.

"Follow me." He said, motioning for the younger pair to go behind the door he had been hiding. Before they left, both Newt and Y/N looked at their group, who all watched them enter the secret door.

"And now we play the waiting game." Said Theseus, ordering four waters for them to sip as they patiently watched for their leaders.

[hallowcked]

Jake does his best to shrug off Nina's insult. He knows she's only being a bitch because her parents don't love her enough. It was either that, or they love her too much. Because when you spoil a person rotten, they become just that —- rotten. How else could you explain her deviltry? Jake was a douche because his parents weren't around to give him enough attention. Therefore, he gets it from bullying others and overcompensating. What was Nina's reason? Is Tyler not giving her enough dick? Was he too small? It was possible the tattooed rebel was all show. It wouldn't surprise Jake if Tyler was overcompensating too.

"What do you mean Brooke left?!" He stands up from the bed...forgetting he's hard as stone. Jake was only reminded by the narrowing of Nina's eyes, as she looks down at the protrusion in his shorts. He's embarrassed by it, until he feels her hand brush along its length. For a split second, Jake forgets all about Brooke. The only thing he can focus on is the pleasure Nina's providing him. Brooke was taking too long, and if she did leave him hanging, that would be fucked up considering he took Viagra for her. He wanted to make sure he would last longer than a few pathetic seconds. Without the pill, he would have been lucky to make it through foreplay. "What do you want to do, Nina? Fuck? No offense but, I don't think that's a good idea. I'll admit though...you are hot. You have great tits." Jake can't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. It's the buildup in his groin, its driving him insane. He'll cave and do just about anything for relief.

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It's just a nickname Riley and I made up to describe people who get under our skin. He'll show her what it's like to have him under her skin. As their lips move together in perfect harmony, Tyler's hands slide underneath her shirt to explore her bare waist and hips. He's seconds away from cupping her breasts when he hears something break behind them. In the haste of their passion, they knocked over a few beer bottles and one of them rolled off the table before shattering against the floor. Rather than stopping what they were doing, Tyler laughs and then returns to kissing her. This time, his hands squeeze around her ass and he pulls her closer to his chest, mouth, and the growing erection behind his jeans. "You're so pretty when you're coming undone..." his breath was harsh against her mouth as he slides one palm down the front of her shorts. Her clothes were soaked from when Jake tossed her in the pool. As a result, there's some resistance between his fingers and her panties, which were sticking to her skin.

"Look at me with those pretty eyes." Tyler takes her throat in his other hand and urges her to look up at him, in the same moment his fingers spread her apart. He's not sure if she's wet from the pool, or him. Either way, the lubricated feeling makes him smirk against her lips as he glides a thumb up and down her clit. By now, he knows exactly where to touch her to drive her crazy. He can feel the way her pulse comes alive behind his fingertips. "Your poor pussy is going to have a heart attack if you don't calm down. Take a deep breath." With the hand he had around her neck, he exchanges his grip to hold her chin. While keeping her eyes leveled, he inserts his index and middle finger inside her. Brooke was still too tight. Therefore, he removes one finger and places his thumb against her clit, to stroke and massage the little bud that's sure to make her stomach do backflips. "You remember what we talked about in France? Only I can make you cum. I haven't fucked Nina and you won't fuck Jake. Besides..." Tyler leans in and kisses her with a level of passion that could be mistaken for hate. Once he pulls back, he tugs on her bottom lip with his teeth, and groans. "I heard Nina was making her rounds. First with Noel, then I saw her head upstairs. Isn't that where Jake's waiting for you?" After working her core to an all-time high, he drags his hand back and sucks on his middle finger, making sure her sweet nectar doesn't go to waste. "Why don't you go check on him? I'll be outside, waiting by my car if you need a ride home." After releasing his hold from her face, he lets her go—-like a hunter showing mercy to its prey.

"Assuming you can even spell that sign correctly -- sure." If Jake was smart, he would've locked the door or barricaded himself inside the second he came in, to avoid someone like her strolling in to ruin the party. OR in this case... make it better. After all, Nina can feel how hard he is underneath her fingers as they crawl up his thigh and over the beating pulse, vibrating from his erection. "I think I saw Brooke leave a few minutes ago." Lies. But, what Jake doesn't know can't hurt him. And it's not like he's in any position to get up and go chase after her right now. "And, Tyler's downstairs being mean. So, I dumped him for the night and I'm looking for someone else to play with." To further insinuate what she means, Nina gropes him over his swim trunks. "How about you? Wanna play with me? I'll help you out, if you help me? Innocent little Brooke never has to know. It'll be another one of our secrets." Like the blackmail operation they were all a part of. How would Brooke feel if she knew, the guy she almost gave her virginity to in Noel Kahn's bedroom was stealing money from her dad? And likely her future college fund?

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"It's just a nickname Riley and I made up to describe people who get under our skin," Brooke swallows, nervously. She can't find it in herself to move. Not with him barricading her in the kitchen and holding her captive under his intense stare and those buff arms. She knows what they look like without a shirt. She hasn't stopped thinking about them, or what they felt like wrapped around her in France. Even when she should. Because, Tyler was dating Nina. And Nina absolutely terrifies her.

"What?" Her whole demeanor shifts and becomes indignant, after he basically suggests she's lying about how she feels. How would he know? Could he spot her tells? Like the tremble of her breath? Or the tick in her jaw as she claims what happened between them in France was a mistake. She wants to believe that. Truly, she does. She even wills it to be true, while her stupid heart lashes back at her and laughs. You're so doomed, child. That reality only becomes more crystal clear after Brooke attempts to walk off and she gets reeled back in again. Against Tyler's chest this time, right before his lips descend on hers, capturing them in a bewitching kiss that's sure to leave her lightheaded and on cloud nine for days. She is so enraptured by the feeling of his lips on hers that Brooke can't seem to pry herself off. She craves more of him, as she fists his shirt in her hands and slips him some tongue. Her adrenaline is pumping, terrified she's going to get caught by Nina or Jake or both. But it's not enough to get her to pull away. In fact, Brooke can feel herself growing more attached and greedy, as the fireworks crackle between her legs, making her pussy grow wetter while it aches to be touched by him. "Tyler," Brooke breathes in heavy gasps against his hungry lips, "Tyler, please." Have mercy on her soul.

[omg-snakes]

I have finally accomplished a lifelong goal of mine. My parents have decided to let me get a red tail boa. Chances are she’ll get around 9-10 feet according to the breeder. Her mom is 10 feet her dad is 8.5. Is it normal for people to keep big snakes? Idk but if I take even my ball python to Petsmart I get weird looks. So ima bring my boa when she’s an adult

OMG, congratulations!

That's awesome. I'm very happy that your parents are being super supportive about you having a bigger snake. I hope that this includes enabling you to provide the best possible husbandry, including allowing space and funds for an appropriate enclosure size and being available to help with care when your snake reaches the two-handler safety threshold.

When I worked in the pet industry, it seemed like giant keepers were semi-common in my area. Now that I'm out of that industry, though, I don't see or hear about many folks who keep larger snakes. I'd say it's probably not super common, and I'm also fairly confident that the vast majority of the snakes I heard about while working in the pet industry were not receiving proper husbandry so those snakes may not even still be alive. The average lifespan of the Burmese pythons that I knew of was around 5-7 years, which is heartbreakingly short for a massive, gorgeous snake. I met someone who had over 20 adult and subadult red tail boas in drawers in their second bedroom. These are semi-arboreal snakes. The only chance they got to stretch all the way out was when they were brought out to show off. They had zero muscle tone and couldn't even get up on the furniture by themselves. It was a freaking bummer.

I'm sorry to say that I don't support keeping giants for most people, and I don't think they make good pets in general. These animals require specialized enclosures that are WAY bigger than the average pet home can provide, they are strong and powerful, they are intelligent and lack empathy, and keeping a snake over 8 feet will require that you have a second handler to spot you any time you have their enclosure open. This is for safety, because if that snakes grabs you in a feeding bite you may not be able to dislodge them yourself and it could result in severe injury for both of you, and of course it looks bad for the entire hobby and could result in a push for increased legislation. A lot of folks let their ego get the better of them and ignore this guideline... and it hurts all of us.

I also strongly advise against taking your snake out in public unless it's a strictly controlled situation. Doubly so if they're over 6 feet as you'll absolutely need to have a spotter with you. I ESPECIALLY think this is a terrible idea in a place with other animals, like Petsmart/Petco/etc. That's a super big no-no. All it takes is one split second of you not paying attention for your snake to decide that somebody else's sweet little yip-yap dog looks like a snack and you have an official tragedy on your hands. Similarly, if one of the snakes in the store has a transmittable disease, like IBD, and you bring your snake close enough to that sick snake to pick up air particles, your snake is now possibly infected. Dogs and cats can be vaccinated against common diseases, so accompanying their human to the store isn't a huge deal, but reptiles can't currently be vaccinated and preventable diseases have destroyed entire collections. That person with the drawers I mentioned? Yeah, all gone. IBD ripped through that room like a grease fire.

I'm sorry to be a wet blanket and I really am happy for you! It's great to be excited and to have a dream that comes true! I just want to make sure that you're being mindful of your obligations to the reptile hobby as a large species keeper. It's a huge commitment, quite literally, and you need to be hyper-vigilant that you're not letting your personal desires and ego create a risk to your pet, to your family, to the general public, and to the hobby as a whole.

With great snake comes great responsibility.

[lilmaravilla]

Little Mistakes (The Front Man x Reader)

warnings: mentions of death and some swear words. there are also mentions of a weapon so keep those in mind. key: Y/n = your name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color.

When y/n heard her work partner Jun-Ho talk about finding his brother, they had never imagined that it would be a dangerous adventure. A dangerous adventure in a place in which people played games and got eliminated by getting killed.

"We're playing with fire here! We can't just come in here pretending we're two guards who know exactly what the fuck they are doing!" y/n exclaimed as they walked next to their partner. Their voice distorted by a mask they had stolen off a dead guard. Well, the mask that Jun-Ho had to steal.

"I told you it was going to be dangerous, did I not? So far we've been doing great and you're only complaining? May I remind you that you were the one who chose to come with me? Listen, everything is going to be okay. I just want us to split up and look for more clues," answered Jun-Ho as he looked down at a masked y/n with a serious look on his face.

"Whatever. Your brother better be here and he better be hot in person, ya hear me?" with a roll of their eyes, y/n nodded at Jun-Ho's request.

"Hot? Why's that?" confusion was written on the poor man's face.

"Yes! I want him to be hot so he can take me out on a date because I helped you look for him. Look at it as some sort of payment," they answered as they began to walk away to another side of the large room. Archives being the only 'decorations' there.

The room was eerily quiet, making y/n feel more uneasy walking down those corridors. A flashlight in their hand as they searched for the certain file of Jun-Ho's brother. The thought, 'Don't get caught' present in their mind.

Ring...Ring... "Front Man speaking. I'm happy to hear you enjoy the game, sir. Yes, sir. The host is currently waiting for the VIPs to arrive," a different distorted voice was heard as a telephone was placed down. Footsteps then began to echo closer to where y/n was standing.

Quickly crouching down, y/n began to look around to find somewhere else to hide. The footsteps only coming closer as they then halted. The room only growing quiet once again until the sound of a gun cocking was heard. "Are you in here right now? You're good but you made one mistake," came the distorted voice once again. "I always put the receiver down the other way."

'The receiver?' y/n thought as it then came to their mind. 'The fucking phone that Jun-Ho touched! I swear if we make it out alive, I will be the one to kill you!'

The Front Man continued to speak about the type of weapon y/n was using and what they had shot with it. Y/n was only distracted by the fact that most of the bullets were from Jun-Ho's gun. At least the Front Man didn't know two cops were roaming around here.

"I got you. Move and it will be the last thing you will ever do." Shit. While y/n was distracted with thoughts about her revolver, she had been caught trying to hide. "Breaking the mask rules was the reason for your death if I am not mistaken. So tell me, Guard, how does it feel to be a ghost?"

Y/n didn't answer as they felt the barrel of a gun pressing against the back of their head. The only movement coming from their body was that of a shiver going down their spine. Other than that, at that moment, not a single limb was moved.

"Turn around and take off your mask. Let me look your ghost in the eyes, Guard," the Front Man spoke with a soft tone. The distortion of the mask making him sound more menacingly. "I want to see the same eyes I saw when my bullet went straight into your head. Show me now!" he yelled with patience not evident in his voice.

With a sudden flinch and lots of hesitation, y/n turned to face the masked man. Gloved hands slowly began to reach towards the mask and in a swift movement, y/n's e/c eyes were revealed.

"Take it all off. I want to see your whole face," the impatient man said as he brought the barrel of the gun towards y/n's forehead.

Quickly, y/n began to take the rest of the suit's mask off. Now revealing their h/l h/c hair, they let out a breath they did not know they were holding in.

The Front Man's eyes were, without a doubt, glued onto the small figure's face, taking in all of their features. Some sort of attraction for them instantly growing.

"There is no doubt you were a great police officer, but your little mistakes were your ruin. Showing up here without a partner was the worst one you could make. Your second mistake was being distracted while trying to hide," the Front Man said as his gun traveled from the top of y/n's forehead to her cheek and then down to underneath her chin. "Or am I wrong, police officer?" he asked and lifted y/n's head with the gun to look into their eyes.

"Keep in mind that I make mistakes but very rarely. You know nothing about me nor how I work, so I advise you to stop talking already. Your mask does not scare me and neither does your gun. Do you want to kill me? Do it, but you have also made a mistake. The mistake of trusting your instincts without having all the information. I hope you figure out why you committed that mistake," y/n said as they had finally gotten the courage to speak to the masked figure. Consequences no longer being a fear of theirs.

"You think I am going to let you off the hook so easily, my dear? Killing you is too easy but not very satisfying. I am going to punish you. I will teach you how to respect me and show you who you are messing with," he said as he began to take his mask off with his free hand. "Does that not sound splendid to you?"

Y/n's eyes widened at the attractive man standing before them. A blush was certainly visible on their cheeks. Their heartbeat was now abnormally fast and their breath hitching at such a fine man. This has got to be a joke. There is no way this man is this handsome.

"What will my punishment be? I am sure I can take it!"

The Front Man only chuckled, a smirk evident on their lips. He slowly leaned in towards Y/n's ear and let out a soft breath.

"You'll see. . . little police officer," he whispered ever so smoothly into their ear.

Author's Note: What do you think should happen next? should i make a part two? what should y/n's punishment be? let me know your ideas <3