#but i say it to keep up this facade that i love to uphold of me being clean juice green girl granola yoga skinny skinny skinny skinny !

[g1v3an1nch]

me in my life

[o-sachi]

You're My Sunshine - Various Blue Lock

ᯓ blue lock characters with a cheerful and upbeat s/o ᯓ characters; various blue lock chars. ᯓ tags; fluff, sfw, gn reader, no y/n

[🐟]: Trying out a different format for HCs 'cuz I feel like this works better for this request.

Sunshine x Sunshine

This is perhaps the healthiest of healthy relationships. Being around each other simply feels light and easy because they understand each other by heart. Both of you have a positive outlook on life, wanting to pursue happiness together every step of the way. Most likely, this relationship was a result of a strong foundation of friendship.

You two are always playful with each other, finding ways to keep the spark alive by being spontaneous and adventurous with your relationship. You like randomly bursting into a duet in the middle of cooking dinner or going on picnic dates on a weekend afternoon.

There's a good line of communication between the two of you that keeps the relationship afloat at all times. Although, between important conversations would be a lot of laughter, inside-jokes, and flirty banter. There's never a dull moment between the two of you; that's for sure. And warning: HE WILL TEASE YOU A LOT.

He thinks you're the brightest and most beautiful thing in this world. He'll make sure that you never forget he thinks so. And he will compliment you like craaaazy. He's so downbad for you (wholesome-ly).

Affection—both verbally and physically—are expressed freely and frequently. Neither of you feel the need to hold back on it. You always make it your goal to express your appreciation for each other as you continue to support and push each other forward. It's pretty much a relationship that cultivates growth while being genuinely happy. The type of relationship everyone dreams of, basically.

Isagi, Bachira, Ness, Hiori, Niko, Kurona, Nanase, Charles, Lavinho

Sunshine x Sunshine Protector

Not exactly an opposites attract situation... most of the time at least. But it's more so that he likes to take on the duty to protect you and uphold your well-being at all times. He just thinks you're so precious—vulnerable to the cruelty of the world—and would gladly carry the burden of protecting you from all of that on his back.

It's a bit of mystery to you how he can be closed off to the world but so tender and loving with you. But, hey, why are you going to complain about that? Besides, if you do ask him, he'll just grunt at you and ignore it. Deep down he's having a crisis about it though. The tough guy facade is well-practiced after all.

He isn't the best with words, but he makes up for it through other ways—touch, quality time, acts of services, and so on. He'll gladly sacrifice himself if it meant making you happy. He's so deep down the rabbit hole (which is you), but will never admit it... unless you beg him nicely.

Although, he does offer words of reassurance. They come off as rather... stiff. Their words lack a bit of warmth, but they serve to provide you comfort either way. It's mostly because it sounds like advice—practical words. But sometimes all you need are sweet words to get rid of the fleeting worry. Don't fret; they'll get better somehow.

But there will be the rare times when you give him support and reassurance. Of course, he won't say so—you'll just notice it after being with him for so long. He'll be a bit averted to the idea at first, but will warm up to it soon enough. The strength of your relationship lies in this mutual respect and desire to uplift each other especially in each other's lowest moments.

Kunigami, Barou, Karasu, Kaiser, Gagamaru, Raichi, Sendou, Snuffy

Sunshine x Grumpy

This was one hell of a slow-burn. But was it worth it? Hell yeah. Your dynamic is almost the same as sunshine x sunshine protector, but he's a lot more subtle with his "protecting" and best belief he will deny all softie allegations because of it.

But that's exactly what he is—a big softie for you and for you only. But since he's emotionally constipated, he shows his love in... strange ways, but he swears it's normal. He'll act like he doesn't care most of the time, but he'll always have his eye on you. He'll always reject your silly requests, but will humor you eventually when you start showing those puppy dog eyes (his weakness).

THERE WILL BE TONS OF BANTER. But it will mostly be you laughing and him groaning. You like to tease him a lot, causing him to reward you with the nickname "brat". He says so affectionately, of course. Sometimes he'll even tease you back just to shut you up. It works like magic by the way.

One thing he hates the most is to see you cry and he hates it even more if he was the reason for those tears. As much as you don't want to fall apart in front of him—there are rare moments when his callousness gets to you. Suddenly, he no longer cares about keeping up his icy exterior; he'd drop it all for you. He'll scoop you up in his arms and tell you the sweetest things he had never uttered before in his life.

He sincerely thinks you're the best thing in his life. Even though he's so cold and detached, you managed to melt away some of that ice. You balance each other well and that's what keeps the relationship going.

Rin, Sae, Noel

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[lilac-gold]

i know that this is just a part of how omori's fight system operates, but i find it very interesting that we are able to make memes like the one pictured below considering all we know about hero's character throughout omori, both in the real world and in headspace

this meme is made by using hero's "smile" skill as well as a rain cloud, sad poem or anything else that inflicts a sad emotion on him. hero's skills are primarily always either food-based healing (e.g. "cook", "fast food", "homemade jam", "snack time") or some form of charisma (e.g. "captivate", "mesmerise", "enchant", "dazzle"). it's hero's job to be the support of their team, and to use his pleasant demeanor and appearance as a distraction.

no matter which emotion hero has, he can still use every one of those skills. it is of no relevance how he feels as long as he can uphold his designated role as a charmer and a healer.

now, consider real world hero's way of dealing with things, which is that he simply doesn't. when he returns to faraway, he's there for everyone else, appearing on the surface to be completely fine and content, and simply not acknowledging his own trauma. he puts on a constant facade of normalcy and perfection. because to hero, it doesn't matter which emotion he has, he can still use every one of his skills. it is of no relevance how he feels as long as he can uphold his designated role as a charmer and a healer.

hero would bend over backwards to please others. he canonically has depression, but would much rather be someone else's shoulder to cry on than admit he's not okay. everyone puts him on a pedestal, viewing him as a sort of ideal to look up to. sunny does it. kel does it. his parents do it. even hero himself does.

i think that's part of the reason why he's so often overlooked by the fandom: hero's unrealistically perfect, but that's exactly the point. he forces those expectations on himself, forces himself to earn trophies and medals even while he struggles to even get out of bed. he smiles despite wanting to do the opposite, because he's not supposed to be depressed. he's hero.

his charm-based skills in headspace alternate between a) reducing foes' attack with a bonus happy effect and b) acting first with all foes targeting him for one turn. hero either dissolves the situation a little, acting like the mediator he always has been, or takes the blunt of the damage for his friends.

he's constantly in the spotlight, in every world.

headspace hero has done a ridiculous amount to help people, from stopping a wildfire to giving up all of his organs, has made such a profound impact on so many lives through his good deeds, and that's recognised. people in headspace adore him.

the conveyor belts at the junkyard are endeared to him. sweetheart falls in love with him. mr jawsum plans to essentially keep him trapped working at the last resort forever. medusa thinks he's "too pretty to sell". hero's worth something to so many people, even when he doesn't want to be.

and that applies to the real world too. he's the only older sibling left for his friends after mari's death. he has to be strong for them, to be that ideal, because they have no-one else to fill that role. he brings kel and aubrey together, rescues sunny and basil, says that they should have a sleepover like "old times". he's trying so hard for everyone else, he can't afford to let himself crumble.

hero's a performer. and we see canonically that he has at least some stage fright from sweetheart's quest for hearts.

sweetheart's an interesting case. i find it interesting that the image above would be found mostly in the fight against her. sweetheart is one of the bosses with a uniquely heightened emotional state, hers being that of happiness in "manic". due to the way the emotion system in battle works (explained to us, funnily enough, by hero himself), it makes sense to oppose sweetheart's mania with sadness, misery, and depression.

so that's what hero does! he has the depressed effect, he'd otherwise look incredibly morose, but as soon as time calls for it, he's got a smile back on his face. we see how uncomfortable he is about her advances, but he gives her a smile that sets into motion a whole separate stream of dialogue where sweetheart proclaims her that she would like to "make [his smile] mine".

hero's the group golden boy. the charmer, the healer, the protector, the older brother, the pillar for them to lean on when things get tough. he knows that he is, and upholds that image to the best of his ability.

that is, until mari dies.

then, he falls into a deep, serious state of depression in the real world, because he's failed. he and mari have strived for perfection their whole lives, only for her to apparently deem it all pointless and leave them behind. hero feels like he wasn't enough, like he never will be, no matter how much he's tried. the faked grins disappear alongside those which were genuine, for how is he supposed to smile when he's given up on the facade?

he stops talking to people. stops going outside. stops helping. he can't do anything but reflect on his perceived failures, and without his pillar of support, the group crumbles to pieces.

hero stays like that for a whole year, until he argues with kel and remembers the reason why he needs to stay alive. this is hurting his brother as much as it is hero, and kel's depending on him to get better. so he does, in a way.

he earns medals and trophies again, helps out again, lives up to expectations then exceeds them even more. he can't bring himself to do the things he enjoys anymore, or talk to the three kids he viewed as little siblings and he failed, but he's trying. then, he leaves, off to medical school like his parents wanted. it's a fresh start. it's a chance for him to start to move on.

he's been healing, a little, by the time he comes back to faraway. he can talk about what mari would have wanted without breaking down entirely. he can make kel and sunny breakfast. he can bring the group together like old times, and reminisce on all he used to have.

but he's still not better, and it shows. it shows in the tears he spills when alone beside mari's old piano. it shows in his refusal to visit her grave. it shows in all the little ways he can try to hide, can cover up with a smile too bright to be real. depression doesn't go away that easily, no matter how much hero tries to pretend he's fine.

all in all, i think this meme essentially sums up hero's character and arc in a single, otherwise funny image. am i overcomplicating things? oh, definitely yes. was this a blast to analyse nonetheless? absolutely! there are far too few takes on hero out there, and i hope this gave a little bit of insight as to why i adore him so much.

[tswhiisftteedr]

Not to be rude but you accidentally put val's story in vox's masterlist instead. Srry I didn't feel comfy dming you. Nothing against you at all I'm just a coward wanting to hide in anon haha. Ig while I'm here could I get vox general hcs pls?

What the Tv do? ☆ Vox General Headcanon + Drabbles (SFW & NSFW)

☆ Vox General headcanon + Vox x Gn!Reader(Employee!Reader??):

Some general thoughts about the tv man and also his relationship with the ‘reader’. This is silly, this is fun, fluffy and smutty.

Warnings: Mature Content, Not Proofread, Drinking, Death(literally overdose on coffe nothing gruesome), Drug use(c0caine and others substances), Sadistic Tendencies, Dub-Con, Power Imbalance/Power Play, Obsessive and Possessive Tendencies and Acts, Stalking, Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Boss x Employee, Pet Play?(Just collaring and slight animal based pet names), Valentino.

Words: Total: 5496 = Sfw - 2609 + Nsfw - 2887

Note: I only wrote 1 drabble, i might add more if people request it about the specific headcanon they want more on. so I’m not good with request like these, I like when they are more specific so I have sort of something to base my writing on, so sorry if you anon or people don’t like what I’ve wrote, r.i.p. >:/ Though tell me if you want more!!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

SFW:

☕︎ Coffee addict and 𓏊 Alcoholic

Vox is the figurative and quite literally incarnation of the ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee’ phrase.

But we’re talking coffees instead of coffee with him — two cups straight out of bed to be precise. When totalling the day’s consumption, Vox indulges on average, 6-7 cups of 10 oz coffee; in addition to his morning coffees, he likes to have a mid-morning cup, then two during lunch and finally 1-2 cups during the afternoon depending how late he is working.

Is this per say, ‘healthy’? No, not at all, Vox couldn't care less — worst ‘worst’ case scenario, he quote on quote dies, the coffee he had intake ends up intoxicating him due to the splurging amount of it, turning this mondaine drink into a lethal liquid for the overlord’s body. His heart would stop, sub-consequently, him and his body would be out.

Though the good thing — or bad, it all depends on your angle — about hell is that in about the span of 10 minutes his body will have fully regenerate and be back open for business. Some sinners call it it a curse, he calls it a blessing, as this part of the ‘eternal punishment’ practically makes him immortal.

So is he going to work on regulating his caffeine intake? Obviously not!

Worst thing he gets from his ‘little problem’ is a heart attack, and they don’t permanently keep him down. — Sure, they hurt like a bitch, and he would rather not be having them at all to be truthful.

But he honestly he doesn’t see his bimonthly cardiac arrests as that steep of a price to pay. (Honestly how can such a smart businessman be so dumb about his health. * face palming and baffled at the idiocy of it all *)

Now when alcohol is the subject of conversation, Vox takes a slightly different approach, albeit one still characterized by overindulgence.

You see, he prides himself on being the epitome of a charming, classy, and self-controlled casual drinker, compared to his drunkard of a pattern —Valentino— our lovely show host with anger issues and both inferiority and superiority complex is a sophisticated and savvy man.

However, beneath this facade of self-control, which he upholds quite well to the public eye, hides his obvious alcoholism issues.

While he may not be stumbling and blubbering around, picking fights,— in most instances at least— Vox is certainly what you might call a “day drinker."

In fact, this is actually a canonical trait, which was displayed in episode two of the show; Him discussing with others Vees on how to deal with the radio demon’s comeback, a drink in hand.

I presume thatit was a scotch on the rocks due to it’s colour but also it’s historical relevance in relation to Vox’s person— Scotch whisky poured over ice, gained popularity in the 1950s primarily in Western countries such as the United States, the United Kingdom, and Canada.

It became a symbol of sophistication and leisure, often enjoyed in upscale bars, clubs, and lounges frequented by the affluent and fashionable crowd of the era.

Additionally, its popularity was bolstered by the rise of cocktail culture during the mid-20th century, as well as the increasing availability of Scotch whisky in international markets. — this fits quite nicely Vox’s character as it is both a drink of his time on earth but also one that remains relevant in the contemporary era.

It easily mirrors Vox's overarching desire to maintain relevance and significance, both in the present and in the ever-evolving future.

The overlord definitely adhere to ‘it’s five o’clock somewhere’ religiously. Though he does prefer to enjoy his daily drink around 5 p.m. PRT (Pride Ring Time).

He will occasionally enjoys a drink with his lunch, often opting for wine, although this isn't a regular occurrence for the man.

As someone constantly under stress, with his mind racing to keep up with the ever-changing trends and opinions in hell, Vox is a type to indulge in a nightcap or two before bed.

It helps him unwind and achieve the relaxed state of mind necessary for a restful night's sleep.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sleep

While the notion of ‘Vox's dreams playing on his screen while he's asleep’ is an amusing concept for fanfiction or artwork, I personally find the idea of ‘the VoxTek logo bouncing around like the DVD logo’ to be more fitting for Vox.

Before delving further, it's important to note that initially, it wasn't necessarily the VoxTek logo projected on his screen; however, I'll address this shortly.

The reason I lean towards the DVD logo concept is because I find it unlikely that Vox's screen would be completely black during sleep. A completely dark screen would imply the device is completely off, no energy is being received or given by it, which would suggest that it is no longer alive. Having some activity on Vox’s screen while asleep would signify that his program is still active, indicating he's still functioning, essentially alive.

Now regarding the widely shared headcanon, I have my own personal take on it.

When Vox first manifested in hell, his 'real name' appeared on screen. By 'real name,' I mean the one he had on Earth, which I believe wasn't Vox —That name seems too futuristic for a person born in the early 1900s or the kind of name you'd associate with a 1950s businessman— Vox is a name he chose for himself after death, symbolizing a fresh start, though I do think that his real name might also have started with a V.

(This perspective extends to other 'Vees' as well, although Velvette seems more plausible as a given name, I suspect it might not be her original one. Valentino, on the other hand, feels like a name assigned to him, but he too might have adopted a new one after death.)

Initially, Vox was unaware of his old name appearing on his screen while he slept since he wasn't conscious during that time. It wasn't until about half a year into his time in hell, during which he introduced himself as Vox to everyone, that one of his acquaintances pointed out this aspect of his physiology. Something along the lines of "Who's V———?" or "Why does V——— show on your screen while you sleep?" triggered a cascade of reactions in him.

Firstly, he panicked, realizing that people had access to his old identity. Secondly, he was puzzled by this phenomenon since no TV he had encountered displayed such behavior, which was normal considering DVDs weren't invented before 1996. — Hell sure was weird, he possessed technological features as part of his physiology before they were even invented— Lastly, this revelation instilled in him a new fear of sleeping.

This behavior stemmed from Vox's desire to construct a fresh existence in hell, complete with a new identity, image, empire, etc. The thought of others accessing his old name and exploiting it to uncover details about his past, including his behaviors, weaknesses, and tactics, filled him with dread.

As a result, he became hyper-vigilant, refusing to sleep unless he was certain of his solitude, fearing the potential repercussions of his former identity being known.

It wasn't until the mid 1960s that Vox had finally managed to upgrade his system, replacing ‘V———‘ with 'Vox'. However, even after this upgrade, he still harboured reservations about sleeping around others for about a year or two. He feared a potential glitch that could revert his screen to displaying his previous name.

Around the late 1970s he had made an adjustment to this aspect of his body once more, replacing 'Vox' with the VoxTek logo after a certain moth had suggested it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sexuality

Our beloved Tv Demon a canonical bisexual man, but I personally believe that while he may have bisexuality as his sexual orientation, — his attraction to men was something he only came to realize after death. Although there were subtle hints of his attraction to the same gender based on how he felt about them, he unfortunately didn't grasp them while still alive;

It would have been the late 1950s, and Vox had been in hell for about a year or two. In his earthly life, he had been with his fair share of women, and even in the "surprisingly not so fiery pits of the underworld," his ability to attract partners hadn't diminished much once got over his TV head appearance and let place for his charming and savvy persona to take over.

His love life seemed unchanged, perhaps with occasional exploration of new kinks, until that fateful night of October 11, 195X...

Vox had gone out for a drink after a grueling day at work, back when he was still toiling away at a low-paying job in an electronics factory, toasters, vacuum, etc. Despite the shitty work he had to go through, he had the perk of taking home broken scraps, which eventually played a role in his rise to success. But let's refocus on his night out, shall we?

He walked into his newfound favorite spot, a comedy bar where he sought solace in laughter and libations after a hard day. Arriving just as the performer began their set, he headed straight to the bar for his usual whiskey on the rocks, with nothing else on his mind. It wasn't until the comedian delivered a particularly hilarious joke that Vox turned to look at them and found his attraction piqued.

It was evident that they were a man with the specific style flashy outfit and makeup they wore. The voice was also a dead giveaway. The person now standing on stage, delivering one funny punchline after another, was a drag queen – a stunning one in Vox's eyes.

He couldn't tear his gaze away; there was something irresistibly captivating about the humorous individual on stage.

After the performance, as they made their way to the bar, Vox seized the opportunity. He introduced himself, and they exchanged pleasantries. They shared drinks and engaged in lively conversation, making for a truly enjoyable night that ended with a bang, quite literally.

In the morning, as clarity returned, Vox couldn't help but feel confused. He had never been attracted to men before, so he initially chalked it up to the alcohol or the fact that his night companion appeared so feminine that he mistook them for a woman.

However, as memories of the night flooded back, he couldn't deny his genuine attraction to every aspect of his partner, even the unmistakably male parts.

Initially, it felt strange to Vox as he reflected on the experience. However, after hours of deep contemplation, everything started to fall into place.

Vox realized he had always felt an affinity towards men, though expressing it as "liking men" might have appeared odd to outsiders. When he used that phrase, it wasn't in the context of sexual or romantic attraction but more of an admiration.

Yet, upon further reflection, he acknowledged that his feelings surpassed mere admiration.

He had never entertained the idea of it being anything akin to sexual or romantic attraction, but his recent encounter forced him to reconsider as he contemplated his life and the events of the previous night.

Vox liked men;

— Vox had always been drawn to the men of his time who exuded masculine confidence and assertiveness, finding their presence alluring and desiring to be in their company constantly.

He liked when they wore classic masculine fashion, such as tailored suits with narrow lapels, fitted jackets, and straight-leg trousers. These outfits oozed sophistication and professionalism, and Vox admired the attention to detail displayed.

Additionally, he liked when men would add classic accessories like fedora hats, skinny ties, cufflinks, and pocket squares to their outfit, they added to the polished and stylish appearance.

The preppy style also appealed to Vox, as he admired men who wore V-neck sweaters, button-down shirts, khaki trousers, and loafers. This style exuded a sense of casual elegance and refinement that he found attractive.

He also had a penchant for rebellious men who embraced a non-conformist aesthetic, often seen in leather jackets, denim jeans, white T-shirts, and motorcycle boots.

Vox liked when men were smart and witty, could keep up with the conversation and also teach something along the way.

Vox liked men who exuded strength and athleticism, finding their ability to handle themselves physically appealing. For instance, witnessing a fistfight between coworkers would stir his emotions, initially attributing his excitement to the violence of the altercation.

However, he would inevitably find himself gravitating towards the winner, intrigued by their display of strength and skill, and feeling drawn to them in some inexplicable way. There was something about winners that captivated him and sparked his desire to get closer to them.

He like men who were daring, adventurous, and unafraid to push boundaries, they appealed to his sense of excitement and thrill-seeking.

He liked men who were ambitious, goal-oriented, and willing to pursue their dreams with determination might have resonated with Vox on a subconscious level.—

After his one-night stand, Vox was determined to clarify things once and for all. Following another grueling day of work, he ventured out again, this time to a gay bar, seeking the company of someone who embodied the traits he found most appealing in men, wanting to ensure it wasn't just the alcohol or the femininity of his previous partner. Without delving into detail, let's just say he had quite the night and afterward, there was no doubt in his mind: ‘he liked women, and he definitely also liked men.’

Following that experience, Vox began seeing more individuals of the same gender. However, he still held onto the notion that while he might be attracted to men, he didn't believe he would be interested in them as anything more than sexual partners. That was until he met Alastor...

Initially, Vox approached the radio demon seeking friendship or perhaps a partnership, given Vox's burgeoning company and rising status as an overlord. However, he soon found himself enamored with Alastor. Unfortunately for Vox, his feelings were not reciprocated. After that, Alastor distanced himself from Vox, leading our TV host to regard his old love as an enemy.

In response to the rejection, Vox decided to cease seeing men altogether, engaging in a series of short-term relationships with women. However, he soon realized he was simply idealizing Alastor and shifted his focus from woman to men for meaningless relationships, attempting to prove to himself that any other man was better than "that Bambi bitch."

But this approach only intensified the emptiness he felt. Recognizing the detrimental effects of his frantic behavior on himself and his company, Vox resolved to regulate and get back on a more business focused path.

The fact that rumours began circulating about his supposed "homoerotic relationships," was also a big push into getting back on track, as a word like that getting out was detrimental to business, since being gay was still stigmatized even in hell, during this time period.

It was around the late 1970s, with the rise of gay rights activism, that Vox began publicly dating men. Coincidentally, this was also when he met and began his business partnership (and more) with Valentino.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Names

Vox has a penchant for using endearing or patronizing nicknames, regardless of the gender of his employees. He will refer to them as "sweetheart," "doll face," or simply "doll."

In moments of frustration or when faced with resistance, he's not shy about using terms like "little girl" or "little boy," or even "kid," to belittle those who question him.

Additionally, he might employ terms like "Princess" or "your highness" as forms of condescension, no matter the gender of the person he is addressing.

NSFW

𓊔 Party

Despite Vox's obsession with his and the Vees' image, when it comes to partying, he becomes a total animal — I’m talking ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ type of wild.

Lavish gatherings marked by obscene spending and excessive drug intake, especially cocaine.

Vox typically indulged in doing lines off his desk or the luxurious crystal table in the lounge. However, what truly exited him was snorting lines off someone, getting his rocks off at their inability to refuse his advances and delighting in the control he exerted as he pinned them down to prevent any squirming.

The slight anxious tears and nervous mewls from whoever served as his snorting surface always stirred something within Vox. While he would grow irritated if they moved too much, the subtle signs of fear, such as the wetting of their eyes and trembling breath, would quickly reignite his unstable emotions. He found himself intensely aroused by their scared state, and more than once, he acted on these desires…

Drabble:

You were a VoxTek employee, more specifically; Vox’s secretary.

As Vox's secretary, navigating Alastor-related tantrums and enduring the grueling hours could be incredibly taxing, but the job itself had its perks.

Thanks to your position in the company, you enjoyed luxurious accommodations in the finest suites the V Tower had to offer.

Despite the challenges, Vox could be surprisingly pleasant, his charismatic charm reminiscent of his earlier days when his hypnosis wasn't as potent. And beneath the unconventional exterior of his TV head, there was no denying the appeal of his well-built physique.

Given the close proximity and constant interaction with Vox, it was inevitable to develop a small crush on your boss. His magnetic presence and the fact he was practically the only person you interacted with regularly since he requested you to work closer to him about three months ago only fueled this infatuation.

You liked your boss, but at this moment, you couldn't stand him;

It was 3 a.m. on a Sunday, the one day of the week you were supposed to have some semblance of off-time, with the luxury of sleeping in until noon.

But instead of enjoying your well-deserved rest in bed, you found yourself reluctantly entering the elevator, begrudgingly making your way to the usually closed-off top floor of the building.

Why? Because you had received a threatening and slightly slurry phone call from your boss, demanding your immediate presence or else face termination.

With your livelihood seemingly hanging in the balance, you complied without questioning, even though you loathed every second of it.

After punching in the code provided, you entered the lounge area of the top floor to find all three Vees lounging about. Valentino was enveloped in smoke, while music filled the air.

"Y/N! So glad you made it! Come 'ere," Vox exclaimed, his gestures frantic, urging you to approach quickly. He appeared laid-back, friendly, and strangely excited, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor of coldness and condescension.

Confusion clouded your expression as you approached the couch, unsure of what to make of Vox's sudden change in behavior. Velvette, noticing your bewilderment, chimed in with an explanation. "He took some MDMA before he called you — actually, he couldn't stop blabbing about your ass once that stuff kicked in," she divulged matter-of-factly, adding another layer of peculiarity to the already bizarre situation.

‘Ah, he’s high — that explains the weird friendliness.’ You thought to yourself.

But before you could dwell on it too long, Valentino's words snapped you out of your thoughts, "Yes, little Voxxy over there couldn't stop talking about how much he wanted his little secretary with him right here. He just had to call you, despite it being the middle of the night. I'm sorry you're losing your beauty sleep right now, cariño," he said, his tone tinged with insincerity from false remorse. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he finished speaking, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the moment.

“Val, Vel! You can’t tell them that! Or they’ll, they’ll… fuck!” Vox began to say, but something mid-sentence seemed to frustrate him.

Before you could question it for too long, Valentino answered that question for you. “They’ll figure out you have a little crush on them. Aww, don’t worry papi, it’s not like they can say no to you either way,” the moth darkly announced, frightening you, as it was technically true that you had to obey whatever order your boss gave you; it was in your contract after all.

To your somewhat relief, Vox scoffed at his part-time boyfriend's comment, as if to convey that he wouldn't behave in such a manner.

"Shut the fuck, Val!" Vox began, his frustration evident, before redirecting his attention back to you. "And you, lay down on the table." Confused by the request, you briefly wondered if he was joking, but the seriousness etched on his face made it clear that he wasn't. Resigned, you followed his instruction and laid down on the table as he commanded.

As soon as you complied, a smile spread across Vox's face. "Good, good. Now be a good little secretary and stay still as I do some lines off you, m'kay?" he instructed.

Before you could process anything or say something, he pushed your shirt all the way up, ending just under your chest, and tugged your bottoms down slightly — exposing your whole stomach.

Attempting to voice your discomfort, you were promptly shushed by Vox. "Shhh, you're being a table for me right now, and last time I checked, tables don't talk, now do they, sweetheart? So be a doll and shut up," he said, eliciting laughter from the two other Vees.

You complied with his instructions and remained silent as you felt him pour some powder onto your abdomen. Knowing the drugs he usually made you order on his behalf, it was probably coke.

With that, he quickly formed about three lines and began snorting them. The sensation felt odd and somewhat ticklish to you, but what you didn't expect was for him to lick the parts of your belly where the powder had just sat — long lines that started from top to bottom, causing you to squirm involuntarily.

Vox didn't appreciate your movement, because ‘how dare his table move?’. In response, he firmly gripped your waist on both sides and forcefully slammed your hips against the table as a warning to ‘stop moving’.

However, his claws dug into your skin, causing you to cry out slightly. Upon seeing the small tears in your eyes, his mood shifted once more, from aggravation to something more lustful.

He relished the sight of you with tears in your eyes, so he decided to inflict a bit more pain. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he bit at your sides, knowing that you couldn't retaliate due to the hierarchical difference between you.

His bites started from the top, gradually getting lower until they ended up just above your crotch. With a slight, heavy breathing, he remarked, "Now what do we have here? A snack for me? You shouldn't have." As he removed your bottoms, leaving you in your underwear, a slight moist patch formed due to the position you were in.

Sure, Vox was an entitled asshole, but god, did he look and sound incredible when he was being mean and bossy. How could you not get aroused, especially when his face and long tongue ass were so close to your intimate parts.

"You want me to play with you, darling?" Vox asked in a manner that almost made it feel like you had a choice. There was something about it that suggested he might respect your decision if you said no—sure, he wouldn't like it, but he definitely had this thing where he wanted you to want him, to beg for him, to need him. Forcing himself on you wouldn't align with that desire.

You nodded, but he tutted at you, wanting a verbal answer. "No, no, no, it's 'Could you please, sir?' or 'Would love to, Mr. Vox,' or 'Please, I need you, Vox.' You've got to speak up if you want me to do anything to you, got it, dollface?" he clarified, emphasizing the importance of explicit consent, whether it was due to genuine respect for your boundaries or just his enjoyment of your yearning for him, it was a bit unclear. However, knowing Vox, he probably just got off on your embarrassment.

"Yes, sir," you said, feeling embarrassed. "So? Do you want me to give some love to these," he asked, tracing the outline of your underwear, "lovely parts?" He perked up.

"I would love for you to, sir," you managed to speak out. With a 'perfect' from your boss, he was now eagerly devouring you with his tongue, sending small pleasurable shocks through you as he did. No part of you down there was left un-licked.

Just as you were about to reach that sweet, sweet release — Vox removed himself from you, causing you to whine at the loss of pleasure.

"Don't worry," he said, but before you could complain too much, Vox lifted you up and threw you onto the couch, your face soon hitting the satin pillows. As you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, you felt your hips being repositioned, leaving you face down and ass up.

Vox quickly pumped his cock a few times, not needing much as it was already hard from the sight of you writhing due to his tongue. Getting close to your ear, he whispered, "Cuz I'm not done with you, dollface."

Then he promptly shoved himself inside of you. Thankfully, whatever he was doing with his tongue a couple of instances ago had prepped you, because, woof, did the stretch sting.

After giving you a few moments to adjust, he began pounding you into tomorrow, playing with your front and sending small shocks here and there. With no regard for his colleagues sitting right beside him —or should I say colleague, as in singular—Velvette had left as soon as he began working you with his tongue. However, Valentino remained, watching the scene unfold with keen interest.

Your soon came undone due to his rough ministrations, but he was far from done with you...

⫘⫘⫘ Ownership, ⛌⛌⛌ Humiliation & Collar

If you haven't already figured it out yet, Vox is a sadist. He thoroughly enjoys power dynamics and the act of humiliating others.

Continuing from the previous headcanon, picture yourself as either hired as his secretary or as a low-ranking demon in his company who catches his eye. If you're the latter, he'll undoubtedly arrange for you to be transferred to work closer to him.

But anyway, my point is, as soon as you're in his close proximity, he'll literally makes you his bitch on call in the blink of an eye. And obviously, you can't refuse because, one, he's your boss; two, he's an overlord; and three, he's Vox.

Who would refuse that hunk? Even if you weren't initially attracted to him, you'd find yourself becoming so after a couple of weeks, even if it's just some weird mild attraction—you're still into him.

Once he's got you in his grasp and has fucked you at least once, this is when he begins to play with you. He'll make you start wearing a vibrator under your clothes at work, ordering you to remove your clothing every morning and show him, to ensure you did it. Then he'd send you on your merry way.

If he wasn't physically with you, he'd be watching you through his cameras.

And every time you would be talking to someone and he deemed it too long, you weren't paying attention to him, or you were zoning out/getting distracted, he would turn the vibrator on to 'get you back on track'.

Though he did like to sometimes turn the vibrator on just to tease you. For example, you're in the middle of telling him about a shift in his appointment in a room full of people, and he would suddenly turn it on to fuck with you.

He also has a huge thing for pulling you by your soul chain. He just loves, loves, loves summoning it out of nowhere and just tugging you along with it.

For instance, you could be telling him about some issue concerning a recent project, and he would tell you to come closer so he could hear better.

As you walk closer towards his desk, he deems your pace too slow. Without warning, he summons and tugs at the chain around your neck, causing you to fall to the ground.

In an attempt to brace the fall, you put your arms out, catching yourself and ending up on all fours.

But as you try to get up, he would tut at you, ordering you to “Crawl to me.” You’re humiliated, but you still do it as he watches you like a hawk, a satisfied grin on his face.

If you also happen to scrape or bruise yourself when you fell and some small tears form in your eyes, let me tell you, he would get so bricked up as soon as he noticed them.

And of course, he would make you blow him, though it would end up with him face-fucking you, as it usually did.

He would also hold your head down as he dumped his cum down your throat, then he would pull your nose with his free hand, saying that “you don’t get to breathe until you’ve swallowed it all.” And of course, you would do it because you don’t want to literally choke to death on your boss’s dick.

Once he was sure you had swallowed it all, he would finally release you, allowing you to take some air in. Then he would make you stick out your tongue, and he would spit in your mouth, making you swallow that too.

𐂯 Training

He liked using small electrical charges as a ‘training method’, and this method has two stages. This would happen after he already had you as his personal toy— I mean, ‘secretary’.

At first, he uses electricity to reprimand you whenever you weren’t paying attention to him, questioned him, said no to things, or did anything that he considered as bad behaviour.

He would shock you, making you associate ‘bad behavior’ with pain, so you would end up automatically correct yourself before you even do or say something.

If you take a bit too long to ‘adjust’ to this new way of acting, he might resort to a little bit of hypnosis, but he would prefer not to.

He gets off on the fact that he can train you to behave just with his words and actions, without the help of any special ability.

Anyways, when he is sure that he has drilled into you what proper behavior is, he’ll employ phase two. He’ll start training you to enjoy the sting of his electricity.

So, whether he's fucking you, giving you head, touching you, or basically providing any sort of pleasure, every time you would be close to reaching your peak, he would send jolts of electricity through you, gradually increasing the dosage over time.

Things would get to the point that a small shock from him would be enough to get you turned on, and bigger shocks would be able to literally make you cum.

ฅ Pet

For the most part, he wouldn’t see secretary!reader as a partner. It’s only after a while, like a year or more, that he would start considering it.

He views them as his romantic interests, but not on his level. To keep face with the other Vees, even though they both knew about his crush from the beginning because he was so obvious with it, he would call you his pet.

Sometimes literal ‘pet names’ like puppy, kitty, bunny, etc. (Personally, I would love for him to call him his bunny <3.)

What he calls you all depends on your appearance and behaviors. For example, if you manifested with a more feline appearance, he would call you his kitten or kitty. If you didn’t have animal-like features but for example, were very needy, had a tendency to follow around, and were a sucker for praise, he would likely call you his puppy.

𓌏 Punishments

Besides using electric shocks, he is definitely into spanking as a form of punishment—whether it involves pulling down your pants or lifting your skirt, spanking you for every ‘transgression’ you’ve committed is something he’s totally down for.

It can be a really strange experience if you weren't a masochist to begin with because he'll end up having you conditioned to enjoy physical punishments;

For example, he would be spanking you, and you find yourself getting turned on, arousal literally leaking due to his rough treatment of your behind.

Edging and overstimulation are also big in his book, though each has its own set of circumstances where they would be implemented.

For instance, if you weren't paying attention to him because of someone else, he would overstimulate you to the point where you couldn't think about anyone but him, asserting his superiority over whoever had your attention.

If you weren't paying attention for any other reason, he would edge you, because ‘how dare you ignore him when he should be the most important to you!’.

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Hi! I read your alphabet about yandere!athlete and I loved! I also become curious: you said he needed maintain the popular facade in front of others, right? Being cool and a womanizer and other things. My question is: has he ever betrayed the reader while doing that? A kiss? Sex? How does he maintain that image while in a relationship with reader?

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, reader is described as yandere’s girlfriend, um nothing this is really tame tbh If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I really liked this anon request! I had never really thought about this before lol, but I think the idea of LoveSick!Athlete defending his relationship to be so cute! Anyways, thanks so much for requesting something! If you have any more questions/thoughts, then just ask)))

Ooo, that's a really good question anon!

So, to answer your question, I need to refer back to things I've said in the past. LoveSick!Athlete makes your relationship known, extensively. Honestly, his teammates will likely know so, so, so much about you, even before you've met. This is cause he'll tell everyone and anyone about your interests; what your favorite food is, whether you like to swim or not, etc.

And he'll make it clear that the two of you are in a committed relationship. Now, this doesn't stop chicks from going up to him and openly flirting with him, even though he's made his relationship status clear. We all know that there are some... determined girls out there, and he seems to attract all of them. It's a big university, after all.

LoveSick!Athlete won't lie, he finds their advances annoying, seeing as he only has eyes for you, you, you, but he has a reputation to uphold, meaning that he'll entertain them, much to your annoyance. Depending on how long you've known each other, seeing as I've drabbled on a childhood friend version of reader, LoveSick!Athlete's reaction and response will vary.

The first reaction is to go along with whatever the girl's requesting, wanting to just get the interaction over with while keeping his reputation intact. He'll nod along with whatever the girl's saying, sweet talk her a little, but all his words don't mean anything. They're just a bunch of empty promises and flirtatious remarks, nothing from the heart. Mind you, LoveSick!Athlete is subconsciously comparing the girl to you.

All he can think of is how you're so, so, so much better than her. How your smile is so much sweeter, softer, and pleasing on the eyes, his eyes. How your clothes are appealing and bring out your own charm, something he's always loved about you. How your perfume isn't overbearing, like hers, or how it's light and matches you perfectly. All of these comparisons pop up in his mind and it just makes him bitter, wishing that he wasn't talking to this girl and instead laying in bed with you, loving you.

Eventually, if the girl tries to get in his pants, he'll wave her off, passing her to one of his, not-as-attractive, friend/s. Of course, he'll make sure that she's willing and actually interested in his friends, not wanting the girl to feel forced into anything. But he isn't talking to her anymore, and he'll relay that information in the nicest way he can. After all, it's possible that the girl doesn't know that he has an amazing girlfriend waiting for him.

He'll be humble; tell the girl that he's sure that one of his friends would be a much better fit for her. That he's too rowdy for her, after all, she's such a sweetheart, he's sure. His friend Chui (just thought of a random name lol) is a real pleaser, you'll see, he tells the girl. And he'll play matchmaker, paring the, now confused, girl with his appciative friend (who's cool with the turn of events).

LoveSick!Athlete has set up so many of his friends and teammates as a way of getting out of hooking up with some random girl.

Then there's the second reaction he'd have, and this one is if he's been with you for a long time (like a year or more). At this point, in your relationship, everyone, and I mean everyone, knows that you're together. There's no way that they couldn't. This means, that if a girl tries to get with him they're actively trying to get him to leave you, or they're new, which is far less likely.

The latter is the more common option, seeing as you're with LoveSick!Athlete every waking day. There's no way a girl couldn't know that you're his girl. And, let's just say, that LoveSick!Athlete isn't too pleased that someone trying to get between your relationship, but, of course, he has a public image to maintain.

To avoid his name being tarnished, he'll play into the lovesick boyfriend stereotype. He'll tell the girl that he's sure she's a great girl, that she'd be a wonderful girlfriend, he'd say with gritted teeth. The idea of calling another girl wondering makes his nose scrunch in disgust, especially since they don't even compare to you, you, you.

Then he'll drop the bomb, that they may or may not know, saying that he's got you, his girl, at home. That you're the girl of his dreams, someone he's been waiting for his whole life. Of course, the girl will swoon, finding his loyalty to be just adorable. And this will change the topic to how great of a boyfriend he is, how you must be so lucky to have someone like him. He'll stay humble, of course, not wanting to see too stuck up. He's gotta stay right in the in-between.

LoveSick!Athlete will rub his neck, faining a blush as he refuses the girl's compliments. How he's the lucky one, that you're such a good girlfriend, better than he'd ever imagine. And if his buddies are there, they'll smack him on the shoulder, teasing him for being a simp or some crap. After that, everyone would completely forget about the girl trying to hook up with him, just what he wanted.

Anyways! That's what I think would happen in this scenario/s. LoveSick!Athlete is a very, very, very loyal man, something I personally find endearing. And he highly values loyalty in all of his relationships, both platonically and romantically. He holds both you and himself to the standard of loyalty.

He feels the same way about his family, too. He'd lie about murder if it meant keeping his sister/brother out of jail. He'd do anything, and I mean anything, for the ones he loves. It's a core value of his, and he would never waver on that front.

How sweet, don't cha think?

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About citizenship post what if they don't know they're being used

How about they get married and after darling get citizenship she wants to divorce them?

I’ll be frank right now, dear reader: YOU AIN’T getting that divorce. 

But let’s break down how that happens. (Also probably not my best work but here we go. I didn’t want this sitting in my ask box forever in purgatory) 

America 

You’re going to have to be a stellar actor/actress because that's a facade that will be difficult to maintain if you don’t love him. He does demand a lot of affection from you & just because he’s bubbly most of the time does not mean he lacks a bullshit detector. 

Alfred will want to know what's up & why you’re being so cold towards him. If you’re unable to dispel his doubts, he’ll know that divorce is a possible outcome. Before you can even get to that, he’s going to play mind with you. He will be hot & cold. Alfred will say offhanded and unprompted things like: 

“You know it's a shame that this one married partner here wasn’t able to naturalize since they divorced so soon… & it was later found out the marriage was fraudulent.” A playful hand wandered up your arm as he got close to your ear and said: 

“Then they were arrested and deported.” 

That sent fire to your ears. Fear rushes into your heart, making it run at high speed. An ice bucket splashed over your head, sending a shockwave down your spine. 

‘Deported?’ Not after all of your hard work��.effort…and being able to manage a man while fun to be around; you knew he had a terrifying underneath even though he doesn’t usually let it show. 

“Living with you is like a daydream Y/N. I never want it to end.” As he places pointed kisses at your cheek. 

He’s toying with you. Making sure you stay on edge. 

If you do somehow manage to fool him long enough to get divorce papers served to him….OOOOOHHHH boy, there will be hell to pay. You’re going to be hunted down. Your lawyer who assisted you will be given an undisclosed sum to throw your case out & forget they ever met you. 

England 

When the papers have been served Arthur’s blood will be boiling like the water he uses to make his tea. 

There are many factors to the visas but I’ll stick with the two that are the most important. 

The Indefinite Leave to Remain (ILR) & the Spouse Visa. 

You have to obtain the Spouse Visa first before you can obtain the (ILR) status. 

Your ability to stay will be dependent on your marriage, and he will make sure that you don’t even know what your (ILR) status is. Arthur has always liked having the upper hand. He’ll maintain it by monitoring you constantly. 

There will be trackers in your car, and he will keep close eyes on your browsing history, credit/debit card transactions, etc. He may even lightly interrogate you over afternoon tea if he feels you are beginning to stray away from him. Since you’re in a different country from all of your close bonds (friends, family, co-workers, etc.), isolation is relatively easy. He’s also going to demand that you spend more time with him so that the relationship can work. Depleting most if not all social time with others you have in England. You won’t have time to build bonds to talk to others and maybe catch red flags that would go unnoticed. 

You will be blamed for any of the issues you have within your marriage or your feelings will be undermined. 

“Y/N darling! You’re overreacting! It’s just a cat! We can always get another! You smothered it too much that’s why it’s run off!” He’ll kiss your forehead in an attempt to comfort you and then continue to tell you why you’re weak and failing to uphold your part in the marriage. Of course, he’s not going to take responsibility for the short comings in the relationship; that’s what he’s married you for. 

And if you try to run away: Congrats his secret agents will be all over you within mere hours. It won’t be long till you’re brought back to him. Then it will be a long time before you see the light of day ever again. 

France

He’d done all that he could so that getting a “visa de long sejour valant titre de sejour” (VLS-TS) was seamless & easy for you. Francis also ensured that you were aware of the renewal dates, had the money you needed, insurance, and whatever demands the French government had in order for you to stay in his country, he ensured you could meet them exceptionally. So when he receives divorce papers on his desk…tears, apologies, fancy dinners,  flowers, and make-up sex will be among his first line of defense to make you stay.

Francis will do anything for you to reconsider your decision to divorce. 

He will interrogate you on what he’s not doing right. 

Was their a habit that he had that displeased you? He can change! 

Is it his performance in bed? He can do better! He can learn! 

Not enough kisses to the neck and cheeks? He can do more!

What is it? He NEEDS to know! 

Francis will corner you in the kitchen as you’re making your morning coffee. 

“Y/N please….” He approaches you from behind and brings you into a hug. “What has made you this way? What did I do? Was it something I said?” 

Francis is going to want to get to the bottom of what made you want the divorce. He will force you into couples therapy. Yes, it will be a therapist who has some unscrupulous morals. They’ll tell you why you should stay together and how the two of you are “Perfect” and “Soul Mates”. The therapist will gloss over any complaints you may have during the session & that you be okay with Francis’ Yandere tendencies. 

Germany 

12-Weeks, like all the others, is how long it will take to obtain your visa. You’d been fully integrated into his structured lifestyle that he’s slightly adjusted to accommodate you. Normally, he’s up at 5 am to go for his early morning jog to 6 am. He will help you make coffee just so you’d be able to get more accustomed to being up so early. 

Since you must function within his rigid structure, you’ll have to be sneaky in various ways. 

Emotionally, it's the delicate way you treat him, take care of him, make promises you keep or don’t keep, and hug and kiss him that matters. If subtle changes compound over time, he will inquire about them at some point if he feels that the changes have become too great. He will interrogate you about it while you’re vulnerable, like in his lap, and he has a death grip on your thighs. 

Physically, I know I mentioned hugging and kissing already, but how intentional, how often, and how much passion there is? He will notice the lack when it comes to you not feeling it in bed. He will pause in whatever the two of you are doing & will ask “What’s wrong Y/N?” while his stony cold blues will pierce your eyes. If you don’t have a satisfactory answer you will be handcuffed to the bed as he will search the room for evidence of infidelity & divorce papers. 

[rewritingcanon]

what do u think of the portrayal of harry and ginny in the cursed child (i feel like it's so out of character, especially for harry) also that he works at the ministry and that ginny gave up her quidditch career (same goes for harry)

alright ive had this in my inbox for so long because i wanted to do this ask justice so i really hope that anon is still around to read this. in saying that harry was ‘out of character’ in hpcc, i assume you’re talking about how he was a bad/flawed father, as MANY fans have argued the same. so i will address that first and then i will talk about ginny and hinny’s careers.

disclaimer: when i say “you” im not talking specifically about anon but about fandom.

harry potter vs fatherhood

harry’s whole life resolved around being the chosen one and the prophesied saviour of the wizarding world. it was either being The Hero or being the unwanted, abused and scorned freak living with the dursleys. when thats your home life, then you tend to cling on to anything that is an escape from that— and in harry’s experience that was hogwarts.

if you really think about it, hogwarts was very nasty to harry as well. he was always getting picked on or bullied or in some life threatening danger that he got blamed for half of the time— but because it was better than living with the dursleys, his mind idolised it as a safe haven.

harry also reflects this idolising behaviour onto parental figures, especially paternal figures. he doesnt actually know his parents, only has an ideal of them in his head that was constructed as a coping mechanism to the abuse and neglect he went through at home. he projects The Perfect Father onto every one of his paternal figures (i think the only exception to this is arthur but i mayyy be wrong)— sirius and dumbledore are the biggest ones that come to mind, even though sirius only knew him for two years, and dumbledore would manipulate and use harry for the betterment of the world, which is unlike a parent who would put their child’s needs first (harry did not recognise these issues at length at the time as he was used to the idea of self sacrifice and probs understood that it came with the territory of being The Hero). harry even projected his father onto himself in PoA and nearly died from it.

in saying this, its reasonable to argue that there’s a disconnect with harry and the idea of what a good father actually is. this is challenged in the books itself (with SWM, harry seeing that james was not the Perfect Man he built up in his head), but this is challenged the most in the cursed child.

throughout the play, harry acts as the personified ideal he grew up with. easygoing, confident, wise— when in reality he is the opposite of those attributes and albus can see right through it (ginny says this to harry in the play, i would find the line but alas, im on the train rn). hes not easygoing or confident— he’s fearful that he doesn’t know what hes doing or how to be a father, and hes scared not knowing makes him a bad father. hes acted out in fear multiple times— the biggest moment is when he bans albus from seeing scorpius to keep him ‘safe.’ he has constant nightmares about his trauma as a child when living with the dursleys and not having the stability or love he craved. his ‘wise’ advice is not applicable to his children because he is harry potter, The Hero, and they are just normal kids. this is why albus and harry get on each others nerves so badly— because they are constantly stomping on each others sore spots by accident. albus doesn’t appreciate the facade that harry tries to uphold, and harry doesn’t understand why— because he’s projecting that ideal onto all of his kids, and if it works for james and lily (presumably), why doesn’t it work for albus? harry would’ve done anything for a father figure like himself!! there must be something wrong with albus!! (🙄)

now The Blanket SceneTM is very controversial and pissed off a lot of longtime fans into denouncing the entire play as canon. ive talked about it at length and since theres more to discuss in this post, i will shorten it down as best i can for you:

as a way of bonding, harry tries to give his precious blanket to albus. he believes albus may be more like him and may be able to understand the sacredness of the present unlike his siblings.

unknowingly, harry is still projecting his ideals onto albus. the blanket is only so extremely precious to him because it represents his parents, who he still views in an idolised light. therefore the blanket is the ideal.

albus scorns this ideal so he scorns the gift. however, because hes a confused and possibly depressed fourteen year old, he doesn’t communicate the rejection of this in a healthy way and basically insults the blanket by calling it old and mouldy and comparing it to james and lily’s presents, which outwardly could make him seem like a brat.

by attacking the blanket, he attacks harry’s parents and the ideal. and harry is very sensitive about this

albus then accidentally triggers very central fears surrounding being an orphan and being a father when he says “i wish you werent my dad”

harrys first thought is that albus wants him dead. at this point, hes stopped listening to albus trying to explain himself as he’s already triggered, so he’s acting in complete defence when he responds “sometimes i wish you werent my son”

this was said with the intention to hurt albus, it was a mindless act with one goal. saying this is out of character for harry is ridiculous, because he’s done the exact same thing in the books multiple times to the people he loves.

another important note: these characters trigger each other accidentally. the intent to connect is there, but there are deep seated issues on harry’s side that was never confronted leading to these issues. and as albus is a young angsty teen who does get bullied and is a little self-centred (again, very normal for a 14yo), he can’t really communicate these issues to harry effectively (harry being dismissive of the bullying (that he believes is normal for hogwarts students) albus goes through doesn’t help the situation either), leaving harry stumbling in the dark and further emboldening that The Perfect Father he imagined as a child may not exist.

ok that wasnt very economical but anyways! those are the issues! what happens next is harry spiralling and confirming those fears, being forced to confront them and deal with them, and then the steps toward healing his relationship with albus.

im not defending how harry treated albus (dismissing his bullying, lashing out, the enmeshment abuse) but offering insight and trying to explain that he was certainly in-character. i think people simply had an emotional reaction to seeing their loved character being very realistically flawed, and decided they didnt like it without doing much analysis as to why harry was acting the way he was. trauma is very complex, and theres no expiry date for it if you simply refuse to confront it or heal.

a lot of harry’s journey with interrogating the Perfect Father concept was to confront and acknowledge his inner child. he has to recognise his childhood for the childhood it was without the flashy titles or impressed ideals. the confrontation with dumbledore is the pinnacle of it— harry idolised dumbledore as a central father figure, and he realised when confronting the portrait that his relationship with dumbledore was much more complex and nuanced than he originally thought. suddenly dumbledore ceases to be an ideal, and harry sees him for the man that he was: conflicted, more uncertain in his own choices than he let on, heartbroken and self-sabotaging.

when harry presents himself at the end of the play to albus, he presents himself as human— an escapist, unsure in his decisions, insecure, and scared of the dark, small spaces and pigeons. and albus appreciates the flawed, real version of harry. those expectations and ideals that albus struggled to uphold in the face of harry’s projecting simply disappear, and he finally feels like he can adequately be harry’s son just by being.

another less obvious moment that shows this, is how harry and delphi mirror each other. delphi is the more extreme version of this— she is completely deluded in her worship for a father she never knew, so desperate for the love and respect shes built up in her mind that she’s dedicated her life to it and feels empty without the ideal to go off of. its why harry defends her when albus asks him why they shouldn’t just kill her— because hes the only one who understands the pain of being an orphan, living in an abusive household, dreams of ‘what ifs’ and what it can do to a person.

whats important to take away is that harry and albus love each other immensely, which is why they are able to turn over a new leaf at the end. it speaks of incredible strength on albus’ half, and i really want to stress that albus LOVES harry, because i see so much content about him straight up butchering or slandering harry when that is sooo not them!! if albus saw the way some of yall were misinterpreting his relationship with his dad he’d be livid. whether or not you would do the same in forgiving harry is irrelevant— albus has always wanted to have a good relationship with harry and the same goes both ways. people hurt each other, sometimes egregiously so, but when one promises change and is serious about it, than chances are there will be change. this is especially so in the case of family.

ginny weasley vs age

what is paradoxical is how self-centred harry is, despite also being very willing to sacrifice himself for other people. albus possesses a self-centredness similar to him. harry is so caught up in his own world and comparing it to albus’ situation, and vice versa. ginny is normally the middle man who can see both harry and albus for what they are and the individual worlds they inhabit, and tries to communicate effectively between them. the play mostly revolves around harry and albus, so what i’ll have to say for her will not be as in-depth.

short answer: ginny matured with age. she is probably the most mature character alongside draco, although draco does let his emotions get in the way at times (funnily enough i think this is why ginny and draco get along so well in the cursed child and are able to recognise each other for who they are). she was very brash and courageous and wonderfully chaotic in the books, but she was also blunt and impatient, which is not something thats presented in the cursed child. instead, she is VERY patient and communicates extremely well, being able to navigate both harry and albus without prodding their weak spots like they do to each other.

she offers her own experiences to albus as her own experiences, not projecting them onto him as an unequivocal truth. this can be seen in how she opens up to him about how she was exploited by tom riddle, and she lets albus draw his own comparisons to himself and delphi without pushing his experiences into a box.

her relationship with harry is interesting, because she is the only one who sees him for him and the only one that harry’s not bothered by when she makes honest judgments on his actions. he’s only okay with her seeing him for the flawed man he is. she doesn’t make him feel defensive, nor does she make him feel demonised for not knowing how to parent albus, or for messing up with him (though she does call him out when he is in the wrong, something her younger self would be quick to do too). one of the most heart wrenching scenes is when ginny blows up at harry and really screams at him about albus being missing and him being self-centred about it, making it out to be about himself and his issues surrounding fatherhood. despite this, harry does not get defensive— which shows that he trusts even her negative judgments of him because she knows him so well (very very similar to the library scene with scorpius screaming at albus over his self-centeredness as well btw).

she still possesses key qualities from her younger self, she’s just ironed out the rougher ones as she’s grown— she’s still impossibly brave, fiercely loyal, extremely devoted to those she loves and also very logical. you can tell harry and albus are more emotional than she is, which is part of the reason why she is able to construct her points so effectively. she puts her logical thinking to good use in emotional situations. i think people are forgetting that people aren’t typically going to be the same as who they were as teenagers.

why has ginny been able to grow so much in comparison to harry? because she’s recognised what she went through as a teenager and made peace with it. you can see it in the way she freely offers her own experiences about it. she’s been able to build on top of what she went through in a healthy way, and was able to experience real, healthy change. and she is so much wiser and kinder for it.

hinny vs their careers

first i’ll talk about harry because i think i have more stuff to go off of with him.

we’ve already established that hes The Hero first and foremost. after he fulfilled the prophecy and saved the world i dont think its such a stretch to argue that he may have needed another similar purpose to latch onto, and that being an auror granted him that. quidditch was fun for him, but it couldn’t give him the same purchase that being an auror could. heroes dont play quidditch, they save the world. the same could be said for neville and ron, who were also aurors at first. was it the healthiest road to go down for harry? i dont think so, but considering his characterisation in the cursed child, i think it works. ron ended up quitting to be a father, neville ended up quitting to focus on his real passion (herbology), and harry continued to cling onto The Hero image he’s used to presenting. yes, the ministry was impossibly corrupt and worked against him in his youth, but to harry that could’ve served as more of a reason to change the institution from the inside. this, i imagine, was most definitely the case with hermione, who was always an idealist.

that being said, i don’t think continuing being an auror is such a great idea post-hpcc. he at least needs a break in order to continue his job in a healthy manner and not misconstrue his identity with it.

in terms of ginny, i don’t believe she’d still be playing quidditch in her 40s. if you think about real athletes, very few of them continue playing professionally in their 40s (i think the average age is 34 but i may be wrong), especially after birthing three kids. we dont know much about her retirement, but there are many reasons one can assume ginny retired for, kids and/or age being the most reasonable deduction. its not so much a question of characterisation but more about the reality of having to give up your passion earlier than most if its sports.

despite retiring, its clear ginny is still very passionate about quidditch as shes still working within the field, just not playing the sport professionally anymore.

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Paring: Yandere!Diavolo x Demon Princess!Reader Genre: Obsession Content Warning: Yandere, possessive, and obsessive behavior. Secret Love. Summary: Arrange marriage with Diavolo. Word Count: 2.5k A/N: Just had this as a random thought and ended up with 2k words.

As the daughter of the Demon King and Queen of Azurethra, (uh-zoo-RETH-ruh) you were raised in a world where power was paramount and alliances were forged with blood and fire. From a young age, you were taught that your purpose was to serve your kingdom, to strengthen its dominion over the realms of Hell. But nothing could have prepared you for the cruel fate that awaited you.

It was decreed by your parents, the King and Queen, that you would be wed to Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom. The news struck you like a thunderbolt, filling you with dread and defiance. You knew of Diavolo's reputation as a charming and powerful ruler, but you also heard about the unsettling truth beneath his affable facade.

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As you entered the opulent halls of Diavolo's castle, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and something darker, something primal and hungry. 

You stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. Your parents' decision to arrange a marriage with Prince Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom, has left you feeling trapped between duty and desire. As a princess of Azurethra, you have been raised to uphold tradition and honor your family's wishes. But the thought of marrying someone you barely know fills you with unease. 

Steeling yourself, you enter the hall, your chin held high despite the tremble in your limbs. The sight that greets you is nothing short of breathtaking. Diavolo awaited you in the grand chamber, his smile as dazzling as it was deceptive.

Diavolo stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding attention from all who gaze upon him. His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

"Welcome, Princess," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You step forward and curtsy, your movements graceful and deliberate, despite the turmoil raging within you. "Prince Diavolo, it's a pleasure to meet you." you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "My journey was uneventful, as expected."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the soft light of the chamber. "Excellent," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I hope you find the Devildom to your liking. I have taken the liberty of arranging accommodations for you within the palace."

You nod politely, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath Diavolo's charm. "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Highness," you say, careful to keep your tone respectful. "I look forward to exploring the Devildom and getting to know its inhabitants."

Diavolo's smile falters for a moment, his gaze flickering with something you can't quite identify. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it's gone, replaced once more by the mask of congeniality he wears so well.

"Of course," he says, his voice smooth as silk once more. "I am at your disposal should you require anything. But for now, please allow Barbatos to show you to your chambers."

With a graceful gesture, Barbatos motions for you to follow him, and you fall into step behind him, your senses on high alert. As you walk through the halls of the palace, you can't help but notice the way the shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets too dark to comprehend.

Finally, you arrive at your chambers, and Barbatos holds the door open for you with a flourish. "I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess," he says, his neutral smile never faltering.

You step into the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and the soft glow of candlelight that bathes everything in a warm, golden hue. "It's beautiful," you murmur, though your words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Barbatos nods, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you will be comfortable here."

With that, he bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone in the silence of your chambers. As the door closes behind him, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched, that unseen eyes linger in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Alone in your chambers, you take a moment to compose yourself, drawing upon the same inner strength that had carried you through countless trials in the past. But even as you strive to maintain your composure, the weight of your impending marriage to Diavolo bears down on you like a leaden cloak.

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With a sigh, you cross the room and settle into a plush armchair, the soft velvet cushions offering little comfort against the storm raging within your heart. Outside, the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the chamber like fingers reaching out to ensnare you.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the soft knock at the door, the sound so faint it's almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. But then, before you can respond, the door swings open, and a figure steps into the room.

"Princess," a voice says, low and smooth like honey dripping from a blade. "May I come in?"

You look up to find Barbatos standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure whether to trust the demon who serves as Diavolo's left hand. But then, with a nod, you gesture for him to enter.

Barbatos crosses the room with a grace that borders on unearthly, his movements fluid and unhurried. He holds a sleek and luxurious garment featuring off-the-shoulder neckline, velvet fabric adorned with sequins, short sleeves, and a dramatic sweep train.

"I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking, Princess," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you."

You nod, unable to suppress the tremor in your voice. "It's... overwhelming," you admit, your words coming out in a whisper. "I never expected... any of this."

Barbatos inclines his head in understanding, his eyes alight with a spark of something you can't quite decipher. "I can only imagine," he says, his tone gentle. "But know that you are not alone. If there is anything you require, anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."

You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his offer of assistance, even as you wonder what ulterior motives may lie beneath his smooth exterior. "Thank you, Barbatos," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your kindness."

He bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. As the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

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You set the dress aside and begin to prepare for the evening ahead. As you slip out of your traveling clothes and into the luxurious gown, you can't help but marvel at its craftsmanship and the way it clings to your curves like a second skin.

But even as you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't shake the feeling of foreboding that hangs over you like a dark cloud. The events of the day weigh heavily on your mind, filling you with a sense of dread that refuses to be ignored.

With a deep breath, you push aside your fears and resolve to face whatever may come with courage and determination. Straightening your shoulders, you cast one last glance at your reflection before making your way to the grand hall where Diavolo awaits.

As you enter the hall, you're met with a scene of opulence and extravagance unlike anything you've ever seen before. The room is bathed in soft candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the black marble floors.

At the center of it all stands Diavolo, resplendent in his princely attire, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite your apprehension, you square your shoulders and approach him with all the grace and dignity befitting a princess of Azurethra.

"Princess," Diavolo says, his voice smooth as silk. "You look absolutely stunning."

You offer him a polite smile, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath his charming facade. "Thank you, Your Highness," you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "You're too kind."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the candlelight. "Not at all, my dear," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I speak only the truth."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flattery, instead choosing to maintain a polite facade. "Shall we proceed with the festivities, Your Highness?" you ask, gesturing toward the banquet table laden with food and drink.

Diavolo nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he offers you his arm. "Of course, Princess," he says, his voice low and velvety. "Allow me to escort you."

With a deep breath, you place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the table. As you take your seat beside him, you wonder what fate has in store for you now that you've been bound to the Prince of the Devildom.

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After Barbatos left your chambers, he made his way swiftly to where Diavolo awaited, his mind abuzz with thoughts of you. As he entered the room, he found Diavolo reclining on a velvet chaise lounge, his expression unreadable as he gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

"Ah, Barbatos," Diavolo said, his voice smooth as silk. "What news do you bring?"

Barbatos approached, his steps measured and deliberate. "The princess has settled into her chambers, Your Highness," he replied, his tone neutral. "She seems... apprehensive, but resigned to her fate."

Diavolo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Excellent," he purred, his golden eyes burning with a feverish intensity. "She is the one I've been searching for. The one who will finally complete me."

Barbatos felt a small surge of unease at Diavolo's words, though he knew better than to question his master's desires. "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?" he asked.

Diavolo's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he turned to fix Barbatos with a piercing gaze. "I intend to make her mine," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Body and soul. She will belong to me and me alone."

"And if she resists?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Diavolo's smile turned predatory, his golden eyes ablaze with a fierce hunger. "Then I will simply have to show her the error of her ways," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But rest assured, Barbatos. I will not rest until she is mine."

With that, Diavolo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and unhurried as he made his way to the door. Barbatos watched him go, his heart heavy with a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

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Alone in the room, Barbatos couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything he held dear. But as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Diavolo's lead, no matter the cost.

For in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: ensuring that you remained safe from harm and secretly his, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear in the process.

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"Princess," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you're enjoying the festivities?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Your Highness," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "The banquet is truly splendid."

Diavolo smiled, though there was a hint of something predatory in his gaze. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But I must admit, it pales in comparison to the beauty of your presence."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, though you fought to keep your composure. "You're too kind, Your Highness," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diavolo reached out and took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "Please," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Call me Diavolo."

You hesitated, unsure whether to comply with his request. But then, with a nod, you spoke his name, the word feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.

"Diavolo," you said, the sound of it sending a thrill down your spine.

Diavolo smiled, his golden eyes alight with a fierce hunger. "That's better," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

You stole glances at him from across the table, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those golden eyes, what dark desires lurked within the depths of his hollow vessel.

Little did you know that your presence had flamed a fire within Diavolo—a fire that burned with a fierce intensity, consuming him with a passion he could barely contain. For in you, he saw not just a princess to be wed, but a soulmate, a kindred spirit, a love that transcended the bounds of time and space.

And as he gazed at you from across the table, he knew with a certainty that bordered on obsession that he would stop at nothing to make you his own, to claim you as his bride, his queen, his everything.

For you were not just a princess of Azurethra. You were his salvation, his redemption, his one true love. And he would do whatever it took to make you his, body and soul, now and for all eternity.

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Alone in your chambers later that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody, each note tinged with uncertainty and fear.

As you stared out the window, the moon cast its silver light across the room, illuminating the shadows that danced along the walls like specters in the night.

You took a deep breath, getting up from the lounge chairs making your way to the opulent queen sized bedroom. You slide into the sheets, sinking into the comfortable bed.

You were determined to show Diavolo and the rest of the Devildom that you are not to be trifled with. You may be a princess, but you are also a warrior, and you will not go down without a fight. 

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[ornii]

Bitterly Beautiful, Part 8

The Finale: Now Eye Am become death, Destroyer of Worlds.

"Wait.., run that back."

(Y/n) sits on his bed, as Wednesday stood before him, it was about ten minutes after Wednesday's exotic experience.

"So, you're telling me when we kissed, which by the way, absolutely amazing, Tyler ends up killing me?"

"Flattery only gets you so far." Wednesday responds coldly.

"It got me to those black Cherry flavored lips." He shoots back, Wednesdays face, as pale as it was showed hints of red as she blushed. She looked away scoffing.

"...Stop making me blush, i have a reputation to uphold.” She says, he stood up and smiles, gently taking her hand within his, he kisses Wednesday again, who this time reciprocated it with intensity. They stop their romantic escapade and he just smiles so warmly at his lovely death blossom.

"It's okay. I'll be okay... long as I've got you." He said, Wednesday this time, gripped his hands tighter.

"I refuse to allow Crackstone to prevail, which means Tyler.." she begins.

"We have to stop him, only question is how... we can always capture him." He says, "And to do that we'll need to bait a monster." (Y/n) says.

"I'll do it. It's not often I'm out into the jaws of a monster." She responds.

Tyler walks along the dark path into the forest to an awaiting Wednesday.

"Thing gave me your note. I was surprised you wanted to see me. So, uh, is this a date?" Tyler asks hopeful, and Wednesday keeps her calm demeanor.

"It's a surprise. When I came to Nevermore, romance was the last thing on my mind. But when (Y/n) kissed me, it opened my eyes and suddenly it all made sense. (y/n) warned me about you, about Normens, but I didn't listen. Which lead to me framing Xavier for murder while the real Hyde helped me put him away."

"Wait... you don't think..."

"I don't think. I know. Kinbott probably discovered your secret during one of your sessions. So she unlocked you. Why'd you kill her? I thought Hydes were typically loyal to their masters."

"Wednesday, this is nuts."

"On Outreach Day, I told you I was visiting the old meeting house. Did Kinbott send you to spy on me? I have to hand it to you, Tyler, using the gates house as a death trap to try to kill (Y/n), the one person who could have seen through your Facade, a masterstroke of misdirection."

"Okay, stop. Do you know how insane you sound right now? I'm not a monster. A... And if you really thought that I was, why would you risk bringing me out to the woods to confront me alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" She responds, Tyler hears someone step from behind a tree and turns around to (Y/n).

"Hello Tyler." He says coldly, as Tyler looks back at Wednesday.

"Okay, I don't know what kind of sick joke you're playing, but I'm out of here."

"Actually... you're not going anywhere." Tyler turns around as (Y/n) blows magic dust into his eyes; he stumbles around and hits the ground unconscious.

"Carry his Body." Wednesday said.

"You could ask nicer." (Y/n) said annoyed.

"Carry his body.. please." She says sarcastically. He smirks and picks him up with ease.

"Anything for you my Death Trap." He says Mimicking Gomez' accent. He walks off and Wednesday folds her arms.

"As much as i absolutely despise to admit this... but Perhaps I was wrong when I said I wouldn't find someone.. I won't admit it, that is a sizable crow I do not wish to eat."

Tyler slowly comes to, inside Xavier's art room, as (Y/n) and Wednesday are side by side.

"Welcome back."

"Where the hell am I?"

"Somewhere no one can hear your screams."

"What's with the chains?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, Tyler." (Y/n) said, and Tyler begins to plead.

"Wednesday, this is crazy. I'm a normie."

"That's only half true." Wednesday shows the fencing photo of her mother, but points to a woman in the background.

"Do you recognize her? Perhaps if I hadn't been so distracted by my own mother hogging this photo, I would have noticed yours sooner. Your father fell in love and married an outcast."

"My mom was an outcast. That doesn't make me a monster."

"According to her personal medical records—"

"You stole her medical records?"

"Technically, Thing did. He took them from your garage. Your father's quite the pack rat. Her postpartum depression triggered her condition."

"My mom had severe bipolar disorder."

"We both know that's a lie." (Y/n) said, he walks over closer to Tyler.

"Your dad must be worried you'll get the same condition your mother did. Well I guess his worries were warranted." He said, he turns his attention to Wednesday who, draws a pair of tasers.

"Wednesday, what are you doing?" (Y/n) asked.

"Just some light torture. Don't worry, I won't leave a mark." She says, There's only one thing that a Hyde understands. Pain."

"Wait! No, Wednesday! Wednesday!" Tyler pleads as she tases him, (Y/n) can't look away, he can still feel it, the lighting coursing though Tyler, the stinging pain.

"Don't kill him! He's useless if he dies, he has to admit the truth, admit it!" (Y/n) yells, "You killed innocent people, tried to kill Me! Wednesday, Enid Eugene! The pain will stop when you accept what you've done." He says, his ears perk up and almost like a feral animal he jerks his head to the door.

"People are surrounding us.." he said, Wednesday stops and turns to him.

"How?"

"The only way is that they tracked his phone, we have to escape, you do. I'll use my crows to—"

"You need to leave, (Y/n)." Wednesday said, and (Y/n) turns to her. "What? I can't leave you!"

"Yes you can, If you value your relationship with Me, and Enid, you will leave before you're arrested. If I cannot protect Nevermore it's up to you." She says, he sighs and grips his cane.

"Fine.." he says somberly, he slams his cane down and crows begin to fly into hatches and cracks, they surround him and somehow he disappears, using dark magic. Just then, the door bursts open to the sheriff.

"Get away from my son! Drop it. Drop it!" He yells, and Wednesday drops the tasers. Wednesday is apprehended and brought to the station as weems is inside.

"Sheriff Galpin isn't pressing kidnapping charges. Which is a miracle given the circumstances."

"Of course not. How long have you known?"

"Excuse me?"

"When I gave you that claw from the cave, did you already know?"

"Wednesday, that's enough."

"Xavier Thorpe is our Hyde. We've got evidence, thanks to you. That's why I'm giving you one pass."

"Tyler is going to turn on you too." She says Before Weems es courts her out, but Tyler catches up to her

"We... Wednesday, wait."

"Tyler! No, no, what are you doing?"

"I need to talk to her, Dad. She was my friend. We're in a police station. What's gonna happen?" He says, and Galpin, his father gives in.

"Make it quick." He says, Weems leaves as the two are alone.

"What do you want?" She asks.

To ask a question. What does it feel like?" Tyler asks

"What does what feel like?" Wednesday responds, and almost like a switch goes off in his head, his calm quiet demeanor turns cynical, cold and, murderous.

"...To lose. You know, at first, I'd wake up naked, covered in blood, no idea what happened. But over time, I started to remember everything. The sound of their screams, the panic in their eyes, and a fear so primal I could taste it. And it was delicious. You have no idea what's coming. I'll tell you so you won't have to find out, (Y/n) is going to die... and I will make sure his last few moments will be absolutely agonizing." Tyler stepped back and, oddly his demeanor changes again and he leaves.

The next morning arose, and it was the last day for Wednesday.

"The quid pro quo for Sheriff Galpin not pressing charges is your immediate expulsion from Nevermore."

"You do realize that Tyler brutally disemboweled six people, then harvested a variety of their body parts."

"Perhaps if you'd come to me with your suspicions rather than take matters into your own hands, we could've worked together."

"Because trust and cooperation have always been hallmarks of our relationship."

"I admire your ability to be your own person and trust your own instincts. But that also makes you impatient and impulsive. Your actions have put me and the school in an impossible position." M

"Tyler is the Hyde. And he has framed Xavier. He confessed everything to me!"

"I wish I could believe you."

"His mother was an outcast. She was a student here, you must remember her. She was a Hyde!"

"Yes, Francois. A lovely woman. I didn't ask what she identified as."

"Then give me more time, and I can prove they are Hydes."

"There is no more time, and there are no more deals, Wednesday. Pack your steamer trunks. We will have them shipped. And say your goodbyes. You'll be on the afternoon train today. I'm sorry Nevermore didn't work out for you, Wednesday. I'm sure your mother will be very disappointed. And so am I." Weems gives a sigh of disappointment, (Y/n) was in his room, pacing back and forth. He stopped as he gripped his cane, grinding his teeth.

"God Damnit!" He yells, wanting to punch something. "How could I be so damn gullible!" He says with more ferocity, he turns to Xavier's empty bed. He pictures Wednesday sitting there, and speaks on her behalf, she opens her mouth but no words come out, only his voice.

"You're letting your emotions overtake you again." Fake Wednesday said.

"Of course I am! Tyler kills so many people, Xavier gets blamed for it, and he gets away with it! And now you're being expelled! There's a chance I'll never see you again! The first girl I kiss she gets expelled for torture."

"What I did was to assure Nevermore has protectors, you, Enid, Bianca and others. You may not agree with my method but you are Nevermores Last hope. Take solace in that, what do you plan to do?"

(Y/n)'s breath became more animalistic, almost low growling.

"... I'm gonna kill him, I'll turn Tyler's family tree into a god damn pile of ash!" He says, the Fake Wednesday stands up and walks up behind him.

"And if Tyler stood behind that door?"

"I'd vaporize him without a second thought."

"...Good, your emotions are strong, but don't let them overpower you, you always let them overtake you. Let them fuel your body for what you have prepared." Wednesday said, and as if on queue, the door is knocked upon. (Y/n) slowly approaches; almost itching to open his eyes, he grasped the handle of the door and opens it. But it was his Surrogate Sister, Enid.

"Oh, am I interrupting?" She says, he wastes no time hugging her tightly, which catches her off guard.

"Enid you're okay! Yeah, I'm fine.." he lets her go, which she adjusts her uniform.

"Yeah, that's good to hear! Wednesday told me what happened, if Tyler is the Hyde then when it fought you at the Manor.."

"Tyler was trying to kill us to silence us, pretty obvious now, but hindsight is 20/20 I guess. But how's Wednesday? I'll go help her—"

"About.. that." Enid says as it catches the confusion of (Y/n).

"What?"

"Okay, don't freak out but, Weems basically said toy can't come near Wednesday until she leaves Nevermore." Enid says, (Y/n) looks absolutely baffled by it, In sheer disbelief.

"She said it was to makes sure that you and her don't plan anything, not my words." She said and (Y/n) sighs, he looks even more distraught and Enid tries to cheer him up.

"Look, I'll relay any message you have for her." Enid says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her.

"...Any, message?" He says and Enid nods, which was a terrible mistake.

"Enid returns back to the dorm where Wednesday is packing, she decides to help any way possible.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to miss your creepy, lifeless eyes waking me up. It won't be the same without you."

"So I assume you'll be moving in with Yoko. Leaving me in the past."

"Not ever. What about you? Will you forget about me?" Enid said sadly, and Wednesday says something nice to her?

"Enid... the mark you have left on me is indelible. Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I'll think of you." which is Wednesdays version of "I'll never forget you." Which brightens Enid up a little, "Thanks. I guess."

"I always believed relying on other people to be a sign of weakness. That inevitably they would lead me to disappointment. Turns out I've been the disappointment."

"Are you kidding me? I've learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior, but... most people spend their entire lives pretending to give zero effs, and you literally never had an eff to give. Any chance you've got some sort of sneaky plan to elude Weems?" Enid asks.

"No, Xavier's right. This prophecy cannot come true if I'm not here. But it kills me to leave when Tyler is still walking around free."

"If he tries anything, we have a school full of gorgons, vampires, and werewolves, ready and waiting. Especially (Y/n), We've got this, Wednesday. I promise. On a good note, I got a text from Eugene's moms. He woke up last night. Maybe Weems'll let you drop by on your way to the station." Enid says, thing Snaps his fingers and Wednesday nods at this.

"I think we're all set."

"Thing, I'm going to miss our makeup tutorials. And you better keep sending me moisturizing tips. Stay in touch, okay?" She says, Enid turns to Wednesday offering a hug. "So, we're gonna... You're right. Not hugging is kind of our thing. But..." Enid says sadly and looks a bit uncomfortable.

"What?" Wednesday says.

"Weems forbade him from seeing you in case you two had planned a escape route.."

"I see, I suppose I expected this."

"And... (Y/n) left a present.." Enid says but looks really reluctant to say what it is. Wednesday picks up on her idling.

"Enid we don't have much time, whatever horrid present (Y/n) has concocted will not phase me." Wednesday says with a lot of confidence, Enid braces And moves in, giving her the tiniest peck on the cheek, Wednesday freezes and just stares at Enid who looks a bit horrified.

"Sorry! Sorry! (Y/n) Said to do that.." Enid Looks ready to run for the hills, awaiting Wednesdays response, she takes a deep sigh and calms herself.

"You two make me want to vomit sometimes." She says, there's a knock on the door and then it opens to Weems.

"Wednesday. This time I'm personally escorting you to your train."

"...I have one final favor." Wednesday said.

Eugene has finally awoken in the hospital, sitting solemnly inside his bed, he's quickly surprised by the arrival of Wednesday.

"Wednesday!"

"Eugene. Glad to see you're finally awake."

"I heard you visited all the time."

"Don't ever mention it again. Listen, I've been meaning to tell you... I shouldn't have gone to the dance. I should have been with you."

"When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. I heard you and (Y/n) stole the whole night away! It's not your fault. It's the monster's."

"It's actually called a Hyde. It's still out there. You can't go back to Nevermore. Not even to check on your bees. And you have to listen to me this time."

"I thought hummers were supposed to stick together. That night in the woods, someone set fire to that cave."

"Yes, Dr. Kinbott."

"It's so crazy that it was her. I don't really remember any of it. I just saw someone wearing black and those boots."

"...What about her boots?" Wednesday said.

"There was an explosion of light and just for a moment, I saw that they weren't black. They were red." He says, and Wednesdays face was actually shocked. And she goes to Weems quickly. There's only one person who could do all this, and with that last bit of information all the pieces fell together.

Thornhill was in her botany class, preparing a syringe of nightshade. She turns around to begin her tests when Wednesday appears behind her.

"Wednesday! I thought you'd be halfway to New Jersey by now."

"You can drop the act, Laurel. I should have known it was you. Faking your death, securing a job at Nevermore, unlocking a Hyde. Typically, I have great admiration for well-executed revenge plots. But yours was a bit extreme, even for my high standards."

"Oh, dear. Weems was right. You do need psychiatric help. Can't throw out wild accusations without consequences."

"They may be wild... but they're true. Tyler told me everything." Tyler slowly steps out from the shadows behind Wednesday.

"Initially I incorrectly accused Kinbott of using hypnosis to unlock him. But you used a plant-derived chemical, didn't you? I know your father kept tabs on all the outcasts in town. So I assume he told you about the Galpin family secret when you were just a girl. That's why you targeted Tyler. You manipulated him by showing him what his mother truly was. What Tyler didn't realize is that truth wouldn't free him. It would enslave him to you. That was scary at first, so you used the cave and the shackles. But eventually he willingly became your servant. And when Kinbott came close to discovering the truth, you had Tyler kill her and pin it on Xavier." Wednesday explained the entire plan, Thornhill sighs and removes her glasses.

"Ugh. That's enough. Tyler, honey, make Mama happy and shut her up. Permanently."

"He's not on your side."

"Tyler will do anything for me. Remember what I told you? I showed you who you really are. What they did to your mother...The outcasts made you a monster."

"If you only hate outcasts, why is he killing normies as well?"

"They're just pawns in a bigger game. Just like you, Wednesday. Once again, you've underestimated the situation. You were never getting on that train. I sent Tyler to intercept you."

"I never made it to the station. Heard enough?" Wednesday asks Tyler, Thornhill looks a bit confused and watches as Tyler transforms into Weems.

"Your slave is probably still at the station." Wednesday said, Thornhill looks caught in a trap, a trap she cannot weasel her way out.

"Don't make this more difficult than it already is, Marilyn." Weems said sadly, Laurel, enraged snaps.

"My name is Laurel!" she jams the syringe into the neck of Weems, poisoning her. Weems collaspes, choking as the nightshade. Wednesday rushes to her side.

"Principal Weems! Principal Weems!" She says, but the poison courses though her veins, and Weems perishes.

"Nightshade poisoning. A fitting end, don't you think?" Wednesday turns to Thornhill who knocks hero it cold with a shovel. She drags Wednesday away, little does Thornhill know, Thing is watching, he runs off to find (Y/n). (Y/n) was still in his room, actually contemplating murder, he feels aggressive thumping on his window and he walks over to it, he senses a small thing moving.

"Thing?" He opens it and thing leaps in and begins to frantically tap.

"Woah woah slow down.. what's wrong?" He stops and thumps away.

"Weems? Thornhill? Where did they take her?! What do you mean you don't know?!" He stands up and runs to his window.

"IGVIND!" He yells, he steps back and soon crows come flying in. They sit at different places.

"Wednesday is missing, find her, now!" He yells, he snaps his fingers and they fly out in droves. He turns to Thing.

"Go get Enid! I'm checking the greenhouse." He said before leaving quickly, he rushes out of the room and heads to the Greenhourse. Wednesday groggily awakens from her beating, which Tyler watches her. She hangs from her cuffs from a hook.

"Kind of a déjà vu thing we got going on, huh?" He says with a smirk.

"Except I won't cry and whine like a child."

"Tyler, go wait by the boat." Laurel says, preparing the ritual. "Yes. Listen to your master and be a good little Hyde." Wednesday keeps her stern demeanor as Tyler leaves.

"I have to admit..that shape-shifting stunt with Weems almost worked. But as my father always said, "If you want to outsmart an outcast, you got to out-think 'em." You know, we have roots that go all the way back to Joseph Crackstone."

"So you come from a line of psychotic killers too."

"Joseph Crackstone was a visionary, dedicated to protecting normies from outcasts until his life was cut short by your ancestor, Goody Addams. And then, to add insult to injury, they stole his land to build that abomination of a school. But, throughout the centuries, my family has remained committed to Crackstone's mission. My brother died serving that cause. I decided to take a different approach. The supernatural." Laurel places jars of human body parts with Tesla coils at the top of them surrounding the coffin.

"Tyler's been collecting these body parts to resurrect Crackstone. The one man who nearly succeeded in eradicating the outcasts. You can't wake the dead. Believe me, I've tried."

"I believe your ancestor Goody Addams would disagree." Laurel shows the book.

"Goody's Book of Shadows. You're the one that stole the original from Pilgrim World."

"It wasn't enough for Goody to kill Crackstone. She had to curse his soul too."

"What does this have to do with me? My dear Wednesday, you are the key. Your arrival at Nevermore set the chubby wheels of my plan in motion. You see, Goody sealed Crackstone in his sarcophagus with a blood lock, as Revenge for Killing her Lover, Cianán, she views it as blood for blood. And "Only one of her direct descendants can open it. You are the key. A living descendant on the night of a blood moon. So... I bided my time, and I made you feel special until you were ready to be sacrificed." Laurel caresses Wednesdays bleeding head, only to take the blood from her and smear it on the seal and open Goodys book, she begins to speak in Latin. Soon the jars begin to light up! Electricity dancing between them. Black smoke begins to emulate from the coffin and it bursts open! Crackstone has been resurrected! The impact throws Wednesday off of the hook and she hits the ground. Using this opportunity she begins to unshackle herself. Crackstone, now a decrepit demon is greeted by Laurel..

"I am of your blood. I have summoned you to rid the world of outcasts once and for all." she says and Kisses his ring.

"My vengeance will be swift and true."

"As will mine." Wednesday prepares to fight Crackstone, but the man grabs the girl by the neck, lifting her up.

"Goody Addams. You haunt me still. You will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me. Now burn in the eternal fires of hell." he says smiling, Wednesdays legs flail, until a "Shink" is heard, she swings the foot blade (Y/n) gave her, right into the unmentionables of Crackstone who growls in pain and drops her, Wednesday stood up, but only to receive a dagger to the side by Laurel.

"Go to hell, Where you belong. Sweet dreams, Wednesday!" She says, as she watches Wednesday collapse down. The two, now satisfied with their revenge leave Wednesday to bleed to death. As she lies on a pool of her slowly cooling blood, Goody appears.

"Wednesday."

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

"Listen, Crackstone must be stabbed through his black heart. It is the only way he will be vanquished now and forever."

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying." Wednesday said, but the doors open from the crypt, and she can only turn to see the shadow of a man approaching, goody sees it, and her eyes go wide.

"Cianán." She says, the man runs to the side of Wednesdays to see it's (Y/n) he looks absolutely panicked.

"Wednesday! It's okay! I'm here now, Cmon. Just, relax." He says, he begins to do what he can.

"When I remove the knife, be ready I'll have to use Cauterization. Just, deep breath. He begins to cast a bit of magic on his finger. He grips the blade and Wednesday takes a deep breath. He quickly pulls the blade from her side. He then places his burning finger along her abdomen to close the wound witu heat. She grabs his hand, squeezing it hard as she tries to keep the sounds of pain low, but it was a low whimper. As the wound is close. He picks her up like his bride to be. He smiles so happily.

"Thank god I found you! Thing told me what happened! Cmon we have to get you somewhere safe." He rushes out with her in tow and Wednesday begins to move.

"I can walk by myself now, thank you for saving me.." she said, he hugs her.

"I'm never gonna leave you side, you know that." He says, but their reunion was interrupted by Tyler.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now."

"You're like a cockroach."

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere." She says, and they watches Tyler transform into the Hyde, (Y/n) steps up with his cane, ready to fight him.

"I've been waiting for this!" He charges at Tyler, who swings at him, he ducks under and leaps into his back, chocking him again witu his cane. But this time flyer predicts it and spins, hurling him into a tree. (Y/n) slowly begins to get up, but a pair of claws slam him into the tree. Tyler squeezes his neck, choking the life out of (Y/n) Wednesday rushes over to help but gets swatted away. Tyler raises his hand against, before a howl echoes and something tackles the Hyde. He drops down coughing to sense a pale werewolf, the smell lingers. He slowly backs away, wondering what evil this could be, the werewolf turns to him, seemingly happy, he sniffs the air and smells something. Full Moon Nail polish.

"Enid? You.. you did it!" He says so happy, Tyler rose to fight and (Y/n) feels Wednesday grab his arm.

"We need to get back to the school, Crackstone is going to kill everyone!"

"But, Enid—"

"Enid isn't some little girl, she can handle herself, she's really done it." Wednesday said, Enid turns to them with a reassuring bark. (Y/n) shakily sighs.

"Okay, Go get Em! And Enid.. I'm so proud of you." He says, she can't help but smile and charges to hold off Tyler. (Y/n) and Wednesday run off to stop Crackstone, who enters the main area. As students run, Laurel smiles

"I can't tell you how I've longed for this moment, what it means for my family."

"Silence, woman! Be gone, or I will cut thy tongue from thy wretched mouth!"

"...Never meet your heroes." Laurel says before leaving.

"I will expunge you abominations from this Earth!" Crackstone yells.

"Howdy, pilgrim." He turns around to see Wednesday, still alive, her heart still beating.

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?" He yells, he turns around as (Y/n) comes leaping off a floor to attack, Crackstone uses his staff to halt him in his place and then hurl him into a Pilar breaking it. It lands on his back and he struggles to get up, Wednesday now faces off against Crackstone, (Y/n) reaches for his cane and hurls it.

"Wednesday!" He yells and she catches it.

"Twist the Handle!" He yells and she does, she hears a mechanism unlock, she begins to pull and reveal its true power, a blade! A cane sword!" Wednesdays and Crackstone do battle, using her more reflexes to avoid his attacks, but with his magic she is unfortunately no match, using his staff to pin her down. (Y/n) pushes the pillar off of him and charges at Crackstone, using his strength he slams him into the ground and begins to pummel on him. Each punch having a deep impact. Before he can continue, Crackstone used his staff against to slam the blind hero into the fountain. And choke him. He leers over (Y/n).

"I will siphon the life out of you! And then goody! I'll put an end to your twisted bloodline!" He laughs, his cackling just enraged (Y/n), so much that he has no choice. And with a final visceral scream

He opens his eyes.

As if hell itself explodes, Crackstone and Wednesdays were blown away. She can only watches as flames dance around (Y/n), his shadow growing like a multiple armed demon. The flames Grow in ferocity as the blinding heat from his opening bellows though the world itself seemingly. Crackstone slowly backs away, seeing that his left arm, was completely disintegrated into ash. He can watch as (Y/n) walks from the flames, his shadow now has transformed into a monster with multiple arms. He sees (y/n) stands there and utter a chilling quote.

"Now I am become death... the destroyer of Worlds.."

(Y/n) opens his eyes as only flashes of gold bellow form it, as a wave of golden death blasts from his eyes, turning Crackstone into nothing but ash. He closes his eyes again, and he turns to look for Wednesday, who approaches him. He smiles and hugs her, and finally.. Wednesday hugs back. His smile quickly fades as he grabs her and spins, they swap places as a bullet hits his back, Wednesday watches him lurch forward. She peers past him to Laurel.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you." She says and unloads more, (Y/n) grabs Wednesday, making sure they don't hit her, but seven rounds riddles hud back, and he collapses onto the ground. Wednesday rolls (Y/n) into his back as he chokes on his own blood. His eyes open once more, and Laurel turns to ash, he laughs before us body gives out and Wednesday grabs him.

"(Y/n)! Hold on! I'll get you to the hospital you just need to—" She winces in pain trying to pick him up, but his hand gently holds hers, as he feels his grip slowly start to, weaken, Wednesday holds her emotions together, but she slowly began to crumble as she can only see him choke on the blood filling his lungs.

"(Y/n) if you die on me I will kill you.." she didn't say it out of anger or hatred, it was fear that her vision was coming to fruition.

"... Please don't leave me." She says, and a single tear falls down her cheek, her voice was shaking, so scared.

"Heh.." he laughs, he opens his eyes, and Wednesday finally sees them, and he sees her, the power has seemingly been snapped from them, and she looks at his beautiful eyes. He smiles though the blood coated grin.

"I did say, I'd burn the world down.. just to see you... totally worth it." He says smiling, but his grin slowly fades, and so does the light in his eyes. His grip is no longer there. Wednesday was now truly ocvercome with emotion, tears fell but she didn't cry, she just stares at his body. More students began to fill the main room. Enid approaches and was in disbelief, she fell to her knees and wept. Wednesday closes her eyes and truly felt despair, before Goody kneels down next to her.

"Wednesday." She says, Wednesday turned to goody and she touched (Y/n).

"Allow me to save him, I was not able to save my Cianán, but allow me to save yours." She says, her body begins to dissipate into dust, and there's silence, besides Enids painful cries, Wednesdays places her head on his chest, and hears a single thump.

"Enid stop! He's alive! We have to get him to the hospital, now!"

One Week Later.

(Y/n)'s eyes open to a hospital room, he struggles to sit up but sees that his wounds have healed naturally. He sees the countless flowers and such for him and he sees Enid snoring on his lap. He chuckled and pets her.

"Hey, sleepyhead." He says, Enid grumbled and opens her eyes, she finally processes what's going on and hugs him so hard.

"(Y/N)!" She yells, crying. He laughs and does as well.

"It's so good to see you!" He said, she holds on for what seems to be forever before letting go. Enid wipes her mascara off.

"When I saw all that blood I was so scared and Wednesday said you were okay.. and you spend a week in here and...and.. and.." Enid was trying to speak and was too busy trying not to cry, so it just came out as a jumbled mess. He just pets her.

"Hey, calm down, but I gotta know, how did it feel the wolf out finally?"

"It felt, different, new... thanks to you. You always had my back." She says, "What are besties for? Where's Wednesday?" He asks, Enid smiles so warmly at that.

Wednesday was sitting in the dorm room on the bed, staring at the ground. She was just wearing black shorts and (Y/n)'a hoodie. Enid steps in giddy and she smiles.

"So.. how are you feeling?"

"Absolutely dreadful."

"Oh, so nothings changed... well someone wants to see you."

"Enid I don't wish to speak to anyone." Wednesday said, a person steps in and Enid sits on her bed smiling, a person kneels down to face Wednesday and her eyes look up to (Y/n).

"... you're, not a ghost are you?"

"What? Have you been seeing ghosts?" He laughs and Wednesday slowly begins to grow in anger.

"Are you.. Serious?"

"Heh... what?" He asks confused, Wednesday stands up, and begins to approach him, he slowly backs away at the same time.

"You get yourself shot, and you die, and the first thing you say to me is some stupid joke?" Wednesday said fuming, (Y/n)'a attitude shifts to absolute fear. “Does my concern for your well-being mean absolutely anything to you?” She says, her voice growing in anger, (Y/n) felt another breach in death approaching.

"I-I mean well.."

"I, hate you." Wednesday said, which hurt (Y/n).

"Wednesday I—"

"Silence, I hate how you made me feel, I hate it when you smile, I hate it when you grab my hands and make me fluster, I hate it when you make terrible jokes only to annoy and or amuse me. I hate it when you're always at my side even when I don't deserve it, I hate it when you treat me like you aren't scared of me, like I'm a normal person”

when I'm not. I hate that you care about me, when I don't deserve it.... I hate how much you love me..

"Just as much as i hate how much I... love you." Wednesday said, admitting her love. (Y/n) didn't know what to say, and she just grabbed his face and kissed him. Without any stopping his hands wrapped around her waist and pushed their lips deeper into each other, he picks her up and Carrie's her off to her bed and lies her down, crawling on top he presses his lips back into hers, and Wednesdays grips his button up and tears it off, he kissed her neck, letting Wednesday finally enjoy the reward she so desperately fought for. The slightest moan escapes from her purse lips as his hand slowly slides along her leg, further upward.

As the two, like wild animals go at it, Enid watches absolutely horrified as his jacket landed at her feet.

"Ahem, AHEM!" She says louder, the two stop and turn to face her. Their lips part and they realize Enid was still there. They quickly get off of each other and sit there.

"You two are so... cute!" She says, "Did you remember she was here?" (Y/n) whispers.

"I did, I just didn't care." She responds. A sigh comes from (Y/n). But rather complaining he spends the rest of the day with his closest Allies. But all good things must come to said end, (Y/n) woke in his bedroom and began to Yawn, he attempts to stretch but a vise like grip was on him, Wednesday. She decided to sleep over in his dorm. She hasn’t let him out of her sight since his death.

“Wednesday?” He says, she awakens, with a tiny yawn like a deadly kitten, (Y/n) attempts to hold in his urge to mush her adorable face.

“Is it Morning?” She asks.

“Yes, so… can you let me—“

“No.”

“… Wednesday you’ll have to let me go eventually, I won’t get killed going to the bathroom.”

“…”

“Please?” He asks, She relents and lets him go, he smiles and gently kisses her forhead. Eventually getting dressed and entering the principals old room, The Trio stand inside the Principals office..

"I hate to admit, but I am gonna miss Principal Weems." Enid says.

"She could be a real pain." (Y/n) Said calmly.

"But she was tough. And she died for the one thing she truly loved, this school. For that, I have immense respect." Wednesday said.

"She was one of us. So...Now that classes are canceled for the semester, you have to come visit me in San Francisco." Enid says smiling.

"I can pretty much guarantee fog and drizzle every day. Your kind of weather." (Y/n) adds in.

"Sounds tempting." She says, they enter the foyer as Enid goes to get her things, and (Y/n) gives her one final gift, a phone.

"So... Welcome to the 21st century, Addams. My number's in there already." (Y/n) said, just a way for us to keep in contact. "That's a bold move. I hope you're not expecting me to call." She says.

"No, I'm just awaiting your desperate need to see your man."

"As egotistical as ever, but.. while It will he dreadful to depart, how can I assure you'll never wary?"

"Wednesday I'd never look at another girl.." (Y/n) says.

"I know...but I cannot say the same for the numerous harlots here, so I just mark my territory." Wednesday said.

".... you're not gonna like, pee on me are you?" (Y/n) asks scared, Wednesday scoffs and just grabs his tie, she yanks him into a long deep kiss in front of everyone, she lets him go as he just stands there.

"Any woman who would even dare getting their lips that close to yours not know the consequences."

"Uh.. how do you know that would work?" He asks, and he sees Wednesday, smirk?"

"I'm very perceptive." She responds, he couldn't help but smile at that.

"...I'm really gonna miss you. My little nightmare." He says.

"... I'll miss you too." She replies and leaves, as Wednesday departs, she opens her phone to find two contacts, (Y/n), and Enid. And a mysterious message, which shows pictures of her and (Y/n) talking and the words "I see you."

"My very first stalker. Maybe this forced vacation will be more interesting than I imagined. Unlike my novel, not every thread has been tied up, nor every question answered. Secrets are still lurking in the dark corners of Jericho. Were Laurel Gates and Tyler just pawns in a bigger game? Will today's stalker become tomorrow's nemesis? I know the suspense is killing you.."

"My first girlfriend, I'll admit didn't expect it to be a emotionally castrated Emo. And I gotta say I love it, Nevermore was never normal but she made it abnormal, and to think that this is only my second year! I know you're all dying to know what happens next well...

"I guess you just have to wait and.. See."

To be continued…

Until season 2 of course…

[raphaelslittlemouse]

Better the Devil You Know - Part 1

The Devil's In the Details

Part two here. Part three here. Part four here.

Minors DNI. ~780 words. Tav sneaks into the House of Hope to save a friend. Mild spoilers for act 3, tagged just in case. Raphael x Fem!Tav. No physical description given, could be read as a 3rd person Raph x Reader.

She’s got her hand on the contract when the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. His voice would chill her to the bone if it didn’t send shivers elsewhere instead. 

“Now, now, little mouse. Why ever would you think you could sneak into my House of Hope without my knowing? And why ever would you think I would let you leave once you’ve snuck in?” Raphael rumbles in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. 

She resigns herself to being caught, but refuses to acknowledge defeat. “Raphael, even you have to know this is wrong,” she says, turning and waving the scroll in his handsome face. “She’s a child. Mol is a child. I cannot let you do this to her.” 

Raphael tilts his head, but he’s careful to keep his expression neutral, though she can tell he wants to smirk like the self righteous bastard he is. “I have contracts with lots of children, little mouse. What makes this one so special?” 

“I…” She takes a deep breath, more to keep from smacking him in the face than to ground herself. “I’ve worked so hard…to save her. To keep her safe. I can’t let you have her. She has her whole life ahead of her, and I won’t let her owe it to you.” 

“But she can owe it to you instead?” Raphael counters. “You mortals are all hypocrites, and yet you call my kind devils.” 

“Mol owes me nothing. I have protected her because I want to. I just want her to be safe and happy.” 

“Out of the goodness of your heart then? Continuing to play the hero when it causes you nothing but pain?” 

“I just want to help people, Raphael. It’s what good people do.” 

“And good things often never happen to good people. You should know that better than anyone. Which leads me to ask again: why?” 

“Does it matter? You’re a businessman, Raphael. Let me make you a better offer.” 

Raphael’s cool facade slips. His lips curl up in a smirk so devilish that she can’t decide if she wants to wipe it from his face with a kiss or her fist. This is what he wanted all along. She played into his hands. “Oh? Pray tell, what is this offer?” 

“A bargain to end a bargain. Free Mol, immediately, with no harm coming to her, no loopholes, nothing. And I will make a bargain in her stead.” 

His grin threatens to split his handsome face in two as he takes the contract from her, his fingers blazing hot on hers as he closes his grip on the scroll. She fights back her shiver of delight at the electric current that shoots through her when his fingers brush hers. But she can’t fight back the look of shock that overtakes her face as Raphael rips the contract in two. Without waiting to hear her bargain. “Done,” he murmurs. “Your wish is my command, little mouse. Tell me what your heart desires, and it’s yours. For a price, of course.” 

It’s her turn to smirk. She thought she’d have to fight harder. “My heart desires the one thing that all my heroics have never gotten me.” 

“And what is that? Riches? Fame? Immortality?” Raphael asks, ticking his suggestions away on his long fingers. 

She shakes her head. “None of that. My bargain, my one true desire, Raphael, is love. Real and true, given freely from the one I love. Give me that, and my soul is yours without complaint, without a fight.” 

She holds out her hand, waiting for him to take it, her gaze burning on him. She can’t help the gasp that escapes when his hand engulfs hers, bringing it to his lips to place an uncharacteristically sweet kiss on her knuckles. He snaps his fingers as he releases his grip on her, her contract appearing before her, a quill materializing in her hand. 

“It would be my pleasure to uphold this bargain,” he says, that smirk back on his lips as she signs her name, signs her soul away. “I find myself more than slightly curious as to whom is so important, so good and true, to have caught the eye of the soon-to-be-named Greatest Hero The Realms Have Ever Known? That Astarion of yours? Karlach, seeing as you’re so fond of Tieflings?” 

She shakes her head again, handing the contract and quill over to Raphael, her eyes never leaving his. “Isn’t it obvious, Raphael? It’s you.” 

The look of shock as his jaw drops is worth more than all the gold and jewels in the Realms. Almost worth her soul. Almost. 

[chiarrara]

Nanami anon here. I really hope they develop Mahoro with these sorts of themes in mind. I can't believe I forgot the princess aspect of Nanami, it's such a big thing in Utena in regards to self delusion and how people end up stuck in gendered social roles. This general perspective is what's keeping me interested in Bucchigiri cuz I can see so much potential for that sort of depth. I'm so glad I could help spark this sort of discussion (it's been sorta hard to find people willing to engage with these kind of interpretations).

Hiiii Nanami anon! I'm so glad you came back!!

Yes I think this story is so interesting even just in the potential it sets up. If it doesn't deliver on that potential it could be disappointing, I guess. but it brings up a lot of interesting discussions either way, so I'm just enjoying where we are right now and the conversations going on in the criminally tiny fandom.

To be completely honest i spent a lot of time arguing with people about the literary worth of this show on another platform and it was just depressing. Nobody wanted to engage deeper than surface level appeal, and only would approach it through an extremely narrow lens of expected tropes of the type of show *they* wanted to watch, and a demand for pandering to one type of fan in a genre it doesn't even really belong to, instead of honestly approaching it for what it is and the story it's trying to tell. I've been trying to curate my experience more so I can actually enjoy myself, and interacting with the small community of people here who actually like to enjoy and analyze the show within the literary conversation it's clearly trying to have has been so much more fulfilling.

ANYWAY, I love what you're bringing up because self-delusion is such a big theme here! and specifically how it interacts with compulsory gender roles!!! Like, Arajin is trying so hard to fulfill compulsory heterosexuality, but is running away from the very masculine coded honor-through-fighting that senya and the general culture value. A lot of people suspect that his pursuit of losing his virginity is a way to make up for his self-perceived weakness and failure to uphold the masculine ideal of honor-through-fighting when he was young.

THEN when MAHORO stands up and displays that ideal, he is able to achieve it (at least for a moment). There's also discussion that if this follows Aladdin, he's going to lose the genie and some point and will have to essentially prove himself as honorable without the genie's help. This could be interesting. We'll see what happens.

So is fighting masculine coded in this show? Or is it just the height of honor? Or is fighting for the right reasons or in the right ways honorable. Because not all the fighting is portrayed as a good thing.... I'm thinking out loud here.

Anyway, Mahoro is also stuck in this gendered role obviously, but I wonder how much self-delusion will play into it. She believed she needed to use her role as a cute girl to stop the fight, but all those attempts failed. Ultimately what worked was dropping the facade, dropping the role & those tactics, and standing up to fuckface (i do not care about this man I'm so sorry lol) as HERSELF. Saying what she really thought, how she really felt about these people and the whole situation. And basically willing to sacrifice her well-being to do so. Ooooh this is so interesting!!!!

I really can't wait to see where this goes, I know I keep saying that but. It's true. I mean, Matakara could be said to have some delusions about honor. Maybe the way he sees his brother is diluted. He believes in Arajin to a fault, but he was proven correct. Although it wasn't him that sparked the change. I dunno, a lot to think about.

I'm so glad I could be an intermediary for this discussion! I don't know anything about Utena, but if y'all do feel free to talk through me lol. I'm loving this.

[neverchecking]

i love being fed by everything on your blog and love returning the favor 😌

i’ve been thinking that our dear boy Cal has been overshadowed recently by the other two triplets. and that just won’t do here

let’s say that Reader has also been unintentionally not paying enough attention to Cal and tries to get his God(dess) to spend time with just him. but he’s still not good about asking for what he wants so he does it in a lowkey way, like just physically being around Reader more, offering to do things for them, leaving little notes in their bag, you get the idea. eventually Reader catches on definitely not because the others kept glaring at Cal whenever he tried stealing Reader’s attention nope not at all and feels bad about accidentally neglecting the poor knight. to make it up to him, Reader offers to do whatever Cal wants for a day, no questions asked. surely he wouldn’t ask for something outrageous from his divine lovely, right?

(can turn nsfw if you’d like 🤭)

-🐝

🐝anon! Welcome back! I always enjoy being fed :)))

I realize that we have also been neglecting our boy Cal. But compared to the other two, he's just so quiet! But no less loved.

Now that I think about it, Cal is the perfect man to slip into the background and assume the position as a non-threat, only to jump right in at the perfect moment and sweep Reader of her feet. His love language is totally something soft and quiet, like the little notes for Reader or maybe flower crowns dropped on their head as he passes.

If this is the Holy Grail AU, I imagine she feels it through the soul link that Cal is feeling a little left out :( But it probably only alerts her if it gets to a relatively high level because there are like ten other guys she's linked with (At least).

Should his Goddess offer to do anything he wishes for a day, he's gonna try to keep his knight facade. Uphold chivalry and all that, but when the night drags on, right before midnight and this promise ends, he probably breaks. He's dropping to his knees in front of his divinity, laying his forehead on her torso with his head bowed. He's clinging to her as if she'll slip through his fingers, down right fucking crying when her fingers gently brush through his hair. Because what has he been missing? Playing the strong and silent type has its toll because he could not live without this.

"...Remember how you said anything?"

"I do."

"All day?"

"...Yes."

"Let me show you my love."

AHFHF THE THOUGHT JUST HAS ME PURRING

[pastel-omegas-blog]

oH- shit ye ye i remember him getting mc that red meat and it's nice that hybrid MC's family kinda cares for him and yeah bullying deffo sucks

Oh! And hmm let's say basically everyone that would go yandere for mc in the hybrid au went already...well yandere for him how would they show their jealous and how would they act?

Btw I'm June! If you remember me on Quotev lol ^^;;

Oh ~ time to introduce one of the love intrests. Ah sorry for not remembering

LEON

Jealous little fucker.

In school people think he's just helping the sheep so it's easy for him to be seen with mc without any backlash.

Infact if anything it boosts his popularity so he can easily get away with been loving to his love.

But because he has an image to uphold he can't just outright show his hatred for the person.

So he's just leaving his scent all over M/N, trying to keep him for extra study lessons. He's always trying to keep him to himself.

M/N is HIS.

And he's not sharing him with anyone! Still he's not going to be irrational and act out.

However, this doesn't stop him from spreading false rumours about a person, but if you know Leon by now this won't be enough for him.

No no no no~ if the Love interest is weaker than him in noble status and power he's getting rid of them.

Might even feed them to Mc if they irked him bad enough.

Will murder to get them out of his way and honestly him killing a rival or any other contender off is much merciful than if he keeps them alive.

The gods forbid he decides to toy with you alive.

Like his OG self, despite his kind facade he lacks morals, is not against hurting family members of theirs to prove a point.

But if they have a higher standing and are more power than him the lop bunny finds himself being obedient and threading carefully.

He hates it,but he knows when he has to bow his head.

If this happens to be the case well....

He's not against marking M/N. Filling him up with cute little kits.

Whether his little lamb wants it or not~

W...wait! Sir Evermore! S..stop please " M/N cried out as he was pushed down to cold tiled floor.

 His ears were pinned down as his e/c eyes widen in fear and confusion behind the locks of h/c hair hiding them.

 He didn't understand what was going on.

 One minute he was following Leon to the green house because the other had offered to help him with the flowers and the next the lop rabbit had pushed him down to the tiled ground once the doors were closed, unbuttoning his coat and trying to pull the fabric off the sheep hybrid.

 The wild look in his purple eyes reminded the h/c man of a rabid dog.

A Predator.

And he was prey.

 His mind went back to the red meat the blue haired omega had been feeding him.

 Was he going to be turned into red meat ?

 Had Leon grown tired of him already ?

 Was he that worthless now that he could only be served as food to predators ?

 His heart shattered at the thought as tears welled up in his eyes as he pathetically struggled against the larger omega.

 Did the other really not love him like he said he did ?

 A loud sob was ripped out of his plump lips as Leon pulled off the school coat revealing his body and most importantly his neck to the larger omega.

The sheep's kicking got more frantic, his mind going into flight mood, ignoring the cooing sounds of the larger omega trying to comfort him. Suddenly his senses where pushed into overdrive as his sensitive nose was forced to endure an onslaught of the larger omega's scent of strawberries and vanilla clogging his mind.

Cute~ " the rabbit hybrid purred out as he stared as the smaller man under him, enjoying the sounds of panic and confusion leaving his lips.

 He always like the dumbs ones.

Using the smaller omega's confused state to his advantage Leon adjusted his position, pushing a knee to spread the other's legs wool covered legs apart and holding his wrists to keep him in place, a slurred whine was what he got in response.

 Using his free hand Leon unbuttoned the other's collar, exposing the s/c man's pretty neck and scent patches around his scent glands blocking the sweet scent of warm  honey and ripe peaches ( the one that had been driving him crazy ever since he caught a whiff of it by an accident  ).

  Narrowing his eyes and clicking his tongue in annoyance, the rabbit hybrid used his free hand to peel away the offending material, letting out an animalistic growl as he basked in the sweetness of the other's scent.

Not wasting time the blue haired man lowered his face to the other's neck, licking the soft patch of skin, a soft groan leaving his lips at the sweet taste that coated his tongue, his cock getting hard and straining in his trousers at the moan that left the sheep's lips.

 He could ravage him later.

He paid no mind to his arousal focusing on the task he had at hand.

Using his free, Leon brushed away the hair covering his beautiful eyes " I'm sorry N/N..." the smaller omega still disoriented from the over flow of pheromones still somehow managed to perk up a bit at the nickname.

"... This is going to hurt a bit, but it's for the best ..... " The larger omega cooed out , opening his mouth to reveal tiny full fangs

The e/c man tried to make out the blurry images and the words he was hearing.

The functioning part of him didn't understand how Leon, a lop bunny-

A prey!

Could have so much power over him.

Prey was weak and couldn't fight back.

Then what was Leon-

" AH! " A high pitched pained scream forced it's way out of M/N's lungs, his body writhing around as he tried to push away the larger omega from him, but the rabbit wasn't budging.

The full ache of dull fangs digging into the soft flesh of his neck, he could feel the warm blood spilling down his neck, the hot white pain making tears run down his cheeks as blubbering nonsense left his lips.

Leon simply held him down as he forced his fangs to go through faster, hating how he was causing his lamb pain, but after a few more agonizing seconds it went through.

The mating mark was done.

Leon pulled away, ruby red droplets spilling down his chin as a few smeared across his thin peach lips. Purple eyes stared at the pretty bleeding mess underneath him.

His soft whimpers, his soft fuzzy ears pinned to the side of his face, his small brown horns shining in the gleam of the setting sun,his pearl like tears, the small droplets of blood spilling out of the two puncture wounds on his neck his scent had already started mingling with how own in a sweet scenting symphony.

He was his.

M/N was his now!

A crazed laugh left the rabbit's lips as the realization set in.

" Your mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine ​​Mine . Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!   Now does bastards can't take you away from me " he said, licking away the blood coated around his lips, the taste making his heart hammer away in his chest.

It took a while for his high to calm down, but when it did Leon finally regained himself.

Acting like a barbarian was unbecoming of a student council member like him. Taking a deep breath the larger omega gently picked up his mate, the poor man had passed out, but Leon didn't mind.

He would heal his cute little omega all up~

Evian

Say hello to a new love intrest.

Evian von Merridew 

Even though this world has majority of the population being hybrids there are still other mythical beings, like Orcs, elves, goblin, dragons etc. The dragons and other full monster species that have a humanoid forms.

Evian is one of these species, a siren to be more specific.

SIREN~ ( this is my own explanation for the creatures in my universe )

They are all extraordinarily beautiful and have varying body build, but the most common are, mesomorph, Tall, slender, hourglass and muscular. ' chubby sirens are of course seen, but because of their species beauty standards they try to starve them selves to 'fit in' which is wrong, but sadly not enough light is being put on the matter. With their extraordinary beauty, being prideful is a normal thing and are viewed by society as the, epitome of beauty, along with some hybrid species, Vampires, elves, fairies, succubi  and other mythics, some hybrids also fall into this category.

Leon's beauty is on par with Evian

They have feline like eyes almost seem to glow in the day time which is more noticable in the dark and like the old tales humans used to tell in days of old, they have beautiful enchanting voices that lure others into a state of hypnosis, the older the siren the more experienced they are in using their voice to get what they want, but laws prevent them from doing as they please as abusing their power can get them punished. They have mild regeneration abilities and can heal small cuts and broken bones fairly quickly, but loss of a limb or an organ will not be replaced ( They can with the help of månå infused surgery ) and enhanced strength ( can lift things twice their body size, this can grow if the individual decides to hone and train themselves on it ). They age slowly as well and once they reach a certain age they stop physically ageing and can keep living  for over millenniums , the oldest age a siren has ever reached is currently unknown to other species.

They have three forms of physical transformation transformation

The first is their 'Marrow' form   

This is just a human form,  but their scales can still be seen on the side of their necks, arms and thighs. Their canine tooth are fang like and their finger nails are like claws and the tips of their ears are pointed like that of elves. They are most commonly seen in this form.

Have excellent vision great sense of smell, enhanced strength and are agile on their feet.

The second form they have is their  'Pure' form.

This is their birth form, and the form they change too when they are in a large body of water.  Their legs merge back together to form a beautiful scaly  tail, their fingers become webbed, the gills on their necks that had been formally closed reopen so they don't need to resurface all that often for air and more scales appear on their upper torsoe and face. Now instead of just their canines all of their teeth are now shark like and razor sharp.

Then their final form is the berserker transformation. 

*Note: not every species has a berserker mode *

In this form they lose their beautiful faces and become hulking masses of scaly bodies, their scales becoming tougher than steel and their bodies grow drastically in size. Ranging from twenty to sixty meteres in height. Their mouths are filled with rows of razor sharp teeth that become to big to stay in there mouths and end up peeking out of their lips, adding to their already terrifying appearance, their eyes grow bigger in size and the slits become tas thin as a line. Strange marking patterns appear on their bodies and begin glow ( each individual has different patterns unique to them. Like finger prints ). No matter what ' Do not approach at all '. In this state they lose all thoughts of rational thinking and will attack any that moves with no other intention  than to kill. And death by this creatures is not a good way to die. Though this rarely happens as they pride themselves in self control so full berserker transformation is never fully reached ( unless someone fucked the hell up ) and the punishment for doing can lead to capital punishment, and the punishments can be harsh ( I.e removal of fins, forcing one to stay in their Marrow form for the rest of their life ). They have a pre-berserker form which is the one they usually resort to when they start their violent spree. It's similar to their pure form, except now they've grown in size ( from 16 to 30 feet long ) their scales, becoming more jagged and pointed and their mouths are with filled with the same shark like teeth peaking out of their lips. They have the same patterns glowing on their skin that does a great job at making them look ethereal yet at the same time fucking terrifying. Their sense are increased by a tenfold, meaning they are faster, stronger, healed quicker, perfect hearing. Escaping from them would be near impossible in the water.

BIRTH: 

Sirens have two ways of giving birth. The first is Marrow Carrying. 

Marrow Carrying ( Humanoid birth ): this is the ' normal ' birth, where the siren parent gives birth to their pup through  labour.  Can have from one to six pups per litter and pregnancy in this form is six months

Hatchling:

In their pure form the omega and alpha mate.  On their tails their where the pelvic area is located, there  is a slit, where their sex organ is hidden. ( The penis, vagina and since female alpha's have penises hidden inside vagina comes out when erect in their Marrow form, but both are visible and are separate instead of one being in the other. This is reverse for male omegas, since they have wombs there's a small opening below their penises , where they can be impregnated. After the mating is done the carrying parent waits for a few weeks to ensure that an egg or eggs have been fertilized, then they can carefully release it from their wombs, the egg is about the size of a golf ball , it's colour is pure white, but one can see the outline of the pup growing, once this is done, the parent guards the egg protectively, usually they transform into their pre-berserker form to scare off any threats as they guard over the growing egg, not even going to look for food. After seven months the egg shell has become weak and translucent, showing the pup that has formed healthy and the baby breaks free from it's gooey shell prison been born. 

The Hatching process takes to much energy and time and the whole process happens in the deepest parts of the sea, with the starving of one parent and survival rate of the pup being really low because one parent can't continuously watch the egg,  letting sneaky predators have a free meal, so majority prefer the ' Marrow method '.

Cute note: siren babies are called 'Guppies'

Inter breeding with these species is only possible with Vampires, elves, fairies, a few animal hybrids and humans.

Alphas and omegas are mostly born into these species, with very few betas. Sirens prefer the more traditional partber role ( Alpha x omega) So in the  Siren hierarchy beta's are at the bottom of the power scale.

                       Dominant Alpha

                       Dominant Omega

                       Recessive Alpha

                       Recessive Omega

                              Beta

They have no influence and are not the strongest when in comes to hunting and their chances of been fertile enough to carry children are really low, since most miscarriages happen to beta female who have a forty five percent chance of carrying a pup full term without any complications. 

Beta's are easy to tell apart, while pretty their beauty can't hold a candle to their alpha and Omega counterparts, and their scales even though they glimmer in the sun rays are usually dull in colour.

Are omnivores, but majority of their diet is meat, and they have a taste for land animals more than seafood.  As sophisticated as they look and act, they have the most count of cannibalism in their species, though it has died down with the increasing age of technology and modern world thinking.

Sirens are seen as a mythical species so they are refered to as mythic's ( same goes to other mythical species )

 The image is his face claim, but I'll explain more to give sight on his siren looks.

Pale porcelain skin that resembles that of a doll. Golden coloured scales with aqua marine decorate the side of his face, arms, rib cage and thighs.

His eyes are three colours the outer part of the iris being gold, the inner is aquamarine and the center being silver. Thin red glossy lips that's always pulled usually in a straight line.

Is a recessive omega, but is Pretty than a lot of dominant omegas in his empire.

Scent is cherries and lime

Other than having pretty privilege and damn plot armour he's born into a Grand duchy.

The Merridew Grand duchy is one of the founding families of the Empire and are on par with the Vermillion grand duchy and the L/N ducal family.

He knows M/N since they had play dates arranged between them as children.

He honestly had no interest in the sheep hybrid as they were growing up.

He's a siren so he technically he's a predator.

He's strong. He's even stronger than most since he's a prodigy.

The very best of the best.

He has no need to make friend with weak  prey.

That doesn't automatically mean he gets along with Marrav.

He detest the lion hybrid as well, the alpha is to cocky and annoying.

That's how the relationship between the two is just going to be at first. Two people who were forced to have play dates together as children and grew apart as they got older

Has an aloof personality and doesn't really care much for things he deems as a waste of his time. 

Tied with Leon as being one of the prettiest omegas in school.

Has a fanclub, but cult would be the right word with how they all religious worship him. He doesn't pay them much attention but it does boost his ego.

Also having minions ready to do his every bidding makes getting materials he needs for things a whole lot easier.

As a siren he has a soft enchanting voice they make people focus their attention on him and listen to his every word without protest.

Evian is a member of the student council and he's the head of the månå/ månå life studies and potions department. He's a prodigy at månå manipulation yes, but he prefers creating potions since it makes things a lot easier.

This potion making is what builds a road for him and M/N to interact.

He needs a particular ingredient for an elixir he's working on. A very rare red rose with gold tips.

And he can't find the damned thing anywhere.

Not even the black market, it's understandable because it takes good portion of ten years for the flower to bloom and during those years one has to constantly check and make sure it's receiving the right proportions of sun light, water and special månå fertilizer. Any small mistake would kill the flower and all progress and money would be gone for nothing.

He just didn't think that people would completely abandoned it! 

He has his minions working day and night to find it and after three months they do. it's been right under their noses the whole time.

The schools resident outcast has been growing them by himself in one of the academy's many abandoned green house.

He had paid a dark guild so much money for something under his nose.

The siren would be pissed off at first, but he'll brush it off. Since it's the pushover sheep that has one it'll be easy to collect it without spending anymore money.

Or so he thought.

Firstly finding the sheep hybrid is a surprisingly hard thing. The smaller omega is good at keeping himself hidden and is never in one place for long so it takes at least two weeks to track him down.

When Evian has finally managed to corner him the sheep hybrid refuses to give him one.

That blond can't forcefully take it, because M/N's family is the one backing him up for the project and he knows first hand how protect they can be, so he tries to buy it.

The sheep still have refuses and it takes a lot for him to not lunge and growl at the smaller man for being so stubborn.

M/N understandably won't just give away something that took his sweet and blood to grow so easily, especially since he only managed to successfully grow only fifteen, but Evian is at his wits end.

' " I thought we were friends. Friends help each other that's why I came to you " the blond said as he stared down at the smaller man with frustrated eyes.  His nails had started digging into the soft skin of his palm as a last ditch effort to calm his nerves down so he wouldn't attack the prey in anger.

He hated how he had stooped so low to this. Begging this inferior thing for something and he had the audacity to deny him of it.

What made things worse was he couldn't get a good grasp on the omega's expression because of his hair was covering his eyes. He was sure the bastard had a smug look on his fa-

" W... we're f.. friends ? " The question and hesitant voice made Evian's snap out of his thoughts.

Multicolored eyes watched how the smaller omega fidgeted in the spot he was standing, his fluffy wool ears twicthing slightly in nervousness as he nervously played with his fingers.

' oh ? '

" Of course we're friends! " The taller omega insisted suddenly moving forward to grasp the other's hand catching the sheep of guard.

" I know I've been really busy and haven't hanged out that much, but I really mean it when I say your my friend. We've been friends since we were guppies and kids haven't we ? " The blond man asked giving the sheep a pitiful look.

" Y...yes we h..have " the h/c man agreed wincing slightly when the other tightened his grip. " So you'll help me right ? " The omega said, leaning in closer, a red lips stretching into a small smile when the h)c  sheep hybrid nodded his head. 

" Thank you M/N your such a good friend " '

And just like that without wasting money he Even gets what he wants and one would think that's where their interaction will end.

Not. In fact it sort of becomes a game for him. How much can he take from the sheep omega by calling him his friend.

He obviously has no real interest in the smaller omega, he just wants to see how he can play him or just how much the other will bend to his whims for the sake of the ' friendship ' between them. And the siren soon finds out the he will do a lot.

From giving him precious herbs for free to being a lab rat for his potions and elixirs to even.

" The blond shoved his tongue deeper down the smaller omega throat, wanting to get more of his sweetness on his taste buds, his hands busied themselves on the other's body. One rubbing soothing circles on hips while the squeezed the soft flesh of his ass  occasionally pulling on his fluffy tail.

Ignoring the hands lightly tapping on his chest Evian continued to indulge himself, he only pulled away when the man started to go limp on his laps.

The siren stared at his cute little ' friend ' who was pitifully gasping for air. The h/c bangs that usually covered his eyes has been pulled back to reveal pretty e/c hues, a deep red blush dusting his s/c cheeks.

His plump lips were glossy from both their saliva being mixed together and slightly swollen from the bruising kisses he had been subjected to earlier.

His ears were pinned down by the side of his head giving him an even more submissive and timid look, the collar of his shirt and a few buttons had come undone, revealing the blooming hickeys and bite marks that decorated his neck and collarbone, the sweet scent flooding of him in waves and mixing with his own of cherry and lime.

The larger omega could feel the poor sheep's his hard cock pressing against his stomach struggling in his pants.

Evian hadn't meant for things to get this heated, but recently he had noticed the h/c sheep hybrid spending more time with that annoying lop rabbit and hadn't even been making time for him. He even had his disgusting scent all over him.

Evian wasn't jealous or anything.

How could he be jealous of prey interacting with one another ?!

He just wanted to remind his ' friend ' who he was supposed to spend more time with.

The siren let out a small moan as he felt his own cock struggle in his pants, but he had to be patient for now.

He needed to remind his pretty little omega that he was the only friend he was supposed to have '

Evian would sooner die than publicly admit he has feelings for M/N. He's not against showing him affection in public but he's sure as hell won't use his mouth to say it.

Uses his family's connection to break the engagement between M/N and Marrav so he can keep the little sheep hybrid for himself.

Is manipulative and controlling so he's going to make the h/c man his perfect little spouse. Uses magic to watch the sheep's every move.

As for dealing with other love intrests, he either sells them off to the black market or have his minions deal with them, but personally he doesn't like bothering himself with things that would make him handle ' unpure ' creatures.

Though if the Love interest in question pushes him far enough he will.

Hope you like this

[xflippinfrogx]

Okay!! hmmm so I feel both reggie and james don’t get enough lee! Moments in fics (in mauraders fics I’ve seen anyway) Soo maybe like switch? I’m not that creative like you are soo I can’t give a specific prompt in grand detail but maybe james wanting to be annoying and tickling reggie when he’s in his usual bad mood but james paying the price for it in the end? Something like that? but feel free to do something completely different :)

you’re content is literally amazing !!🤍🤍

-friendly anon (might reveal myself when confident enough lol)

Not in the mood..

A/N~ AHH YOURE SO SWEET!!!!! I totally agree, these cuties deserve so much more love.. Love the prompt btw!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!!

(P.S. I have my suspicions as to who you are but I would love to know I’m so curious!! There’s no pressure but I’d love to finally meet my friendly anon<33) ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

LEE~ Regulus & James

LER~ James & Regulus

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

💙THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI💙

It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. A picture perfect scene.

But Regulus was too busy hating the world to notice it.

If he’s being honest he doesn’t know why he’s angry today, he just is??

Normally there’s a reasonable explanation for his anger but he can’t seem to find one..

Right now he just wants to flaunt his teenage angst by glaring at the patch of grass he was currently picking at.

But then his dumb boyfriend decided he wanted to show up and be annoying. Damn Potter and his stupid pretty face.. and his ridiculously soft hair…

Maybe Regulus didn’t mind him being there.. Yeah he kinda liked the company.. but that wasn’t going to get in the way of his pointless brooding, no way!!

“Reggie I’ve been looking everywhere for you!!”

James was grinning ear to ear as he bounded over to him, he looked a bit like a puppy Regulus thought. “What are you doing moping by yourself when you could come play quidditch with me!?” James asked, his energy was practically radiating from him.

Regulus would have agreed, how could he not with the way James was looking at him? But he wanted to keep up his angry facade a while longer. Gotta uphold that reputation you know?

“I’ll play later, I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied focusing back on his grass plucking.

“But I’m so booored.” James whined. He was now sat next to Regulus, their knees knocking against one another.

“Then go and annoy Sirius or something.”

“Sirius is busy being all mushy with Remus, they kicked me out of the dorm.. I don’t want to think too much about why.” He shuddered.

Regulus wrinkled his nose, he didn’t want to think about it either.

He also didn’t want to think about the fact that his boyfriends hands seemed to be wandering awfully close to him. (Not like that you dirty minded scoundrel)

“Regulus I’m not gonna leave you alone until you say yess.” He smirked poking the younger boys stomach.

He turned his head away, stifling his laughter into the back of hand.

“C’mon just one round? I’ll go easy on you!!” He teased, hands creeping up Regulus’ sides.

“Jahames I don’t want to plaHAY QUIDDITCH RIHIGHT NOW!! GO AWAHAY!!” He shrieked as James reached his lower ribs.

James’ cheeks were practically splitting in half with how wide he was smiling. He hadn’t expected Regulus to lose it that quickly but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Aww would you listen to those giggles!! Not so moody and mysterious now huh Reg?” “I hahahate you soho muhuch.” Soft giggly laughter pouring from his mouth. “We both know that’s a lie my love.” James replied while admiring his blushy mess of a boyfriend.

Regulus saw his chance and quickly reversed their positions pushing James to ground and pinning his arms to his sides.

“You really thought youhu were going to gehet away with that? I don’t think soho Potter.” He spoke trying to seem intimidating. In reality he just looked like a giggly little kid.

But god was that kid about to wreck his boyfriend.

James immediately tried to wriggle out of Regulus’ firm hold but he was already weak from the anticipation. Regulus wasted no time tracing over his loves worst spots adoring every squeal and shriek he made. He loved him so much. But not enough to show mercy just yet~

He spent the next few minutes exploring every last spot he could think of.

“REGGIE PLEAHEHESE!!”

“James you’re practically a walking tickle spot it’s hilarious!!” Regulus teased through his own laughter.

“Are you sorry for annoying me?,” He eased up slightly not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

“I aham!! I’m sohorryhy” His laughter was frantic and bubbly as Regulus slowly dragged his fingers across his lower stomach.

“Are you sure~” Regulus asked digging his thumbs into the other boys hips.

“YEHEHEHES I PROHOMISE!! PLEAHESE STAHAHAP!!” His laughter turned silent and Regulus took that as his cue to stop. He pulled his still giggling boyfriend into his arms.

“Youhure ehevil.” Laughter dying down, James snuggled into Regulus’ chest.

“But you love me, idiot.” He smiled fondly at him while gently rubbing away any remaining tingles from his attack. They laid there limbs tangled together for who knows how long. Neither of them truly cared, they were content with each others silent company. Until Regulus broke the silence.

“Hey James?”

“Mm?”

“You still up for quidditch?”

“Maybe later.. I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied hugging his boy closer.

[lav-endermoon]

i think i speak for all of us when i say that i am mentally and emotionally exhausted. aside from many reblogs, i've held off on posting about the wilbur situation for the sole reason that it is difficult for me to cope with. to be clear, i will no longer be posting in support of cc!wilbur or lovejoy, nor will i be interacting with those who continue to. time will tell if i continue posting about his characters - i've been drifting away from dsmp for a while now, and at the moment i feel very uncomfortable associating with anything related to wilbur.

i'm going to take some time off tumblr to process all of this (seriously, if you see me on here, please yell at me), but before i go i want to say that we should thank shelby for exposing the truth, being vulnerable, and opening up conversations that needed to be had. deplatforming wilbur and spreading the word of his actions is important, but our energy also needs to be directed to supporting her.

i hope that after a long series of mcyt scandals (<- for lack of a better word - feels a bit reductive), this is a wakeup call for people to stop putting their emotional stability in the hands of public figures and realize that anything they show us not only could be, but most likely is, a facade. i say "public figures" because this is not an mcyt problem - it's a problem within content creator circles in general. recent situations have displayed what happens when parasociality/idolization becomes dangerous. the amount of people in these communities who resort to downplaying and dismissing victims or blatantly upholding abusers, all in the name of keeping their fave on a pedestal, is disturbing. this is a conversation that needs to continue, for the sake of victims and those who fall into unhealthy patterns of idolization. we need to change the way our communities treat victims, and we need to think critically when engaging with CCs who we will never know personally.

none of this is to say that anyone's feelings of grief are invalid. this is a hard thing to come to terms with. it's hitting me that i was deceived by the person who influenced me to become a songwriter, whose music found me at the most relevant time, who wrote a character who i could connect with during a time where i felt deeply alone, who wrote a story that brought me so much joy and comfort at my darkest hour and inspired so many creative projects. i feel hurt and betrayed. even though all the time and love i devoted to his content was voluntary, i still feel like something has been taken from me. like i've been taken advantage of - not just by him, but by the entire industry that he is a part of. i feel manipulated, threatened, and unsafe, and those feelings have been an undercurrent throughout my time in this fandom.

your attention is quite literally currency, and you should assume that creators will try to exploit it. our brains are hardwired to trust others, not to tell the difference between real human connection and a streamer broadcasting their personal life + showing affection to their audience. don't blame yourself for the effects of an inherently parasocial type of content. don't blame yourself for having an emotional attachment to someone or something that once brought you comfort. be gentle with yourself right now, and going forward, examine how the content you consume makes you feel. how does it make you act? how does it change your thoughts? what biases do you have? these forms of content can be deeply manipulative and putting up a mental boundary is important - and, like shelby said, listen to your gut. we need to remember that they are profiting off of us and learn how to keep ourselves safe psychologically. this is another conversation that needs to continue.

take care of yourselves.

[yellowwithalisp]

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Sorry for this chapter taking a bit longer again! Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( WARNING!!! this chapter does have death, blood, and fire in it. This is your warning - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 10,322 words. I better see comments on this one. Love me. )

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 (𝙽𝚘 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑)

🖤🔪▪ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚡 🥀 🖤▪ 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜~ 🖤▪ 𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 🖤🔪▪ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 🖤🔪▪ 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 🖤▪ 𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. @bisexualforestfire (𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!)

As I was getting ready for the mission. I didn't know what was going on. Or what my uncle was planning. There was a good reason why I didn't speak to him for some time. I started my checks to make sure that my rifle was fully loaded. There was a nervous look on my face. I knew this mission was going to be dangerous, but I couldn't help but worry that my uncle was the one that caused the hostage situation to begin with. All to get my attention. I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that. "Mouse," Wesker called out, his voice calm and controlled. "Is there something troubling you? You seem…Unsettled."

I jumped slightly, startled at the sound of my name, looking over from my rifles to him. Quickly composing myself before responding. " it's nothing, Captain Wesker." I said as I tried to have my voice sound confident. "Just a bit on edge, you know. These missions can be quite intense." I said as I looked back down at my rifle. Wesker raised an eyebrow at my response.

Captain Wesker's icy blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he observed me. He had a knack for reading people, and my attempt to mask my worry was not lost on him. "Intense, indeed," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk and interlacing his fingers. "But let's not play games, mouse. We've worked together long enough for me to detect when something is amiss. Tell me, what's truly bothering you?" I hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal to Wesker. I frown before shaking my head. "It's nothing, sir."

Captain Wesker studied me for a moment, his gaze piercing through my facade. He could see through my attempt to hide my concerns, and he wasn't one to be easily satisfied with vague answers. He leaned back in his chair, assessing my reaction. "Truly, it's nothing, sir. Just things in my personal life. That's all." Wesker's eyes narrowed further, his intuition telling him there was more to my statement than met the eye. He leaned forward again, his voice low and controlled. "Mouse, as your superior officer, I need to ensure that your personal life doesn't interfere with your ability to perform your duties." I swallowed nervously, realizing that Wesker's persistence would not allow me to brush off the matter so easily. 'I promise sir, it won't interfere with the mission on my duties." I said my hands were placed on my weapon. Wesker leans forward a bit, his fingers absently tapping against the surface of the desk. "Very well, mouse," he says, his voice holding an undercurrent of sincerity. "I expect you to uphold your word." I nod as I looked up at him. He took his hands off my desk and walked away. Most likely to get himself ready. Chris glanced over my way and nudged me gently. "You sure you're ok?" I gave him a small nod. "Yeah. I'm fine." his gaze lingered for just a second before nodding as he left to finish getting his things ready. Chris looked up as he finished lacing his combat boots when he heard the voice of Captain Wesker talking to Jill about something. I stood next to him as he finished getting ready. "Hey mouse, how about after this we go out." I raised my eyebrow as I looked over at him. "Sister driving you up the walls already? Claire's only been back in town for a few days." Chris chuckled.

I couldn't help but smile at Chris's attempt to lighten the mood. His presence was always comforting, and his knack for humor never failed to bring a smile to my face. "Nah, it's not Claire. She's actually been on her best behavior lately," he replied as he stood up. "Well… Going out sounds like a good idea. Some time to unwind after this mission would be much needed." Chris grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Great, sounds like a plan." he said, his tone teasing. I laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Sure, just don't expect me to wear a fancy dress or anything," I replied, playfully nudging him. Chris chuckled, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "Nah, just come as you are. It's your presence that matters, not what you're wearing." I noticed him selling a glance at Jill as she was getting ready to go, grabbing something from her desk. My smirk grew as I crossed my arms over my chest. "You know… Why not ask Jill?" my smirk widen just a bit as I saw Chris freeze in place for just a moment. He closed his eye and shook his head. "Come on, you haven't even asked her!" Chris's cheeks turned slightly pink, and he scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, you see… Jill and I, we have a different kind of relationship," he stammered, clearly flustered by the suggestion. "I mean, she's a great friend and all, but… It's complicated." I couldn't help but tease him a little, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Oh, I see. Complicated, huh? Well, maybe you should figure it out soon before someone else sweeps her off her feet." I raised an eyebrow playfully, knowing full well that my words were only in jest. Chris let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Trust me, mouse, no one's sweeping her off her feet. She can handle herself just fine." he paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. "But thanks for looking out for me." I smiled softly, a warmth filling my chest at his words.

"You're welcome, Chris," I replied, my voice tinged with sincerity. "You're my friend, and I'll always be there for you." I glanced over at him, a softness in my eyes. "Just like you're always there for me." Chris smiled, his blue eyes reflecting gratitude. "That's what friends are for, right?" he replied, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "We've been through a lot together, mouse, and I know I can always rely on you." I smiled with a playful smirk. "Well, don't get too used to it. I can't have you thinking I'm softening up." Chris chuckled, his smile widening. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" he replied, his voice light-hearted. "No, the captain would kick my ass." we chuckled before looking over at the other getting ready. Barry walked over to us with his arms in his pockets. "You two ready to go?" I nod as I looked over at Chris who also nods. "Yeah, think so. Any updates on the mission?" Barry shifted in place as he put his hands at his side. "It's still a hostage situation, but the person hasn't been seen or asked for anything in return." Uncle… I nod trying to mask my worries. "Well, let's go find the captain so we can take care of it." "Actually, the captain told me that you're riding with him. There was a slight panic look on my face as well as a light blush. "I-I can drive myself!" "Sorry, he wants us to team up. Jill's going with Chris, I'm with Brad, and you're with Wesker."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of riding with Captain Wesker. The room suddenly felt smaller, and I struggled to keep my composure. "Oh… I see," I replied, my voice slightly strained. "Well, if that's the case, then I suppose I have no choice but to ride with him." I couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of deliberate arrangement, meticulously orchestrated by captain Wesker himself. The thought made me even more nervous. As Chris and Barry exchanged knowing glances, I caught a hint of mischief in Chris's eyes. "Don't worry, mouse," Chris said with a teasing smile. "I'm sure you and the captain will have a great time together." suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at his comment, I mustered up a small smile. "I'm sure we will." I exchanged a brief nod with Jill, who had overheard the conversation. She shot me an encouraging smile before turning her attention back to Chris. It seemed that everyone was in on the joke, except for Wesker himself. I took a deep breath, attempting to steady my racing heart as captain Wesker re-entered the room. His icy blue eyes met mine briefly, and for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze. Or was it just my imagination?

Captain Wesker approached us, his voice calm and composed. "Mouse. We'll be heading out shortly. I trust you're ready?" his tone held a hint of challenge as if assessing whether I was up to the task. I straightened myself, doing my best to project confidence. "Yes, captain. I'm ready," I replied, my voice steady. He nodded, acknowledging my response, and turned to leave the room without saying another word. I caught Chris's eye as he mouthed the words "Good luck" to me, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as I followed Captain Wesker out of the office. Everyone else followed us as we headed to the parking lot. I followed Wekser to his car as Chris and Jill got into theirs, and Barry and Brad got into theirs. The silence between captain wesker and me was palpable as we made our way to his car. The tension in the air was thick, and I struggled to find something to say to break the ice. It was as if every word carried a weight, and I didn't want to say anything that might reveal that my own uncle was the one behind this… Just to get my attention. I carefully avoided making eye contact, fearing that my disguised emotions might give me away.

Captain Wesker opened the car door, and I got in, settling into the passenger seat. Wesker walked around and got in on the driver's side. Putting the keys into the car. The engine purred to life, and as we pulled out of the parking lot, the others filled behind him. As soon as he left the rpd's garage. The rain immediately started hitting the car. The patter of rain on the roof of the car filled the silence between Captain Wesker and me. The rhythmic sound served as a constant reminder of the volatile situation we were heading into. The atmosphere inside the vehicle grew even more tense as drops of rain streaked across the windshield, reducing visibility. I couldn't help but steal a quick glance at him. His sharp features were highlighted by the dim dashboard lights, casting shadows upon his face. The flickering highway lights outside reflected on his sunglasses, shielding his eyes from view. I wondered what he was thinking, what secrets lay behind those enigmatic blue orbs. Wesker expertly maneuvered the car through the rain-soaked streets, his focus unwavering. The sound of static filled the air as he tuned the radio to the frequency used by s.T.A.R.S., ensuring that we would be connected with the team throughout the mission. The crackling voices of our comrades filled the cabin, the urgency in their tone a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

I glanced at Wesker, his strong profile illuminated by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. The rainwater trickled down the windows, casting a distorted reflection of his determined expression. There was something mesmerizing about him, the way he exuded confidence even in the face of danger. Trying to distract myself from the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing, I reached for the radio microphone, my voice steady as I responded to our team. "This is Mouse. We're en route to the location. Eta: 10 minutes," I relayed, my voice carrying a hint of tension. A brief pause followed before Brad's voice crackled through the speakers. "Copy that, mouse. Be careful out there. The situation seems more complicated than we initially thought." I bit my lip, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on me. "Roger that," I replied, my voice determined. "We'll proceed with caution." beside me, Captain Wesker remained silent, his focus solely on the road ahead. The rain intensified, pounding against the car and testing the limits of the wipers. The bleakness of the weather seemed to mirror the increasing unease I felt deep within. As we navigated through the slick streets, it was as if the rain itself was a reflection of the impending danger lurking in the shadows. I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning white, trying to steady my nerves. What would my uncle do if I showed up too late? It wasn't past him to kill people to prove a point. He may seem like an old man, but he was strong. Knew how to fight. And worse. Knew almost every day to kill.

Before I could dwell too deeply on those thoughts, the crackling of the radio interrupted the silence. Chris's voice came through, laced with urgency. "Mouse, Wesker, we just received new information," Chris relayed, his voice tinged with concern. "The hostage-taker's demands have escalated. We need to act quickly." my heart skipped a beat, the gravity of the situation sinking in. This mission was about to become even more dangerous, even more unpredictable. I glanced at Captain Wesker, expecting to see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, a sign that he too understood the weight of the task ahead. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the road, his expression detached. It was as if nothing could penetrate that armor of his, as if he were impervious to the emotions that boiled within the rest of us. I tightened my grip on the radio microphone, my voice determined as I responded. "Understood, Chris. We'll proceed with caution and execute the necessary protocol." the storm outside raged on, the rain drumming against the windows like a relentless symphony. The world around us was drenched in uncertainty, each passing second bringing us closer to a precipice from which there might be no return. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders, the gravity of the mission sinking deeper with each passing moment. I knew that time was of the essence, and that every decision we made could have dire consequences. Yet, as much as I tried to push away the nagging doubts and fears, they lingered in the recesses of my mind.

Captain Wesker's stoicism, while admirable in its own right, only added to my unsettled state. I yearned for a sign that he felt the weight of the situation too, that he understood the risks we faced. But his impassive expression provided no solace, leaving me to confront my fears alone. I heard Brad's voice through the radio again. "Barry and I are at the scene. Waiting for you guys." I nod as I held the radio microphone up again "Are ets: 3 minutes." then Chris replied. "Jill and I are here as well." my heart raced as I listened to the updates coming through the radio. The realization that our team was already at the scene, waiting for us, only heightened the sense of urgency. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and I found myself longing for the comforting presence of my teammates. Captain Wesker's expression remained unchanged, his focus unwavering. It was disconcerting, to say the least, to witness such unwavering composure in the face of imminent danger. Did he truly understand the gravity of the situation, or was he simply immune to the fear that gripped the rest of us? I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as we approached the location. The rain continued to cascade down, almost as if nature itself was adding to the tension that filled the air. The shadows cast by the streetlights danced on the wet pavement, painting an eerie backdrop to the impending confrontation. I glanced at captain wesker, our eyes briefly meeting before he returned his attention to the road. There was a hint of something in his gaze, something that almost resembled resolve. Perhaps, deep down, he knew the risks we faced, even if he didn't show it.

As we pulled up near the scene, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Flashing police lights illuminated the area, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding buildings. I could see the figures of my teammates in the distance, braced and ready for action. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come. The stakes were higher than ever, but I knew that I had to find a way to support my team, but also keep them out of harm's way from my uncle. Wesker and I got out of his car as he walked up to one of the officers there at the scene of the crime. The rain fell relentlessly, its patter against the roof of the cop cars creating a somber symphony as we stepped out into the tense atmosphere. The weight of the mission pressed upon me, and I could feel the intensity of the situation building as the other members of the alpha team gathered. Spoke with the officer, exchanging quick but crucial information, ensuring that we were all on the same page. The officer looked at Wesker before glancing at all of us. "We've got a hostage situation," he said, his voice conveying the gravity of the situation. "The suspect is armed, dangerous, and seems to have a personal vendetta. We need to proceed with extreme caution." I gulp as I nod solemnly, Wesker turned to address the team. His commanding voice cut through the rain-soaked air, his words calculated and authoritative. "Our objective is to neutralize the threat and ensure the safety of the hostages." after going through the plan, the rest of the alpha team quickly fell into formation, ready to execute their respective roles in the mission. My mind lingered on a plan forming in the depths of my thoughts. I believed that if I could somehow separate from the team, I might be able to track down my uncle without endangering the lives of my fellow officers. It was a risky move, and one that could have dire consequences, but I needed to know what he wanted. That note was still hunting me. And it was not something I wanted to explain to the rest of the team. It was… Something I never wanted them to know. I once thought that my uncle was a good person… Then I grew up. As we advanced toward the building, each step I took was weighed down by the knowledge of the danger inside. We entered the building through the back. Wesker took the lead, then Barry, Brad, Chris, Jill, and then me. All the lights were off. My uncle must have cut the power. Another hint that this was my uncles doing. Some of the windows were shattered. Our boots stepped on them with a cracking sound that echoed through the halls.

The shattered windows and the eerie darkness of the building sent a chill down my spine, intensifying the gravity of the situation. The broken glass crunched under our boots, a haunting reminder that danger loomed ahead. I kept my senses sharp, acutely aware of the weight of my secret objective, but also mindful of the safety of my fellow officers. Captain Wesker led the way, his presence unwavering even in the face of uncertainty. His decisive steps and calculated movements set the pace for the rest of the team. Barry, Brad, Chris, and Jill followed closely behind, each one ready to carry out their assigned tasks with unwavering determination. As we navigated through the dimly lit halls, my mind remained fixated on my hidden motive. My desire to confront my uncle, to understand the truth behind his actions, burned within me. But I knew all too well the risks involved in pursuing such a path alone, especially when the safety of innocent lives hung in the balance. The echoing silence was broken only by the sound of our footsteps and the faint, distant whispers of the rain outside. I found solace in the unity of the team, knowing that even in the darkness, we had each other's backs. Suddenly, a sound caught my attention—a faint creaking noise coming from a nearby door. Instinctively, I looked ahead at the rest of alph's team walking ahead. Staying as quiet as I could before avoiding the glass on the floor, walked over to the room I heard the notice coming from. I reached out and slowly turned the handle and slipped into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light within. What I found inside stopped me in my tracks—an intricate web of photographs, newspaper clippings, and notes covering the walls. The evidence was overwhelming, a chilling reminder of the twisted mind that lurked behind the violence. I quietly took out my small camera and took a photo. Everything was in Russian, h had been planning this.

"Mad man, what have you done now…"

I mumbled as I walked over to read some of his mad scribbles. Umbrella, test, experiments. These were the words that keep repeating throughout his writing. I shook my head as I slowly walked around the room.

Further ahead, Chris turned down the check on Jill and Mouse. However, Mouse wasn't there. Chris quickly stopped in place and turn to look at the rest of the team. "Wesker! Mouse is missing!" captain Wesker's steely gaze shifted towards Chris, his eyes narrowing with a calculated intensity. Without missing a beat, he swiftly assessed the situation, his voice cool and authoritative as he gave instructions to the team. "Barry, stay with Jill. Brad, you search the immediate vicinity. Chris, with me. We need to find Mouse quickly and regroup."

I was taking notes on what I could, everything looked like it was going to turn to dust if I touched it. There was a note with the name dr. Luis on it I was reading when I heard a very eerie whistle down the hall. The hair is on my arm stood up as a shiver friend on my spine. I recognized that whistle, it was him. It was his 'come find me' whistle. I slowly turned away from the piece of paper on the wall and walk towards the open door and the other side of the room. My camera is put away in my pocket and my gun is back in this place as I walk through it. Pointing it up as I walked around looking around trying to find him. I heard his whistle again down the dark hallway as I turn on the flashlight on my weapon as I walk. I slept into a wire, hearing a clanking sound and a bright flashlight behind me. I turned around and I see the room behind me go up into flames. That information was clearly for my eyes alone looks like you didn't want anyone else seeing it.

"Mouse!!"

I hear Wesker yell. He was on the other side of the flaming room with Chris. They both saw me as their eyes widen. Wekser's hidden behind his sunglasses.

"I-I'm ok!! This place is booby-trapped!!"

Wesker was try looking around in the room before looking at me, but had to step back with the fire growing closer to them.

"Stay there mouse! Will find a way to get to you!"

The flames danced with a menacing glow, inching closer to captain wesker and Chris as they frantically searched for a way to reach me. Panic threatened to consume me, but I forced myself to remain calm, knowing that I had to trust in their expertise to find a solution.

With a heavy heart, I nodded in acknowledgment, understanding that my safety was their priority. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for jeopardizing the mission, for confronting my uncle instead of staying with the team. As the fire raged, our communication was limited to shouts amidst the crackling flames. Wesker's voice cut through the chaos, his tone sharp and commanding. "Mouse, make sure to stay low and find a safe spot to wait. We'll find a way to reach you. Just stay put." I'm nod my head about to respond when I heard my uncle whistle again. This time growing closer. Wesker and Chris didn't hear it due to the flames and the crackling sound. I saw Chris pull out his radio and tried to communicate to me a couple of times for his glaring at it.

"Dammit!! Signals being jammed wesker!"

My heart raced as I absorbed Chris's words. The realization that my uncle was not only present but actively interfering with our communication sent a chill down my spine. The magnitude of the situation weighed heavily on me, as I understood the implications of his actions. Wesker's features hardened behind his sunglasses, his mind already working through the possible scenarios. He stepped back from the growing flames, his focus unwavering as he addressed me once more. "Mouse, we've lost contact with you. Stay hidden and be prepared for anything. We will find a way to reach you." I swallowed the knot of fear that threatened to rise in my throat, the urgency of the situation fueling my determination. I was well aware of my uncle's capabilities, his cunning nature, and the lengths he would go to achieve his twisted goals. But I had learned from Wesker, from our time together, that fear could be harnessed, weaponized even.

With my senses heightened, I crouched low, my eyes scanning my immediate surroundings for a safe place to hide and wait it out. My hand instinctively reached for the knife I kept concealed in my boot, a piece of reassurance in the face of danger. Shadows flickered around me, the crackling of the fire creating an eerie symphony of chaos. But then, a glimmer of hope emerged. Through the haze of smoke, I caught sight of a ventilation shaft tucked away in a corner. It seemed like a small opening, but it could be my ticket to safety and, eventually, a means to regroup with the team. Carefully, I moved toward the ventilation shaft, mindful of the wire traps and any other hidden dangers that might lie in wait. Struggling to see amidst the smoke and flickering flames, I activated the flashlight on my weapon, casting a dim beam ahead. The beam illuminated a path, a thread of possibility that I clung to with desperation. As I reached the ventilation shaft, I knelt down and pulled out a small toolkit, readying myself to remove the grate and squeeze through the narrow opening. It would be a tight fit, but it was my only chance to escape the escalating dangers surrounding me. As I tried to remove the grat, I heard it again… Coming from the next room. He was there. I slowly stood up, I knew I should just listen to the captain's words, I knew I should go back and stay put so they can find me, but he was right there. There was no hiding with him this close. I'd either have to deal with them or he would deal with me.

A mixture of fear, anticipation, and determination coursed through my veins as I contemplated the choices before me. The weight of my personal vendetta against my uncle bore down upon me, the desire to confront him and put an end to his reign of terror growing stronger with every passing second. But I knew that Wesker and Chris were counting on me to stay put, to prioritize the mission and my own safety. The fire roared around me, the heat intensifying, as if the flames themselves were urging me to action. I hesitated, torn between my allegiance to the team and my burning desire for justice. The sound of my uncle's whistle echoed through the corridors once more, piercing through the chaos, as if luring me into his trap. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the weapon in my trembling hands, my mind racing through the possible scenarios that lay ahead. In that moment, I made a split-second decision. I couldn't ignore the opportunity presented to me, the chance to finally confront my uncle face-to-face. Pushing aside the conflicting thoughts, I steeled myself for what lay ahead, acknowledging the risks involved. As I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly entered the room. My gun raised up. There he was leaning back against the counter as he looked at me. A smirk was heavily on his face as my gun was raised to him from across the room. I heard tooth pairs of footsteps running down the hall as I turn my head to look away from my uncle I saw Wesker and Chris towards the other end of the hall.

"Mouse!! Do not engage without--"

I was still blind and confronting my uncle, I didn't check to see if there was anyone else but him in the room. A man stepped off in the shadows and close the door. Locking it quickly to block off Wesker and Chris from me. My uncle smirked as he leaned up from the counter and took a few steps toward me. I quickly look back at him and pointed my gun at him.

"Thank you, comrade! Your service are no longer required."

He said as he pulled out a gun from his back pocket and shot the man in the head, killing him as he fell to the floor. My head snapped over to the man on the floor then back up my uncle. Keeping my weapon raised at him. He put on a fake hurt look as he lowered his gun to his side.

"Mouse! Why the hostility? It's me!"

"You don't get to call me that."

"Daaa! Come on! You're my niece! What uncle doesn't call their niece nicknames?"

I stood my ground, my eyes locked onto my uncle, refusing to let his deception sway me. The flames cast an eerie glow across the room, dancing shadows playing upon the walls. I could see the manipulative glint in his eyes, the twisted pleasure he derived from this twisted game he played. But I wouldn't let him deceive me any longer.

"Save your false pretenses," I retorted, my voice laced with an icy determination. "You lost the right to call me anything a long time ago."

He chuckled, his façade of hurt fading to reveal his true malicious nature. "Oh, my dear niece, your naivety is truly endearing. We all make sacrifices for the greater cause. I merely embraced my true purpose." his words sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the darkness that resided within him. I had seen enough of his actions and witnessed the destruction he had wrought. There was no turning back now. He put his gun away and walked around the room. His hands were behind his back.

"Did you enjoy the room back there? I didn't really have enough time to make sure the evidence was…. Salvageable but, I'm sure used to have that good memory of yours."

I kept my gun trained on him, refusing to let his attempts at manipulation affect me. Despite the chaos that surrounded us, I focused my attention solely on him, determined to stay one step ahead. "I'm not here for your games, uncle," I replied, my voice steady and resolute. He paused for just a moment to know that I laugh. "Oh, but you are! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here! I mean, you still would have come on this mission. But if you never saw that that's a red red on your desk. You would have never gone looking for me!"

My eye narrowed. "What did you mean by don't trust Wesker? If anything your one to talk about trust."

The fire crackled in the room, casting a flickering glow on our faces as the tension between us simmered. I watched him carefully, his smirk never wavering, as he continued to circle the room. The mention of Wesker had hit a nerve, and I could sense his desire to exploit any shred of doubt I might have.

"Don't trust Wesker," he echoed, his voice dripping with derision. "Oh, mouse, my dear, sweet niece, you have no idea the depths of deception that man is capable of. He's merely using you, playing with your emotions to further his own agenda." I clutched my weapon tighter, steadfast in my loyalty to Wesker. I had seen his dedication first and, and felt the unwavering support he had provided throughout our missions together. My uncle's attempt to sow doubt in my mind only reinforced my resolve. "I trust Wesker with my life," I declared, my voice ringing out with conviction. "Unlike you, he's proven his loyalty time and time again. Your words mean nothing to me." a flicker of annoyance flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composed demeanor. "Ah, but mouse, you're blind to his true nature. He's a master manipulator, always playing the long game. You're just a pawn in his grand scheme. Can't you see that?" I refused to be swayed by his words. Wesker had been my mentor, my guide. I had witnessed his dedication, his cunning, and his unwavering commitment to our cause. My uncle's attempts to discredit him only fueled my determination to prove him wrong. "I trust my instincts, uncle," I replied, my voice cutting through the air. "And they tell me that Wesker is on the right side of this fight. You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a power-hungry monster." his eyes narrowed, the veneer of control slipping for a moment. "You dare to speak to me like that? I made you who you are! Without me, you'd be nothing!" his words struck a nerve, a reminder of the twisted family ties that bound us together. I felt a surge of anger, but I held onto my composure, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on me. "I may be connected to you by blood," I retorted, my voice filled with a steely resolve, "But I refuse to let your darkness consume me. I will fight against you with everything I have, and I will make sure justice is served." his eyes glinted, a menacing smile playing at his lips. "Oh, mouse, we're connected by more than just blood."

I glared at him as I heard the faint voices of my teammates behind the locked doors. "What do you mean by that!?" I hissed out as a devilish smirk took over his face. "So… They never did tell you." he shrugged. Pulling out something from his pocket. "No matter. It seems your friends are here. Which sadly means… We are out of time." he pulled out two syringes one empty and one full of something. "We will be seeing each other again dear niece. However, before I go I will be leaving you a parting gift."

"Mouse!!"

I heard Wesker's voice behind the door as I heard someone attempting to break the lock. I turned my head to look back at the door to yell back at him when I felt my uncle inject me with the needle. My eyes widen as I saw him smirk and lean in too close to me. "маленький феникс." My vision begin to blur as he injected the other needle into me. Filling it up with my blood before letting me collapse to the floor. One moment he was standing over me. The next wesker was leaning over me with a very concerned look on his face as well as Chris who was sitting next to me.

Wesker's cool voice broke through the haze of confusion, concern lacing his words. "Mouse, can you hear me? Stay with us, we're going to get you out of here." his commanding voice filled me with a strange sense of comfort, my mind grasped onto his words as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Chris's worried expression mirrored Wesker's, his hand resting gently on my shoulder as he spoke.

"Mouse, what happened? Are you okay?" I blinked, struggling to find my voice, the dizziness and disorientation clouding my thoughts. My uncle's words echoed in my mind, a cryptic phrase that held unknown consequences. I tried to form coherent words, but my voice came out as a weak whisper. "I… I don't know… He… Injected me… Something…" My eyelids felt heavy, closing against my will as darkness threatened to claim me. But Wesker's presence, his unwavering resolve, kept me from slipping away. Wesker's sharp eyes surveyed my condition, his voice calm but urgent. "Stay with me, mouse. We'll figure this out. Chris, we need to get her out of here and back to headquarters. I need to analyze whatever that man injected her with." Chris nodded, his grip on my shoulder tightening as he helped me to my feet. "We've got you, mouse. Just hang in there." as they guided me out of the room, the chaos of the burning building faded into the background, I could hear the police sirens, the heavy rain hitting against everything, the voices of my teammates yelling out my name before everything went to black. As darkness enveloped me, I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and confusion. Images of my uncle's sinister smile replayed in my mind, his words echoing in my ears. I trusted Wesker and Chris to keep me safe, but the uncertainty of my situation left me feeling uneasy. As consciousness slipped away, my body grew heavy, succumbing to the effects of the unknown injection.

Beep……. Beep…. Beep….. Beep….. What was that….. Beep…. Sound? Beep….. It sounded like a… Beep…. Heart monitor?

"How is she?"

… Captain?

"Her vitals are stable, she should be waking up soon. The injection should be running out of her system shortly."

Beep…

"Do you know what she was injected with Birkin?"

…. Birkin?

"A large amount of propofol."

I could hear the voices floating in and out of my consciousness. The beeping sound became more distinct, gradually pulling me out of the abyss. My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself lying in a sterile hospital room. The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the chaos I remembered from before. I could still hear the heavy rain hitting the window of my room. As I slowly regained my senses, I realized that I was not alone. Wesker, standing tall and composed as ever, was at my bedside, his piercing gaze fixed on me. His voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity as he spoke. "Mouse, it's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" his words felt like a lifeline, grounding me in the present as I struggled to gather my scattered thoughts.

I mustered a weak smile and struggled to sit up, feeling a dull ache in my body. "I'm… I'm okay, I think. Just a little disoriented." Wesker nodded, his expression shifting from concern to a more determined focus. "That's to be expected. You were injected with a large dose of propofol, a powerful anesthetic. It should be wearing off soon." I hummed before I turned my head to look over at the doctor. "Who is…." I mumbled, my head still groggy. The doctor by the side spoke up, his voice gentle yet professional. "I'm Dr. Birkin. I've been monitoring your condition since you were brought in. You're in good hands here at the facility." I looked up and down at him. He had a bag that had his name on it. William Birkin, umbrella?

"You work for Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company? What are you doing here?"

Wesker said nothing as Dr. Birkin wrote things down on his clip board.

"Al and I are friends, he called me in for a favor after you were brought to Raccoon Hospital."

He didn't look up at me as he kept writing on his clipboard. I nervously glanced over at Wesker. I knew the moment I was good enough to be discharged and back at the police station. I was going to get chewed out for separating from the group.

"I was simply asked to give my own medical opinion about the situation. Since we weren't completely sure until recently what you were injected with."

He clicked his pen and put it back into his pocket. Taking a look at me then back at Wesker. "Once the other doctor comes in here and takes a look at you. You should be good to be released soon."

"Ah… T-thank you."

I looked up at Wesker again. Wesker's icy blue eyes met mine, a sense of relief evident in his gaze. His voice, as smooth as ever, resonated with a mix of concern and authority. "You gave us a scare, Mouse." he said as there was a knock on the door. Chris looked his head into the room. Looking around and them smiling as he was that I was up. "She's awake!" Wesker tch at him. "Don't yell Redfield, this is a hospital." Chris chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head approaching us. "S-sorry sir." as dr. Birkin excused himself, promising to return with an update, I focused my attention back on Wesker. His stoic facade seemed momentarily softened, but this disappeared as Chris approached me. The one lamp on in the room helps light up Chris and Wesker. The rest was lightened up by the moon that sky shining through the drops of rain hitting the window.

Chris stood by my side, a mixture of worry and relief on his face. His warm smile, a contrast to the seriousness he usually carried, melted away a layer of tension. "Mouse, I'm glad to see you're awake. You had us all worried there." his voice was gentle, grabbing my attention as I looked up at him. "I'm sorry for causing a fuss, Chris," I muttered, feeling a twinge of guilt. Wesker's voice cut through the room, his tone firm and commanding. "What matters now is that you're safe. We'll deal with the rest when you've fully recovered." I nod as Chris put his hand on my shoulder. "What about the mission? What happened to everyone else?" Wesker sighed heavily. "Everyone's fine. The rest of S.T.A.R.S got the hostages out of the building for a collapse." Chris nod his head after Wesker was about done talking. "The captain and I stayed here with you to make sure everything went okay."

I could sense a mix of relief and worry in Chris's voice. It was clear that he had been deeply concerned for my well-being. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking, my voice still weak. "Thank you, Chris, Wesker. I appreciate all you've done. But the man that attacked me--" "Got away." Wesker cut in coldly.

I blinked, taken aback by his response. The severity of the situation sunk in, and a feeling of guilt washed over me. "What? How did he escape?" Wesker's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his voice cool and calculated. "He was aided by a group of mercenaries. They seemed to have planned an elaborate escape route, and we were caught off guard." the news hit me hard, my mind racing with questions. Who were these mercenaries? And how did my uncle have connections to them? Chris's grip on my shoulder tightened, his voice filled with determination. "Don't worry, mouse. We'll find him. We won't let him get away with everything he's done." "Do… Do we know who he was?" Wesker raised an eyebrow at my question. "No, we assumed you probably had an idea with your interaction with them." I had to pretend like I didn't know who that man was. I shook my head slowly. "I don't know… I was saying something but… It's all a blur right now."

Wesker's gaze narrowed slightly, his suspicions apparently piqued. "Mouse, if you remember anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem, you need to let us know," he urged, his voice firm. I glanced between chris and Wesker, trying to keep my composure. "Of course, captain. If anything comes back to me, I'll inform you immediately." Wesker's expression softened fractionally, and he nodded. "Good. We'll need all the information we can get if we're going to put an end to this chaos." As Chris looked at me intently, concern etched on his face, a pang of guilt twisted in the pit of my stomach. I had been keeping secrets, and the weight of it all was starting to wear me down. I tried to change the topic quickly. "How… Long was I out?" "A few hours." Chris said as he pulled up a chair and sat down. "I stand guard outside as Wesker stood guard in here. He didn't leave your side for a moment." Chris said with a slight smirk on his face as I blushed.

Despite my attempts at diverting the conversation, chris' words sent a warmth spreading across my cheeks. I glanced over at Wesker, who was steadfastly avoiding making eye contact with me, his stoic facade in place. But even as he averted his gaze, I couldn't help but notice a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "I appreciate both of you looking out for me. It means a lot." there was a mix of emotions swirling within me—gratitude for their concern, but also a growing unease about the secrets I had been keeping. Chris nodded, his expression softening with reassurance. "Of course, mouse. We're a team, and we look out for each other." Chris glanced over at Wesker with a stupid look on his face. "I meeeaaan, I did offer to take his place for a few minutes so he can go get a drink or take care of anything. But he--" "That's enough, Redfield." Wesker cut him off before he could say another word. Turning his head to look away from me. Dr. Birkin and another doctor re-entered the room. Both of them held their clipboards as the other doctor smiled and Dr. Birkin just…. Had a neutral face on.

"Well, I have some good news. Based on your recent results. We would like to keep you here overnight just to make sure everything gets out of your system. As soon as tomorrow comes you're free to be the storage discharge."

Chris and I smiled as Chris raised his hand up. "I can stay the--"

"I'll be staying the night with her."

Wesker said cutting him off quickly as my head snapped over to him. The shock of Wesker's words hit me like a jolt of electricity. My eyes widened, and I tried to conceal my surprise. Wesker, staying the night with me? It was unexpected, to say the least. My heart fluttered in my chest, and a mix of hope and confusion swirled within me. Was this just a professional courtesy, or was there something more to it? But I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I needed to remain composed and focused on the mission.

Chris, on the other hand, seemed taken aback by Wesker's abrupt decision. He raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the captain's intervention. "Uh, sir, I'm perfectly capable of staying with her. You don't need to sacrifice your time." Wesker's voice held a hint of finality as he turned to face Chris, his eyes piercing through the tension. "That won't be necessary, Redfield. I'll handle it." my mind was conflicted with emotions. On one hand, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of spending the night alone with Wesker. On the other hand, I couldn't help but question his true motives. Was it a mere duty that led him to volunteer, or was there a hidden agenda? I tried to shake off the uncertainty and focused my attention on the doctors. "Thank you, doctors. I appreciate your care and consideration. I'll be in good hands with Wesker." the doctors nodded, offering words of encouragement before taking their leave.

As the room emptied, leaving only Chris, Wesker, and me, an awkward silence settled in. Chris cleared his throat, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Well, if you're in good hands, I suppose I'll head back to headquarters. Just… Take care of her, okay captain?" there was a slightly teasing note in Chris's voice as he emphasized the last two words, his eyes flickering between Wesker and me. Wesker's expression remained impassive, but his voice held a hint of amusement. "Don't worry, Redfield. I'll make sure she gets the rest she needs." Chris flashed a knowing smile, clapped Wesker on the shoulder, and left the room with a final wave.

Now alone with Wesker, I shifted uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze. I couldn't help but feel his presence, enveloping the room, and my heart raced in response. Trying to break the silence, I finally spoke. "Captain, you didn't have to stay. I'm sure I would have been fine on my own." Wesker's eyes locked on mine, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. "No, mouse. You're not just fine on your own. You're a valuable member of the team, and I intend to protect you. Besides, I believe spending some time together may offer an opportunity to discuss the case further." his words were soft, almost reassuring, yet there was an undercurrent of underlying motives.

I swallowed hard, trying to process his words and the tight knot forming in my stomach. Wesker's attention was solely focused on me, sending a thrill through my veins but also causing a wave of uncertainty. I nodded, attempting to maintain a sense of professionalism. "Of course, captain. If you think it will help, I'm open to discussing the case." Wesker's smile widened slightly, his eyes glinting beneath his sunglasses. "Good. We have a lot to unravel, mouse, and I believe your insights will be invaluable." as the night wore on, the sound of rain against the window lulled me into a sense of calmness. Wesker remained a constant presence at my side, his vigilance never wavering. I couldn't deny the fluttering in my chest, the mix of excitement and nervousness at being alone with him. As soon as Wesker knew that I was fast asleep. He got out of his chair and left the room birkin waiting just outside the door.

"Did you get the blood sample, Birkin." Wesker asked.

Birkin nodded, holding up a vial filled with a deep red substance. "I managed to retrieve a sample during her examination earlier." Wesker's expression became more focused as he observed the vial. He spoke in a low, controlled tone. "Good. We need to analyze this as soon as possible. We can't afford any more surprises." Birkin nodded in agreement, his eyes briefly darting towards Mouses's room door before returning his attention to Wesker. "I'll take this to the lab and begin the analysis right away." Wesker's gaze never left the vial, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Keep me updated on any findings, Birkin. We need to stay one step ahead." "I'll make it my top priority."

As the conversation came to an end, birkin carefully secured the vial in a protective casing before tucking it securely into his lab coat pocket. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of apprehension and excitement coursing through his veins. This experimental blood sample held the potential for groundbreaking discoveries, and he was determined to unlock its secrets.

Leaving Wesker behind, Birkin briskly walked through the sterile halls of the hospital, his footsteps echoing against the cold tile floor. Wesker watched him walk away before quietly entering Mouse's room and shutting the door. Birkin knew he needed to head to the underground laboratory to get started on the blood right away. As he head to his car he paused. Letting out a sigh as he reached for his phone and called someone."

Ring…. Ring…. Ring… Rin-click!

"William, where are you? I know Wesker called you in for a favor but it's been hours."

Birkin swallowed a bit nervously. "I'm going to be staying overnight at the lab. Something has come up." it was quiet on the other side of the phone. Followed by a sigh. "William, you know it's your night to spend wit sherrly--"

"I promise I'll do it tomorrow. Annette. As soon as I get the result back I'll head home and spend the day with her."

Annette sigh.

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you too."

He lowered the phone and hung up before getting into his car and driving away. As he reached the entrance to his spacious and well-equipped laboratory, Birkin took a moment to compose himself. Adjusting his lab coat and straightening his red tie, he pushed open the heavy double doors and stepped into the room. The familiar scent of chemicals and the hum of machinery greeted him, providing a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. With meticulous precision, Birkin prepared his workstation, arranging the necessary equipment and setting up the centrifuge to begin the analysis. His usually shaky hands moved with a newfound steadiness, fueled by his determination to unravel the secrets hidden within the blood sample. Every beep and whir of the machines harmonized with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and he soon lost himself in the task at hand. Hours turned into a blur as Birkin meticulously examined the sample, recording his findings and analyzing the data. Concentration etched deeply onto his face, he absentmindedly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes scanning the screen with unwavering focus. The thrill of discovery coursed through his veins, overpowering any feelings of exhaustion that threatened to overcome him. Suddenly, a soft chime from his computer broke the silence, signaling the completion of the analysis. Birkin's heart leaped with anticipation as he leaned closer, his eyes widening behind his thick glasses. The screen displayed a host of complex information and glowing charts, indicating a staggering transformation within the blood sample. His hands trembled slightly, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through his veins.

"Now, let's see what secrets you hold," Birkin murmured to himself, his voice filled with a sense of unquenchable curiosity. With a few keystrokes, he began to delve deeper into the extensive data before him, immersing himself further into his work. The room filled with a soft glow from the computer screen as Birkin delved deeper into the mysteries of the blood sample, unaware of the passing time and the world beyond the confines of his laboratory.

My eyes slowly opened. I could still hear the sound of the heart monitor in the rain hitting against the window. The room is star except for the moonlight coming in through the window. Wesker was sitting in a nearby chair waiting over one of the books in the room. I turned my head to one of the stands near my bed and reach out to grab the cup, it was empty. Wesker had noticed that I was up and stood up. Closing his book and setting it down before walking over to my side. "Do you want me to get you more water?" he asked as I nod my head. "Please?" my voice was slightly hoarse as I had just woken up. Wesker's gaze softened. He nodded, his eyes briefly flickering to the empty cup before returning to meet mine. "Give me a moment." he swiftly made his way out of the room and returned shortly with a filled glass of water. As he handed it to me, our fingers brushed, sending a shiver down my spine. I took a small sip, grateful for the refreshing coolness. The taste of water, for a moment, distracted me from the weight of our situation. But it didn't take long for reality to settle back in. Silence filled the room as Wesker watched over me, his presence both comforting and unnerving. He leaned against a nearby wall, his gaze fixed on mine, conveying an unspoken connection. "Thank you sir." I said before taking another sip. He nod his head as he watched me.

Wesker's icy blue eyes held a glimmer of something that I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of concern and something deeper. He seemed to be searching for something within me, as if trying to unravel the thoughts that lay beneath the surface. The intensity of his gaze made me momentarily forget about the chaos that surrounded us, focusing solely on the connection between us. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as I expressed my gratitude. "You're welcome," he replied softly, his voice holding a trace of something genuine. Wesker's usual stoic demeanor seemed to soften at that moment, revealing a side of him that I rarely had the chance to witness. His presence, though still imposing and commanding, carried a subtlety that made my heart skip a beat. Taking a step closer, Wesker's voice dropped to a low murmur, as if sharing a secret. "The doctor said that you should be fine to go to work. But I want you to take one more day away from work. Just to make sure your fully recovered from this. I'll have someone stay with you if you need it.

The concern in Wesker's voice caught me off guard. His words echoed with a level of care that I hadn't anticipated. Despite his typically stoic nature, there was a genuine worry for my well-being shining through. My heart fluttered at the thought of him going to such lengths to ensure my recovery. I met his gaze, my eyes widening slightly as I processed his request. It was unexpected, yet undeniably tempting to accept. Another day of rest wouldn't go unappreciated, considering the harrowing events we had been through. But a part of me hesitated. I didn't want to appear weak or incapable in his eyes. However, considering the trust I had in Wesker's judgment, I knew he had my best interests at heart. Swallowing the pride that threatened to override my better judgment, I nodded, my voice slightly shaky. "Thank you, captain. I… I think that would be wise." a sense of relief washed over me, knowing that I had his support. "And if someone could stay with me, it would provide an added layer of reassurance." Wesker's lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and relief. "Very well, mouse. I'll arrange for someone from the team to remain in close proximity. They will ensure your safety and provide any necessary assistance." his assurance sent a wave of comfort through me, knowing that I wouldn't have to face the next day alone.

As the room fell into a comfortable silence, I couldn't help but appreciate the depth of the trust that had formed between us. Wesker's watchful presence was both calming and unnerving, a constant reminder of how intertwined our lives had become. In the midst of chaos, he remained a steady anchor, ensuring my well-being even when the world around us was crumbling. I took another sip of water, relishing its coolness as I watched Wesker's unwavering gaze. It was a rare glimpse into the depths of his character, and it left me yearning for more. But I knew that the time for such thoughts would come later. For now, I needed to focus on my recovery. "Maybe have Chris do it? We were meant to hang out after this mission anyways." Wesker smirked. His voice slightly teasing me. "I'm not sure you understand, mouse. We want you to rest. Not to come into work with your ears ringing and a headache." a playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips as Wesker's teasing remark echoed in my ears. His voice, filled with a hint of amusement, danced with a charismatic charm that I couldn't help but be drawn to. It was a rare sight to witness this side of the imposing captain, and the glimpse into his more casual nature was intriguing. "Alright, alright, captain," I replied, a mock pout on my face as I played along. "But only because you said so." his smirk widened, his icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of satisfaction. Wesker left to refill my glass one last time before it's placing it next to me. "Now get some rest." he said.

I nodded, appreciating Wesker's insistence on rest and his attentive care. His teasing tone had lightened the atmosphere, and there was a shared understanding beneath the playful banter. As he placed the glass of water next to me, our fingers brushed again, sending a thrill through me. It was a subtle touch, but one that lingered in the air, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. "Thank you, captain," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude and a hint of anticipation. "For everything." Wesker's smile softened, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he nodded. "You're welcome, mouse," he replied, his voice carrying a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. "Rest well. I'll check in on you soon." with that, Wesker turned and made his way back to his chair and book. His presence faded into the shadows, his departure leaving me yearning for more. I settled back into the pillows, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me. The weight of the recent events still clung to my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I let the steady beat of the rain lull me into sleep. Unaware of what was about to happen to me.

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