#and physically because i am standing outside my room and it's cold

[dcyllom]

TRAUMATISING: Local girl finds big fucking spider in her room and tries to catch it in a mug to take outside, but instead drops it on her bedroom floor never to be seen again

[evie-sturns]

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

part 2 (part 1 here)

summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.

a/n: theres going to be smut in the next part, hope you guys like this, read part 1 first, linked at the top! fuck danielle

contains: swearing, fighting (physical at some points), kissing/making out

—------------╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝------------——

abrubtly matt pulls away, he saw me. his face drops as dani stares at me. my heart thumps as i freeze. matt tries to walk over to me, but its too late, i've already took off in the other direction.

i've found myself in the empty staff bathrooms, hiding in the stalls. matthew wasted my time, i spent half the fucking roadtrip up here comforting him, then he goes and makes out with her a few hours later?

i can't even understand why im feeling like this, why am i so.. jealous?

the door to the bathrooms swing open, probably matt, coming to explain himself.

"hey, come out of the stall please." a female voice calls out, "who's this sorry?" i say, still on the verge of tears.

"danielle."

my breath hitches in my throat, before i swallow hard. "oh." i mumble, unlocking my stall. im met with her face, shes still wearing the same outfit she was wearing while kissing my best friend.

she suddenly interupts my thoughts, "look, i don't know who the fuck you think you are? but don't go snooping into me and matts personal business, unfortunately hes mine." she says while crossing her arms, i scoff.

"funny you say that, because the whole car ride up here matt's been dreading seeing you, his exact words were, 'fucking hate her' so if i were you i'd back away hm?" i say in a 'sympathetic' tone.

she clenches her fist, running her spare hand through her dark brown bob before smashing her fist into the side of my face.

"what the actual fuck!" i yell before jumping at her, throwing her to the floor. the next 5 minutes are a blur of screaming, punching, hair pulling before she gets pulled off of me.

its jessie, the owner of the fucking camp.

she looks pissed.

(15 minutes later)

ive been sitting alone in the nurses office for 10 minutes, its now 11:30pm, i have to be awake in 7 hours for breakfast setup.

the door to the room im in swings open.

its matthew.

"y/n, are you okay? i heard what happened" he says frantically, sititng down on the chair beside the medical bed.

"oh please matt, dont act like you care." i mutter out.

"what?" he says cluelessly.

"look, go find out how danielles doing, oh! or you could fuck her while your there, go back to your cabin with her!" i yell, matts eyes widen as he looks at me.

"we aren't sharing a cabin, im with lincoln, shes with paige." he mumbles as he fidgets with his hands.

i laugh out of disbelief before standing up, pushing past him out of the room im in before swinging open the door to the nurses office.

the cold night air hits my fresh wounds as i approach my cabin, the lights are on inside meaning Xavier is still awake. i swing open the door, xaviers face drops "babe what the fuck happened!" he says, running up to me and hugging me, "danielle happened." i sniff as he lets me go.

"you gotta get some rest, we're helping the kids do kayaking tomorrow okay? gotta be up at 6:30." he whispers, as he pulls the covers down on my bed, letting me crawl in.

(6:30am the next day.)

a loud honk blares through the campsite, before jessie on the megaphone starts "shark counsellers! the shark kids are lined up outside the breakfast hall, go help out in the kitchen"

i groan, my face still throbbing from dani's punches. xaivers sits up in the bed opposite me, "you feeling better.." he says, his voice raspy.

i nod, "mhm, not too excited about dealing with about 25 nine year olds." i mumble getting out of bed "you'll be right, theres 6 of us to control them we'll do it." he says optimistically.

i finish up getting changed, tying my hair into two braids. "you coming?" i say, looking at xaiver over my shoulder.

the hall is only a few hundred meters away from the staff cabins, which is now filled with 200 children. matt and lincoln are walking through the doors, dani and paige follow close behind them, too close for my liking.

i step inside, the smell of oatmeal fills my nose as i look around, theres countless tables filled with friend groups, in the back corner matts sitting alone on the last empty table, picking at his dry toast. i sigh loudly before walking over to him, he looks up at me, his eyes are puffy and red, he looks upset.

i sit down opposite him, his breathing picks up before he starts unannouced,

"dani and i.. have hated eachother since middle school. when i saw you get into your cabin with xavier i got fucking jealous. hate to admit it but i did. while i was walking towards my cabin dani approached me, she started touching up on my arms before pulling me off the path into the bushes. she kissed me, i don't know why i kissed her back, i think it was a jealousy thing, i wanted to get back at you?"

he sighs loudly as silence grows.

"look y/n, i really like you, and-" hes cut off by jessie on her fucking megaphone.

"helloooo campers! this is the first official day of summer camp and here are what each group is doing today!, crabs are doing rock climbing, which means it is mandatory to wear closed toe shoes. Sharks will be doing kayaking, please wear your swimsuit and your counsellers will take you down to the lake!"

i barely take in what jessie says, the only thing i'm thinking about is matt's previous sentence

look y/n i really like you.

look y/n i really like you.

(20 minutes later)

we've been sitting by the lake for a few minutes now, watching the kids attempt to kayak, im wearing a triangle white bikini with daisys printed on it, matt's sitting to my left, his eyes have been on me the whole time.

abrubtly he stands up, looking down at me. "come with me." he demands "huh?"

i stand up anyway, he takes my hand and starts to walk towards a shed, he opens the door and switches on the light. the dim warm lighting fills the room, revealing piles of wetsuits and life jackets.

he turns around and closes the door to the shed, locking it behind him.

he looks me in my eyes, his eyes dart down to my lips. "can i kiss you." matt asks, barely audible.

i gulp before nodding my head.

matt's hand holds my cheek gently before connecting his lips with mine. after a few seconds it turns into a makeout, his veiny hand holding my hair.

he pulls away slowly as his phone lights up, he scrolls through it before letting out a soft laugh "no way" he scoffs, rubbing his eyes.

"tonight were sleeping in the kids hall, like me and you, supervising.."

"you're kidding matt"

"nope, apparently theres a small cabin that connects off the kids hall, its got 1 bed that we share" he laughs

my cheeks flush, sharing a bed with matt, after this?..

—------------╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝------------——

hope you guys liked this, like i said there will be smut in the next part!!

taglist:

@iammattsturniolo @iloveneilperry @tatumrileyslover @chrisstopherfilmed

[horeformilfs]

Sorry to bug ya but I was wondering if you’d mind a Alcina x ex umbrella experiment s/o

Like there super snuggly because “this touch doesn’t hurt what!!”

If you want to add some Demi fam in there I am not opposed because it’s cute

Only if you wanna

A Family's Embrace

Dimitrescu Family x Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Panic Attack, PTSD, Nightmares

------------------------------------------------

The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind against the ancient walls of Castle Dimitrescu. Y/N sat by the window, staring out at the endless stretch of darkness that cloaked the land. The room was warm, a stark contrast to the cold void outside, but inside, Y/N felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.

Alcina had taken Y/N in under Mother Miranda's request. What was once a dark, twisted experiment of the Umbrella Corporation had somehow found refuge in the imposing, yet oddly comforting embrace of the castle and its inhabitants. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters had taken to Y/N almost immediately, showering them with a kind of warmth Y/N had never known. Yet, despite this new-found sanctuary, there was a barrier Y/N couldn't seem to break down.

"Y/N," Alcina's voice, smooth and deep, echoed from the doorway. Y/N turned slightly, catching sight of the towering figure of Alcina, her presence filling the room with a mix of elegance and power.

"Yes, Lady Dimitrescu?" Y/N replied, their voice barely above a whisper.

Alcina's crimson lips curved into a gentle smile as she crossed the room, her steps almost silent. "How many times must I tell you, dear? Call me Alcina." She reached out, intending to place a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder, but Y/N flinched away, pulling back instinctively.

A flicker of frustration crossed Alcina's face, but she quickly masked it. "Y/N, why do you shy away from me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" Her voice was still gentle, but there was an edge to it now, a hint of impatience.

Y/N looked down, their hands trembling slightly. "It's not that, Alcina. I just... I don't want to." Their voice broke at the end, and they clenched their fists, trying to steady themselves.

Alcina's patience was wearing thin. "Not want to? You barely speak to me, you avoid my touch, and yet you never explain why. Do you not trust me? After everything I've done for you?" Her voice rose with each word, the calm exterior cracking to reveal the storm beneath.

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest, the pressure of Alcina's words weighing heavily on them. "It's not about trust," they whispered, tears beginning to blur their vision. "I just can't..."

Alcina's temper snapped. "Can't what, Y/N? Can't let anyone in? Can't accept that someone might actually care for you?" She loomed over Y/N, her shadow engulfing them. "I have given you everything, and yet you give me nothing in return!"

The words hit Y/N like a physical blow. They stood, shaking, their mind a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion. "I'm sorry," they choked out, before turning and fleeing the room, leaving Alcina standing there, her anger giving way to a painful realization. 

Hours passed, and Alcina found herself pacing the halls of the castle, her mind replaying the confrontation over and over. She had always prided herself on her composure, but something about Y/N brought out a raw, unfiltered emotion she couldn't control.

Determined to make things right, she made her way to Y/N's room. She knocked softly, then opened the door, finding Y/N curled up on the bed, their face buried in their knees.

"Y/N," she said softly, the anger gone from her voice. "Please, talk to me."

Y/N looked into Alcina's eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain reflected there. It was a moment of understanding, a fragile bridge being built between their two wounded souls. But the past held a tighter grip than Y/N had realized.

"I can't," Y/N whispered, the words heavy with regret. "I'm sorry, Alcina. I just can't let you in."

Alcina's hand froze, the warmth of her touch lingering in the air between them. A mixture of hurt and frustration flashed across her face. "Y/N, you don't have to do this alone. I want to help you, but you need to let me."

Y/N shook their head, tears streaming down their cheeks. "I'm broken, Alcina. And no matter how much you care, I can't change that. I don't know how to let anyone in without breaking even more."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words and shattered hopes. Alcina slowly pulled back, standing tall once more, her expression unreadable. "I understand," she said quietly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her emotions. "I won't force you. But know this, Y/N: I am here for you, whenever you're ready."

Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to respond. They watched as Alcina left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving Y/N alone with their thoughts and fears.

The night seemed even darker now, the cold seeping back in as Y/N curled up on the bed once more. They knew Alcina's love was genuine, but the chains of the past were still too strong. And so, they lay there, wrapped in a cocoon of their own making, waiting for a dawn that felt so far away. 

Weeks passed in a tense stalemate. Every attempt Alcina made to offer comfort was met with the same response—Y/N flinching away, retreating further into their shell. Alcina tried to be patient, but the constant rejection gnawed at her. She wanted to break through, to help, but Y/N's walls remained impenetrable.

One night, a storm raged outside the castle, the wind howling and rain lashing against the stone walls. Y/N lay in bed, tossing and turning as memories of the experiments flooded their mind. In their nightmares, they were back in the sterile, cold labs of Umbrella, the pain and fear suffocating them.

A loud crack of thunder shook the castle, jolting Y/N awake. Heart pounding, drenched in sweat, they couldn't catch their breath. Panic seized them, and they bolted out of bed, the need to escape overwhelming their thoughts. Barefoot and in their nightclothes, they ran through the corridors, the storm's fury mirrored in their frantic pace.

They found themselves in the courtyard, the rain drenching them instantly, but they didn't stop. Lightning illuminated the path as they made their way to Alcina's wing of the castle. The wind howled, the storm's ferocity making the journey treacherous, but Y/N didn't care. They needed Alcina.

Reaching her door, they pounded frantically, their fists a blur against the heavy wood. "Alcina! Please!" they cried, their voice barely audible over the storm's roar.

The door swung open, and Alcina stood there, her eyes wide with shock. "Y/N?" She pulled them inside, closing the door against the storm's rage. Y/N stood before her, drenched and trembling, their eyes wild with fear.

"What's wrong?" Alcina asked, her voice gentle but firm, trying to anchor Y/N in the present.

"I... I can't breathe," Y/N gasped, clutching at their chest. "The nightmares... I can't..." Their words trailed off into sobs, their body shaking uncontrollably.

Alcina's heart ached at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to hold Y/N, to offer the physical comfort she knew they needed. But she held back, respecting their boundaries. Instead, she knelt down to their level, her eyes meeting theirs.

"Y/N, look at me," she said softly. "You're safe here. Focus on my voice."

Y/N's eyes darted around the room, their breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Alcina spoke again, her voice steady and calm. "In and out, Y/N. Breathe with me. In... and out..."

Slowly, Y/N tried to match Alcina's rhythm. The world narrowed to the sound of her voice, a lifeline in the storm of their mind. "That's it. You're doing great," Alcina encouraged, her eyes never leaving theirs.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity, but gradually, Y/N's breathing steadied. Their sobs subsided, leaving them exhausted and still shivering from the rain and the aftermath of their panic attack.

Alcina rose gracefully, her movements slow and deliberate. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes," she suggested. "I have something dry you can wear."

Y/N nodded weakly, too drained to argue. Alcina retrieved a robe from her wardrobe and handed it to them. She turned her back, giving Y/N privacy to change. Once they were in dry clothes, Alcina led them to a chair by the fireplace, where the warmth began to seep back into their bones.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Alcina asked, sitting across from them, maintaining a respectful distance.

Y/N shook their head, their eyes downcast. "It was the same as always. The labs, the experiments... I couldn't escape."

Alcina's expression softened. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, Draga. I wish I could take away your pain."

"I know," Y/N whispered, their voice barely audible. "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away. It's not that I don't trust you. I just... I don't know how to accept help."

Alcina nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Healing takes time. And it's okay to take things at your own pace. Just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and they looked at Alcina, seeing the unwavering support and care in her gaze. "Thank you," they said, their voice breaking. "I don't deserve your kindness."

Alcina shook her head gently. "Everyone deserves kindness, Draga Mae . Especially you."

For a moment, the room was silent, the storm outside a distant roar. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a small measure of peace for the first time in what felt like forever. They still had a long way to go, but with Alcina by their side, maybe, just maybe, they could start to believe in the possibility of healing.

As the fire crackled and the storm raged on, Y/N felt a fragile hope begin to take root, nurtured by the warmth of Alcina's unwavering support. It wasn't a solution, but it was a step. And in that moment, it was enough. 

As the night slowly passed, Alcina stayed awake with Y/N, the storm outside gradually subsiding. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Alcina kept a watchful eye on Y/N, who sat wrapped in a blanket, still trembling slightly from the ordeal.

After around two hours, Y/N, drained and needing sleep, gently curled into Alcina's side. Alcina hesitated for a moment, then softly rested her hand on Y/N's back. Y/N flinched but didn't pull away, a small but significant step.

"Draga," Alcina murmured, her voice gentle, "would it be alright if I held you?"

Y/N hesitated, their mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The fear and trauma were still there, but so was Alcina's unwavering patience and care. Finally, they nodded, their voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

With utmost care, Alcina took Y/N and pulled them into her lap, wrapping her arms around them securely. Her touch was firm but gentle, a protective embrace that sought to shield rather than confine. It took a while for Y/N to relax, their body stiff and tense. Alcina remained still, her warmth a steady presence against Y/N's fears.

Gradually, Y/N's breathing slowed, and the tension began to melt away. They snuggled closer into Alcina's embrace, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. "It's actually not bad," Y/N mumbled, their voice muffled against Alcina's chest.

Alcina smiled softly, her heart swelling with a mix of relief and tenderness. "I'm glad," she whispered, her hand gently stroking Y/N's hair. "Rest now, sweetheart. You're safe."

As Y/N and Alcina settled into their embrace, the tranquility of the moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Alcina glanced towards it, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, before rising to answer.

"Come in," she called out, her voice carrying a warmth that invited entry.

The door creaked open, revealing Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela standing in the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.

"We wanted to stay with you tonight, Mother," Daniela spoke up, her voice surprisingly gentle compared to her usual playful tone.

Y/N's heart sank at the sight of the three daughters, realizing they were intruding on what was meant to be a private moment. They began to untangle themselves from Alcina's embrace, intending to make a quick exit, but Bela's voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" Bela asked, her tone softer than usual, a hint of warmth in her gaze.

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I... I was just going to leave, so you could have time together," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Cassandra stepped forward, her expression earnest. "No, we want you to stay," she said firmly, her eyes meeting Y/N's with unwavering sincerity.

Y/N's heart swelled at the unexpected invitation, but they couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. "It's really okay, I don't want to intrude," they protested, their gaze flickering between the three sisters.

Bela approached them, her movements graceful yet purposeful. "Nonsense, little one," she said gently, reaching out to take Y/N's hand. "You're not intruding. You're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes at the simple, yet profound words. They nodded, their voice catching in their throat. "Thank you," they whispered, overwhelmed by the acceptance they found in the Dimitrescu sisters.

With a soft smile, Bela led Y/N back towards the bed, where Daniela had already curled up in Alcina's lap. Cassandra and Bela made room for Y/N to join them, and soon they were surrounded by the comforting presence of the Dimitrescu family.

As they settled in, Y/N felt a sense of belonging wash over them, a feeling they hadn't experienced in a long time. Bela's arm draped around them, offering a sense of security they had longed for. When tears threatened to spill once more, Bela gently brushed them away, her touch tender and reassuring.

"It's okay, little one," Bela whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. "You're safe here with us."

And in that moment, as the storm raged outside and the fire crackled softly, Y/N knew they had found a home, not just within the walls of Castle Dimitrescu, but within the hearts of its inhabitants. And as they nestled closer into the embrace of their newfound family, they allowed themselves to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find healing and happiness in the warmth of their love.

[ln444]

santa doesn't know you like i do. . .

kinda part 2 of this

cw: spiderman!lando, fluff fluff fluff, mentions of food.

now playing: santa doesn't know you like i do by sabrina carpenter & winter time by sabrina claudio

note: happy holidays everyone ! <3 here's my gift for you, enjoy! :D

______________________________________________

lando being late didn't really faze you anymore; after all, he was spider man, and that came with a genuine excuse. however, tonight was christmas eve, and lando has promised to spend the day with you. it was already 11 am, yet there was no sign of lando. you checked the news multiple times to see if any villains required his attention, but there was nothing. sitting in front of your phone, you debated whether to call him. perhaps he was caught up in something or even sleeping; you couldn't blame him, you see everyday how being spider-man affect him physically and mentally and it's not easy. still, the disappointment lingered, especially since it was your first christmas with him.

lando checked the clock in the small, crowded coffee shop, tapping his foot impatiently and cursing under his breath. thirty minutes had passed, and he was finally nearing the front of the line, letting out a sigh of relief. unable to text you because his phone had died –a common occurrence thanks to his absent-minded self with a perpetually uncharged phone- he continues to wait, his mind torturing him with the thoughts of you waiting for him, and his anticipation grows as the scent of fresh coffee surrounded him.

after what felt like an eternity, lando finally slips back into his spider-man suit, swinging his way back to the city. his mind is clouded with negative thoughts, weighed down by the guilt of being late on such a special day. this time, he didn't really have an excuse. he had spent a good hour attempting to wrap your present earlier that morning, followed by another hour swinging to get your favorite cakes from out of town, that you mentioned a few weeks ago. the thing is, he didn't expect the place to be so popular on christmas days. he blames himself for not waking up earlier or considering watching wrapping tutorials on youtube in advance, to avoid wasting precious time trying to do it all by himself.

his heart tightened at the thought of you sitting alone in your decorated apartment –the cozy space you both had adorned together just a few weeks ago. memories flooded his mind, recalling how he got easily distracted by you every time you needed his help. eventually, it resulted in both of you sharing kisses amidst the decorations on the floor, finishing late at night. with these thoughts filling his mind, lando couldn't help but wear a smile as he swung faster, his heart beating with excitement to see you.

with his backpack loaded with the gift he got for you –and that he spent most of his morning wrapping– and one hand tightly gripping the box of your favorite cakes, lando swung as fast as he could. he was determined not to ruin the cakes, not after everything he went through. most importantly, he didn't want to disappoint you. the thought of your smile when you open the box keeps him grinning as he fly through the city.

feeling a bit down, you decide to call lando around 11:30 am, but it goes straight to voicemail. frustrated, you toss your phone on the sofa and slump onto it. gazing out the window, you hope to spot a sudden spider-man at your window but a delightful surprise awaits. instead, you found a breathless lando, adorned in an ugly christmas sweater, that matches yours –you both made a pact to wear one today–, standing outside with messy hair, braving the cold breeze. opening the window in a hurry, you're about to voice your thoughts, but lando silences you with a warm, unexpected kiss. despite your annoyance, you find yourself kissing him back.

"well, hello to you too," you scoff as you pull away, observing lando entering the room. he closes the window behind him, and you stand there with your arms crossed, lifting an eyebrow. you examine his face; his nose and cheeks turned pink because of the cold and his eyes was slightly watery because of the wind, making it hard for you to fight the urge to wrap him in your arms.

"i... baby, i'm sorry. i can explain!" he looks like a lost puppy and your heart was about to explode. you find yourself already forgetting why you're mad just by the sight.

"look!" he pulls out a box, and it doesn't take you much to recognize the logo of your favorite coffee shop. your expression softens immediately as you gaze at the boy in front of you, who wears an apologetic smile.

"lando... are you insane? how did you manage to get this?" you take the box from his hands, your fingers eager to open it to verify if it's exactly what you think it is.

"i went to that coffee shop you mentioned, that's why i'm late. i'm sorry," lando explains, and you place the box on the table, your attention now focused on him. your hands slide around his neck as you get a closer look at his face, making your heart soften. your fingers gently caresses his hair as lando's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and he almost sighs at the warmth of your body against his cold one. "you remembered," you whisper close to his lips, your eyes drowning in his, and his smile widens. "of course," he replies simply, pulling you into a soft and warm kiss.

"i hate you," you whimper, and lando raises an eyebrow, confused. "you make it so hard to be mad at you," lando chuckles, pecking your lips. "you have every right to be mad at me, baby," he says softly, and you use all the strength you have to fight the growing smile on your face. "you know what it means, right? no more kisses for you..."

"what? never mind, you're not allowed to be mad me," he pouts, and you giggle, pulling him for another kiss. "well, you're excused for this time, just because you brought me cake," you pull away from his embrace and lando softly whines, feeling cold again.

you take the box in your hands, placing it on the small table as he eases off his backpack. pulling out the present from it, his eyes wandering to the christmas tree adorned with festive lights. a proud smile graces his lips, but it transforms into a heartwarming glow as he notices a present beneath the tree –his present, thoughtfully placed by you. his heart swells with gratitude and affection.

"wow, looks like you have better wrapping skills than me," you playfully comment from behind, drawing him out of his reverie. lando chuckles, recalling the earlier events of the day. settling beside you on the sofa, he envelops you in his arm. "oh, i forgot to mention that i spent a good hour wrapping it this morning, thanks to youtube," he laughs and your eyebrow arches in mock accusation. "so, you're a cheater!" he pulls you closer, both of you sharing a lighthearted laugh.

"let's just eat the cakes, please. i want to erase that traumatic moment," he whines, and you giggle, placing the box on your lap. as you share your thoughts on each cake, lando's attention wavers. lost in the light of your eyes, he finds himself enchanted by the simple joy your bring to the moment. the warmth of your laughter and the sparkle in your eyes makes the moment unforgettable for him. it's moments like these that become some of lando's fondest memories, wrapped in the comfort of your company. the way you can make every single little things so interesting always fascinate him.

you turn to him, a spoonful of cake in hand, bringing it towards his mouth. a smile naturally graces his lips as he opens his mouth to accept the bite. lando doesn't miss the way your eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and impatience, and he can feel his heart warming. playfully, he draws out the moment, savoring the anticipation in your eyes, earning a playful eye-roll from you. finally, he takes a real taste, and the widening of his eyes sends a momentary wave of worry through you, concerned that he might not like it.

lando's smile widens as he observes your reaction, earning a playful slap on his thigh. "so ? do you like it?" a hint of impatience can be heard in your voice and he takes the chance to tease you about it, responding with a small kiss on your neck, sending shiver through you; "so impatient, princess," he whispers playfully and your cheeks heat, which he doesn't miss either, only deepening his grin. "no but seriously, it's the best cake i ever taste," he sincerely says and a warm glow of joy fills you. as he pulls you closer, his eyes locked onto yours, and you exchange a gentle smile.

"maybe we should go there next christmas," he casually mentions and the idea of spending another christmas with him makes your stomach flutter. "i mean, in a car, of course," he adds with a laugh and you can't help but join him, quickly pecking his lips "i would love that."

you chose to spend the day in your apartment immersing yourselves in silly christmas movies –that you take way too seriously than you should– and sharing joyous memories of holidays past. the warmth and fullness in your hearts become a precious imprint, each second spent together etched into your minds forever.

in those sweet moments, lando felt at ease just being himself around you. the chaos of superhero life fading, and you presence became a comforting escape. with you, he didn't need to be perfect or carry the superhero burden. it was a simple, special connection where he could be lando, unmasked and genuine. he realized that the past months spent by your side made him a better person in so many ways.

lost in his thoughts, he didn't catch your question or the way you patiently waited for his response while he's dumbly staring at you. "lando! are you even listening ?" you whine and, to be honest, lando did not listen, too captivated in the depth of your eyes.

he doesn't bother responding, surprising you with a kiss that feels entirely different from any you've shared before. it's like lando is trying to convey something. the kiss is filled with an overwhelming amount of love and affection, making your heart threaten to burst out of your chest. it takes a moment for you to gather yourself and reciprocate, getting lost in the rush of emotions filling your body.

lando doesn't pull back after a minute like he always does. instead, he draws you even closer, your two bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. his tongue meets yours, initiating a dance in perfect harmony.

both of your cheeks were burning, like two teenagers sharing their first kiss. in that moment, it felt as if it was just the two of you in the whole world. lando never felt so loved and complete.

"i'm so in love with you, i think i might go crazy," lando blurts out, caught in the passionate moment you're sharing. the words lingers in the air, both of you breathless from the intensity of the kiss. his eyes reveal a mix of nerves and sincerity, and your heart races with a whirlwind of emotions, making it harder for you to catch your breath. the warmth of the embrace deepens the impact of his words, making it hard for you to think straight. lando's cheeks are burning and he mentally curses himself, blaming himself for always talking without thinking twice.

in response to lando's heartfelt confession, you tenderly stroke his warm cheek, your voice carrying the sweetest tone. "oh, lando... i'm crazy in love with you," your whispered words against his lips feel like an intimate secret shared between the two of you. your words leaves lando in awe, his mind momentarily blank, and he can't help but pull you into another kiss, drowning in the depth of the emotions exchanged.

as the soft glow of christmas illuminates your cozy apartment, you and lando find yourselves lost in each other's arms. with every shared kiss, you both savor the warmth of the holiday and the special connection makes this christmas unforgettable. in the embrace of each other, you discover that loving each other is the greatest gift, and you find yourself already excited to spend next christmas –and maybe the next one, and so on– together.

______________________________________________

[sunonyoreface]

He Knows - Simon “Ghost” Riley Pt. 10

an: this is my favourite part yet! Thanks for your patience! 

Hi there, this is a series about Simon Riley from COD. This series does not follow any of the established plots or timelines from the games. While I use the names of some characters, they are different from the ones in COD.

Summary: You’re held captive by 141 for reasons unknown.

Word count: 2700

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: angst, military setting, explicit language mentions of torture, graphic depictions of violence, use of guns.

I can still hear ringing from hours of relentless whirling of the helicopter engine beating against my eardrums. Ghost pulls me through the snow with one rough hand wrapped around my arm and the other on his pistol. In the time it took us to fly here, he only riled himself up more. Searing, red anger radiates from beneath his suit. I dread the moment we pass through that door.

Ghost doesn’t clear the safe house. He doesn’t have to. A thermal imaging camera attached to the chopper told him no one’s been there in hours. The night vision lenses reveal to him that no one’s trampled through the slushy snow or left tracks of any kind in days. The tiny cabin is between one of their bases and a large town in Latvia. It isn’t accessible by road. Only a helicopter, ATV, or 40-mile hike from the nearest settlement will get you here. This place isn’t meant to be found. The Ultranationalists won’t have suspected us to leave the country. No one will. Even the other task members have no clue where we are. Only Price. We’re completely alone.

It’s supposed to be safer, but I feel far from safe.

The cabin shakes as he slams the door shut and flips three deadbolts. There’s no escaping him. Even if I somehow miraculously made it out of the cabin, I’d be shot dead before I could make it ten feet away. Inside I am completely blind. There isn’t an ounce of light. Ghost releases me and blood rushes to the spot on my arm he was gripping. I can feel the bruises forming already. He brushes against my back as he steps further into the dark. It’s eerily silent. There’s no traffic outside or music from neighbouring rooms or wind gusts rattling the windows. Everything is completely still. Only my heavy breathing fills the dreadful space.

A small table lamp clicks on as Ghost lets go of the chord. The tiny metal chain clinks against the glass base. He paces around, looking completely out of place. We’re in a small room with a burgundy futon, a wooden table with two chairs, a tiny wood stove, and several cabinets on the far side of the wall. This is the only room in the whole building. It’s cozy and quaint; the kind of place new couples spend too much money on for a weekend getaway. There’s also another lamp standing in the corner of the room that Ghost now switches on. The lamps cause two jagged shadows to follow him around the room. Its warmer here than at the base, but not because the heat is on. This building doesn’t have heat, but we’re closer to the ocean so everywhere’s warmer. It’s just cold enough for the snow to stick to the ground in a slushy consistency.

I stand by the door, watching as Ghost undoes the clasps on his helmet before taking it off and placing it on the wood table. His skull mask is still covered in the bloody remnants of our interviews from this morning. Next to it, he places the large assault rifle. He doesn’t offload his handgun or any of the other various weapons strapped to his person. No, he might need those yet.

Ghost pauses for a moment as he scans the room, taking in our surroundings until his eyes land on mine. As much as I want to, I can’t look away. There’s something about his eyes. There always has been. They hold so much depth it’s hard to describe. So much horror I physically can’t describe. A type of desire that I’m afraid to describe.

He silently stalks across the wooden floor, holding my gaze the entire time, holding onto his anger even longer. Ghost stops only inches away. I shift back toward the door to put some distance between us.

“Are you scared of me?” his eyes narrow as he examines my face. Ghost is a well-trained bloodhound. There’s no hiding my fear from him. He can smell it pulsing through my veins. He can hear the muscles in my heart thundering at a terrifying speed.

“Should I be?” already, my voice is unsteady.

“I would,” he says plainly. My throat tightens and my mouth runs dry.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why’d you lie to me?” he ignores my question, jumping right to the very thing that is fueling his anger. Ghost is already standing too close for comfort, utilizing his size just like he does during the interrogations.

“I didn’t lie to you,” I lower my voice. Maybe if we’re both whispering, he won’t start shouting.

“You did,” there’s venom in his voice. I can hear the rattles of a snake hiding in tall grass. If I take the wrong step, I’m sure to be bitten.

“I told you what he said. Just not all of it,” I press my sweaty palms to the side of my thighs. Ghost’s brooding eyes are shadowed by the bloody skull mask. He’s so close I can smell the tangy, metallic scent. I taste it on my tongue as I bite the inside of my cheek. I feel it in my veins as it pulses through my racing heart.

“That’s rubbish,” his brows furrow and his lower lids tighten.

“Is it?” I ask. What would he do if he were in my position? Are my actions truly that unforgivable? “Why don’t you just interview me like you do them? Then, you’d find out.”

“Because you’re not one of them,” he says with certainty. Maybe not, but are we so different? For years, people told me I was just like my father and he’s “one of them”. How different can we be?

“Maybe I am,” I push back. The rattling sounds closer. My mind is warning me to step away from the snake, but some morbid part of me wants to see what’ll happen.

“You’re not,” he states.

“How do you know?” I ask. What makes him so certain? Sure, 141 does their research before kidnapping someone, but maybe I could be an Ultranationalist. Maybe he doesn’t know me as well as he thinks. Maybe I’m the snake.

Ghost reaches into a pocket on his thigh. He pulls out his switchblade and snaps the blade out. My eyes widen as I step further back, trapping myself against the door. Ghost stalks even closer. His movements are slow and predatory. I have nowhere to go as he presses his chest into mine. The hard equipment strapped to his vest hurts as it rubs against my clothes, jutting into my flesh. One hand harshly wraps around my mouth as the other presses the tip of the blade against my cheek.

I jolt away from the pain and try to wriggle from his grasp, but it’s no use. Ghost has me pinned against the door with no escape. The pressure is sharp and I feel the skin threatening to break, any harder and he’ll draw blood.

“Simon,” I try to say his name but the words are muffled. My hands wrap around his forearm and squeeze. Not in an attempt to pull him away, but just to get him to stop. His skin is hot under my cold fingers and his tense muscles ripple beneath my palm.

When I finally make eye contact with him, my heart skips. His eyes are dark and analytical. This isn’t about hurting me. He is simply gauging my reactions. This is a test.

The skull mask leans in closer. “An Ultranationalist wouldn’t flinch. They’d lean into the pain,” he whispers. Ghost releases me, taking only a small step back. I don’t wait to catch my breath before asking my next question.

“Do you like hurting them?”

“I do,” he says with a sense of pride. It’s now that I realize he doesn’t see these men as people. In his eyes, as soon as they joined the Ultranationalists, they abdicated all their human rights.

“That’s sick.”

“Maybe,” he says, taunting. “But it’s nothing in comparison to what they do.”

I ignore his attempt at changing the topic.

“Do you like hurting me?”

“Y/n,” something in his voice changes. It’s strained, almost. I see his brows furrow at the edge of his mask. He leans back at this. “Do you think that low of me?”

“In Price’s office, the two of you mentioned intercepting a high-ranking Ultranationalist’s family member. That’s what you did to me,” I wait for him to tell me I’m wrong. I want him to tell me I’m wrong. That the families of the men they hunt aren’t being punished for their crimes. Deep down, I know I’m not. “Did you know about that?”

“I helped plan it,” Ghost admits. My throat tightens even more and I fight the urge to cry. Of course, he did. It’s all some stupid vendetta. They don’t care who’s hurt in the process. Part of me can’t help but feel betrayed. I should’ve expected it. When I look into his eyes, there’s no regret. I’m just collateral to him. There’s a larger plan at play and my life is just a small game piece.

“Were you there when it happened?” I ask. I need to know. How much of my suffering was directly because of him?

“No.”

“Do you know the things they did to me?” my voice cracks. “How they pumped me so full of drugs I couldn’t stay conscious? And when I was awake, I was sick for hours. I was so drugged up I could barely stand, let alone walk. My body didn’t feel like my own. They locked me in a dark room alone for weeks. The only time I saw another person was when I was fed just twice a day. I didn’t know if my family was okay! I still don’t! I had a bag over my head ninety percent of the time and when I couldn’t keep up, they’d grab at me and push me until I’d hit a wall or the floor. Did you know that, Simon? I am covered in bruises! Even now,” my eyes start to water, but my sadness begins to transition to anger. “You planned all of that, Simon?”

Ghost takes a moment to watch the emotions flicker across my face and weigh his options. He takes a deep breath before saying “It was a part of the plan. You were supposed to believe you were taken by the Ultranationalists, so you’d be more willing to cooperate with us. We contracted the job to one of our Russian allies so it couldn’t be directly traced back to us. The fact that you were looking into your family’s past was just a coincidence. A convenient one, but a coincidence nonetheless,” his voice is reserved. He’s holding back again and it only hurts more.

“You’re no better than them,” I hiss at him. “At least they’re honest about what they do.”

Ghost scoffs at me and when he looks at me his eyes are narrowed and his brows furrowed. “Honest,” he laughs in patronizing disgust. “You don’t know a fucking thing about them.”

“I don’t know a damn thing about you either! Everything you’ve told me was a fucking lie!” I hate to admit it, but I break first. I’m the first to raise my voice and now all bets are off.

“Have you watched the news lately? Don’t you-”

“It’s hard to watch the news when you kidnapped me!” my face is red and I feel a burning rage. I feel like I’m on fire. Like Ghost has soaked me in gasoline and struck a match.

“Shut your fucking mouth for two goddamn seconds,” he snarls. There are flames in his eyes. “Haven’t you seen the bombings? The shootings? The fucking airport attacks? Any of it? That was all them! They’ve killed thousands of people for political power and they’re only getting started,” his fists are balled at his sides as he pushes into me again. I so badly wish I was closer to his size. At least then I’d have a chance.

He’s becoming just as worked up as I am. Good. He deserves to feel what I feel. The anger. The pain. The betrayal. How fucking unfair all of this is. Ghost’s breathing becomes faster as his chest heaves with disdain. I imagine a scowl on his face as he tries to justify his actions. As he tries to justify all of the violence he is responsible for. 141 isn’t as righteous as they’d like to believe. Their hands are caked in layers upon layers of years worth of blood. Their skin underneath is stained a type of red that won’t wash off in the sink.

“If we take out Makarov and his top generals, we can disband the Ultranationalists. We can stop this utter madness from becoming any worse. If we do that, we’ll save thousands of people and stop wars before they begin,” Ghost rests both his hands on the side of my neck, his thumbs just under my ears. His grip is light, but I feel the urgency under his fingers.  “I will do anything in my power to see that happen,” he says, reigning himself in as he steps back.

“Even kill my father,” I whisper. His eyes flicker back to mine. He doesn’t need to say anything to confirm my suspicion.

“He’s a bad man, y/n,” Ghost’s voice lowers.

“You don’t know him,” the pain is evident on my face. My heart aches and I miss him.

“No. But I know what he’s done,” he watches my expressions, calculating how much he should tell me. “Last month he coordinated a shooting at a refugee camp. Could call that his specialty. Refugee camps and immigration centers, sometimes homeless shelters. He targets vulnerable people and causes that the Ultranationalists know will get people riled up. Your father is responsible for the death of hundreds of innocent people. Do you know who lived in those camps? Young families. Children who had their whole lives ahead of them. He killed them y/n.”

My face scrunches up in disgust and disbelief. I feel the bile creeping up my throat as my stomach twists itself into an impossible knot. My knees want to give out. That can’t be true. He wouldn’t do that, not the man I know. My father is an introvert who likes to buy loaves of expired bread and feed pigeons in Central Park. He runs my mother baths and cooks too much pasta and kisses me on the forehead every time I visit. He is not that man.

“You’re lying,” my bottom lip trembles. “Everything you’ve told me is a lie, why would you tell the truth now?”

“I have video,” he says coldly. “Four of these attacks alone have detailed surveillance footage of him present during the events. But he’s not always present. Often, they’re planned at a distance. He’ll have coordinated most of them from your home.”

“That’s not true,” I mumble into my sleeve as I wipe my nose. “It’s not,” the tears finally spill from my eyes. It can’t be true.

“So no, y/n, I don’t like hurting you,” Ghost cups the side of my face, his thumb brushes along my hair as he gently guides me to look at him. “But I’d do it a million times over if it means stopping Makarov.”

“Where does it end?” my voice is pleading “Makarov, then my uncle, then my father, and all of their generals. Who else do you have to kill before it can finally end? Me? Am I on that list, Simon?”

“I would never do that to you,” he murmurs as his other hand brushes away my tears. All I want is to lean into his touch. To have him hold me and tell me everything’s going to be alright.

“How can I believe you, Simon? How can I believe you after everything you’ve done? After all the lies you’ve told,” my soft voice cracks.

His thumb soothingly brushes up and down my cheek. With each deep breath he takes, his vest pushes further into my chest. Before the pressure was alarming but now, I find a strange comfort in it. I want him to say that there’s a way out of this. That maybe he was wrong about my father. That when I go home, it’ll be like I never left. Simon leans down and rests his forehead against my own. My mind drifts to the blood sprayed across the white skull.

“You can’t.”

PT11:

[keruimi]

His Lost Love

Muichiro Tokito x reader

Warning! Angst and Slight Comfort

When he hid the most painful thing he experienced after he became a Hashira until he forgot about it. But that deep scar was opened again when he met the person he chose to forget.

_____________________________

Here again, back at the mansion roofs. While the feelings of longing are still present to my life. It's been four years since I regained my memories.

Yet I still feel like something is missing.

I look at the moon as it manages to show me the view of the whole headquarters with the Hashiras' mansion buzzing with happiness.

It's been four years since we killed Muzan, yet there are still some demons alive and walking freely on the land.

Busy with the mission, I didn't notice I already turned eighteen.

I heard someone land on the roof that made me give a side glance and saw Tanjiro.

"What is it?" I asked him as I looked back at the scenery I never got bored of. I felt him sit beside me as he also looked at the view I was gazing at.

"You're here again"

I know. And I don't know the reason why I keep coming back here.

"Tanjiro" I called out for him as I sigh. "I feel empty but I can't remember the reason why"

I told him as I felt the cold breeze of the night. Just recalling that feeling makes my eyes glossy.

"I don't know why I always feel like there's a missing part of me" I admit as I lowered my head down and hid my face.

"Maybe because your twin brother is not here with you anymore..." He guessed but I shook my head as I wiped my tears away.

"No" I whispered. "I coped with his death through anger. It can't be him"

But maybe I am just overthinking?

Both of us got silent before a frantic crow ruined the silence around us.

"South East! South East! A demon is near the headquarters!" Tanjiro's crow repeated it like a broken record that made my companion stand from his position.

Our conversation were cut off short

"Well Muichiro, I'll be going"

I hummed in response before he went to the South East. I decided to enter my bedroom when I felt that the breeze was colder than usual.

And yet the moment I stepped inside my room, I saw the blue haori on the rack as I took a hold of it.

I knew I forgot about someone. Because when I took a hold of the Haori, it gave me a slight comfort as it brightly showed the ice patterns on it.

I felt another presence that made me look outside my window and saw again the blue mist in the form of a woman.

I took a step closer to it and as she usually does, she just caresses my cheek as my mind went somewhere again.

What if the blue mist is a remembrance of the person I forgot?

Out of all things, this mist always appears at night and never forgets to caress or show me comfort even though it was never physically.

But I feel it...

If I can just remember that person... Would I manage to quench the empty feeling deep inside me?

"South East! Back up in the South East!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my crow speak as the blue mist disappeared with the wind.

I put my thoughts together as I wore the blue Haori for comfort on a cold night.

I immediately follow my crow to the forest and not even 10 minutes, I can already feel the aura of the demon.

They are indeed close to the headquarters.

I heard glass shattering and swords clacking as I observed the situation before me.

I saw Mitsuri and Tanjiro already fighting together yet Mitsuri still got blasted off that made me run to catch her.

"I thought we already slayed the upper moons?" She asked me in a worried tone as she picked herself back up while I looked back at the battle happening in front of me.

It seems like the Demon is used to ice as it defends herself from Tanjiro's Dragon techniques.

The demon was a woman with white hair that ends on her lower back.

I ready my stance as I took a hold of my sword.

"Mist Breathing Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Splash"

When I first attacked, the woman managed to jump back, barely avoiding it.

The moment I got closer to her, that's when I properly got to observe her form.

A familiar form...

The woman stopped from her movements as she didn't leave her gaze at me.

"Chiro..." The low whisper caught me off guard as my eyes widened like saucers in disbelief.

How can this demon know me?

Mist Breathing Third form

I started to think again as I ignored the words of the demon in front of me.

Scattering Mist Splash

She managed to avoid it with a slight groan of pain as I saw that I managed to graze one of her cheeks.

"Muichiro Tokito!" She shouted my full name that made me stop from my movements.

There was a slight anger and sadness in her eyes as she stands in the middle of the open area in the forest.

"Can't you remember me?"

A disgusting feeling nagged me behind as I kept my blank gaze on her figure.

She is just a demon, nothing more

But when I saw how her eyes glossed, my surroundings were covered in dark as a frame of the past was shown in front of me.

"Are you the new slayer?" I stop my training to look back at the girl who seems to be at the same age as me.

She has white hair with those cyan eyes. She somehow looks ethereal with that gentle smile that lingers on her face.

I ignored her as I took a hold of my sword again to continue training but when I swing it, another sword stops it.

"Let me be" those were the first words I told her as the girl just gave a warm smile before throwing my sword out of my hand using hers.

"You need to rest. Overworking never leads to a good outcome" she stated and before I got to cut her neck off, she took hold of my hand and dragged me through the porch of the mansion I was staying at and sat me down there.

"I'm a Hashira, what makes you think you can treat me this way?" I told her and didn't bother to hide the annoyance in my voice as I felt her wipe my hands with a cold towel.

"You let me though"

Her answer made an irk mark appear on my forehead. "I didn't give you the consent to drag me"

"You still let me drag you even though we both know you can just snatch yourself away from my grip" she stated that made me give up on arguing with her.

I was aware of the rules of these corporations yet I can't debate on it especially if it was a girl I'm talking to.

I just flick her head because I know I lost on that one and I heard a giggle from her after that.

I would forget about this anyways.

I manage to rest on the porch from the hellish training I'm making myself go through under the blazing heat of the sun.

After she treated my wounds, it felt like my hands were relaxed that made me think if she was a slayer that is being taught by the insect Hashira.

"Who are you staying with?" I ask her as she lets out a small grin before scooting close to me. "Why? Are you planning to visit me?"

"No" I deadpan that made her shoulder drop but she still maintains the smile on her face. "I am just wondering who is raising a bold girl like you. We are clearly different in status yet you didn't follow my instructions"

She just looks at the field in front of us as there is no ounce of fear in her eyes.

It seems like the master of this girl spoils her too much.

"I am Giyu-san's tsuguko" she informed me something about her as I thought who was that guy again.

But a Tsuguko is also a powerful person in the Demon Slayer corps.

"Are you lying or are you lying?" I ask her in a blank tone before standing up to train again.

"None of the above"

Her answer managed to lift a small smile on my lips. I don't seem to take care of having someone as carefree as her.

That day became our beginning towards an emotion called love.

She was always with me, and I began to love her presence around me. So this is what it feels like to have someone of the same age interested in swordsmanship.

She is the only one who can stop me from overworking myself like before. I managed to take care of my health when she was with me.

She has a comforting presence that I always found myself having a slumber every time I was with her.

I felt her run my soft hand on my long hair as I sighed in contentment until I heard her call me by my nickname she gave me.

"Chiro"

I hummed in response as I opened my eyes to look at her who had her usual soft gaze on me.

"I love you more than a friend..." She confessed one day we were resting under a tree.

Love?

Her confession made my heart beat quicken as I sat up to look at her. I look away in hesitation knowing about how I easily forget things.

If I accept her feelings, I might forget it but she wouldn't.

"Aren't we too young for that?"

I told her as I slightly turned my head in her direction as she leaned back on the tree.

"I know..." She whispered but she still lifted a small smile and looked at me. "I just want to let you know. I don't need an answer knowing you never thought of those"

She is brave. She knows the outcome but she still did it.

I wrapped my arms around her for a hug as she returned it back to me while my thoughts started to wander off again.

I don't want to lose this relaxing moments with my only friend.

That night, I started to spend my time on the roof of the mansion as I cooled my head to think about it.

Shockingly, I never forget about her confession.

Even up till the times we hangout, her confession keeps repeating on my head over and over again.

"I love you" I mumbled on her shoulder as I hugged her from the back while we basked under the sun.

I felt her stiffen on my touch before she relaxed herself again that made me close my eyes.

I don't want to lose her.

She made me realize my worth even at such a young age.

"Chiro, you're deserving of love too" she exclaimed in her loving tone as she caress my cheeks and I can't help but lean more on her.

Men or women, girls or boys, she saw them the same way. She was the definition of justice itself.

"Health is a strength too. Take care of it, hone it until you break its limit"

Learning from the Hashira that took her in, there was no doubt she would mimic their mannerism too.

I love those kinds of women.

Someone who doesn't tolerate my cruel treatment to others.

"Chiro, you shouldn't talk to them that way"

She keeps correcting my wrongdoings. She was literally my guardian angel.

The only woman I remember.

The only woman I put all my attention to. Dedicated every victory just to come back to her alive.

Until one night when she went on a mission.

There were supposed to be only normal demons in the mission she headed to, but she met one of the upper moon demon itself.

We were too late when we arrived. She was already in the arms of Doma, the upper rank two who are known to eat women.

I felt how my pupil shook that time as I saw her body covered in her own blood. She laid there lifeless before he took her with him.

Even Obanai who was with me didn't able to catch up to him.

I felt my world spin that time before I lose my consciousness for the first time.

The last thing I saw was the Serpent Hashira running back to catch my body.

And the moment I woke up, it was already reality. She was not here with me.

I didn't arrive home with her. She was taken away without me knowing if she was still alive or dead.

There's a part of me is hoping that the demon give her mercy and at least let her live.

I felt Obanai-san approach me before lending me her Haori. And I took it without second thought.

The only reminder of her...

I don't know what took over me but I found myself begging everyday to the Master to save her. I keep begging until I can't physically do it anymore.

We can't stand a chance on retrieving her back, not even her body.

"Master..."

"We are doing our best, Muichiro. But for now, take care of yourself" he stated as the older Hashiras held me to prevent myself on begging again.

"But Y/n..." My voice broke as tears never stop falling from my eyes. "We need to save her now, Master. I can't lose her too"

I cried out as the two Hashira just drag me out of the Master's quarters.

"Bring her back to me!" I screamed in anger as I snatched myself away from their grips and let my body fell to the ground.

"I can't lose her" I sobbed out as they let me cry my heart out on the path of stones.

My world turn cold, I lost the right direction. No one was holding my harsh personality back anymore.

No one was comforting me anymore.

I lost my backbone, I lost my lover.

In exchange, I stop caring for others.

I was blinded by anger that I didn't know I was slowly forgetting about her.

Mizuki Y/n

The second person that I didn't manage to save from the demons that ruined my entire life.

"Y/n..." I called her name as I started to recall everything.

How can I forget? The woman I was willing to bend the rules for. Even turn my back against the world.

The woman I would lay my life for...

Turn into the being that I despise the most.

My lover...

I didn't have time to choose my next move when I heard a familiar scream.

"I will slice you to shreds, you damn demon!"

I felt my heart drop as I saw the boar man already behind her. She is not focused.

The only thing she cares about right now... Is to see if I still remember her.

But who cares if she was turned into a demon? Does that make her less loveable?

Muichiro, get your grip together.

She is a demon, who knows what happened to those six years when both of you were apart.

But...

Seeing how she quickly recognizes me, she hasn't completely lost touch with her humanity.

Of her old self...

Without thinking, I ran to her who had her arms open for me for an embrace.

I took a hold of her hands before spinning her around to avoid Inosuke's attack.

And I felt the sharp pain on my back before both of us collapsed on the ground. I heard her gasp below me as she put her hands on my chest.

"I'm sorry Chiro" she apologizes with her glossy eyes but I just shook my head with a small smile on my lips.

"i just want to go back home" she sobbed out as I felt tears formed in my eyes.

"Demon or not, you are still my lover that I would save from the world." I told her as I heard Giyu prevent Inosuke on attacking again as I nuzzle my head on her shoulder.

She was still the same person no matter what.

"Don't worry Y/n. You have me... I'll bring you back home"

~°•°~

"What's with all of you breaking the rules" Tengen-san decided to visit after hearing the news while I decided to stay quiet as I kneel in front of the porch while waiting to meet Kiriya, the new master.

I never bother to care about the other Hashiras around me, because I only need the Master's opinion on my crazy idea about letting Y/n keep living.

Yes, who would agree when the cure is impossible to obtain now that Muzan and the twelve Kizuki's are gone.

It was utterly impossible to cure her now. She would always be a demon, she can't become a human anymore.

"The Master has arrived"

We all bowed in respect to the Master younger than me.

"It's nice to see all of you gather for this" he started as I raised my head from my bow that was lower than usual.

"I've heard your plea, Muichiro. But this request needs more time" he started as I kept my mouth shut.

"Y/n was a former tsuguko of Giyu. She was taken away out of her will during her mission. In this trial, we, the senior Hashiras, hope that you would at least consider that before any grave punishment bestowed to her case" I heard Obanai's words that made my heart warmed at least before I bowed at the young man in front of me.

"I have no complaints while the trial is ongoing. But may I at least request one thing?"

I ask the leader who gave me a nod that made me continue.

"Please let me stay with her throughout the whole trial"

The garden went silent as Mitsuri let out a small huh before Obanai covered her mouth.

"If that's what you want. I'll grant you that"

And I did stay with her the whole time.

I always gazed at her sleeping figure outside her cell.

If she would suffer, I would accompany her on that. I don't want to leave her again.

I love her, its my duty to become her ally, her support on her darkest time, and her lover to make her feel she is still loved and accepted by us.

I would never make her feel abandoned again...

[little-paperboat]

i burned my fingers on this forbidden fire

it's been a loooong time coming, but i am very excited to share the first chapter of i burned my fingers on this forbidden fire! ❤️‍🔥 All dedicated to the Holy Rolan Empire, of course! x

Summary:

It's finally over: the Absolute has been defeated and Baldur's Gate has been saved. A month after the final battle, everyone's gone to pursue their own destinies - everyone but Tav. She might be home now but she's never felt more lost, struggling to pick up the pieces of the life she left behind. Rolan got everything he wanted: his family is safe and sound, and he is the new Master of Ramazith's Tower. He won, and all he has to do now is prove that he's up to the task. It should be easy, so easy - but then why does he feel like he's constantly failing? One night they meet again, and a proposition rekindles the spark between them. But when Tav's world crumbles around her and secrets are revealed, it's Rolan's hand she reaches for. Will he be there to catch her? (or, Tav meddles and Rolan stands his ground)

In this first chapter, Tav is doing fine. She's doing great! So good. Never better. She's the hero of Baldur's Gate, and everybody loves her. Sure, maybe she's alone because all her friends are gone, and maybe she's still staying at the Elfsong because she can't really move on, and maybe her new job makes her feel useless, but honestly, she's fine. It doesn't even matter that Rolan has been ignoring her this whole time.

I hope you'll like it! Little preview under the cut x

The Elfsong was busier than usual, noticed Tav as she turned the corner, pushing her way through the merry crowd gathered outside. Ale and wine flowed freely as if it was a perfectly ordinary evening in Baldur’s Gate, which, she supposed, it was - to some extent. 

Ordinary didn’t mean much anymore these days.

Then again, she hadn’t had an ordinary day in a long time.

In the distance, someone yelled her name and she waved blindly at the crowd, earning a few drunken cheers. That never failed to make her smile, and, slipping inside the tavern, she made her way to the bar where the owner was busy trading beers for gold.

“Hey Alan! Is there a special occasion I’m not aware of?”

Gatherings under the influence of alcohol were frequent as of late, but never to this extent. It almost felt as if the whole of the Lower City had agreed to meet at the Elfsong tonight.

Alan shrugged, undisturbed in his pouring of pints.

“They just finished rebuilding the last of the docks. Calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”  

Ah. She turned her head back to survey the crowd, now noticing the many unfamiliar faces.

“You know I never say no to a party,” she said. “No news about the Upper City though, I assume?” 

“Correct, princess. But as long as you keep that sweet gold comin’, I’ll make sure you’re treated like a real lady.” 

That made her chuckle, and she winked at the bartender. 

“Oh, Alan. I am a real lady.”

Leaving him to his work, she made her way up the stairs and to her room. The loud conversations were soon reduced to a hushed background noise, the quiet privacy unnerving as ever.

Everything was exactly as she left it this morning: a calculated mess; a neatly-kept shrine of who she was a month ago. Rationally, she couldn’t expect things to start moving on their own, but to be fair, she had witnessed stranger things. Maybe it would happen somehow: a sign of things moving on, a physical manifestation of the start of a new life. 

Her fingers lingered on the bedcovers, the last sunlight of the season peeking through the windows, bathing the place in a comforting autumn glow.

That didn’t ward off the cold inside her chest. 

Slowly, she sank to the floor, head resting against the mattress.

If she closed her eyes, she could still hear Wyll and Karlach’s laughter from the next room, and the play-fighting of Shadowheart and Lae’zel. Halsin would be quietly humming a soft song near them, and if she focused hard enough she could make up Astarion’s footsteps about to barge in her room unannounced - wallowing in self-pity, darling? Gale would softly tut, an arm around the vampire’s waist, asking her if she wanted to come to dinner. 

On the other side of the wall, there was a loud sneeze.

She sighed. The new tenants were dull, loud and annoying. She didn’t see the point in trying to be friendly - actually, she actively schemed to avoid any contact. 

She let her legs fall on the floor with a soft thump, feeling like an abandoned rag doll. 

Who’d come and pick her up, if she decided to not move anymore? Now that was a good question. For how long she could stay in her room until someone came to check on her? A few days? A whole tenday? More? Her face had been everywhere after the defeat of the Netherbrain, and even days later, still adorned some sparse street posters. Despite her battle scars, she remained easy on the eyes and people naturally sought her out when she was in public. 

Behind closed doors though… no one bothered to care.

While she enjoyed toying with the idea of playing dead for a while, she was fairly sure that someone at the Council would eventually notice her absence, if only to point out how unreliable the Hero of the Gate was.

When the light outside began to dim, she got up with a groan, finally finding some kind of resolve - anything to distract her mind. She had a golden opportunity to drink the night away and might do exactly that. 

At her mirror, she found her lipstick - the one that Shadowheart gave her because it felt too Sharran. It was a lovely shade of deep burgundy, rich and smooth, and if she focused hard enough on how the colour complimented her skin tone, she could almost ignore the wave of nostalgia that crept up on her. 

On a whim, she undid her braid, letting her loose curls fall on her shoulders. Using Astarion’s little discarded comb, she slowly untangled them. Her hair had grown back since that unfortunate episode in the Underdark, but she sometimes missed how the shorter cut made her feel. Daring. Determined. Brave.

She wasn’t this person anymore.

— Read the rest on AO3 :)

if you liked it, you also can follow the tag “series:forbidden fire” here on tumblr to not miss any updates :)

(c) divider by @/saradika

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 10

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: This chapter contains murder and MC injury

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

(I hope they don’t find out…!)

I put on a hat that I had obtained in the area and put it over my eyes.

Jude and Ellis, who were covering their mouths with scarves, step into the casino.

(Both of them obviously don’t look serious, so they’re attracting a lot of attention…)

(They haven’t been found out yet, right?)

The composition shows me sandwiched between two suspicious men whose faces can’t be seen.

On the other hand, there is an added worry that the two people might be mistaken for the kidnappers.

Jake: “Why did you guys dress like that?”

Jude: “…”

Ellis: “…”

Kate: “Ah, um, I think they got cold after being outside for so long!”

Kate: “They said they might not be able to speak for a while because their lips were frozen and their voices were shaking.”

I felt like Jude was cursing under my breath about my excuses.

(I might be wrong, but I thought I heard something like ‘There must’ve been a better lie’…)

Jake: “Oh my god, do take care!”

(Good! He doesn’t seem to be suspicious at all.)

Kate: “Ah, thank you. It’s not that bad, so don’t worry!”

Jake: “Are you physically weak? If you don’t train properly, you won’t be able to make it in the circus!”

Jake laughed cheerfully and patted Jude on the shoulder with his big palm.

Jude: “…”

(Oh, he’s angry…. Let’s pretend I didn’t see it.)

Ellis: “…”

When Ellis looked towards me, he gave me a quick wink as if to say ‘nice follow-up’.

Jake walked deeper into the casino…

When he came to the door where two guards were standing, he took off his hat and bowed.

Jake: “Hey, hey, could you please tell the owner that I’ve brought in another circus friend?”

(…The main culprit of the kidnapping may be beyond the door.)

(Maybe the victims too--)

I took a small breath and entered the room we were lead through.

The eyes of many strong men inside suddenly turned towards me.

Jake: “Sorry I was late for my appointment. I had a wonderful encounter!”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Captain, I’ve been waiting for you! Are you the ones with whom he’s had such a wonderful encounter?”

Jude | Ellis: “…”

(This person is the ‘owner’ of the casino that he was referring to.)

--if our guess is correct, that means he is also the leader of the kidnapping incidents.

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Yet again… it seems you’ve brought in quite a lively bunch.”

A man wearing silver-rimmed glasses stares at us rudely.

(This person is the leader of the kidnapping, right?)

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Both the young lady and the gentlemen, look at the appearance and the luster of their skin…”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “It doesn’t seem that they were lured to the circus because they were hungry for money or fame.”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Why are you interested in the circus?”

(He’s getting suspicious…)

The moment I instinctively read the man’s expression, I heard a click—

(We’ve been locked in the room…!)

Part 2

(We’ve been locked in the room…!)

A feeling of tension filled the room and made my skin tingle.

In the tense atmosphere, Jude and Ellis calmly walked up to the man who seemed to be the owner.

Jude: “I’ve long admired the performances of Mr. Jake Grace, as he made quite the name for himself in the big box office.” 0446

He spoke fluent Queen’s English.

He spoke in such an elegant tone, without any of his usual accent, that for a moment it seemed as though someone else was speaking.

(Wow, he’s like a completely different person… with the way he’s speaking, no one will know who he really is…)

Jude: “However, I am still a little unsure. There’s always something behind every good story.”

Jude: “They say this company will guarantee food, clothing and shelter until the circus is established. Are you the representative?”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Yes. I’m the one in charge of investing in Mr. Jake. Although there are higher ups.”

(So this person isn’t the top of the gang either…?)

(I wonder if this is one of the factions within that group.)

Jude: “Are your ‘higher ups’ also aware of this investment?”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “… I don’t think it’s necessary for troupe members to know that much.”

Jude glances at Ellis.

Based on my previous experience of business negotiations and chaos that I’ve attended with the two of them, I think this is a matter of ‘taking advantage of one’s position’.

(In other words--)

(That means the fight has begun…!)

The moment Ellis kicked the vase over, I instinctively hid behind the table.

It started when the gang was distracted by the loud noises—

Jude: “Detain the glasses guy. I’ll take care the rest.”

Ellis: “Roger that.”

Just as the gang was able to communicate for a moment before they raised their guns—Ellis kicked the ground lightly.

The next moment, he was using the table as a springboard to jump over the heads of the gang.

(…his movements are amazing, as usual.)

The panicked gang members had no time to adjust their guns before Ellis’ long fingertips touched the head of the man with the glasses…

His wrists were bound together with invisible ropes and he couldn’t move.

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Huh!? W-What is this…?”

Ellis: “This is the end.”

(He restrained the owner in no time. Jude--)

Like a puff of smoke, Jude moved between the men, touching their foreheads.

Immediately the gang members, one by one, fell to the floor, lifeless.

(That’s Jude’s ability…?)

Part 3

(That’s Jude’s ability…?)

(It doesn’t seem like the people he’s touched are dead, though.)

The sight of a person losing consciousness and collapsing, as if a string had been cut, even though he hadn’t punched or kicked them, was so bizarre that it sent a shiver down my spine.

Jake: “W-what? Who are you guys?”

(That’s right, I completely forgot about Jake…!)

He was just being used by the gang.

If that was the case, it would be dangerous for him to be in the middle of this scuffle.

Gang grunt: “Damn it! You brought trouble!”

Kate: “Ngh—”

I saw a gun being pointed at Jake—

Kate: “Look out…!”

Jake: “Whaa!?”

Everything happened so quickly I didn’t have time to think and I rammed into Jake as hard as I could.

Jake stumbled and we fell to the floor—

Kate: “Aah--!!?”

Jake’s huge body suddenly landed on my leg.

I felt a sharp, throbbing pain that took my breath away and caused me to start sweating.

(It hurts…)

Jake: “I-I’m sorry young lady, are you okay!?”

Kate: “Huh, I’m fine…ngh”

(My eyes are blurry due to the pain…)

However, I can’t stay down since there was the possibility of a gun being pointed at us again.

Kate: “Hngh…Hah…”

I desperately tried to lift my body, which screamed with every breath.

Still unable to stand, I lay forward on the floor, raising only my head…

(…! Everyone is unconscious except for the owner.)

Jude’s ability had drowned the room in complete silence.

Ellis held his black bladed knife against the owner’s throat.

(Ellis…)

Ellis: “…”

At that moment, my gaze collided with twilight eyes that were staring worriedly at me lying on the floor.

Seeing the expression on his face like he was about to rush over to me, I hurriedly swallowed the pain and smiled.

(I’m okay!)

If he let the owner run away, we’d be left without any information.

Ellis: “…--”

His twilight eyes were still flickering with anxiety, but Ellis made no attempt to lower the knife.

Jude: “Hey, you.”

Jake: “Huh--?”

Before I knew it, Jude had moved nearby and touched Jake’s forehead.

Jake’s consciousness instantly vanished and his body collapsed on the spot.

Kate: “Why do that to Jake?”

Jude: “It’s a Crown job from now on. If he sees, we’ll kill him too.”

(Crown job--)

Jude moves away from me as my vision wavers from the pain.

With beady eyes hidden behind his glasses, the restrained owner glared up at Jude standing in front of him

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “That accent, the black-bladed guard… You’re the trader who sent one of our executives to prison, aren’t you?”

Jude: “The candidate members, where’d they go?”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “…Even if I knew something, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.”

Even though there was no one left to help him in the room, the owner had an irreverent smile on his lips.

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “If you kill me, you’ll pay the price. I recommend you back out.”

Jude: “Brilliant. Then die.”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Ha?”

Jude: “If ya won’t spill yer guts, the lowlife thugs around ya will easily give it up if I torture ‘em”

Ellis: “So, it’s okay to kill him?”

Jude: “This bloke’s the owner of the casino and is definitely the one in charge of the kidnappings.”

Jude: “From what he said earlier, the upper echelons of the gang ain’t involved in the kidnappin’.”

Jude: “He’d the guy behind the crime. If he ain’t talkin’, he’s trash.”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “What…!? If you kill me, you’ll make enemies of every gang in London!”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Even the upper echelon won’t give up!”

Jude: “Hah, yer estimatin’ yer worth quite high ain’t ya?”

Jude: “I don’t give a damn ‘bout people who made a mistake by gettin’ involved in bad business without tellin’ their superiors---but yeah.”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “What…”

When Jude noticed the man rendered pale and speechless, his lips curled in amusement.

I remembered Ellis telling me ‘He loves to hear the screams of the people he hates.’

Jude: “I’ll tell ya somethin’ about hell.”

Jude: “No one gets away with killin’ for free.”

Jude: “If you’ve been kidnappin’ and killin’ without knowin’ what yer doin’—you’ll regret it in hell, won’t ya?”

Part 4

Jude: “I’ll tell ya somethin’ about hell.”

Jude: “No one gets away with killin’ for free.”

Jude: “If you’ve been kidnappin’ and killin’ without knowin’ what yer doin’—you’ll regret it in hell, won’t ya?”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Ngh… I-I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything…!”

In response to Jude’s threat, the owner opened his mouth.

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “The kidnapping was a plan I started to make some money!”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “I stumbled upon Jake who had been drinking himself into a stupor and figured I could take advantage of him…!”

Ellis: “Where are the people who were brought in as potential members now?”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “—They were all handed over to human-trafficking brokers.”

Ellis: “Where did they go after you handed them over?”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Probably outside the country. Beyond that I don’t know.”

(That means all of Bill’s acquaintances were sold overseas by dark brokers…)

--If that happened, they’d never be able to come back.

Jude: “Tch… Out of the country. Out of our jurisdiction.”

Ellis: “No matter how hard Victor tries, he won’t be able to find them…”

The two men’s voices deepened in their sense of despair.

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Hey, I spoke! Let me go!”

Ellis gave a cold look at the screaming casino owner.

Ellis: “…I didn’t promise to let you go if you talked.”

Man with silver-rimmed glasses: “Ha…”

Ellis: “Our mission was to put an end to the kidnappings. So…”

Ellis: “We need to condemn the perpetrator.”

Ellis: “We just wanted information because we want to help the victims.”

Ellis: “Just because you gave me the information doesn’t mean you’re innocent, right?”

Ellis: “That’s why I can’t let you go… I’m sorry.”

(Ellis…)

I struggled to listen to the conversation between the three, feeling like I was going to black out from the pain.”

The scenery had become distorted and my head started to go hazy.

But even with all of this in mind, I was clearly aware that at this point, Ellis was going to be getting his hands dirty—

*******************Choices*********************

1. Isn’t there another way?

***2. Ellis…***

3. I have to see this through as fairy tale keeper.

*************************************************

For Her Majesty, who ordered the mission, for the victims and to prevent the number of victims from increasing any further.

Even though I know it’s necessary, I can’t help but feel a tight pain in my heart.

Kate: “Ellis…”

Unable to stop it or watch in silence, I called out his name, and Ellis smiled as if he were troubled.

Ellis: “…Sorry.”

Ellis: “Kate—keep your eyes closed.”

Part 5

Ellis: “Kate—keep your eyes closed.”

(Ngh---Ah…)

A cranberry jam-like redness fills the surrounding area.

Before the smell of blood reached my nostrils—my consciousness was consumed by the darkness.

(…what--)

(What happened to me…?)

I felt like I was being held up by something warm and was swaying back and forth.

I wonder how long I’d been drifting through this ambiguous time… As I slowly regained consciousness—

(I’m…on a bed in the basement?)

When I looked, I saw that a bag filled with ice water had been placed around my calf.

Roger: “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with the bones, but judging by the swelling, it’s highly likely that she’s suffered a muscle tear.”

Roger: “She’ll need to keep still for a few days.”

Ellis: “…”

Jude: “That’s fine. Kidnappin’ case’s been solved, so she can rest easy.”

A familiar voice drifts into my hazy ears.

Roger: “Well, that’s right.”

Ellis: “…Roger.”

Roger: “Hmm? What?”

(Ellis…?)

Ellis’ profile looked extremely anxious, and my chest squeezed tightly.

I’ve seen his worried expressions before, but this is the first time I’ve seen him look so depressed…

Ellis: “Kate will be able to walk properly again, right?”

(…Are you making that face because you’re worried about me?)

Roger: “Ah, she’ll be fine. As long as she rests properly.”

Ellis: “Rests properly…”

Ellis: “…understood.”

(Don’t make that face, I’ll be okay…)

I was about to speak these words, only a faint sigh escaped my lips.

Kate: “Ah…”

Jude | Ellis: “…!”

Ellis, and even Jude, looked surprised and turned toward the bed.

Roger: “Oh, you’re awake, lil lady… Did you by chance hear what I just said?”

Kate: “Yes… I’m sorry I was injured during the mission, and on top of that I won’t be able to move for several days…”

At first, my voice was hoarse and I couldn’t speak well, but gradually my words became clearer.

Ellis: “…Kate, don’t worry about anything.”

After interrupting my words, Ellis sat down on the bed where I was laying.

There was a slight creaking sound, and Ellis filled my field of vision, blocking out the ceiling.

Ellis: “It’s not your fault that you were injured… or that you need to rest.”

Ellis: “Leave everything to me.”

Kate: “…Everything?”

Ellis: “Yeah—”

Ellis: “Everything.”

Premium Avatar Challenge

[sad-girl-shit11]

The Creation

A Frankenstein based short story.

Tw: death, killing a pig, gore, blood, intense talk of suturing, etc..

Some believe Frankenstien to be the monster. The creature stitched together with thread, only alive because of electrostatic discharges. Some believe they know the truth. That Frankenstein was the scientist who played with the very idea of life and death like a new child does a gifted toy. Carelessly, and without a thought of what future consequences may occur.

Frankenstein was the monster. He was a cruel and unforgiving force. He was a monster who lacked humanity and craved power. Frankenstein was a man without a heart, a creature without a soul. He toyed with the villagers of his town. Taking their very lives into his monstrous hands and throwing them up and down as if they were nothing but a toy.

Up

Down

Up

Down

The thunder outside shakes the entirety of the room, from the cup on the counter behind to the table in front of me. It is the perfect weather for this ceremonious event.

White flashes of lightning burst just outside the balcony of this tower, illuminating the room I've occupied. The light washes over the operating table I have dragged up the spiral staircase just behind me. The light also illuminates the deep crimson lake drizzling down the table, making its way from the body sized puddle it originated from.

As I stand in awe of the horrific scene before me the door to the balcony flies inwards, allowing the invisible force that is wind to invade the circular room. Although an irritating presence, I make no move to shut the opened doors. I have far bigger things to focus my mind on. Things that have to do with the detached limbs, resting on the rectangular steel bed in the middle of my tower.

The limbs are pale, however they still resemble the pinkish color they originally were. The color they were when the heart the limbs belonged to was still beating, when the brain they used to take commands from was still alive. Now, here on this cold grey table they lie. Waiting, yearning to be a part of something bigger once more.

I turn around from my place in front of the operating table to the cabinets above my counter to my left. I walk over to my counter and pull out a drawer, my hand gripping the heart shaped drawer pull. From inside of the drawer I pull out a physician's bag, equipped with all one may need when faced with something as great as this. Taking the brown leather bag, I turn back towards my masterpiece, or rather my work of progress.

Settling into the stool at the front of the operating table, I stare into my art work. The skin pulled tightly over the bones, the sunken eyes, and the crystal white bones that poke out from each body part.

To some, what I do next may be unholy, the devil’s work. However, I consider it science. I see myself not as a devil's puppet, but rather a Van Gough to my own starry night. A Mozart to my own tune. A Gustave Eiffel to my own Eiffel tower. Those who may oppose to my art must never have felt the urge that artists get. The feeling that you must create, no matter the opinion of the people. Nor the danger it may put you in, physically or mentally.

Taking a breath of excitement and horror, I begin to unravel the cloth containing my tools. Each limb, eat part of my canvas not attached, to the whole must be sewn together. Despite my excitement, I remain professional. I am calm and my hands are sturdy as I pinch the skin of the neck with my forceps and carefully push my curved needle into the tissue with my needle driver. I use a horizontal suture, making sure my stitches are perfectly spaced. The dozens of horizontal lines of the upper and lower neck fit together in perfect unity.

My work does not end there, with the winds still howling about my tower, and the lighting ever-so-often illuminating my workspace, I diligently continue my work. I stitch the limbs together using the same amount of care for every one. From the upper and lower thigh to the pinky to the hand,each limb is sutured with the same amount of care and perfection.

It took hours of careful stitching, but it is finally done. The limbs that previously fell to no use, torn from their resting body, now reside back together. It’s beautiful. It’s art.

I cart it over to my bay window, lightning growing even more restless, however I will not be using it for my creature. Insead, before I step outside to the vastness that is the night, I cart the canvas to another steel operating table. On it is a pig, sedated but still breathing. In it the first stroke to my canvas. The beating heart.

I prep the pig and gather all the tools I may need, my canvas beside me, cutting into it blood gushes out. I suck up the blood and continue on.

Cutting

Carving

Splicing

Continuing until I have it, the beating heart, extracted from the poor animal. My bloodied hands carry it to my artwork and gently place it into its chest cavity. Careful and with precision, like the Lord when carefully carving into Adam and extracting his rib. I place it in and quickly attach the nerves of the brain stem placed in the corpse moments before my first suture. I push the pig away from me, it is no use now that I have obtained its organ, and reach for my defibrillator. I have minutes to restart this heart and therefore the brain.

As shocks leave my canvas convulsing, my thoughts trail back to my claim.

Frankenstein was the monster. He was the monster who played with life and death, terrorizing his town. He was the monster who on a dark stormy night did the unthinkable.

The monster had created a man.

Frankenstien had gathered limbs for his own canvas. He had sutured him with simple interrupted sutures, and shocked him to life with lightning. He made his creature, his son, knowing the kind of monster he could be. He was the monster. The monster was Frankenstien.

A gasp of breath breaks my train of thought. Dropping the paddles of the defibrillator I too gasp. I gasp in awe and shock. In terror and amazement. My masterpiece sits up and turns to face me. It stares at me, and I at it.

I stand there staring at my masterpiece and it stares at its artist. It’s Frankentien.

“Welcome back home, beloved.”

[alexthesillybilly]

What if springtrap x reader but I write it from springtraps POV idk I wanna study him this is rlly similar to another thing I wrote btw if it feels familiar :P idk why but I love writing this exact scene lmao

God, how long has it been? Months? Years? Decades? How was I supposed to know? I haven't spoken to anyone since I was left in here, and I probably never will again. I'm still trying to figure out what to do to pass the time. At first my methods were a little more about escaping, but clawing at the walls and slamming my self against the door was both very painful, and was also not doing anything for me, so I stopped doing those pretty quickly. Then I remembered there were arcade machines in this room! But then I remembered that this is the parts and service room and they were out of order. And very unplayable. But that didn't stop me, I ended up disassembling and putting them back together a few times.

That got boring, too.

Now I'm not really sure what to do. I spend a lot of my time either fidgeting with loose wires or pacing around like some kind of scared animal. After I stopped having the indescribable dread of realizing I was trapped here, it changed to craving something. Anything, really. Whether it was hearing music from outside, seeing a color other than pitch black, feeling anything other than the freezing cold tile floor and my own pain.

I think I mostly craved company, though.

I was never into psychology, but speaking from experience, I'm pretty sure that completely depriving a human of any communication or entertainment for years (decades??) will fuck someone up.

There's some sort of noise around the door. It's happened a few times, usually someone who broke in trying to get into the room before discovering it's boarded up. I don't know who boarded up this room, but I'd like to have a talk with them. Only a little murder included. So I don't get my hopes up too much. They're not going to get in.

So maybe I get a little excited when for the first time, I actually DO hear the door crack open and light pour in.

Holy shit, it's happening.

I can finally get out of here.

I felt nearly manic at the sight. So imagine my thoughts when someone walked in.

I freeze. What do I do?

There is so much I want to say.

Can I even talk?

I don't know anymore.

Who is this?

I try to look at them without moving. Nobody I recognize. That's probably a good thing.

If I move, I might scare them.

On one hand, then I'd be able to leave.

But on the other hand, I need to talk to someone, ANYONE, so bad that I can't let then leave already.

So I stay still while they approach.

They must not be deterred by the sight of me, surprisingly, because they crouch down beside me like I'm not... like this.

"What the hell are you?" They laugh under their breath. Wow, okay. First words spoken to me in this long. I deserve that, though.

I need to talk so bad but how am I supposed to talk to anyone now? I don't even remember how it works, let alone if I physically could. I pray they'll ask a yes-or-no question soon.

They stand back up.

No. No, no, no, not already. They can't leave. I have to risk it.

I try my best to tell them not to go. It comes out as more of a noise you'd make on your deathbed, but it's enough to get them to stop in their tracks.

"No. Nope, I am NOT being your horror movie protagonist who dies first, nope. Not today." They turn to run out the door. This time I'm prepared. Kind of.

"No-" I manage to choke out before realizing how much it hurts to speak, and very pathetically falling against the wall in pain. I have to get the message through, though. "Don't go."

"Hooly shit." The person stares at me in horror. "I have so many questions."

Talking hurts so bad, but nothing hurts worse than my indescribable loneliness, so I'll just have to deal with that later. I have to say something.

"Me too."

[brighttears]

Bask

Joel xreader

No physical description, gender natural, no use of y/n

Summary: You teach Joel how to enjoy the rain. When Ellie joins you, it’s picture perfect.

Word count: 914

Warnings: non just sickeningly wholesome

A/n: keeping my streak of posting every day because i am insane

—

It hadn’t rained in a while. To Joel, the rain was an annoyance, a pain in the ass, and Ellie hated it, dripping from the ceiling seemingly wherever she happened to be. You, on the other hand, were thrilled. It was dusk when the rains started dropping and it took awhile to figure out what you could do to keep warm, dry, and safe in the decaying house you had decided to spend the night in. And while yes, it was decaying, you’re lucky you had decided to walk the couple extra miles instead of staying outside that night. You rushed through helping Ellie and Joel secure the house from the storm, the minute you were all satisfied, walking straight through the living room—where your sleeping bags were set out, Ellie laying on her back reading her book of puns, and Joel cleaning his rifle—into the kitchen to the back door.

Joel caught you. “Where're you goin’?”

“Outside.”

“Outside, why?”

“To run around in the rain.”

“To run around in the rain?”

“Yes, to run around in the rain. Wanna join me?”

Joel’s face was twisted in utter bewilderment. “No.”

“Okay.” you shrug, smiling, and turn back to head outside.

“You shouldn’t go out there.” Joel cautioned.

“Why not?”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“Well if I do, I won’t complain about it and I’ll let you say ‘I told ya so.’ Also, it’s the middle of summer, Joel.”

“Well, still, it’s gett’n dark out.”

“I won’t be out for long, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Well I’m gonna fuckin’ worry. You shouldn’t be there alone, in the dark, in pourin’ fuckin’ rain."

“Then come with me.”

“No, I—“

“Fuck, Joel, I haven’t been able to do this in so long. I’ll be out there for ten minutes. I will be fine.” Before Joel can say another word you’re out into the backyard, the screened backdoor banging twice behind you.

This is summer rain, warm with thick air. You breathe it in as soon as it hits your lungs and a smile runs out of you. You have to stop yourself from squealing in delight as you begin to bounce and dance through the tall, weedy backyard grass being showered in rain.

It’s wildly rejuvenating. You appreciate every second, taking in every drop on your skin, the feeling of mud and drowning grass in between your toes, the sound of raindrops on the leaves of the trees above you.

After a while you hear the backdoor slam twice. You figured it must be Ellie, but it’s Joel who’s standing awkwardly just outside the door. The idea of sharing this with Joel makes you almost giddy. You bound over and reach your hands out for his, he lifts them up with little enthusiasm but follows you as you pull him out. He can’t help a smile when he sees you beaming.

In the music of the rainstorm you guide Joel along to dance and jump with you. He’s acting like you pulled him out there, pride ruining his own fun, but if you keep it up for long enough, he’ll break. It doesn't take him that long to give in and start moving to your tempo. As you go, Joel pulls out some real dance moves, pushing and pulling you to his left and right, raising his hand up to twirl you. You’re giggling and he’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

The sun has set but there's still enough light out to be able to see, everything shaded gray and blue.

The only sound from you both is laughing, but he catches the ‘told you so’ in your eyes.

You spin and spin in each other’s arms.

Joel feels the rain melting away the dirt and grime and blood that covers him, washing away his coarseness, smoothing his skin, the slick rain on your hands polish each other’s. He’s barely aware of where he is, relying on your direction, so all he has to focus on is you, how he can feel your laugh when he bumps you into him, how the water spins off your hair as you do.

These moments in the dusk, washed clean and pure, never letting go of you, it overwhelms him. As the heavens part, you’re in front of him, and you’ve never been more beautiful than you are now, soaking wet, smiling like it's 2003, your hands never leaving his. And so it overtakes him, and he slips an arm around your waist to pull you in and kiss you. It’s wet and warm and pure.

You’ve slowed to stillness and brought your hands up to his neck and face to steady yourself and kiss him deeper. With your eyes closed, all there is the rush of the rain in your ears, his lips, and your bodies, summer warm, pressed against each other. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but eventually, he pulls away, hands holding your face, and you open your eyes to each other.

The backdoor bangs twice and here comes Ellie, beaming like she does as she bounds over. You throw your hands up in excitement and take her hand in yours and the other in Joels and you three spin together in the drowning grass, heavy rain and thick air.

And you’re getting away with it, the blind joy, with having fun, being alive, living, being a family, dancing in your backyard in a warm summer rainstorm.

[sherlockholmes-real]

Kinktober day 5- Against a Wall

Sherlock BBC- Johnlock

Most of the people apart from Lestrade and John disliked Sherlock at Scotland Yard. Which makes sense. He is a bit of an ass. Sherlock likes to really think it doesn't get to him, and most of the time, it doesn't, but he can only get called a freak so many times before it starts to.

He never talks about it with anyone because it's not that serious. And even though John might not be the best at deductions, he can tell when Sherlock makes that slight micro-expression at the words Donovan calls him.

Today was especially berating. He said one thing that pissed her off, and there she went with the string of insults coming at him. Sure, he was a prick at times, but that's just who he is.

"You know that's not true, right?" John asked him, Sherlock looked up front whatever it was he was writing.

"What are you on about, John?" Sherlock said looking annoyed.

John pauses for a moment, "all the stuff Donovan says to you."

He shrugs in response, "I don't care what she says."

John takes a step closer to him, "Yes, you do."

"Are you trying to deduce me, John?" He says a little bit jokingly, looking John in the eyes.

"I'm not trying to deduce you, I am deducing you, and I deduce that it hurts your feelings." John looks slightly proud of himself.

"My feelings are hardly susceptible to change, and they don't get hurt, thats a physical aspect of a person, not a mental." Sherlock says, looking back down at the case file. He seems to be done with this conversation.

John decides to drop it and just bring it back up when they're home later.

~~~

They don't end up at home that night, though. They end up on a probably many hour long case. There was a murder of a lady not much different than what they were used to. Sherlock was doing his thing, pacing around the room. Everyone was quiet. Everyone except Donovan and Anderson muttering to Sherlocks disdain. "Can you shut up?" He snapped at the two of them.

Donovans eyes narrowed in his direction. "If you're so good at this, can't you use your freaky powers while we talk?"

"No, actually, your voice is like nails on a chalkboard to my brain. Quiet." Sherlock sighs placing his fingers to his temples.

She looks over to Lestrade, "If we keep working with weirdos like this, I'm going to scream. Look at him, he's a fucking freak, he's never been smart, he's just lucky." Throwing her hands up in the air when Lestrade and John give her a look essentially saying 'what the fuck' she leaves and Anderson follows.

Sherlock stands there for a moment, eyes wide and upset looking, not usually one to show emotion on his face like that John was concerned, to say the least. He stormed out of the room in an uncharacteristic display of emotion.

"Are you gonna-" Lestrade started to say

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go get him." John sighed and started to walk towards the door Sherlock went through.

"Okay, good, because he likes you more than me, and well, you know." Lestrade was just rambling as John walked away.

He walked through the door and down the hallway. Even though he didn't know this building, he assumed he'd know where Sherlock would go pretty well. He looks around and then opens another door to the outside into an alleyway. There's Sherlock, not crying, not hitting things, just standing there. He's thinking John can tell by the look on his face. "Sherlock?" John walks over to him slowly.

He turns to look at John, his expression softening, "Do you think I'm a freak, John?"

John looks shocked by the question, "Absolutely not, I think you're the most brilliant man I've ever met."

"That's what I assumed, but I'm never quite sure about that." Sherlock smiled slightly.

John takes another step closer, the two closer than they had been in most situations ever, "Don't doubt it, Sherlock, you're perfect."

"I'm far from it." Sherlock sighs, he likes being close to John, the cold air bitter against his face, he's inches from everything he's ever wanted.

"Hardly, you're perfect in your own, Sherlock way." John pauses, his hand reaching up to hold Sherlocks face, "My perfect, Sherlock Holmes."

"John, I-" Sherlock stuttered for probably the first time in his life ever.

"Can I show you just how perfect you are?" John was asking him for permission to do exactly what Sherlock thought he was doing.

He stared at John for a second, "Yes." He blinked, "Please do."

John leaned in slowly for a kiss, and Sherlock reciprocated quickly. He had never really done anything like this, but he knew he wanted to do it with John. Sherlock leaned down more to further intensify the kiss, and John pulled him in closer by the waist. They were flush against each other, the heat evident. The cold is hardly even remeberable now.

John pulls away for just a moment, "You're so perfect, don't forget it."

"It's hard for me to forget things, I mean, logically." Sherlock started to say before John shut him up by kissing him again. John's tongue slipped into Sherlocks, and they were making out. Sherlock had never made out with anyone. He had crushes before but never more than that. He never would have thought John would be doing this to him, and he was just giving in to it. He's really happy its John though, he might not be the best with emotions but he knows he's been in love with John since they day they met and that's what matters to him.

He leaned into it, did it just the way his body told him to, and John, he had experience, but it had never felt like this. So electric and powerful. He pushed Sherlock up against the cold brick of the wall, his knee between Sherlocks leg keeping him pulled down to where he could reach him easily.

Sherlock wasn't sure what to do with his hands really, he settled for one on John's neck and the other on his face, sort of caressing his face. John's hands, though, started to trail down a bit to feel Sherlock through his tight dress trousers. He was already rock hard, and John smiled into the kiss slightly. Sherlock rocked his hips into John's hand involuntarily, and John laughs a little bit. John pulls sway from the kiss, and Sherlock leans into him, wanting more. "So needy Sherlock, how long have you wanted this?" John asks him, rubbing his hand ever so slightly on the others cock.

"A long time," he let's out a small sound of relief, "one year, seven months, and thirteen days to be exact."

"Leave it to you to know the exact day and time. What is that date?" John asks him.

"Mmhm, that's uh," Sherlock moans, "that's the day we met."

"How romantic of you, see look Sherlock, the more you tell me the more perfect you are." John says quietly, and Sherlocks' expression changes almost as if the words turned him on more. He starts to remove Sherlocks trousers, pulling them down to his ankles. He then pulls down Sherlocks underwear, his dick fully erect and begging for attention. He then pulls off his own, and Sherlock watches in pure awe.

"We don't have any lube, so I'm gonna have to use spit. Is that okay, love?" John asks Sherlock, and he nods, face flushed. John prods his fingers into Sherlocks mouth, "Suck." He complies and sucks on the fingers as he was told. Once John decides it's probably good enough, he pulls his fingers from Sherlocks mouth. He uses his other hand to turn the taller man around and push him once again up against the wall.

His finger pushes against the tight ring of muscle. Once his first finger is in and moving with a decent pace, he adds the second. Sherlock pushes himself against John's fingers, wanting him to go deeper into him. John moves his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying to open Sherlock up as much as possible. John then decides that he's loose enough for him to get in there he spits into his hand and lubes up his dick as much as possible.

"Are you ready, Sherlock?" John asks him, his hand rubbing his lower back.

"Yes, just put the damn thing in me." Sherlock whines getting impatient. John complies and pushes his dick in slowly inch by inch. The spit isn't the best lube, but it's not dry, and that's what matters. John finally gets all the way in, and Sherlock starts to rock his hips back and forth.

"God, you're so beautiful, Sherlock, such a perfect man just for me," John pulls his hips back and then pushes back into Sherlock, causing him to whimper, "such a good boy." John says rubbing Sherlocks back while he fucks into him.

Sherlock wiggles slightly his legs obviously getting wobbly, John presses his chest to Sherlocks back, fucking him harder essentially into the hard brick wall. Sherlock lets out a string of curse words and whimpery moans. If nobody heard him, he'd be surprised. He didn't really mind at the moment though, he probably wouldn't care either way, what he cared about was John Watson was fucking him and it felt so damn good.

John as he was edging closer, drug his hand down to feel Sherlocks quivering cock. He jerked off Sherlock at the same pace in which he fucked him. "John, I feel like I'm about to cum."

"Good, that's good, cum for me? Can you cum for me Sherlock." He whispered in his ear his thrusts getting shakier. Sherlock nodded his forehead against the cold wall. "Yes, fuck yes." With those words he came all over the wall, his cum splattering looking like a paint job gone wrong. A few moments after he came John also was cumming, he decided to pull out of Sherlock, mostly because they were still working and he also came on the wall next to him.

Sherlock stayed there, his forehead pressed against the wall for a moment before the cold air hit him, "John." He spoke.

John pulling his pants on, "Yes Sherlock?"

"You did mean it, right?" Sherlock asked. He wasn't the most sexually smart person.

"The sex?" John responded.

"Yeah."

John smiles, lightly placing a kiss onto Sherlocks lips, "Of course I did."

(Sorry, my posts have been so out of wack, I'm gonna get them back on track. I've just been away on vacation.)

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

The Secret's out Part 4

An: I have no Idea how this started out as Christian and the readers' relationship getting leaked to becoming a whole ass horror movie. This will most likely be the last part! This part is also written in Christian’s pov because I felt like switching it up! Hope you enjoy and thank you all for the love on this story! 

Word count: 2153

Warnings: Violence, swearing, weapons, serious stalking, overall horror vibes

Summary: LuFisto kept her promise, making sure to make Y/n’s life miserable. Death threats, stalking and harassment ruining the family. It didn’t help that she was 8 months pregnant and now on bed rest. What happens when one stormy night their worst nightmare comes true. 

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Christian’s Pov: 

I remember Y/n telling me about the night terrors she used to get when she was a kid. They had gotten so bad that she got sent to a sleep clinic, which seemed to do the trick. Now here we are 25 years later experiencing the same thing. Although she said they were not the same as when she was a kid, she didn’t wake up screaming or crying but the waking up in a cold sweat, confusion, scared, paranoia and insomnia remained. It hurt me seeing her like this. 

I wasn’t a doctor but I knew this stress wouldn't be good for the baby. This drama with LuFisto had gone too far, she was sending us death threats. Isla was getting home schooled and Y/n was always worried that someone was out to get her. Of course if you have a stalker one of the first things you would do is get the hell away from wherever it was you were. In the meantime while Y/n and I looked for somewhere else to move we upgraded our security. Most nights having a car outside the home. Although the price was ridiculous I didn’t care we could afford it and if it helped Y/n’s peace of mind I didn’t care. This whole situation was ruining my family. 

Currently I sat in the kitchen, phone in hand. I had called the police for the third time this week and because no one had physically done anything they couldn't help. Just as I was about to head upstairs I noticed Y/n sleeping on the couch. Poor thing hadn't slept in days, doctors advising her to remain in bed for the duration of her pregnancy due to all of the stress. I placed a blanket over her and sat next to her. “I promise, everything is going to be ok. I am going to fix things” I knew Y/n was asleep and won't be able to hear me but my words were true. I took to twitter giving my two cents. ‘I am sick and tired of LuFisto and her goons harassing my family. I’m sure everyone knows that Y/n has done nothing wrong here. She is eight months pregnant and on bedrest because of your bull shit. You have been continuing to stalk us for months and I will be filling a restraining order. My daughter is getting homeschooled and I am not working because of your bullshit. I honestly don’t get it, it has been over a year and we are still dealing with your shit. I would appreciate it if you leave me and my family alone.’ 

I decided that I would join Y/n on the couch this evening. No way I was going to wake her up. Just as I was starting to get comfortable I heard Isla calling me. “Daddy, there is a monster under my bed” I went into her room and turned on the lights, searching under the bed and all over the room proving that there were no monsters. Hoping that she would go back to bed. Just as I was about to leave something caught my eye. I went to the window in Isla’s room and swear I saw someone standing outside next to the large tree in the backyard. I immediately ran outside and was greeted by nothing. I searched the whole yard looking for anything, nothing. By the time I came back inside Y/n had awoken and she was comforting a scared Isla. “Is everything ok?” She asked. I lied, not wanting to scare my already terrified daughter and get Y/n worked up about probably nothing. “Everything is fine. Isla, how about you sleep in our room tonight? Grab your blanket and your stuffies and meet us in our room ok?” She instantly took me up on the offer running up the stairs to grab her things. I walked over to the sliding door to the back yard and made sure it was locked. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” Y/n asked me as she walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You see I’m not crazy. You can see it too, what do you think it wants?” For the past few day’s Y/n had claimed to have seen something outside during the night. I went and looked for whatever it was she saw and always found nothing, this time I saw it with my own eyes. I didn’t know what to even say. I wasn’t scared, more creeped out, I was mainly angry at the fact that we had a stalker. “I don’t know” was the only words I could say. My brain was too invested in whatever it was that I saw. “How much longer until we can leave?” Y/n asked me as she lit some incense. I turned to look at her, meeting her green eyes before I looked at the boxes around the room. We had finally found a place to move, hopefully it would be temporary until we found a nicer home but the sooner we got out of this place the better. “Mover’s are coming next week, hopefully we get everything done within a day” I told her. Y/n gave me a sad smile before saying “We should go to bed, busy day tomorrow” to which I followed her. I tried to sleep but the uneasy feeling of being watched never left. 

***

It had been a few days since I saw that creature outside. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Everything had pretty much been packed away in boxes, waiting for the movers to take our things for the new home. I woke up this morning with a gut feeling that something was wrong and I knew Y/n felt it too. I sent Isla to be with my mother for the weekend so she didn’t need to deal with this. I felt like my life had become some kind of horror movie. Hard rain and fog setting the mood for this spring day. Y/n had been clensing the house everyday for the past few months, I’m not too sure exactly how that stuff works but I know Y/n. I trusted her that whatever witchcraft she was doing would help in some way. Last night the house alarm went off and I swear I heard someone walking downstairs but when I got there I saw nothing. That had been going on for the past two nights in a row and something told me today would be no different. I went downstairs to grab a few flashlights and lanterns in case the power went out due to the storm.

 As I looked in the dark closet I heard something. It sounded like someone had left the tv on. Going into our home theater I watched the image that played on the tv. It was Y/n’s and LuFisto’s match. That was weird, I was pretty sure no one went down there today and I just found it weird how of all the things that had to be playing. It freaked me out, the weird things just kept happening. Just then I heard Y/n scream. “Christian!, Christian, There is someone in the pool. Christian Cage I swear-!” I ran up the stairs to try and get to Y/n. I guess the basement door closed behind me and for some reason it didn’t open. We didn’t have a lock on the door or anything but It felt as if someone was leaning against the door, preventing me from opening it. When I finally got the door open I saw Y/n running towards me. “There is someone outside, floating in the pool.” I started walking towards the backdoor when I stopped in my tracks. There was something outside. I saw what looked like a person floating face down in our swimming pool. Whatever it was looked dead, I looked away for a second, going to reach the biggest knife we had to confront whatever it was that was outside. Just then I heard “It moved” I looked back and it was gone. Still, I told Y/n to call the cops and I went into the backyard. When I came back Y/n had tears in her eyes. “I promise I’m not crazy. You believe me right?” I knew what I saw, she was not crazy and if she was then I was crazy too. “No honey, I believe you” I told her, trying to give her a hug despite the bump in the way. 

For a few moments we just stood there in silence, just then I felt a kick. “Did you feel that?” 

“Yeah, she’s been very active” I knew it was only a matter of time before our daughter would be born and we had to create some stability within our life. This is no way to raise a child. 

Just then I felt my stomach drop. I heard glass shattering and looked up to see the glass sliding door that led to the backyard had shattered. Someone threw a brick wrapped in some sort of material through the glass, landing only a few feet away from us. Now it really felt like a horror movie. The storm had died down but night came fast, darkness surrounding us. With just my luck the power just had to shut off and I heard it. Footsteps, the porch creaked as the footsteps became louder and closer. “The cops are on their way right?” I asked Y/n “Yeah I called them, hopefully they will come soon” I grabbed the knife and Y/n stood behind me holding a bat. “I am going to kill that fucker” I muttered mostly to myself. 

In a matter of minutes that thing stood in front of me. Although it wasn’t armed you could tell that it wanted to inflict harm. Y/n and I stood back to back, she faced the front door and I faced the back. Just then the doorbell rang. “Why did you let me get that creepy doorbell?” Y/n asked, as the bell rang throughout the mostly empty house. She went to the door, trying to look at who it was, hopefully it was the cops. Of course it wasn’t, It was LuFisto. “It’s LuFisto, I’m still going to open the door. I’m going to bash that bitches brains in with this bat” I heard Y/n yell. 

She opened the door and like she said, whacked LuFisto in the head with the bat, causing her to fall to her knees. Y/n just kept hitting her with the bat, causing LuFisto to scream out in agony. On my end the mutated person who stood in front of me did nothing. Standing a few feet in front of me doing nothing. Just then the creature pulled a gun out of its pocket, shit. “Umm Y/n, I think you should stop” She turned and I heard the bat drop. She saw the gun pointed directly at her. I never broke, keeping eye contact with the creacher standing confidently showing that I was not scared even though I was terrified.

Just then as if on cue, I hear sirens coming down the street. Finally, just then I heard a shot. I looked and thankfully Y/n was fine. The bullet had completely missed, hitting the front window next to the door instead. Just then I heard several police officers enter and they yelled to drop our weapons to which I did no problem. The creacher did not. 

I stood next to Y/n as we watched LuFisto and that thing get arrested and put into the back of a cop car. We both gave our statements and handed over all of the security footage we had. Luckily for us everything was on film. Weeks of stalking and harassment filmed as proof, hopefully leading to some serious jail time. For the first time in a long time I felt relieved, things should go back to normal. We were safe now. 

..............

The past year has been the craziest year of my life. It didn’t even seem real, this was something from a sick movie. If this taught me anything it would be to live in the moment and not take things for granted. Hold the ones you love close and remind them how much they mean to you. This whole experience made me realize how much I loved Y/n, the things we went through together making our bond stronger than it was before. I was so in love with her and would do anything for her, anything for this baby. Anything to keep them safe, this sick and twisted experience made me realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Y/n. I was going to Marry her!

[gabzlovesu]

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍”

╰ ft. rekka hoshimiya

warnings: stalker!rekka, fem!reader, desecrating a church, admonishing the reader for saying God’s name, creampie & unprotected sex, bruising/hickies, calls reader a ‘slut’

please understand that i am not endorsing sexual acts being performed on religious/sacred grounds nor promoting any type of religion or religious beliefs!

☆ PLEASE READ MY RULES/BYF BEFORE INTERACTING ! MINORS DNI ! ☆

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

Loud thunder claps over the towering nave of the cathedral and lightning flashes through the stained glass, illuminating the sinful act happening between the pews. You, skin-to-skin with the man that has plagued your mind for months since he stood outside your bedroom door. If anyone saw you desecrating the precious cathedral of Company 1, you would be removed from the team and stripped from your title as a sister… just like you were stripped of your tunic only moments ago.

It was wrong, so very wrong but you could only focus on the pleasure consuming you — him consuming you. And you let him because as much as you intrigued him, you were also enthralled by his unpredictable nature.

Rekka Hoshimiya was an enigma that you wanted to learn about, and tonight you learned how it felt to have his hands caress every inch of you, how it felt to have his lips on yours, and how it felt to have him so deep inside of you that he could feel your heartbeat with his dick. Every single aspect of the lieutenant was etched into your memory.

You brace yourself on his shoulders and throw your head back in bliss as you ride him to oblivion, your sweet moans drown out the groaning of the old, wooden pew and only fuel his desire to possess every part of you.

He started with your mind. Toying with you and making his presence known while never truly revealing himself as he stalked you in the dark halls at night. He began to leave flowers and pictures he took of you when you didn’t expect prying eyes.

Then it turned physical. Rekka had frightened you one night when you woke up and saw him standing in front of the bed. You knew not to scream…and the truth is you didn’t want to scream. A wise person would stay away and get help, but you found yourself drifting closer to his eerie figure, letting him trace the side of your face with a cold finger before leaving your room. How he acted in the shadows at night with you was so different from how he was during the day with everyone else.

So you knew what you were getting into when you walked into the cathedral tonight, white lace hidden beneath your tunic just for him. He had started to taint your pure soul with his darkness and you were willing to let him finish.

“Take it, this is what you wanted right? So take it like the slut you are.” Rekka grabs your slowing hips and slams you down onto his dick, over and over til it has you seeing stars.

“Oh God,” you cry out and dig your nails into his already scarred back.

“God can’t save you right now.” He pulls you closer by the cross necklace dawning your neck. “And don’t ever call His name while I’m fucking you.”

You’re so lost in the fog of lust that you just shake your head, absentmindedly agreeing to his command. Rekka can do as he pleases with you as long as he didn’t stop, you wanted to reach your release with him inside of you so he could feel your pussy flutter around his shaft and your sweet cream drip down to his heavy balls. Just the thought of it has you clenching with excitement and you earn a groan of pleasure from the red-head.

For a second he reciprocated you, throwing his head over the back of the pew, slipping into pure bliss — but it’s short-lived, deciding that your breasts were a better spot. He kisses over the hickies that he painted upon your skin as an apology before turning his attention to your nipple, sucking and pulling while tweaking the other between his fingers. A trail of spit follows as he switches to enclose the other in his warm mouth.

Your hands find refuge in his hair, tangling with the red strands as you try to pull him impossibly closer. Rekka’s grip on your ass becomes bruising as he tries to do the same, both of you chasing a high that was so close. You were sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest. It wasn’t from excitement or the thrill of getting caught that had it racing a mile or minute, it was the fact that you knew you weren’t ascending to heaven but instead falling into the depths of darkness with him.

As you struggle to breathe something inside of you suddenly snaps and causes you to come undone in his hold. Even though you lay on him totally spent, there’s no rest for you as he continues to hit your spongy sweet spot.

The wooden pew trembles under the forcefulness of his thrusts. It only takes a few more for his movements to get sloppy. His own release catches him by surprise before he lets himself get engulfed by your drenched pussy one last time and remains there for a minute.

As heart rates slow and breathing returns to normal, the thin veil of lust is lifted to reveal you lying there in the arms of a sinner.

TAGLIST FORM

tags: @hungrynessforfics @rinhoes @indiecursor @protectpancakes @fight-me-bitch @nneedynymph @po3ticb3auty @haitani-plague @festive @apollostears @thenerdyrebel @4ngrysgf @urwifey2 @picayunne @kookieflvr @woahhajime @syomi @chrolloderulo @kutosznn @takemichiluvr @sweeneyblue1 @tyga-lily @jeanslove @getoswhore @thicksimpx @sakurashell @38riku @sookisaurus @wiserebelpartypie @sleepy3 @yuujilove @imperatorkhaleesi @sukunas-left-nut-sack @510hz @diorsbrando @chaoticevilbakugo @xxrwzy @wh0reforlevi @nekoriots @yeagerfushiguro @chaotic-fangirl-blog @sftbunny-blog @dukina @momoewn @thithesandofferings @justdevine @chittakii @breyspage @queenbeenafit @alessiamargaux @anymouse773

[juneyjubilation]

Headcanons and Drafting for a Liu Woods x NB!Reader Fanfic

A/N: Hello! I have been writing on tumblr for near a decade now and am starting a new account to clear up my feed for everyone! I’m going to be revamping my writings from my previous account and reposting them on here as well.  This is to keep myself accountable, and also for y’all to see details on future fanfics :))

_ _ _

+ Grew up in a strict religious household, who’s mother reigned with an iron first and father was negligent. They were manipulative– the parents were rich and would love bomb on the boys if they grew distant or too cold towards them. There was a constant push and pull in the household.

+ If Liu or Jeff committed what his mom considered sins she would not refrain from corporal punishment, or cruel and unusual methods.

+ Liu would try and take the brunt of most of it to protect Jeff

+ Liu is the older brother, I will not change my mind on that. Simply cannot. 

+ Liu suffers from DID, having three tangible alters. Liu himself is the host, Sully the persecutor, Dara the Internal Self-Helper(Gate Keeper), Orpheus the protector.  + Liu’s Bio: Liu used to be a very outgoing person. He was defined as an extrovert, and was very popular in his group of peers. He wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for others outside of his household. He also cared for Jeff deeply, and wanted to protect him all he could. With how his parents were, all he could really do was take the blame off his little brother, and redirect their fury. However, after the incident, he’s more of just a shell of his former self. He’s quiet and aloof, standing back to observe more than to go right on in. Similar to Sully, he is very slow to trust. It is possible to get close to him though, and only then would aspects of his old self shine through. Once he is comfortable though he is physically affectionate, adoring touching people even if it’s just standing shoulder to shoulder. He has to feel very safe though in order to do so. He is a goofball with bad old man puns and an aloof sense of humor. He collects cool rocks he sees even if it’s from the rocks that are surrounding shrubbery outside of businesses. He himself has a fondness for sweets, usually candies defined as “old people candy,” but that’s partially due to the fond memories he had of his grandparents. Liu wears graphic tees, like the ones that say “MILF - man i love frogs” and shit like that. He wears a tattered canvas type jacket over top and fingerless gloves, he prefers pants with a bit of leg room like puffy ones that tuck well into his boots. He does steal Sully’s jewelry though. His bracelet is a forest green, gray, and black.

+ Sullys Bio: Sully is the trauma holder, carrying the weight of everything that was done to Liu. He carries that anger and brandishes it like a weapon. He is vindictive, aggressive, and very deeply hurt. He is stubborn and refuses to let people close to him, because in his eyes anyone who’s ever gotten close to him has used it to either hurt him or for their own personal gain. He likes spicy food, like noodle bowls and salt and vinegar chips. He wears intense layers, like a long sleeve with a button up and a coat with tattered arm socks and a bunch of necklaces. Eclectic fashion in muted tones. Has the psychobiological difference that he is allergic to pollen and has severe allergies. His friendship tie is a deep red, bright red, and black. He was developed as a direct cause of what happened with Jeff Sully formed when he was attacked by Jeff.

+ Daras Bio: Dara is in his own eyes a healer, he is able to calm down even the most intense moods and guide Liu through all stages of life. He is calm and rational, and very protective of the few people who are in the system, and has the most empathy for those outside of it. He acts as a second brother for Liu, being more like how Liu himself used to act for Jeff. He loves fruit, but is not a candy person. Loves blueberry pie and lemon flavored baked goods. He is a hobbyist who loves to bounce between sewing projects.HE MADE THEIR SCARF He dresses very academically in sweater vests and corduroy pants, and takes pride in dainty jewelry. He has made tie friendship bracelets in different colors so it is easy to identify who is in control at that time. His is a soft blue white and gray. He was developed at a young age, technically a fracture of Liu when he was a child He was a source of comfort when Liu was being abused by his parents.

+ Orpheus Bio: Orpheus is the sole reason Liu is alive, especially with the reckless shit that Sully pulls. He is cunning and resourceful, he is like a quiet but gentle giant. He keeps track of their belongings so they dont get lost between switches, he is stern like a grumpy but doting father. Very paternal, but also ominous and threatening. He wears casual t shirts with flannels and distressed jeans. He loves to cook, and seriously thrives in a kitchen. His favorite foods are savory like steak and potato stew.  He is honestly the only reason these mfers eat. His colors on the wristband are violet, indigo, and magenta. Orpheus was forming in the jail cell for self preservation, but only fully stabilized and showed himself when Sully killed the nurse watching over them.

+ Liu and Sully would be attempting to hunt down Jeff. Dara is desperately trying to keep peace in the headspace, and Orpheus is living purely off of survival instincts. Individually they all are working towards separate goals, though. + Liu wants to find his brother, and save him. He believes if he fixes his brother, miraculously things may work out

+ Sully wants nothing more than to kill Jeff, and anyone who gets in his way will meet the same fate.

+ Dara wants to live. He simply wants to be happy. He wants a normal life, in a small apartment with a cat. He wants to work in a library and spend the rest of his days reading. 

+ Orpheus is tied to stopping Sully or cleaning up the aftermath so that Liu can get away easily. But he wants to live similarly to Dara, he wants a spouse and a child to care for and dote on. He wants a career and a normal life as well.

+ Suffice to say that he is constantly dealing with inner turmoil.

+ Reader in this fic is a server at a shitty bar and grill. They live in a one bedroom apartment with shitty landlords and a cat smuggled into it. The cat is a black cat named Ricky. They named it that for the fact that when they lecture the naughty cat they wanted it to be a human name.

+ I am sick and tired of having the protagonist be squeamish and super empathetic. I want an adhd character whose head is going a million miles an hour, and is whimsical yet deadpan. I want a character who looks at graphic shit and goes “huh.. Thats fucking gross. Ig?” and stores that shit away. They don’t know how to talk to people but they also have no filter so when some of the sweetest most poetic shit you’ve heard in your life comes from them you’re shocked because a few minutes prior they were pondering how difficult it would be to beat a karen to death with a spoon.

+ I want to write a character who lacks judgment in those around them because they firmly believe that there is so much wrong with them that they have no room to judge others.

+ The reader is the concerned parental friend.

Events I want to happen but in no particular order: + Reader actively falling asleep in bed, whilst Liu lays on the floor next to the bed staring directly at the ceiling. Upon sleepily noticing this they drop their hand down off the edge of the bed, taking his hand into theirs and giving a kind squeeze. Liu’s heart is like pounding out of his chest but he keeps holding it, hes holding it gradually tighter and tighter and can feel tears in his eyes, but composes and loosens up and falls asleep. 

+ The reader not having to ask liu if he has DID, they’re not clueless. They look up his symptoms and learns about it, waiting til he’s comfortable telling them. 

+ The reader looking up grounding methods and using their own techniques to help him come down from rage, mania, and anxiety.

+ Sully enraged because the reader has been seriously injured and going fucking ballistic.

+ Orpheus joining you to cook in the kitchen, humming quietly as you dance through the small kitchen nook.

+ Dara comforting the reader after a long day at work where they’re nonverbal and exasperated to the point of tears.

+ The reader comforts Dara and tells him it’s okay to feel things and process emotions for himself and not just help other people through theirs. 

+ Sneeze shifts

_ _ _  A/N: Thank you so much for stopping by you guys! This is in the works currently and will be a multi chapter fanfic that I will be cross posting on AO3! :))

[oscarpiastriwdc]

the little landoscar in standing at your door gave me life and the fact that in your mind its canon that lando is a misdiagnosed carrier as well and oscar is too blind with fondness to notice he got him pregnant is just way too funny to me—it’s so them. also oscar’s mum taking one like at lando and going “buy a pregnancy test” takes me out. would love if you actually wrote a little story about it but in the end it’s totally up to you hihi.

also love the single dad charles idea, it’s so hilarious

A tiny snippet of unknowingly pregnant Lando spending the holidays with Oscar's family:

Lando has met Oscar's family before, at races and random McLaren events, but spending the holidays with Oscar's family in Australia is different. Bigger.

It's been an exhausting season. The last two months are a painful blur of jet lag and physical exhaustion and muscle aches and getting unprecedentedly weepy every time he or Oscar are on the podium. Oscar's dad picks them up from the airport, claps Lando on the shoulder and wraps his son in a bear hug that makes Lando coo and Oscar blush. He falls asleep in the backseat of the pickup truck, lulled into a drowsy state by the motion of the vehicle and Oscar's gentle voice telling his dad about the final race.

When they arrive at the house it's just past noon in Melbourne but it's the middle of the night in Monaco; Lando doesn't even manage to greet the rest of Oscar's family before he's out cold.

Lando wakes up a few hours later to an empty bed, disoriented by his surroundings. It's still light outside, and the sun streaming through the window highlights Piastri family photos on the wall. He grins at one of Oscar and his sisters at the zoo, posing like flamingos.

He follows the sound of voices downstairs where he's met with Oscar sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter talking to his mom who's posted at the stovetop.

"Oh hi Lando, dear! How did you sleep?"

"Hi Nicole." Lando steps around the counter into Oscar's mom's open arms pulling him into a hug. "That mattress is amazing."

"How was the flight? I bet you're feeling hungry."

Oscar snorts, makes room at the counter for Lando to join him. "Mum, you don't need to baby us."

"Yes I do, I don't care how fast you drive those cars, while you're under my roof you're still my baby. Oscar told me you don't like fish but you do like chicken tenders, so I made sure to pick some up at the grocery store. I'll pop some in the oven, how's that?"

"That sounds good, thank you."

"Of course, dear." Oscar's mom sets to preheating the oven, removing the frozen chicken tenders from the freezer, and arranging them on a tray while she asks Lando about Quadrant and his parents and plans for the rest of the holidays. The chicken tenders go in the oven and, soon, the kitchen is filled with the scent.

Lando's stomach turns. He must make a face because Oscar turns to look at him.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just jet lag."

Oscar's mom glances at them before removing the tray from the oven. Lando catches another whiff of the chicken and gags the way he only ever does when faced with fish. Oscar rubs a hand up and down Lando's back, soothing him.

The tenders get plated and slid across the counter. Lando picks one up, aware of the way Oscar's mom scrutinizes him, and nibbles a bite out. He has to force himself not to spit the food out.

"Have you been having unprotected sex?"

At that question, Lando does spit out his food while Oscar turns bright red.

"Mum!"

Oscar's mom tuts. "Calm down, Oscar. I'm going to run to the pharmacy, I'll be back in half an hour. Your sisters should be around if you need anything." With that, she promptly exits the kitchen, fetches her purse, and heads out the front door.

"What was that all about, Osc?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Well she's your mum, isn't she?"

Oscar and Lando bicker for a minute before they're distracted again, resulting in an impromptu make-out session on Oscar's parent's couch. They break apart and shuffle to opposite sides of the couch when Oscar hears the front door opening and pushes himself off Lando.

Oscar's mom marches in and sets a box down on the coffee table. Lando leans in to inspect. It's a pregnancy test.

"There's no way Oscar's pregnant, he never tops–"

Oscar throws his hand over Lando's mouth. "Please don't talk about this in front of my mum. And I don't think it's for me."

"Is it for one of your sisters?"

The room is silent while Oscar and his mom stare at Lando with mirrored, unblinking expressions. A minute later, Lando connects the dots.

"Oh. Oh shit."