#dash dead? good i'll leave this here then

[otrtbs]

tender curiosities, baby! chapter 6 snippet.

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🍕 content warning: smut, oral (m! & f!receiving), praise, edging, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, small age gap (both characters are adults), pizzaboy!chris, servicesub!chris, dom!reader, low-key the reader exchanges money for sex

🍕 summary: your delivery boy, chris, is used to getting away with everything due to his dashing good looks, but it does him no good when he tries to resist your magnetic charm. when he arrives with your meat lovers earlier than expected, you're hungry for more than just the pizza.

(if it's cheesy, it's because i wanted it to be. 🧀 may this fic make you cum whilst you laugh at my stupid wordplay.)

pizza guy

It was a cool, late-autumn evening, the wind rustling through the falling dead leaves and the temperature slowly dropping with every day that winter neared. You were at home, lounging in a silk pajama set on your couch, curled up with a book and a glass of wine while you were waiting for the pizza you'd ordered to arrive.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke your attention away from the page and brought you back to the present moment. You glanced over at the clock. Surely, that couldn't have been the pizza. You weren't expecting it for another half-hour.

You pulled open the door to reveal a cute blue-eyed brunette in his work uniform who greeted you with a sweet smile. He was a few inches taller than you but looked to be a few years younger than you, and he had this innocent demeanor about him that immediately sparked your interest.

You wet your lips as your gaze scanned the delivery boy's features. You were drawn to his captivating eyes, his pink cheeks, and his pouty lips. "Hello, ma'am. I have your meat lovers pizza with extra Italian sausage," he said, double-checking the box he held in his hands.

"You're gonna hate me. I left my wallet upstairs," you stuck your bottom lip out at him in a little frown. "Oh, that's fine, ma'am. I can wait here," he kindly responded, the corners of his mouth turning up again. "Aren't you gonna get cold out here?" You asked, giving him a sympathetic look. "I'll be alright," he shrugged, his eyes dancing over your attractive features.

"I can't make you wait out in this weather, sweet boy. Why don't you come inside?" You replied in a nurturing tone as you crossed your arms, pushing up your breasts and revealing your hardening nipples that were straining against the soft fabric of your silk button-down.

"I don't think I should," he softly answered even though he was contemplating it, his eyes drawn towards your chest. "I'm not even standing out there, and I'm freezing. What if you catch a cold because of me? I couldn't live with myself," you said in an endearing voice as you ran your fingertips along your arm, trying to warm up.

He knew it was against store policy to enter a customer's home, but he figured he could bend the rules just this once. After all, the only thing providing his hands warmth was the pizza box he was holding, and the tip of his nose was growing red from the biting chill. He nibbled on his lip and nodded, accepting your generous offer and hesitantly stepping into your home.

"Make yourself comfortable," you told him, letting him in. You turned around to retrieve your wallet from upstairs, and Chris' stare migrated to the way your ass jiggled in your silk bottoms as you hurried up the steps. He couldn't help himself. You were just so hot. He glanced at the fancy bottle of red wine you had sitting on your coffee table along with the romance novel that laid beside it.

He wondered what a gorgeous woman like you was doing on a Saturday night, drinking alone and reading a book about love instead of making it.

You trotted back down the steps with your wallet in hand, sights fixed on the boy standing in your cozy living room who immediately noticed you'd undone the top two buttons of your shirt while you were upstairs. He knew exactly what you were doing, but he couldn't entertain it. It was a weekend, and he knew there would be plenty of pizzas to deliver and a lot of money to make.

"What's your name, baby?" You wondered as you reached into your wallet to count your bills. "Chris," he replied, loving the pet names you called him. "Alright, Chris. How much do I owe you, sweetie?" You asked, peering into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Um, $19.69," he blushed, clearing his throat and looking down at the price on your receipt he had pinned between his thumb and the box.

You smirked at him, pulling two $20 bills out of your wallet. "Here's for being so patient with me," you leaned in and whispered into his ear as you hooked two of your fingers into Chris' front pocket and slowly slid the cash in. While your were leaned in so closely, you could feel the heat radiating from his body and you picked up on the scent of pepperoni and hint of weed that lingered on his clothing.

"Thank you, ma'am. That's so generous. I don't know if I can accept that much," he replied, feeling all the blood rush to the tip of his cock as you flirted with the idea of breaking the touch barrier but not doing so just yet. "Sure, you can. You deserve it." You took the pizza box from him and placed it gently on your coffee table.

"You should stay a little longer. I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate, and you can warm up a little before you have to go back out into the cold," you offered, licking your lips while you examined his softening expression. "I should really get back to the shop," Chris said, breaking eye contact and trying to exercise self-control.

"Oh, come on. Stay for one cup of hot cocoa, sweet boy. You can just tell your boss you had trouble finding my house. Do you like it made with milk or water?" You asked, not giving him another chance to decline your proposition.

His gaze flickered back up at yours. He had your money. He could have easily excused himself and gone back to work, but he was secretly hoping for an excuse to stall and spend a little more time with you.

"Milk," he softly responded, completely in a trance with your caring nature. "You want whipped cream on top, baby? And marshmallows?" You cooed. "Yes, ma'am. Both please," he nodded, accepting your kind gesture. "Have a seat, Chris. Have a piece of pizza," you motioned towards the couch as you stepped into the kitchen to warm up some milk.

"How long have you been a delivery boy?" You asked, lighting the front left burner of your stove. "About a year," Chris replied, plopping down onto the sofa and reaching into the box to grab a slice. "Yeah? You make good money?" You inquired, fillling up a pot with milk. "Yeah, about $150 a night," he told you with his mouth full of pizza.

"Wow. That's a lot of money for this area. It must be because you're so timely and polite. And so handsome," you casually added, peeking up at him. He blushed and gave you a shy smile. "Oh, I don't know about that," he humbly replied. "Sure you are. You're cute, and you know it, too," you smirked at him. He took another big bite of pizza.

"So, do you always come quick?" You asked him. "Excuse me?" he politely answered you, nearly choking on his food and raising his eyebrows, unsure if he heard the question correctly. "I mean, when you're delivering pizza. Do you always arrive so quickly? I wasn't expecting you for another thirty minutes," you said, your eyes shifting between the boy on your couch and the clock on the wall. "I drive fast," he smiled.

"You really care about pleasing the customer, don't you?" You insinuated, bringing over the cup of hot chocolate. Your fingertips gently grazed his as you passed him the warm, ceramic mug. "Yes ma'am. I do. I live for it," he said in a submissive tone, glancing up at you.

"You ever get pulled over because you were driving too fast?" You wondered, raising an eyebrow at him and taking a seat on the couch beside him. "A handful of times, but it's always by the same officer in the same area I drive through. She always gives me shit, runs my license, registration, and insurance, and the whole bit, but she always lets me off with a warning," Chris replied before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Mmmm, this is good," Chris said, licking the whipped topping off his lip. "Oh, baby. You missed a spot," you chuckled, moving a bit closer and gently running the pad of your thumb against the smudge and cleaning it off his upper lip while you stared deep into his eyes. You slowly licked the sugary cream from your thumb and grinned at him. He secretly liked the way you babied him and how in touch you were with your maternal instincts.

He took a few more sips of his chocolatey drink, savoring the warmth and sweetness it provided. "How much longer is your shift?" You wondered, studying his jawline and his full lips. "I close tonight, so at least another six hours," he gave a disappointed half-smile. "Awh. I can't believe they're making you work late on a Saturday night," you gave him a little frown. "It's alright. It's good money," he replied, drinking more of his hot cocoa.

"You know, I really appreciate the tip, the slice of pizza, and the hot chocolate, but I really should get going," Chris replied, setting the nearly empty mug on the coffee table. "Oh, sweet boy. Look at your pants. They're a mess," you chuckled, brushing crumbs off of his lap and gently grazing his cock that twitched in response to your light touch.

"Ma'am, you're making this very hard for me right now," Chris said in a serious tone, grabbing your wrist and looking into your eyes. "What am I making hard for you, baby?" You cooed. "I know what you're doing," Chris looked at you with his submissive eyes.

"Then why don't you let me keep doing it? I'll take good care of you, darling," you placed a hand on his cheek, cradling his face and searching for the answers in his expression to get him to stay. "It wouldn't be right.." he started to say, but his voice trailed off and he loosened his grip on your wrist as you leaned in, closing the distance between his lips and yours. You pulled him into a trance with your deep, passionate kiss, swirling your tongue around in his mouth.

"Says who? Isn't the customer always right? Don't you wanna leave me satisfied, baby?" You asked him, nudging his chin up with your nose, exposing his throat, and planting a soft kiss on the side of his neck. Chris was such a sucker for neck kisses and pleasing the customer. He couldn't stop you now. He wanted you too badly and so desperately craved to satisfy you.

"What would I even say?" Chris wondered out loud, racking his brain for an excuse to get out of the rest of his shift but getting distracted by your luscious lips. "I'm sure you'll think of something," you mumbled, pressing your tongue against a sensitive spot on his neck and giving him another passionate kiss.

"I can't think about anything except how amazing your mouth feels," Chris whimpered, giving into the sensation. "Give me your cellphone," you said, pulling away and holding out your hand. "What for?" He asked you, hesitantly reaching into his pocket and placing it in your palm. You handed Chris back his phone after dialing the number to his work and tapping the speaker button.

"Just tell your boss you got a flat tire or something, and that you can't come back to work for the rest of the night. I'll make it worth your while," you seductively suggested, whispering as you gently nibbled on his ear. He let out a soft moan as your teeth grazed his earlobe. "Hey, Chris. What's up? You've been gone a while. You find the delivery address?" A man answered the phone, recognizing Chris' caller ID.

"I got kind of lost on the way there, but I eventually found it. Um, I actually called because someone slashed my tires when I stopped to take a leak. Could you put a manager on so I can explain the situation?" He asked, trying to keep his composure as your lips traveled back to his neck, sinking your teeth into his sensitive flesh. He bit down on his lip to suppress another moan.

"Of course. Give me a sec. I'm gonna put you on hold," the guy on the other end of the line replied. You grabbed the hem of Chris' work shirt, pulling it up and off over his head, disheveling his hair while you did so. "I can't believe you have me doing this right now," he whispered as you fell to your knees in front of him. You smirked up at him, your hands reaching for his belt.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, looking down at his lap wide-eyed, the sound of the metal clanking against itself as you unbuckled it. "You just get so many nice tips, I thought maybe you could spare one," you chuckled. "While I'm on the phone with my boss?" He peered down at you in disbelief. "Let's see how well you can hold it together," you smirked.

"Oh my god. I don't usually mix business and pleasure in this manner, ma'am," he innocently whispered as you reached into his underwear. "You can save the I don't usually do this talk for someone else, because guess what? You're already doing it," you giggled. He sharply inhaled as you pulled out his half-erect cock.

"Wow, it's so big, and it's not even all the way hard yet," you gasped, taking it into your hand and slowly beginning to stroke his shaft.

It was long and veiny, and the head was pink, smooth, and already beginning to swell with arousal. He was so flattered by the way you lovingly looked at it, gently petting it and causing more blood to flow to it. He peered down at you with hungry eyes and a lustful expression.

"Chris? Someone slashed your tires?" A woman spoke into the phone as you slowly licked from the base of his length, stopping right where the heads meets his staff. Chris' jaw dropped and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched the way you teased him. His cock, that had now grown to its full size, twitched at the sensation of your heavenly tongue, and a bit of pre-cum gushed from his slit.

"Chris?" The woman said again, sounding agitated. "Yes ma'am," Chris said in a strangled voice as you began spiraling slow licks around the tip, cleaning up the clear fluid. "Chris, are you stoned right now? You know, we've talked about this. If it were anyone else, I would've fired them on the spot after the first time. You're just such a hard worker and get such good reviews-" his boss started to scold him.

"No, no. Nothing like that, ma'am. I'm just shaken up. That's all," Chris cut her off, trying to keep his composure while he stared down at the way you flickered your tongue over his slit. Her tone immediately changed. "Awh, Chris. I'm so sorry I accused you of being high on the job. Do you need a ride home, sweetie?" She tenderly asked him.

"No, ma'am. I appreciate it. I already got one. I just wanted to call to let you know I can't get new tires until tomorrow, so I won't be able to finish my shift," Chris managed to get out before a small sigh escaped his lips and his head fell back as you worked your magical tongue on him. "Of course. Let me know if you need anything, Chris," his manager relayed in a tone you swore was almost seductive. "Anything at all," she emphasized, the desperation in her voice coming through.

He was so mesmerized by the way you sheathed his marble-smooth, pink head between your soft lips that he nearly forgot he was on the phone. "Chris?" His manager broke him out of his trance. "Yes. Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate that," Chris responded, staring down and nodding at you as you started to move your lips down his length, taking more of him into your mouth, massaging the backside of his dick with your tongue.

"Good night, Chris. Do whatever you need to do to relax," she said, definitely picturing him masturbating. "Good night, ma'am," Chris replied before concluding the call just in time for a guttural moan to pass through his lips and fill the room. You paused for a moment, taking Chris' dick out of your mouth with a faint pop, creating a wonderful suction for his nerve endings.

"Are you fucking her?" You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him a smirk. "My boss?" He asked with a surprised inflection, raising his eyebrows. You nodded at him. "No, ma'am. I swear I'm not," he quickly shook his head. "Well, she wants you to," you smiled. "Anything at all," you mockingly exaggerated her desperation. "I know. She's so obvious about it," Chris smirked down at you as you made his cock disappear behind your lips again.

He could finally enjoy the way you gently suckled on it, rolling your tongue around on his tip, and he didn't have to hold back his delighted noises anymore. Whimpers escaped his lips, one cascading after the other, filling the room with the sweet sound of his pleasure. He started to comb through your hair with his fingers as he sank further into the couch and further into his desire to fill your mouth with his seed.

"You work so hard, always taking care of everyone, but at the end of the day, who takes good care of you, hmm?" You cooed, stroking his length. He moaned loudly at your words. "Good boy. Enjoy it. You deserve it," you whispered before teasing the head with your tongue again.

"Ma'am, I don't know how much more I can take," he looked down at you lustfully, studying how you encircled the head with your licks. His dick involuntarily jerked again, a reflex to the way you intuitively knew what he liked. "I know you can take it, and you're going to," you whispered seductively. "Yes, ma'am," he whimpered as you took more of him into your mouth, sliding your lips all the way down until his tip hit the back of throat.

You loved how respectful he was even when he was on the brink of orgasm.

He clawed at the seat cushion underneath him, a desperate attempt to keep himself from finishing too soon. He thoughtfully watched your every move, thoroughly enjoying every subtlety of your technique that was becoming sloppier and messier. "Please, I need to cum," he whined, furrowing his brow, wetting his lips, and looking down at you with carnal desire in his eyes.

But you couldn't give into him just yet. You wanted to hear the desperation seeping into his tone of voice and see the neediness carved into his expression before you even thought about letting him finish.

"You don't understand how bad I need it," his luscious voice poured into the room. You carried on, ignoring his pleas to cum and fervently bobbing your head up and down on his cock some more. His moans became more strained as you continued to make him hold out, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes.

"Look at me, baby," you ordered him before you resumed manipulating all his tender nerve-endings. He loved the way you bossed him around, obediently following your directions. He did as he was told, peering back down at you and your tongue that was dancing around his tip, relentlessly teasing him.

"Please, ma'am. I've been such a good boy," he urgently begged, becoming teary-eyed. That's it, you thought to yourself. That was the kind of desperation you'd been patiently waiting for. You nodded at him, giving him silently permission as a tear rolled down his cheek. He let out a few loud, guttural moans, his voice cracking and his breath getting caught in his throat again.

You felt his dick pulse between your lips while you hummed against it, pressing the flat part of your tongue against his tip and causing his sweet and salty substance to spray off into different streams into your mouth, intensifying his orgasm. A few more primal sounds poured from his lips while you drained his throbbing member of his tasty seed.

"Thank you, ma'am. Thank you," he graciously praised you as you collected every last bit onto your tongue before swallowing it, making sure not to waste a single drop. He stared down at you breathlessly with his bedroom eyes, his flushed cheeks, and his slightly parted lips, his heart beating out of his chest.

"You're so good with your mouth, ma'am. How can I ever repay you?" Chris wondered, wiping away his tears of satisfaction and slipping his cock back into his pants. "Not necessary. It was my pleasure," you whispered, winking at him. "Ma'am. I insist. Please let me show you how good I can make you feel," he said in a soft, subservient voice, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You nibbled on your lip as you stood up in front of Chris. You reached down and picked up your glass of wine, taking a long sip before you started to unbutton your silk shirt. He watched as you slowly opened your blouse, exposing your breasts to him as you peered into his blue eyes.

"You'd do that for me, sweet boy?" You cooed, brushing your thumb against his cheek while you tilted your head down at him and held eye-contact. "I'd do anything to please you," he whispered, tipping his chin up at you. "Be a good boy and get on your knees for me," you said in a soft and sweet but domineering manner. He nodded before he dropped to his knees in front of you.

He curled his fingers into your waistband and slowly stripped your bottoms off of you. You stepped out of them, one leg at a time, Chris' eyes fixed on the treasure between your thighs. Chris bent your knee and slung your leg over his shoulder, so you could rest your foot on the edge of the couch while he nestled into your warmth. His tongue gently flickered over your clit, sending a lovely sensation through you.

Despite having just finished, the act of eating your pussy had him all worked up and needy again, his hand slithering below his waist as it found its way into his the waistband of his boxers. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started pumping back and forth. He clamped his lips down on your sensitive bud, moaning against it.

"Good boy," you whimpered, running your digits through his hair and brushing it out of his pretty face. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time with his licks, but they were perfectly sensual and effective nonetheless. You gasped as he suckled on your most delicate nerve-endings, and the sound of him hungrily lapping up your wetness filled the room.

You let go, allowing yourself to be swept up in the delightful feeling his tongue brought you as it expertly prodded around your glistening folds. "That's it, baby. You're doing such a good job," you commended him. You smiled down at him, whimpering and licking your lips.

"Ma'am, you taste so sweet," Chris softly replied right before taking his hand out of his pants and placing his middle finger at your entrance. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," he smirked up at you, sinking his digit into your hole.

He noted how tight you felt wrapped around just one finger. He couldn't keep himself from fantasizing about how your pussy would feel encasing his cock.

He went back to delicately licking your clit while he worked his curled finger into your heat, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in again. You loved the way it felt, but it left your core aching for more.

"Chris.. I need something else from you, sweetie," you responded, looking down lovingly at the obvious bulge in his jeans. "What do you need from me?" He sweetly asked, resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh and peering up at you, eager to serve you in any way he could.

You loved his subordinate nature, his obedient tone, and his enthusiasm about doing anything for you that you wanted him to. "Let me ride you, sweet boy," you requested, playing with his hair. "Oh, yes, ma'am. I thought you'd never ask," he softly whined, hypnotizing you with his desperate eyes.

You unhooked your leg from the boy's shoulder, and when he stood up, you placed your pointer finger on his chest and lightly pushed him back. He bent to your will, allowing your gentle shove to subdue him onto your sofa. He sunk into the furniture and pulled his dick out of his waistband once more, presenting it to you in all its glory. It was still incredibly hard.

You straddled him, sticking your breasts in his face, and he eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth. You grabbed onto his cock, holding it in place, so you could lower yourself onto it. You gasped as you enveloped the tip, and you let out a delighted sigh as you sat all the way down on it. Chris moaned against your breast, relishing in the sensation of having your heat wrapped around him.

He placed his hands on your waist so he could feel every intricacy in the way you rolled your hips forward, grinding on him as you rode him. You slid up and down on his rod with ease, becoming increasingly wet. "You're so big," you complimented him, feeling the way his dimensions filled you snugly, and he blushed at your praise.

You reached between your legs and started drawing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves while you maintained your stamina. "Ma'am, this is the best tip I've ever received," Chris whimpered, breathlessly. "I'd have to say the same," you smirked down at him. A few subtle whimpers escaped the boy's lips as you sped up your pace.

Chris' eyes started to roll back, but you gently tugged onto his ear, and whispered, "Look at me while you cum, sweet boy." He weakly nodded at you, his expression drenched in sheer lust and his facial features making it apparent to you how good you were making him feel.

"I'm so lucky I got you as my pizza delivery boy," you moaned, looking into his eyes. "Respectfully, ma'am, I think I'm the lucky one," he whimpered, furrowing his brow and digging into your sides with his fingertips.

"You've been such a good boy. Why don't you cum for me, sweetie?" You cooed, recognizing how close he was and how badly he needed this. "Inside?" He politely clarified. "Yes, Chris. Fill me up," you responded, nodding at him. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, letting all his muscles relax as his orgasm washed over him like a rising tide.

His climax ebbed and flowed through him. His cock twitched inside of you, pumping you full of his seed until it started leaking down his length and making a mess on his jeans. He was incredibly sensitive, but he waited patiently until your orgasm followed shortly after.

"Oh, Chris," you called out in a sultry moan as you clenched around him, finishing onto his rod and adding to the mess of fluids that were leaking onto his lap. The pace of your fingers on your clit slowed down as well as the movement of your hips until you finally came to a halt. You smiled down at Chris, pulling him into one more intense kiss and overwhelming his tastebuds with notes of red wine.

You climbed off of him, and started to slip back into your clothes. He admired your body one last time as you covered back up, taking a few moments to recover from the powerful sensation. His chest rose and fell as his breathing began to regulate itself, and he tucked himself back into his jeans, pulling his zipper closed, buttoning them back up, and buckling his belt.

You reached into your wallet again, pulling out $150, the amount Chris told you he would've made had he worked the rest of his shift, and you tucked it into his pocket. "Ma'am. Do you think I'm some kind of hooker or something? I can't accept money for sex," he smiled at you, pulling his work shirt back on over his head.

"You were on the job. I'm only paying you for your valuable time. We just so happened to have sex," you shrugged, winking at him while you did up the buttons on your silky pajama top. He shook his head, ready to decline your money offer.

"Come on, if you had trouble making rent this month because I got greedy and wouldn't let you leave, I'd feel just awful," you seductively said, tilting his chin up with your finger. "Even if you just spend it on weed," you winked at him. He chuckled and rolled his eyes in response.

"I can't wait to leave you a good review. Let everyone in town know how filling the Italian sausage is."

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What do the dorm leaders + a few more students do when you leave them without saying goodbye / you go missing? (Series)

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Genre: Fluff/ Angst Pairing: Riddle x Gn Reader

A/n: I wanted to get this idea out of my system, maybe I should have written this into a full fanfic, but what do you think? Let me know your thoughts in the comments (If you want to). This was supposed to be all the dorm leaders, but Riddle’s got too long so I’m going to separate them into series, most likely every character in Twisted Wonderland once I get ideas, some of them would link to each other's one-shots If I got enough smarty juice for it, but first let’s go for our boy Riddle, I hope you like it! Again, I'll make this into a series I hope you stay tuned!

Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Twisted Wonderland Cards. NOT BETA READ! Masterlist Part two: Leona x Gn reader -----------------

Sypnosis: You went off already, actually, they didn’t even know where you were right now, Grimm was worried about you, where have you gone? You just vanished into the mirror that you were talking to every midnight, he knew that he should have listened to his gut feeling when he realized that you were warning him about your sudden disappearance. The moment he went dashing out of Ramshackle, paws cold from the snow that he stepped on and it was really bad that when he needed Hornton he wasn’t there. 

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: He was the first to respond, he was a light sleeper due to his mother’s sudden outbursts in the middle of the night sometimes, so when he heard Grim’s cries from outside, he went to investigate immediately, especially since he saw that you weren’t with the little cat.

“Riddle!” Grim cried out, clinging to Riddle’s shirt “They’re gone!” He looked confused before grabbing Grim under his shoulders and lifting him a bit “What? Where did you last see them?” he questioned, Grim who looked miserable and seemed shaken as well “I don’t know they-!” he sobbed out “The moment I woke up, there was a gush of wind and the mirror shaking, and they were gone!”

 Riddle inhaled and sighed deeply, trying to remain composed “Would you like to rest here for now? I don’t want to wake the others up, we can look for them tomorrow” he went to open the door much wider now, while his thoughts were focused on you, he didn’t want to try to find you when it’s so dark out but at the same time, he wanted to throw away his rationality and go search the campus from up to down; you were always good to him, you saved him when he almost died, you’re basically a good friend to him; however, it was too dark outside, finding you would just be useless; but Grim seemed to think otherwise, he let out a loud whine which made Riddle wince at the noise. “Riddle! Please!” he begged, clinging again to the guy’s leg “I can’t leave Prefect alone!”

“Alright, alright,” Riddle said, sighing “Have you really checked everywhere?” He asked, and that’s where they started to plan out how to find you, he went to wake up the others, Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce to help with the search, of course, all four students agreed to help despite being late. 

Although they’ve been out for hours, there was nothing, no trace of your presence anywhere, where the hell did you go? Riddle’s eyebrows were basically knitted tight together for hours now, he can’t sense you, why? Where are you? 

The moment that the sun rose, not one idea or clue did the housewarden get from any deep search about you, and it left him frustrated. He decided since it was morning, Crowley might have any leads. 

And that’s where the matter was off of his hands… somehow, he still got updates, and he made his own investigations to try to find you, at least any leads; but nothing, even if he did get any leads it got him into a dead end. 

Days passed, weeks passed to the point it went into years passing, you still weren’t around, Grim was under his supervision, he basically got half custody with all the housewardens, especially when Grim seemed to not want to do anything else, other than get upset and lash out, he knew that feeling all too well when everything feels like it’s suffocating him. 

While he did pass everything in his academics, and now he’s graduating, he didn’t think that the impact of your presence before would make so much difference to him right now, he struggled and almost failed some of his subjects due to the lack of sleep and his mental health deteriorating. 

And throughout all of those, he realized that he actually loved you, isn’t that funny? He never thought that his affection for you would be anything more than just being acquaintances with you, the lingering stares he gave and the little adjustments he made of your uniform cause you weren’t wearing your tie properly, the way you never made him feel like an outsider, and everything else. The moments you and he were alone, he never made a move to get to know you better, he was the only one being asked questions about his family, his stories, and his future. He knew that saying he loved you was stupid, especially when he didn’t make any more effort in understanding you and knowing your story. 

The moment Riddle was wearing his Toga, something he was aiming for years, to become the valedictorian of his whole batch, he knew he should feel elated, his mother giving those business smiles he always see, Cater and Trey being there with him, graduating with him; Ace and Deuce watching their Housewarden graduate too. He was supposed to be happy; he was supposed to be-

But…

Where are you? Why aren’t you here with him? 

Riddle felt tears strolling down his cheeks when he was delivering his speech, an encouragement that he was supposed to give, yet here he was, tears strolling down his pristine face, in front of everyone, in front of his mother who looked shocked and pissed at him suddenly for showing such a shameful façade. 

“Riddle!” His mother shouted, almost wanting to stand up from her seat, but Trey stopped her, grabbing her shoulder and shaking his head. “There was one person that changed a lot of the student's perspective in magic… and how much they changed me as well.”

After that, Riddle stood in the bathroom, looking down the sink, face wet, he was crazy, telling everyone how Prefect, a missing student for years changed his life, and how he basically confessed how much he loved you, is he crazy? Maybe he went insane, now thinking about it, maybe all those searching for hours and sacrificing his sleep for you might be the reason. 

But even so, his heart yearned to see your face again, he missed you so much and he knew that he wasn’t the only one. 

He lifted his head, staring into the mirror, his eyes were puffy from crying, he looked pathetic, and he wanted to laugh about it.

Suddenly, the mirror started to wobble…? Was he hallucinating or does he see your face? 

“…iddle?” an echo of a voice all too familiar rang in his ears, his eyes widened as the wobbling of the mirror started to go harder, “Riddle… away… get away… the mirror” while he understood what “you,” said, he still didn’t budge, and that’s where the mirror spat you out, making him catch you.

His arms wrapped around your waist, he was shocked when he looked at you, you looked… the same? You looked a bit older, more gorgeous for sure. 

“Riddle!” you chirped, wrapping your arms around him, “You’ve changed so much!” he grew a bit, you were the same height now, but the other seemed to be surprised, his grip on your waist never leaving as he stared at you, “Riddle?” you asked, a bit worried.

 

“… Prefect?” he placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing it fondly with his thumb “Is that really you?” 

He wanted to kiss you, you stupid idiot, why did you vanish for years and come back looking prettier than you used to?

So, he did. He kissed you deeply, all the yearning and pain he felt for years, he put it in the kiss he gave you.

Welcome back, Prefect. 

Word count: 1,266

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Summary: Alucard thinks the dreams he crafts for you are delicious. And they feel so real, don’t they? Maybe they are. Maybe all of this is. In the end, only you and him will know.

Pairing: Yandere!Alucard x AFAB!Reader

Warning: 18+ (minors, don’t interact), angst, horror, mentioning of noncon, sexual themes

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really love the idea of alucard messing with reader in her dreams 🥰 and the power of friendship — even tho its not enough to stop the horrors that await them all

The Basement’s Monster II

“Find me, trandafir… or I'll find you.”

You wake up in a foreign land. It’s dark. There’s a nip in the air. Alert and frightened, you glance down. You're standing upright. Your bare feet are encased by snow and ice. The frosty dust travels all the way up to your ankles, scratching your raw skin. Around you are tall evergreens, their skirts hiding more than ice beneath them; you learn this almost immediately.

As you guide your gaze down their branches, you catch a glimpse of something in motion between them. You take a step back. Suddenly, growling is heard to the left of you. With a gasp, you whirl to face the threat. It leaves no trace. You hear the same noise again, closer this time. You can’t catch the culprit, regardless of your wit.

Unmoving, you listen to the ambiance of the eerie site. You want to freak out. It takes every fibre of self-restraint to not. But inwardly, part of you does. Part of you spends several seconds attuned to your heartbeat, believing that cardiac arrest will kill you before the monster does. Inside, you claw your hair out in chunks and howl like a werewolf into the cloudless sky. You close your eyes and beseech for a swift end, because giving up is easier than the prospect of failing, or running into the abyss, of getting lost in this Carpathian forest.

A soft growl emerges from behind you once more. Hauntingly, the beast’s breath dances across your bare shoulders. Your hair hovers on end. Jesus Christ; this thing is close enough to touch you.

Your survival instincts kick in. Thoughtlessly, you bolt forward. A sitting duck certainly doesn’t stand a chance; a running duck might.

The snow crunches under your toes as you dash. The crescent moon poorly illuminates your path while you clumsily dodge trees, dead shrubs, and pitfalls, panting feverishly. No one has treaded this section of the woods yet. There’s no indication of where to go, or where you could be headed. All you know is that you're being hunted.

You stumble to a halt when your lungs burn, begging for reprieve. Collapsing to your knees, the powder beneath you cuts into your skin. You barely feel the slices; you’re too cold to notice.

You swallow laboured pants and kneel in silence, attending to the earth. You count to sixty three times. In that span, you don’t hear anything.

It’s odd. There are no animals in this area, prowling about in the guise of night. You seem to be the only living creature out here. A cryptic realization strikes you. Animals and insects can detect predators more effectively than humans.

Climbing to your feet, you survey the circumference around you. The shadows remain in place this time. Still, there’s an unrest in the pit of your stomach that prompts you to move on. Staying here will do you little good.

You trek forward, rubbing your arms to keep warm. The walk feels like it lasts for an eternity. Maybe it does. But even eternities die hereafter.

There's a wooden post pitched awkwardly near a hulking tree. At the top is a carved arrow pointing to the right. You can’t read the words that are scratched into the jaded wood. You reach up to wipe off the snow. Unnerved, you discover that the characters are in a different language.

Nu intrați.

You look in the direction it’s signifying. You squint through the blowing snow, straining your eyes to scan the visible distance. There’s no path in sight. You don't know what you were expecting. You do notice something else, though. Through the thick trunks and thorny bushes, the small hills and frosty terrain, you see a light. It’s dim and foreboding. It’s also the only lead you’ve got. Reluctantly, you embark.

At your rear, the darkness is steadily closing in over your shoulder. Is it you, or is the void getting closer? You can no longer conceive the larger details of the woods behind you. It's inky and devastating. You get the sense that you'll be consumed if you don't pick up your pace. Right then, your stride transforms into a brisk jog.

Utterly disoriented, you reach the light source. Your icy fingers coil around the post. This one has a lantern dangling from its upper axis, swaying ominously in the arctic gusts; that must be what you saw. You shift to get a glimpse of what was pursuing you. Nothing. It cowers from sight, skirting along the hem of light, as though fearing what will be revealed.

Next to you, on the opposite side of the post, there are items dangling from a hook. They appear to have been planted, given their relatively clean state. Strange, based on the lack of footprints. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to determine that this is bait from the predator chasing you. Upon further inspection, it's a cloak and a pair of boots. Gear to survive this landscape — a grim confirmation that he doesn't want this charade the quest to finish prematurely. Mournfully, you may have no choice but to adorn them if it means getting out of this polar nightmare alive.

You snatch the cloak and toss it over your figure. It’s made of a white silky fur, instantly enveloping you in a toasty hug. There’s a thicker pelt lining the garment, barring the wind from gaining access to your nudity. The length of the fabric lands below your knees, guarding most of your body. Surprisingly, it's weighted.

You put the boots on next. They’re precisely your size. Creamy white fur lines the collar, cushioning your glacial feet. They stretch a few inches above your ankles. You're better equipped for the expedition ahead. The relief that hits you is instant. It offers the physical security you required to commence.

Leaving the light is petrifying. You don't know if the creature is going to pounce on you the moment you're out of safety. Graciously, it doesn't. That's how you know there's more for you to see.

Your destination remains unclear. You're aiming for the direction the arrow suggested, but you haven't seen a sign post since. You wonder if you missed the path somewhere. You suppose you'll never know; it's more likely you'll perish out here.

Minutes turn to hours. You're relentless. Exhaustion perches on your shoulder like a dreadful gargoyle, slowing you down. In your perspective, stopping would mean giving up. You won't do that. And thus, your aching soles hike further than they ever have.

A deviation in the scenery finally gathers your attention. Weaving through the trunks and canopies, you notice grey rock. At last, a clue as to where you might be, and how you can reach civilization. You rush, fast approaching what you seek.

The moon shines just right. Your jaw drops. It's a towering cliff face. The trees thin out, and you capture a set stage fresh out of a sinister fairy tale. Evacuating from the forest, you lay witness to a castle at the edge of the massive stone mountain. A shallow layer of snow decorates the path leading to its gigantic archway, unlike the mounds you treaded through on your trek. This place is distinctly habitated.

The gates are several metres taller than you, made from a ferocious oak. There are twin knockers on either door. You can't make out what shape they are. You feel drawn to enter.

A wave of anxiety chokes you. Intuitively, you believe it would be a grave error to trespass further. The beast has other plans for you, however; he didn't bring you all this way to have you turn back.

He slithers up behind you — where he's been hovering for your entire odyssey — and digs his feral nails into your bicep. The sharp tips puncture your flesh, extracting blood. You open your mouth to scream. Everything settles into a muted chaos. The last thing you witness is the vampire running his tongue along his finger, tasting your life force.

You jerk into an upright position. Sweat pours down your face, dripping from your wrinkled forehead. Eyes watering and lips trembling, your gaze darts to and fro. Soon, your vision stabilizes.

There’s no forest. There’s no snow. There’s no castle. You’re in your bedroom. Panic becomes background noise as you hash out the questions in your mind.

When did you fall asleep? You didn’t want to pass out, but you must have lost the battle. You can’t blame yourself; it was late. The last thing you recall being conscious for was reading about Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Must have been a little dry.

How long have you been asleep? Afternoon sunlight beams through your curtains. It’s definitely past noon. Then, what happened during your slumber? Your memory is fading upon awakening. You’re already forgetting several key portions of your dream, such as the event which caused you to run further into the unpredictable woods. The final details are fuzzy, as well. You know something must have startled you into consciousness — but what?

You throw off the sheets and scrutinize your form. There are no scratches. Bruises aren’t decorating the skin of your ankles, nor are there markings from the cuffs of your boots. The threat of frostbite didn’t directly affect you, either, sparing your flesh from decay.

Perplexed, you get out of bed. What was that land you were in? And that language. You wish you could remember what the sign said. There’s no hope of deciphering lost words.

You tug your robe off its hanger and slide your arms through the wide sleeves. You’re going to shower and brush your teeth. Then, you’ll go downstairs to have a meal. There’s much research to be done. You need to feel fresh and energized if you want to keep up.

You leave your bedroom. Peeking around the corner, you notice there’s more life than usual in the house. Everyone seems to be home. Nelly is in her bedroom, talking to a friend. Cree is listening to music at a moderate volume, singing along occasionally. Downstairs, Ericson is likely in her chamber or lounging in the living room. It’s a nice change.

Quietly, you move down the corridor. The bathroom still bears uncomfortable memories for you, but you can’t avoid it. Hygiene is too important. You dip inside and close the door.

Washing up goes immaculately. You’re able to groom yourself for the day without qualm. The vampire doesn’t show himself. In fact, you’re safe until you’ve stopped expecting the worst.

Robe tied firmly at your waist, you open the bathroom door and release the steam that’s been built up. The cool air is refreshing as you step outside of the humid space. A soft sigh escapes your lips. It’s silent. Mournfully, your peace doesn’t last.

You pass Nelly’s room. Strangely, her door is open. Filled with natural curiosity, you glance inside. She’s not talking on the phone anymore. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, head hung low. Her short red box braids dangle in front of her face, shielding her features. Instead of chocolate skin, you see something else. Dark tendrils are crawling along her exposed flesh.

What the fuck?

You grind to a halt. You’re inches away from your door. You want to pretend you never saw that. Unfortunately, you can’t. If Nelly’s in trouble — if the monster has enough gall to lay claim to her — you have to do something.

You clamp your eyes shut. Your breathing is dysregulated and chaotic. It’s impossible to soothe your grieving heart. You really don’t want to do this… but Nelly has shown up for you countless times in the past. It would be a disservice if you abandoned her.

With sheer motivation, you veer in the direction you came. You adjust your robe and creep closer to your comrade’s door. You purse your lips. Now, it’s closed halfway.

“Oh, god.” You whisper, practically frozen with fear. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

You open the door prudently, using your whole arm. The scent of cinnamon and almonds — her favourite body spray — warms your spirit temporarily. Nelly’s no longer on the bed, though. In fact, there’s no trace of her at all.

“Uh… hey!” You call out. “You okay?”

Not a sound. Worry grows thicker in your chest. You wander into the room. The window is closed and none of her usual electronics are on. It’s as though she was never present to begin with. But you know you heard her before showering. And who was that on her mattress?

Your earlobes tingle. You pick up on a gentle noise. Initially, you think it’s movement.

“Nel?”

But it’s not shuffling; it’s sobbing. And it’s coming from her closed closet.

The twin wicker doors are menacing. There’s darkness in their confines, meaning if Nelly’s in there, she’s sitting on the floor in pitch black, crying. That’s not like her.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You shake your head, stepping away from the source. There’s no goddamn way you’re searching in the closet for your friend — not alone. You have to get out of here and find someone to help you, now.

The crying ceases abruptly. You don’t stick around to find out why. Barrelling towards the ajar door, you throw it open. The knob flies into the wall, breaking its stopper and lodging the ball into plaster. You’ll apologize later.

You whirl into the hallway and cut to the right, smashing into someone in the process. You trip backwards and catch yourself on the wall. Holding your head, the person is blurry for a short eternity, until he reacts.

“Woah!”

A friendly male voice penetrates through your tunnel vision. Amiable hands grasping your upper arms crush your apprehensiveness. You unravel, breathless.

“Cree!” You gasp, seizing his shirt with quivering fists. “We gotta— we need t—“

You can’t summon the words. There’s embarrassment as much as there is urgency. Although you don’t have the ability to prove what you experienced, you need him to believe that you’re telling the truth.

“Hey!” He cooes. “Calm down, girl.”

He folds you into an embrace, large arms boxing you against his firm chest in an expression of care. He recognizes how frazzled you are. And his efforts aren’t lost on you, despite the influx of anxiety that’s pumping through your veins. You spend a few moments huffing and puffing and wailing. There’s no time for hugging, and yet, it’s what your nervous system craves. You lean into him.

Cree has been your friend for a while. He’s only let you down once. It was when he was smudging his grandmother’s home. He accidentally lit your hair on fire with the white sage. You didn’t talk to him for days after that. This is different, though. Would he scorn you for being spooked?

“There’s something in this house.” You croak, going all in. “I keep seeing it, and hearing it, and it’s trying to hurt our friends.”

His hold tightens. He strokes your back and shushes you gingerly. The gesture ought to be comforting; instead, it disheartens you. He doesn’t seem to grasp your admission. Maybe you were wrong; maybe there’s no one you can trust with this horrible secret.

He shuffles so that his arms are outstretched and his hands are clasping your shoulders. There’s confusion carved into his face. He explains himself.

“I heard scratching on my wall. If I wasn’t lying in my bed, I wouldn’t have heard it. It was steady, like nails on drywall.”

Your watery eyes widen. The head of his mattress rests against the wall corresponding to Nelly’s closet. A shiver scrambles up your form, causing you to cringe. What would have happened if you’d opened the wicker doors? You dread considering the gruesome outcomes.

“It stopped, and shit was quiet for a while. Then, someone was crying.”

You tremble. It was the monster luring you into its clutches. Cree nearly overheard your demise.

“I-I-I thought I s-saw Nel.” You stammer, rattled. “S-she—“

“She left for work this morning.”

You whine. You’re grateful she’s alive; nevertheless, this news has you questioning your reality. You might be losing it from the level of psychological warfare this bastard is inflicting upon you. Regardless, you know that whatever you heard talking on the phone wasn’t your friend. Whatever you observed sitting on the bed, with tentacles for legs, wasn’t your friend, either. The monster has been hunting you from the second your eyes opened.

"I thought I saw her when I walked by her room." You gesture to your robe. “As you can see, I just finished showering. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking kinda sick. I went in the find her, but—“

You can’t stop thinking about what was in that closet. It was luring you, like a scumbag uses candy to snatch kids. He tempted you in the realms of curiosity and goodwill, effectively poking at your moral code. You have to admit, scurrying out of the bedroom didn’t feel great when you thought Nelly could’ve been in there.

Your exhale is noticeably strong.

“—but I heard someone crying in the closet.”

“And you ran.”

You nod, failing to restrain a waterfall bursting at the gates. You bawl into Cree’s shirt. He lets you, all while stroking your back and rocking you in place. He knows there’s nothing to say to a grieving soul, and so, he simply holds space for your pain. Your break down lasts for a good five minutes.

Alucard stands by the doorway of Nelly's room, observing the scene with envious eyes. If you turned around, you wouldn't catch him savouring your misery. He's undetectable to the human gaze.

It was him in the closet, luring you into his clutches. He shapeshifted into one of his various forms and embellished his usual theatrics. You took the bait flawlessly. If you were an idiot, he would have captured you there. He isn't certain what he would have done with you, so perhaps it's better for your health — and the longevity of his game — that he didn't fall for his trickery. Still, he doesn't care for the result augmenting before him.

The one you call Cree has his hands on you. He may prove to be an obstacle if he's not removed. You could be driven closer to the boy as you grow more frightened. If that’s the case, he'll have to speed up the process of isolating you from the others. They have you to blame for the cruel measures he’ll engage with to enact total control over his future queen.

He refrained from caressing you last night, in the dream he fabricated. He could have tackled you into the snow and taken you if he wanted. He’s more of a gentleman than that, though; tactics such as animalistic, dehumanizing rape is a method most commonly employed by the Catholic church. He, on the other hand, will lay claim to your body when you give him permission; he won’t have you until then.

In your sleep, he permitted you to venture closer to his castle, to work for the life he’s ready to give you — albeit unknowingly. He was impressed by your perseverance. He’s witnessed mortals give up after being chased by Baskerville. You chose to push on. You are proving to be very worthy. This was accentuated by the taste of your blood. He was fortunate to relish in a few drops.

When there's fresh, delectable blood available, a part of him — one who's incredibly juvenile — tends to coax him into indulging. In his younger years, he would have. He's learned since then, however. Watching his greedy counterparts drain humans dry and suffer the brutal consequences, it cemented the idea that feeding carelessly results in an untimely demise. He wouldn't be the apex predator he is today if he didn't heed his cryptid instincts.

The others died; he’ll live forever. Hopefully with you by his side.

Cree doesn’t explicitly indicate whether he believes you or not. What he does do is offer his support. He tells you to call him when you’re nervous. If he’s at work, and the cafe is dead, he’ll be able to chat with you for a bit. It’s an incredibly sweet gesture. Part of you wishes he volunteered himself to help you battle the monster in this house. Doesn’t he comprehend the gravity of letting this creature roam free?

He invites you into his room. You listen to music until Nelly comes home. He tells you that all of you are going to sit down and have dinner with each other this evening. Before leaving for work, the redhead told him and Ericson — both of who were already awake for the day, themselves — that she's going to bring home a few pizzas. After that, he's going to search the basement.

You don't know how he does it, but Cree manages to take your mind off the situation at hand. By the time Nelly arrives, you're laughing together about misheard lyrics from a song he showed you. Her advent is a reminder of sinister activities. Your mood is sapped the second you hear her keys jingle.

By six-thirty you're in the dining room, seated at the table. It's massive and made of a solid mahogany. Around it are six chairs. Two more sit off to the side. You recollect how adamant Nelly was about purchasing the set.

“We can’t have a house without a dining table. Might as well not have a damn house at all.”

This is the first place she's ever called home; you don't blame her for wanting it to be perfect. She's invested. You wish you could follow her lead.

You reach for a slice of your favourite pizza. Once everyone has food on their plate, the devouring commences. You didn't understand how hungry you were. You skipped breakfast and lunch today, but Cree gave you small candies to tide you over. Right now, this meal feels like the best thing you've eaten in your whole life.

You munch in silence. Cree pipes up between chewing.

"Yo, I heard some shit in the basement today."

You swallow, staring at him intently. He didn't tell you he was going to do this. Is he sparing you the embarrassment of having to bring up what occurred earlier?

“Oh yeah?” Nelly drones, biting into her food.

“Yeah. I thought it was someone crying.”

“What is it with everyone getting creeped out by the basement?” Ericson asks genuinely.

"Dunno." Cree shrugs. "Anyone wanna come check it out with me?"

Nelly hums, curiosity evident in her tone. She mulls the idea over in her head. You notice the rings beneath her eyes which resemble cattails in their colour. She tried to cover them with makeup, but it must have faded after a full day of working. Your friend seems exhausted.

"Sure." She concedes with a shrug, focusing on her food. "But give me time to eat and digest before this little—" She pauses to gesture at Cree, who's visibly animated in his seat. "—adventure."

"Sweet!"

Something you've come to realize about your comrades during this ordeal is that they're exponentially compassionate towards one another, yourself included. Your collective dedication to friendship is admirable. Each of you have different personalities, and yet, you mesh well on a united front.

"I'll come, but I won't go down." Ericson chimes in. "It's too cold."

"You sure that's why?" You lift a teasing brow. "Or are you scared?"

She head rolls around the back of her neck. She faces you with an exasperated expression. You crack a simper.

"Girl." She scoffs. "You're asking me if I'm scared when I busted in the washroom to save your ass from a peeping tom?"

"Nah, that's a human!" Cree interjects, grinning. "What about if (f/n) said she saw a ghost tryna get at her?"

Nelly snorts, almost choking on her food.

"You're acting like the ghost is tryna fuck."

"Maybe it is!" Cree snickers.

"Hey, if I was dead for decades, I'd be pretty horny." Ericson asserts.

As funny as it is, once removed from the reality of the circumstance at hand, you barely giggle. It stirs anxiety in your chest. The threat to you is tremendous. And what if the vampire is trying to fuck? That's an outrageous demand you don't want to give into.

Later that evening, Cree and Nelly disengage the locks and open the door to the basement. You and Ericson gather around to watch. You can tell Nelly has some reservations about the impending endeavour.

“I’m telling you right now: if there’s a demon down there, I’m getting terminating the damn lease.”

While you nod in agreement, pleased by her willingness not to trifle with the supernatural realm, Ericson rolls her eyes.

“Chill.” The brunette groans. “I swear, you guys are freaked out by the house shifting and the pipes rattling.”

“Darkness, too.” Cree adds with a coy smile. "Don't forget that."

He flicks on the light switch. Abruptly, the bulb blows. Its deafening snap has you covering your face in terror. Ericson shrieks.

“What the fuck!” The man cries. “Shit, dude! That could not have happened at a worse time!”

“What a coincidence.” Ericson mutters, weary.

“Yeah.” Nelly grumbles, face twisted in disapproval. “But I feel like that was too much of a coincidence. I say we keep that door locked tight. Like, I’ll wait at the top of the stairs while you guys investigate, kinda thing.”

You get why she doesn’t want to put herself at risk. She’s smarter than most. A bad omen is a bad omen.

“I mean… I don’t want Cree going by himself, so I’ll go, too.” Ericson volunteers.

She’s genuinely concerned for his safety. You are, too, but you can’t set foot down there. Guilt rises. You punch it down so it’s mere background noise.

Cree scoops his phone out of his pocket. He turns on the flashlight app and regards Ericson. He flickers the beam beneath his chin.

“‘Kay. You ready?”

The young woman replicates his moves.

“Sure am.”

Ericson trots down the stairs after Cree. You stand on the stoop and gaze into the abyss. It’s haunting to remember when you were here on the viewing day, tempted to meet the monster. You believe he blew the bulb. Does he plan to screw with your friends while they’re in his domain?

Suddenly, nausea bubbles in your gut. You shouldn’t have let them go. He doesn’t seem capable of harming you on the other floors of the house, but what if he’s more powerful in the basement?

A hand drops onto your shoulder. You yelp at the impetuous contact. Thankfully, it’s Nelly.

“Are you okay, hun?” She inquires, perturbed. “You’ve been hella jumpy lately.”

She hasn’t been noticing the noises. She hasn’t been privy to his growing vitality. The closest she got to him was today, when the lightbulb blew. If she knew, she would be frightened, too.

“Cree isn’t the only one hearing noises.” You admit. “It feels like there’s something else here with us.”

She bobs her head slowly, digesting your confession.

"You're saying you heard noises?"

"Yeah."

"In the basement?"

"That's right."

"And we sent those two down there?"

You bite your tongue until you taste iron. That's precisely what you were pondering when she confronted you. In a sick way, you're content that's you're not the sole one concerned about their trek into foreign territory.

The clock in the kitchen cycles two and half times. Just then, footsteps echo from the stairwell. Unknowingly, you and Nelly hold your breath. They’re gradual and intentional. It could be your friends or the beast. Graciously, Cree’s head appears. Ericson is there, as well.

"Nothing at all is down there, guys." He announces, securing the door behind Ericson. "Just dust."

"Yup." His counterpart corroborates. "We split up and didn't see anything weird."

Relieved, you huff. It doesn't mean that he's a figment of your imagination, or that he's not surveilling you; it means that your friends made it back up alive. He didn't trifle with them.

"Whew!" Nelly bellows. "Y'all had me worried there for a sec, I'm not gonna lie."

"Like when the light went out?"

Ericson rags on her in jest. She laughs.

"Yes, exactly!"

The brunette turns to Cree.

"Are you satisfied?"

He stares at you. It's in indication that he wants to know your answer to Ericson's probe. With the smallest of smiles, you nod discreetly. You can't rely on them to take down a vampire. It's enough that no one got hurt. Cree mimics you.

"Totally, dude. Thanks."

With that, everyone disperses. You decide to retire to your bedroom for the evening. You have a lot of work to do. Cree turns in, too. He’ll probably stay up and play games with his friends. Nelly heads for the bathroom to shower and hit the hay. In her words, seven in the morning comes fast. You think this is a positive ending to the night.

Ericson moves towards her chamber. She's the last to go. Once she's inside her room, she locks the door. Then, she removes an amulet from her back pocket. The jewel is crimson, as though filled with blood. It's encrusted with gold. She found it down there, when her and Cree were searching for any sign of life. It was tucked away on a ledge in the cold room, at the furthest corner of the house. She spotted it because she thought she saw something when she scanned her flashlight over the small space. Upon further examination, she discovered this mysterious treasure.

She grins. This will be her little secret. She can’t explain why she doesn’t want to tell you or the others about the jewel. Does she think you'll steal it from her? She has no reason to. Years have dictated that none of you are thieves.

It's peculiar...

...but a voice in her head — distant, yet demanding — implores her to keep this to herself.

[phr3ia]

Love Game (Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 14 : Jealousy]

Toji's recovery was surprisingly swift. Within two days, he was already up and moving around, much to the nurses' dismay. They had hoped to have more time to fawn over him, but Toji was having none of it. He was antsy, eager to get back to his normal life.

On the third day, he was back into your apartment, looking healthier than he had any right to be.

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[The next day...]

You were in the middle of getting ready for work, rushing around the apartment as you always did. Toji was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door, but Toji stopped you.

"Where are you going? It's still early." he asked, looking up from the TV.

"Work. I have a meeting I can't miss." you replied, opening the door. "I'll see you later, okay?"

Toji stood up, grabbing his keys from the table. "I'll give you a ride."

You hesitated, taken aback. "What? No, that's okay. I can take a cab."

Toji rolled his eyes. "Stop being stubborn. I'm offering you a ride. Let's go."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Toji was already heading towards the door, leaving you no choice but to follow. You locked up the apartment and trailed after him, shaking your head. "You don't have to do this, you know. You just recovered from your injuries."

Toji turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Do I look dead to you? 'Cause I sure as hell don't feel like it. Now come on, let's go. I ain't got all day to wait for you."

"Fine." you sighed, giving in.

You climbed into the front seat of Toji's car, buckling your seatbelt as he started the engine. You sat quietly, looking out the window, but you could feel Toji's gaze on you every now and then. 

"What's wrong?" Toji asked, glancing at you again. "You keep rubbing your eyes."

You waved him off. "It's nothing. Just some dust, probably."

Toji immediately pulled over to the side of the road, turning to face you. "Let me see." he said, cupping your chin gently in his hand. He leaned in close, examining your eye. "It's red."

Toji put the car back in gear, speeding off down the street. "We're going to the pharmacy. I'm not having you show up to your meeting with red eyes."

You sighed, leaning back in your seat. "Toji, you do--"

"I know I don't have to." he interrupted. "But I want to. So just shut up and let me do this."

"Wait here." he said, getting off the car before dashing towards the pharmacy to buy an eye drops.

You rolled your eyes, but you stayed in the car as instructed. A few minutes later, Toji returned, holding a small bottle of eyedrops. He leaned across the center console, tilting your head back gently with his free hand.

"Open your eyes." he commanded softly.

You did as he said, feeling the cool liquid drop into your eye. You blinked, trying to adjust to the sensation.

"How does that feel?" Toji asked, his voice low and soft. He was still leaning close, his hand cupping your cheek gently. "Any better?"

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how close he was, how his thumb was brushing softly against your skin. "Y-yes, it feels better. Thank you."

Toji held your gaze for a moment longer before finally pulling back, starting the car again. "Good. Now, let's get you to that meeting of yours."

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Toji pulled up to the curb outside your workplace, putting the car in park. He turned to you, his expression serious. "Here we are. Have a good meeting."

You blinked, surprised. "Uh, thanks. You too...with whatever you have planned for the day."

Toji just nodded, not saying anything else. You hesitated for a moment before opening the door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. "Bye, Toji." you said, closing the door behind you.

Toji simply raised a hand in farewell, waiting until you disappeared into the building before driving away.

"Okay, what the hell is going on with Toji? One minute he's a grumpy asshole, the next he's playing nursemaid and buying me eye drops?" you thought to yourself as you walked into the building. "Why is he being all soft and caring? Since when does he give a damn about anything besides fighting and fucking?

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. "Maybe he hit his head harder than I thought and now he's suffering from some sort of concussion-induced personality disorder. Or maybe he's just bored and looking for new ways to annoy me. Either way, I need to keep an eye on him. Literally. Because god knows what he'll do next."

You pushed the thoughts aside as you stepped into the elevator, focusing on the task at hand. "Whatever his deal is, it's not my problem. I've got a meeting to attend to."

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[Meeting Adjourned]

You let out a sigh of relief as the conference room emptied out, your colleagues filing out one by one. You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache coming on. "This is so stressful..." you muttered to yourself, gathering your notes and sliding them into your briefcase.

You checked your watch, realizing it was already past noon. You decided to grab a quick lunch before heading back to your office to tackle the mountain of paperwork waiting for you.

You were walking briskly down the sidewalk, lost in thought, when suddenly a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind. You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. "Who's there?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Guess who."

You can never go wrong with that gentle voice.

"Suguru?" you asked, a smile already spreading across your face. "What are you doing here?"

He removed his hands, turning you around to face him. "Surprise." he said, a soft smile on his face. "I thought I'd come and see you during your lunch break."

"And I also had a feeling you were having a rough morning, so I thought I'd come and cheer you up." He held up a bag from your favorite bakery. "I brought croissants and cappucinnos for us."

You melted at his thoughtfulness, "Aww, Suguru, that's so sweet of you. I can't believe you still remembered my favorite bakery."

You took the bag from him, linking your arm with his. "Come on, let's go sit over there." You led him to a nearby park, choosing a quiet spot under a tree where both of you could sit on a bench.

As you both started enjoying your lunch, Suguru turned to you with a warm smile. "So, I was thinking. How about we catch a movie tomorrow night after your work? My treat."

You looked at him, surprised but pleased. "Really? That sounds like fun! I'd love to."

Suguru's face lit up. "Great! I'll pick you up from your office then. We can grab dinner first if you'd like."

You nodded, grinning. "Sounds perfect. I can't wait!"

But then you sighed as soon as you checked the time. "Suguru, I hate to say this, but I need to get back to the office. I've got a pile of work waiting for me."

Suguru nodded understandingly. "Of course, I understand." He stood up, offering his hand to help you up. "Let's walk back together, at least."

You took his hand, standing up. "Thank you, Suguru. For everything. This was just what I needed today."

As you reached the entrance of your workplace, Suguru turned to face you, his hand still holding yours. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. When he pulled back, he smiled at you and said "I'm glad I could make you smile today."

"Until tomorrow, Suguru." You turned and walked back into your workplace, feeling lighter than you had all morning.

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Toji gripped the steering wheel tightly as he watched you and Suguru from afar. He couldn't hear what you two were talking about, but he could see the way you were smiling, the way you were looking at each other. It made his stomach twist into knots.

He had been planning to surprise you with lunch, to show you that he could be...nice. But now, seeing you with him, he felt like an idiot. What the hell was he thinking? You weren't his to take care of, to surprise with lunches. You were...you were with another man.

Toji put the car in gear, pulling away from the curb without a second glance. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from there. Away from you and Suguru.

He drove aimlessly, his mind racing. Why did it bother him so much, seeing you with someone else? He had never cared before, had never given a shit about you...now it felt like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in their fist.

He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, cursing under his breath. "Stupid fucking feelings." He didn't know what was happening to him, but he knew he had to stop it. Whatever this was, it had to stop.

Toji pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park. He rested his forehead against the steering wheel, taking deep breaths. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself. "I don't care about her. I don't. She's just...she's just a pain in my ass, that's all."

He sat there for a moment, trying to convince himself. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't shake the image of you and Suguru from his mind.

Toji growled, pounding his fist against the dashboard. "Goddammit!" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I need to get my shit together."

He put the car back in gear, pulling away from the curb. He had places to be, people to kill. He didn't have time to worry about you, no matter how much you annoyed him. No matter how much you made him feel...things.

He just had to keep reminding himself of that. Over and over again. Until he believes it.

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End Of Chapter 14 🥀....

@meowforluv @miizuzu @geniejunn @scorpiosugar

[glo0b]

So this is love?

I do not own the characters or art

Content: Yandere!Knight!Sebek Zigvolt x Princess!Yuu/F!Reader, mentions of Prince!Silver x Princess!Yuu/F!Reader

TW: Yandere themes of course and slight mentions of death

note: I wrote this for a class project so I was limited lol. I wish I had more time and could have put more gore in it, sad day. BTW it's in Sebek's POV

word count: 1429

Here I am, Sebek Zigvolt, a knight of the Bair Valley kingdom and lover to Princess Yuu, walking to her sleeping quarters. Oh, I just can’t wait to see her beautiful face! I clutch the flowers in my hand and smooth my green hair back before opening her door. “Yuu!~ I brought you a surprise!~” I pause as I look upon the empty room. I step inside inspecting the room, it seems like someone left in a hurry or was taken in a hurry with objects out of place and thrown on the ground. “No, no, no, no, she can’t be gone! Where is Yuu!?”  My booming voice bounces off the walk as I rush through all the places she could be. I search the halls of the palace in a panic. My heart beats against my ribcage rapidly as I am unable to find my beloved Yuu. 

I stop in my tracks when I overhear other knights talking of how Prince Silver of the Moonlight Kingdom had taken the princess on a trip. “Prince Silver sure is handsome, I bet the princess will pick him as her husband.” The knight speaks in such a casual tone, of course he doesn’t know how horrible Prince Silver is! He would never be a fit man to marry Princess Yuu! “I heard the reason the prince is named that is because of his silver hair-” I drown out the conversation as their talk continues of that horrible Prince Silver. It seems like I’ll have to take a trip to Moonlight kingdom myself. 

At night I planned to sneak out and take my horse out of town. I saddle up Romeo and get on. I named my horse Romeo since Yuu’s personal horse was named Juliet, silly to name the horses after characters in a love story I know. I didn’t pack much since the Moonlight kingdom is only in a day of travel. I tug the reins and Romeo begins to move. “Don’t worry love, I'll be there soon.” I whisper to myself so the other knights wouldn’t hear me leaving. 

It takes time but I finally arrive at one of the towns in Moonlight Kingdom. I pay for a room at an inn and put Romeo in the stables. This town didn’t seem that bad at night, of course there were those few drunken fools running around like any town would have at the dead of night. Though I didn’t see any shady folk I kept my hand on my sword just in case. For now I’ll rest in my bed and wait till morning to investigate where Yuu could be. “She can’t be far, she just left today….” I think out loud as I slowly drift into a slumber.

I wake up to birds singing at my window, groaning as I get up. “I hate those annoying chirps!” I grab my small dagger from my bag and slam the window open in an attempt to rid the small bird from the area. The small green feathers of the bird are stained with its red blood, the small screeches fill my ears. I flick the bird off my blade, the bird falling to the ground twitching. I wipe my dagger with my handkerchief. “What a shame, such a pretty green. Yuu would have loved it.” I throw on my tunic. I wouldn’t want to draw attention to myself with my armor, it clearly had the symbol of the Bair Valley kingdom. 

Walking outside I look around at the people walking around. They all seemed quite cheery and excited. The streets were decorated and filled with singing and dancing people. Carts filled with food and crafted goods. I grab a man’s arm to stop him and ask him what’s going on. “You sir! What’s this festival for?” The man looks at me confused. “Don’t you know? It’s a festival for the prince and his soon to be wife!” I release the man’s arm in shock. The prince was forcing Yuu to marry him already! I have to move quickly! Before the man could say anything else I dash away.

 I make my way to the grand castle, many guards roaming the area. I examine the tall wall blocking entry. The bricks didn’t seem too difficult to climb. Putting my foot in one of the cracks I begin to climb the stone wall. Putting my hand on the top of the wall I hoist myself up over the wall. I look into the small garden beyond the wall. My feet hit the soft grass with a thump. Perhaps I should pick some flowers for my darling? I lean down and pluck a few lilies. “These will be a perfect surprise for Yuu” I mumble to myself as I sneak towards one of the windows to the castle. Peering into the window I don’t spot any servants or guards walking the halls. I push the window up and carefully climb inside. 

I creep up stairs and through hallways until I hear a familiar voice singing a small tune. “I’m coming, my love!” I whisper out to myself. I push the wooden door open silently so as not to be detected. There I finally see my Darling Yuu! I watch as she brushes her soft, long, black hair, gods I bet it smells delicious. I step forward. “Dear, is that you?” I hug her waist from behind. “Oh yes it is!” I squeak out happily, I’ve waited so long to hold her in my arms. I feel her freeze in my arms and I drop the lilies in concern. “Is everything okay, Darling?” I feel her push me away and my heart sinks. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!” She looks so angry but scared, what happened to make her feel this way? “What do you mean darling? I came to save you!” I step forward but stop when I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. I reach up and cradle the cheek. She had slapped me! Why would she slap me, her knight in shining armor! “Silver! Guards! Help! He followed us her-” Before she could continue screaming her head off I cover her mouth. “Stop yelling! They’re not here to save you, I am! Why can’t you understand I came here for you! I love you!” I tried but couldn’t hold back the tears from falling from my green eyes. Yuu started to fight against my grip. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go! I was meant to save you and you were meant to fall for me! Why can’t you get that! Just love me!” I feel my heart sink even more when Yuu’s bedroom door swings open revealing the man I despised. 

I let go of Yuu and push her on the bed so she wouldn’t get hurt. “Get away from her, she obviously doesn't want you here.” Silver glares at me. “No! She loves me and I love her!” I draw my dagger from my pocket. “I do not want to fight you, old friend. We can still get you the help you need…just further away.” I clench my fist at the idea Silver proposes. “I can’t leave her! I won’t go anywhere!” I swing my dagger at Silver but he dodges. He grabs my hand trying to disarm me but I use the opportunity to knock him into the floor. 

Though the dagger is knocked out of my hands I use them to choke him. “I can’t let you have her! I can’t, I can't, I can't!” My eyes widen as I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I look down to see blood dripping down my tunic, I look behind me to see Yuu holding my newly bloodied dagger. “D-darling, why?” My lips quiver as I let go of Silver and fall to the ground. “You were hurting him! I just-” My body starts to feel cold, everything seems to quiet now. I grab out to Yuu and smear my blood on her white dress as she falls to her knees. This isn’t such a bad ending for me, is it? I have my darling by my side as my life leaves my body. This is all I could have asked for when it came to my death. My vision starts to fade out. This is it for me, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you Darling. “Goodbye, Darling….” My body goes limp as my vision goes black. I can’t hear anything anymore, my body no longer has warmth. So is this love?

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Goodbye~! Drink lots of water and get lots of rest dear readers!

[dragonakito360]

Blessing

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Lyney x gn!reader

In which you ask the Harbinger, Arlecchino, for her blessing to marry Lyney, at the worst possible time.

CW: Nothing really. This is just a random funny scenario I thought of. Pretty ooc especially on Arlecchino's part, but I try. You are a traveller in this, but you aren't Lumine/Aether, if that makes sense? You're more like their companion.

This'll be half headcanons and half writing.

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Aether/Lumine (I'll let you decide which traveller you'd like) was tired and too injured to move, but luckily you had arrived in the nick of time, witnessing Arlecchino leave the area with the gnosis in hand.

"Take care of the traveller, Paimon. I'll handle things from here." You call as you made a dash into the next room, after the harbinger.

You find Arlecchino along with Lyney, who were both about to leave until you spoke, "Stop right there!"

They both turned around, a little confused. The knave was confused on who you were, while Lyney confused on why you were there.

And yet despite his better judgement and his "Father" watching, he couldn't help himself.

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"Mon amour!" He sang, waving to you as he called you by an affectionate nickname. You could've sworn you saw Arlecchino's eye twitch upon hearing that. Your boyfriend ran up to you, his radiant smile present on his face. Then again, isn't it always?

"Lyney? What are you doing here?" You asked as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"You see, I was helping father, and-"

"Wait, this is your adoptive father?" You pointed at Arlecchino, to clarify.

"Well, yes. Is there a problem, mon amour?"

You didn't answer, instead looking away and used the blade of your sword to fix yourself up. Since when was that hair out of place? And when did that smudge of dirt end up on your cheek? No matter, you did your best to look presentable. When you were finally satisfied, you put your sword away and approached Arlecchino.

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"It's nice to meet you ma'am, I'm your son's beloved."

'You're his what now?'

"I would like to ask for your blessing to marry Lyney."

Lyney let out an awkward laugh as he stood in front of you. He was nervous. Super nervous. Knowing his "Father" she might just strike you down right then and there.

"Mon amour, [Name], I don't think this is the time for that-"

Yet you wouldn't listen to reason. And why should you? You know the traveller will get the gnosis back in the end, no sweat. Might as well ask the question before The Knave returns to Snezhnaya and you miss your chance.

"You aren't after the gnosis?" Arlecchino finally spoke. She sounded... confused? Disappointed? Maybe both.

"I was, but this is more important." How is this more important?!

"And what makes you think I'll let you marry him?"

"I'm Teyvat's most eligible bachelorx."

Arlecchino sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Is she really dealing with this?

"... Fine. But if I hear any news that you harm Lyney. You're dead." With that, she left. And you're internally fist pumping at your victory.

Poor Lyney was in shock, unable to say anything for once. Just what did he witness?

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I hope you guys liked it, it's my first time posting any of my random writings. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and if it ended a bit abruptly, english isn't my first language and I wasn't really sure how to end it. Anyway, have a good day!

[seiko-e]

Hello seiko,

Wanna say that I truly enjoy your stories <3

May I request a Chuuya x reader.

Reader has a sound manipulation ability, I love the story to be mystery &thriller a bit of humor will top it :*

Nsfw also, but with a plot. Would probably be lovely if Chuuya denies his feelings for the reader for a long time. I love the enemy to lovers vibes.

I love a good plot twist a story that will leave me thinking about it for days.

Let me know if it interests you that would be great

Thank you sooo much ♥️♥️♥️

GREETINGS!! Hope you're having a good day, and thank you for this request, it was quite tricky but i had fun creating, im not quite sure if this is what you were expecting but i hope you also enjoy✨

You run as fast as you can, only to have your way blocked with a wall, unfortunately you've been a wanted person, not from the government but from the mafia, if only you have kept quiet and hid your ability, you wouldn't have got a bounty of 20,000

Mafias all over the city have been hunting you down for quite a while now, however, what hindrance you the most is the port mafia and its 5 feet and 2 inches tall dog

Unlike any other, he was the most difficult hunter you have encountered.

Speak of the devil..

"Well well well~ looks like the little elephant has nowhere else to go~, your cornered y/n"

"Says the 5 feet short dog"

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME SHORT!? WE HAVE THE SAME HEIGHT, PLUS IM NOT A DOG!!"

"oh yeah right, you're a puppy"

"AT LEAST PUPPIES ARE ADORABLE !"

"Yet can a puppy do this?"

You inhale and scream as you manipulate the sound waves of your voice to make it louder, enough to distract them and make your escape

"DAMN IT"

You then dash through a couple of obstacle courses, it always annoys you how the dog manages to catch up, and yup, he did catch up, but this time

Looks like he can definitely capture you.

You look back to see if hes still following you, it's been 10 minutes since you've still running, your legs feels like its going to break

And to put the cherry on top, your pathway was blocked....with a wall...again...you thought to yourself that you should really stop going in to random alleyways, you learned a lesson that not every alleyways is a path connect to the other side of the place

"NO WHERE....TO RUN!..“shouted by the dog gasping for air, however in a dash, he was able to caught you off guard, he kicks your feet, you fell to the ground, and he handcuffs your hands.

"Alright! You better not escape this time"

"WAIT WAIT, FINE, YOU CAUGHT ME, STILL, I HAVE SOME BUSINESS I NEED TO FINISH, PLS"

"oh~? Are you telling me that if this business of yours is finished, you'll turn yourself in?"

"AFFIRMATIVE"

"...." He sighed

"I'll help you with this business you're talking about, so that i can confirm for myself that you won't run"

"Approved!"

He lets go of your hands, then you explain to him the case of a very dear friend of yours, a week ago, your friend was stated to have died from suixide, you fail to believe such words, as far as you know this friend, she never have such negative thoughts, and would always rant to you whenever her day is bad, and especially

The lucid Dreams of her dead body talking to you, asking for help and wishes for you to serve her justice....

"Alright, lets go to the crime scene"

"Huh?, you believe me?"

"If this thing is finished, you'll turn yourself in so obviously i got no choice but to believe it"

"I see..."

At the apartment or the place where your Friend died, you went in and investigated the place, its very clean, like there where no existence that someone even died here, there was no blood, they suspected that the cause of her death were pills, since its the only thing near her dead body

"Looks like your guess was correct princess elephant"

He shows you a long piece of fabric

"Given by how clean this place is, a responsible person obviously wouldn't "accidentally" put a cloth underneath the cabinet right?"

In which case, your friend really was murdered, with the long fabric as a weapon, you assume that your friend was chocked to death, which explains why there was no blood, the murderer used the pills to make it look like overdose

And of course, thia evendence isn't enough to make the police believe, you need to get the reason why she was murdered

"Keep looking there still might be clues that would explain her murder"

It took you till 7pm in searching for clues and yet you found non

"Damn it, I'm getting hungry, let's take a break and fill our stomachs"

"Yeah...lets do that"

The two of you went separate ways, he went to a nearby ramen on the other hand, you went to a nearby convenience store, while picking out something to eat, you wonder if you could even find clues, its been 5 hours and yet none

Suddenly the convince store lights went of

"Sorry everyone, seems like someone has been messing with the store power, i sincerely apologize" the convenience store cashier stated as she went to the back door.

It's been 2 minutes, the lights are still black

The other customers just left without purchasing what they where supposed to buy, only two customers left, you and a random woman, still picking on what to buy...

Tick tick tick

Something is near the window, it looked pointy but you can't clearly guess what is it—

something suddenly DASHES through the windows , breaking it up , when you went on to check the lady...

It was a pool of blood, her body was cut in half and what left is her torso, intestines clearly shown

"FucK."

You freaked out and went to check the store lady, only to finde the same thing

Your hurried to chuuyas destination, a sythe appeared...

A leg Also appeared and kicked the teke teke, chuuya then carried you as he moved back away from the urban legend creature

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THATTT!? I THOUGHT IT DOESN'T EXIST!!?"

The teke teke then dashed to the other side, probably annoyed by this dog's voice

"Damn it, listen I'm going to call someone, you better not get killed, we have a deal, you better stick to your words"

"i can assure you, im a woman with my word, so can you put me down now?"

You think you saw a slight Blush on his face before putting you down and turns around to call someone

Unfortunately you got kidnapped (idk how either)

"OII! I GOT HER FIRST, DAMN ITTTT!!"

You open your eyes to see a classroom environment, your hands tied in a chair, looking around you remembered having a pocket knife in your pocket, somehow you managed to grab you pocket knife and free yourself from the chair, with your ability, you listen to the sound waves and hear footsteps in the ground floor, random whispers in the air, and a certain sound you can't recognize.

You went outside the classroom and started your journey in finding your escape. walking around you finally found the stairs, before going down, you hesitate and listen to where the sound of foot steps is going, once the path is safe, you went down and realized that the front door is locked, you need to find the key, so you went back upstairs and search for the key, some of the rooms are also locked so you went for searching the locked rooms key, basically you just run and walked back and forth, when suddenly you found an information that intrigued you the most,

this was the school your dear friend used to attend...

You got knocked out...

Found yourself tied onto a chair again and a guy pointing a knife at you

"good evening or good night, or morning?, either way it's 12:00, if only you stayed out of it, i would have spared you however, you choose to meddle in anyways"

A sudden realization then came into you, the guy in front, is your dear friend Hana's boyfriend, haru.....

"you must have lots of questions in your head, worry not, I'll tell you everything"

"Hana, was a sacrifice"

"we met in high school, she was very kind, so i thought, maybe she's a perfect sacrifice, and my guess was right, unfortunately i was able to have an ability to summon every urban legend i want, however, i have to sacrifice someone in exchange, my first summon was sadako, i sacrificed my mother and summoned her, next was the tall lady, my grandmother in exchange and finally, the current one, teke teke, hana in exchange"

"Peace?, how boring, life is worthless without having a little hazard, any more questions?"

"Yes, what are you going to do to me"

"hmm, since you asked respectfully, what is your favorite urba—“

CLASSHH

"?!?!"

Haru was kicked in the face , windows broken, chuuya beating the shit up on haru, you hear many more footsteps outside, they were the footsteps of port mafia executives

"WOOO, TAKE THAT BASTARD, I CAUGHT THIS ELEPHANT FIRST! OBVIOUSLY I WON'T LET YOU STEAL AWAY MY CATCH"

"aaaawww~~ nakahara chuyaa is being possessive towards a gorgeous beauty?"

A man in a brown coat cuts the ropes and holds your left hand with his, while his left knee on the ground

"ahh~~ such soft hands, what kind of monster would dare to hurt such precious, lovely fingers~"

He kisses you hand

"your fingers smell as beautiful as blossoms"

"HIYAAA!"

The brown coat guy got kicked...

"BACK OFF MACKEREL! THIS IS MY CATCH"

"i remember how you said you'll find me a woman who's willing to commit double suicide, was that just a lie chuuya?🥺"

"I DID SAY THAT BUT I NEVER SAID THIS WAS THAT WOMAN! THIS WOMAN IS MINE AS A MATTER OF FACT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DIFFICULT THIS WOMAN IS TO CAPTURE!"

"Ohhhhhhh~~~ so she was that famous siren in the black market~, whaaa such a siren indeed, just by her looks i was already hypnotized~"

Chuuya kicked him again but unfortunately he was able to dodge all of his kicks

It took 2 minutes for them to stop bickering, the coat guy took haru to the ground floor with him, only you and chuuya where left

"the black market calls me siren however, you call me an elephant, why is that?im not even fat(no shame to chubby women alright, love ya dears)to begin with“

"but it's cuter than a siren, have you seen a baby elephant?"

"fine, I'll take that.."

He faces a different direction, trying not to have eye contact with you

"do you want me to call you "dear/love" instead?..."

You feel your cheeks burning up, you brain can't seem to think of an answer, heart beating fast like you just ran a marathon

He walked towards your direction and leaned his face close to yours, both of your Faces are red, you looking like your heart is about to explode, him pouting

"you better give me an answer or else..."

"or else what?..."

He kissed you for a second

"still no answer?.."

You shook your head, flustered, you lost the ability to speak, as he starts to kiss you again and pulls back for 2 seconds this time

"since your not answering, I'll call you "panthera leo"

“Whats tha—"

He shoves his tongue inside your mouth and starts devouring it, he holds you tightly, as you wrap your arms around him, the time seems to stop , you can't breathe and try to pull away , however, he didn't let you and continues to massage your tough with his, exploring your mouth and taking his time

Finally he pulls away, both of you gasp for air, he then starts to devour your neck and collar bone next, biting hard enough to give you bruises as you moan and whine from the sweet sensation

"chuuuyaaaaa~~~"

"bitch—"

You and chuuya immediately stand up, chuuya helps you fix yourself

"I'll let you go this time, be sure to fulfill your promise and turn yourself in, tomorrow, I'll be waiting, the same alley where i captured you"

He stated before leaving you and goes confront dazai

The next day, the day you turn yourself in, he walks towards you like this

(i can't find the full video where he fell down) i also apologize if i had misspelled his name, or something of my typos, anyways hope you guys liked it✨

[eponymous-rose]

Had another RIDICULOUS fight in BG3 (major spoilers for Act 3!):

So there's my Tav, Shadowheart, Astarion and Karlach heading to the House of Grief. We get into a confrontation with Viconia DeVir, as you do, and suddenly there we are, somewhat underprepared (no elixirs, no dipped weapons), facing down an even 20 enemies on Tactician difficulty.

Okay. Okay. Shadowheart is isolated from the rest in the initiative order, so even though my fighter Tav and Karlach each whittle down one of the weaker enemies, the rest have ample time to bring Shadowheart down, again and again. I'm in a situation where I know that trying to keep her up is going to make things impossibly difficult, but I hate giving up the damage and healing (not to mention I really really want her to be conscious in case the game chucks me straight into a cutscene). I also don't want to Globe of Invulnerability this fight out of sheer cussedness.

Okay. Karlach and Astarion (tied at the top of the initiative order) are nearby, maybe they can get something set up? But oh, Shadowheart's gone down in a region of Darkness, so nothing can be thrown at her, including healing potions. I'm doing some complicated mental math with bonus actions and actions and trying to figure out how to get Shadowheart up, get some health into her, and get her out of the line of fire. My hail-Mary attempt to use Astarion to break concentration on the caster of Darkness fails, so I have to give up Shadowheart for dead (at least for now) and have Karlach leap over most of the enemies and flee up the stairs to at least force some of the enemies to waste their turn dashing up to follow her.

Shadowheart is immediately killed, and Astarion (exposed in his attempt to help Shadowheart) is unfortunately right behind her. Finger hovering over the "reload" button, I hesitate. Eighteen enemies remaining, just two very fighty girlfriends (Tav and Karlach) remaining alive. Wouldn't that be a cool story if it worked out?

Here we go. I have my Tav cast Haste on herself (she has it from some item or other - this version of Haste is 10 turns instead of the lesser amount you get with Potion of Speed, there's literally *no* downside!) and she starts wrecking shop. One turn: 3 dead. Another turn: another 3 dead. Meanwhile Karlach is whittling away at a few of the enemies up on the stairs, mostly just soaking up hits masterfully with the halved damage.

Uh-oh. Tav loses concentration on Haste (there's literally *one* downside!). From there, it's pretty quick - she's downed and killed within a turn, leaving Karlach alone at the top of the stairs. 10 enemies remain, most of them magic users with the ability to nullify healing, several of which are untouched with over 100 HP.

Uhhhhhh, okay. Let's try this. Karlach is wielding Nyrulna, which does more damage (as well as some extra damage in an AOE) if you throw it instead of using it in melee (it teleports back to her hand). She manages to throw it at a few of the enemies up close and pick off one, then jumps over one enemy, grabs another enemy, and throws that enemy at a third enemy. Just barbarian things, you know?

But things are starting to look rough. I have Karlach take a Potion of Speed at some point, mainly to do some running away from the enemies to force them to Dash on their turns, and I realize quickly that said Potion of Speed about to wear off, which means I will have one missed turn where I'm out of commission entirely and Karlach (who currently cannot heal herself due to a spell and will also lose her damage-halving Rage) will be dead.

Okay. Uh. What do I have in my inventory? Oh! Spell scrolls! Those might do some good, although I'll still be a sitting duck even after dealing some substantial damage. Or... wait, is that a Potion of Invisibility?

Karlach uses both of her actions to run to a side chamber, out of sight of the remaining ten enemies. She chugs that Potion of Invisibility.

The enemies all stare at each other. The enemies yell threats. The enemies do not come after her. Her next turn comes around, and she is immobilized by the lethargy at the end of the effects of the Potion of Speed, and her Rage drops. But she's still invisible! Another round of confused enemies yelling. And we're back!

The effect preventing her from healing is also gone, so I have her take a couple health potions over a couple more turns of invisibility. Now we're back to full HP, baby! Emboldened, but before going back to raging, she walks up to the Big Bad and uses a spell scroll to cast Disintegrate. 12% chance of killing her, 88% chance of 0 damage!

And... yeah, of course that didn't work. Not sure why I thought it would. Goodbye invisibility. Hello rage.

What ensues is a Yakety-Sax-worthy chase around the level, with Karlach sprinting a bit ahead, doubling back to throw the trident at a few enemies, then sprinting away. They're going to flank her, though, as she runs back towards the original staircase. Hey, there's a door here! She has juuuuust enough movement to pop inside. Hey, line-of-sight is a thing with most spells!

She closes the door behind her.

The enemies waste another turn just getting close enough to fling the door open, at which point Karlach has done some more healing and is ready for further violence. By this point more and more of the enemies have been dropping (including the Big Bad), and we're down to just five.

More kiting, more sprinting around, lots of jumps, strategic pushes, a few close calls, and Karlach is staring down the last 23 HP of her final enemy. Incredible. Amazing. A worthy feat.

.......wouldn't it be funny if I managed to rez all the other characters before finishing the fight?

Instead of dealing the finishing blow this poor Justiciar was doubtlessly expecting, Karlach cuts and runs back over to Shadowheart, pulling out a scroll of Revivify and bringing Shadowheart back as far from the remaining enemy as possible.

Shadowheart spawns in, baffled and at 1 HP. Shadowheart also is not currently in the initiative order. Shadowheart promptly heals herself to full and revivifies Tav, lying nearby, before both are pulled into the initiative order.

Karlach takes a hit from the remaining enemy, and then again when she pulls away to try to find Astarion. Yes, find Astarion. Our rogue has stealthed his dead body off the map. She fumbles around for a bit and finally just gets into melee with the last enemy and ends her turn. Amisra and Shadowheart are up, Amisra heals, and it takes a prod from @loquaciousquark for me to remember you can click on the character portraits along the side to target them directly. Shadowheart brings back Astarion and heals him!

Karlach, fire in her eyes, chases down the remaining Sharran and takes down the last little flicker of HP.

Final result: all 20 enemies killed, all 4 of my party members alive, conscious, and sitting at over half HP.

Exactly as planned.

[imperfectnothing]

POST ROUND 26 (TOV WIN) - おやすみ

Akane is dead.

In the wake of the tie, Akane decided to take fate into her own hands, such a inspired decision that it ended up with her shot and bleeding out over the floor, just after she shot her owner in front of the whole crowd. Of course, Tov smiled up on stage. She's been trained well enough to force her lips into form and keep them that way until the flashes of the camera stop. She can go through the motions with her eyes closed and her mind turned off. She's going to the semifinals. The semifinals of a fucking death competition.

It's unclear what exactly that says about her other than that she's survived this far.

After everything, when she and Cassio get back to the apartment, Tov falls back into the good old practice of stalking down the halls as fast as she can and trying not to let her tunnel vision make her falter too much. Cassio said something to her but she didn't hear it, the noise in her head too loud, the reminder that she could be the one bleeding out on the floor next, that she's so easy to replace, that she is just another warm body waiting to be relieved of its lifeblood, all screaming in her ears.

It's hard to quite avoid every obstacle when she can't see anything outside of what's in front of her, her mind too focused on getting back to her room rather than dodging that one step that would send her careening to the floor if she didn't hop it at just the right moment or that coat rack that's really easy to crash into if you round the corner too sharply. She only barely clears said coat rack before she makes a mad dash for the door to her room, inputting the code with a shaky hand and darting inside. She only lets out the breath she has apparently been holding once the door hisses shut behind her.

Tov can't help the way her shoulders begin to tremble, her hands quivering even when she knits them together, interlocking the fingers in an effort to increase structural integrity. In the end, all that does is make her hands shake more, her whole arms quaking underneath the weight of her body suddenly drained of adrenaline and direction. She takes a staggering step forwards, another, and she crumples as her legs give out from under her. Luckily enough, she's caught by the forearms, prevented from tumbling to the floor and pulled upwards, held standing by these mysterious, pale hands. Looking up to find her savior, she is even more shocked by who she sees than she was to be caught at all.

"Nyx?" She croaks, her voice hoarse from singing and holding back tears. Nyx smiles at her, the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he nods, backlit by the moon.

"That's me," he answers and Tov can't help but slump forwards, hitting her forehead against his chest in an attempt to show her indignation at his presence here but she's too tired to keep up appearances for long, seeking out comfort in his warmth. He chuckles and bundles her up into a makeshift hug, carrying her further into her rooms. Nyx sits down on the bed and shifts to set her down but Tov wraps her arms around his neck and clings to him, unable to hold back her desire for human contact when she's shaking from emotional hypothermia. Nyx hums, resting his head on top of hers and pressing soothing circles into her back, bringing her in closer.

"What're you doing here, you idiot?" Tov asks, hoping that the wetness in her voice is hidden by the way her words are muffled into Nyx's neck. Nyx sighs, probably rolling his eyes, too.

"Do you want me to leave?" He retorts and Tov immediately tightens her hold on him. He laughs, and Tov can practically hear the smirk in his voice. "I'll take that as a no, then."

"Obviously," Tov grumbles. "But, really, what are you doing here?" She asks, leaning back and looking up to Nyx's face, swallowing down her tears even as they dribble down her face. She doesn't even know when she started crying but it doesn't really matter, does it? It's already started to happen, might as well roll with it. Nyx makes a face, something between a grimace and a pursing of the lips.

"I'm here to check in on you," he answers, glancing down to meet her eyes with a sheepish smile.

"What, were you worried?" Tov scoffs with a roll of her eyes, half legitimately incredulous and half sarcastic on instinct. Hurt flashes in nephrite eyes, a muscle in the jaw twitching beneath the skin.

"Yes! I was," Nyx snaps, frown consuming his smile in the blink of an eye. "I didn't want you to think I left you." I didn't want you to think that I would just leave you, goes unsaid. Tov sighs and rests her brow against Nyx's collarbone.

"I understood," she murmurs, thinking back to those dark nights, spent all alone. "It didn't even cross my mind." Himei dying, shot down with a desperate smile on her face. Lang, crashing to the earth, a shooting star finding its final resting place. The secrets, lies echoing in the halls of the compound, whispers winding themselves through the darkness. Her own cardiac event, ending up in the hospital, and then Wren telling her to keep her chin up. So much has happened, Tov had hardly the moment to spare a thought to Nyx. Not out of neglect or any contempt, but he wasn't someone she had to worry about so much, now. Tov's mind has been more fixed on trying to figure out the business with Tallis and recovering from her heart attack.

"I didn't want you to," Nyx tells her, his voice thick with emotion. Tov blinks and pulls back, meeting his eyes only to see tears welling up there. His cheeks are pink, his break hiccuping in his throat and Tov has half the mind to reach up and wipe the tears from his face but she waits, instead. "I wanted you to hate me, for dying. For breaking my promise to you and laughing when you told me to win."

". . . why?"

"It would be easier that way, y'know?" He sniffs and smiles, wry in the darkness. "It wouldn't hurt so much if you hated me, I thought. Besides, I've told so many lies. I never told you that Vera is still alive. I never told you that I saw Aurien get taken away by Solei. I never told you about my children. I don't even know, I have so many fucking secrets. Even still, you're the only one who knew about Cas and I trust you and I love you and I still didn't tell you. I felt awful for keeping it all from you."

"Tallis is still alive," Tov blurts, all of a sudden. Maybe there's something honest in the air, floating through the HVAC system. Maybe she's just been moved to fits of stupidity by Nyx's uncharacteristic show of emotion. Nyx stares at her for a long moment, his eyes widening. Then, he barks an incredulous laugh.

"Well, damn," he muses, running a hand through his hair. "I never would've- I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Ji Woo and Ryu joined up with Solei and Auri, I mean, anything is fuckin possible at this point, ain't it?"

"Seems that way," Tov replies, laughing along with him.

"Yeah, I," Nyx hesitates, pursing his lips for a moment before shrugging. "We can talk about this more, later. We're both tired."

"Later when?" Tov asks with a frown, skepticism dripping from two simple words. Nyx huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes.

"I have a little communicator for you, that way we can keep in touch," he says, smiling at her softly. "I'm gonna stay until you fall asleep, anyways. You should get ready for bed, yeah?" Tov blinks, considering for a moment. She is exhausted, it would make sense to go to sleep but Nyx is here, and shouldn't she try and stay awake for as long as can to keep him here longer? But there's not a time limit this time. He'll be here as long as she wants him to be.

It doesn't take too long for Tov to get dressed down and changed into her pajamas. She goes through her bathroom routine, putting her braids into a cap for sleeping and washing the makeup off of her face, brushing her teeth, the works, before she returns to Nyx. He's humming to himself idly and tapping on a little device, presumably the communicator(?), waiting for her to come back. He looks up when she arrives, smile immediately cresting on his face. He beckons her over, patting the bed. Tov rolls her eyes, laughing underneath her breath as she goes over to sit next to him.

Nestling under Nyx's arm, Tov lays down next to him and rests her head against his chest. He taps out a rhythm on her arm.

"Hands of time will wring my neck, every little moment spells regret," he starts to sing, the sound reverberating through his chest and Tov can hear it perfectly. "But I don't have to feel this way, as the voice inside my head, o-ya-su-mi." Sleep settles over Tov's body, sinking into her bones as she falls asleep to the sound of her brother's voice.

finally finished the nyx/tov piece where nyx visits tov and they get to talk!! tagging @ivanttakethis, @starry-skiez, @lookatmysillies, @apriciticreveries and @solei-eclipse because y'alls characters either feature prominently or they're mentioned <3

[phen397]

Sonic adventure 2 but told through notes I took while playing part2 electric Boogaloo

OK here we go again

Tails in the Chao garden is too cute

Love the way his tails sway and flop on the ground

Feed the children all the tubes

Only one though

He will be the most drugged up Chao at the races

OK

Time to leave

Sonic in jail

Amy from the sky

Have no fear Amy rose is here

How did she get that key card

"That black hedgehog"? Amy please come see me after class

Marry me if I tell?

Did sonic write the stuff in the walls

Nah he too dumb for all that math

Who built these ramps and loops in the middle of the ocean?

Guess gun did since their name is on everything

Thanks omachao I didn't know how to do a homing attack

Cuccked by a bot phasing put of existence

Can I just not hit ghost bot?

No omachao I haven't tried using the light dash I don't even have that yet

Oh hey light dash shoes

Go fast on rings

Lots of peacocks in this level

The seal is so cute look at him

Rocket time

Bigger rocket

I gotta ride it!?

Oh snap

To space baby

Oh God he jumped

Where did this stuff come from

Snowboard down tube to goal

Sonic seems to like taking panels off of gun's stuff

I am sure they aren't important

New gate in Chao space

The kindergarten

I am going to go get apple sauce and have a nap

Oh it seems to be empty

Little drawings of chaos on the walls

Wonder if these where drawn by fans

Chao bulletin board

What browser?

Different doors for things

Can't do anything cause I didn't bring a Chao

I am a teen just wandering around a kindergarten

Not weird at all

Let me talk to the principal

Lots to say

Now how do I get my Chao here?

Poor all the animals and tubes into one Chao

What could go wrong?

Maybe if I pick up a Chao and leave I can take him to the kindergarten

Nope

Next level time

In the forest

So far so good

Hi shadow I mean faker

Not even good enough to be my fake

"I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE WORDS" damn sonic let the man finish

Time to fight shadow

Did he just say he is the coolest?

Shit I fell

Wait for him to land after his attack then hit him

Do you even know who I am

Green forest

Yes

Yes it is

Close your mouth shadow please

Island gonna blow up

Soundtrack picking up for this epic race against death

Oh yea Amy and tails are here too I guess

8 minutes till boom

Epic vine swings

Love my naturally growing springs

Level done

More tubes for the child

Let's see how the child has grown

Race time

Mushroom forest this time round

Look at my child go

Not dead last so doing good

Ha some tripped

Cheer em on

3rd place thanks to a trip right at the end

Try again?!

So I need to win huh?

Fine I will be back

Island blowing up cutscene

Plane flies away

Pumpkin hill

Getting jiggy with it

Place feels haunted

Knuckles time

Shovel claws

I can dig now

I can dig up Graves

Ghosts not happy

This place feels familiar

How train why train?

Found all 3

Eggman psa

Creepy child

Eggman empire

Egg face in space

The ark

Laser beam

NOT THE MOON

24 hours

Gang saw it all

How did he get all that energy

Chaos emerald

Talis has one just cause

I am sure you saying something important tails but I can't hear you over the sound of your theme song blasting my eardrums out

Oh shoot the popo

Yes Amy you are an accomplis now

No backing out now

Ah yes mission Street

Right next to objective lane

If you hit side quest ally you went to far

Tails level

Gonna get so many tubes

Boosters

Fly high?

More like hover mid

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Thanks tails

More tubes for the child

All for now But next time I don't know maybe the child attends class or smth idfk

[reve-writes]

—dashing. | hades game zagreus x reader.

some fluffy friends-to-lovers.

STOOD IN FRONT OF THE ARCHWAY TOWARDS HIS BEDROOM WAS YOU, with your arms crossed over your chest and a frown not unlike the one his father usually gave him. Zagreus was still shaking the water from the River Styx out of his hair when he spotted you and halted dead in his tracks.

“The Prince returns,” you glowered at him.

“I was sent home,” said Zagreus. “Painfully. Might I add.”

He winced, recalling the gigantic bone hydra head falling on him. You pushed yourself off of the wall and approached him. Your hand grabbed his chin, turning his head left and right to check for injuries—in a less than gentle manner.

“Ow, __!” Zagreus protested.

“Are you hurt?”

He rolled his eyes, pulling away. “I died.”

“You deserved it. Were you planning to tell me at all, Zag? Or were you simply going to disappear off to the surface and leave me wondering?” You strode into his bedroom as if it was yours.

He followed close behind. “__, you know I would've told you.”

You sat on his bed. “You didn't.”

“Well, yeah. You weren't present at the house at that time,” he said, flipping onto his bed. A sigh escaped his lips when his back hit the mattress.

“You look horrible," you said, lying down on your stomach next to him. “Worse than usual.”

“I'm afraid your opinion is quite unpopular,” He said, smirking. “I'd like to think the prince-gone-rogue charm adds to the dashing looks I've always had.”

You threw a pillow at him. “It does not.”

“You recognise my dashing good looks, then?”

“Zag,” you sighed exasperatedly, propping yourself up on your eyebrow. “Be serious.”

“Of course,” Zagreus replied, turning sideways to look at you. The two of you share a look, before bursting into laughter simultaneously.

When the giggles died down, you looked at your best friend contemplatively. “Do you really have to go?”

He stared at the ridiculously high ceiling of his room, and without a moment of hesitation, he replied, “Yes. I have to find my mother.”

“Even if it kills you a dozen times?”

He hummed in affirmation.

“A hundred times?”

“Yes.”

“A thousand times?”

“I have all the time in the world to try, __. It's not as if I would rather waste away in Father's administrative office,” Zagreus replied resolutely.

“I don't want to see you die a thousand times, Zag,” you said, somber. After learning of Zagreus' escape attempts from Nyx, you had been an anxious mess. Every second he was out there, you worried, but you dreaded him waking out of Styx more. While he was immortal, Zagreus still bled. “I'll be accompanying you.”

Zagreus chuckled. “That's a front-seat ticket to watching me die a thousand times, __. I'd rather you not.”

“I worry,” you admitted. “No one escapes, Zag. Not without Lord Hades' permission.”

“I'll die trying.”

“As stubborn as ever, Zag.”

Having grown up together, running around the imposing halls of the House of Hades, you knew once Zagreus set his mind on something, there was no persuading him. He had grown over the years, but his eyes had the same twinkle—one where it seemed like he didn't ever take anything seriously. In a way, it was a good thing. The house had enough gloom without a stuck-up Prince.

“I fear I may have captivated you with my dashing looks,” said Zagreus with a lop-sided grin.

You blinked repeatedly, not realising that you had been staring at him. Perhaps there was something in the air, or Aphrodite somehow had her influence all the way down here. Instead of huffing and shoving him off the bed, you cupped his face with one hand.

“And if you have? Captivated me, that is.” You asked, your eyes trailing to his lips. Once, during a sparring session at the courtyard, you had accidentally bumped faces and kissed. The two of you didn't talk to each other for a week, simply feeling too awkward until he finally came to find you and acted like nothing happened.

“You should've told me sooner,” he said, leaning closer to you. Your heart was drumming in your ears. “You've always had my heart.”

You had barely processed his confession before he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. So, this was what it felt like, you thought, to be in love.

[ ].

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a short where Frank (The Legion/Dead by Daylight) pretends to be a fellow survivor in order to mess the newcomer (Darling)? (Maybe use the prompt 26 from your list?)

This actually makes sense due to The Legion DLC! Sure! Another yandere fic of mine where I explore the beginnings of the obsession instead of jumping to the middle of it.

Here's where I got my idea from and probably where the requester got it from too.

Yandere! Frank Morrison Prompt 26

"Look! We're bonding, just the two of us!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Manipulation, Deception, Sadism, Blood mention.

The realm can be so disorienting to newcomers. That's usually where the best prey come in. Survivors not yet used to their role in this realm....

Frank always found this the most enjoyable. He and his crew of misfits had mastered the art of deception in this game. Sure, they were killers...

But they played damn good survivors.

Frank never usually harbored feelings towards these survivors. Their whole purpose was to die at his hands. However, this first encounter was what hooked him for the remainder of his trials....

Keeping the disguise was easy. He simply had to pocket his mask and keep his face visible to you. You'd never know the difference, would you?

You were so gullible to his lies it was adorable. Once the trial started he had put off his hunt to find you. When in his sights he dashed to you, looking all frightened.

He had no knife or mask visible. With his clothing he looked very survivor-like, hood over his head. He looked like your typical delinquent who was dragged to this hell.

"You're new, yeah? Let's stay together. We have no idea where this killer is...."

You ate up his words.

You gave him a nervous smile and agreed. An expression he found cute... similar to unsuspecting prey. He grins back, excited to corner you.

Frank was not expecting to be so caught up with you. He feigned generators with you, just wanting to gain your trust. He just couldn't get enough of looking at you.

You looked attractive now... yet he wondered how atrractive you'd be covered in cuts. He wants to see you under him... begging for mercy. Frank wants you to know he's predator and you're prey.

Frank has always been good with hiding his intentions. When you expressed your fear of the pain you'd go through with being caught, he nearly laughed. Still, he pulled you closer and rubbed your back in a friendly gesture.

"Don't worry... you get used to it. Trust me. Stick with me and you'll live."

Frank's the embodiment of being a wolf in sheep's clothing. He gained your trust so easily. Even managing to make you laugh when "doing a generator".

"Look! We're bonding, just the two of us!"

He seems so light-hearted. You thought he'd make a great friend... looking so friendly and welcoming. Yet all games must come to an end.

Slipping away for just a moment when you weren't looking, Frank puts his mask on and unsheathes the knife from his pocket. By the time you turn around he's upon you. Your scream echoes through the trial like a reminder...

You're all prey in this game.

Frank breathes heavily from behind his mask. The knife hovers threateningly over your neck while he straddles your waist. You stare up at him like a cornered animal....

"You're way too trusting. Maybe that's why I like you apart from the cute expressions you make."

Frank leans forward, covering you with his stature. The way your heart pumped underneath him excited him. He then pulls down your shirt collar, knife not leaving your neck.

"Scared, aren't you? Feeling betrayed?" Frank teases, pressing the knife just below your neck. "Don't worry, I'll keep my promise to you."

"What promise...?"

"You said you were scared of the pain the killer would cause you, right?"

"...."

"Don't worry..." Frank murmurs, caressing your cheek and pulling away the knife. Blood drips down the sharp blade....

"I'll promise not to hurt you too much since you're so cute."

[lookbluesoup]

I've had a lot of people interacting with my post yesterday about wishing there was more fandom meta discussion and exploration of "missing moments" with... huge amounts of fear and insecurity.

And I get that it's hurtful to share stuff in a fandom space and potentially be met with silence. It's easy to feel drowned out or get overwhelmed in a big fandom. It's terrifying to be in an online space and potentially get harassed by assholes who think anyone who looks at canon differently from them are evil.

I have definitely left spaces before where one or both of those things were so prevalent that I didn't feel like it was worth it trying to be part of that community. Your feelings are valid, they're legitimate fears. But it really hurts my heart to see so many creative people be so afraid.

Based on what I've seen, I assume that many DO want a more interactive fandom experience, in spite of that anxiety.

I can't tell anyone what they should do. I can advise you that fear and insecurity usually come from the inside - from past hurts, and that understanding them and deciding you don't want to be afraid anymore, that you deserve a space and a voice, is an important step in being able to reach out and form healthy, genuine connections with people over the things that you love.

But you are the only one who can decide what's good for you. Maybe you need therapy, or a different fandom, or a different environment. Maybe you need to cut some toxic people out of your life. I'm a stranger on the internet and I'll never be able to answer that question for you.

In lieu of that, I'll share some tips that have generally helped me feel safe in fandom spaces even though I have sometimes have anxiety attacks just trying to talk to friends.

Block people. I am dead serious. This bit is extra long because of how serious I am. 1) You're deliberately putting your comfort first, and that's a good thing to practice and 2) You won't have to worry much about those people invading your space

You don't have to hate them, they don't have to be evil, you just have to decide this isn't someone who's opinions you want in your corner of fandom. If they keep posting way off base critique of your favorite character, or imply liking a ship/character is somehow evil, or are just generally negative and you feel worse after seeing their posts most of the time? Take care of yourself. Block them.

If you really don't like their takes, you can go into your settings and use the filter tool to hide posts that their username is mentioned in from your dash. You don't have to see them or deal with them. Ignorance is bliss.

This is not being mean, it's not being an asshole, it's not being insensitive.. It's telling yourself "My comfort matters." We're in a hobby space, here to enjoy ourselves. You can always unblock someone later if you want.

If someone sends you anon hate. Block anon. If you MUST reply to the ask to show your friends or get the last word in, screenshot it and post the screenshot to respond to. But click that menu beside the actual ask and block the shit out of that Anon. Afaik they'll be IP blocked, it will be much harder for them to send you additional hate. (Not impossible, but harder, and most will move on to easier targets.)

You are not "winning" by leaving them unblocked, you're not proving that you're brave or that they don't matter, you're just leaving yourself open to more abuse. Block anon hate.

Unfollow people if the content they put on your dash upsets you. You don't have to dislike them personally. You don't have to justify it. Being "mutuals" is often overemphasized on here. You can be friends, you can read their fics or send them asks and be supportive without having to see every single thing they share. Following is about curating your dash, not picking friends.

Don't post when you're angry. I know that person bashing your fav character is an idiot but do not vaguepost or call them out in a fit of rage. Take a step back, remember it's fandom and not the entire world. If the other person seems interested in discussion, you can have a good-faith talk about it, but don't go into it determined to change their mind. You're just exchanging information, and you're allowed to disagree. If they're only hating and clearly not interested in talking, then write something positive about your character instead, in your own post, and focus on maintaining a space with people who you actually like talking to.

Hopefully you're seeing that the above advice is about building a safe, manageable fandom corner for yourself, and feeling powerful enough to enforce it. That's important. You don't owe people online interaction.

Fandom acquaintances can certainly grow into strong friendships, but not everyone, or even MOST of the people in fandom, deserve to be your friend and all the social obligations that entails. It would be exhausting and stressful to do otherwise, and it's not practical.

Now for positive action!

Nurture a handful of good friendships. If you brought some to fandom with you, great. You're a book club now. Each other's main "support", who (hopefully) do genuinely enjoy talking together. Fandom at large might not always give you affirmation, but a few good friends who know you giving you that support will be much more meaningful and sincere.

Talk to people you like! Say nice things about their art, writing, or characters. Reblog from them. Show a genuine interest in talking to them and seeing their creations. I know it's scary, but if you're trying to make connections, you do have to reach out! Lots of us are scared and most of us don't hear that we matter to someone else often enough. Be the change you want to see. You may be surprised to find that opening a door allows others to come through it, too, and they'll often try to connect back.

Not everyone will reciprocate the interest, for a variety of reasons which won't usually be your fault. That's ok! If you like their stuff, keep supporting them because that's part of what keeps fandom alive, but look for friendship elsewhere. Even if it doesn't work out and you don't hit it off, you tried!

More people agree with your takes than you think. A lot of them might be scared, too, because going against fanon mainstream is intimidating. But you'll have a much harder time finding like-minded folks if you never share your takes/writing/art/etc for people to find. Putting your voice out there is an investment that might take some time to pay off, but if it makes one other person out there feel less alone and more validated, surely that's worth it?

You're allowed to change your mind. About characters, about people, about fandom, about yourself. You are not beholden forever to your first or second opinion about a topic.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: explaining to Derek your new recent family drama. Derek cannot believe it

"Eli if you dont hurry up right now! i'm leaving without you!"

Sitting at the island holding your cup of coffee listening to your husband threaten to abandon he's Son at home with you. you smiled screaming out "AND IF YOUR HERE YOU'LL BE HELPING ME CLEAN OUT THE BASEMENT!"

it was your day off and you planned to start doing a deep clean of every room in the house. you do it once a year. getting ride of things that hasn't been touched in a year, hasn't been used and help keep the house less cluttered. Derek was thankful to be stuck at work fixing a Car vs helping you. since he had super strength you made him carry all the heavier boxes.

Eli Dashed out of his room saying he was ready as Derek kissed you quickly goodbye before the boys left you to the madness that is Spring Cleaning.

One closet in the basment in, and you got a call from your grandparents about the Car they gave you in the summer.

your old Jeep finally had it. it was too experienced to Fix up, even with a great deal of having a Mechanic husband. that you decided to sell your Jeep for scraps. well, your Grandparents Heard from your Mom about you being without a Vehicle and they had a Car laying around on their farm so they gave it to you. you Figured your Husband could fix anything. so you agreed. and were thrilled to get a car that was Newer than your old Jeep it wasn't a Brand new car it was before 2015 but you were so thankful and appreciated the kind gesture.

you and Derek were told it was in "perfect" condition. which in your mind. meant it was in Perfect condition! but the moment you started the Car Derek heard a Funny sound and suggested he drive it. home and you take his truck. Derek didnt' want to cause trouble. your family had a hard time accepting him into the family. and after Five years together him and your family were finally in a good space and he didn't want to ruin it. So you took his truck.

Once Home he said you weren't driving that Car Not until he fixed it. the wheel was broken, the Seat broke, the Peddles were stiff, the aliment of the car was wrack, The Key Fob was broken.. but most importantly he was worried about your safety. you didn't think I was that bad since your grand parents said it was in "perfect" condition. Derek at that point seeing the doubt written all over your fact grabbed your shoulders giving you a reassurance squeeze.

"Babe I wouldn't even let Peter Drive this Car. it's a death trap- I'll fix it up. we can share the Truck for now"

the Shop was Busy. it was extremely busy so busy that Derke hasn't even had the time to bring the Car to the Shop to Fix. and having Only one vehicle working while you had work, he had work and having you drive Eli all around. it was exhausting. It was One day I desperately needed to go to the Store to buy milk. you were in the middle of making Cupcakes for a school function and needed milk, Derek too the car and you couldn't ask him to bring milk home cause he was working late. so you figured One little trip in your car wouldn't hurt.

well the Battery was Dead. you were warned before you got the keys that the back truck doesn't open with the "button' on the fob anymore and had to press a Level inside the Car to open the back trunk. NO problem! in theory.. the trunk didn't unhatch after you hit the level. After spending countless hours with Derek Figured. the Trunk level didn't pop it open because the Battery was Dead. so you would just jump star the Car, and get it opened No big deal!

WRONG-O! the battery for the Car is in the trunk... the back seat didn't fold down so you couldn't access the trunk that way. the Only way to access the Trunk was to press the level which didn't work because there was no battery left in the car to unhitch the Trunk. you tired putting the key in the back of the trunk door to see if you could manually unlock it that way but it was impossible!

After calling Malia to get you milk and to help with the Stupid Car. she got it enough power so you could open the trunk. then charge it. when Derek Finally had time to fix it. he realized Even more trouble. with the car. the Random. Kill switch bottom your grandpa got installed in the car, Which you had NO idea why anyone would want a kill switch in a car to Completely make the entire Car dead. Or how he used Duck tape to keep the pipe for the gas fumes up. with Duct tape and how he used Duct tape for the engine.. the Car ended up having Far more problems then your old Jeep. Derek could fix it. but ti would cost thousands. and even then. he had to order in a special piece that would fix having the kill switch option. And Derek figured it would Cost more to fix the car then what it was worth.

Derek being the supportive husband he is would have gone thru all that hassle to fix it up. and spend probably 3 months working on it every day after work. no complaints he knew how important your family was to you. and didn't want to rock the boat.

you However weren't willing to spend that much on the car. that you also learned was in a car accient that you weren't aware of. and that the inside of the Car Door.. was insulation Foam. in between the interier and the metal frame. to "pump out the dent" you were furious that your grandparents would dump this Car. a Car that was complete opposite of being in "perfect" condition onto you. clearly they just wanted it out of their yard and instead of paying the fee to get it removed. decided you could get it. since your husband is a mechanic. you didn't doubt Derek's abilities to fix the car. you knere he coudl fix anything. but the fact of the matter was.. you weren't willing to pay thousands for a old beat up car. that was in worst condition then your old car.

you went to your grandparents first before selling the car for scraps. offering them the chance to take the car back but they refused.

you happened to have found a retired man who had the exact same car years ago it was his wife's favorite car. and he wanted to fix it up as a surprise for her. you warned him all the issues but he said it was worth the time. so you sold it to him. and it was done.

Six months passed and now after cleanign the basement went out to work in the yard. it was Summer and you were sitting in the back yard having a drink after working in the yard all morning when your grandpa called.

"Hey do you have the number of the guy who you sold the car to?"

"maybe why?"

"Oh i left something inside the car and i wanted it back."

you knew personally there wasn't anything left in that car. you and Eli spent one Saturday cleaning it for the new owner and found a roll of electrical tape. when you said you cleaned out the car and found nothing. and he pushed back you should of realized that something was up... you found the guy's number and gave it to your grandpa. saying that whatever it was. even if it was in there and by chance you missed it. there wasn't a chance in Hell that the man still had it. but your grandpa was firm. and you didn't want to argue.

Less then an hour later a Police car drives up and parks in your laneway as you look up noticing it was Mr. Stilinksi . your best friends dad. you walked over whipping your hands from dirt on your pants as you smiled, "Hey mr Stilinksi... What did Eli do now?"

any time you see him it's for Eli. but he sighed heavily rubbing his face, "I'ts not- im here because of you.. did you sell a Kia 2016 Silver car to Albert Plant?"

you walked to the fench that sperated you as you spoke, "yea like months ago? why?"

"Y/n? where did you get that car from?"

"my grandparents. gave it to me in the summer- and I sold it Albert in October why?"

he sighed heavily as he spoke, 'Sorry Y/N. but i have to bring you in."

"What why?"

he softly turned you around as you heard the handcuffs Eli came home just at that time as he screamed what the fuck as you told him to get Derek to go to the police station." he quickly called his dad as you bickered with Mr. Stilinski as you were taken to the police car and drove away. being charged with grand thieft auto.

When Derek answered the call to Eli he didn't expect he's law-abiding Wife who doesn't even Jaywalk. to be arrested for grand theft auto. he said what loudly and banged his head on the truck he was right now rolled under. he cursed out.

"Dad what if she's charged and in is locked up for years? we can't survive without her.. your cooking sucks. and she's Y/n!"

Derek rolled out of under the truck he rubbed his forehead. Malia over heard the call as she asked what the fuck is happening. Derek spoke up.

"Eli- it's just a misunderstanding. you know your Mom- she Doesn't even tag the tags off the blankets cause it's a federal crime. this is just- Clearly the sheriff got the wrong person. i'll go and get her out and if not.. we will just break her out tonight and we run."

"you would do that?" Eli asked Derek could hear the strained voiced from his son that he has been crying.

"yea- cause lets face it i dont think either of us could survive without her anymore.'

Eli chuckled as Derek said he would go over and get Y/N and would be home soon. Once off the phone, Derek cursed out as he got up as Melia spoke up, "Keep me updated I'll finish up here." Derek thanked his cousin and ran off. getting to the police station to see you sitting at a table. across from an officer as Derek spoke, "She's not talking without a lawyer!"

looking up to See your husband. the moment he saw your eyes. he knew. you were furious. you were tensed up as the officer spoke, 'We aren't charging her- Sorry about this. Y/N."

you shook your head, "Not your fault.. it's my Dumb ass grandparents.. Can we GO!" there was no softness in your voice. Derek has only seen you this angry once. and that was when Scott decided to leave beacon hill abandoning a new werewolf. who was created by a wolf who was passing by. abandoning her. and he just left because he's last member of he's "pack" left. and he didn't want to stay in beacon hill anymore. So he left. you were furious you screamed him out on the phone, and then ended up going to the city and screamed at him in person calling him the worst 'True Alpha in history."

being a human you had no idea if that was true. but you were furious and you even ended up pouching a wall in frustration and you broke your hand. Derek ended up taking your pain away as he also took the kid in under his wind. and he broke away from Scott's pack.

The officer apologized again and you said it wasn't their fault again. and you stood up and grabbed Derek's hand and dragged him out.

getting into the truck you turned to see Derek as you spoke, "im going to need you to physically make sure I dont take the truck and Murder my damn grandpa."

"what the fuck is going on?"

you shook your head saying at home. you would explain. when you had a big BIG cup of kool-aid.. you wished it was some sort of liquor. with how furious you were. you could easily down a bottle of Vodka- well a tiny bottle. you dont' drink much . in your hand. getting home. Derek parked as you walked inside. to be bulldozed into a tight hug from Eli. as you hugged him tightly. kissing his head. once settled in the dining room. you took a big gulp of your drink as you spoke, "that car- that they gave us.. that piece of junk car?- remember i said yesterday they called looking for the new owners number cause they forgot something in the car?"

"Yea?" Derek stated as Eli spoke, 'what could be left in that car? we cleaned it for hours."

you nodded your head, 'I said the same thing.- well I gave them the number. cause maybe MAYBE I was wrong. and I didn't think anything weird about it- well they called Albert. and wanted him to Sell the car back to them dirt cheap like a few hundred dollars-Albert didn't and said it was he's and he spent thousands fixing it up.. then my grandpa told Him that he was sold the car illegally and he wanted his car back without hassle since I STOLE IT! from them and my inadpt husband who is- in my grandpa's words. "A incapable mechanic broke the car that badly when you were trying to fix just the steering wheel!"

"jesus," Eli called out as Derek held his palm under the table holding a fist.

you shook your head, 'So Naturally- Albert. who didn't want to give up the car- decided to call the police on Me. and said I sold him a Hot car. he wanted to deal with the police vs my grandfather.. While i was in the cells. Cause they Put me in a prison cell! My grandma. was on the phone with them. on her way to "handle the situation" told them. that I didn't steal anything it was a gift- and that her Dumb ass husband wanted the car back so they could take it on their camping trip they are going. and thought telling the man it was a stolen car would make him give it back.. at first they wanted to hear this from my grandpa- because he's the one in the report. but he refused to talk to the police because he was embarrassed! the ONLY reason I got out was because the car's last owner was my grandma. and she confirmed she gave it to me. and the car wasn't in good condition so she allowed me to sell it to Albert! It's Friday! if they didn't confess to their Bullshit! I would of been locked up till Monday when a judge could of saw me!"

there isn't many times that Derek or Eli are speechless. but listening to this. hearing it all laid out.. He was speechless.. you were finished your drink as you rubbed your face as you spoke, "She listened to him Lie about me being a mastermind thief- heard Albert say that he was calling the police. and then watched my grandpa just curse off being pissy about the car... Not Once did he think "oh what about Y/N!"

you finished your Kool-aid as you Really wished it was Rum. or sometihng that would calm your nevers.. Not Cherry Kool-aid.

"you should calm down- the baby.."

Eli commented as you sighed heavily rubbing your face. "yea- yea.. I " you were about to say you would go to the hot tub to relax. but you can't do that.. you had a list of things you can't do.. and you hated that.. you reached over grabbing Eli's hand. "pick something to order in.. I want a Milkshake." he nodded his head going up to the draw that had all the take out menus as Derek looked at you as you spoke, "we aren't naming the baby after either of them! they wont hear from me that Im pregnant. my dad can tell them- and we aren't Ever stepping foot on that property again! they are Dead to us!"

Derek didn't agree, he knew you would cool down in a few hours., the lastest Monday. it was after dinner. Eli went out with friends as you were flicking thru the channels on the tv. your Phone was blowing up. Derek took the calls. first from your mother, telling her you weren't in a good mindset to talk right now and just wanted to be left alone.

your grandfather called trying to spin the narrative in which Derek said that the police report filed on you Said it all. and that you weren't going to talk to him. he was less polite with him vs your mom.

then it was your grandma- in which. Derek was polite to say go fuck off. he talked to almost every family member on your side. before he gave up and turned off the phone.

you pulled him onto the sofa so you could snuggle him as you wrapped your arms around him as you spoke, "So instead of that big party we planned to have my entire family and yours over at the house to announce the pregnancy- I think we just have my parents and your family. and our friends. A Small gathering... and make it a No cell phone weekend. so my family doesn't Ruin it for us."

Derek nodded his head saying anything you wanted. you smiled brightly thanking him as you held him tightly. at least you could count on Derek to Not wrongfully accuse you of grand theft auto.

[broke-art]

Monkey King x reader (angst alert)

You you held the end of the bandages in your teeth as you reached for the scissors. A violent flinch racked your body as a crash sounded outside your door. You froze urging your ears to listen carefully for your father's footsteps.

Sure enough the drunken loud thumps headed your way. Panic roiled in your stomach and you leapt out of bed and raced to the door locking it. The knob clicked with his efforts to open the door and you backed away.

"Y/n... Open this door now." Your father ordered with a low voice.

You suddenly realized how bad that particular decision had been. He'd kill you for this. Unless... You looked out the window. You could do it. All you had to do was make it to flower fruit mountain.

Your friend wouldn't let him kill you. A slam on the door ripped you back to the present and urged a scream from you.

"I SAID OPEN THIS DOOR!" Your father roared.

Urgently you tossed what meager things you had in your school backpack after dumping out the school supplies and raced to the window.

The door behind you splintered and broke as you shoved the window open. Just then the door faltered and your father rushed at you.

You dove through the window and hit the pavement hard.

"That's it!" Your father yelled as you scrambled to your feet and took off in a run. "When I find you, you're as good as dead!"

Fear and panic pushed you to run faster. Then a motorcycle reeving spiked your fear throughout your gut. You dashed into an alleyway as your father followed you on his motorcycle.

He gained on what little lead you had earned with the window stunt. You barely escaped a grab he made for you by dashing through a small crevice which ripped off what bandages you had on your wounds. This caused them to bleed openly once again, but the adrenaline pushed you anyway.

The moment you got out of the crevice you climbed a fire escape and jumped from the close buildings but your could still hear your father's engine far too close to slow down.

Not long into your midnight escape you saw the beach and a terrible realization dawned. You had no boat, you would have to swim, then make it over the volcanic ring. You would never make it.

You leapt off a fire escape and headed to the beach. If you were fast enough, maybe you could swim far enough out that your father would give up. But just as you got close enough to wade into the water, your father caught your arm.

"Caught you! You little-"

"ENOUGH!" Monkey King yelled grabbing your father by the back of his collar and throwing him back.

"M-Monkey King!" You stammered as he stepped Infront of you protectively.

Your father stumbled to his feet with a shocked look.

And you saw Monkey King grind his teeth revealing his fangs.

"You are very lucky I have to take care of her first." He growled lowly. "I'll give you one chance to leave. Don't make the mistake of letting me see you again."

Your father backed away then ran rapidly.

Monkey King took in a deep breath then turned to you.

"Monkey King I- I-" You stammered trying to find the right words. But the only thing that came was the exhaustion and pain you had ignored. Tears brimmed in your eyes. "I'm sorry." You whimpered.

Monkey King grew a shocked and worried look. He pulled you against him cradling your head with a hand.

"Peaches, you have nothing to apologize for. I'm just glad you're ok." He hugged you tightly and you burst into sobs curling into his hold.

Monkey King allowed you to cry for a few minutes then glanced at your wounds.

"Ouch. Those look painful. C'mere." He lifted you bridal style and jumped on his cloud. He flew you all the way to flower fruit mountain then set you gently on his bed. "Wait here, and hold still." He instructed gently.

He took a cloth from a cupboard and dipped it in a bucket of water then walked back to you cleaning your wounds carefully.

As time passed, you found the silence uncomfortable so you decided to ask a question that had been bothering you.

"How did you find me? And how did you know I was in trouble in the first place?"

Monkey pulled up a stool and sat before applying a stinging ointment to your wounds.

You hissed but mostly tried to remain still as he spoke.

"Well, I heard your scream and I rushed over there. Then I used my eyes of truth to find you." He explained winding the bandages over your cuts and scrapes. "I actually found you before but uh, heh you're a pretty fast runner, Peaches." He winked up at you earning him a bright blush.

"Thank you for saving me." You mumbled staring at the bandages.

"You're welcome." Monkey responded with a grin. "So, looks like you're staying here for a while."

"What?!" You gasped. Your head snapped up.

"Yuuup." Monkey announced looking proud of himself. "I've decided. You're basically my prisoner until you heal entirely. No need to thank me."

"Thank you?!" You scoffed.

"You're welcome." Monkey King teased leaning close to you with a smirk. "Now, get some rest. Tomarrow you're starting training."

"What?!"

"Can't have that father of yours comin' back and hurting you while I'm busy. So we'd best teach you some skills of your own." Monkey King explained before grabbing some extra blankets. He glanced at your shocked and almost scared expression. "Aww c'mon kid. It won't be so bad. It'll be over before you know it-" He set the blankets down beside you. "Besides, I'll behave." He assured you with a wink. "Well mostly."

You blushed and burst into giggles.

"You flirt!"

Monkey King chuckled and walked out the door.

"Sleep well, kid. I'll be on the couch if you need anything."

You situated the bed and laid down as he shut the door. But the moment the portal closed his smile vanished.

"Now," He muttered "To take care of loose ends."

*Golly I hope this has enough angst for you all. I wanted to get your pulse pumping a bit. And some fluff in too. This was requested by Nayeli748444 I hope you enjoyed it!!*