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foxydivaxx · 6 months ago

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ZOSAN: End Of Pardise Chapter 1

ZORO'S POV

I must admit, I've been skating on thin ice of luck. My old man, Mihawk, kept me sheltered from the gritty underbelly of the mafia scene for ages. Sure, I knew what pops was up to, but I minded my own business. Getting tangled up with those unsavory types was never my cup of tea.

Or so I told myself. Then along came Sanji. Curse that stupidly handsome Sanji. The day he sauntered into my life was etched in my memory like a tattoo; September 15, a day to remember.

Everyone in the hallway stopped dead in their tracks as Sanji strutted past, paying no mind to the gawking masses. Confidence dripped off him like sweat on a summer day. And why wouldn't it? He was hotter than a furnace. Decked out in rebellious glory—long tees, shredded leggings, boots bedazzled to the nines, and a touch of eyeliner that screamed rockstar.

Silent as the grave, too. Almost eerie. Rumor had it some poor soul ripped his tongue out for getting too cozy with the wrong girl. To add to the mystery, nobody knew a lick about him. He was a lone wolf even during lunchtime.

Intrigued, I decided to play detective. During class, I'd catch him shooting glances my way, a smirk playing on his lips. Was he interested in me, or was I just imagining things?

The mystery deepened during lunch one day. My buddies and I had just polished off our meals when I spotted Sanji slipping out the door.

"Where's he always sneaking off to?" Luffy wondered aloud, his gaze following Sanji's disappearing act.

"Maybe he's a loner," Robin mused.

"Yeah, noticed how he shies away from girls," Nami chimed in.

"Maybe that tale about some dude punishing him over a girl is true," Usopp shrugged.

"Alright, let's play detective," I declared, rising to my feet, Luffy and Usopp trailing behind me.

Call me nosy, but I had to uncover the mystery behind that blonde bombshell who'd been renting space in my head for weeks. Why'd it always have to be blondes, anyway?

But as I followed him, I stumbled upon something I hadn't expected. An older man, stepping out of a sleek red sports car, escorting Sanji away without a word. The sight left a bitter taste in my mouth. Was this guy Sanji’s sugar daddy?

Sanji's POV

Leaving school midday was always a gamble, especially when my dad summoned me with a text during lunch. Being the Consigliere of the Mafia, though, it was par for the course. While others in the gang had their roles, there were certain tasks only I could handle. Maybe it was because I was the youngest member, or maybe it was my knack for blending into the shadows and slipping through the cracks.

“So, what's my mission, Pedro?” I asked as our car sped away from the school.

Pedro, my silent companion and fellow spy, glanced at me from the driver's seat. “Your mission this time is to infiltrate the Charlotte's party.”

Years ago, Pudding had played me for a fool, her deceit staining our once-promising connection. Now, Dad spoke of arranged marriages and alliances as if my heart were just another piece on his chessboard.

But this party—just the mention of Blackbeard sent a chill down my spine. His name carried weight, a dark cloud looming over even the toughest of us.

“Blackbeard,” I repeated, feeling the gravity of his influence.

Pedro nodded gravely. “It’s risky, Sanji. But your father insists.”

“This is going to be one risky assignment. But we have no choice here. I don't know what Father's intentions are, but there's only one way to find out.”

As we returned home to prepare for the mission ahead, I braced myself for the storm brewing on the horizon.

Father greeted me with his usual stern demeanor, and I steeled myself for the conversation to come.

“Did Pedro brief you?” he asked, his eyes piercing through me.

“Yes, but I'm still unclear. Why him, Father? Going after Blackbeard will only stir up more trouble for us.”

“Indeed, but I've made a shocking discovery, son,” Father began, his voice low and intense. “Remember your accident years ago? Turns out that bastard was keeping tabs on you.”

He handed me a document, and as I scanned its contents, my blood ran cold. “Your mother was informed by her sister, Isolde—part of the Italian Mafia, by the way—that Blackbeard wanted to kill her as punishment for a bad trade.”

The revelation ignited a fire within me. “What's the plan, Father?”

Normal POV

Sanji arrived at the party venue dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, his disguise of choice for blending into the shadows. It was situations like these that made his job as an assassin all the more convenient. After all, who would suspect a blonde teenager of harboring such deadly secrets?

That's why they called him the Angel of Death—his presence unnoticed until it was too late. It was his double life, navigating the treacherous waters of high school by day and the dangerous underworld of espionage by night.

Being homeschooled had shielded him from prying eyes, but now, as he mingled with the crowd, he couldn't help but feel exposed. His father's decision to send him to high school had seemed odd at first, but then he met a certain Marimo—a certain Zoro—who added a new dimension to his life. But thoughts of Zoro had to wait; now wasn't the time.

To protect his family's secrets, Sanji had adopted a facade of silence, distancing himself from his peers. So imagine his surprise when he spotted Zoro standing next to who he suspected to be Mihawk Dracule—his own father. Mafia ties, it seemed, ran deeper than he'd realized. His mission to observe Blackbeard suddenly became more complicated.

As Zoro's gaze met his own, Sanji felt a flutter in his chest. What was he doing here? Before he could contemplate further, Mihawk approached him with boisterous greetings.

"Ah, Sanji! Look at you, all grown since the last time I saw ya!"

Zoro's glare didn't go unnoticed as he questioned their connection. Sanji, deciding it was time to drop the act, revealed his true self.

"Our fathers know each other. No big deal," he said with a nonchalant shrug.

Zoro's surprise at hearing Sanji speak was evident. "Why the silence in school, then?"

"Some secrets are best left hidden."

Zoro's attempt at lightening the mood with a joke about "sugar daddies" earned a chuckle from Sanji, though he quickly corrected the misunderstanding.

"Dad's driver, Pedro, is hardly a sugar daddy," Sanji retorted, the tension easing slightly.

Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of Helmeppo and Pudding, casting a shadow over the conversation. Zoro's protective gesture didn't go unnoticed by Sanji, who appreciated the support.

"The only losers I see here are you and your companion. Seriously, that suede suit? It's so outdated, it hurts my eyes. And don't even get me started on that princess outfit—it looks like something a child would wear to a tea party. Do yourselves a favor and upgrade your wardrobe, pronto."

With a well-timed insult, Zoro deflected the awkwardness, leaving Pudding and Helmeppo fuming as they retreated.

"Thanks," Sanji murmured, a hint of gratitude in his voice.

"Don't mention it," Zoro replied, the tension between them momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment.

"You know, you clean up nicely in a tux," Sanji observes. Zoro chuckles. "Funny, considering I despise formal wear. But since Papa Hawk insisted on dragging me here tonight, I had no choice."

Sanji nods, suspecting that Zoro's father wants to gradually introduce him to the Mafia world. "You look stunning tonight, Curlybrows. Quite the departure from your usual rocker look at school."

Sanji laughs, knowing Zoro would bring that up. "Oh, this? I enjoy dressing up. I don't attend many events like this, but when Dad needs a representative, I'm the go-to person. So I make sure to look my best."

"Your beauty truly shines when you're all polished, with minimal makeup," Sanji smirks. "Is it just me, or do you have a soft spot for blondes?"

"Maybe," Zoro replies.

Pedro watches their interaction with a grin. Compared to the other potential matches Judge had suggested for his son, this one feels different. The fact that Sanji chose Mihawk’s son over the others is significant.

He always knew Sanji had a type, but he never imagined it would be Mihawk’s handsome son. He immediately informs his boss.

"Boss, I think we might need to reconsider marrying Sanji off to that girl."

"Has someone caught his eye?"

"Mihawk’s son Zoro. He's at the party, and he and Sanji seem to have great chemistry."

"Is that so? Perhaps we should invite Mihawk and his son over to solidify the relationship, then."

At that moment, the party's host arrives, and fear grips Sanji as memories flood back, overwhelming him until everything goes blank.

This is the first part of the story. Things are heating up as you can see.

#one piece #sanji #zoro #zosan #fanfiction

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daeneryske · 1 year ago

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"Dustin?"

"Steve!" Dustin was peering at him through the gate in the trailer's ceiling. He stood on the kitchen floor just as Steve did, but he was directly overhead. Steve didn't think he'd ever get used to this freaky Upside Down shit. On Steve's side, the mattress meant to break their fall had been thrown aside, and the makeshift sheet rope they had used to pull themselves through the gate was missing.

"Dude, what're you—"

"Eddie's still out there!" Dustin called down, his face pale and panicked. "The bats got into the trailer, so he drew them away, please, you have to help him!"

Steve sighed, exasperated, waving Nancy and Robin into the trailer. "Oh, man, I told him if anything went wrong to—"

"He was trying to save me! He cut the rope so I couldn't come after him!"

"He cut the rope to be a pain in my ass," Steve mumbled irritably. This Munson character was more trouble than he was worth. Why the hell was Dustin so obsessed with him?

"Are you just gonna let him die?" Dustin yelled. "Is that what heroes do?"

Steve put his hands on his hips. "Low blow, dude."

"I'll go with you," said Nancy, checking the ammo in the sawed-off shotgun.

"No, you won't. That gun isn't gonna do shit against those bats, but if Vecna shows up . . . "

"Then I'll come," offered Robin.

"No. You're all staying here."

"Let me come," Dustin called from the ceiling. "I can help!"

"No, Jesus!" yelled Steve, irritated by the delays. "We don't have time for this, and neither does Munson! Do you want me to save this guy or not?"

"There's our hero," mocked Robin, clapping Steve on the back.

"Just stay put, will ya? And figure out a way to get back through this gate." Steve unslung his axe from his back and walked to the door of the trailer. "Stay here." It beared repeating; these guys weren't the best listeners.

"Hurry!" shrieked Dustin, his voice cracking.

"I'm trying to hurry!"

Axe in hand, Steve left the trailer.

A vast landscape of gray nothingness stretched before him, with red lightning looming in the distance. Which way?

Steve struck off straight ahead, following what he hoped were bike tire tracks in the dirt. He kept his eyes open for those demobats, or any other freaky monsters that might spawn in this hellhole. At least there weren't vines everywhere like there had been at the Creel house, so he didn't have to watch every step he took. Still, his heart raced, and he wondered how far Eddie had gotten on his bike. If these tracks were even him.

But after ten minutes or so, he spotted something in the gloomy distance. Ahead, somebody with long hair lay prone and bloody on the ground, next to a bicycle and surrounded by hundreds of bats that seemed to have just fallen dead. Just like the vines, Steve wondered. But just like the bats, Eddie wasn't moving. Shitshitshit—

Steve sprinted to Eddie and fell to his knees. "Munson? Eddie, come on dude, wake up." Steve shook Eddie roughly by the shoulder, holding his own breath. Eddie was splattered with blood, red and black, a mix of his own blood and the bats'. Steve almost retched, remembering how that rancid ink tasted.

"Eddie! Come on, Eddie—"

Eddie stirred, opening heavily lidded eyes.

"Steve?" His voice was raspy and weak.

Steve released a shaky sigh as intense relief washed over him. Somehow, Eddie was grinning up at him, showing each of his blood-stained teeth. His shirt was ripped to shreds, deep cuts showing basically all over his stomach, chest, and arms, and here he was smiling. What was wrong with this guy?

"Come on, man, we gotta get you outta here." Steve shoved an arm under Eddie and lifted his head and shoulders. Eddie hissed through his teeth and moaned. More blood oozed out of his wounds, and Eddie went limp in Steve's arms.

"Eddie?" Steve shook him.

But Eddie didn't budge. His mouth had gone slack, and Steve's heart sank—please don't be dead. He looked down to see that Eddie's ruined chest was still moving. But he was losing a lot of blood. Scanning the immediate area for supplies, Steve saw that there was nothing he could use as a bandage except his own shirt.

"Goddammit, Munson, if Dustin didn't like you so much . . . " he hissed to himself.

Tugging off the army jacket and camo shirt he'd gotten from the gun store, Steve hastily ripped the shirt into ragged strips. It was far from clean, but it would have to do.

Clumsily Steve wrapped the fabric as tight as he could around Eddie's waist and chest, manipulating Eddie's heavy limbs as needed like he was a lifeguard dummy. He tried to mimic what Nancy had done to him just the day before. She would've been so much better at this, but it would take twenty minutes to run to the trailer and back to get her. Eddie didn't have twenty minutes.

Steve was all Eddie had, and that had to be good enough.

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Read As the World Falls Down on AO3

Word count: 244k Rating: E Chapters: 36/36

Summary:

After saving Eddie from the Upside Down, Steve hides him at his house while the party concocts a plot to clear Eddie's name. What Steve doesn't expect is how much he likes hanging out with Eddie as they get to know each other.

Under the looming shadow of the Mind Flayer threatening to destroy Hawkins, Steve and Eddie realize they're each grappling with their own darkness, from Steve's father's impossible expectations to Eddie's feelings of worthlessness.

Their friendship develops into something more even as the party prepares to fight Vecna and his monsters one last time. Steve must decide if he's ready to shrug off the rigid roles assigned to him and become his own person. Eddie must learn to embrace what Steve has been trying to show him every day since nearly dying: that he's worth saving.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steve and eddie

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goosewriting · 11 months ago

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i can't believe my brain finally, finally let me have a cal kestis appearance in my dream last night and it was the saddest most heart-wrenching thing ever 😩 my dreams are crazy, detailed and elaborate so this will get long lol if you feel like reading, go ahead, it's real "reader falls into an alternate universe and needs to find their way back" fic material 😂

btw if any of you ever have dreams with your blorbos i'd love to read it so feel free to honk in my inbox c:

so it kinda went back and forth between two different dreams i'm pretty sure. one playing at the university library and the other playing somewhere else. in the library one i was at a table with some classmates, working on our assignments, but there were also some people i know from elsewhere and we started arguing over something. then there was this girl who had lost something and i tried to talk her through how to get to the lost & found, giving the wildest (and very wrong) directions.

the other dream started in the middle of a yellow field of tall grass, where train tracks ran through from one side of the horizon to the other, nothing else to see. when the train came, it was massive, and i was participating in a heist of sorts. we (still don't know who the other people were) were successful i think, because the train derailed and we looted it. I think there was some big boss mastermind somewhere who told us what to do and we were all scared of her lol

so i don't exactly remember what happened after the heist, but the thing is there were these jumps between the dreams where in one i was this badass agent of whatever and doing cool stuff, and in the other i was "real me" in this world doing mundane things. although at some point i'm pretty sure i suddenly was an estate agent trying to set everything up for a visit except that the house was made of cardboard, but that's beside the point 😂 the scenarios from the library timeline i'm pretty sure happened not only somewhere else but in a different time altogether.

at one point, the events of the heist dream kinda come to its peak, and i now find myself in a big room (in hindsight i think it was the archives on jedha from the survivor game?) and somewhere in the air there's a bucket-shaped thing that's swallowing everything around it in a whirlwind, essentially ripping apart time and space. and as it turns out, cal has been there the whole time, and we were actually fighting together and stuff. but now that the bucket is about to shred the fabric of reality, we have to do something. and for some reason the plan of action is that i have to travel to a different universe. we (cal, me, and some other people idk) were all standing at a holotable looking at a map displaying different planets and universes and stuff (again, in hindsight, very web of life and destiny like. i just mashed everything together here it seems xD). and the reasoning in my head went like this: the planet we find ourselves on at this moment is not necessarily star wars canon and is outside of the known parts of the galaxy. so even if i do find my way back to this universe (which i was sure i could do, somehow) i still have no means to contact cal and or even find the planet again. so the search would take quite a while.

and there isn't enough time for us to set up a meeting point and time or anything because of the imminent danger. someone is already dragging me back to the bucket to be sucked into next wednesday or whatever, but i go up to cal one last time and he gives me the strongest hug and omg i didn't wanna let go. at this point i 'm in tears and as someone once again pulls me away and drags me off, i call to him "i will find you" and then everything goes black.

it's so lame i know but i legit woke up with a hole in my heart ;-;

my conclusion is that after leaving that place, the time and space travel kinda wiped my mind so i started a new life (the one at the library and the cardboard house) and completely forgot about cal :'( eventually i'd get snippets of memories, which is why the dream kept jumping back and forth, but i probably just thought they were daydreams or whatever, not my own memories. now that's some meta angst man.

oh and also at some point there were gorillas that shapeshifted into smaller versions of themselves with wings to fly around, and everyone was absolutely okay with that except that they were aggressive so they didn't like them. how that ties into any part of the dream i couldn't tell you but it was just a striking image to see these giant apes suddenly become small and flutter around shdjddkd

#goose honks #not that i plan on writing about my dreams too often here but i'll start a tag just in case lol #goose delulu dreams #my brain better give me more star wars content >:(

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sheepcomposition · 9 months ago

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Go ahead, kill yourself.

Kill me too while you're at it,

I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna tear my skin off,

and I'm going to brandish it towards you.

I will dangle it inches from your nostrils.

You will smell the blood, the tang of it on your tongue.

You'll watch the blood drip in rivets down my neck and to my heart

circling it and sinking in. A venom that grasps and clenches.

Fingertips grab hold of my face, they fall deep between the fiber of my muscles and veins.

Some snap and a scrape of bone against nail sends a shiver down your spine.

A bubble in your gut grabs hold of your face and forces your jaw open.

Kill yourself, kill yourself. Kill me too.

Stars appear in your eyes as our heads bang together. There's a dip in your eyes and in a blink,

you see my eyes gloss over. Do I have eyes anymore? You blink again. You're seeing double.

I want to rip the both of us to shreds. I want you to understand how much this hurts.

Fucking kill yourself. Fucking kill yourself, go ahead. Kill me. You're killing me. You want me dead.

Why the fuck do I ever care.

#long #mine #01/16/24 #damn was i angry when i wrote this one. 😁#queued

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kobblefort · 2 years ago

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Rushsly: Second Cavern Arc 2

Our stockkeeper (remember her? fuck dude, I don't) apparently threw herself into the fray, and for her troubles gets her clothes rips to shreds and a steel spear jammed in her gut. I have no idea why the fuck she was there, she's not in the military, I would really fucking prefer it if she was not there but I guess she just sort of decided to join in. Awesome.

Our main doctor throws himself into the fray, too - ideally he's just there to rescue anyone who gets hurt in the conflict, but then he ends up charging ahead of the soldiers like he's the fucking vanguard. And because that wasn't fucking chaotic enough...

Shislik gives birth to twins. Yes, right there, in the middle of the fucking battle.

It does not slow her down.

It's over.

The only one to take any serious scrapes was Aslas Spoilsutters, who lost her tail, fractured her spleen (I don't understand how you fracture an organ but ok...) and lost the ability to stand. I'm not sure if she'll pull through. I hope so. I need to figure out what the hell she was actually doing getting involved in the first place. For now, there's cleanup to be done.

Ace chalked up another four. And with her literally-just-born babies in tow, all she wants to do is keep sparring. Shycla Cystnoble, her sparring partner du jour, got her own first kill in the melee, as did Rias Squarelauds, a fellow swordmaster.

Most promising of the new recruits is Saraz Fishedpraise, who scored just as many kills as the Beast Slayer herself, and is already a competent spearbold and skilled striker in barely any time at all. Maybe some day he'll be a proper Beast Slayer himself - I'm noting down that he likes talc, electrum, moonstones, and... green glass? Well I don't know where to get talc or how to make electrum but he really ended up in the right fucking place for green glass. And as you can see in that screenshot, Aslas is up and moving again. She's a bit faint, and she'll need a billon crutch to get around, but she can get right back to keeping stock of the kobble economy, with losing her entire tail barely registering as a hiccup.

I can't be sure how many of these were actually killed in the ambush, rather than earlier by the forgotten beasts as they rampaged through the first cavern layer, but on top of those, we have an additional 4 caged prisoners who, after the failure of the arena idea, we are simply just going to throw down a big hole so that they die, as is apparently our custom now. And just like that, besides - or, well, maybe including - the giant eyeless lobster lurking in the depths, things just go right back to normal. And so, with just a bit of greed in my heart, I decide it might be a good time to dig down to elevation -100 - out of a total of 129. The chances get higher and higher of running into "Hidden Fun Stuff" with each level, so if you're concerned about endgame spoilers, I won't be offended if you tap out. It seems a bit early to be saying "endgame," considering our fort isn't even populated with 100 kobbles yet, much less the Winged One and their entourage, but most forts simply do not survive cracking into their first big adamantite vein. I have a good feeling about Rushsly, but my intuition is often wrong. And while nothing happens when we hit the depths...

On the first cavern layer again, a big-ass bird with "deadly blood" arrives. Hyahyata the Deep. I'm not busting out the MS Paint effortmode for this one, its name isn't cool enough, sorry. We've near-completely closed off the first layer after the olm men ambush, besides two barred-shut doors - glass doors, again, unfortunately, but they should hold well enough against a creature with literally hollow bones. This will be another fight for the marksbold squadron, and we're straight to work fortifying another position to fire upon it from. It flutters around the cavern wildly, but doesn't seem to have caught the kobbles' scent or anything.

We quickly carve out a turret, station the marksbolds and have them wait just a moment for it to fly by, and when it does -

A single shot from Dralas Containedbanded tears through the great bird's wing, sending it careening around 20 Z-levels down, where it splatters into pieces upon hitting the ground.

Well, congratulations to our newest Beast Slayer. He'll need a room built right away - though both aluminum and orpiment only occur near magma, which besides the filthy bit of cheating I did way back at the start, still hasn't been discovered anywhere in the 112 Z-levels we've explored (from the highest bird tower, 7 to the lowest mine shaft, 105 - yeah I went a little deeper than I said I would.) In fact, in the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress aluminum is tied with platinum for the second most valuable metal. I really prefer hooking up my Beast Slayers with their preferred elements, but it seems like even if we find some all the way at the very bottom of the earth, it'll be a chore to get it back up and smelted. But fuck it, this whole game is about chores anyway. You do chores so that your funny little computer screen characters can do more chores. Let's keep digging. Alllll the way down to 115, why the hell not?

And then we breach the third and final cavern layer. Beyond this can surely only be Hidden Fun Stuff. Starting to feel a bit stupid for calling this the 'Second Cavern Arc,' LOL!!!!!! But it's fine. We'll seal up the hole quickly and set about safely surveying the area. And, obviously, getting some aluminum for our troubles would be really nice.

All the way up on the surface, another one of these dumbfucks gets caught by the Bird Tower.

A lot more than one, actually, but they get scared and fucking scatter when they see the armadillo that just sort of lives outside our gates... roll up into a ball and unroll a couple times.

Fuck, it's actually a whole-ass ambush though!! The clever bastards managed to trick us into sending out our main force instead of hunkering down. Well, any kobble worth their weight in rocks can appreciate a good trap. The question is, will they regret it, or will we?

I wish I could rewind the game to capture GIFs sometimes, because one of the ratfolk literally exploded into a shower of its constituent parts like a firework.

Yeah I think they're the ones who regret it. Though in the fray, we noticed some gnoll thieves among their ranks - the ratfolk making any kind of alliances is obviously troublesome, and we don't know whether the gnolls will prove any tougher than the ratfolk. And oh shit

Zil Dentedleaks took a nasty injury in the fray, and awaits rescue by its fellow it/its bitch Kody Inkblighted, who doesnt even finish its drink before heading over to carry Zil to the hospital.

Zhag Gillpoker, one of the newer recruits, took a nasty scrape himself, and so they'll be keeping each other company in the hospital.

Closer analysis reveals Zil might have gotten hurt a lot worse than we initially thought - having your spine and its nervous tissue "torn apart" seems like the kind of injury that could end a career entirely. Though it and Zhag are both up within just a few days - Zil with a crutch - and they attempt to get straight back to training.

But winter is a time of rest for the kobbles, and so they're finally taken off duty for the season. Around just the same time, a farmers' guild is established, and they petition for a guildhall to organize in.

It's really no bother at all. You want a guild hall? Here, have a grand one. Zinc, iron and crystal glass floors with a platinum accent in the middle. Detailed billon walls and a gold pillar at the entrance. Worth a whopping 12706 whatever-the-symbol-is whatever-the-currency-means-eroo's. Go nuts guys I don't give a shit. We're rich

Shycla decides what she'll do with her free time is stand around the site of the carnage and just think about stories she's been told.

And just like that, we're suddenly very busy.

We've got more than a few gold and platinum crafts to start passing around to all these lovely guests. But the trading will have to wait for next time, because this has been quite an exciting, information-dense session and I can feel my brain overheating a little bit. Next time we'll be buying some crap (if anything is worth buying,) surveying the final cavern layer and building Dralas a nice Beast Slayer bedroom. And much like an episode of Mobile Suit Gundam that lulls you into a false sense of confidence, I'm going to end this episode by randomly blurting out WHO WILL SURVIVE???

#dwarf fortress #kobblefort

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vocalyrics · 4 months ago

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A Living Hell Within A Dream - Translyrics

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The clock's second hand is

Forced to hurry more and more,

All twenty-one grams of

The soul, sharpening to the core.

I'm sure on the gallows

Is where I am left standing.

If I lose my footing,

Then I will be left hanging.

“Hey, tell me, when, just when

Will you find what you seek?”

“Hope” has always been whispering in my ear.

“You must hurry on.

You must not be weak.”

My heartbeat has always been loud and clear.

All this time until now,

I've been running on bare feet.

I will continue to run,

Just what might lie ahead of me?

Rip those magical hands apart!

Everything I held close to my heart

Has already been torn to shreds!

Even the hand that wiped away my tears.

Crack and shatter this new reality!

After all, you can't really guarantee

That a thing like that doesn't exist!

Yes, that's the sort of dream that I live.

I wonder, is this hell?

I'm not sure what this place is.

All I see in front of me

Are skulls with the same faces.

If you're feeling tired,

Lay down now, please, go ahead,

Rest on this warm pile

Of the ashes of the dead.

“Ah! No, you can't do this,

You must keep going!”

“Hope” has always been watching me, despite it all.

“There's no time to stop!

No place for resting!”

Before I knew, the words spilled from my mouth.

All this time until now,

I've been running on bare feet.

I will continue to run,

How long is the path before me?

Let's cut down all these strings of destiny!

Even the ending I wanted so badly

Has already been torn to shreds!

And so are your hands, that I held in mine.

Corpses, let's dance, forget all our woes!

After all, there's no one who really knows

If a thing like that exists or not!

So, with that sound ringing out, now–

Rip those magical hands apart!

Crack and shatter the door to the underworld!

“It's alright. It's all alright.”

Yes, that's right. I must continue to run.

Rip those magical hands apart!

Everything I held close to my heart

Has already been torn to shreds!

Even the hand that wiped away my tears.

Crack and shatter this new reality!

After all, you can't really guarantee

That a thing like that doesn't exist!

Yes, that's the sort of dream that I live.

Let's cut down all these strings of destiny!

Even the ending I wanted so badly

Has already been torn to shreds!

And so are your hands, that I held in mine.

Corpses, let's dance, forget all our woes!

After all, there's no one who really knows

That a thing like that doesn't exist!

And yet here we are, in this living hell.

#translyrics #a living hell within a dream #xitoo #shitoo #hatsune miku #vocaloid #Youtube

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 1 year ago

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was it even real?

cuz we aren’t talking anymore and all i hear r my own thoughts n im ripped to shreds. my mind my body. n im on new meds.

memories replay like my favorite song, you. we slept cheek to cheek some nights. imprinting on each others faces, a reflection of one another like the sun in clear water. n i cherished the silence we’d share on the couch hung up by brick cinder mortar.

mortified, am i. at the words we spewed like the poison i shoulda fed the mice in my bedroom. but instead we were so careful. when they were eating our food,..keeping us awake at nite.n u say u never made me stay but i stayed and i stayed cuz i didn’t know any other way. loving you was never an option. can we take back the things we said? i said i hated you but i can’t say i didn’t mean it. i just wish i never felt this. this unexpected story, fantasy like love …. turned into anguish. i can only hold on to myself now. and everyone around me at a distance. so go ahead. with ur life. will u ever be unlearning those patterns, all those lies. just keep burning away at the hearts of those around you, never ceasing to take a moment for yourself. to reflect on the forest fire u left in me. i always told you the same thing. you were a flame that ignited, burned so exhubrent.. bright as fuck in my life. and u eagerly took everything with you, a powerful force… i never thought i could let u go. but i will..let u go..,even so u culd blame me for all of this at the end of the day n not urself. u could never say i never loved u at all bc of what im doing now.

and all i wanna kno if it was real, any of it at all. or was my face, the last 6 months of my time just a mere distraction from ur convoluted mind. i told u not to idealize me. tht im just another fucked up they looking for my own peace of mind. i wasnt an answer to ur problems. i was neither a hallelujah or a hymn. so, was any of this real? or was i just a beautiful waste. culd u copy n paste. the moments we shared with another person n still feel all the same. triple dog dare u to fuck a stranger n forget me. cum to my look alikes til u cry when u climax. when u orgasm what do u reminisce and who lingers on ur tongue, who do you really taste? i remember all of ur moans and all the looks on ur face. ur hand covering ur eyes throwing ur head back when i ate it. ur grin and wise smirk as my legs would be shaking. u said i wuldnt get u back this time as my bags were already packed. but the door’s already shut and baby im already gone.

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Superman: Rise of Isis (Henry Cavill/Superman Fanfic) Chapter 26: To Sedona (FLASH POV)

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FLASH POV

Looking around the Flying Fox, Batman's aircraft, made me feel like a kid in a candy store. So much I wanted to look at and touch, but not really allowed to. I read the hell out of everything though.

I see smaller craft, too. There was a small jet, a few motorcycles that looked like they were on steroids and a small but equally jacked up race boat. I already knew none of this was for me. I'm fast on my own, right? Still, I'd like toys to play with sometime.

I stand in the cockpit, marveling the tech as the Fox rises over Grand Canyon. For some reason they almost look like they belong together in the mists and shadows. Cyborg is steering the ship from the co-pilot's chair as it slowly moves over the majesty and begins its journey to Sedona. Batman is doing some sort of check. I can see graphics of different craft on board coming up on his screen.

"It is too quiet."

I look over to see Isis standing behind Batman's pilot seat, gently grasping the leather back of it. She stares ahead. "I can feel him...and others."

Cyborg and Batman share a glance and nod.

"We're ready," Batman growls. "We will get you to your temple."

The canyon and greenery suddenly turns into desert and tumbleweeds, completely flat land. It looks like it stretches forever, but then I find relief in that. Away from the roads now there is barely life in sight. The next thing I see is a city and airport and Batman shoots past.

"Got to get away from people," he mutters, taking a decisive turn deeper into the desert.

I got it. He was setting the battlefield.

It felt like the calm before the storm, my heart starts pumping, and then, it happens. A visual pops up on the screen.

"Aircraft closing in fast," Cyborg reports from the co-pilot's seat.

"Is that Australian?" I ask, looking at it.

"It's Lex Luthor's, according to my intel," Batman rises and Cyborg takes the chair. "called the Lexwing. Vince?"

"All craft are in bays and ready," Cyborg nods.

"Let's go."

We get to the bays just in time to see a screen pop up and watch the Lexwing fall out of the sky and in pursuit. Shots are fired, but our forcefields absorb the blows without incident.

"Taking fire at the stern," Cyborg reports over the intercom. "Returning fire in five...."

"To the transports!" Batman roars.

"Four..."

I watch Isis, Superman and the Green Guy stand at the bay doors, ready to fly. Batman is on a mortorcycle, but he's got a pack on his back.

"Three...."

Wonder Woman swings onto her motorcycle which also has a spot for her sword and shield, and Aquaman swings on one as well. I notice how different his is.

"Two."

It even has a holding mechanism for his staff. I want to see what that does.

"Come on, Kid, save your strength," Aquaman nods.

"One."

I speed to the cycle and get on.

"Opening hatch. Good luck."

Isis and Superman take off first, then Green Lantern. All wheels are on the ground now, heading through unpopulated desert toward Sedona. I look back to the Lexwing in pursuit and then its ramp opened. Deathstroke hits the ground riding on a motorcycle in lead of some sort of army and I catch a glimpse of Batman slowing down to let him catch him. The two play the wildest game of chicken I ever saw, daring each other to come closer to collision with each other and anything else that lay in their path, including soldiers which came out of the Lexwing on wheels, each bike having two men. The back ones were dangerous, diving and firing at us.

I get excited. This is when I get to see the old man work.

Batman is trying to get to Deathstroke, but this small armada keeps getting in his way. The first cycle was simple; an actual lance shot out from the bike simply flipping it and its passengers. The second bike that engaged him he threw some sort of spikes in their path that exploded on contact, ripping the wheels to shreds no matter what they were made of. Others try to tail, but he's going fast, even for him.

"Hold this!" Aquaman yells, and joins the battle, positioned behind Batman.

I give a cry of excitement. "I'm driving a Batcycle!" I breathe. I turn around to watch the mix up. Water might be Aquaman's thing, but he can fight, leaving Lex's soldiers to either face off against him or swerve around and avoid him. Batman keeps moving forward as he chases the metal guy. Where is he going?

Aquaman looks past me and frowns. He fights his way to me, and gets on the front of the cycle again.

"Kal!" Isis cries.

I look up and see Superman and Sethos fighting, exchanging blows and rolling in the air. It looks like Deathstroke could try to join the fray. That looks like a jetpack he's got on his back!

Suddenly out of nowhere I see a woman appear. I swallow hard, realizing she teleported.

"Circe!" Wonder Woman cries out angrily. Apparently they have a past.

"Yes, bring my weapons!" Circe smiles, goading her.

Wonder Woman gets ready to fly off her cycle when Cheetah knocks her off her bike.

Super speed? That'd be me. I never fought before, but maybe a little shove.

"Do it."

I look at Aquaman. Evidently he saw me thinking about it.

"You got this."

I jump off the bike and go into a full out run. I see Red Rock State Park ahead...but it's not the only thing red. That's fire! I give Cheetah a shove and she cries out in outrage. Wonder Woman gives a nod of thanks as Cheetah gets up to run, but now I am on her heels.

"Circe!" Cheetah yells. "A little help?!"

Circe teleports into my path. "Rat, rabbit or snake?" She summons her magic.

Suddenly I am enveloped in green and moved quickly as Circe's power lands on one of their own soldiers, turning him into a....a rabbit?!

Circe lets out a scream of outrage and aims for Green Lantern, only to be thwarted by Isis. She flies in the path of the magic, which has no effect on her. Floating just above the ground and off guard, she is attacked by Cheetah from behind.

"Hey, watch where you're goin'!" Cheetah tries to take the staff away from Isis but Wonder Woman uses her lasso like a whip and sends Cheetah packing. "GO!"

Isis takes to the skies and starts heading for Sedona, but up ahead I see red, and not red rock. It's fire! She pushes forward, and we see Firefly, standing with her hand on her hip and admiring her own work.

"She's mine," Aquaman growls. "Vic, give me a lift!"

The Flying Fox flies low and takes Aquaman, cycle and all over the flames. I close in on Cheetah, and grab her.

"I didn't-know-you cared!" Cheetah grunts, throwing me over her shoulder. I land quickly and turn, holding her from behind, and spin with her....really spin with her. I hear her scream but I hold on tight, and even though she is strong, the dizziness is messing with her senses. I hear her groan and smile. If she ate lunch this could be bad. Hearing the sound that tells me she may puke, I let her go and run circles around her. She collapses against the walls of the hole I made for her.

"Just sleep it off, okay? It's better this way." I take off, now with the idea of running a trench that stops what is left of the army from advancing. Green Lantern comes and powers them toward the deep trench and they can't get away from the ship. After they fall in, I run to the Fox, which has returned from dropping Aquaman up ahead. I see the hatch open and run inside to join Cyborg in the cockpit for the perfect view.

Circe and Wonder Woman are still fighting. Wonder Woman thwarts her magic with the shield, sword and her gauntlets. Circe is teleporting around her to try to find a blind spot but Wonder Woman has great senses. Finally Wonder Woman hits her with a shield, drawing blood and sending her rolling. Wonder Woman unhooks her lasso and just as she gets within arm's reach, Circe disappears.

The Flying Fox picks up another passenger.

"Damn," Wonder Woman seethes. "I haven't seen the last of her. Victor, keep infrared and scanner open, please."

Cyborg nods and we all stand looking at the window, mouths agape at the sight of a wall of water extinguishing the wall of flame with Aquaman on the bike turned jetski and returning from whence it came. Firefly stands completely drenched, and we watch Aquaman yank her fire weapon away from her and stride toward the cycle.

"Aquaman?" Cyborg says into the comm.

"All good, brother, gonna patrol the river, make sure there are no troublemakers that way."

"We'll sweep for anymore of Luthor's men," Wonder Woman says. "See you at the temple."

I look ahead and see Deathstroke and Batman abandon their bikes and take to the air. Do they know each other that well? I wish I had the guts to ask.

"Whoa."

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Crying Some Sense

Lucifer x MC

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Prompt: "No, don't cry, I hate it when you cry."

Description: Lucifer has been put under house arrest and has been keeping himself in his office. His brothers and MC are worried, so they devise a plan to pull him out.

Warning: angst, slightly fluffy ending, Changing and possible spoiling of events from Lesson 14, there is also some threatening language so be weary of that

Levi and Mammon walk behind MC. They trudged through the damp grass behind the House of Lamentations as the sun begins to set.

"So are you sure this is going to work?" MC's voice sounds skeptical. Mammon's grand plan to get Lucifer out of the house while under arrest was for MC to touch the Grimoire Luke had picked up a few weeks earlier. This would have been easy, but recently it was moved to the mausoleum, where a certain three headed dog that only listened to Lucifer watched over it.

Mammon flashes them a smile, nodding as he walked, "Of course, ya touch it and he'll come bursting out of his office and we can talk about everything."

"Yeah, burstings right." Levi mumbled to himself before his voice began to raise, "Bursting with anger-" Levi is silence by his brother's hand as MC turns around.

"What did Levi say?" Fear filled their eyes as they watched Levi struggle in Mammon's grip.

"He just said, he'll be bursting with excitement! That's all!" His words are followed by an unconvincing laugh. MC stares at the two unconvinced before turning around. When MC starts walking again, Mammon smacks Levi's shoulder and whisper yells, "Keep your mouth shut. We don't need them freaking out even more."

Levi's eyes widened at his older brother as he whispered back, "You know it's true! Are you just going to throw them in front of Lucifer without telling them how mad he will be!?"

Mammon shushes him before checking on MC. As the wind began to howl, he answered his brother, "I was gonna figure that out when we got there. Now come on!"

Mammon grabbed Levi's arm and pulled him forward as they began to catch a glimpse of the rest of the party.

Within seconds the three were standing before Beel, Asmo, and Satan. It had become dark in the time it took Levi, Mammon, and MC to reach the outside of the mausoleum gates.

The wind began to whip around them fiercely as Asmo spoke, "Are you ready to talk to Lucifer?" His voice sounded sweet against the harsh wind.

"I-I think so." MC voice stuttered as the began to shiver against the cold night air.

When Beel heard their voice stutter, he walked over to them giving MC his jacket, "You know what to talk about, right?"

MC nodded at the tall demon, "I need to ask him about Belphie."

Satan nodded with a smile, "Correct. We'll be close by making sure Cerebrus stays out of your hair."

MC looked around, as best as they could in the dark, at all the brothers. Across everyone's faces was the same expression of sadness. These demons standing before them knew something that they did not and that terrified MC to their core.

Before long, Mammon's booming voice interrupted their thoughts, "Alright, let's get this show on the road."

The Brothers led the way as MC walked behind them. The group was silent. A solemn, anxious air surrounded them as each foot crunched the grass below.

As they approached the entrance, Beel began to fall back and walk next to MC. He seemed anxious as well. This wasn't the first time MC had seem the gentle giant worry, but this was by far the worst it has ever been.

They glanced over and could see him playing with his fingers and sneaking glances at them as if he wanted to say something.

To ease his nerves, MC began the conversation, "Are you excited that you could see your twin again?"

A contented smiles passed Beel's face at MC's words, "Yeah... It really means a lot to me- to us. That you are doing this. That you are bringing our family back together."

MC smiled back. Beel's words warmed MC's heart and made the chills raking their body stop for just a moment, "It's the least I can do."

As MC finishes speaking, Mammon's voice yells over the wind to the group, "We're here."

Beel jogs up to the front of the group next to Mammon. The two begin to open the ornate stone doors leading into the mausoleum. Once the doors are pulled back, light floods their eyes blinding them for a second as they gaze into the cavernous tomb.

Mammon stands in the doorway puffing his chest and looking around to his brothers before he begins to speak once again.

"Asmo, Satan," He points to the pair, "You two go to the left and search for Cerebrus." He then gestures to the other two brothers and himself, "Levi, Beel, and I will go to the right." Mammon then turns his gaze from his brothers to MC, that sullen expression taking over his face once again. He walks up to them, gently placing his hand on their shoulders.

"You go dead center. Don't look back. Don't stop. No matter what you hear. You run to that book." As MC stared into his eyes they could see tears begin to prick the corners before he turned away saying, "Everyone got it?"

A resounding yes was heard and the group made their way in. They walked down a set of grand stone stairs.

MC stopped on the last stair as all the brothers looked at them. Asmo walked up to them grabbing their hands and speaking to them, "You wait here until you can't see us anymore. Then you start running." He looked into their eyes as he bent down and laid a gentle kiss on their hands.

All the Brothers looked at MC with sad eyes. Slowly they went up to them one at a time giving hugs and words of encouragement.

After all of their hugs were given, they split up and began to walk in different directions. MC stood and watched the brothers slowly disappear from their view until they were alone.

They stepped down gently taking a deep breath, before they began to sprint straight ahead.

As they ran, they could hear the pitter patter of soft feet to their left. The sound was then followed by a shout, "Over here, Cerebrus!" The voice sounded like Satan in the distance.

MC kept running as resounding shouts began to surround them on both sides. Mammon, Levi, Beel, Asmo, and Satan were all heard. Their voices seemed to echo off the walls and it became indistinguishable which side they were coming from.

After 5 minutes their legs began to burn as a statue came into view. They slowed before taking a breath and staring at the beautiful figure.

The towering statue was a young woman. Her face was solemn as her wings spread out from her back as if they were sheltering her. Her head was bent down and he hands were extended, almost as if she was giving an offering. In her hands, sat a black book.

"This must be the Grimoire everyone talked about." Their voice echoed in the mass of sound.

MC stepped closer inspecting the book. The black cover was made out of leather that had begun to crack. While the pages were thick and beginning to yellow creating a stark contrast of color.

They reached out their hands grabbing the book before looking around for the demon they came here to see.

The screaming that once filled the giant space stopped along with the sound of paws smacking against the floor. Everything was silent.

While waiting for something or someone to appear, MC became curious as to the books contents and began to flip through the pages.

As the pages fell open with a crinkle, the ground began to shake beneath them tearing their attention away from the Grimoire.

They looked up, before them stood Lucifer in his demon form. The ground below him was cracked and dust settled around him.

His gaze and aura is one of anger and determination as he begins to walk closer to MC.

"I see that you can't listen." His voice is steady and stern as he approaches.

MC's voice feels caught in their throat as they begin to step back to add some distance. As they did this, they shut the book and clutched it to their chest.

"I tell you to never touch this book, and yet here you are disobeying me once again." His eyes begin to flare red as MC hits the statue's hands, crawling on them to get away.

"Do you even know who I am? Do you know what you are defacing?" His expression looks crazed as his teeth become bared as he speaks.

MC finally finds their voice as they stare into his eyes, "I did this to help you. I wanted to talk about-"

"Help me!? You think this is helping me. Putting my entire family in danger just to get my attention." His voices raises to an ear piercing level as he continues, "Well now you have it!"

Silence once again overtakes the mausoleum as they stare into each other's eyes, "Oh? Now the mighty human is scared of me? It's too late for that."

Lucifer's bears his fangs and begins to reach for MC's body as they recoil deeper into the hands of the statue. They covered their face with their arms and squeeze their eyes shut bracing for impact.

Tears begin to prick the corners of their eyes and a sob shakes their body. They expect to feel an immeasurable amount of pain at the hands of one of their caretakers, but it never comes.

Slowly, MC peaks out from their curled up position to get a glimpse at the demon before them. His fangs are retracted and his demon form is gone as he stares wide eyed at the human.

They stare at him in the eyes as tears roll down their cheeks in droves.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Please no, don't cry, I hate it when you cry." They watched as one of the most powerful demons in all of the Devildom, the very demon that was about to rip them to shreds mere seconds ago, gently pulls them into his chest. He wraps his arms around their midsection like he had done before. He cradled their body delicately in his arms as if he was holding a glass sculpture.

MC listens to his heart beat thump erratically against one ear as he whispers in the other, "I never should have said that. I shouldn't have lashed out at you." He pauses, and MC can hear his heart's pace slow.

"I am just, so worried about Belphie. There is so much I still need to do to fix that problem. I thought, you were just going to make things worse."

He pulls them closer to his chest and MC feels hot tears fall onto their head, "How stupid am I, to let my rage overtake me and almost risk losing you as well."

MC's tears have slowed, but at his words, another river of them begins to trickle out. The two continue to cry in each other's arms for hours as they try to not only fix the problem, but work out their emotions.

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dinogoofy · 3 years ago

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HEELLOOO

Below is a snippet of a fic I've been working on on-and-off the past few months, but this snipp of it was just too good not to share. For reference, this fic is a friends to lovers to enemies fic focused around Shang Tsung back when he first betrays eathrealm and Raiden.

TW Tho!!! This is very bloody, sad, and gory. Angst/no comfort fam. Reader is fem.

Please read it and tell me what you think!!

His blood ran cold.

“What did you say?”

“We-” The soldier gulped, terrified out of his wits. He deserved to be, Shang Tsung thought.

“The sorceress is dead, My lord. We took care of her.” The other speaks up. He holds out your bloodstained amulet, the one he gave you years ago. The once you wore into battle even when you were fighting each other.

Shang Tsung feels his stone cold heart split in the most painful, guttural, bloody way. His face goes pale. He wants to throw up, but instead his hand forms a fist, and he starts to shake out of anger. The soldiers in front of him start to shrink away from pure, raw, fear.

He wanted to say something. He wanted to call them fools. To ask them what the FUCK they were thinking. Yell at them and slaughter them on the spot for going against his fucking rules. They weren’t supposed to kill you. They weren’t. They weren’t. They shouldn’t have killed you. They shouldn’t have TOUCHED you. How the fuck did they manage to kill you, his only equal in witts and strength. How-

Shang Tsung is overcome with anguish, but instead of falling to his knees, or sobbing, he raises a hand to the soldiers. He takes the amulet, and then rips their soul out of their bodies in the most painful way he knew how. He watches their bodies shred under the magic. He revels in their cries of pain as they slowly die.

It was his fault.

He let you die.

He had forgotten that he had removed your magic, temporarily, to keep you from defying him further. Too keep you away from meddling in his war.

And like the fool he was, he left you on a battlefield without any way to defend yourself.

Shang Tsung let the bodies become a horrific slush of meat and bones before him.

He let you die.

"You've been learning the forbidden scrolls." You had said, frozen in disbelief as it all clicked together. The secrecy, the avoidance. His new lies and arrogance. Your eyes searched his own, and he saw them wrench in agony when he realized he was caught. Shang Tsung stayed silent for a moment, moving to sit you down, but you held onto his arms, refusing.

"It wouldn't have been written if it shouldn't have been learned." He replied to you, almost deperate to make you understand, but not willing to let it show through his voice. You shook your head, tears pin pricking at your waterline. You used his arms again to steady yourself, and took a step back. He held back the urge to follow your touch as you stepped away from him.

"You're wrong. They're dangerous. They hurt people. Fuck! Shang Tsung what are you thinking? They will hurt you!" He had scowled at you then, shaking his head. He was disappointed in your rule-abiding nature. Always one to stick to the morals set for the two of you by gods who never knew desperation a day in their life.

"What does it matter? We're about to enter a killing contest. Our spells hurt people anyway. My priority is keeping myself alive." He spoke sternly. "Yours should be too. I could teach you-"

"No." His scowl grew when you interrupted him. He loved you with everything in him, but he believed you to be a fool to be so closed minded to the magic he was studying. You had so much potential, squandered by morals you were convinced to follow.

"We need to be self-sufficient from these Gods, love. Do you think they'd try to save us from the battlefield?" He said, fire burning in his chest. "We are chosen to be death fodder for the generations ahead of us, so why not try to be stronger than the gods themselves-" He cut himself off. He's said too much.

"... what?" You asked, appaled, terrified. He never wanted to see fear in your eyes. He shaked his head, and stepped closer to hold you close, pressing his forehead to your own.

"Power is everything. Power will save us. Save you, if you want it to. I will do anything to obtain that kind of power." You went silent, and he can tell you were thinking on his words intently.

"Even lose me?" You had asked after a long pause. Shang Tsung's breath caught in his through, appaled you would even think of such a thing.

"No. No love. I'd never lose you."

He had always been a liar. Even when he truly meant the words he spoke.

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years ago

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All You Can Eat (7)

Summary: A werewolf acts out and crosses a line. Feelings are hurt and choices must be made. Things develop unexpectedly. Is it for the best?

Pairings: Siren!Reader x (Vampire!Ari Levinson, Vampire!Bucky, Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. No smut this chapter. Plot development for now. the murder of werewolves, some angst with Ransom being Ransom, heavy on the profanity and mean name calling, the bastardization of omegaverse dynamics and werewolf tropes, use of vampire compulsion and siren songs to abduct and manipulate humans, the implied murder of humans

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: There was a very sweet anon that left me an even sweeter Secret Santa letter on another's blog. I'm so grateful that many of you have found some type of enjoyment through my stories. I hope you all have a great holiday season and may the year ahead be filled with moments of joy for us all and many more stories to share. I love you, my darlings. Truly.

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Ransom was a brat through and through. Having been spoiled with money and privilege since birth tended to give someone a sense of entitlement and superiority. He's never had to share since he was an only child and being an alpha from a renowned pack meant he never even had to ask for anything.

Everything was simply given.

You all knew that having him now included in this unconventional relationship was going to be challenging to say the least, but none of you expected for it to be this vexing. For the most part Ransom's snarky quips and irritating attitude could be overlooked and easily forgiven. Most of the time he backed down after a low growl from Ari or a sharp warning from you. He would be resigned to sulk and mutter his annoyance under his breath which usually stopped after some attention from you.

But Ransom wasn't used to sharing.

Ransom wasn't used to feeling jealous. He wasn't used to coveting something that belonged to someone else. Nothing could have prepared him for sharing a mate. It was unthinkable for their kind, but here he was. It didn't help either that he was made to share with vampires of all things. His natural enemy.

You were his mate.

You were his.

And yet you weren't. Not really. It went against everything he knew. Everything he was told growing up. Everything he thought he stood for. Which was why the hasty words that spilled from his mouth today were said a little too recklessly and cut a little too deep. He regretted it the moment they were out, but by then it was too late. By then the hurt was already etched all over your beautiful face and his heart clenched painfully as the mating bond pulled hard at him.

"You're disgracing our mating bond.”

"You're disrespecting your alpha."

"Why can't you just act like a proper omega and mate?"

"Is one man really not enough for you? Really need three?"

"Bloodsucker lover."

"Whore."

You were too shocked to react immediately. Only when he stepped forward and his hand raised to reluctantly reach out to you did you move. You stepped back. You stepped away from him. It felt like his very soul was getting ripped to shreds.

Ransom bolted. He ran away because he knew that the rumbling snarl that Ari let out as he stepped in front of you protectively was the only warning he was going to get. He ran because the small comforting whimper from Bucky as he pulled your sullen form against his chest filled him with longing. He ran because he hurt his mate.

He ran as far as the bond would allow which admittedly was not very far. He barely made it to the boundary of the expansive isolated property, only to the edge of the thick forest that surrounded it. He paced restlessly around the small clearing, roughly running his hand through his face and pulling at his hair. The air to his lungs came in quick ragged breaths and he felt like he was suffocating despite the crisp clean air of the woods.

He didn't know what to do.

He didn't know where to go.

He didn't know how to fix it.

The betrayal on your face was burned into his brain, but he was also still so angry at his situation. He was a mess. He was so preoccupied with his distress that he didn't sense the three werewolves approaching until their scent completely drowned out the pristine freshness of the area.

"Well if it isn't the disgrace of the century."

Ransom's head whipped around and saw three familiar faces, minor members of his pack who were also some of the most ambitious. He's butted heads with them many times, but there really was not much they could do against him when he was the next alpha of the pack.

"I gotta say, Drysdale," Billy Russo said with an arrogant tilt of his head, leading the small group. "I didn't think you could get any lower. You were already a sad example of an alpha heir, but now we find out that the rumours are true."

Ransom scowled at them and straightened his posture, his body tensing and going on full alert. The three of them shared a laugh before they turned to sneer at Ransom again.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time. A proud Thrombey shacking up with vampires. How’s life as a bloodsucker’s bitch?”

"You better watch your mouth, Russo!" Ransom growled, taking a threatening step forward. "I'm still your alpha."

The laugh that Billy let out was laced with malice. "You haven't heard, have you? I guess I get to break the news to you."

Ransom's head cocked to the side in confusion. Usually his alpha aura was enough to have them back down, but this time they barely even flinched. Something was different. Something changed.

"What are you on about, Russo?"

Billy smirked, the confidence and self-satisfaction evident in his posture. "You've been thrown out of the pack. Your family has disowned you, Drysdale. I'm the pack's heir now."

The ringing in Ransom's ear intensified until it was the only thing he could hear, the rest of the world grew muffled and blurry as his mind struggled to grasp the words. His birthright had been so easily taken from him. His family didn't even have the decency to tell him first. He had to find out from the likes of Billy Russo and his minions.

The shock swirled around in his system, drowning him until it abruptly erupted into a blinding rage. The roar he let out echoed through the forest and sent all the animals scurrying for cover. He leaped from his spot, shifting in midair and tumbling across the ground with Billy who had also shifted. It was a rabid clash of snapping jaws and swiping paws punctuated by menacing snarls.

Ransom was fueled by pure fury, but Billy's promotion meant he now outranked him. It meant he was now stronger than him. A sharp kick to his gut caught him off guard. Billy bit hard on his shoulder, using the leverage to fling him away. Ransom rolled on the ground, shifting back to his human form with a sharp cry as he clutched at his heavily bleeding shoulder. Billy stood as he shifted back too, his eyes dark with victory.

"Pathetic."

Billy charged at him again, fully intending to end his life right there. Ransom watched on in agonizing pain as he refused to let this be his end. This couldn't be the end for him and yet he was struggling to get back on his feet as Billy grew nearer, but before he could land another blow a blur of movement rammed against him and shoved him back hard against a far tree.

The next thing Ransom knew, he was staring at the familiar rigid backs of two vampires and your worried eyes. He was even more baffled now. Ari and Bucky stood between him and the other werewolves in a defensive stance. Why would they protect him? He's been nothing but horrible to them both since he's disrupted your peaceful dynamic.

And you. You were kneeling on the ground next to him, hurriedly ripping out scraps of cloth from your dress to bandage his gaping wound. The dress was one of your favorites and he thought you looked so gorgeous in it, but there was no hesitation as you tore it up for his sake. His hand hesitantly reached to cup your cheek and as your eyes met, his heart completely stopped.

You were staring him down with equal parts deathly worried for his life and wanting to kill him yourself for being such a careless idiot. You were furious. You came rushing toward him as soon as you felt the danger through the bond, Ari and Bucky followed with no hesitation. Beneath your worry and frustration, he saw a glimpse of something wholly unfamiliar to him.

Affection.

Strange. It was so strange for Ransom to witness and more so to experience firsthand. His pack had protected him before and had fought for him before, but that was for duty, responsibility, and ranking. They protected him to protect the heir. It was never for him. He realized at that moment that everything that was done for him and to him wasn't for him as a person. Not even out of respect. It was only for his name, his title. This left him feeling hollow.

He realized now why he had been so angry, why he could not seem to grasp this relationship. It turns out that it was just that. He simply didn't understand. He didn't understand because never has he known it all his life. He grew up with a constant air of competition that meant he always had to be on his guard.

With you three there was a generous give and take that didn't keep count on who has more. There was a genuine respect for boundaries and a limitless desire to see each other happy.

And there was loyalty.

Beyond just the adventurous sex was tenderness and love. There was a sense of family. True family. Ransom felt shame wash over him because despite his distasteful behaviour, this treatment still extended to him. He felt the mating bond swell, fortify, and lock in place. He knew where he belonged now.

I'm sorry.

He said in his mind, imploring you to understand the words behind his eyes that he was still too much of a coward to say. The soft smile on your lips made him shudder with relief as your eyes replied to your understanding.

I know.

"You're trespassing on my property, you fucking mutts."

Ari's eyes were practically blazing red as he watched the other two werewolves help their leader to his feet. They weren't idiots. They knew from the sight of Ari alone that he was far more powerful than they can handle even if they did outnumber him.

A vampire from the original clan.

They could also smell that Bucky was a newborn and they knew how vicious those could get. Yet Billy dusted himself off and chuckled at them.

"You gonna call the cops on me, bloodsucker?" he laughed. "Neither of you can do shit with the treaty."

It was true. The newly signed treaty between vampires and werewolves outlawed any deaths caused by one to the other. It was centuries in the making and Ari was actually part of the council that supervised it.

"It's not us you have to be worried about," Ari snickered, folding his arms over his chest and stepping to the side. “It’s Ransom’s mate.”

You stepped between Ari and Bucky, running your hands over their arms in a silent reassurance and a warning to stand back. Billy and his gang erupted into laughter at the sight of you, not in the least bit threatened by some girl. You kept your face carefully neutral as you regarded them.

"And this must be the little slut you're all fucking. Gotta say she is a pretty little thing," Billy said as he licked his lips while he looked you up and down. "What are you going to do, pretty girl? Are you going to bend over and present for me too?”

The tense standoff was interrupted by maniacal laughter and the whole group turned around to stare at Ransom who was leaning against a tree to keep himself upright, the makeshift bandages around him stained a bright red. His smile was full of amusement despite his bruised up state. Billy raised an eyebrow at him, but it was apparent that he was feeling nervous now.

“She’s not an omega,” Ransom snickered.

The three werewolves snapped their attention back to you and slowly their confusion morphed into terror. Your head tilted to the side as your eyes slowly changed color, the white bleeding into the color in your irises until all that was left was an eery milky white. The smile on your face spread, wider and wider until half of your face was a terrifyingly wide mouth full of jagged razor sharp teeth. The crunch of bone coming out of your back was disturbing as a pair of fin-like wings with pointed talons at the ends sprouted out.

The three werewolves balked, clearly not anticipating to be encountering a siren let alone for said siren to be the mate of someone they were terrorizing. The vampires couldn’t hurt them because of the treaty, but no such agreement was made with your kind. You couldn’t eat a vampire, but werewolves were fair game. Your long snake-like tongue slithered out, tasting the air that was sour with their fright.

“Stay,” you said. “Join us for dinner.”

Their bodies froze at the sound of the melody in your voice, their legs planted to the spot and disabling their attempt at escape. You loomed closer, gliding as if you were on water, until your nightmarish form was inches away from Billy’s face. Your tongue came out to run the tip of it across his cheek and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Your head snapped toward one of his companions, your body swooping at him and your teeth immediately ripping at his flesh. Your large wings covered most of the gruesome murder, but the cracking of bone and the squishing of wet bloody flesh was unmistakable. They could only watch on in a tense silence as you took your fill.

Minutes later, you rose and stalked back to Billy. You had a satisfied smile on your face, fresh blood dripping and covering half your face. You watched his eyes frantically dart everywhere, landing on Ransom with a silent plea to save them. You leaned in closer until your lips were right next to his ear, his pulse jumping as he smelled what remained of his friend on you.

"You will not hurt my family. You will leave us in peace. If I so much as smell wet dog anywhere near me or my boys, I will hunt down your entire pack and hang you up in my walk-in freezer as rations for the winter," you hissed in his ear, your hand sliding up from his torso to squeeze his neck to emphasize your point. "Understood?"

You reared your head back to meet his eyes and only saw a terrified agreement. They won't be bothering you. More importantly, they won't be bothering Ransom. You shoved him aside by the neck.

"Now, shoo."

They scrambled away the moment you released them from your hold, leaving behind the pieces of their third friend in their rush to put as much distance as they can from you. The moment the padding of werewolf paws was distant enough for your liking, you tucked away your wings and teeth. Ari came around you, holding you by the waist and wiping at the blood on your face as your eyes shifted back to normal. You smiled up gratefully at him and he planted an affectionate kiss on your forehead.

Ransom recoiled on instinct as Bucky appeared next to him and wordlessly tucked himself on his uninjured side to help him stand. He tugged him closer as he gestured his head toward the direction of the house.

"Let's get you home, Ransom. We need to get you patched up."

Home. The word made a heavy lump form in Ransom's throat as he slowly limped home with Bucky carrying most of his weight. You and Ari were walking ahead, holding hands and talking casually. He could see you smiling when you turned your head to look at the older vampire. Oddly enough, he no longer felt possessive or jealous or angry. Instead there was a warmth that sat on his chest.

"Hey, James," Ransom muttered hesitantly. "I'm sorry for being a piece of shit."

"I know," he chucked. "We all do."

"Thanks for helping me back there."

"You might be a piece of shit, but you're ours."

The two men shared a friendly smile, a first in the months that Ransom had joined them but if the lightness he was feeling was any indication it certainly would not be the last.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up before you take your punishment."

"Punishment?" Ransom asked, halting his steps and turning his whole body to look at Bucky who was grinning with mischief at him.

"You may be forgiven, Ransom, but don't think that we've forgotten what you've said."

Well, fuck.

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YES!!! THAT IS A THING HE DOES!!!!!!

HE MAKES HER WAIT, AND THEN WHEN THERE IS A MINOR DELAY AT FOURTREES AFTER ACORN FUR HAS DESPERATELY RUN TO FETCH MOTH FLIGHT, HE TAKES THE CHANCE TO BLAME WIND FUCKING RUNNER FOR IT

In FACT, he even PREVENTS Acorn Fur from becoming fully trained!

[ID: Excerpt from Moth Flight's Vision. Transcript:

“What I want doesn’t matter,” Sparrow Fur snarled. “Clear Sky is my leader. I follow his orders. And his orders are that no cat should cross our border. Especially not a WindClan cat.” Fury scorched Moth Flight’s belly. “I’m not here tohunt! StarClan ordered me to train Acorn Fur and that’s what I’m going to do.” She headed past Sparrow Fur. The SkyClan she-cat dodged ahead of her. She glared at the tortoiseshell angrily. “Get out of my way! I have to—” She stopped, surprised to see worry clouding Sparrow Fur’s gaze. “You have to leave!” Lowering her voice, Sparrow Fur glanced nervously over her shoulder. “Why?” “Clear Sky will rip you to shreds if you reach the camp,” she warned. “And then he’ll rip me to shreds for letting you.” Moth Flight halted. “He hasn’t hurt Acorn Fur, has he?” “No!” Sparrow Fur looked indignant. “But he’s angry that she’s been sneaking onto WindClan land to train with you. How can he prove that we don’t cross the border if she trails SkyClan scent all over the moorside?”]

Here's his orders to Sparrow Fur that Moth Flight is not allowed to enter and Acorn Fur is not allowed to leave to complete her training. This same chapter notes that Clear Sky is openly and flagrantly defying the will of StarClan, btw.

OH and don't think for a second I'm not noticing that this entire conflict is based on an evil atheist woman (that's WC bingo!) lying for no reason. Willow Tail alone is "responsible" for all this because the narrative is incapable of letting things just be Clear Sky's fault. We're just not talking about that right now.

Anyway then he's late to a gathering and Wind Runner is so pissed off she calls for an embargo. Sparrow Fur runs to the gathering to ask for Moth Flight.

Wind Runner delays her for only a few minutes.

You remember that. Wind Runner said no and the other leaders argued yes, but Moth Flight is not detained or held back for long. This delay was at most 10 minutes; and I'm being VEEEEERY generous with that estimate.

I am being Santa Claus with that estimate. Realistically it was 5.

Next, I am giving you a content warning. Tiny Branch, a child of less than 6 moons, is dying and they give a very clear description of how bad his wounds are. He does not survive this.

CW for child death and animal death.

[ID: Excerpt from Moth Flight's Vision. Transcript:

Moth Flight scrambled to a halt and crouched beside the kit. She could hear her own heart pounding in her ears as she swiftly scanned his body. There were deep teeth wounds on his flank. His hind paw was twisted and bloody, as though it had been yanked from a thorn bush. His eyes were closed, flickering slightly. His muzzle was clumped with dried blood. She smelled the sharp tang of horsetail and marigold rising from Tiny Branch’s wound. Dried green pulp showed on his bloody fur. Acorn Fur had clearly been trying to treat him for some time. Moth Flight glanced at Clear Sky. “Where’s Acorn Fur?” “She went to find cobwebs.” Clear Sky’s mew was tight. Moth Flight pictured the SkyClan medicine cat struggling alone to help Tiny Branch. Sympathy pricked at her heart. She wasn’t trained to deal with injuries as bad as this. She must be terrified. “She should have sent for help sooner.” Clear Sky’s tail twitched. “SkyClan doesn’t ask for help unless there’s no choice.” 'Did you stop her?' Moth Flight angrily swallowed back the words. Picking a fight with Clear Sky wouldn’t help Tiny Branch.]

I want you to look at the state Clear Sky left his son in. I want you to imagine the sort of pain this child would have felt, as the time passed enough for those herbs to dry and for swelling, a sign of infection, to set in.

And I want you to imagine you're Acorn Fur.

I want you to think about how this man got your teacher killed. I want you to remember that he stopped you from being fully trained, and that you have every reason to fear him, from his regular threats of violence to how he is the one responsible for the death of both of your parents in the First Battle.

And now imagine you've just had a mauled kid dumped at your feet, having NO IDEA how to treat wounds so serious and so deep, and he stops you from getting help.

Because "SkyClan" doesn't ask for help, "unless there's no choice."

Who the fuck is SkyClan, then? Because it's not for Acorn Fur. It's not for Tiny Branch. It's not for the horrified onlookers watching a child die a slow, agonizing death. It's not for Sparrow Fur, either, who's ALSO terrified of Clear Sky's wrath just a few chapters earlier.

It's for him. He IS SkyClan. It's for his fucking ego. It always has been.

If you think it's ever been for the benefit of anyone else, you are a fool. This is who Clear Sky is.

Oh but it doesn't stop there!

[Image ID: Excerpt from Moth Flight's Vision. Transcript:

“I had to come,” Moth Flight told him. “I need bark from the tree where Micah died. It’s to cure a sick Clanmate. She’s got redcough. She might die.” She waited for Clear Sky to understand. But he only stared at her. “No cat is allowed on SkyClan land,” he repeated. “I need the bark!” Moth Flight glared at him. “I know you’re grieving and I hate to disturb you. We don’t want to disturb you. We just want to take the bark and go.” “No.” Clear Sky slowly lifted his head, his gaze clearing. “Last night, you tried to save Tiny Branch, and I will always be grateful for that. But if Wind Runner hadn’t tried to stop you from coming, my kit might still be alive. Wind Runner has to realize that there are consequences for her actions. She has to admit her mistake.” Cold fear rippled along Moth Flight’s spine. There was darkness in the SkyClan leader’s words. He is capable of more cruelty than you can imagine. “What are you going to do?” “To you?” His ear twitched. “Nothing.” Moth Flight heard paw steps. Pelts moved at the edge of her vision. She smelled the scents of Alder and Red Claw as they closed in behind her. Clear Sky went on. “You will simply be our guest until Wind Runner comes to fetch you.”]

Remember that Clear Sky only cares about things that belong to him. He is incapable of admitting mistakes because he doesn't believe he makes them, so instead, he's decided to completely blame Wind Runner for the death of his child.

And he will hold HER child hostage until this fantasy scenario plays out where Wind Runner waltzes onto enemy territory and tells him how wrong she was for doing the same exact thing he did earlier; prevent a medicine cat from lending aid.

I want you to remember, again, how long he waited. Dried pulp and infection.

Or, more likely, Clear Sky's not stupid. He's cruel, and knows this will start war.

Remember the last time he held a prisoner? Just before the First Battle? When he committed a war crime by starving Acorn Fur's father to the point of emaciation? I remember it.

But a few pages later, the inevitable battle happens, and he's Surprised Pikachu about it. The narrative is once again incapable of blaming Clear Sky for the very obviously bad actions he takes.

His apology gives Bramblestar's "WE should never have let it get this bad" a run for its money. When forced to make peace, he dips his head, and concedes;

"It was a dumb fight"

OH YEAH? A LITTLE BIT OF AN OOPSIE-DAISY?? A FUCKIE WUCKIE??? THAT'S IT??? A TEENSY-WEENSIE ITTY-BITTY LITTLE,

[Image ID: "Uh, eto... bleh" meme.]

I once said that Clear Sky is pre-TBC Ashfur on steroids with Fire Scenes every other book, and I stand by that. He is a possessive, horrific tyrant, obsessed with personal slights and an ego so large it's impossible to not offend it.

The only thing worse than Clear Sky's actions is how the books are incapable of treating him like the threat he is, throwing kittens, mates, and unfounded respect at him as it desperately pretends he isn't responsible for his own problems. The narrative decides to punish Willow Tail in this battle, by killing her violently and allowing Peace To Return To The Clans With The Death of the Evil Foreigner(s).

What's the counter on that now, btw? 6? Scourge, Darktail and Hawkfrost are 3 in the main series. Willow Tail, One Eye, and Slash make 3 in DOTC alone.

The only power Clear Sky deserves is the power of taking 2 steps in concrete shoes. And no further, forever.

Who is the better dad, Clear Sky or Grey Wing? My friend group is arguing over this because for some reason one side says Skyclan counts for Clear Sky's dad points and we agreed to toss out Jagged Peak because they both kinda parented him, so help please as both sides agree that you have great wisdom over these kinds of issues.

....im so sorry I'm going to beat your friends with a stick what kind of a leap of logic is having SkyClan count for dad points??

If SkyClan counts as dad points then how do they not realize how incredibly abusive Clear Sky is to all of his underlings? Throwing cats out when they're sick, doing intense public humiliations, regularly warmongering and getting cats killed for no reason!

When his son Thunder comes out and says, "dad we should not throw out this cat with an infected wound" Clear Sky tells him to lick the pus off. In front of everyone. Absolute freakjob behavior

And no no no, you tell them to bring Jagged Peak RIGHT BACK INTO the conversation, because if they 'both parented' him then how exactly do they justify Clear Sky kicking him out to fucking die??

This isn't even Bonefall's Certified Relationship Guru type analysis this is surface level stuff dude!!

And don't stop there! The hogwash barrel is truly endless! It contains many gallons of both hogs and wash!

Because Clear Sky's 'redemption' is a Tumbles McStairdragon level blunder! He continues to be incredibly controlling of his son and his Clan and utterly resistant towards being told what to do.

Was it good dad behavior when he let his NEWEST disabled family member develop a horrible infection from a fox attack, and not let Acorn Fur seek help until his baby was on death's door?

If we're counting SkyClan as "dad points" then was it good dad behavior when he made Micah's life hell for the high crime of being his Clan's doctor and a foreigner? When he got him killed for gathering fucking sap??

How about when he insisted Acorn Fur was good enough to heal that sick baby son, as she kept trying to tell him she wasn't fully trained and needed help? Is ignoring the limitations and comfort of your doctor/clan daughter by this wahoo logic good dad behavior also??

At every turn, at every point, Clear Sky's pride, selfishness, and complete lack of compassion gets people hurt, injured, and killed.

He was a horrible father to the FIRST surviving child, he is the REASON he only has two more living kits, and quite frankly? If any of his other children survived, they would be utterly justified in dumping his butt in a kitty nursing home and splitting the inheritance six ways from Sunday.

#Warrior Cats Analysis #Clear Sky #TW child death #child death #cw child death #cw animal death #animal death #infection #cw infection

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martian-m · 3 years ago

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WRONG PERSON (Chap. 3)

A/N: sorry for the late update. class is starting again, I needed to enroll. heh let me know if u guys enjoy the new chap!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Chapter 3: Meet the Dimitrescu

You’ve been limp on the shoulder of one of the daughters of Lady Dimitrescu losing track of time and how far you’ve trekked to the castle. The other two girls dissolved into…flies? and went ahead to enter the castle as they neared. Once inside, upside-down you could see the intricate details of the castle. The carved mahogany word, the marble vases, paintings, it all gave you an aristocrat vibe.

“maybe they were from a rich family?” you thought. Suddenly you were dropped on the carpet of a room you didn’t realize you entered in. Groaning from the sudden drop and rough landing on your back, you looked up…..and honestly, you wish you didn’t.

“Mmmm….maiden blood” a blonde haired woman with a blood stained mouth smelled you as she came close to your prone body on the ground.

A red-haired woman behind her giggles while placing the tip of her sickle on her cheek as she stared at you with bloodlust eyes.

“Mother, here is the woman gifted to us by Mother Miranda” the dark brown-haired girl said to Lady Dimitrescu seated in a large chair in front of a fireplace.

“Thank you for bringing her to me, my beautiful daughters. Let’s have a look at her shall we?” Lady Dimitrescu responded while standing up to look at you.

“Strip her of her clothes, my daughters” Lady Dimitrescu commanded.

Before you could protest the closest to you was the blondie, with a wicked smile, she immediately pulled you up roughly and ripped your shirt off which left you in your sports bra. She trailed her hands from your abdomen as she looked at your toned body. Her blue eyes spotted a wound on your shoulder that was still slightly bleeding, with her hands on your sides, she licked up the blood that trailed down. Your breath hitched from fear and surprise.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Mother!” you hear a voice from behind you. You tried to crane your neck to look who it was.

“Bela, stop tasting our special guest. Daniela, my darling, help your sister. You as well, Cassandra.” Lady Dimitrescu reprimanded and ordered them.

You could hear Daniela giggle sinisterly behind you. Before you knew it, you felt something cold lightly graze your back before your sports was falling off your shoulders. Your immediate response was to move forward and cover your torso but in doing so you moved closer to Bela who held you in her arms with a firm grip so you wouldn’t move. Tears started to pool your eyes.

Your pants where shredded to pieces to get them off you by Cassandra and Daniela while your were in the arms of Bela who kept sniffing your neck. You closed your eyes as your heart was pounding your chest in embarrassment and fear. All Bela could think about was how warm you felt and how fast your heart was beating with all of your sweet blood.

“We are done, Mother” Cassandra announced standing aside while looking at you and Bela.

“I want to join in too” whined Daniela who hugged from behind you.

Being in between the two daughters, all that was registering in your head was how cold they felt and how tall they were. You felt so small in their grasp.

“My darlings, let me take a look at our guest” you hear the voice of Lady Dimitrescu say.

Bela silently let go and Daniela whined but followed suit. Shackles were attached to your wrists by Cassandra and then you were lifted up in the air. They stood near each other as their mother approached you. You instinctively bow your head in embarrassment. The gloved hand of Lady Dimitrescu grasped your chin and tilted your head upward to look at her. Glowing golden eyes shining from the shadow cast upon her face from her hat.

“Better. what’s your name, pet?” she asked.

“My name i-is Y/N, ma’am” you stuttered.

“My, my, while fearing for your life you still have manners. How amusing.” She smiled while dragging her finger under your chin.

“Now let’s see how you taste-“ she stated while nicking the inside of your arm. You grunted lowly as you feel her sucking at your wound and looked to the floor noticing how high up you were. “How tall is she?” you thought to yourself. She finishes humming in approval and is given a napkin by Bela to wipe her mouth.

“Interesting. Your blood is different but appetizing. I see why my daughters were tempted to eat you up but that can not be allowed now should it?” she laughed while her daughters whined.

“But Mother-” Daniela whines while Bela and Cassandra watch you silently.

“You will be part of my experiment for the next coming days” Lady Dimitrescu announced. Turning to her daughters she instructed them to take turns in watching you so you don’t escape and that they may do anything to you as long as you don’t die or be mutilated. You tilt your head back and look at the ceiling hoping this is just a bad dream, a really bad dream.

“—Bela you will be the first to look after Y/N for a week.” You hear the instruction from Lady Dimitrescu. As she turns to leave, the other girls bring you down and unshackle you. Daniela roughly grabs your face when she speaks.

“When it’s my turn, we’ll have so much fun” she laughs while momentarily squeezing your face and licking your cheek. She lets go and dissolves to fly to her room. Cassandra just eyes you predatorily as she passed by you before following suit.

Leaving Bela and you in the room, she approaches you and commands you to follow her. Following her command, you trailed behind her. While walking, you take in your surroundings. The house was beautiful despite it being creepy as hell with the lack of light. A painting caught your eye which made you stop to look at it closely.

“..beautiful..” you mumble as you stare to take in all of the details of the portrait of the three daughters. You start to move as you look at the painting knowing you need to follow Bela. As you do, you collide with a body. It was Bela staring at you. You freeze as you stutter to apologize.

“O-oh I’m so sorry” you apologized lamely as you avert your gaze to her necklace.

“You shouldn’t stray from me, fragile thing. Monsters come out at night” she whispers as she leans down to the side of your head.

When she leans back, you could feel her breath on your face. You look up and your eyes connect. Slowly you nod and follow her to her room. Upon entering her room, she went to close the door. You look around the dimly lit room with its only source of light coming from the fireplace.

“Wear this” Bela handed you linen shorts and a tunic. You bow your head in thanks and turn around to change.

“Lie down” Bela says behind you, after you change, feeling her breath on the back of your neck. You walk slowly to the bed and lie down in the center of it.

You look to the edge of the bed where Bela was and see her take off her hood and dress. She walked to get a wet cloth and wipe the blood off her mouth and chin. When she’s finished, sensing your gaze, she looks over her shoulder to see you looking at her state of undress. She smirked at you. Suddenly, she’s on top with her hand grasping your neck.

“It’s impolite to stare, Y/N” she states. She tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.

“you smell so good – a taste wouldn’t hurt” she mumbles. Your heart starts to beat faster out of fear.

“I can hear your heart. Tempting…but I’ll save my hunger for you when I wake up” she says as she lies down to your side and holds you close as the big spoon. Bela sighs in content since she has a personal heater for a week.

Before you could sleep, you hear her mumble,

“If you try to escape, Mother will drink you dry mmm”

That kept you up all night. Frozen in fear. So much for sleep.

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