#evil cackles are heard in the distance

[denaliwrites]

Horrible Things

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Summary: The Doctor notices you like to cuddle the crab plushie he got you, so he decides to get you another one. Sequel to Cute Things.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: The most horrifically realistic crab plushie ever.

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp

"You -- you get that thing away from me!" you whined as you backed up into one of the seats by the console. Carefully, but simultaneously in something of a panicked hurry, you crawled on top of it and perched precariously. All the while, you had a finger pointed menacingly at what the Doctor held in his hand.

"What?" he asked innocently. "What's wrong with it? I thought you'd like it!"

You wagged your finger at the object he held. "That is evil! Cursed. Possessed by the souls of every crab that's ever died by human hands."

"What?"

The barely contained laughter in just that one word only spurred you to press deeper into the seat. "You heard me, jackass. Now get it away!"

"Aw, but it's cute," he protested, turning the crab plush to look at him. "I rather thought you'd name it the CRABIS."

"The -- Doctor!" you whimpered. "It -- I'm sorry, but it's way too realistic to be cute! And where the fuck are its eyes!?"

He looked at the crab thoughtfully, turning it this way and that so as to examine it. "Huh. That's a good question," he admitted.

"Crabs have eyes," you said. "But that cursed crustacean has none!"

You could tell that the Doctor was having a great time with this. His lips kept twitching up in flashes of crooked smiles that he struggled to rein in.

"Eyes are the windows to the soul, yeah?" you asked.

"Sure," he agreed, his voice curious.

"Well, that thing doesn't have eyes -- and it looks soulless!"

"Hey, now," he said, managing to sound somewhat serious, "plenty of things don't have eyes but have plenty of soul --"

"But not that!" you protested. "That's some Chucky shit!"

"What--"

"That thing's gonna come alive in the middle of the night and kill me!"

"Now you're just being mean," the Doctor pouted, settling the crab neatly on the console. "Look at it. Harmless little thing. Cute."

You hissed, much like a cat, in the crab's direction before slinking off the seat and down the hall towards the bedrooms, also much like a cat.

You awoke that night to strange shuffling outside your door. Forgetting all about the events of earlier that day, you got up and opened it, expecting to see the Doctor. Instead, you were met with empty air.

You looked down the hall in both directions before shrugging and turning to close the door.

Just before you did, though, something caught your eye and you looked down.

Sitting just outside the entrance to your room was the little crab plush, and in one of its claws was a knife.

The scream that came out of you was loud enough to rattle the TARDIS. It echoed down the hall and the sound of the Doctor's jubilant laugh echoed back from somewhere to your left.

You picked up the crab and its knife and stared at it balefully. "I'm gonna kill him," you told it. "I'm gonna take this stupid knife and I'm gonna kill him with it." Though the crab didn't answer you, you suspected the Doctor heard you, based on the gleeful cackle you heard in the distance.

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Sunday meeting the Creation while (unknowingly) ascending to Aeonhood !!

A lil' something for y'all after my longlonglonglonggggggg disappearance :3

If the sinners couldn't be rid of by Their divine hand, then he shall do it himself. But his— her God pertains the notion of sparing the evil and giving them a chance to seek solace in THEIR thousand voices, or the ones of the Primaxus Deus.

Sunday wishes to see her vision one last time, to see with his own eyes if these sinners could truly turn back to the right path. He's done this before countless times before— but he wants to put this belief of hers to yet another run. Was it to reminisce on lost time, or run from his own sacred beliefs?

And yet still, he doesn't see nor hear the sounds of the battle, neither could he speak in this newfound space; all he can see was this shining path, a separating rift from the boundless luminescent seas it tore through.

He takes a cautious step forward and all of the nearby stars were already flocking towards his shoes with reverence, whispering things of the comprehensable mortal plane to the maddening knowledge of the divine. Some know of his current predicament, while some predict how his future would be another footnote in history, success or otherwise.

Time seems to slow here, atleast that was how Sunday saw it. His path was solid yet it made ripples with each step he took but, it never splashed water. He had half a mind to keep walking.

The stars do not have eyes— as if it would ever, yet he still feels as if he was being stalked, being followed by a presence. He wants to ask, yell out who it was, but his mouth was sealed shut. With no other choice does he continue walking. Faint cackles, and the sound of distorted heavenly choir whispers could be heard in the distance.

At last he sees something in the distance other than endless starry seas: a large, disembodied arm. Well, it looks that way anyways. The rest of the body looks to be shrouded in darkness.

Sunday got closer and closer to this arm when a sun suddenly rose up just ahead of his path. He can't help but feel familiar with this sun. The ones beside his feet tell him it's the one in his solar system of origin. But... he's seen and looked at countless stars upon the starry skies, how can he remember something that glowed hot and bright on the days when he was trying to keep survival closer with his sister?

The smaller beads of light beneath his legs gently pushed him towards the right direction, humming familiar tunes along the way.

Yet again, it was another long walk to his new destination. Sunday doesn't feel tired, if at all from walking all this way when he'd usually need a break by now. The stars provided decent entertainment along the way, luckily enough.

He carefully approaches this large hand, now as big as one of the walls in the Dewlight Pavilion. Memories of his death resurfaces in his mind. A small curse is stifled under his breath. No matter, he'll get rid of the concept of death in his promised dreamscape soon enough.

And just as he begins to tentatively sit on the beckoning heat of the hand, exactly as the stars excitedly encouraged him so, the space shook harshly and he falls. Sunday looks around in a panicked apprehension, which the beads of stars expressed as much if not more.

The large hand brushes along his figure in an almost comforting way, till it disappears after a few swipes. The stars dissipate as well in fear, leaving him in the neverending darkness.

He clutched his chest, almost in agony, a baffled look on his face when he tried to search for the warmth of the hand. Sunday hadn't asked them his question yet.

"So... Why does life slumber?..." He asks to the dark, not expecting answers. Machine parts clammer along his movements.

"Because... someday..."

"We will wake up from our dreams!"

And so does he, too wake up from his own slumber. And along with his shattered will, the stage beneath him crumbled and fell.

Sunday lets himself drop untowards the Golden Hour, reaching out to the world where he promised an impossible pledge to countless souls, unable to fly back where he wished due to his clipped wings.

The night is still... too short...

Arms cradle his figure and bringing it to a tight hug. This action brought him out of his stupor, embracing his sister in reflex.

He dipped his head low, imminent defeat having already been accepted. Yet again do memories flash his mind, but they were only about his 'dream.' What did it all mean?

"Brother..."

"The dream... is over."

[beastofburdenxo]

Songbird

Tommy becomes infatuated with an exact opposite of himself. Maybe there is something to this redemption thing after all.

tags: Violence, guns, mention of blood, religious themes, some fluff.

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Tommy Shelby never was one for religion, or God, any deity for that matter. But, seeing you that uneventful day did make him believe there were good things in the world. He never knew your name. He just knew your heavenly voice. You loved to sing, and any chance you had that is what you did. He was walking by your father’s store the first time he heard you. The window was open that warm day while you were stocking shelves. The beautiful sound hit his ears, immediately drawing his attention. Tommy stood flat against the building so you wouldn’t know he was eavesdropping. He closed his eyes with a smile as the sweet melody washed over him. Tommy knew then that you were his songbird.  

He watched you from afar to not scare you. Tommy learned that you were sweet and timid. You worked at your father’s store and was a regular church goer. He never bothered you. His reputation was well known, and he knew that you could do- and should deserve- better. His eye was always on you. Not in a bad way of course. Just watch to make sure you are okay. Burmingham was a rough place to be. Much too rough for the likes of you, but you survived just fine. Born and raised there to his surprise. The closest Tommy ever got to you was when he snuck into the church to hear you sing with the choir. He was hunched over in the back of course, not to draw attention.  

His eyes were only on you, his songbird. He ignored everyone else including Jesus. Tommy was there just for you. You were proof that good things happen and exist. A beacon of light in this dirty dreary town. He snuck out before church let out to not draw attention to himself. The feared devil of Small Heath in a church service is bad for business. One night you had choir practice run a little late, and Tommy was outside waiting for you to come out. Tommy always kept his distance but was always there just in case. There were lots of bad men in this town, Tommy would know. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if some evil man hurt you. The most innocent thing in his life.  

Finally, you exited the church and headed home, Tommy silently not far behind. You turned the corner as usual, and Tommy heard you cry out. He pulled out his gun from his coat and headed in your direction. Two men had grabbed you to do God knows what. They were smiling and cackling, happy with what they had caught. You tried to get away, but that just made them laugh more. Tears filled your eyes as two gunshots rang in the air. Immediately their hands were off you. You touched your face after something wet splashed onto it. Blood. Not your blood. Before you passed out, you saw bright blue eyes glowing at you in the moonlight.  

Tommy felt horrible. Not about the men. About scaring you so bad you fainted. And the blood that got on you. You were so close to the men when he shot them in the head that it couldn’t be helped. His poor songbird collapsed in fear. Tommy spit on the men before gently scooping you up in his arms. He must get you away from here before you wake up. You can’t see the crime scene he just made. The Garrison was just up the street, so he figured he would take you there and clean you up. You began to stir a few minutes into the trip. “Relax, love, I won’t drop you. Almost there.” You didn’t know what “where” was, but the voice was deep and relaxing, so you didn’t fight. Tommy kicked open The Garrison’s door and brought you inside. He set you gently on the bar and went to turn the lights on. “It’s alright love. It's over. Let me clean you up, yeah?” Tommy softly touched your face with a wet rag to get the blood off. “I’m sorry about the blood. You were standing awfully close to them. They won’t bother you or any other woman again I promise.” 

Any other time you would be afraid. You are in a bar for the first time ever alone with a strange man who may or may not have just hurt someone. But oddly enough you weren’t. He carried you to safety and cleaned you up. He certainly didn’t have to. “What did you do to those men earlier?” your voice comes out barely a whisper. “Don’t worry about it yeah? It's done and over with. You are safe now.” Out of the corner of your eye you see a gun sitting on the bar. You are not silly. You know what he did. "Murder is a mortal sin Mr.Shelby." Tommy, very surprised you knew who he was replied with raised eyebrows, "What those men would've done to you would have been worse than murder sweetheart. Where was your god back there huh?"  

You gave Tommy a smile that almost stopped his heart. "That's an easy one, Mr. Shelby. He was in the alley with us and He compelled you to save me." Tommy chuckled. "God used the devil of Small Heath, eh? I'm surprised he knows who I am." You sit up on the bar. "He knows everyone. He can work through anyone. I'll be praying for you Mr. Shelby. I see a goodness in you." Tommy helped you to your feet. "Call me Tommy, love. Well, if what you say is true, can we take you home?" You took Tommy's arm and he walked you home. It was a comfortable silence. Tommy wanted to take your hand, but decided that you have been through enough this evening. He strangely liked how full of faith you were. How you could have seen any possible good in him was beyond him. He always thought he was beyond redemption.  

You two finally made it to her door. Part of Tommy didn't want to let her go, but the other half knew it was for the best. "Well Tommy, this is me." you timidly state. "Will you tell your father what happened tonight?" Tommy asks, not wanting her father to pay him a visit. Even though he was the good guy for once. "No, probably not. I don't want him to worry more than he already does. But, thank you Tommy. For everything." With a small smile he takes your hand and softly kisses it. "Don't thank me love, thank your god yeah?" His songbird turns a pretty shade of pink at the affection. "I expect to see you this Sunday, Tommy. Regardless if you're hiding in the back or not."  

Tommy's eyes got big. "You knew I was there?" HIs songbird lets out a pretty chuckle almost as harmonic as her singing. "I know every face at the church Tommy. You stuck out like a sore thumb to me." Now it was Tommy's turn to get shy as he moves from one foot to the other. "Well i'll try I guess, love. But, no promises. I'll be there for you if I do go. I'm still not on speaking terms with your god." She goes to open the door. "That's alright, Tommy. He'll speak to you when he's ready. You'll be in my prayers tonight." Sunday comes around, and Tommy finds himself outside the church. Something about songbird noticing him last time he was here, made him uneasy. What was he doing? Is this God supposedly talking to him now? Tommy just felt compelled to see her again. With her knowing that is. His watches have still been going on, gun staying in the holster.  

With a sigh, Tommy sneaks in the church. In his usual back corner. His songbird in the front of the choir singing her heart out. He felt his eyes water, but didn't let the tears fall. What the hell is this? Tommy felt eyes on him, and before he could run, he noticed it was just his songbird. She smiled at him and continued to sing. Maybe she will be his saving grace after all. Maybe there is something to this redemption thing.

[artificial-transmutations]

The curse of the witches house

Ratko sighed. He really loved his job as a paramedic, but this was the third emergency call today, and he started to just feel tired. The first two calls were not so hard, though. One of them was nothing more than a car accident on the road nearby. And it didn't take long to find all wounded people at that one.

This time was different, though. It took him almost an hour to reach the location where the emergency happened. This wasn't because of traffic or distance, but rather due to the fact that it was in a remote and deserted building in a forest, which was not easy to find. "The witches house", people called it. No-one knew what they did there, but some said that something evil lurked behind those walls.

When he finally found the place, Ratko felt scared. It looked like a haunted house from the movies. It wasn't difficult to imagine that a witch was once living there. A broken window gave him access inside.

"Hello?" he shouted nervously. His voice sounded small in the dark empty room. But no answer came. "Is anyone here?!" he tried again. Great, he thought. Either it had been a prank call or the people needing help were unconscious - or worse. Maybe someone got hurt badly.

He entered the house and checked if anything seemed wrong. Nothing did until he came to the cellar. There, he smelled the strange smell of burned herbs. He saw a big table with several jars full of unknown ingredients. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked around some more in the room. Suddenly, he heard a noise from above, startling him badly. Instinctively backing off, Ratko accidentally knocked one of the old jars from the table, breaking it. Immediately, the smell of exotic herbs filled the air and Ratko briefly heard a ghostly echo, like the cackle of an old woman. Frightened, he shook his head and quickly left the cellar.

After searching the house, he concluded that it was probably a prank call. Frustrated, Ratko went home. It was early evening already and after eating dinner, went to watch some tv. Normally, Ratko would spend the evening reading or studying, but today, he didn't really feel like it. Searching for something that caught his attention, he finally settled on a socker game. Normally, Ratko didn't care for sports at all, but today it just felt right. He even went to get a can of beer from the fridge that was still left from his last birthday.

That wasn't even so bad, Ratko concluded, as he sat on his couch, sipping his beer and watching sports. The good part about socker, or sports in general, was that the players were usually pretty fit and good looking. Perhaps he should work out more himself, he mused, while he stuck his right hand into his pants almost automatically. He felt his cock chub up and began stroking it gently. Oh well, maybe tomorrow morning...

The next day was Saturday and Ratko woke up late in the morning on his couch, feeling lazy and relaxed. It took him a moment to recollect what happened yesterday, but the beer can on his floor and the cum stains in his uniform pants told him most of the story. After showering and cleaning up, he decided to go jogging instead of going to the library, which is what he usually did on Saturday mornings. He was surprised by himself about how fit he was. Running didn't really tire him much and his body was functioning like a well-oiled machine. But God was he horny. Every time he passed a somewhat attractive guy, he turned around and checked out their asses. Perhaps he should try to get laid again, it had been a while. The erection that grew in his running shorts was hard to hide. At first, he tried to stuff it down his leg, but it wouldn't stay there. So, he decided to just flaunt it and smiled at men looking at his bulge. At some point, somebody smiled back. He wasn't bad looking, so Ratko stopped and, after checking the other man out, addressed him unusually bluntly: "Hey man! Like what you see?" It wasn't like him to be so direct, but somehow, he found it difficult to formulate proper sentences today.

The stranger laughed and answered in kind: "Yes, I do."

"Good," Ratko replied confidently, "so let's take this somewhere private."

"Sure thing!" the young man said enthusiastically and grabbed Ratko's arm. They walked together through the park and when they reached a secluded corner where no one could hear them, Ratko pushed the stranger against a tree and kissed him passionately. It was only a few seconds before the two started making out hotly and groping each other.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Ratko groaned loudly as his hands explored the stranger's body. He loved the smooth skin and soft muscles underneath his fingers. His dick was throbbing like crazy now and it was getting harder and harder to keep control over it. With some force and not much finesse, Ratko flipped the guy around and pulled down his pants, exposing the strangers ass.

"Fuck me! Fuck my tight little hole!" the stranger moaned and lifted his buttocks up.

"I'm gonna do it, baby!" Ratko growled and pressed his cock against the guys asshole.

"Oh yes!" the man cried out, "fuck me hard!"

"Yeah!" Ratko grunted and shoved his cock inside the man's ass. He felt the heat of the stranger's body and smelled its sweat. The man's ass squeezed his cock tightly as he thrust forward with powerful strokes.

"Ohh yesss!" the stranger screamed out as he felt his ass being fucked hard. He couldn't believe how good it felt. His whole body trembled, and he felt his balls tightening. He knew he would soon cum if Ratko kept fucking him like this. He wanted to warn him, but his voice failed him. Instead, he just gasped loudly as he felt an orgasm rushing towards him. And then it hit him, and he exploded deep inside the stranger's ass. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. At the same time, the stranger moaned and creamed the front of his own pants.

Both men were panting, and Ratko couldn't believe that he just fucked a random guy out in the open. Somehow, though, it made him feel proud.

"Want one?" The stranger offered Ratko a cigarette. He wanted to reply that he didn't smoke, but then again, why not start now, he reasoned and took the cigarette.

"Thanks," he said and lit up. He took a long drag and looked at the man who was still holding his pants up. "We can do this again sometimes", Ratko offered, while already walking away.

Although he just finished a run and pounded a strangers ass, Ratko was still feeling full of energy, so he decided to go to the gym to lift some weights.

It was a long workout and after it, Ratko was feeling horny again. On the way home, he bought some packs of smokes and a six pack of beer. He lit a cigarette already on the way home and another when he arrived on his couch and cracked open a beer.

Parts of Ratko felt disgusted. He was a far way from the intellectual he had been before, and could only watch helplessly, as with each passing hour today, his thoughts had slowed down and his body had grown bigger, and he could do nothing to stop this curse.

The next day, when Ratko woke up and after he jerked off in the morning, he looked at himself in the mirror, while smoking another cig. Yeah, he looked good, Ratko decided with a dumb chuckle. Time to work out and then find another guy to sink his jock meat into.

[captain039]

PART 5 last part Big bear

Halsin x reader

Warnings: AOB, feelings, tav insert, Angst, abuse, truama, hurt/comfort,

Previous part <-

Leaving hadn’t been an option, even if you wanted to. The suppressors were wearing off just as quick as you took them. Your body felt like it was on fire, you couldn’t keep food or water down. Everyone’s scent was over powering especially a certain Druid’s. You felt like clawing your insides out, the gods truely hated you. You ignored Tav who had approached a few times with food, snacks and water. This would pass and you’d go to the woods, find a place to live out the rest of your days before you died alone and quietly.

Halsin hadn’t stopped pacing since this morning, he hadn't slept, his mind raced and his thoughts were scrambled. You pushed him away and he should respect your boundary’s, but you were in pain and he could ease it. He was too pent up from watching from afar, Tav had come to him a few times trying to offer kind words, but he shrugged them off without thought. He hadn’t meant to be rude and ignoring, but you were shaking on that stupid hay bale, you’d thrown up twice now and you didn’t drink or eat. His second nature was close to forcing you to accept his help, but he knew that wasn’t the way, that would end badly, you’d reject him even more and he’d cast himself out. He didn’t know your past, but it held you in a vice grip and you were drowning in it.

Nighttime finally came, you wanted a nice warm bath and maybe some strong alcohol or potion to knock you out. You felt to dizzy to stand up though.

“Told you, you needed me” you shot up this time, seeing the elder standing by your bed. You felt fear rush through your body as you shook your head.

“No, you’re dead!” You said and she cackled.

“I’m a witch! You’ll never kill me!” She yelled, but nobody else seemed to hear her.

“Hiding here like a coward, you should be spilling blood!” She hissed and you whimpered.

“You’re not real” you whispered shaking your head.

“Oh I am! You’ll never be free of me!” Her smile was evil, her laugh echoing in your ears as you cried out.

She was suddenly gone, your whole body shaking in terror and a worried alpha in front of you, holding your arms gently. You flinched from him, quickly looking around seeing the elder gone.

“Did you see her?” You asked and he frowned glancing around the barn.

“I saw no one, just heard your cry” he said carefully and you felt tears in your eyes, even in death she haunts you.

“She’s not dead” you said and he frowned, but it clicked.

“I killed her, I assure you” he said and you shook your head.

“She wants me back, I’ve had my freedom” you muttered, someone else held your fate once again.

“She’s not here” Halsin said and you growled.

“Why’re you here still!” You yelled.

“I’ve told you to leave me alone! I should’ve spilled your blood when I had the chance” you sneered.

You looked out your eyes, like you were inside your head, but not the one in control as you sneered at Halsin. You yelled and cried banging against invisible walls.

Hearing your cry had never ran so fast in his life, something put horrid fear in you, your stench of anxiety and fear filling his nose instantly. When you mention a she he thought back to the witch, was she tormenting you even in death? Your face seemed to glaze over and someone else’s eyes stared at him as you began yelling and threatened. He felt the sting he did, but he knew it wasn’t you, oak father, he needed to help you somehow. He held your arms gently, closing his eyes and letting his magic flow from him to you. You were still sneering and threatening him, but he ignored you, he didn’t care if you sliced him down, he’d hand you a blade if it made you happy.

You felt magic flow through you and suddenly your mind was your own. You heard a cry in the distance and watched Halsins face squint slightly before he opened his eyes.

“What did you do?” You asked quietly.

“Removed her, she somehow reached you in death, she won’t anymore” he said softly as tears returned to your eyes.

“I’m sorry” you said looking away feeling the ache return to your body. His scent filled your nose and your body shuddered slightly at the warmth it filled you. You breathed him in for a moment, the smell of leather and earth on him, the calmness of an alpha, the care of an alpha. You had closed your eyes as a few tears dropped, you were lost.

Halsin hesitated as he let you go and you didn’t blame him for wanting to leave, you just needed to lie down again. The alpha surprised you though when you were suddenly scooped up gently in large arms. He sat down on the hay bale, his back against the broken wall. You felt your muscles loose feelings like a rag doll. You shuffled a bit legs by his hips as you cried into his chest.

“I don’t know what to do” you sobbed as his one of his hands ran gently up and down your back.

“You overcome, you heal, it’ll take time though”he whispered as you sagged even more sensing his sadness.

“How?” You muttered.

“With help” he said softly.

“Who would want to help me after what I did?” You scoffed lightly.

“Me” he whispered arms going around your waist to hold you closer.

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[bvidzsoo]

Summer Lovin'

ᘓBoyfriend!Wooyoungᘓ

TW: nothing

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Another drabble while I'm on vacay because I'm literally dying if I don't write something and this is the best I can do while here (bruh imma eat up my long oneshots once I get home). This drabble...hurt me because I'm too single for this shit. Okay, bye, enjoy!

               You really needed this. This vacation. It finally felt like all of your hard work had been paid off as you swum around in the sea’s crystal-clear salty water, submerging underneath the warm waves as your hot body finally cooled off. The sun was rather harsh today, beaming down on the beach, scaring off people underneath their sun-umbrellas, unless they wished to look like a hot dog by the end of the day. This vacation has been long awaited by you and your friends, having thoroughly planned for it for months and months. Firstly, you had to decide on which country to visit, and to your luck your boyfriend was adamant on visiting Greece, secretly having your back as you really wanted to go there. Secondly, you had to find a house for five people in a village by the sea and thirdly, the most difficult one, was to preserve your money for the trip. You knew yourself; you’d spend almost all of your money on souvenirs like there was no tomorrow, having zero self-control when it came to gifts for your family, and of course, yourself. You just couldn’t help it, there was a certain charm to them, one which you wouldn’t find at home. As you emerged from underneath the water, having almost ran out of air, you heard your boyfriend’s loud laughter in the distance, probably fooling around with his best friends. It were the two of you, your own best friend, and his two other close friends. At first, you planned on taking your time and resting as much as you could, to sleep off the long road trip, however, your boyfriend found himself quite energetic the second day after your arrival and decided he wanted to go sightseeing. You weren’t too happy about it at the beginning, having been one of the drivers, but you couldn’t help it when he started whining and acting cute, trying to convince you to join him and Yunho. San and your best friend decided on staying back at the beach house, promising to cook something delicious for the five of you by the time you returned. You really wanted to sleep all day, but at last, you gave in to Wooyoung, giggling loudly as he suddenly jumped on top of you, peppering your face with kisses, making you whine as he got his saliva all over your face, on purpose. You chuckled at the memory as you turned around and floated on your back, unmoving, the salty water keeping you on the surface, floating around peacefully. Your peace didn’t last for long, however, as suddenly you heard loud and violent splashing around you, before suddenly you felt strong hands gripping your middle, pulling you underneath. You were lucky enough to take in a deep breath of air, knowing very well it was your mischievous boyfriend trying to piss you off, as the two of you quickly came to the surface, brushing your long, black hair out of your face. Wooyoung was already cackling like an evil witch, squinting his eyes as the salt pinched them, making you grin at him in amusement. Serves him right for not leaving you alone.

“You just couldn’t leave me alone, could you?” You teased, making Wooyoung raise his eyebrows as he swum towards you, only his eyes out of the water as he acted as if he were a shark. It made you laugh, even more, when he tried pinching your skin under water, acting as if he were about to eat you. You slapped his hands away and started splashing water at him, making him turn around quickly, shielding his eyes as he barely got the salty water out of them a few seconds ago.

“Stop!” He shrieked, making you splash water at him even more, laughing as he started running away aimlessly, almost crashing into a kid. You apologized to the little guy while laughing, running after Wooyoung, terrorizing him. It’s not like he didn’t terrorize you, it was usually him disturbing your peace of mind, but that wasn’t so surprising. He could be quite hyper and a dumbass at times, never failing to either make you laugh until your tummy hurt so much you could barely speak or either he pissed you off so hard that you didn’t speak to him for half an hour. You could keep your anger for longer, but Wooyoung would start peppering your face with kisses until you gave in with a roll of your eyes, pushing his head away and telling him that, ‘fine, you weren’t mad anymore’, making Wooyoung giggle to himself as he carried on with his previous activity.

“Seriously, stop that Y/N!” Wooyoung was screaming now, trying to fight back and splash you too, but failing as you were right behind him, basically water bombing him. You heard the laughter of your friends from the shore too, and when you looked back, Yunho was filming the two of you, your best friend, Arin, getting up from her spot as she took off her shorts.

“You disturbed my peace, now you pay!” You shouted at your boyfriend as you didn’t relent on your attack, his whining turning into fake crying, not affecting you at all as you were used to his shenanigans.

“Christ,” You heard your best friend’s voice behind you as she swum towards the two of you, “People would think a whale was dying by the sounds Wooyoung is making.”

You started cackling at the words of your best friend, your attention diverted from your boyfriend, finally letting him catch a breath as you playfully splashed some water at Arin. She gave you quite the convincing glare asking you to stop and you smiled sheepishly as Wooyoung finally shut up, coughing here and there, making you roll your eyes at his dramatic theatrics.

“Who convinced me of coming on vacation with two literal children definitely does not love me—”

“Hey!” You scoffed, successfully splashing Arin fully in the face, “You should thank me you’re here, you brat, stop complaining.”

“Thank God Yunho and San are here, or else I would literally go nuts after spending two weeks with just the two of you.” Wooyoung tsked as he joined you, giving your best friend a side eye, making Arin stick her tongue out at him before she submerged and swum away not too far, enjoying herself in the water.

“We’re not even that bad…” Wooyoung muttered to himself as you looked at him with a smile, finding his wet hair framing his face quite attractive. He let it grow out recently, at your request, and you couldn’t stop looking at him right now, taken by his beauty. You wondered, sometimes, how he got blessed with such good genes, his jawline sharper than your knives and his eyes brighter than your future. Cheesy, you knew.

“I know I’m pretty, beautiful, I’ll make sure to take a selfie for you once we get out—”

“Don’t you dare.” You gave him a pointed look, your gallery being already full of his selfies. He’d randomly steal your phone and spam your gallery with silly selfies, sometimes even setting them as your background, making you lose your mind when you’d notice. He was a menace to society, and your own personal clown. As you sighed at your boyfriend, he narrowed his eyes at you and before you could react, jumped towards you, squeezing your bodies together. You huffed at the sudden impact and allowed his arms to circle around your shoulders, your own holding his torso. Of course, you knew what was coming, the first kiss he pressed against your skin was on your left cheek, then on your jaw, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your brows, finally your forehead and just as you were about to sigh, his lips captured yours, warm and familiar. He tasted like salt from the water and as your lips meshed together, you couldn’t help but smile, oh so happy to be here with him, and your friends, of course. Wooyoung couldn’t help it but smile as well as you pulled away, cupping his cheek for a second before you pressed a soft kiss against the mole underneath his eye, making his cheeks flush red. No matter how many times you’d kiss his mole, he’d still blush, finding it endearing and so soft, loving. You loved that mole a lot, it complimented his handsome face well.

“Look at you blush.” You teased against his lips, grinning from ear to ear, making Wooyoung scoff as he lightly pinched your skin.

“I’m not blushing!” He quickly defended himself, “It’s the sun, beautiful, it’s reddening my cheeks.”

You hummed playfully, pressing a kiss against his lips, “Mhm, sure, love, whatever keeps your masculinity safe—”

“Hey!” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at you, lightly pushing you back. You chuckled and the two of you kissed again as you heard people approaching, definitely being your friends. You ruffled Wooyoung’s black hair as you pulled away and lowered yourself back into the water, watching Yunho and San as they raced towards the two of you, making Wooyoung laugh as he waved his hand at them. The two got to you at the same time, making San pout as he wanted to win, making you chuckle as you waved Arin over too, noticing the small ball Yunho was holding.

“We had to interrupt before you two lovebirds got too carried away.” Yunho said playfully, making you roll your eyes at him as Arin came to a stop between Yunho and San, grinning at Wooyoung as he tried splashing her. It didn’t last for long as Arin instantly reacted and kicked him underneath the water, making Wooyoung groan and hold onto you, his legs around your waist, pulling you slightly underneath, making you groan too. San chuckled and took the ball from Yunho, throwing it at Arin, interrupting the glaring match her and Wooyoung seemed to have started.

“Guys, let’s play!” San said with excitement, waving his arms in the air, motioning for Arin to throw it back at him. Wooyoung swiftly kissed your cheek before he finally released you and took his spot between you and Arin, being an asshole as he tried taking the ball from your best friend before she could throw it. Arin exclaimed in irritation and told him to stop, throwing the ball at Yunho, who caught it with ease and then aimed the ball at you, making you nod as you waited for him to throw it over.

            After playing for at least half an hour, you and Arin decided to get out of the water and dry up a bit before re-applying your SPF lotion, trying not to look like a crab by tonight, if possible. The boys decided to go dive for a bit before they would join you on the beach, so Arin and you set up your towels and laid them out on the sand, resting on them. You would lay on your back for fifteen minutes before you’d lay on your bellies for another fifteen minutes, drying but also tanning, careful not to get a heatstroke in the process as you placed your white hats over your heads. Arin and you giggled as you playfully teased each other, telling stories you had to catch up on yet, her giggling about San’s cute attempts at trying to spend more time with her lately. He was a sweet guy and since he was Wooyoung’s best friend you spent a lot of time together, genuinely liking his character and his attentive care for others. There were few people like San nowadays, and if your best friend was into him, you would only encourage it.

Your head rested against your forearms as you could feel the blazing hot sun against your skin, turning it red slowly, signaling that it was time you retreated into the shadows, where it was safe and a cool can of beer was waiting for you. Arin was giggling about something as she was reading on her phone and as you were about to ask her to tell you too about it, loud manly voices started approaching the two of you, San and Wooyoung arguing about something childish as Yunho kept laughing harder and harder, interrupting your tranquility.

“Why are you two arguing again?” Arin asked exasperated, sighing as she put her phone away.

“San says what we saw was a crab, and Wooyoung says that what we saw was a seahorse—”

“Wooyoung knows what a seahorse looks like?” Arin’s comment made you laugh hard as you pressed your forehead against your arm, your whole-body rocking with how hard you were laughing. Wooyoung didn’t appreciate the comment nor your reaction as he glared at the back of your head, however, you remained completely oblivious to it as you continued laying on your stomach, fifteen minutes having not been up yet.

“I do!” Your boyfriend fired back at Arin, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a little boy, “And those were seahorses, not crabs—”

“Woo, they were red!” San sounded tired as he interrupted his friend, making Yunho shake his head as he sat down on his towel, letting the sun dry his skin up as well.

“I think what we saw were just big rocks, guys, they weren’t even red so I don’t understand why you’re arguing still.” Yunho’s determined voice made the other two finally shut up and you giggled amused, lightly kicking the sand off your feet. However, since Wooyoung was around again, your peace wouldn’t last for any longer. You felt a few cold droplets of water on your back before a heavy body was pressing against yours, cold and wet, making you cry out. Wooyoung lay on top of you, nuzzling his head in the crock of your neck, making you whine as your body was overheated by the sun and his cold skin pressing against yours made you shiver. It felt actually nice, but you didn’t appreciate your own boyfriend crushing you.

“You’re heavy!” You whined, shaking your bottom, trying to get him off, but it made Wooyoung soften his body more, keeping you pinned down.

“Am not.” He muttered and lightly bit your shoulder, making you hiss at him as you tried nudging him with your elbow.

“Get off.” You muttered but Wooyoung just chuckled and whispered ‘no’, sighing into your nape.

“You’re warm and comfy, I’m not getting off, besides, I’m also drying.” Came his lame excuse.

“Yeah, you’re drying while crushing me, Wooyoung, despite your beliefs you’re not made of feather, love.” Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and you felt him shifting, his body finally lifting off of you. Your lungs weren’t getting crushed anymore, you could finally breathe normally. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you sat up, dusting off the sand from your legs as you could see Wooyoung fiddling with your bag, reaching for your phone. He gave you a quick glance as he unlocked it, catching your glare, but acted as if he saw nothing as he took up his signature pose, puckering his lips at the camera, almost giggling when he heard your loud groan. Yunho chuckled amusedly as he intruded in on the pictures, posing with Wooyoung, making you shake your head as you had expected more from him.

“Are you hungry?” San asked the group, rubbing his tummy lightly. Arin and you nodded as Yunho held up a thumb, Wooyoung too busy taking selfies with your phone.

“Let’s go eat!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, finally putting your phone away, grinning as he quickly stood, pulling Yunho’s arm to get him to stand as well. As you and Wooyoung made eye contact, he sent you a flying kiss, winking at you cheekily, making you chuckle. Seriously, he could be such a man-child sometimes.

Masterlist (divider)

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Pumpkin Carving

Tickletober 2024 - Day 2: Accident

Link to Art: Xiaoven Impact Dandelions - Xiao x Venti (xiaoven)

Summary: Venti and Xiao carve pumpkins for decorations and then tickles ensue. How? Read on to find out :)

A/N: Day 2 fic on Day 4 💀. Hope Tickletober is going well for you all! Not much else to say but hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1,007

Also on AO3!

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“It was an accident, I swear!”

Xiao stood there; his expression deadpan as pumpkin gunk dripped from his face while Venti was trying and failing miserably at not laughing at Xiao.

“I thought no one was there when I threw the pumpkin gunk away. I didn’t see you there, honest!”

“You know you dragged me here to carve pumpkins with you.”

“Oh, I did? Ehe~”

Venti did his signature chuckle, scratching the back of his head. Xiao wiped the rest of the gunk off and closed the distance between them, his eyes narrowing.

“Xiao, wait! I didn't mean to!” Venti squeaked, bracing his hands against his chiseled form.

“Hmm.”

Venti’s heart dropped, knowing his fate was sealed. Xiao only hummed in thought when he was ready to punish him. And throwing pumpkin gunk, accidentally if Venti may add, at him was the tipping point.

“XiaoXiao, c'mon it was an accident! Believe me! I didn't- Eep!”

Xiao trapped his hands in a vice grip, a devious smirk playing on his lips making Venti shiver.

“Ven, pet names aren't going to get you anywhere,” he whispered in his ear.

“Xiao,” Venti whined. “Don't do that. You know how it makes me feel.”

“Oh, I know,” Xiao deepened his voice and his whispers vibrated against Venti's ear making him squirm. “You deserve it for throwing pumpkin stuffing at me and even laughing.”

“I said I didn't mean it though! It was an accident!” Tingling sensations traveled down his neck making him involuntarily smile.

“Like I believe that.”

“Well, you should because I'm your bohohoy- nohohoho! Xiaohoho!”

Xiao started digging into his ribs, growling playfully.

“Boyfriend perks won’t save you either.”

“Plehehehase! Xiahahahao!”

Xiao wasn’t hearing any of it and squeezed the spot between his side and hips making him squeal.

“XIAHAHAHAO! Ihihi dihihidn’t dohOHO ihihit ohohon purpohose! It wahahas an acciDEHEHENT! EHEHAHAHAHA! Forgihihive mehehEHEHE! PLE- AHAHAHA!”

He giggled and yelped when Xiao alternated between pinching the two spots. He swayed his body as far away from Xiao as he could but those evil, wiggling fingers always found their way back to him.

“And why should I believe you this time, hmm? You have a long record of pranking and doing all sorts of shenanigans to all of us, especially me.”

A pout passed Xiao’s face before morphing into a smirk when he heard Venti let out a desperate shriek when he slipped his hand under his clothing.

“You’re juhuHUST EHEHEASY tohohoho MEHEHESS WIHIHITH!”

“And you dare say that while I have you like this, Ven?”

Xiao clawed at his ribs making Venti cackle, trying to curl inward to protect himself.

“GAHAHAHA! XIAHAHAO! NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT!”

“Hmph, why not? You’re easy to tickle and make laugh,” Xiao remarked, not letting up and moving to his hips, massaging them.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE EIHIHITHER! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!”

“Too late for apologies, Ven. You sealed your fate with those words.”

He carried him over to the table they were working at, moving the tools and stuff before placing him on top of it and climbing on top of him. He wiggled his fingers at him, looking down with an evil grin. Venti gasped, a nervous smile making its way onto his face.

“Please, Xiao! Pleasepleaseplehehease! You knohow I can’t handle ihit!”

Giggles slipped through as he begged, holding Xiao’s hands in his grasp.

“Oh, is my boyfriend begging already~?” Xiao teased.

He effortlessly freed his hands from Venti’s grasp, letting his hands slide under Venti’s clothes once again making him giggle and whine.

“Xiahahao!” he cried out, grabbing a hold of his arm.

“Oh, that was an accident. My hands slipped,” Xiao snickered, vibrating his fingers across Venti’s belly and against his ribs.

“Thahat’s nohohot an accIHIHIDEHEHENT!”

Xiao rolled his eyes and began squeezing his sides and kneading his hips. Venti’s reaction was priceless.

“BWAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE! PLEHEHEASE XIAHAHAO!”

“Tell me what you did and maybe I will let up.”

“IHIHI THEHEHEREW THEHE PUHUMPKIN STUFF AHAHAT YOUHUHU OHOHON PURPOSE!”

He shrieked, throwing his head back when Xiao dug at the spot between his hips and sides.

“And why?”

“IHIHI JUST WAHAHANTED TOHOHO- AHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAVE FUHUHUN!”

“Hmm.”

“XIAHAHAO! PLEHEHEASE! I’M SOHOHOHORRIEHEHE! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO PLEHEHEASE! MY LOHOHOHVE! I’M BEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU! NAHAHAHAHA!”

Xiao softly smiled, slowing the tickles to a stop and kissing Venti on the nose.

“That wasn’t so hard was it~?”

Venti pouted.

“You owe me one on the lips XiaoXiao.”

He pulled Xiao in for a kiss on the lips where he wanted.

“That’s better,” he sighed after they pulled away.

“You rest. I’ll finish the pumpkin carvings then we can head back to the house.”

“Mhmm.”

Venti hummed in acknowledgment, feeling Xiao get off him. He closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds of Xiao working and eventually fell asleep.

Xiao looked over to a now snoring Venti and couldn’t help but admire him as his chest rose and fell and a small smile was on his face.

He finished his work a couple minutes later, teleporting the pumpkins into the house and teleporting back to pick up Venti. He picked him up bridal style, opting to walk back instead so he could continue to admire his love and give him kisses.

“I know it was an accident, Ven. I just wanted to see you laugh is all. I hope you can forgive me for being selfish,” Xiao whispered, starting the walk towards the house.

Venti curled into Xiao, woken up by being carried but ready to fall back asleep at any moment.

“You don’t need to ask forgiveness for that, XiaoXiao. (Yawn) I will give you anything you want and say something if I’m uncomfortable. It’s okay for you to be selfish with me. And I’ll always forgive you, no matter what.”

Before Xiao could respond, Venti was fast asleep again and Xiao fondly smiled at him.

“Oh Venti, what did I do to deserve you?” he massaged the back of his head and sighed.

“Thank you, Ven,” he kissed his lips and continued walking back, a warmth in his heart.

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Thank you for reading! :)

-Perz

~Risus Amoris~

[hearted-anon]

yk how sana write a how skz would wreck changbin thing? can you do one of your own 🥰

How skz would wreck changbin

Words: 3415

Notes: yay

T/w: restraints at seungmin and Jeongin, soft tickles are hyunjin and felix and the rest are rough

Lee: Changbin

Ler(s): Stray Kids

Bangchan:

“Binnie’s annoyed? Hmm?” Chan cooed as he separated himself from the melted pile of Aussie bro, who was too tired to even protest against it anyways. Changbin didn’t reply that little tease, the exhaustion of their long drive having brought his mood down to a negative level, Hyunjin settling for lightly rubbing his knuckles from their intertwined hands; the tallest loved long car rides unfortunately for him.

Chan frowned deeply when he noticed the lack of reply from the younger, watching the scowl that was imprinted on his face while Hyunjin tried to bring his spirits back up. Felix then leapt over to the leader’s ear, whispering a certain plan he had to make the annoyed and tired dwaekki happy again.

The unsuspecting rapper stared off into the blank distance, now what was Lee Know’s car doing that was taking them so long to arrive? Groaning, he was about to lay his head against Hyunjin when hands slipped into his armpits, kneading the already tense muscles firmly. Changbin squealed as cackles began to fall out of his mouth, immediately able to pinpoint whose firm and ruthless hands that was.

“CHAHAHAN! Q-QUHUHUIT IT!” Changbin squealed as the fingers were quick to scribble and scratch all over the sensitive skin of his underarms, shaking his head rapidly in an attempt to dispel the ticklish energy. His back arched, unable to do much in such a vulnerable position, not even able to push the leader away as the entire car seat blocked him. He pulled at his hands, only to be stuck as Hyunjin had his fingers around his, the comforting and frustrating embrace pinning him down effectively.

“Hm..you sure?” Chan taunted, worming his pesky fingers right back up Changbin’s armpits, giggling happily when he got a very shrill squeal of ticklish agony in return. Hyunjin’s heart melted at the sight, feeling slightly evil that he was the one practically restraining poor Changbin, but he could just feel the car’s mood lighten up, and that was enough for him to keep their fingers intertwined; much to the shorter’s dismay.

“YEAHAHAHA! N-NO MOHORE! NO MOREHAHA-!” The boisterous hysterics were cut off as he struggled for air, tears of mirth welling up in his eyes as his neck too began to bloom with a growing blush. The leader slowed his fingers steadily, eventually just rubbing Binnie’s chest in soothing circles while Hyunjin rubbed his back. The rapper melted into a small puddle of residual giggles, twitching every so often.

“Little Changbinnie is happier now~” Chan cooed, just in time as Minho banged on the window gently, smirking when he saw the blank look on Changbin’s face, clearly he knew something was up as the door almost instantly opened. The shorter’s eyes widened when he was met with the cat dad, who wasted no time in carrying him out and into their dorms after a long day out, becoming once again red in the face as the kind gesture; he loved being babied too much to ever ask for it to stop. The rest tagged along behind him, adding to his embarrassment as they pinched his pale red cheeks with soft smiles on their faces.

Little did he know how the rest of the day was about to go…

Lee Know:

Tossing him onto the bed, the cat loomed over the dwaekki menacingly as he flipped the younger over into the soft sheets. A grunt was heard as Changbin’s face hit the fluffy pillows of his bed, another groan when Minho plopped himself onto his knees comfortably. Nothing would’ve prepared him for the shriek he let out when blunt nails ran down the backs of his thighs, the gentle feeling tickling much more than it should’ve.

“Since you teased me at that time for having sensitive thighs, c’mon, tell me, which tickles more?” Minho purred, and it was then that Changbin realised exactly what he was in for; sending a shiver or two down his spine with a heavy breath. The squeal that rang throughout the condo was enough to shatter glasses, one hand grabbing the fat near his behind and kneading into it roughly while the other scribbled ever so gently onto the smooth skin of the back of his thigh.

“AHAHAHA! N-NOHOT THERE NAHAHAT THERE!” Changbin screamed out pleas of mercy faster than lightning as his upper body uselessly flailed around, unable to get the evil bunny off his knees, trapping his legs for endless suffering. Lee Know simply tutted in faux disappointment above him, snickering when the producer pounded his fists on the bed.

“That’s not the right answer…” The older hummed, faking being in deep thought before turning the rapper back over, he didn’t want him to suffocate through all the fun after all. Poor dwaekki had barely any time to breathe before nails yet again scribbled over the pant line of one of his thighs delicately, and the other received a massage-like kneading. The younger absolutely screamed, before howling with laughter as he pushed weakly at the bunny’s hands to no avail, cheeks heating up fairly rapidly.

“PFTTHAHAHAAH! G-GEHEHENTLE- GEHEHEHENTLE!” The producer yelled out in ticklish agony, eyes widening before crinkling into adorable crescents with a pearly white smile spread from ear to ear, ears beginning to get their fair share of blush. Minho smirked at the admission, before gently scribbling all of his nails onto the tops of his thighs ever so tenderly, earning another scream that shook the entire bed. Seeing that maybe the poor guy couldn’t take it anymore, trembling and shaking quietly on the bed with tiny beads of tears in the crevice of his eyes, the bunny let up, not without a tiny raspberry on the stomach to make him squirm helplessly with silent hysterics.

“So cute~ Baby bunny can’t handle it, gentle hm?” Lee Know snickered, pulling the tired rapper into his arms before wiping away at the tears of laughter that were threatening to fall. Despite his giggles dying down with heavy breaths, Changbin found his neck too, was red with flush. It wasn’t fair, how did he know exactly how to make him a mess?

“Ahaha…s-so cruehehehel..” The soft pant came from the little spoon, before quietening down with soft snores, completely worn out by the two hyungs who had torn him down to absolutely pieces without an ounce of mercy, purring when a hand entangled into his scalp and scratched, massaged and threaded through it calmly.

Maybe he was becoming more like his older bunny.,.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin could practically squeal as he walked into the older’s room, black curly hair covering over his eyes with a blanket that was practically falling off his body. His chest rose with every deep breath he took, fingers curled around the pillow tenderly where a missing Minho was supposed to be; lips parted to exhale calmly. The sight made the artist melt, wanting to capture the moment in his heart forever before laying down beside the sleeping bunny, he was so tiny!

“Wake up, binnie ah~” Hyunjin whispered into Changbin’s ear, wrapping long arms around the warm and very much huggable torso; maybe more of indulging in the warmth that followed instead of actually waking the older up. Sensing a presence that had come to encircle him, the dwaekki nuzzled his head into Hyunjin’s chest, making his heart want to explode from the feeling; he was sure he was meant to be older than this man.

“Five more minutes- wahahahait!” The older squeaked when nails skittered along his sides, gently squeezing and pinching up the smooth skin as giggles poured from his mouth. Laughter came out in soft and breathless bursts, Changbin hiccuping whenever Hyunjin would trail towards his stomach, just to pull away; it was too early for this…

“Wait for what? Wait for you to giggle so cutely, hm?” The ferret cooed, basking in the way the dwaekki’s cheeks heated up rapidly from his little compliment. His hands roamed under his shirt, onto Changbin’s stomach where he scratched, poked and kneaded the skin with a soft smile, chin resting atop Binnie’s head like he had found a soft patch of grass to relax it.

“Noho- N-Not cuhuhute!” Changbin hiccuped, squirming like a fish out of water when hands went for his stomach, having put on more weight after the recent ‘promise’ in the skz code with a threat from a certain chick. The well kept nails were driving him absolutely insane, but couldn’t do anything about it in his exhaustion from Minho’s antics.

“Yes cute~ Tell me you’re cute.” Hyunjin demanded, placing his nose underneath the older’s ear before nuzzling and rubbing against it, earning panicked giggles and frequent squeaks. The rapper melted into a puddle of soft laughter, heart swelling at how gentle the dancer was towards him, it just genuinely meant he could never take what he dished out to others.

“I-I’m cuhuhute! P-Plehehease!” The dwaekki whined, taking in deep breaths when the delicate touches came to a stop, squealing loudly when Hyunjin blew into his ear as one last assurance he had gotten what he wanted. His ears to his neck were a deep shade of red, making the ferret crawl over just to coo at the adorable sight through the short breaths he was taking for a break.

Maybe he should fall asleep near Hyunjin more often…

Han Jisung:

“Hyung~ I want attention~” Jisung whined in an exaggerated high pitched voice, tugging on the older’s sleeve while he found the beats to some new tracks they were planning to release soon. Han had been feeling particularly bored that day, having disturbed almost every member in the dorms, having cleaned up his already spotless room and even watched three seasons of anime! Even so, nothing could quell the desperate need to have someone at least pay attention to him.

“Not now, stop bothering me!” Changbin huffed, flinging off the younger’s arm with annoyance. Maybe he had been grumpy because a certain ferret had made his face so red that even now, it still had the cherry but pale red hue to it, but he had no intention of letting it out on the poor quokka. His eyes widened as he was shot off like a pest, whimpering like a kicked puppy before curling up on the couch sullenly.

“Hey, I’m sorry…” The rapper apologised before swirling his chair around to face the pouting ace, pausing the up-tone beats that contrasted the downcast aura that spreaded throughout the studio. Crawling over onto the plush couch, he pulled Jisung up like a fish bait that had been used up, laying the quokka’s head onto his lap. Staring up at the older with glistening eyes, Han immediately jumped at the affection he was craving for, snuggling his head onto the pillow-like thigh.

“S-Stop that!” The younger’s head snapped up at the strain in the dwaekki’s voice, watching his cheeks begin to bloom a pale red. Curiosity grabbing onto him, he rubbed his stubble, where he refused to shave because he liked looking more manly for a change, against the older’s stomach. As expected, another squeal left the dwaekki’s mouth, before his teeth chomped onto his lower lip to prevent laughter from slipping out.

“Oh? I thought you were sorry? Now you’re pushing me away?” Jisung taunted, a knowing smirk on his face as he basked in his hyung’s weakness. What a little brat. Reluctantly, poor Binnie was forced to retract his hands, principals having him in a chokehold to keep to his word of not bothering whatever the mischievous kid was up to on his lap. Grabbing the chubby sides, he squeezed in a gentle rhythm, earning snorts and deep chuckles as Changbin struggled not to push the younger away.

“P-Plehehehease it reheheally tickles!” The rapper begged pleadingly, eyes beginning to crinkle from the giggles he was letting out. Unfortunately, it just caused Han to coo over him even more, compliments flowing from him like a rap beat that he could jam to, effectively reddening the shorter to be a live action tomato.

“Does it really? It really tickles? Then how about this?” The ace pretended to think for a moment, before slipping his head under the tank top and blowing a long raspberry, nuzzling his head into the soft and pudgy skin to rub that rough and very much intense stubble across the skin. The older screamed, immediately failing to stick to his morals as he pushed at the head under his thin tank top; news flash: it didn’t work, and never will.

“STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T I CAN’T!” Desperate begging was flung and bounced across the walls of the studio as the dwaekki struggled to keep himself composed, feeling much deja vu; why was he being tickled so much today? His stamina grew weaker with each raspberry, screaming and cackling his head off like he was going to die here.

“Okay, you overdramatic baby.” Jisung snickered while leaving the tummy alone, even though he would’ve much preferred to wreck it till it was a pale pink. But he knew that this was already his fourth wrecking, Changbin’s energy quickly deflating like a balloon much to his both horror and satisfaction.

“Aha…s-so ticklish..” Changbin panted, wiping off his sweat like he had just ran three marathons in a row, chest heaving in and out with soft breaths.

“Cutie, let’s get to practise hyung, don’t wanna be late~!”

Lee Felix:

Practice had gone by in a flash, and before the rapper knew it, he was on the ground, face flat as he tried to even catch his breath; he’d have to beg the entertainment for a break later. A small grunt came from him when a blonde chick laid himself atop the dwaekki, staring up at what he came to know as the Felix species. Very cute but deadly was written all over that angelic face.

“Hyung! Are you tired? Need some water? I can help with a massage~” Changbin barely had a fraction of a second to react before hands were on his back, kneading the knots out in soothing circles. Flattening himself like a pancake, the questions that bombarded him went in one ear and out the other, only groans and twitches of his aching body when Felix hit a sore spot.

“Mmh..s-so good…wahahaha!” All was going great till tiny fingers pinched at his spine, making him arch his back into the wooden floor. He could just feel the members’ eyes on him as he squirmed beneath the brownie boy, the whispered sweet words making him internally curse his group, was this planned or something.

“I know, my massages are great, relax~” Felix boasted, swiping a singular finger quickly up the older’s back to hear a squeak; he was going to bury his grave with Changbin’s laughter one day. Worst of all, the sensations that tingled through his spine felt so good, making him simply lay on the floor like a cat, rumbling with giggles like a purr.

“Lix! P-Plehehehease! Nohohot here!” The shorter tried his best to protest, but when the small fingers wormed his way onto his lower back, tracing circles and soft shapes, he knew he was sold. All thoughts of even trying to fight the Aussie flew out of the window, resorting to giggling freely in front of the members; who watched in awe, Felix simply had magic hands.

“So cute, can’t even fight me hm?” Felix’s breath brushed against Binnie’s ear as he whispered ever so softly, earning a snort from underneath the brownie boy. Once what was the strongest in Stray Kids now was a puddle under the younger, reduced to heaps of giggles and hiccups in front of his members; how embarrassing…

“Our turn now!” Came the sudden shouts of the maknaes in the background, who had frowns practically pasted onto their faces. They had waited and plotted for hours, and Felix could have another time with his dear hyung. Snatching up Changbin like they were worker ants who had found food, they marched off into Jeongin’s room, leaving a tiny Changbin very flustered.

He was so getting it now…

Seungmin and Jeongin:

“We finally have you to ourselves, we have everything planned~” The duo chanted musically, like a ritual as they grabbed and tied Changbin’s hands above his head with a spare sweater from the youngest’s room. He was known for being a hoodie thief anyway. Poor Binnie could only watch with wide eyes and trembling arms as he was being prepared like a feast for the evil vocalists, who were grinning ever so innocently down at him.

“Wahahait wait plehehease!” Changbin felt like he had been begging the entire day by now, but never once was he granted mercy from the fingers of his members that dared to terrorise his poor body, poor, sensitive body. He shrieked in absolute shock when the maknae took his seat happily on his ankles, pulling at the hem of each sock softly. Panicked, he began to babble and beg, before squealing when his shirt was thrown up by the puppy; he was met with silence to his pleads.

“G-Guhuhuys please! I’ll do ahahahnything!” The oldest of the trio babbled, watching Seungmin take a seat on his hips while Jeongin teasingly took off his socks, exposing his bare soles to the cold air of his room. Nervous giggles and pleas fell from his lips as fingers wiggled over his underarms and his feet, filling him with a dreaded anticipation that made his heart pound.

And even when those fingers came down, the duo were quiet as a mouse.

“ARGHAHAHAHA! NO GUHUHUYS!” Came the crying squeal as nails scribbled up and down his arches quickly and delicately, along with another pair of hands kneaded into the hollows of his armpits, reducing him into a bout of hysterical laughter. Seungmin smirked as he stared into his flustered hyung, whereas Jeongin opted for giggling along with him.

“No, what? We’ve been waiting all day for this!” Seungmin chirped enthusiastically, smiling warmly when the bed frame creaked in agony from the sharp tugs.

“Don’t you love your maknaes? You want us to go away?” Jeongin chimed in, turning around for a brief moment to flash the oldest here his signature puppy eyes. Stupid guilt tripping, Binnie thought before falling back into boisterous cackles when the fox’s nails scraped right under his toes, earning another shrill yell of ticklish agony.

“NOHOHO MORE! GUHUHUYS P-PLEASE!” Changbin whined through booming laughter, grateful that it was confined to the room of the youngest. He felt himself vibrating onto the ticklish agony, unable to protect his ever so sensitive underarms from the puppy’s paws, and curling his feet wouldn’t work against the evil fox where they shared a sadistic pleasure for wrecking the big but soft boy.

“One last finale~” With that, the torture stopped for a moment, tears of mirth in the corners of the rapper’s eyes as he wheezed for air, body flinching automatically from the sensations that fried his brain. The vocalists gathered around his tummy, waiting until the blush that was practically imprinted onto his face to pale just a slight bit before blowing as hard as they could on the sides of his stomach, a hand each on his armpits and his thighs.

“OHOHO MY GAHAHA-! G-GUYS!” The words that the rapper spewed were barely coherent anymore, the scream he let out had the members rushing in almost in an instant. When they discovered the poor rapper with his legs and arms trembling from the fingers, stomach quivering in absolute joy and anguish from the laughter that had gone pin drop silent, they tore the vocalists off his bare waist, watching as his entire shirt collar was stained in tears just from two people blowing a singular raspberry.

It felt like a hundred hours in hell anyway to Binnie.

“Cutie~” Chan cooed, snuggling the dwaekki in a big cuddle as the rest untied his arms, settling for a group bundle of hugs for the worn out rapper. Twitching and scarcely clinging onto his consciousness to stay awake, a soft ‘thank you’ came from his mouth, a mere sign instead of an actual voice before he succumbed to his exhaustion, thankful for the absolute happiness he had gained for today; the rest of the members snuggling up to their favourite teddy bear.

Changbin was seen the next day cancelling his schedules for lack of voice and for ‘personal reasons’, refusing to elaborate when he got compliments on the blush he had on for the next few days.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Mist veiled eyes (platonic)

I personally adore both silent hill and resident evil. I know both fandoms make jokes about one another so i decided to make something off of it. Originally I was also gonna add a Jill route but this was getting too long to write (maybe another day but not now)

I put in some P.T references for fun and sadness at it never being released (I still mourn). Y/n in this isn’t quite human anymore. Not even they know what they are now after experiencing the town but they don’t question it

Sorry if this is cheesy (tbh both series have their cheesy moments despite being horror games) and that this came out so late. I’ve been busy lol

Content warning: death, blood, trauma, mention of cult stuff, monsters, the usual for resident evil and silent hill (what else do you expect lol)

You think you had once been excited to go to your dads old town

He was a stern man, one who had kept secrets from both you and your mom

Someone who had once guarded his past to his chest and mind

Never once cracking and spilling its contents despite the questions that you had once pestered him about

It felt nice at first that he was seemingly opening up

He’d always been distant with you

Never really showing you anything other than the basic necessity

But now he was seemingly opening up

Showing a part of himself to you

You opinion quickly changed though on the drive there

At some point in the drive your mom fell asleep while you listened to your Walkman

Eventually as you went to change tapes and there was no music blaring in your ears you heard the radio

For a solid minute it was static

Pure static that your father was listening to

But then you hear it morph

And in that static you begin to hear a voice more and more clearly

It’s male, a radio station host

The radio man was talking about a father who killed his wife and kids

What’s odd though is the man’s tone of voice and how much info he has on the murder

He talks about it in extreme detail that not even police would know about

In an intense silence your dad listened

Quietly you heard your dad mumble what seemed to be a sequence of numbers over and over again

In the distance of the dark night sky illuminated by the headlights is the sign

The place that would forever change you

Silent Hill

The gate to the place is closed off, chain link yet despite that your dad keeps driving

Plowing straight through it making your mom startle awake

There’s a heavy mist surrounding the car as he drives into the seemingly abandoned town

Mom is yelling at him asking what the fuck he was thinking

But all you can focus on is the crackle of the radio, it’s getting louder in your ears despite no one touching the dial

You reach to silence it

Yet as your finger barely grazed the knob the radio host stops his anti-government rant

“Don’t touch that dial now, we’re just getting started”

A shiver racks your spine

How did-

Before you can question anything else your moms scream echoes out in the car and you jolt back

Your dads attacking her

Instantly you move to help her but there’s only so much you can do against him before a deafening crack fills the car

The radio host cackles in a twisted tone

In a blind panic you throw open the car door and run

Your dad yells for you to “get your ass back in the car” and that “you must serve your purpose!”

It’s confusing and your mind is spinning

You run into the fog despite the fact you can’t see 3 feet in front of you

It stays like that for who knows how long until you finally find and unlocked shop

It’s abandoned as hell but you find momentary relief flood you as you sit down on dirty tiles and cry

You cry and cry till your eyes are red and you can’t cry anymore

Eventually you look around the old store, it seemed to be a laundromat

Hesitantly you get up, shivering from either the cold or silence you don’t know

But then you that silence is broken when on a laundry machine a small radio comes to life

A chilling static noise ringing as you hear something else in the nearby pitch black doorway

Immediately you hunch down to hide behind the machines

Peaking out to see something entering

Not someone

That wasn’t human

Tears line your eyes once more as your hand clasps over your mouth

Frantic eyes look for an escape but all options would lead it to noticing you

And then your eyes land on something

Close enough in range for you to grab is an old pipe

Long enough where you aren’t too close and study enough to hurt whatever that thing was

Your hand reaches as you hear its footsteps getting close

Fingertips digging into the cold metal and readying it

This was the beginning of your own personal hell

Like the radio host one said

“We’re just getting started”

You one day emerge out the fog of that old town that reeked of death

It was a cold night, but despite it you don’t shiver nor do your teeth chatter

Your mind is…hazy

The main events leading to you escaping are blurry but so is the rest of your mind

Thinking back to your escape are just flashes of disjoined pictures

It’s like their not properly developed pictures

There are clearly things and people there but their distorted blobs of colour that need more time to come together

You walk the lone and forgotten road

Still unpacking your mind but not panicked

In fact your more calm than anything as you walk for hour upon hours until you reach civilization again

Your not exactly sure what it had done to you

You had killed several monsters of nightmarish compression made up from the demons of your mind

Trauma taking a literal form in the shape of entities for you to bash with whatever weapon you could find

An axe now instead of that old pipe

Occasionally being gifted a few bullets to hopefully put down the demons that clawed at you

When it was finally over

The mist being lifted off this abandoned sleepy town

Radio going silent

Rusted blood of the other world chipping away as you finally found resolve

Something remained

A piece of that place

Silent hill staying with you even as you left it for good

Maybe it was a new trauma replacing the one it had helped (help in large quotations) you work through

But you knew it was different from that

You felt physically different

Sometimes when staring in a mirror you didn’t recognize yourself

Looking at the old Polaroids it felt as if someone else was staring back

Perhaps when you left silent hill a part of it went with you

A twisted souvenir or medal of honour as you think back to the days or weeks you spent traversing that place

Time there was warped and you didn’t know how long you’d actually spent in that realm

Minutes felt like hours

Days felt like years

There was only ever a grey sky with no indication of sunlight or night

Just an endless limbo filled with melancholy as you did your best to survive

the time before you entered that town felt blurred and fuzzy, as if you were trying to watch an old tape that was distorted

You think you preferred it that way though, it made everything easier to accept if you didn’t know when you had entered and when you had left

Didn’t know what you could never have anymore

Cause even if it had been a day that you were stuck there it felt as if the world had changed monumentally

Felt as if you were a foreign force or entity impeding on what used to be your home

If…you could even call it that anymore

Despite being 15 you feel older than you are

Weathered and given the forbidden knowledge of an entity of eldritch descent as it clung to you like a cancerous sore

You travel now even if you sometimes feel the call to return back to the only place that felt as if it would accept you

Upon highways and bridges you walk

Only taking rest in motels that you somehow always have the money for

Your dreams being filled with that town once more and it’s open arms of welcome if you wanted to return back to it

Though now in those dreams there are no more monsters to hurt you

Your just by your lonesome traversing the place you once loathed

It’s peaceful and quiet unlike the natural world

You don’t need or feel the urge to eat but you do so anyways out of a nostalgia of what it was like to be human

Cause at this point you know your not that anymore

You had entered human but left as something else

And for some reason you felt fine with that

Admittedly the previous night with Rebecca and Billy wasn’t the best of days

Certainly not your worst by a long run

But not quite good either

Neither is right now as you wander a second mansion infested with science experiments gone wrong that only a mother could love

Whilst Billy did the best decision and go off on his own you decided to go with Rebecca

That was now kinda biting you in the ass but what’s more annoying is that you got separated from her due to that giant asshole snake

Of all sentences you’d say it’s probably that one that’s the weirdest

To be honest this was…well laughably less scary

Horrifying still? Well yes, these were the reanimated corpses of people that were now trying to rip into your flesh

But you had dealt with worse

These creatures weren’t a personal attack on your psyche

They were lab experiments gone wrong and now set loose on this mansion as some sort of testing ground

There was no radio static as the rooms were transformed to that of a industrial hell realm

In its place was a now well lit and elegant manor with the groans and moans of these shambling creatures

Marble floors accented with splatters of blood

There’s no dirt and grime covered walls

Just pristine with the occasional gore

All things considered it’s a welcome upgrade

If you could call it that

At least there’s less of a risk of tetanus

…still a risk of possible rabies from those annoying dogs

But to be fair you don’t think either can affect you anymore on the fact that you’d be bitten several times in the last few hours and nothing has happened

No itching

Or sudden urge for flesh

Your unaffected and for once you thank whatever that that town did to you

Still doesn’t stop those rotting assholes from taking a chunk from your shoulder though

With a sigh you rummage around for a first aid spray and some bandages

Your axe is discarded to the ground, dripping blood onto the posh carpeting

For some reason supplies had been “conveniently” spread around this death trap

Whoever was behind this at least wanted it’s lab rats to have a small chance at survive for at least a few hours

(They certainly didn’t account for something like you to appear here, for better or worse)

With a small mumble of a curse you pull open a few drawers of the small room your in

Looking around frivolous expensive clutter that was stuffed into the drawers as all you come up with is some green herbs

It was better than nothing

Sighing you pick up the leaves, pressing them to the wound

It’ll help the wound for now, but not fully heal it like you had wanted

Picking back up your axe you go to exit the room

Only to fumble back a bit when the door opens

Chris Redfield

A man entered through the door, green military vest with a combat knife strapped in place and pistol held up

When his eyes connect with yours though he immediately puts the gun away

Fearlessness and determination in his eyes being extinguished momentarily to a soft and gentle kindness

There’s also a bit of relief of not being alone in this nightmare

Something you had wish you had once before

“Hey are you ok?” He knells down so he’s at a closer eye level. His movements are cautious, much like when dealing with a frightened animal.

“I think we both know the answer to that question”

He lets out a small chuckle, forced or not it seems to lighten some stress on your shoulders. “Fair point.” He says eyeing your wound before pulling out a first aid spray “mind telling me how you ended up here though?”

As he sprays your wound you explain as best you can

The train crash and monsters

Rebecca and you ending up here but separated

Leaving out any mention of Billy

Throughout it he nods, adding or asking input before pulling back and throwing away the empty can

When he’s done he helps you up gently

Treating you as if you were glass

His kindness is refreshing from the apathy and disgust usually directed at you

It makes whatever’s human left in you feel warm

you feel nice and not just a constant feeling of apathy

Following him out into the infected ridden halls he keeps you close

He doesn’t have any spare guns nor weapons so you just stick to your trust axe

Luckily he doesn’t question it much to your relief

Just accepting it as it is and focusing on the bigger picture

Whilst following him he makes sure you stay close behind him

A protective hand outstretched to keep you far enough away incase something pops out but close enough where he can still somewhat ensure your there

Through the exploration and odd twists in the hallways he tries to keep a lighthearted conversation

Whether it’s to distract you or himself is up to debate but you humour him

He asks about your parents but you keep it vague where he gets the sense you’d rather not talk about it

So instead he shifts the topic onto his own

Apparently he had a younger sister named Claire, in his words she was a “stubborn pain in the ass but I wouldn’t have it any other way “

Soon enough she’d be heading to university

And throughout the entire process he’d be there for her every step of the way if she needed him

They only had each other now

So it was his responsibility to fill the now vacant roles of their parents

In every sense of the word Chris is a protector

Someone who goes out of their way to shield others from harm no matter the cost

Even though you have a weapon he still insists on taking down the zombies

Saying that you should only get involved if completely necessary

“Your a kid, you shouldn’t have to the one fighting here”

Those words end up repeating in your head

For so long you’d felt as if you were an adult

You’d forgotten you were a kid

A once innocent 15 year old that was now seemingly stuck forever like this in some sort of psychical and metal limbo

He sees a sad look in your eyes and goes to ask but you beat him to it

“Thanks…as silly as it seems I forgot that”

A part of him cracks at that

The familiar feeling of having to grow up too quickly after his parents deaths

It seems as is this and the past night was rough for you

Plus perhaps whatever is happening with your parental situation since you don’t seem to want to talk about it

He’d pry later but for now he focuses on this mansion

On getting you home safe

With your shared teamwork you both find Rebecca hunched over a injured Richard after a whole shit ton of puzzles

The puzzles you once went through were bullshit but these once’s were plain irritating

Who builds an elaborate mansion with this many puzzles?

You weren’t even halfway through the house and you’d already spent a decent amount of time backtracking and trying to find keys

“The giant bastard get you?” You knell down beside Richard who chokes back a cough. Rebecca holds his hand, he squeezes it.

“Y-yeah” it comes out as a garbled wheeze.

“Giant bastard?” Chris asks confused, he turns to Rebecca for a clearer answer.

“Richard and us was chased by a giant snake throughout the mansion. Richard got bitten though after they got separated from us” the mention of the reptile makes Richard flinch.

With that and a bit more added on you and Chris go to find the antidote even though he persisted that you could stay with the two

He may be determinedly stubborn but your persistently patient to get your way

Something that seemed to remind him a bit of Claire

Going through the dead infested halls to get the vaccine isn’t much of a hassle

Not when time is of the essence and there was no place for being extremely cautious

Richard needed that serum

you and Chris were gonna get it to him no matter how many dead you had to get through

Though your time with the orange vested man was brief compared to Rebecca he was exceedingly kind

He promised you much like Chris you’d get home

While trying to avoid the scalely bastard that did this to him he cracked jokes to try and lighten the mood

Like Rebecca he fussed over the smallest of wounds on you and insisted on using the spare supplies of herbs on you

In every regard Richard was a good man

Someone like everyone else who didn’t deserve to be in this mansion

Someone who didn’t deserve to die

He had Bridgette his fiancé whom he spoke foundry about to get back home to

had people who were waiting on him unlike you

Entering the “safe room” as you liked to call it you scrounged through medicinal bottles

Looking and looking until finding it as you hear Chris’s gunshots nearby

He let you run ahead while he dealt with the riffraff

You grabs the serum, pocketing a spare just in case before you run out and meet back up with Chris who dealt with the last of the zombies

“Got it?” He asks stepping over the dead again corpse that was riddled with lead.

“I grabbed a spare as well” you hold up the two bottles, allowing Chris to take one while you hold onto the other.

“Good thinking” without thinking he ruffles your hair as an appreciatory gesture. For a moment he thinks he fucks up since you go still, but when looking at you he sees happiness. “Let’s hope we won’t have to use it though”

Getting back to Richard and Rebecca isn’t too much of a hassle

You and Chris release your breath when making it back with enough time for him to be sufficiently healed

He was alright

He would be ok

He’d make it back home

For once you were able to save someone

Your mothers dead face flashes in your mind now more clear than it was once before

But why couldn’t you had saved her?

Why were you too weak to stop him?

Why did you freeze when that crack echoed out or try to stab him with something

Why-

Your shaken from your thoughts when Richard places a hand on your shoulder making you jump lightly

“Hey I’m alright…no need for tears”

With some confusion you swipe a finger over your cheek and you feel the distinct wetness of tears

For many a times you’d had tears bubble up in your eyes but until now they’d never fallen

Always on the edge of your eyelids but eventually retreating back away

But now the damn had cracked allowing the waterworks to flow

For some reason it feels nice to cry

With a small sniffle you nod

You and Chris must continue on

The two of you help Rebecca move the now unconscious Richard down to the med storage room you found the vaccine in

Chris fiddles a bit with Richards Radio as the new area of the mansion becomes more and more accessible

Every now and then your gaze drifts done to it

Expecting that hellish static to come blaring to life once again

For the monsters formed of your mind to tear through the walls

The world being town away for red tinged rust to replace it all

But it doesn’t

Your still in the mansion of different horrors

Now less personal

“Do you want the radio?, you could try to get it working but- ” he suddenly says holding it out to you, seeing the device get closer you flinch back.

“no!..uh sorry I just have bad memories associated with radios.” As you say this the memories crackle in your head.

He quirks a brow at that but nods

Pocketing it away for now to fiddle with later

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when it was put away

Out of sight and out of mind

He seems to have noticed that

“I know you don’t know me too well but, tell me if something is bothering you. We’re already in a bad place, I don’t want to make you feel worse”

“I…it’s stupid though-“

“No it’s not. I don’t know whatever happened for you to dislike it but it makes you uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have to invalidate your pain like that”

For a moment your silent

“Besides, even if you didn’t have a reason behind it we all have irrational fears.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!. Like I have a fear of werwolves”

“Really?”

“Yeah…might have once watched American werewolf in London as a kid and it stayed with me since” he admits with a bit of embarrassment

You giggle a bit at that

He pauses for a moment to listen to the sound and absorb seeing your face

This is the first time he’d seen you smile

Not like he can blame you for not

It’s still nice to see though

Especially since he gets the feeling you don’t do it often

In his mind it’s a real shame

Your a good kid

Fighting the damn snake was hard but rewarding

Slashing your axe down at the monster that had hurt both you but also Richard, Rebecca and now Chris

It’s hissing cries of pain

Blood staining your already red covered clothes

Something like this wasn’t uncommon to you

You had to fight a few stronger and bigger monsters in silent hill

But now it was at least something unoriginal and not an eldritch beast

With a sigh you feel the poison from its fangs that bit into you several times wash away

Your body was already at work doing whatever it did to slowly heal you

Chris meanwhile was going through the effort of looting the rest of the room

Getting spare ammo and herbs

Along with a mask

You didn’t like the look of the object, it was cult like

…you didn’t exactly like cults

But for now it was best to suck it up especially since it was likely for yet another unnecessary puzzle

Chris lingers by the door and you get off the dead snakes body

Not before giving it one last good kick to the head for an extra fuck you

Exiting the room you see Chris stumble slightly on the way down the stairs

Immediately you go to help him

“Did it bite you?”

“Y-yeah..,think it got me. Administer it to yourself first, you got bitt as well”

Before you can give a response he falls

Almost clattering to the floor if not for your support as you helped him slump against the wall

You pull out the serum, calling out for Rebecca

Distantly you hear hurried footsteps

Your breath goes ragged, you didn’t have a needle to administer the antidote

He could die

And you couldn’t do anything to stop it

Why?

Why does this keep happening to you?

What did you do to have the people you care for die with nothing you can do?!

Rebecca rushes in, eyes widening at the sight of the slumped over Chris and the look in your eyes

It’s just pure grief

Even after she administers it and he begins to stir your still stricken with that look

Her words are not responded to

Your mind is distant

Admittedly she didn’t know much about whatever had happened to you even before the mansion

But she does know your a deeply scarred kid

Someone who had seen horrors before the leach infested train, the first mansion and now a second one

But another thing she knows is that something happened to you that made you…different

You spoke broadly of it

A place where’re you entered and came out not the same

On the train she once tried to bandage your wounds with Billy after a Rebar had impaled you in the side when the train crashed

A wound like that with only a few spare herbs and a can of first aid spray should have resulted in death

But despite that you healed

The wound slowly going away until there was now nothing in its wake

Both eventually accepted it as something no one will have an answer to

Still she insisted you use the herbs to help with the process

Billy did as well, making you promise to look after yourself before leaving

Gently she tries to wake you up from the daze of your mind

Eventually it works but you still keep a look of worry in your eyes as you glance at Chris who begins to properly awaken

Chris noticed after this that your relatively more distant than you were before

Your more silent than before

Just give short responses as you avoid looking at him as if your eyes would scorch him

When he does see your eyes though he sees fear

Not towards him per say but more so at what could happen to him

That getting closer would lead to more harm if he got hurt once more

It’s touching in some sense but worrying

Really worrying

He remembers that same mindset when his parents died and he had to be the main caregiver for Claire

For a long while he almost feel into that thought but had caught himself

It wasn’t healthy

But he can’t just up and tell you to stop because that likely won’t fix anything

So for now he does his best

Entering out the mansion into its garden

An old beaten path leading the way as cicadas chirp off in the brush

The sounds of nature filling the area along with

Gravel being crunched under both yours and his boots

Just as you both walk downhill the radio he’d almost forgotten he had crackles on

Immediately his hand goes to it

The words are chopped up but he’s able to make out a warning

“Stay out the woods outside the mansion”

He casts a glance back to the looming building and then at you

You look at the radio once more and he puts it away

After a second you snap out of it and linger behind him once more

Axe hugged to your chest

Both stained with blood and gore

He’d maybe have to try and find something for you to change into

A cold breeze goes by

Maybe a coat as well if it keeps to this temperature

Speaking of which

“Are you cold?.” He asks looking at the statues of two Cerberus. From the looks of them their in the wrong directions. Knowing this place there would be two levers or something to put them in place…which makes him think of those two weather vanes

You shake your head no despite it being untrue. You were always cold, a chilling temperature always racking your body as if you were one of the corpses littering this place. “I’m fine”

He nods but doesn’t seem to believe your words

You both go back uphill to the weather vanes and press down secret buttons to stop them in certain directions

Distantly you hear the moving of stone

After some pressing there’s a click that emanates and the gates being seemingly opened

The two of you head deeper into the madness

Through the cabin madness and groaning screams you carry on

A creature much more akin to that of silent hill

Several faces stitched together as a mask on its face

Cuffed hands that are elongated to a unnatural extent

Groaning screams that sounded more human-like than that of the zombies you cut down

For the first time tonight your happy to enter back into the mansion of all things

At least Chris gave you a magnum in all this mess

One that would be saved for better occasions than shooting down giant spiders and weird giant reptiles

Surprise surprise this place had a lab as its basement, absolutely wonderful

At least there wasn’t a cult involved or else your bingo chart would be full by now

Crates splash in a small pool of water and bob under Chris’s footsteps

He goes across first

They shift a bit and he jumps to the solid ground across

You go to step on the first crate

He holds his hand out for you and with a little hesitance you grab it

Your not sure of the last time you’d been given affection like this

It feels nice though

You feel…safe and not alone anymore

“Your really cold. You should have told me”

“I…I’m always cold”

He nods with a bit of confusion but puts his questions away for later

You cross the gap but he still holds your hand

The warmth of his gentle touch is absorbed by your eternal cold

But then he pulls away

A part of you feels saddened but you accept it

But then he slips something over your hands

His gloves are a bit big on you but he adjusts them

Military grade material fitting snugly around your hands that have a forever bitter cold

“I know their fingerless but hopefully that helps a bit.”

You feel to stunned to say anything so you default back to a nod and grab his hand once again

You give a gentle squeeze as a thank you

With a small smile he repeats the action back

“I know your scared of me getting hurt, but have some hope in me. We’ve come this far, and anything that they throw at us is going down”

Like before you nod again

Cold water soaks you up to your armpits as Richard grasps the metal fencing of this aquatic tank area

The water is deep and murky

Filled with an unknown force that makes its presence known to your mind

Something lurks in these waters

Hungry…no, STARVED

Is the best way to describe the creeping feeling

The waters shifts, it’s coming

“Chris get back!”

Before Richard can do it your pull Chris back as that oncoming threat surfaced

A giant shark, one that narrowly misses Chris as it bites at the metal before going back into the depths

Waiting for the next time to strike

To finally feast once more

“Shit go!” It comes out as a panicked cry, his blood soaked and bandages arm pointing to the door you and Chris entered through.

“We’ll deal with it!. Get to safety Richard!”

“Are you?-“

“Go! Your still injured! Don’t throw your life away, you have someone waiting for you back home!” He flinches a bit that, clear hesitation to leave on his mind before he begrudgingly does so.

Exiting he shoots one last look over his shoulder at the two of you

Chris already leading the way as quick as he can through the water with you behind

Smaller sharks trying to get a nip at you but deterred by a few swings of your axe

The bigger one though lurks, waiting

Cold and calculating dead eyes

Much like your own in some sense

Heading through double doors you give a sigh of relief

You’d preferred not to be fish food

Soaking wet you descended down a ladder with Chris not far behind

He needed a second to ensure the herbs were still ok

To his luck they were

“I think you might’ve saved Richard back there”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” he momentarily pauses thinking of the right words “Richard has a habit of…self sacrifice. It has something to do with his sister dying, I’m not sure of the specifics but he’s felt guilty that he could’ve done more to save her…so he tends to do reckless stuff to save others. Him pushing me out the way would have probably killed him, put him in my place instead.”

That….that can’t be?

You’ve never been able to save someone

Not your mother was she gasped out for help against your father

Not any of the others lost in silent hill, succumbing to the monsters of their own minds

Not yourself from what that place did to you

You couldn’t have…could you?

Had you finally saved someone?

After all this time of thinking you were incapable of helping others you had done it

Now thinking back you had saved him before with the help of Chris…you also saved Chris

Maybe you just didn’t realize it until someone else saying it

Your chest feels warm despite the now cold dripping clothes

Without thinking you hug Chris, he’s a bit surprised buts hugs back

He has a feeling your crying but says nothing except that “it’s alright, you saved him”

It makes you cry harder but in a good way

In the sense that he gets you’d been needing to hear those words for a long time

And now they finally entered your ears

“I don’t think I’ll ever look at plants the same way” it comes out as a grumble as Chris applies a mixture of green and red herb solution to his wounds. Those vines were much more sharp than they appeared…this would definitely bruise later on.

“At least salads will be more appealing now” that comments gets a chuckle from him and a “yeah, that’s for sure” as the sound of Rebecca leaving to find Richard echoes down creaky wooden halls.

The last few hours had felt like days and at this point you were wondering if this place was some sort of other reality like Silent hill

It would explain the seemingly dragging passage of time as the mansion got more and more confusing

But you knew at heart this place was just a normal mansion

…er well maybe not normal but it was still a standard building

Not a different plane of reality

You think you’d be able to detect that somehow

With a swat of your hand you kill a nearby stray mutant bee that hand died

With a groan you wipe away the aftermath on your already disgusting and stained shirt

Your gonna definitely burn your clothes after all of this. Not only for sanitary reasons but also cause if possible spreading of the infection

It was better not to risk anything

Especially since no amount of bleach would be able to wash this shit off

Your on guard when a nearby door opens

As is Chris who pushes you behind him

But then someone exits through in similar clothes to Chris

“Wesker!” Relief visibly floods Chris but your still a bit on guard. The sunglasses wearing blond feels odd to you, his eyes stare at you through his sunglasses but you know the look he’s giving you. It’s something akin to a predator looking at prey.

“Chris” after saying this his gaze focusses down on you “and who’s this?”. You stay beside Chris, clutching his hand tightly as he stays relatively oblivious. Despite asking who you were you get the feeling he already knows.

Chris looks down at you with a small smile, “their a survivor of the train bravo was sent to investigate, they came here with Rebecca.”. Wesker nods, a grin akin to that of a wolf in sheep’s clothing appearing. He was definitely bad news

The snake showed up again apparently not actually dead much to your annoyance

And with its arrival came weird reptilian monsters that almost killed Rebecca and Richard

Great…absolutely stunning

What’s even more “great” is that your now with Chris in a dingy mine area

One with guess what? Another lab!

This time without sharks

You swear to whatever god is out there that if Mr.”I wear my sunglasses at night” is behind this then your giving him a good and hardy hello from your axe

With a groan you step I’ve r the corpse of some weird new insect monster

It’s splattered guts from Chris’s shotgun now decorating the already dingy walls

How fitting

It twitches despite being dead giving some friendly flashbacks to silent hill once more

This place was still better than there but only by a small margin

One that had begun shrinking as the night went onwards and this place really began to get on your nerves

Even Chris seemed done by this point

Wanting desperately for the night to come to a close

“What do you want to do the minute we get out of here?”

“I’m gonna have the hottest longest bath and then have fast food”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“I’m not sharing my food, not even with you”

He chuckles a bit at that, it’s tired but still happy

“Fair”

Chris looks around the room once more for items you turn to look at the secret hidden camera

You can’t see where exactly it is but you know when your staring in its direction

Your eyes glare up at it

Unbeknownst to you the man watching sees misty white eyes through the lens of the screen

And then the feed cuts out with a glitch

Your in-between both Rebecca and Chris as the three of you go down an elevator

It creaks occasionally making both Rebecca and Chris tighten their hold a bit

It’s…nice

You feel cared for

Even though Rebecca knows you seemingly can’t die she still worried

And Chris does as well but believing your still mortal

Your axe is stored away along with the magnum but despite that your safe

Your nerves that would have never allowed that before are now tucked away in the deepest depths of your mind

For now your safe with them

It only goes away though once the elevator stops and opens

A dingy green lit hallways of tiles leading the pathway do you feel that urge

Steam escapes from nearby pipes giving a misty look

It makes you squeeze their hands

They squeeze back before Rebecca lets go

Chris tightens his grip while leading to a door

You pull out your axe

The door goes up, mechanical sounds releasing as it does so

There in this room is a lab, one with odd human-like entities in test tubes

A beating heart exposed fork their chests

Just like the one you and Rebecca fought the day prior

It beats gently as Wesker types away at a nearby computer

Back turned to everyone

Distantly on the monitor you see camera footage

The others are in real time but one screen focuses in on you

White eyes staring directly up towards the screen

Intensity that spoke volumes

What looked to be small wisps of fog escaping your lips

So you were right about feeling watched this whole time

And the culprit seems to have a knowing smile on his face once turning around to see your narrowed eyes

“Wesker!” It’s said in a tone of disbelief . You can’t blame Chris, this was his captain, the man who was in charge of the team he now used as lab rats.

“So you’ve come” he pauses for a moment, continuing to type of his keyboard “Chris you make me proud. But of course you are one of my men.”

“Thanks” it comes out as a scoff as you tighter the hold on your axe

Wesker pulls out his gun, pointing it at you all. “Since when Wesker” Chris hides his anger but you feel it radiating from him.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about”

“You’ve been with umbrella from the beginning haven’t you?”

“Correct” he moves closer, holding the gun up towards Chris “S.T.A.R.S were umbrellas— no, rather, my little piggies. The tyrant virus leaked polluting this whole place. And unfortunately I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S. In the process though I’ve seemed to have found something more valuable” his gaze goes down to you

Chris pulls you to hide more behind him, an accusatory finger pointed at Wesker as he says in pure anger “you killed them with your own dirty hands! You son of a Bitch!”

“No…”

“Oh yes dear” he says it in a mocking tone before adding “just like this” as he turns his gun. Everything feels as if it’s going in slow motion, he points it at Rebecca who’s only a foot or two away from you. Without thinking you move, body shielding her own from the gunshot.

Burning pain echoes through your chest as Rebecca catches you

Chris yells but it’s stopped once more by Weskers cool and calm voice

Fuck this hurt

It hurt like absolute hell

Like that rebar that was impailed in your side

But then like usual the blood stops pouring out the wound

And your able to get up with the help of Rebecca who holds you

Chris looks at you with a mix of shock, confusion and relief

“How?-“

“That’s what I intended to find out as well.”

“Long story Chris…should probably focus on the crazy asshole”

A few moments after this with a click of a button the creature in one of the tubes is released

Heart pulsating even more as the water drains

It’s face that only a mother could love coming to life

“The ultimate life-form— Tyrant”

Staring at the monstrosity Chris laughs

“Wesker you’ve become senile”

“Chris, you’ll never understand. It’s magnificent” while saying this he raises his arms, looking up at the “glory” of his creation

“Sure…definitely magnificent” you cough out to Rebecca who still holds you. Sarcasm dripping from your voice like the splatters of your blood on the ground

Suddenly the tyrant moves

The glass of its tube breaks and it’s giant claw arm shoots through Wesker as if he were butter

He lets out a dying gasp as his blood falls to the ground

Then he’s Thrown away, discard by his ultimate being as it focuses its attention on Chris

With a groan you pull out the magnum, there were a good amount of bullets from you stocking up and waiting for a moment like this

So despite the pain your in you begin shooting

The knock back making you cough up more blood and pain spreads through your chest

Rebecca urged you to stop but you tell her to go find Richard and whoever else is left alive

You had a feeling this place would end up destroyed soon

Chris keeps shooting it down with his shotgun as you load magnum loads into its chest

Specifically aiming at it’s still beating heart that you desperately wanted to ripe out

God just die already

You aim and shoot once again in time with Chris at its chest

It falls down onto its knees and then face first on the floor

Faintly though you still hear it’s heart

But for now it seems incapacitated

With a sigh you shakily get up, Chris adding your side and helping you walk correctly

Your still healing and the exhaustion from tonight isn’t helping speed up the process

“Are you alright? Your wound it-“

“Less talking and more walking. Like I said, I’ll explain later”

He nods, helping you through the door and onto the elevator

“We should probably blow this place up”

“Why’s that?”

“This place is contaminated. They probably have more of the virus Wesker was talking about. If this got out to the public…then”

“Got it. The show must go on”

It seems the act is coming to a close

All that’s left is the finally

The self destruction message rings out in a woman’s voice on the PA system

Rebecca and Richard went to set it off

But now all that’s left was to get out of here and find someone named Jill

It wasn’t too much looking

It was pretty unsurprising this place had essentially a jail cell attached to it

The brunette looks a bit frazzled to see Chris but embraces him in a hug as the ringing of the PA continue

She tries to say something about Wesker but Chris replies that he knows

His tone is filled with betrayal and a bit of sadness

She nods, turning to the door to see you peeking in

“Who-“

“No time, this place is gonna blow any minute. Questions later”

She nods

Chris sets off some flairs as You, Jill, Richard, Rebecca and him wait with baited breath

Daylight is beginning to peak out from over the horizon

Day is near

The nightmare is almost over

….keyword almost

The tyrant didn’t die

And looks mighty angry for more lead to be pumped into its body

It knocks Jill aside and heads for Rebecca

Neither you, Chris nor Richard will let that happen though

There aren’t many magnum bullets left, the monster is a sponge for them

But nether the less you kept shooting

Keep persevering

Keep surviving

In the distance you hear the loud sound of a helicopter

Help was here

“Chris! Use it! Kill it! whatever it is!” The man in the Helicopter hovering above yells as a rocket launcher clatters to the ground

Chris nor Richard can go for it as the tyrant is in his way

But you can

You dive towards the weapon picking it up

It’s heavy but you don’t give up

“Chris!”

He looks to you

With as much might as you can you slide the weapon towards him with a a mighty kick

All the power left in you being used to get it over to him

Richard distracts it long enough for him to pick up

And then

Bam

The monster explodes into several chunks of flesh and fire

Blood splattering on you as the helicopter lands not long afterwards

Rebecca and Chris help you on

Jill and Richard follow in afterwards

It’s over

In the end you rest against both Jill and Chris

The two adults giving you their own types of comfort

in the case of Chris it’s him gently holding your hand, rubbing circles with his thumb as a reminder that he’s there

That your not alone in this

With Jill it’s promising you that your somewhere safe

That you can stay with her for security if you so need it since Chris has a plan of hunting down umbrella

Though you had just met her,Jill gives you a sense of comfort you had longed for

In your mind you consider the offer. For so long you’d been alone, drifting from place to place without aim

You had made it out that mist covered town but your parents weren’t so lucky

But perhaps that was for the best when their sins were brought to light

As of now though you just think over the offer

For now the nightmare was over

You had the feeling though that a new one would eventually take its place

Life has a funny way of doing that to you

But right now…there was a moment of calm you basked in

“So…I’d said I’d explain what happened to me”

“You don’t have to right now”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m fine. Fine enough to start explaining anyways.” For a moment you think of how to start telling them all. It’s hard to explain let alone believe…but after tonight you’re willing to bet they would take your word.

“In my restless dreams I still see that town…silent hill”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Each skeleton's reaction to his kid/niece/nephew walking up to him and holding their hand out. "Hi Dad/Uncle, let's shake hands" The skeleton notices that the kid has what seem to have a Laughing Box in the hand trick on their extended hand.

Undertale Sans - He's playing along. He's a terrible influence, self-aware of it, and will definitely encourage it. Sans will teach all he knows to his kid and then watch him spread chaos and evil pranks from a safe distance. All his friends and family are sweating.

Undertale Papyrus - He shakes hands innocently before his face turns into a betrayal expression. How dare his kid falls for such low-category japes like his brother's when he can work harder for the same result. Sans is having a cup of salt coffee when he's visiting a few hours later.

Underswap Sans - He had one too. Now that's awkward as they're both just staring at the other's Laughing Box in total silence. Tricky. Very tricky. Blue gives the kid a long stare that says this war is not over yet.

Underswap Papyrus - Aaaaw. His baby's first prank. He's all fluffy inside now, so proud. Honey plays along, a big smile on his face when the kids burst into delighted chuckles as they managed to "prank" their dad. He's so proud.

Underfell Sans - "yea, nice try bud, but am not stupid". The kid pouts, mad he found out his evil plan. They went back on the couch and sat on a whoopee cushion in an offended gasp as Red is making fun of them. You can't prank the prank master.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge said nothing, neutral, which made the kid a bit sad. Later that day, the kid sees his uncle searching for coffins. Confused, the kid asks what he's doing. Edge answers he's preparing a funeral for their sense of humor. Ah...

Horrortale Sans - He falls for it genuinely, then chuckles at the little joke. Nice one, kiddo. He ruffles the kid's hair and encourages them to try it on Willow as he will have a better reaction than he has. He then goes to sit on the couch to enjoy the show.

Horrortale Papyrus - He high pitch screams when he falls for the trick, then proceeds to stomp angrily, screaming his brother's name who can't stop laughing from the sofa. He then starts lecturing the kid to death to make sure they're bored enough to never do that again. Oak keeps crying with laughter on the couch while the kid is glaring daggers at him, mad he dragged them into this situation.

Swapfell Sans - He tssks. That's just humiliating. Him? Pranked by such a foolish jape? Like hell he is. As the kid leans his hand, he quickly grabs the other one to shake it, pats their head two times as a "Better luck next time" and leaves. The kid is so mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's a bit disappointed. He taught you better than that. See bigger! Laugh boxes are so predictable, you can do so much more better than that! That can't wait. He's kidnapping the kid in his room to teach them how to prank people better. He even let them try everything he just learned on Nox afterward.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not amused. He simply rolls his eyes lights at the child and keeps walking. The kid pouts. Uncle Wine is not funny. Welp, time to throw tomatoes on his beautiful just cleaned luxury car instead. Surely he will think it's a funny joke. His scream can be heard several miles around.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The sound startles him and he instinctively teleports back into his room with the kid who is confused for a few seconds, then starts to cackle when they realize they just did that. Ha, ha. Very funny indeed. Coffee goes to sulk in his closet.

[v3nusxsky]

You're safe with me

*Authors note~ I'm deathly scared of thunderstorms so I relate to reader. Reader is also of legal age and in her last year of her education. My OC Isadora is mentioned in this*

Warnings~ bullying?

Prompt~ reader is terrified of thunderstorms and somehow reader is left out in the storm terrified and alone. Lesso comes to the rescue comforting fluff.

The rain is hammering down on you showing you absolutely no mercy. The sky dark blue sky with angry rainclouds, showing you this wouldn't be passing anytime soon. It was almost curfew when you decided to leave the safety of the cosy library. Candle light providing the perfect atmosphere, you were able to finally relax. Legs curled up underneath your form as you settled in to finish your book. The book itself is beautifully written plot twists and turns captivating you. Fresh Cut Roses was most certainly addictive. (This is an amazing FanFiction on AO3 go check it out honestly made me cry) so addictive in fact that you spent all of your evening curled up reading.

Miss Isadora, school librarian who had become a close friend of yours gave you a gentle nudge when curfew was approaching. Not wanting you to be caught out your dorm and effectively end up in a trip to the doom room. You reluctantly placed your book mark into the book before closing it and standing slowly. Your back was stiff from how long you'd been sat against the bookshelf, however you slowly but steadily made your way to the door of the library. Bidding Isa a goodbye with a small smile you set on your familiar journey to your dormitory, book safely clutched to your chest.

You walked the dark and dingy halls, lit with a small amount of candles causing shadows to twist and bend in an almost terrifying dance in front of you. It was almost comforting, you'd lived at the school for four years now so you knew the halls like the back of your hand. So when the world suddenly went black and you could feel your body falling backwards you couldn't help the scream of pure terror. Not the good kind of terror that every Never loves, no this was the gut sinking kind. You continued to struggle against whatever had you captive but it was no use. It was too strong. All you could do is allow it to happen in hopes that you would be okay in the end.

It was the signature laugh of Hester that gave you your hint on what was happening. Earlier in the day you had your class with the one and only dean of evil Leonora Lesso. In said class you were paired with each other and encourage to spar. Lesso knew all of your abilities well, so it was no surprise that she'd paired you and Hester. In a small dash of luck you'd managed to win the sparring contest, ultimately causing Hester to wage a war between you and herself. Not a war that you actively wanted to participate in. Only when you heard the thick heavy doors slamming open and the two other voices did you realise. You were outnumbered. Your captors, Hester and her two wing women had dragged you out into the unrelenting rain. The cold droplets hitting your skin as you were yanked on to the ground and shackles added to your wrists and ankles.

The excruciatingly loud boom of thunder roared above your heads, electing a panicked gasp from you. Tugging against the restraints you begged your captors to help. Let you go. You hated how pathetic and desperate you sounded. It was absolutely terrifying to be tied up in the storm. Especially when the lightning crackled in the near distance. Your desperation soaked into your pleading. Instead of releasing you, you were met with the harsh ugly cackles of the girls as they fled the scene. Leaving you alone, scared and immobile. Powerless as the storm continued to rage onwards. It was in this moment that you regretted forgoing a coat. Tears soaked your cheeks mingling with the raindrops trailing down your cheeks. Shivers racked your body a mix of absolute terror and freezing cold temperature that surrounded you. Struggling against the restraints, you lost track of the time. How long had you been here?

The storm still raging on, you could feel your body shutting down. A fear response which you knew all to well. Panic bubbling away under the surface, tears streaming freely your throat too horse from the cold and the fear to make any noise. You had definitely missed curfew now. Your book lost in the transporting of your body. A comfort item, all the comfort you had was gone. That alongside the storm and your sore tired wrists and ankles you couldn't help feeling absolutely exhausted and pathetic. You were an Never. This isn't how you were suppose to be. But you weren't quite an Ever either. A perfect mess and a misfit of the first degree.

The familiar clicking of Lesso's cane normally could never be missed by you. But now as the storm raged and the cold was seeping through your bones you didn't hear it. Fear had you stiller than a statue. It was only when her perfectly manicured hand reached out for you that you noticed her presence. You recoiled from her pulling at the iron shackles you were instantly fearing the worst. You're wrists were red raw from the pulling and the cold, eyes protesting all the fear you felt and rapidly blinking trying to focus on the form in front of you.

"Pl- p - ease d-d-d-ont h-h-hhrt m-m-me" your plea stumbling out broken. You knew how pathetic you sounded. Chained to the floor you cowered away like a petrified child.

"Hey, hey, hey, little one. I won't hurt you. You're safe with me." She stated while assessing the quickest and easiest way to free you from the restraints. You blinked rapidly through the haze of tears and rain "L-L-es-s-s-o?" You attempted to whisper as your teeth chattered.

"That's right little one, let's get you out of these hmm?" The caring tone that was never normally present, already starting to sooth your emotional state. Although she hated to show it Lesso had the biggest heart and would do anything to help any of her Nevers. Using her own magic, Lesso freed you from the shackles, rubbing gently soothing the sore points on your wrists. You let out a small hiss in pain as she gently stroked the abused skin. Now you were less restricted in movements, shivers racked over your tiny body.

"Little one, you're absolutely soaked darling let's get you inside hmm? Can you stand?" Her gaze refused to move from you watching as you tried to stand but your frozen body giving out before you could get upright. Thankfully the storm had moved over you now and was just noise in the distance. You tensed as Lesso helped you to your feet and guided you back into the school. You kept your gaze downwards from embarrassment and fear. The dean of evil herself saw you in such a weak and pathetic state. You'd heard the rumours on what happened to weak Nevers. Not something you wanted to experience. You caught sight of the familiar hard cover of your book and willingly dropped to the floor to get it back in your arms. Only when you reached it a strangled cry left your lips after discovering it had been damaged. Pages ripped from the spine, bent corners of its usually pristine condition.

"Little one? What's this ?" You could hear the curiosity in her voice.

"M-m-y b-b-o-oo-ok" you cried out into the otherwise empty halls, fresh tears leaking from your eyes. "I-I-ts r-ru-I-nd "

"Oh y/n it's okay. It's okay come let's go somewhere warmer. You're going to freeze to death here. Bring the book darling we will see what we can do okay?"commanded, her tone lacking its usual bite.

Together you both made your way to Lady Lesso's office. This is how you found yourself settled in front of her fire shivering as your body soaked in any heat the fire would give. Limbs stinging as the heat meat cold flesh. "Little one, what happened? Why were you out there ?" She queried. You explained everything you knew from leaving the library to the storm to now. You only paused to take breaths in attempts to calm yourself.

"Oh darling, your okay it's just a silly storm, I'll see to it those girls get the punishment don't you fret. Little dove can I touch you?" Her voiced wavered slightly as if she was debating if it was the right thing to do. You nodded and flung yourself into your normally cold hearted deans arms. Immediately feeling her hands stroking over your hair. The extra body heat further helping you warm up. The beating of her heart under your ear, allowing you to focus on calming down fully. It was only now that you could fully process the events that occurred. The storm. Your book. Your eyes drifted to the latter that was resting next to you. Unknowingly to you Lesso caught the expression of deep sadness that flashed over your face.

"Little one? Tell me about this book? It's clearly important to you. I'll see if I can source another for you tomorrow." She whispered out into your hair.

"There's a character who can manipulate and produce plants, she falls in love with a principle but something happens causing her to sacrifice herself for the principle in an act of love. I was just at that point before I left the library." You could hear the emotion creeping back into your voice as you recalled the last chapter and how you were left unknowing if the character had bled out into her death or if she'd been saved somehow. You heard a small chuckle escape the older women. "You're quite the emotional little thing hmm? I'll have to read it seems you speak so highly of it."

A flush adorned your cheeks as you nuzzled into the hug finally feeling some kind of contentment for the first time since leaving the library. Basking in the fiery glow of the intricate dance the flames were doing. Here in Lesso's arms you finally felt safe.

Word count ~ 1757

*Authors note~ this was so cute to write*

[sorathecookie]

Lunar Rift Timeline AU: Soul Assimilation

In a dark void, a young White Lily Cookie awoke.

"Huh...? Where am I?" she asked, looking around. There was only darkness, with hints of blue stars, making the area resemble the night sky somewhat. "Pure Vanilla Cookie! Pure Vanilla Cookie! Are you here?"

In the distance, a young Pure Vanilla Cookie awoke. "White Lily Cookie...?" he spoke.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie!" White Lily Cookie exclaimed, floating towards him. "Thank goodness you're ok!"

"And same for you, White Lily Cookie!" Pure Vanilla Cookie said with a smile on his face, which faded as he looked around. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," White Lily Cookie answered. Could we...be trapped in the portal? she thought to herself. All I remember was me using Dark Moon Magic to open it to make the perfect Cookie, then the souls appeared, and then... Then, the two young Cookies heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Oh, what's this? I didn't expect to have guests here!"

White Lily Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie jumped with slight surprise. "Who's there?" Pure Vanilla Cookie asked.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar Cookie appeared in the void.

"Who are you?" White Lily Cookie asked fearfully.

"Who I am isn't important. What is important, however, is my need for power."

"Power...?" Pure Vanilla Cookie repeated.

"Yes. I used to be a very powerful Cookie, but as the years passed, my power has waned. I sense strong magic power within you young Cookies. If you could lend me your power, I can regain my strength."

White Lily Cookie was unsure of this. How can she and Pure Vanilla Cookie be sure they could trust this mysterious Cookie? There was only one way to find out.

"If we lend you our power, what would we get in return?" she asked.

"Simple: you would be free from this void," the voice answered.

White Lily Cookie was still unsure of this. But if it was the only way to be released from the void, then she had no choice.

"Alright. We will lend you our power."

"Excellent."

Suddenly, White Lily Cookie began to turn a bright shade of blue.

"White Lily Cookie!!" Pure Vanilla Cookie exclaimed. Suddenly, the same thing began to happen to him. The two were then completely consumed and turned into flames of blue, which swirled around a Cookie's silhouette, which absorbed the two flames.

"Hahahahaha...! Finally....!" the silhouette revealed itself to be Infinite Cream Cookie. "I can feel it. The combined power of those two Cookies...and the Dark Moon Magic those two possess....My power has increased tremendously! Now...this body is finally mine!"

He released another evil cackle, which echoed throughout the void.

[lesbian-disaster-tm]

*evil cackling can be heard far away in the distance*

...What have I gotten myself into

[logically-asexual]

Ladybird

summary:

Cat Noir faces Dream Fairy, an villain that puts sleeping children into a spell so they won’t wake up. Ladybug can’t help him so he has to find someone he trusts to take her place in this battle. If you follow me you can guess who it will be.

Could happen during season 4.

notes:

leave a comment if you want!! just no season 5 spoilers please, i’ve only seen the first half ^-^

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Cat Noir smiled as he felt the fresh night air of Paris against his face. It was late and everyone else was asleep, his suit blended into the sky, and no one would tell him what to do. He knew he shouldn’t use his powers for personal reasons, but he hadn’t been able to get any sleep, only tossing and turning in bed for hours. Besides, he had agreed with Ladybug that they would patrol the city once per day, and nobody specified it had to be during daylight hours.

He was about to break his record of leaping over four buildings in one jump when a flashing light in the distance caught his attention, followed by the sound of loud cackling. His expression dropped. So there would be work to do, after all.

He used the repeating flashes to track the villain and follow after them. Once he was close enough, he heard her yell “None of you little brats will be able to interrupt my sleep ever again!” as she shot bright rays of light into every window along the street.

He was able to tackle the person (an exhausted mother, maybe?) while she was distracted, crashing both of them into the sidewalk.

The villain, dressed in an extravagant costume that reminded him of Maleficient, recovered from the hit quickly. “Cat Noir!” she scowled, “You know what time it is? Children like you shouldn’t be roaming the streets! But don’t worry, Dream Fairy will fix that soon.”

She pointed her staff at him, which had a green glowing orb at the end. He managed to move out of the way before the magic shot got him. The akuma was surely in that staff, but he needed to wait for Ladybug to destroy it so she could capture and de-evilize it before it flew away. Deciding to stall her as he waited for his partner, he jumped away and ran through the city, the witch close behind him.

He landed on a windowsill and tried to call Ladybug, but she wouldn’t pick up. While he was distracted, it was the villain’s turn to crash into him and send them both falling into the house. He found himself in the middle of his own foyer.

“I smell a little brat lives here!” Dream Fairy turned towards his, well, Adrien’s bedroom door at the top of the stairs. “But he’s not asleep like he should…”

Cat Noir tried to get a hold of her staff, but she was too quick. On the corner of his vision he saw Nathalie struggling with the crutches to run out of her room.

He shielded himself from the rays of light with his own staff, and said “Don’t worry ma’am! I’ve got everything under control!”

Ironically, at that same moment the villain slipped away and made a run for Adrien’s bedroom, only to be faced with Nathalie now blocking the way and swiftly evading every attack, even with her limited mobility.

Cat Noir distracted the woman again and attempted to lead her out of the house. The battle continued, until Tikki was suddenly next to his face holding Ladybug’s earrings. He kept sparring with the villain as he spoke to her.

“Tikki? What’s going on? Where’s Ladybug?”

“We have a problem! My owner is asleep and I couldn’t wake her up! She seems to be under some spell. I tried to find someone else to use her powers today but all our other allies were the same!”

“We need Ladybug to capture the akuma,” he said between strikes, “there’s no way I’m making it without her!”

Wearing the earrings himself wasn’t even an option, he had no experience wearing two miraculous at once, let alone the most powerful ones! He leaped away right before being hit with a magical ray, which gave way for the villain to run back towards the stairs.

Nathalie, still guarding the bedroom door, didn’t waste any time punching Dream Fairy right on the nose, knocking her out. Cat Noir looked at her in awe. He had an idea.

He grabbed Nathalie’s hand and pulled her into her bedroom, with Tikki following after him.

“Nathalie, right? I need your help.”

“Wait—“ she tried to get back out, but Cat Noir stopped her, saying that he had already made sure Adrien would be safe. He was touched by her worry and her eagerness to protect him, but he had no time to waste.

“Nathalie Sancoeur, here’s the miraculous of the ladybug, which grants the power of creation. You will use it for the greater good.” He held eye contact with her and noticed that her stare grew panicked while he spoke. “Once the—“

“Me? No, you don’t want me, I can’t even walk properly!”

“Don’t worry! The suit enhances all physical abilities! And I saw you fighting just now, you’re awesome already! I need someone strong, intelligent, and trustworthy, and—“

“No,” she interrupted, “you don’t want to trust me.”

Nathalie couldn’t believe she was this situation. She knew Gabriel would want her to take this opportunity and finally get what they were both after this whole time. The jewels he so desperately wanted were right in front of her, being handed to her on a silver platter, and she, of all people, would be the one giving them to him. Everything in her knew that she should take advantage of this, even if she had to defeat Gabriel’s akumatized villain first, but there was a voice in the back of her head that forced her to hesitate, only made louder by the kind look on the superhero’s wide green eyes.

“You’re Gabriel Agreste’s executive assistant, right? If he relies on you for his work then you must deserve this honor. You are the most trustworthy person I kno— I mean— here!”

Cat Noir smiled at her, and something in his eyes reminded him of when Adrien was little, begging for her not to tell his mom that he had stolen a cookie from the kitchen, not afraid, but hopeful, because he knew she would cave in eventually. She always did, as she did now.

She would end up disappointing the boy either way, sooner or later. Might as well get something out of it.

She took the pair of earrings, switched them with her own, and attentively listened when Cat Noir explained the basic information about her powers, all of which Nathalie was already aware of, but he didn’t know that. Soon, they were ready.

“Tikki, spots on!”

Her glasses and crutches were gone, leaving only a magic suit and mask behind. Her suit wasn’t very different from the girl’s apart from the fact that the colors on Nathalie’s were inverted. Her hair didn’t change a lot either, with her bun now higher up and two red strands of hair hanging loose next to either side of her face.

“A pleasure to meet you…” Cat Noir waited.

“Ladybird,” she completed. The word felt foreign on her mouth, but it was all that came to mind.

Cat Noir opened the door for her and led the way to the villain, who was now standing from the place on the floor where they had left her.

It took a few minutes to get the hang of her weapon. She was skilled when it came to self defense, but her aim had never been great. She found that her power and her enhanced vision improved it somewhat, once she got familiar with the shape and mass of the object she was throwing. She was able to use it to block the rays from hitting Cat Noir and to distract Dream Fairy, who had forgotten about Adrien and was now giving them her full attention.

Cat Noir insisted on being the one at the front, leading the battle while she supported him any way she could. They knew they had to get to the staff, but Dream Fairy was too agile and avoided them with ease.

Growing frustrated, Cat Noir suggested for her to summon the lucky charm. She followed his instruction and stepped away to call the power. In her hands now was a… a DVD copy of Solitude, with Emilie on the cover. Was this some kind of joke?

The black cat struggled defending himself while she stared at the movie. She remembered that Gabriel had his own copy in the safe behind his wife’s portrait, which gave her an idea. She called for the villain’s attention offering her the miraculous and ran into Gabriel’s office.

Dream Fairy ran after her, trying to hit her with her staff but missing every attempt. Nathalie walked backwards into the room until she was in position right next to the painting.

“Cat Noir, your cataclysm!” As she spoke, the villain attempted to take her apparent distraction as a chance to strike, but was met with a perfectly-timed hit in the face with the frame of the painting. She stumbled backwards before Nathalie slid the DVD case across the floor so the woman slipped on it. “Now!”

In the fall, Dream Fairy let go of her staff, which Cat Noir was able to get mid-air and destroy. As always, the dark butterfly flew out of the object. Nathalie went through the famous following motions, de-evelizing the creature. Then, she picked up the movie and threw it upwards and said, “Miraculous Ladybird!”

Swarms of ladybugs flew all around them, fixing the broken window, the dented frame of the portrait, and the staff, now turned into a flashlight. The disoriented woman who used to be Dream Fairy tried to stand up, but soon lost balance and dropped back to the floor, sleeping peacefully at last.

Ladybird felt relief for the poor woman, who must have been awake for one-too-many nights in a row. Her attention then was brought back to Cat Noir, who was holding up a closed fist at her, offering the victory gesture the heroes always did. She looked down at his hand, the ring on his finger was blinking.

Through his shared vision with the akuma, Gabriel knew that Cat Noir and someone had just defeated his villain in his office before losing contact with them, so he would probably wait a while to come out, to avoid being discovered. Nathalie was on her own. It was now or never.

“Sorry,” she muttered. In a blink, with a flick of her wrist the yo-yo flew around Cat Noir and immobilized him. All tied up, he lost balance and fell over with a soft thud. His alarmed eyes shifted from side to side, but he didn’t get enough time to figure out how to escape before she took the ring from him.

Ladybird took the ring from his hand and wore it in her own, ignoring the green light of his transformation on the edges of her vision. Still looking down at the miraculous, she took a deep breath. She would be clear with the wish, making sure the life that would be taken in exchange wouldn’t be anyone else’s but her own.

“Tikki, Plagg, unif—“

“Nathalie, no!” the boy interrupted.

She finally looked up gasped, stumbling a few steps back. The world froze for a moment, the air in the room suddenly cold enough to make her body tremble as she saw who was laying on the floor in front of her.

“Adrien,” she barely whispered.

“Wh— Why are you doing this?” He appeared to be on the verge of tears, a state she would probably share soon, not yet believing this was real.

“That's… that’s impossible.” Her head turned between him, Emily’s portrait, and the ring on her finger. Not enough air was getting into her lungs, maybe she had hit her head and she was currently the one on the floor and this was all her imagination, product of a concussion. Maybe she had dreamed this entire night and the sound of her alarm clock would wake her up at any moment.

A part of her brain registered a shift in the air behind her. Then, two hands yanking away her earrings fully brought her back to reality. Every last drop of strength left her body along with the magical suit, causing her knees to buckle and she came crashing down. It was as if the exhaustion and pain she had avoided during the fight had accumulated and now she had to take it all back.

Nathalie couldn’t make out the fuming words of the girl who must have been the actual owner of the ladybug miraculous. She could see she was wearing a gray and white costume and sunglasses as she put on her earrings. She argued with the ladybug kwami, and Adrien chimed in a few times. It surprised her to see him standing up, before her mind caught up with the fact that her powers were gone, and so was the yo-yo and the string that had been restraining him.

Nathalie tried to discern more details of the situation but her vision was fogging up and she felt like everything was crumbling around her. She was about to lose consciousness when a bright light forced her back. Ladybug left through the portal she had just opened carrying the de-akumatized person as Adrien ran to Nathalie’s side.

He helped her sit up and explained what he had discussed with the superheroine. She couldn’t understand much of what he said at the beginning, but slowly she was able to take in less shallow breaths and comprehend more of his speech. She gathered some general ideas. He had said that he didn’t tell Ladybug everything that had happened to protect his identity, and that he had asked her to leave them alone and let Adrien and Cat Noir manage things.

Then, she realized he was asking her a question. She blinked at him for a couple seconds before registering the words. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. She tried to give him proof of her statement and managed to stand up, but she couldn’t bring herself to take a step forward. The shaking of her legs convinced her that she would fall if she tried. “You should get back to bed.”

“Wait.” He moved to stand in front of her, as if he would be the only thing blocking her from leaving the room. “Please tell me, why did you do that?”

She bit her lip. She was in no condition, physical or mental, to have this conversation. What could she say that would reveal just enough to satisfy his curiosity, and not too much to raise any more questions?

A part of the truth should be good enough. “I wanted to make a wish.”

“You know about the wish?”

She swallowed. “Uh, yes. I’ve seen the news, I’ve heard about it.”

The sadness in Adrien’s eyes pierced into her own. This shouldn’t be happening. She should be the one protecting him. Still, his voice was full of kindness. “I know it sounds like an easy solution to any problem, but it’s more complicated than that. The balance of the universe has to be maintained, which means every wish comes with a price. If you wanted to cure your illness someone else would have to fall ill in your place, and that’s… well… it’s not fair.”

Nathalie knew about the price of the wish. He was right. Things were more complicated than they appeared, but she couldn’t explain the real reason why to Adrien. It was neither the moment nor the place. It wasn’t even a job for her to do, it was his father’s. “That’s… not what I wanted,” she muttered. It bothered her that he could think she would do something so selfish.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know that at the beginning either. Now you know you see, it’s better this way.”

As offensive as it was, she would have to let him believe that he guessed the wish she intended to make correctly, and hopefully he would forgive her and not interrogate further.

Adrien smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, until he extended his hand to her and she remembered today’s discovery.

The ring was in its disguised form, all silver, just like Adrien had worn it the entire time. As she took it off and held it between her index and thumb, it turned back to black and the green paw appeared in the center. She should have known it, and yet not even now could she fully believe it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he said, “I do think you’re the most trustworthy person in the world, but we had to keep our identities a secret from everyone. You’re… not going to tell father, are you?”

Memories came to her of all those moments when both Mayura and Hawkmoth had faced the heroes. Focused on their goals and thinking of the superheroes as nothing but obstacles to them, it was easy to attack with no restraint or care for the children behind the masks. Now everything was different. It had been Adrien, all this time. The girl behind the red spotted mask might be infuriating, but she was someone’s daughter, too. Why had it taken all this for her to actually acknowledge it? Was ruining these children’s lives really worth it?

All her experiences up until this point were altered under this new perspective. She wondered if Gabriel would feel the same if he knew. Would he stop if he did? “I… don’t think I can lie to your father.” She had to tell him. What if Hawkmoth chose to fight in person again? What was Nathalie supposed to do then? She closed her fist around the ring. “I also don’t think I could stand to keep watching you get hurt.”

Adrien went on a long speech defending himself, arguing that the suit made him nearly invulnerable, that he and Ladybug always had each other’s backs and always came up with a solution, that he was never more worried about the akumatized villains injuring him than he was about Hawkmoth harming his victims as they were used for his nefarious purposes.

If only he knew, Nathalie thought. If only he knew why his father was doing this. But, as usual, it wasn’t her place to speak, so she just frowned at him, not yet persuaded.

“Please,” he was now begging, “if my father finds out he will never let me out of the house again! I don’t want to be a prisoner for the rest of my life! It’ll be even worse than before I went to school.” He grabbed her from both arms, almost pouting. “I know what I’m doing, just trust me. You don’t have to lie to him, you just have to keep doing everything the same way you did up until today. Please!”

As he dragged on the last word and looked up at her with the same puppy eyes that had convinced her to take the magical earrings earlier, she felt once again cornered. No truth was more universal than the fact that when an Agreste wanted something from her, they would get it. She simply sighed and handed over the ring back to him.

He immediately squeezed the air out of her in a hug, which she returned to the best of her ability. She had promised Emilie that she would protect Adrien, but she never expected that to be such a difficult task. However, that didn’t mean that she would simply give up.

After a minute the boy pulled away. She had been leaning some of her weight on him, so he noticed her effort to stay upright after losing his support. He called for his transformation with a wide smile. Looking into those green eyes now, she couldn’t believe she ever thought they belonged to anyone else but Emilie’s son. He held an arm around her, and carried her back to her bedroom.

Cat Noir thanked her and hugged her one last time before leaving to find Ladybug and explain his version of what had happened earlier. Luckily, all the girl knew was that her kwami had left with the earrings to find a temporal holder and she figured out she would find them at the Agreste Mansion once she followed the villain’s signs of destruction on the streets. She probably assumed Cat Noir had hidden once Nathalie had taken his ring and the secret of his identity was safe.

Nathalie watched from her window as the boy jumped from one rooftop to another, disappearing into the night. Before bed she would delete the footage from the cameras in the house, then she would sleep, and then… that was to be determined.

She would have to think carefully about what she would do about Gabriel now. Adrien didn’t know the scope of the burden he had put on her. She didn’t know how the man would react if he found that his son was Cat Noir, but she was sure that if Gabriel ever found out that she had known Cat Noir’s identity and hadn’t told him, he would be furious. If she was honest, sometimes Nathalie was just as scared of him as Adrien was.

Unfortunately, she had no choice now. The matter was delicate so her actions should be the same. She would have to thread carefully until she could find a solution that hopefully didn’t end with Gabriel losing his mind, Adrien getting hurt, and her being fired. For now, she’d have to act natural, while she pretended her world hadn’t been shattered around her and completely differently rebuilt in a single night.

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RATED M

A predator knows how to hide in plain sight; A lion will camouflage with the Saharan grass next to a herd of grazing zebra; A bolas spider will emit chemicals akin to female moth pheromones to lure prospective male moths towards its web; A thousand year old cursed spirit will split his essence into twenty fingers and scatter himself to places forgotten by man, ready to be made whole. Predators understand that to hunt their prey, you must first lower their defenses. Give them a false sense of security. Dupe the fools into believing they are safe and sound and the danger has passed when it lies waiting on their doorstep. Hungry.

Satoru didn’t trust the finger outright. He wasn’t so naive as to think it could ever be that simple. His plan was to monitor. Cursed objects had to be monitored for twenty-four hours when found. Kumari was strong, but if anything were to go wrong she wouldn’t stand a chance, and his wife’s behavior only made him more suspicious, hence why he took the finger home (and maybe also to appease his inquisitive nature). Hannah thought nothing of it when they returned. It’ll be gone in the morning, she thought and cozied up beside her husband on the futon later that night. Satoru would take care of everything. He always did.

So she thought.

From the time she was small, since the tender age of five or six, Hannah had been hearing voices. One hears many voices when inheriting The Sight. Mostly last breaths and dying screams. A curse cackling by the carnage of torn bodies. All of them disturbing and violent and horrible. So why would this be any different?

It rasped somewhere far in the distance. Thames. Over the pine crested peaks of Mt. Takao, the mokoshi penthouse roofs, and the torii gates. Thames. It blew across the school yard, rustling passed the trees, billowing near their house, sighing through the eaves, through the walls, just outside Hannah’s bedroom. Rattling her eardrums.

She heard claws scrape across the floor, repeating a name no longer hers.

Thames.

Satoru’s arm was wrapped snugly around her torso, holding her dear, yet she had no trouble breaking free and rising from the floor, leaving him sound asleep on the futon. “Mmph,” he grunted and stirred at the feel of something missing, but then switched positions and grew still once more, snoring contently on their shared pillow.

Somnolent, Hannah stood and walked towards the entrance, a thin nightgown strap hanging loosely off her shoulder. The door slid open by its own accord, but she did not return to the only person who could grant her safety. Out to the beyond she wandered.

Each step felt lighter than air down the tatami woven corridors, the shoji panels. Door after door after door, adjarring without interruption, her silhouette a mere shadow across the many lantern-lit halls. The voice beckoned louder. Thames. It wanted her. She would answer.

She came to a halt at the twelfth door, riddled in spell-tags. The incantation Satoru recited could be traced back to the earliest of jujutsu, some say since before the monolithic Jōmon began texturing their clay with bands of rope.1 Ancient jujutsu was the purest form of sorcery for good reason. Untainted. Indomitable. Satoru had mastered the secret incantation quicker than his predecessors. Nothing on heaven or earth should’ve been able to cross those barriers and remove those spell-tags.

Hannah did so without lifting a pinkie.

The barrier didn’t object to her presence, and the paper tags unglued themselves, one by one, scattering to the floor like a pile of white autumn leaves. The door slowly parted. Inside over by the corner was the sealed box. That’s it now, come here. Come to me. Five steps and she was hunkered down in front of it like a curious Pandora, nescient of the evil she was about to release upon the world. She flicked open the notches.

The floor beneath collapsed.

Hannah felt she was falling…

falling.

falling.

Her bare feet hardly made a splash in the blood water, wading just above her knees. Something ripe mushed between her toes. The air stank heavily of decay and iron. Though her eyes were transfixed by the large blackened ribs scaffolded above like an animal enclosure.

On a mound of bones, human and beast, buttressed and stacked high, was a notch arranged into a dais. The eery crimson light, emanating from God knows where, began building in strength, and the bone-filled graveyard started to unveil its secrets. She saw the outline of a figure seated atop the bones. Something like four monstrous arms, two sets of eyes, tattoos, and a mouth where a stomach should've been.

Regaining her wits, Hannah’s head began to throb. Her knees quaked. Blood ceased circulating to her legs from the cold water. She couldn’t feel the oxygen exit her lungs, nor her heart crumble and un-crumble like a reused plastic bottle.

“W-Where am I?” she croaked.

She saw one of its two mouths twist into a wry, sinister grin and suddenly felt she had unintentionally signed her death certificate. That’s not human, she thought. Not anymore. An alien life form. A freak of nature. Demonic.

“Woman.” the four-armed demon drawled above its mountain of skeletons, man and beast. “Did Uraume send you?”

Hannah stayed silent, struck paralyzed from the waist down.

“Are you a challenger?” it spoke again.

Tendrils of fear clamped around her throat. “A what?” she said dumbly.

The demon gave out a snorting laugh, “Guess not,” and rose to its feet. In a flash, it was standing in front of her, frame hulking and grotesque, roughly seizing her face between a mass of blackened claws, hooking a thumb to her lower lip. Hannah drew mute. The malevolence in its four vermillion eyes was a raw, insatiable sort.

“Weak,” the demon crooned, and stretched its mouth into that awful, predacious grin that conveyed unspeakable harm. Something knife-point sharp tapped her lower back.

The last thing Hannah heard were cruel peals of laughter before the world was swallowed inside a scarlet sea.

A goodnight’s sleep was a hardfought luxury for a jujutsu sorcerer. Not that it mattered much. Satoru sucked at sleeping anyways. Always had. Always will, so it didn’t take much for him to become gradually aware that the primal, gut-wrenching screams ringing in his subconscious were not a figment of his dreams, but real.

Oh so terrifyingly real.

The Six Eyes wielder could recall the time he witnessed the late cauterization of a grown bull, back when the estate was in the business of raising livestock. Most dehornings are performed when the bull is a calf to reduce infection and long-term pain: chemical solutions,"tubes," saws, keystone dehorners, you name it. But the rancher they hired cared little for the well-being of their cattle, and thought axing the bull’s horns with an old splitting maul and cauterizing the wound with a branding iron was the method of choice; highly illegal. Satoru watched him tie the bovine’s head down in a compromising position and with zero remorse start chopping. The agonized lowing that left the animal with each forceful thwack of the maul. The blood. Satoru couldn’t remember much of what he did afterwards, other than running to Makoto in tears. He freed all the estate’s livestock the day he became clan-leader, suppressing childhood trauma he hadn’t told a single soul.

Now twenty years later, Hannah’s tormented screams reminded him of that one bull.

There was no escaping it.

Wide awake and panicked, he twisted himself over to see his wife thrashing wildly on the bedding, her screams not of fear, but of pain; vocal chords cracking and clicking from too much exertion. She couldn’t catch her breath.

But what alarmed him most were her eyes. Hannah’s frightened eyes were like two dying stars, glowing a bright, ember red, inflamed and leaking a flood of tears, staring wide open.

He grabbed her by the arms, shaking, voice pleading for her to wake up, but every attempt failed. She scrambled to get away, wincing whenever his fingers came too close to touching her back.

This did not go unnoticed. Holding her at an angle, Satoru ever so gently slipped a hand underneath and felt his body grow cold at the sensation of something warm and sticky soaking the satin nightgown, the tang of rust. He began praying, Please be sweat, please be sweat, and slowly removed his hand.

The palm was coated so thickly in blood you’d think it was fresh paint, staining the once white futon into a dark, sickly grenache that would never wash out. With trembling hands, Satoru mustered the courage to flip her over and see what his heart earnestly wanted to deny.

Bile rushed to his throat. It was worse than he could’ve imagined.

Gashes like a jagged cuneiform were scrawled all along the expanse of her back; phantom claws, five tallies each, plowing deep into the skin, digging for purchase. Hannah sobbed more violently than ever. Her pallor was like stained glass left exposed to sunlight, faded and drained of color. Blood. Blood everywhere.

To his frustration, Satoru’s eyes detected nothing wrong. He saw no neon trail, no grimy residuals, an invisible enemy he could not see and could not fight; a true ghost. The band of gold on his finger started burning.

What is this?

Hannah’s strangled cries were growing weaker by the second, either from fatigue or something far more life upending. Her lips took a bluish hue from the oxygen not circulating to her brain and the rest of her body, hazel eyes glassy. If he didn’t act now, she’d be gone forever.

“Stay with me, Hannah.”

Satoru scooped his wife in his arms, her cries faint and disoriented, and ran like hell out the door.

“Please, don’t die.”

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Vitamorte - Chapter 2: The Barrier

(A/N: I've been watching a lot of resident evil speedruns lately, so that inspired me to pick up this story again. No other explanation required cuz no ones gonna read it but me XD)

No warnings, but Leon is an overprotective hubby. Also it hit me that I haven't said where this would take place in the main timeline; it takes place between death island and re7

Chris knocked on the door.

A farmhouse wasn't what he expected for one of the best government agents and virus researcher. It was a nice place- a typical 2-story home with a lazy, old white shepherd lounging on the patio, a front yard with an apple tree and a swing, and no neighbors around for miles.

Perfect for privacy.

The dog lifted its head and wagged its tail.

"Hey, Milky," Chris chuckled, leaning over to pat the good boy on the head. "You're still kicking, huh?"

Milky panted and rested its head again.

"Who the hell is that? I swear I didn't order a-" The door swung open, revealing the one person Chris was hoping to avoid- Leon Kennedy-Kim himself. And it seemed like Chris was the last person Leon was expecting, too. Because he froze immediately at the sight of his colleague, lips curling into a fierce scowl.

"I thought I made it clear that I'm on break," Leon scoffed. "Whatever it is, I ain't hearing it until at least a month."

"Well, you're in luck, because you're not the one I'm here to see," Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is Sarah in?"

Leon stared at him, eyes piercing. "What are you-"

"Dad! Mom said pie's ready! C'mon, let's eat!"

Leon glared at Chris, but ultimately swung the door open. "Shoes off. We don't want dirt in the house."

Chris wordlessly obeyed, figuring that getting into Leon's good graces at the moment would get him better results. But as he shut the door behind him, he heard footsteps pattering in the room next door, and a head of blond hair popped out.

"Whoa, it's Uncle Chris," the little girl gasped, before she darted back in the room. "Zane, come on, Uncle Chris is here!"

He chuckled. Grace hadn't changed a bit since the last time he saw her. Still as energetic, bouncy and innocent as ever, a spitfire image of her mother with her dad's hair.

And then Zane walked out- tall for an 11-year-old, black hair, with Leon's piercing blue eyes to match. He smiled at the older man. "Hi, Uncle Chris. You look older."

"I feel older," he laughed, ruffling the boy's hair. "You got taller, I can tell."

"And hungrier. Boy tears through three bowls of rice like there's no tomorrow," Leon grumbled as he set out plates and cups. Grace finally snuck out to dash into the kitchen, giving Chris a small wave.

"...Are you here for work again, Uncle Chris?" Zane whispered, eyes fixed on the kitchen to make sure his sister was out of earshot. "More bad stuff?"

"Yeah." Chris sighed before patting Zane on the back. Kid was always too smart for his own good. "But don't worry. With me and hopefully your mom on the case, it shouldn't be too bad of a problem."

"So it's Mom..." Zane stared off into the distance before shaking his head. "Dad's not gonna like that."

"No, he isn't."

And speak of the devil, Leon reemerged from the kitchen holding a pitcher, and the very person Chris needed followed close behind, a large pie in hand.

"When Leon told me we had guests, I didn't realize I called the pest control," Sarah Kennedy-Kim cackled, setting down the pie to pat his shoulder. "What's the greatest bug killer doing in my house?"

"Catching rats," he sighed. "I could use a hand in getting a few strays."

She stared at him. Chris fidgeted under the intensity of her gaze.

"Really, now?" she finally said. Sarah plopped on a chair and cut some slices of pie, gesturing for Chris to sit.

Leon huffed, then passed over two hefty slices to the children, wordlessly motioning for them to head up the stairs. Zane caught on quickly, and after grabbing glasses of lemonade, prodded his sister to follow him up.

The two waited until there was a click of a door, and only then did Leon speak. "No."

"Leon-"

"Shut up," he hissed. "She left the field a long time ago, and for damn good reason. You want someone to risk their life, you ask me, but leave my wife out of this!"

"It's not that easy." Chris laid his palms flat on the table. "There's some shit going down in Chile. Some unknown disease is turning people into... something. Supergeniuses. Or freaks of nature." He leaned closer to the scientist. "I don't care whether it's a virus, parasite, or some other bullshit. You're the leading expert on this; I need you on this case."

Sarah hummed, but said nothing else for a solid second. Leon's brows furrowed.

"You've got Rebecca Chambers," she said simply. "She's a genius. Why not ask her?"

"I thought about it," he admitted. "But Rebecca isn't meant for dangerous field work. And more importantly..." He leaned forward, eyes fixed on the scientist. "She's not a gambler. Not like you are. I need someone who's willing to break the rules."

Leon scowled. Sarah shrugged, unfazed.

"Rebecca's fairly good at bending the rules." She poured a glass of lemonade and slid it over to Chris. "But I'll let it slide for now. What's the problem?"

"This." He slid over several pictures. Sarah picked them up and studied them, Leon leaning over her shoulder to take a peek. "Word has it that the disease that's infecting Los Duermos infects the mind- turns the people into-"

"Zombies." Leon waves his hand. "Mindless, dumb, bitches to take down. Shoot them in the head. Simple."

"That's the thing," Chris sighed. "They're not dumb corpses shuffling around. They're fully sentient, not driven by whatever virus or parasite is in their bodies. They're vastly more intelligent than they used to be. Apparently, a good chunk of them even act normally, going about their lives as they used to. But that's the lucky ones. The unlucky folks..."

She studied another picture. Her eyes narrowed. "Who the hell is..."

"Their bodies change drastically; it's like plastic surgery without going under." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "They all look the same. Man, woman, or child. They all look like Alex Wesker. With not even half the brains. They're mindless, dumb..." He looked at Leon. "Bitches to take down."

Leon scratched his chin. "It's like Simmons on steroids."

"No kidding." Chris leaned back in his chair. "You see why I need you now? We don't know what the hell is going on, and we need sharp eyes on the ground to get the info we need."

"An army of super geniuses and mutated Weskers..." Sarah mused. "Well, I guess-"

"Sarah," Leon whispered harshly. "This isn't a good idea. You know what happened last time."

She hummed. Chris looked at his folded hands.

"In his defense," she said, "I got kidnapped. It's not exactly field work in the slightest."

"But it still happened," he growled. "I'm not letting that happen ever again."

She silently took Leon's hand in hers, rubbing soft circles in his skin. He instantly softened, and brought her hand to his lips. Chris looked away, giving the couple a brief moment of privacy.

"How long do I have to decide?" she finally asked.

"Tomorrow morning. That's the latest."

She sighed. "I'll let you know by then."

Chris nodded; this was likely the best outcome he was going to get. He stood up and pushed his chair back in.

"Are you gonna finish that?"

He turned around to see Leon pointing at the untouched slice.

With a huff, he sat back down.

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A/N: when I was first writing this years ago, I couldn't figure out how to write this, but now it comes a bit more naturally