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Lance: this is why it’s so difficult for me to hang out with peasants :(

Aaron: believe me, that goes both ways bro

[brokenpieces-72]

I READ “Reunion” AND OOOOOO

HOW WOULD THE BOYS REACT TO READER GETTING CAPTURED AND SOMETHING HAPPENING WITH HER PARENTS???? 👀👀

So admittedly this was going to be a future story. For some extra context, the reader's father I haven't decided whether he exists yet or not, but the mother is... admittedly also undecided in terms of what she is. When I started writing this I intended it to be a drabble and now it’s… yep. Enjoy!

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Massive trigger warning!!! Abuse, kidnapping, torture, poor eating mentions, cannibalism, angst, let me know if I missed anything.

First and foremost you know they tried, all of them. You saw it before everything went dark. Johnny was screaming for you, ready to tear everything apart just to keep you safe. He didn't care who the bitch was, you were his sister. Konig already was tearing everything apart, only he didn't notice your situation until it was to late. The cadejos had nabbed some shadows to rip up with Alejandro and Horangi grabbing at more, trying to restrain themselves from just ripping into them. As you were taking off, Kyle went so far as to try and chase after you, but had his wings shot at, making you scream and fight to try and help him. Ghost had been too far away to try and grab at the heli. Price would have burned the whole thing down but you were inside, and not fire resistant.

Seconds after they'd lost you, Hunter got Kyle into the infirmary to fix his wings but they were still garbage. The entire team is anxious and worried about you. They'd all learned as much as they could about your relationship with your mother but could only imagine what she wanted from you now.

Simon wasted no time. He dragged thrall after thrall into interrogation, demanding answers of where they could be taking you. Being brutal and pissed he put any humans they were able to take alive in the room to show he wasn't playing around. If a thrall wasn't willing to talk, the human better be ready to scream and beg.

Price and Laswell and working around the clock to get everything they can on your mother from medical records, to bank statements. The two friends are keeping each other calm, as best as they can when they are as fired up as they are. Laswell has to step out of the room more than once because of Price releasing smoke to keep himself from getting too heated.

To the surprise of many, Horangi contacts KorTac. He's getting information on... well anything. While he keeps to himself, he can't deny your presence hasn't been welcoming. The team was up in arms, and the last thing he wanted was to sit around and do nothing while he waited for this to be fixed. KorTac can look into any jobs or contracts they may have gotten from Graves or your mother as a one off. Maybe someone gave up information thinking it was just an innocent missing persons report. Maybe your mother had tried contacting KorTac before Graves. Whatever he can get to make this go faster.

Alejandro and Rudolfo did the same, contacting other bases to see if they may have run into Graves or thralls recently. If they mapped out previous locations they could find a pattern. They even went back to facility where they'd first encountered your mother, seeing if there could be any signs of where she might have gone. Aside from that they had taken the initiative of running everything on base, giving the rest of the team more time to focus on you.

Kyle is pissed because he couldn't do anything to help. His wings were too damaged to fly anytime soon. All he could do was join Alejandro and Rudolfo on recon. He hated wasn't about to just sit, wait and heal. He wanted to help now. Alejandro and Rudolfo aren't about to stop him either.

Konig became restless, and the percht was practically beating against him. It wanted nothing but violence, blood and revenge. Konig just wanted his little friend back. You'd helped him even when there seemed to be no hope.

As for Johnny... it's something everyone gives him space for. Simon is one of the few who approaches him. He's restless and the full moon approaching makes it worse. All the wold wants to do is to find you, and Jonny wants the same. Sleep is near impossible, and he's started going to your room in order to do so. Your scent is still there, smelling like earth, grass and pine. If he isn't trying to find you, it's like he's trying to remember you. After 24 hours of you being gone Simon found him.

"Did you tell your mom?" He asked. Johnny looked up from where he was sitting on your bed. Simon was in the doorway looking at him, mask off for once. The question is one Johnny never wanted to think about. Telling his mother he'd lost her new baby. Johnny just stares down at his hands. Simon comes in and sits next to him on the bed, picking up a small plushie. The last thing Johnny needed was his pessimism. Simon didn’t have high hopes for you but he wasn’t going to give up on helping you. Johnny still hasn’t said anything so Simon took out his phone and offered it to Johnny.

“You need her too.” He said. Johnny took out his own phone, and dialed his mother. Simon stood up to leave but Johnny asked him to stay. He didn’t want to be alone for this.

The call goes well at first. It’s short-lived. As soon as Johnny told his mother you were taken Simon could hear her asking questions. Johnny answered as much as he could but regretfully most of the answers were “I don’t know”. By the end of it, he was fighting tears, with Simon putting a hand on his shoulder. Johnny’s mother asked Johnny how he was doing, and if he was okay. He was fine. He was going to find you. He promised. He hangs up and his breathing is unsteady. Simon didn't say anything or move to comfort him knowing a lot was going on underneath the surface. Johnny was honest enough to tell him if he needed it. There was silence for a while until Johnny took a deep breath.

"What kind of a shite brother am I?" He wondered aloud.

"One that will find his sister even if he has to do it barehanded," Simon answered. Johnny looked at him. Simon looked back and just gave him a nod.

For a while, you thought every moment you had experienced, every smile, every joy, every triumph, every bad day, every victory... you thought it had all been some mental episode of escapism. A dream your mind had put you in to save you from the torment of your mother. You don't know how much time has past, but it's been long enough for her to try and starve you and feed you more raw flesh. The more feral part of you is starving and ravenous. You want to eat so bad but you know Graves probably put something in it to make your feral state more powerful. You're chained to the wall with a collar and cuffs on your ankles and wrists. Waking up had sent you into a panic attack where you passed out. When you woke up again, the food was there, staring at you with vacant eyes. Dead bodies were not something new to you, but in this setting it just awoke you trauma. This wasn't the first time you'd fought your hunger. You turned away facing the wall, trying to hold your breath so you wouldn't smell the carcass. You held your nose when you needed another breath. Next you took the chains and wrapped them around your limbs to make them shorter. You knaw on your shirt to resist.

Then your mother came in. Your spine went frozen, your whole body tensed, and your held sped through the horrible moments her voice awoke. The way she talks is like burning sugar.

"Hello my little bunny." She said, soothingly. It's not soothing, she is not soothing, the only thing she would soothe was her own heinous actions. Little bunny was her name for you. You didn't know your own name because she would just give you pet names. All you want right now is to do the same thing you had done to innocent people who got lost in the woods. She'd set you on them, letting you hunt to the feral monster's content. "Come on, I want to see you. Can you look at me? I want to see how much you've grown. They took you away from me, my sweet girl."

No. They saved you. There had been missing person reports pointing to the woods you'd grown up in. A hunter came, properly armed to deal with hybrids, with some blurry photos capturing your image. He'd saved you with his hunting party. They'd found you feasting on an elk, starting to come back to your normal state. When you tried to flee, a hunter shot you, wounding you. You curled up on the ground they gave you a sedative. You were too small, and they weren't about to kill a kid who was probably just running on instincts. They saved you from your mother, continuing to search the woods.

Your mother moved closer, voice staying motherly and warm. "Please sweetheart? I'm sorry it had to be like this. I just wanted you back."

No more. You wouldn't give her anything. You didn't care what punishment she would give you. Whether it was burns or cuts you wouldn't give in. Your whole body shivered and tensed up as you felt her gentle hands on your shoulder and back, kneeling behind you. Your mother rubbed your back and shoulders, trying to coax your body to relax. When she tried to tug on your shoulders, to pry open your balled up position, you yank away.

"How did you get tangled up like that?" She asked noticing your efforts to keep you from the food. You don't look at her but you can hear her shuffling. There was a horrible wet sound as she moved back to you. You covered your nose, breathing through your teeth, as she tried to give you the meat. "Come on sweetie you need to eat. You want to be big and strong for mommy don't you."

You cowered, blindly swatting and pushing her away. In any other context her reaction would be that of a mother trying to keep her child from hitting her. You know it's a facade, the setting was evidence of that. "Now now bunny don't hit your mother."

"YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!!" You shrieked at her. The wendigo, the guardian state could be heard within your voice. Your mother stopped.

"B-but... l-little bunny-"

"I'm not your little bunny you fucking bitch! You are not my fucking mother! You are nothing but a psychopath who made me eat the closest thing I had to a friend! I'm not your daughter!" You yelled, not looking up at her, head covered by your legs.

"I know baby, I know, I am so sorr-"

"No! No you're not! If you were sorry you would stay behind bars! You would have moved on when you got out! You would have walked away knowing how much damage you did." You argued. There was no excuse for the crimes she had committed. Your mother didn't say anything for a while. You heard her toss the meat to the floor.

"Fine," she said, sounding like she was biting back heartbreak. "We can try again tomorrow. Please eat something though. I don't want you to starve."

"That's exactly what you want." You said, your voice overflowing with poison.

From then on, the routine continued, with a new body put in every other day or so. Your mother continued to coax you to eat, giving you kind and gentle praises. She's changed truly, she just wanted her cute little bunny girl back, her precious baby. Then she tried gaslighting you, burning and cutting your skin, only to hurry away to retrieve a first aid kit, acting like you'd come to her with a scraped knee. Oh dear did you scratch yourself too hard? Don't worry she'll fix it. Do you want mama to kiss it better? No? Then she'll get Mr. Graves to come in and talk to you about the mean things you did to his thralls. Maybe he can get you to eat something too. Open wide, here comes to airplane. Don't spit it out!

It goes on... and on... and on...

Your stomach churned. Food you need food... there's some right there. You don't smell anything wrong with it... no... no not again...

When Price found you... damn. You were back to your feral state but this seemed to be worse. Blood drunk, but hopefully not on Graves tainted shit. It had taken them some time, too much time to track you down. Right now Johnny and König were making for a good distraction tearing into the thralls in fully shifted forms, Johnny having the full moon on his side. Kyle, now fully healed and flying again was keeping overwatch dive bombing anyone who might try to take up a sniper position. Rudolfo had the cadejos tracking your scent. Horangi was keeping Hunter safe, using the clouds for their cover. Simon was moving through the bunker looking for two other people, Graves and your mother, shadows keeping him from being noticed. Of course he also yanked a few thrall into them, as they tried to make it out to Soap and Konig.

"Captain, what's your status?" Alejandro asked through comms.

"I found the target." Price said. "Soap keep on the thrall. Lieutenant, what's your location?"

"South Hallway." Ghost replied, voice quiet.

"Have you located the other targets?" He asked, holstering his gun slowly approaching. Your blank white eyes looked up at him, and you launched yourself at him. Your chains snapped taut, making you fall back. Shit. You were still yanking and pulling on your chains to try and reach the fresh food that had stepped into your cell.

"Not yet. Wait, the cadejos may have found something." Simon replied. Before Price could get Simon's help, Alejandro came up beside him. He stepped back when you tried to lunge at him next.

"Fucking hell." He said under his breath.

"Horangi, get Hunter to our location, east side, second floor." Price said.

"Copy." Hunter said.

"She needs to be restrained." Price said. They needed to wait for Hunter, but until then you needed to be pinned down. Alejandro understood shifting to the jaguar form and stalking in. The meat was coming closer. You shrieked, getting on all fours, watching him closely. The meat kept his eyes locked with yours. It's growling, it won't let you eat without a fight. You screech back at the meat, encouraging some play before you feasr. Your body tightens in a crouch as you move back a little, readying yourself. You strike, but you can't. A huge weight is put on your back and you thrash around. Your arms are pinned behind you. No! You're hungry! You have fresh food right in front of you! Price wasn't about to let you enjoy Las Almas cuisine. Alejandro backed away the moment Price put his full weight on top of you. Hunter arrived a few minutes later, and Horangi stayed close. One sedative wasn't enough. Two wasn't enough. They gave it time, ut you weren't relaxing fast enough. One more. The world slowly goes dark. Hungry... you're still hungry.

You're released from the chains, but bound in them again. Simon acquired a blanket after trying to pursue your mother. He had a feeling he knew what Graves was actually doing and what was going on with your mother but he could wait. You're the priority. Your unconscious body was rolled up in the blanket, with the chains wrapped around to keep you restrained if you woke up. Johnny was demanding updates to your status, still outside with König, waiting on orders. Price ordered them to head to evac, and they had the target restrained. Johnny didn't like that answer but doesn't argue.

When he finally saw you, Gaz made sure to be in between you and Johnny. Johnny got out of the chopper and came over, back to his human state, clothes destroyed. Price wasn't about to deny his sergeant, even when he wasn't shifted. Johnny took you from Price and held you tight. The look on his face was focused as he got back in the heli, and the whole ride back he said nothing. Hunter got to work immediately giving orders for the medics on base to be ready. As soon as you woke up you would be hungry again. despite this Johnny just kept you close, as if you didn't show signs of being feral, or wouldn't try to dig into his flesh as soon as you woke up.

The healing process takes time. You're kept under for a very long time. Hunter had to get a feeding tube so you would return to normal. Your wounds are cleaned thoroughly, and you're put in a safe place. The team visited and stayed with you in shifts. The feeding tube was not a tested method for you yet, and Hunter was concerned about over feeding you, thinking it may cause you to vomit or get sick.

As expected Johnny had to be pried from your side more than once. Ghost did it to spar with him, knowing Johnny had plenty of aggression built up, and he could take the hits. The last thing he wanted was for a punching bag to receive that kind of treatment. Once you had been put under observation, Johnny called your mother. Your real mother. She'd relieved to hear you are okay, and asked Johnny if you would be able to stay with her for a bit to help you recover. Johnny would talk to Laswell about it later, you needed to wake up first.

When you finally wake up they’d already taken out the feeding tube, your state much more relaxed. You wake to see Johnny had fallen asleep in the chair next to you, his head rested on the bed. You sort of squirmed down further under the blanket to press your forehead to his. There are silent tears down your cheeks, as you feel a great sense of relief. Johnny woke up and pulled away to look at you. He wanted to pull you close to him, but he didn’t want to overstep. You sat up and he held your face in his hands, pressing your foreheads together again.

“You came to get me.” You said.

“Made a promise. Wouldn't go into the dark unless I 'ad to pull ya out.” Johnny said. You threw your arms around him and he gently returned the gesture. It was perfect. It was safe. You had your family back, and to make it better they had come for you.

The next while isn’t fun. Well a few times you enjoy yourself, but it’s mostly filled with recovering and exhaustion. Your mental state was damaged, your body was sore, and your hunger was difficult, as you were craving food but couldn't eat as much as you wanted without getting sick. Hunter does an amazing job of helping your body heal. While you do have a healing factor, the wounds weren't healing as much as they should. Your team's medic sits with you when you eat, keeping the portions smaller than you'd usually take, but they gave you snacks to sustain your stomach in between meals. Once you were out of the infirmary Price granted you a week off. Johnny was still in the process of getting you a month or so away from base.

For the most part, you became Johnny's shadow, if he wasn't yours. Part of it is because the wolf is now more protective over you, and well Johnny is too. He'd told you about getting time off and honestly it would be really nice to have it. Outside of that, you found yourself snuggling up with him. Johnny had done a good job at sleeping in his own bed since your return. Now though, you'd taken to curling up with him at night. He didn’t mind, finding your presence comforting. Seeing you asleep in his arms brought him peace.

Johnny still has tasks to do on base though so he can't be by your side 24/7. You go to the others on the team who don't mind having you nearby. You did a little where you could, like retrieving items or doing prep work. Sleeping and lazying around wasn't your thing. Hunter let you help them with prepping the medical supplies and take inventory as usual. The rest of the team either made something up or just let you observe.

König had taken to standing in when Johnny was too busy. He was grateful and happy to have you back. This was also a chance to return the favour for all the hard work you’d put into getting him in control. At one point you had a panic attack, accidentally knocking over a bowl had created a loud noise. Before anyone could step in König had you in a tight hug, talking to you. He ran you through the process of naming things in the room you see, smell, hear, touch and taste. Panic attacks were a first hand experience for him, having his own social anxiety. While he didn't know what exactly happened when you were in captivity, he wasn't about to let you suffer through the small triggers by yourself. König had promised he wouldn’t go into the dark. He wasn’t about to let you go through it alone.

If neither Konig nor Johnny was shaodwing you, Simon was quite literally shadowing you. In that he would peek in on you through your shadow just to be sure you were okay. He doesn’t hesitate to talk to about what happened. Abuse is something he will never forgive. Simon for the most part though would stay out of the way. You deserved some privacy, and a chance to heal on your own. Until another soldier was a little too clumsy and made a mess of the ammo bins. The crash is loud and you jump back, as the other soldiers raise their voices to hound him. Bloody idiots, keep yelling when there’s a startled kid! You back into the nearest corner and start to breathe heavy. Your ears ring, and Simon found you. He goes through the piles of ammo cartridges and suddenly the argument is muffled, and there’s only ringing. Until Simon’s voice broke through, and you looked up at him. You see you’re surrounded by darkness but Simon looked normal. His mask was on, but his focus was on you. Just take a minute. You needed it. This happened again, but only when you doing really bad.

Kyle hasn't stopped spending time with you, and if you're struggling to get up to the roof you guys like to sit on, he'll help you up. The wings are always around you, which can really help. It makes you feel like you're alone with Kyle, even if there are soldiers down below running drills or moving supplies around. You don't talk as much, but Kyle talks a bit more to fill the silence. Sometimes you guys don't talk at all. That's fine. Yeah, you could lean on him if you want. His arm goes around you, avoiding any scars you have.

The cadejos paid you a visit in your room one day, and they had... a ball? Rudolfo poked his head in and asked if you wanted to play some fetch for the dog spirits. You didn't think they played fetch but you don't say no. You follow them outside and throw the ball for them. The white spirit comes back like a golden retriever each time, front paws tapping away, tail whipping about, tongue lulling with happy pants, all while waiting for you to throw the ball. The darker spirit is a little less trained. When it caught the ball it sped back to you causing you to flinch. Rudy got his hands on your shoulders pulling you back, reminding the black cadejo to be gentle. Your body tenses but when Rudolfo checks in you tell him you're okay. Just startled a little. If you want to come out with the spirits again, you can ask.

You went to Alejandro and Horangi directly, asking if they could show you some better self defense techniques. You could fight, but you wanted to be better prepared if someone grabbed you again. Alejandro is hesitant because the last thing he wants is for you to have a panic attack in the middle of it. Horangi however is all for it. Knowing that stuff had saved his own ass more than once when he was building up debts. Why shouldn't you be able to drop captors like a sack of potatoes? Small bonus, he could make Alejandro be the one that got dropped on his back a few times. After all Alejandro had him outweighed, so learning more built attackers would be beneficial. Throughout the demonstrations, they do check in after check in. He was going to grab your wrists next okay? Alright, then he would whip you around, yep don't let him turn you around. Still good? Perfect.

Soon it was your last day off, and tomorrow you would be on leave with Johnny. It would be nice to see Scotland again. You wandered into the rec room where you saw Price on the couch. The tv was on likely watching the game. You sat down next to him, a blanket around you, and he gave you a smile.

“Are they winning?” You asked.

“Not who I’d like.” He admitted. You played on your phone for a bit and then started to nod off. Everything felt so much better. You were safe. No one could hurt you with your pack nearby. Price didn’t pay much mind. He assumed you came to the break room to have some privacy, and he kept his voice down for you in front of the tv. Until he felt the couch move. When he looked over, he saw you trembling. Fuck. He got off the couch and knelt down in front of you, shaking you awake.

“Come on kid, it’s not real. It’s not real!”

“NO!” You cried out, waking up and found Price looking at you, shaking you awake. Tears ran down your face. Nightmares were becoming more frequent again. All because that witch decided to force herself into your life again.

“You broken?” He asked. A gentle but calloused hand going, resting on your head. You gave him a hesitant nod. “Okay.”

Without asking he picked you up giving a playful roar. It surprised you, but you couldn’t help but laugh. He sat back on the couch, reclining so you could rest against his chest. You never noticed how warm he was. His wing wrapped around you unconsciously as he went back to the game. The captain’s heartbeat was calming against your ear.

“I’m sorry-“ you start to say.

“Don’t say sorry. You can’t control it.” He said. You continued watching the game until he turned it over to a show he saw you watching earlier in the week. Slowly you fell asleep again. Price found himself subconsciously stoking your ears as you relaxed into him. Before Price didn’t know what to make of you. Right now, he was worried about you. At first you were a requirement, something he was obligated to take on. Then you proved yourself, showing value to the team in more ways than one. Now… you were part of his hoard. You were a treasure worth protecting. His team had been doing better, and much better now that you were back.

“John I hav-“ Laswell walked in and looked up to see a scowling Price, shushing her.

“Just fell back asleep.” He said voice very low. Laswell raised a brow with a small smile. You shifted a bit and Price hushed you, not wanting you to wake up. John ran his claws gently through your hair, keeping you relaxed. Even Kate can’t deny you’d exceeded her expectations. When she first met you were about a terrifying as… well as a rabbit with antlers. You’d grown so much.

“You ever expect this to be a scenario we find ourselves in?” Price asked her.

“No. The time off has been approved… but there’s an issue.” Laswell said. Price looked up. “Colonel Vargas has offered an alternative.”

“What does that mean?” Price asked, a slight scowl at the word ‘alternative’.

“The program still has some authority, and with what’s been going on with the mother and the kidnapping they think sending her back with Johnny might put her at risk.” Laswell explained.

“…Alejandro has offered to take them in instead?” Price asked. Clearly the program wasn’t concerning themselves with separation anxiety.

“I’m trying to convince the program to let Johnny go with her. They’re proving difficult.” Laswell said.

“But she’ll be safe?” Price asked. Laswell nodded. Price got up, carrying you with him, still swaddled in your blanket. “Taking her to bed.”

Price took you to your room where he saw your things ready and packed. He set you down on the bed, and you shifted, rolling to your side. You would be safe. He knew that. He trusted the colonel, he was just worried about you. You’d only been back for a short while, and instead of going somewhere you knew, you were being tossed into a whole new environment. Hopefully Johnny would be understanding.

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[crusty-chronicles]

As requested, I present to you ✨

Hiei Bringing His Airheaded S/O To Demon World

Absolute chaos

The entire time he regrets bringing you there.

He only did so because he was tired of you crying everytime he left. Even though he always came back to you no matter what, idiot.

Truthfully, he prefers you staying in the living world because there's less things that could kill you.

No bloodthirsty demons salivating at the scent of you. No carnivorous plants waiting for you to aimlessly stumble into. And no threats of kidnapping and being used for ransom.

It's not like you can't take care of yourself, but the chances of a someone or something taking advantage of your naivety are high

Which is why he specifically tells you to stay close to him.

“If you get lost here, I won't try to find you.” It was a small warning that he'd never really follow through with. But he needed you to take this seriously.

“But you found me when I got lost on my way home that one time.”

“I mean it this time.”

He has to keep a constant eye on you at all times.

Even going as far as holding your hand to keep you in place.

Which is very humiliating for him. The three eyed demon not used to openly showing his affections.

His first stop is Mukuro's base. To which you responded ‘Why is it moving??? I think I'm gonna get motion sickness.’

Because of his constant supervision, he isn't really able to do his job.

And so it begins.

He needs his Jagan, so it's either you or the other poor humans who stumbled past the makai barrier.

Guess who he chooses most of the time.

The few times he does leave you, he makes sure you're occupied with something.

“Go spar with those new recruits over there while I'm gone.”

“Okay!”

Bless those poor demons. They never stood a chance.

Hiei warned Mukuro beforehand about you.

How you're decently strong but don't have a single thought in your head.

She didn't believe him at first. At least, not until she met you in person.

How you managed to bust a hole in the wall by tripping, she'd never know. She saw it happen, but she still doesn't understand how it's possible.

Hiei introduces you to her and immediately regrets it.

“You’re a liar! You said you didn't have any friends.” You pointed out, causing the three eyed demon to tense up.

“I don't. Mukuro's an ally.”

“We both know it's the same for you.”

He's actually mad you're smart enough to figure that out but not why you shouldn't eat glass.

He's pretty embarrassed about your relationship. Not because he's ashamed of you. Couldn't be any further than the truth. He relishes in the fact you're so strong, paired along with your heart that has more kindness than he's able to fathom.

No, Hiei is embarrassed because here he's respected. His reputation is infamous and he's regarded highly. Known to be cruel yet reasonable.

But here he is telling you not to wonder off like some worried parent.

Here he is inspecting the smallest of cuts on your finger and healing it.

It's just so embarrassing for him to be soft in front of others who aren't you.

“So this is the one that has you returning to the human world.” Mukuro teased.

But Hiei wouldn't take the bait.

“I don't know what you're talking about.

Only for you to come up to him with a small gem. Presenting it proudly to him.

“Hiei! Look what I found! Isn't it pretty?”

It's a ruby. Something you'd told him reminds you of his eyes. It makes a tinge of red appear on his face.

But Hiei's a stubborn demon.

“And what do you expect me to do with it?” A tone that would sound cruel to anyone but you.

“Maybe I could turn it into a necklace like the one you gave me.”

“That's a ridiculous idea.”

It was inevitable something would happen to you on this trip. A lot of demons were still bitter about the outcome of the tournament. And with Hiei's involvement with the reform, you were only a huge target.

He ends up wearing it for the rest of the trip. Guarding it with his life. Much to the amusement of the Mukuro and her henchmen.

He came back to the base expecting to see you waiting, but you weren't there.

He didn't waste a second using his Jagan to find you.

He fully prepared to end the life of whatever demon decided to mess with his mate, but when he found you, you'd already taken care of it.

Save for a few scratches on your arm, you were completely fine.

It led to Hiei scolding you for walking off with someone you didn't know. Promising this would be the last time you ever came here for acting so reckless, and that you weren't to leave his side for the rest of the time you were here.

It proved that he was right with you staying in the living world. It was safer for you. And he had Kurama to take care of you if anything happened. You were completely alone here.

“How come you didn't want me to come here?” You asked while he went over your injuries once more.

His answer came immediately.

“Because I knew you wouldn't be able to stay out of trouble.”

“Hey, it's not my fault that guy wanted to fight. How was I supposed to know he wasn't a part of Mukuro’s army?”

He glared up at you.

“You're an idiot.” Then his gaze softened. A look reserved only for you.

“…But you're my idiot, therefore my responsibility. I can't have you getting hurt on my watch.”

What kind of mate would he be if he couldn't even take care of you in his element?

You sat in silence for a while, and he briefly wondered if he went too far. You usually never took his harsh words to heart. He was relieved when he heard you speak again.

“You seem to really like it here. I wouldn't blame you if you decided to stayed after all one of these days.”

You still thought he would just abandon you? Truly your naivety infuriated him.

“In case I haven't made my intentions clear before, I come back for you and you only. Yet you still doubt my devotion. If you expect me to stay in the living world forever with you, you shouldn't.” But I'll always come back for you. Words he'd said over and over again.

An idea struck you then.

“We could stay here if you want. Get all old together. Maybe start a family.”

He couldn't stop the heat crawling onto his face. The way the red seemed to glow from his flustered state. He had to look away from you and move back.

“As if. I have no intentions to keep you here, nor procreate with someone who can't even tie their shoe.”

He heard you laugh and the red only worsened from there.

He didn't like the effect your words had on him.

Tempting him with something so sweet. Something that would inevitably give him even more of a weak spot.

But you weren't meant for this world. Your home was on the other side of this barrier. And his was with you.

For now this arrangement of being with you periodically would work.

[zero-and-crew]

Anti!AU pt.2 Electric Boogaloo!

+ A Very Rough Doodle!

sorry it's very low quality lol information under the cut

WARNING: Talks about kidnapping !!!

Cosmo, Wanda and Timmy struggled to cope with the loss of Peri— Cosmo and Wanda literally lost their child. It was hard on them. Very hard. They spend a lot of time struggling to cope, before starting to heal just a little. It's not easy. There's always going to be that part missing from all of them.

The nursery they had is still set up in their castle, they couldn't bear to take it down— and sometimes they still visit it. But they have each other! And with that, they manage to cope. Together.

One day, Timmy, Cosmo, and Wanda are playing a game of pirates. Timmy, standing on his bed, welding a wooden sword and pretending to do battle with Wanda while Cosmo's tied up, pretending to be a hostage. He's just about to win and save his fairy friend from the captain's mighty rage when suddenly the sound of a fairy poofing into their room stops them.

The typical darker cloud of the anti-fairies fills a small spot in the room, and Wanda and Cosmo immediately drop the pirate act, readying their wands and putting themselves between who they assume to be their counterparts. Timmy, still holding his sword, holds it out to fight too. It's never good when an anti-fairy visits. They're all confused, and scared. But they're not going to lose another member of their already tiny family. The cloud dissipates, and to their surprise.. It's not Anti-Cosmo, or Anti-Wanda.. It's..

A baby.

They all stand there, confused and shocked more than anything.

The baby then introduces himself as Foop. Their son's anti-fairy.

Their baby has an anti-fairy. He's still alive, somewhere. Wait. Why is his anti-fairy here? Do his parents know where he is? Why did he come to them specifically? There must be a reason! Does he know what happened to their son? The look on his face implies he knows something.

When they ask him why he's there, the poor baby starts to cry. He's hungry, in need of a nap, and knows way too much for such a little guy. And it's really late. He should be in bed. He's already in his pajamas, maybe he snuck out after being out to bed. If he's really their son's anti-fairy, that means he can't be that old— so he must really need a nap. They can talk after he gets some rest.

It might be best.

They can give him a place to stay for the night. It's the least they can do, since they're not sure Anti-Cosmo would want them showing up at his castle with his son at this hour. Especially not after the last few visits... The countless accusations of him taking their son, even though he's nowhere to be found in Anti-Fairy, or Pixie world for that matter.

They know what to do, having learned how to care for their own son before he was born. So, they comfort the poor kid and magically refill his bottle. Eventually, he falls asleep— and stays that way for a while. When he wakes up the next morning, he's still not exactly ready to tell Cosmo and Wanda everything. But, he does tell them he knows their son is alive. He's even... talked. To Peri. He doesn't mention everything else he did. That'd be too much for everyone to handle at once. Too depressing.

They have a place where he can sleep— where he doesn't need to worry about Peri, or having to go see him. He has information they need. It's a fair trade. Anti-Cosmo, and Anti-Wanda don't immediately know where he is— so, he feels safe enough to stay there... He never really felt unsafe at home, especially with Anti-Wanda. He knows she means well. When he really didn't feel safe, was when he was with AC and Peri. He knows how awful Peri can be now..

He's not sure what dark thoughts plague Peri's mind, but he does know he's Peri's anti-fairy. His opposite. And nicer, much kinder and happier thoughts plague his own. Thoughts of whiskers and kittens or being kind to someone creep up on him and he hates it. He's not supposed to like those things. He does still enjoy the occasional bit of chaos, or bit of violence.

Of course, in Irep's mind— this means that Peri has the opposite problem. He must have some dark and twisted thoughts floating around his mind— and likely frequently. Thoughts of evil and torment, surely.

And he's not wrong.

We'll talk more about Anti-Cosmo and Peri's situation later :3 We're still working on Peri's ref! So it'll come with that post :3

[katyspersonal]

Hey I explored Yahar’gul the other day and I got reminded of smt and idk if we talk about it before.

But it’s about the kids. 

Well lil reminder for people. We know some of the corpses in the chairs of Yahar’gul and the nightmare of Mensis are too small to be foreigners. So euh why do you think they were kids around Mensis & Micolash?

(like the kid here sorry I can't find better pic for now)

I got severals ideas. To put it simply, I wouldn’t be surprised if Mensis took under their wings the kids of Yhahar’gul or even some orphans of Yharnam (that nobody wanted or care) or more simply the children of members from Mensis and indoctrinated the poor lads into their cult as well. (Yes I can picture Mico giving math classes to little kids now, help). 

Don't you worry, /I/ have a better picture >:3

+ The interesting detail about it is that little corpses, presumed children, do not have shackles unlike the adult ones:

Hypogean Gaol literally means 'underground jail' and well, there are jailcells, so maybe these people were literal prisoners! Not to mention the vehicles you find deeper in Yahar'gul being for transporting prisoners!

If you remember, my theory was that Choir used children (orphaned children, specifically!) because they have had a higher chance of being heard by the Great Ones, as well as perceiving them on their own because Great Ones wanted to adopt children, unable to have their own. (According to Miyazaki himself, the general idea is that the more developed species always have less children, so maybe the most developed species could not have any at all, as immortal and perfect beings!) School of Mensis might have had the similar motivation for involving children in it - they would have had a better "connection" with Great Ones, and perhaps attract Great Ones to descend better! Maybe those Amygdalas played with them and let them ride their backs all the time xDDD Lack of shackles on the children does make me think that they were willing, whether it is because Micolash can talk to children (whereas adults will recognize his "bad vibes" fsdhfsd), because they were roped from such a young age they don't know any better or both. Maybe he promised them all a new mom.

Micolash does have shackles himself, though, which is extra interesting because like,... did he need them? My only guess was that he had to restrict himself, expecting pain or instinctive urge to run away. Maybe he was much more scared than we think, which I doubt because the cage is suppressing such urges, so I bet on expected torment. So, again, likely that children had it easier as Great Ones favour them!

^^^ But also, not all children were involved, apparently? The crowds of petrified people in Yahar'gul do have some little boys! I have roughly three ideas:

1) These children were of other kidnapped people, so, not orphaned! Thus, not really fitting the right emotion of loneliness and yearning for a parent that resonates with the Great Ones.

2) It is possible that School of Mensis separated from the Choir, since Damian and Micolash are using Choir tools. They might have also taken many orphans from their Orphanage with them, so they were already subjected to be the "secret thinkers"! (Also imagine every other time some kid gets orphaned, Choir and Mensis having a goddamn competition to snatch them xD)

3) Micolash only really picked children that have shown the "potential". Not everyone will be perceptive of 'smart' ideas about higher plane, ascension etc; even among children some people just do not trust such things or not understand them!

Maybe it is a combination of all three, but I am leaning towards number 1! I do think that the factor of despair was important for people that School of Mensis used. So, prisoners already had their willpower broken, and orphaned children were desperate and lonely. Again - Yahar'gul definitely had a little too many people kidnapped, many are just stuck there petrified without being used in a ritual or having cages. Perhaps Yahar'gul's kidnapped basically everyone, and then Micolash was picking out those he seemed fit for "further use", or "worthy of ascension" rather than leaving them be just a cattle. But of course the other kidnapped people could not just go home, since they've seen too much now.

Not gonna lie, I feel a pit in my stomach after writing this one for some reason. Yeah, my conclusion is a combination of children (especially orphaned) having the best connection with the Great Ones and Micolash cherry-picking the 'intelligent', 'worthy' people. I suspect that not all prisoners were picked, either. I also headcanon Gehrman and Rom as having been orphans, so when it is not one thing (age) it is the other (deeply rooted loneliness since childhood). I just.. well, it is kinda disturbing, isn't it

[tss-whumper]

tss kidnapped au

this is the summary of my tss kidnapped au!

(cw -> kidnapping, c-ptsd, abusive parents, physical abuse, violence, emotional abuse, ransom, captivity, past bullying)

roman was a spoiled brat and a bully. from kindergarten all the way to the tenth grade, he always got everything he wanted, and his powerful politician parents had enough money to buy him an entire country if they wanted to. with his influence and money, roman terrorized other children, making fun of them for not being able to afford name brand clothes, recording them crying and posting it to his very active social media accounts, and overall just making their days at school a living hell. he doesn't get violent, not wanting to dirty his dainty hands, but he has others do his dirty work for him, rewarding them with money and the like.

and his most prominent victim is virgil: a small, shy boy his age who obviously is very poor. virgil's life has been made a living hell by roman, and he dreads going to school because of it.

until roman gets kidnapped.

virgil is free, but at what cost? without roman to stifle him, he becomes more confident, coming into his own and finding his voice. but in the back of his mind, he can't help but worry about roman, at the mercy of dangerous men who have done way worse than the fifteen-year-old spoiled brat was ever capable of.

when roman gets rescued two years later, he’s a completely new person. years of torment did something to him. he never brags, never says rude things anymore. he's changed drastically, but was it really for the better? or really for the worse?

virgil is torn, but he decides to help roman out, seeing that everybody else is too scared to approach the fallen monarch. maybe this is his way of getting closure, of letting roman's reign of terror come to an end by shaking hands and declaring a truce.

as the two get to know each other better, as friends instead of enemies, roman learns just how awful virgil's life was, even without roman's torment in the way. virgil's parents were terrible to him, and they ended up going to jail for child abuse/endangerment. and virgil finds out what roman's time with the kidnappers was like: nonstop abuse and terror, and heartbreak because his parents valued their power more than his safety. the two slowly understand each other more and more, and start to become genuine friends more so than stranded kids helping each other through a tough situation.

[kitkatt0430]

Season 2 Flash AU where it's not Harry Wells who comes through from E2 to team up with Team Flash. It's E2 Hartley Rathaway.

Dr. Harrison Wells had already been killed by Zoom early on (sorry, Harry) - maybe after Zoom started taking Velocity and thought he didn't need Wells anymore since the side effects hadn't begun yet. Zoom can make time remnants but hasn't figured out how to travel in time more than a few hours (or a day at most) for his Jay vs Zoom stunts. So he can't just go back and undo Harry's death or go back further to dissuade himself from taking Velocity in the first place. So Zoom turns to Harry's successor, Dr. Hartley Rathaway.

If anyone can figure out how to steal speed for Zoom to heal himself with, surely Harrison Wells' handpicked prodigy could do it.

It's not Jesse who gets kidnapped; poor girl is grieving and has enough on her plate with her dad dead anyway. It's Jerrie Rathaway, Hartley's younger sister. Whom Hartley has custody of after a tragic accident had killed his parents a few years earlier. She's fourteen and terrified but so sure her brother is going to save her.

So Hartley knows Zoom is going to demand something from him eventually, but he heads to E2 to meet Team Flash there and ask for their help. Jay's gone missing, after all, so it's not like he can turn to his Earth's Flash. He brings with him a few projects from his own Earth, of course. His own version of the Piper gloves - unfinished - and a tricked out flute. Just a music project, nothing to worry about.

Of course Team Flash doesn't trust Hartley at the start, but they relent and let him help and when things go sideways in their attempt to trap Zoom using Linda, Hartley risks his life to try to save Barry. Doesn't work, but it endears him to the team after Cisco shoots Zoom like in canon.

He and Cisco get close - Hartley can't resist flirting with Cisco despite knowing what Cisco's counterpart on E2 is like - and it's definitely a mutual attraction. Helped on Cisco's side that this Hartley is friendlier and respects Cisco as an engineer.

And then Zoom dangles Jerrie in front of Hartley one night, demands Hartley figure out how to steal a speedster's speed, and makes his big damn mistake because Hartley was affected by the accelerator on his Earth.

Harry kept it quiet for his sake and the meta detector was never made commercially available. So Hartley's kept it secret all this time. He only ever told Cisco on Team Flash and Cisco kept it quiet for him too. It's just augmented hearing - a bit painful, but kept in check with hearing aids. But augmented hearing that lets him realize Zoom and Jay have the same voice.

So when Hartley puts Jay in the pipeline using his completed flute, no one sees it coming. And he's got a lot of explaining to do. Caitlin doesn't believe him, but Cisco does. And Barry is willing to make Jay think Barry believes he's Zoom to humor Hartley. Except Jay's all too willing to believe that Barry knows he's Zoom and, well... the truth does out.

Cue E2 shenanigans as Hartley, Cisco, and Barry go to rescue Jerrie. Zoom's missing - he hadn't planned on being caught so no time remnant wandering around in his absence at the moment. Reverb's in charge, however, and he's a menace with Killer Frost and Deathstorm's backup. They manage to rescue Jerrie anyway and the man in the iron mask, the real Jay Garrick of E2... the doppelganger of Henry Allen of E1. No E3 randomly muddying the waters concerning when Zoom found out about the multiverse.

It ends with Hartley returning to E2 with his sister, but promising to go back and forth across the breach - taking turns with Cisco - because they're dating now. Hartley can't move to E1 - he doesn't want to take over the life of his E1 counterpart when that Hartley is still alive and a wanted criminal. And Cisco can't exactly live on E2 for the same reasons concerning Reverb.

The real Jay's speed has been badly depleted by Zoom's repeated, failed attempts to steal that speed on his own. But Hartley and Caitlin think they can help him power back up eventually to be E2's Flash once more. In the mean time, Hartley thinks maybe the Pied Piper could be of use protecting the city... and he's starting to notice he might actually have something of a sonic scream going on too.

[montammil]

TWO WHUMPERS?? Oh ho ho, I'm already choosing favorites. I think I like Blake more for now, because unlike someone, he appreciates beautiful blue wings

So, Blake what is a perfect pet for you? How do you imagine life with a pet? Do you believe you will be a responsible owner?

And, if you're still interested in doing cold cold eyes requests, maybe you consider some of these ideas, please?

1 Lawrence and Marshall go somewhere to eat in public and someone who knows Marshall before kidnapping sees them and tries to talk and Marshall knows he needs to act like "everything is fine, he is not kidnapped, please leave before Lawrence will get mad and kill you and punish me god know how". (I wonder if Marshall will succeed and Lawrence will be pleased or fail and Lawrence end up killing the guy and blame it on Marshall, adding more trauma for poor boy) +++++ kudos, if this person mentions some very dangerous themes like Marshall's parents looking for him. 2 Lawrence actually did broke Marshall's fingers as punishment for something really serious, and now he helps his son with basic stuff - feeds him, dresses him, brushes his hair etc. maybe even brushes Marshall's teeth. And Marshall knows what Lawrence is still angry with him and desperately tries to not irritate him more, but it's really hard to be treated like a baby, so how long will he be able to behave? 3 This one for times, then Marshall has stockholm syndrome and Lawrence's friends thinks Marshall is his real son. Maybe some of them start nagging Marshall for being childish and tell him to man up? And Lawrence hears it. I know it's a lot, feel free to ignore or change these ideas as you like. I enjoy everything you write anyway)

"To your first question, the perfect pet is someone obedient and loyal, without those things, what's even the point of having one? But like us humans, pets can be broken down just like anyone else. If you can't do that, you aren't a good pet owner."

"To your second question... I imagine my life with a pet very simple. I get home from work, they entertain me, and in return they get rewarded. I'm no monster, after all."

"And to your last question... of course I'd be a responsible pet owner. Sure, maybe I haven't done as much research as Liam, but unlike him, I treat my pets with dignity when it's deserved."

...

And yes, please continue to request Cold, Cold Eyes things!! I'll never get tired of them! I plan to post the other two requests soon, since I love all these ideas equally and it was impossible to choose one!

CW: Murder (implied), food, panic attack, crying, parental whumper, manipulation, French people /j

Marshall didn't know what to think when Lawrence mentioned going to a restaurant to eat. He'd been in Lawrence's house for just a little less than half a year now, even if it feels like a lot more

Lawrence notices the younger man's nervous frown. "Is something wrong?"

"Are you sure about me being out in public?" Marshall doesn't know if this is a test or something, but what ever it is, he doesn't like it. What if someone notices him? Surely not, he thinks he looks way different than what he looked like before he was taken, given the childish pastel blue clothes he's wearing.

Lawrence's expression softens, and he reaches out to tuck a few strands of hair behind Marshall's ear. "I'm sure. I can trust you, right, kiddo?"

Marshall nods. "Yeah, but--"

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

"If you're sure..." Marshall is still convinced this is some kind of test. There's no way he can just be this calm and nonchalant about it. He doesn't know if he should be more worried, or less.

Lawrence smiles at him, then turns around and starts walking towards the front door. "Come on, let's go!"

Marshall follows and awkwardly gets in the passenger seat of his car. At least he's not making him sit in the backseat with a booster seat. Now that'd be really humiliating. He doesn't even know where they're going to eat, Lawrence just mentioned a French restaurant. Marshall never cared much for French food, but Lawrence seems pretty hyped for it, so he chooses to not complain.

He doesn't know why he'd feel bad to ruin his kidnapper's happy mood. It used to be out of fear, but it doesn't feel like that anymore. He knows some part of him really doesn't mind some of Lawrence's affections, given his daddy issues, but he'd be pretty messed up in the head to actually love his captor back, right?

They park in a parking lot, and Lawrence takes his keys out of the ignition and then puts on sunglasses. "Now, you remember what we talked about, right?"

"Yeah." How could he forget. He's been thinking about it nonstop.

Lawrence walks around to the other side of the car, and opens the door for Marshall. "Good. Let's go."

Marshall steps out of the car and follows Lawrence into the restaurant. It looks pretty fancy, and he takes note of how the waiters and waitresses all look really professional. He wonders how much this place cost. It's like the French restaurant stereotype.

Most people around them don't look their way, luckily. Marshall wonders why Lawrence has sunglasses on inside, but doesn't say anything. Even if he wanted to, his anxiety would be too much.

The lady at the front desk smiles politely at him. "Bonjour, Lawrence. Comment allez-vous?"

"Plutôt bien! Et toi, comment ça va?"

Marshall stares at him in surprise. They continue to converse back and forth before he leads Marshall to the back of the room, where it's more isolated. There's one person eating alone, but he seems too enthralled with his food to care.

Lawrence points to a table and gestures for Marshall to sit down. He does so, Lawrence sitting across from him.

He picks up his menu and hums. "What are you getting, kiddo?"

"I don't really know most of the stuff on this menu," Marshall replies flatly. He's never been here before, and he doesn't really feel like looking through the whole thing. He just wants to eat so he can go home and go back to bed.

"Oh, that's okay. I'll order for you."

Marshall nods. Even if Lawrence annoys him, he admires he at least knows what food he likes and doesn't, so he trusts him in that regard.

Lawrence soon holds up a hand and tells the waitress that they'll both have croque monsieurs and potatoes au gratin. He understood the 'potatoes' part in his sentence, at least.

As Lawrence talks to Marshall about random stuff that he isn't really paying attention to, he notices the guy from across the room staring at him. They lock eyes briefly, the guy having ginger hair and blue eyes, and is in an expensive-looking suit. He doesn't know why anyone would want to eat alone here, unless maybe the poor guy had been stood up or something.

The stranger breaks the eye-contact first, looking back down at his food. Marshall thinks it's strange, but goes back to pretending to pay attention to Lawrence. Does the guy recognize him? He hopes not, or else a scene will definitely be caused.

A few minutes later, their food comes out. The waitress sets down what look like cheese and ham sandwiches for both of them, and a side of cheesy potatoes that look like they were mushed together. He's glad it looks actually pretty good.

He takes a bite of the sandwich and moans happily. "Mmm, this is delicious!"

"Good, huh?" Lawrence asks, smiling at him.

"Yeah, it's really good! I've never had anything like this before."

Lawrence chuckles. "I'm glad."

Marshall notices the guy staring at him again with his phone out this time, but tries to ignore it when Lawrence picks up his glances towards the stranger. After a while, Lawrence stands up and announces he's going to the restroom. Marshall nods and watches him walk away.

"Hey, kid."

Oh no. Marshall looks at the guy again, who's now staring directly at him. "Uh, y-yeah?"

"You're Marshall Jackson, aren't you?"

"Oh, umm... no. I don't know who that is." He hopes if he plays dumb, the guy will just leave him alone. He's not doing this for Lawrence, he just doesn't want the poor guy to get hurt. That's what he tells himself, anyway.

The guy frowns. "I saw you on TV."

Marshall freezes, unable to think of anything to say. "I really think you have the wrong person, sir."

"Look... I'm gonna call the police, okay? He's not going to hurt you anymore."

Oh fuck. Marshall's heart starts racing. "Please don't. I'm not kidnapped, okay? Please don't call anyone."

"Don't you want to get back to your parents? They're worried sick about you."

No. Marshall doesn't want to think about them. He feels like crying, what turned to be an innocent day out turned awful. He never wants to go outside again. His lip starts quivering as he stares at the man, trying to muster another reply.

When he thinks of his parents, he thinks of not wanting to go back. Tears start to roll down his eyes and he feels on the verge of a panic attack.

"Marshall!" Lawrence bolts over, kneeling down and cupping Marshall's pale cheeks in both his hands. "Hey, what happened? What did he say to you?" 

He looks back at the man and grabs the phone out of his hand and throws it to the ground. 

"What did you say to him?!" His sunglasses are no longer on his face, and an angry glare is showing in his eyes.

The man swallows thickly but glares back. "I told him I was going to call the cops because you're a kidnapper," he states matter-of-factly. Just as he tries standing, Lawrence clocks him in the face. The man falls to the ground with a grunt.

"Let me tell you something," Lawrence snarls, stomping his foot against his chest to pin him down. "You ever talk to my son like that again, and I'll kill you. Do you understand me?"

"He--" the man chokes on air, "he isn't your son."

Marshall panics more. He sees Lawrence get even more angry, clenching his fists, so he crawls forward to grab onto his pant leg tightly, shaking his head in desperation. "No, please don't-- don't hurt him. Let's just go home. Please."

Lawrence lets out a breath, and then nods. He breaks the man's phone by stomping on that, too. He grabs his sunglasses that fell on the floor, takes a deep breath, and puts them back on. 

Marshall yelps when he gets lifted off the ground with surprising ease, and notices the same lady from before is standing at the entrance of the room. She doesn't even look slightly worried or alarmed.

In a monotone voice, Lawrence tells her, "On prend l'entrée arrière." He walks out the door and pauses. "Tuez-le. Je me fiche de savoir comment, mais faites-le."

Marshall wonders what he's saying. On second thought, he doesn't want to know, since she seems to be more than just an employee here. He tries to open his mouth to say something, but Lawrence shushes him and continues walking.

Once they're outside, he opens the back car door and puts Marshall in, getting in afterwards. "Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," Marshall murmurs. He feels anything but, but he doesn't want Lawrence to go back in there and really kill the guy. He just feels so lucky he ended up not doing it.

If Lawrence ended up killing him, Marshall couldn't live with himself. He'd feel responsible for whatever happened. He knows he wouldn't be able to handle that.

Lawrence sighs. "I'm so sorry about that, Marshie. I really didn't think anyone would recognize you, but you were right. What did he say to you?"

Sniffling, Marshall says, "Nothing."

"Marshall, you can be honest with me."

His voice is so soft and genuine, and Marshall cries harder. "He said my parents were worried about me." 

He doesn't know why he's telling Lawrence this, given Lawrence showed nothing but anger every time he brought up his biological, real parents, but with how sweet he's acting right now, it's impossible for him not to cave in.

Lawrence rubs Marshall's back gently. "Oh, bud..." He presses multiple kisses to Marshall's forehead and hair, rocking him back and forth. "Shh... shh, I've got you."

After, and only after Marshall's tears cease, does Lawrence pull away to thumb the last of his tears away. Marshall hates himself for leaning into his touch.

"And you know why that was stupid of him to say, right, sweetie?"

Marshall nods shakily.

He smiles. "Good. They left you. They don't care about you and... I've seen them on TV before. I can tell they're faking their sadness and tears when they talk about you. It's so obvious it hurts. They kicked you out, they couldn't care less what happened to you. I bet they wouldn't even care if you're dead."

Those words make Marshall start to cry again. Lawrence says these words so sweetly still and he hates it. He doesn't even doubt his words, either.

"But I care about you," Lawrence continues, voice more sweet than ever now. "I love you. You're my entire world, and I'm so proud of you for not listening to that... that man. You're my pride and joy. Never forget that."

Again, Marshall can only nod.

Lawrence presses one more kiss to his temple. "Let's go home now. I'll make whatever you want and we can stargaze tonight. Maybe even camp outside. Would you like that, kiddo?"

"Yeah," Marshall whispers, sniffling. "I'd like that."

[lyon-amore]

What if...? Duskwood Chapter 35

Chapter 34 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Macie POV*

 I'm regretting not being as knowledgeable about computers or hacking programs as that would have taken a bit of a load off Jake. The poor Jessy has sent me a message to take a break and because she wants to explore the surroundings with me, I have accepted because I also have nothing to do but wait…

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 Jessy It’s really a shame that you're not here with us 🙁 Imagine if we really explore together 😮 You should have come... I'm worried that something could happen to you 😔

 Macie I know, but I couldn't go 🙁

 Jessy I work, I know 😩 Even so… you are alone and with no one who can help you if something happens

 Macie Nothing it’s gonna happen to me The important thing is that you all are well 🙂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 We continued to talk about Phil and if there was anything against him in the photos, it’s made it very clear: There was nothing that could accuse him. So, she gives me a clue on Hannah's car. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy Macie You remember that I looked at Hannah’s satnav?

 Macie Sure, I remember That lead you to Iris Hanson

 Jessie Exactly Anyway, I sat down in Hannah's car to look at it And the seat was too far back for me I had to pull it to the front so I could reach the satnav Hannah is only a bit taller than me The seat was so far back, as if it had been adjusted to accommodate to a tall man Thomas said that Hannah's car had been missing too With the seat as far back as it was, I’m absolutely sure that it was a man who returned the car ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Of course, the kidnapper returned the car so they wouldn't find it at the place where she was kidnapped from. The problem is where Hannah was the day she was kidnapped. Maybe… There's only one place I can think of and where she was kidnapped.    "At…Michael's house?" I mutter "But why would he be there?" I only have the supposition that it has to do with Jennifer's accident that she was in his house, the why I don't know.

 We continue talking until she reaches a resting place. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy Somehow I still can't believe it I'm pretty sure Richy wouldn't have come here with us I mean the house, not on this walk

 Macie What do you mean?

 Jessy In the legend, the man without a face comes to get everyone in the marked house Do you remember? Richy wouldn’t have just left his parents behind like that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 But he didn’t mark his house, but his workshop... That is why this theory doesn’t make sense, really only someone who is not very interested in legends could have made a mistake like that and he wasn't very interested, what is more, he didn’t believe that all this had to do with the man without a face, he seemed to want to avoid the subject. It was becoming more and more obvious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy I think he did it for us And especially for me

 Macie You were really important to him ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 And that's what I hate the most. He cared about her… And… How can I continue like this? I'll go crazy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy I miss him so much

 Macie I know, Jessy 😔

 Jessy I think I’m gonna go back One thing You won’t have stayed for Jake, right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Hasn't Lilly told her that Jake is with me? My God! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie No I'm sure Jake would have liked me away from Duskwood 😅

 Jessy He cares a lot about you, doesn't he? 🤭 I wish you two could be together now At least I would be much calmer… Although the dangerous boy… Seeing each other in secret… Is not bad   🤔 😏

 Macie JESSY! FORGET IT!

 Jessy Ha ha ha!! 😆 It's really fun to make you mad about him, Macie 😊 It shows that it is important to you

 Macie You don’t know how much…

 Jessy I only know That I have hopes that you two can be together I like him even though he calls me Jessica 😒

 Macie Yeah, when you get to know him well, you can see that he's a good guy And forgive him for calling you by your full name, he is like that with people who feel that he is a ''threat'' to our relationship But don't tell him that I told you 🤭

 Jessy Ooooh! So he thinks I'm going to rob you! Not after having seen through the chat how you flirted 😉

 Macie Was it very noticeable?

 Jessy Let's say that with us he has been quite serious With you it seems different Well I have arrived

 Macie Thanks for the little trip

 Jessy Thank you for the company 🙂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I get out of bed to pick up some of the food we've finished. I watch Jake concentrating on the computer and remember the conversation with Jessy. It’s true that with me it is different or at least, over time he has changed. I think he just needed someone by his side to recover a bit of his past life. Even if it was just a little.    "If you keep looking at me that way I won't be able to concentrate." he tells me and I see that he blushes.    "Well, how come you don't want me to stop watching you if you're the only one I can watch in this room?" I say, teasing him a bit.     He lets out a laugh and I continue to clean up.

I go out of the room to throw out the garbage and, when I’m going to enter the room, I notice a look. I turn and see Mrs. Walter peeking out, probably curious why I don't go to my room and go to the mystery boy's room. I greet her with a smile, and she quickly closes the door. I walk in laughing. I guess she's thinking.    "What is going on?" Jake asks me.    "I think Mrs. Walter is wondering why I don't go to my room." I reply, approaching him and leaning a little to hug him and lean on his shoulder "How are you doing?"     "I have done it" he says with a happy tone ". We have access to Hannah's cell phone."    "Great!" I exclaim and see that he retreats back from my scream "Sorry." I give him a kiss on the forehead as an apology.    "It's okay" he says, with a smile ", I understand your happiness" he lets out a sigh, looking at the screen "But I have not yet gained access to all areas of phone."      I lean against the table to look at his face.    "Then this was just a sort of interim report?"    “No, not quite” He crosses his arms, keeping his gaze on me now ". While I work on opening up access to more applications and files, you can take a look at what I have unlocked so far" I nod paying attention, I don't want to fail again ". Naturally, I will highlight any new areas."    “Got it."    “This cell phone is a huge opportunity for us, Macie” he leans across the table, resting his elbows on it ". Please take a careful at everything. As we cannot otherwise be sure to not have overlooked anything."     Ok, now I feel too much pressure. This phone is very important and I don't want to screw up leaving anything without looking. The truth is that it was one thing to read the conversations of the rest to find a clue and quite another thing to look at someone else's phone. And plus a person who has been kidnapped.    "I've never done something like this before…" I admits. All I did was read the transcripts of messages that were passed to me, looking at a complete phone was something else, what will I find there? "Looking through someone else's phone, I mean."    "Does you feel bad doing this?" He asks me now worried.     I bite the inside of my cheek, shaking my head.    "No, it's okay" I sigh and look at him ". I… I’ll do it for you…” I tell him sincerely. This is important to him, it is another step for his sister and I want to help him "All this we do has brought us together."     Jake takes my hand and kisses it, then strokes it lovingly. I sigh at that gesture of affection. He himself knows the pressure he has put on me.    “I am sorry” he says in a deep, broken voice "I do not wish for you to do things just for me, if you feel bad doing them” I notice that he makes a sad voice. Okay, now I see that he is pretending a bit, he knows that I have the soul of a researcher and that in part, I wanted to help him. And I don't want him to have to gossip about his sister's things either, who knows if he would find something that would make him uncomfortable? ". If you do not want to do it, I will look at the contents by myself."    "No, I’ll do it" I answered quickly. My pride can too "It's my job” I see him smile at me and I roll my eyes. Jake knows full well that I can't be wanting to do nothing ". Ok, give me the phone. If I spend another minute doing nothing, they'll find another missing person in this room."     He laughs seeing my desperation to help him.    "I thank you Macie." I see relief in his eyes. Yes. He can't bring himself to look at his phone either ". Well then, the access is still the same, from your phone" I nod, going for it ". In the meantime, I will work on opening up even more areas."    "Got it boss."    "Macie?" I turn to look at him and he smiles at me ". Good luck."   ��"Good luck Jake."     He nods and goes back to the computer.

I sit up in bed and see that he's given me access to Hannah's phone like an app. Before entering it, I see the photos that have passed in the group. They all seem happy to come in together and safe... I feel a little envious, to be honest... I'm in Duskwood and I can't spend a little time with my friends.    <<You will as soon as we finish this. Let's go get Hannah's phone. >> 

I access the phone and enter the browser to find out if there is something important that I have searched for. Hannah seems to have searched the browser for the Pine Glade festival. There is a map with a carriage tour, but it seems that one area is inaccessible, the waterfall. I leave the browser, there is nothing interesting or striking. I go to the map app. It asks me to activate the GPS. I accept it. It shows me the map of the area where they are right now.    “This place would definitely be perfect for Stephan…” I comment, looking at all the locations that show me on the map as a tour guide.     It ends up unlocking the chat app. Before accessing and out of curiosity, I tap the fortune cookie that there is as an application. The result makes me laugh: ‘Listen to your intuition.’ The fortune cookie seems to agree with me more than anyone else. Then I go to look at the chats. I laugh watching the conversation between Hannah and her father. It seems that they have a good relationship. The last messages from her are the ones that worry me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Dad Sweetie? Thomas is here. Where are you? Please call us Sweetie? Mom and I are getting scared ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Reading it makes me sad. I can't even imagine how worried they must be...

 The next chat I read is with Thomas. A smile escapes me when reading the messages. It's amazing that Hannah agreed to another date after the disaster. She must have been too in love with Thomas to accept another date… Until they fought over that bracelet… It's the last messages that make me feel helpless. I had already read it, but reading it from Hannah's chat room was so much sadder. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Thomas Hey you I just wanted to say how much I miss you Everyone’s doing their best to find you, you know? Cleo and I tried to break into the Aurora’s basement Can you imagine? I think we're all starting to go a bit crazy here Lilly hasn't been too well, either. You know how she is And Dan’s in the hospital. Jessy, Richy and Macie are even on the trail of some old Duskwood legend, what do you think about that? I still don't know why you sent me the number of Macie But you’ll have had your reasons I really miss you, Hannah I love you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 It is almost a letter to be able to cope with it, writing it gives him hope that we will find her.

 The chat with Cleo makes me laugh. I see that Hannah is like me in movie preferences, poor thing she fell asleep because she got bored. The messages continue and in the end, we get to the point where Hannah disappeared. And then Dan's chat. This must have been when Jake contacted them, that something bad had happened to her. It seems that even though Dan and Hannah didn't have a close relationship, he was willing to defend her from anyone who was bothering her... It seems that everyone cared about her.

 A chat ends up unlocking. A chat that leaves me surprised. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Amy Hannah? Can we talk?

 Hannah Of course, Amy What's up?

 Amy I saw you secretly taking some pills today I’m not trying to make any assumptions here...

 Hannah But you wondering whether these pills might be why I’m I seeing the man without a face Right?

 Amy …Yes

 Hannah I can see why you might think that But I pinky promise you that these pills have nothing to do with it

 Amy But why Hannah? Why are you only one seeing him?

 Hannah Because I’m responsible for her death

 Amy I'm sorry Like I said, I really didn't want to make any assumptions

 Hannah It’s ok I was driving Amy. You were only sitting next to me And that's why I’m the only one who sees him You are not to blame in any way

 Amy I completely disagree And you wouldn’t have been driving without me in the first place All of this happened, because you wanted to help me

 Hannah Maybe we shouldn't talk about it any more ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I read the conversation over and over again. Everything I thought… I didn't want to have been right… Hannah… She… She’d killed Jennifer… I look at Jake and then at my phone. How am I going to be able to tell him this?

Wait, there's more conversation.

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 Hannah I tried to call you, but it just went to voicemail. But I left you a message saying everything I wanted to say I hope you won’t be angry listening to it Please get back to me, ok?

 Amy Hey, I heard your message Could we meet up

 Hannah Of course

 Amy At Michael Hanson's house in 20 minutes. Would that be ok?

 Hannah At Michael Hanson's house? But yeah, sure. I'll be there ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 This message is weird, why meet in an abandoned house? What was Amy thinking?

 I lick my lips. Dry with surprise reading these last messages between Hannah and Amy. Or perhaps more than surprise, it was a stir of feelings for Hannah. She and Amy did something terrible and she kept it a secret for years. I don't know… I don't know how to feel…

I slowly approach Jake, trembling. I have to tell him that his sister is a murderer.    "Jake?" I try to say, though my voice barely responds to the feature. As if I wanted to keep quiet so as not to hurt him.     When Jake looks at me, I see that he cares about how I am.    "Yes Macie?" He takes my hands and caresses them lovingly.     I swallow hard, preparing myself.    “I found a chat between Hannah and Amy” I say very slowly. I see that he keeps looking at me, confused. I take a breath and continue ". They were chatting about the man without a face and… Jake… I'm so sorry… Hannah ran over Jennifer."     Jake's expression changes again. It's like he saw something horrible.    "What?" He asks, frowning.     I look at the ceiling, searching for the exact words.    "Yes" I look into his eyes, trying to sound as calm as possible. I've always been direct, but breaking this news is pretty hard. Although we suspected it, confirmation was hard ". Hannah said so herself."     Jake gets up from his chair, turning his back to me. I look at him nervously and place a hand on his shoulder, wanting to call his attention, to comfort him.    "Jake-"    "With this chat you have found much more than I had hope for" he turns around looking at me calmly. I think he doesn't want me to be affected. We've been through so much today that if we get carried away again, we won't be able to go on and find her ". Well done, Macie…” he says slowly, slurring his words a little.    "Thank you." I replied without much emotion.     We stay silent. I'm worried about Jake. He is very calm. No. No, Jake is not well. I feel it. It's that strange aura. This tranquility is not normal for him. I fixed on his hand. He is shaking.    "Now we finally have certainty that Hannah is actually responsible for Jennifer's death" he says firmly, mimicking the excitement of the big discovery ". That's really-"     He stops talking, squeezing his hand. He avoids looking at me now, unable to go on.    "It’s making you sad, isn’t it?" I tell him, being now his support.     Jake opens and closes his hand, not knowing what to do. He sits up in bed, putting his hands to his head.    "Yes."     I walk over to him and sit next to him. I takes his hand and he looks at me. Look for support in my gaze. I push his bangs back lovingly and sigh.    "It’s normal for you to feel like that" I try to control myself. I don't like seeing him like this ". I'm sorry."    “You do not have to be, Macie” He grips my hand tightly. I'm all he has now ". We wanted to unveil the secret. That's why we are here."     I nod slowly. Jake takes a breath and begins to relax.

He gets out of bed and goes to the computer. I walk over and see that he's looking at Hannah and Amy's chat. He needs to see it with his own eyes.    “This chat between Hannah and Amy” Jake starts to say as he reads “, includes further points which we should address."    "Are you sure you want to talk about this now?" I ask, worried about him "We can wait a bit until you're calm."    “Thank you for your concern, Macie, but I have to do it.” She doesn't say it abruptly, quite the contrary. His voice already seems determined.    "Okay." I sigh, reaching over to lean back against the table.    “Hannah realized that she was being stalked by the man without a face doe to the accident” he looks at me, though he seems a little distant ". However, Amy seemed to be doubting her sightings."    "Amy had two reasons for that" I begin to remember the chat, Amy's words and her concern ", only Hannah had seen the man without a face. Amy blamed the sightings on the pills Hannah was taking. The Antidepressants."     The famous antidepressants that we found at the beginning. Dr. Ulric Barrett's recipe. In the end it seems that he was seeing it, right?    “Pecisely."    “So Amy thought these pills were having a negative effect on Hannah?"    "It is very possible that Amy came to a false conclusion." I cross my arms, listening intently ". Because there was no other way for her to explain Hannah’s sightings. With the recordings we found at Hannah's house, she wanted to prove to Amy that he was real" he pauses for a moment, taking a breath ". But she did not manage this."    “The surveillance video from Hannah's room."     I watch as Jake searches the files for it and puts the video I found in the cloud. Nothing came out on the video, except for the sound of some hits, but who gave them if we couldn't see anything?    "Yes," he watches the video concentrated. Jake couldn't get anything out of it, so we had to forget about it. Now it's something important to the case without us knowing ". There is another thing more from their chat."    “You’re right, they wanted to meet at Hanson's house."     But Michael wasn't in that house if they thought to talk to him.    "Exactly. When we were looking at the pictures of Michael Hanson's house earlier" Jake puts the first photo of Jessica down and looks at it “, the surrounding area seemed familiar to me.” He looks up, meeting my eyes “Do you remember that I was on the phone with Hannah when she was attacked?"    "That's why it seems so familiar to you." I exclaimed, beginning to understand the message. That last message was the day of the kidnapping.    "I am still not certain, but I believe that their meeting was the couse of Hannah's disappearance." He looks at the photograph again, focused.  “They ran straigh into his arms” I say, letting out a breath ". But then again, Amy turned up dead, not Hannah. They took her away."    "That's what still bothers me..."     It's quite disturbing, yes...    “We should tell the others” I finally say ". Even if it hurts, they should know."     Jake nods slowly, leaning back.    "We should" He taps the table tensely ". However, we should leave out the details about the meeting with Amy."    "As long as they finally find out the truth about Hannah…" I pushed myself away from the table to go for my phone. It was news time "I think that's my job."    "I concur."     I’m in charge of counting the new clues that we have. And knowing that Jake is not feeling well, it is better that I do it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie I need you all in the group chat ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I wait for them to connect.

 Nothing. It seems they are busy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie Guys? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "They're not answering." I look at Jake, concerned.     He sighs and begins to write. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake Well then. It appears we must postpone this conversation. Then I will give the others access the chat history of between Hannah and Amy in the meantime. Then I will take care of the other apps on Hannah’s phone.

 Macie Well then, good luck

 Jake Thank you. See you later, Macie. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I put my phone away and walk over to Jake. I hug him from behind, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He strokes my arm lovingly, tracing circles with his thumb.    "Can you bring me a coffee, please?" He asks me.     I don't tell him how he asks me to go for a coffee knowing that the kidnapper is in Duskwood. I don't ask him if it's because he wants me to leave him alone for a moment. I know he needs it.    "I won't be long." I whisper and hear a 'Thank you' in a low voice.     When I get to the cafeteria, I stop before entering.

 I have received a message.

 But not my phone, but Hannah's.

 A message that I didn’t expect. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Unknown You took the phone That was a huge mistake *Jake POV*

 I know…

 I know Macie suspected it...

 I suspected…

 But I didn't want to believe it...

 Hannah was hiding a terrible secret...

 She had killed a woman...

 She is a killer...

 I get up from the chair, lying on the bed. I needed to be alone for a moment and I know that in an area where there are a lot of people, even with the police, she wouldn't be in danger. I put my hands to my face, controlling myself not to scream out the rage and the anger that Hannah had never told me anything when we first met. She hadn't told anyone that she was guilty of running over Jennifer Hanson. To hide her corpse. Unfortunately, this will not be forgotten when we find her. That will still be there.

 Hannah must pay for the consequences she did in the past when we find her.

Chapter 36

[willow-sword]

FNAF timeline by me (Updated) (November 2023)

So like in the early 1920’s maybe idk (it really doesn’t matter), we got William trying to open a restaurant. And he has, but nobody likes it cuz he’s a loser obviously. But then we got Henry, he’s has like zero money, but he knows how to make good entertaining robots, and opens a restaurant. It’s going well and everyone is having a good time. Willam isnt tho cuz like I said, he’s a loser. He sees that Henry is struggling with money and is like “Hey ol’buddy ol’pal, let’s become business partners and like open a restaurant together? I handle the financial side and make sure we have money, and u handle the robots and the design side, yeah?” And Henry is like “ok”

Anyways now we have like, the game 2 restaurant.

Now Henry is building the robots and stuff, when William is like “how about we add *insert thing* and *insert thing*?” And Henry is ofc like “um, weird, but ok ig” Anyways William is very jealous of Henry bc Henry can make good robots with personality, while he just kinda makes robots. When he gets really angry one day and yk, like a normal person, KILLS HENRY’S KID.

Anyways Charlie dead, and Henry is like “my kid is dead :(“ AND LIKE A COMPLETELY NORMAL PERSON, he creates a robot version of her, THAT GROWS UP, LIKE THERE ARE 4 VERSIONS OF THE ROBOT CHILD. Anyways meanwhile William is all like, “I want to kill more kids :)” bc that’s OBVIOUSLY how Henry gets his robots good. During this time Henry is like “ngl, I want to kill myself” and instead of being a normal person HE BUILDS A ROBOT THAT WOULD BE THE FOURTH ROBOT IN THE ROBOT CHILD SERIES IN ORDER TO KILL HIMSELF. Which, like, is kinda, like, something. Anyways, he builds Baby, who would eventually become the star of Circus Baby Pizza World. Henry dies, obviously, nobody gets functional parents in this series. ONLY AFTER HE BUILDS FNAF 6 THO BUT IDEK WHERE THAT EVEN GOES.

After Henry dies, William goes to Henry’s house to get stuff that belonged Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, and he of course discovers Baby and he’s like “y’know what this thing that was specifically made to kill my business partner would be great for? KILLIN’ KIDS!!” Anyways so he then builds Sister location around Baby so she can kill kids for him.

So now William has sister location restaurant open and on the first day Baby(the main robot), kills a kid :D, BUT OH NO ITS HIS KID. Anyway, Elizabeth is dead, BUT after the incident Baby’s eyes go from Blue to Green, guess what color Elizabeth’s eyes were? They were green, the color green. Wait no, they’re British, colour. So now William is all like “o-m-g, if I just put dead kids in the robots they’ll be more like Henry’s!! Wait, no, BETTER than Henry’s!!!”

Enough on the adults, they’re getting boring. Back to Elizabeth getting killed, it’s HEAVILYYYY implied that Crying Child (another of William’s poor unfortunate kids) saw her get killed by Baby. Anyways now he’s like SCARED of robots ALOTTT, I mean u would too if u saw ur sister get grabbed into a robot thing and probably blendered.

And ofc William being the nice and caring dad that he is, USES CC FOR HIS NEW EXPERIMENTAL TECHNOLOGY!!! This new experimental technology is a hallucinogenic gas that tricks the brain to see things that aren’t there. So now CC is getting “attacked” by nightmare versions of our favorite pals. Also William also kidnapped a bunch of other kids to test the fazgas on because he was like “i want to see children’s fear levels for no reason :)))” I think the Faz Goo was probably made during this time but…I don’t even know man.

Anyways, when it isn’t nighttime, CC has another nightmare to worry about, Michael, his older brother. Now Mike is our like, main character for at least games 1,3,5, and 6, but we’ll get to that later. Now at the OG fredbear’s family diner, Michael is like “yk what’s a good idea? Sticking my little brother’s entire head into a mouth of a robot, because that will definitely have no consequences whatsoever:)” Anyways, guess what happens, CC is not dead per say, but he’s also in critical condition at the hospital, yk with his whole entire front lobe of brain being Robo food and all. CC being at the hospital is also where FNAF 4 takes place since he’s in a coma or whatever. Now here’s where William(I think) says his famous line

“I will put you back together again”

Anyways Crying Child dies, like a loser.

And that was what would become known as the bite of 1983

Somewhere during all of this FNAF 2 closes because everyone was like “erm, I kinda don’t want to take my kids somewhere that they go missing” Also like, they probably got sued into oblivion after one of the robots bite the Frontal brain lobe of a security guard, this would be known as the bite of 1987. WHICH LEADS US TO THE FIRST GAME WOOOO!!!

Now we’re at FNAF 1 where the “original” 5 kids go missing and get stuffed into the suits and whatever. Now this is the location where people are like “Hey Willam…are you killin’ kids???” and he’s of course like “WHATTTT NOOOO NEVERRR, YKNOW I LOST CHILDREN TOOOOO” and runs off from the police. Why? Because he’s killing kids. Anyways the FNAF 1 restaurant closes down because people of course don’t want to take their kids somewhere that they go missing! Also they went bankrupt but that’s besides the point.

Now, Willam dies somewhere during this cause he was getting tormented by the kids that he killed, because WHO KNEW ACTIONS HAD CONSEQUENCES?!?!?!? Anyways, Willam dies cuz he’s like “These brats(dead children) can’t get me if there’s no robot for them to possess” and he dismantles all of the og animatronics, but uh oh! The dead kids spirits COME OUT OF THE ROBOTS. WHY??? I DON’T KNOW. Now, William all like “well…this is a problem” so he does a very SMART thing and gets inside the same suit that he wore when he killed the kids because he was all like “this will scare ‘em!!” But it didn’t, and it was wet, and the spring locks activated with him inside it and he died lol

Somewhere after this our boy Mike grows up and is like “I think my dad killed those kids” so he goes to investigate!!! During this investigation of his, ol Mikey boy stumbles across sister location! In which he’s like “Man, that one robot(Baby) looks a lot like my dead sister. Oh well, that definitely won’t have consequences” He ofc “works” there for 5 nights until the fifth night…he’s instructed by “Baby” to go to the scooper room. Do you know why they call it the Scooping Room? It’s because, dummy, that’s the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious. Anyways Michael gets his guts and stuff SCOOPED OUT OF HIS BODY, LIKE FULL ON RIPPED OUT. That’s because the Sister Location robots want to escape and be “human” since all of em are dead kids. Obviously Mike’s body decays since that’s what dead bodies do, Baby and the gang decide to leave the mess of a body and go…I’m not sure tbh. Anyways now Mikey is all like “…why am I still alive??? I am literally supposed to be dead” and decides he REALLY needs to see William.

Anyways back to Willam.

30 years later after ol’ Willy’s “death” Freddys of course opens back up because there’s some people that are like “those spooky rumors about dead kids haunting the original five Freddy robots? Yeah, let’s get em all in one place and open a HORROR attraction to capitalize on the disappearance of FIVE FAMILIES’ KIDS!!! Because ‘WOOOOO MONEYYYYYY!!!’ Let’s also add this gold rabbit robot thing that definitely does not look and smell like it has a dead body in it!” Anyways all that happens and our boy Mikey shows up, works as a security guard there for a bit, SETS IT ON FIRE TO KILL WILLAM, and dips. Of course, Willam doesn’t die because that’s only FNAF 3 babeyyyyy

Now I know what you might be thinking, “Hey, where is Willam’s wife during all this? Wouldn’t she be curious to know where her husband was for 30 years? What her last surviving child was doing with his life?” And the answer is…she never gets mentioned, she could be dead, Willam could’ve created all three of his children through mitosis, he could’ve kidnapped all three of his children to create this “family,” we just don’t know. Due to the complete lack of information surrounding her I have decided she went off to Italy with Henry’s Wife since we also don’t know what happened with her. They are both living their best lives in Italy ig

[animeyanderelover]

Could I request Killua, Ging Freecss, Levi, Eren, Ken Kaneki, Chuuya, Dazai, Edogawa Ranpo and Karlheinz hearing their child kick for the first time? 

Honestly, I’m such a sucker for the concept of a Yandere being a parent and starting a family with darling.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, blackmailing, guilt-tripping, baby trapping, aged up characters

Feeling their child kick for the first time

Killua Zoldyck

🪀Killua grows after doubts and insecurities at the beginning really comfortable and used to the thought of having a child with his darling and so he winds up being excited about it as well. The Nen user is a handsy guy the more his darling starts growing and despite the fact of finding it a bit embarrassing at first, he starts talking with the kid through your stomach as well the stronger his feelings for them grow. He’s still going to be a bit surprised when he feels one day the sudden pressure against his resting hand on darling’s belly. Surprise is quickly replaced with fondness and light excitement since this is the very first time he ever felt the child making their presence aware. He will most likely end up forcing his darling to stay longer in his arms than originally intended, keeping his hands on their stomach in hopes of eliciting another movement out of the child.

Ging Freecs

🍎Ging is a mess, to express it as friendly as possible in here. He absolutely has no idea how he is supposed to handle pregnancy and a child and he’s positively terrified of the mood swings of his darling yet out of a sense of loyalty he finds himself staying. His interactions with the baby during pregnancy are already hesitant so you have a reason to worry how it’ll look like later on. It’s relatively safe to say that he will be confused and maybe a little bit startled at first. His shock is made obvious though from the way he instantly draws his hand back, a bewildered look on his face. It only adds to the embarrassment of his once he recognizes what he just felt, his s/o has a reason to be amused though since it isn’t everyday to see Ging being thrown out of his calm demeanor. Having actually felt his child’s kick makes him only more aware of them which leads to his inner conflict between his own needs and paternal feelings only worsening.

Eren Yeager

👊Eren wants to start a family with his darling after he knows that everything has been settled, only wishing to be able to grant darling and child a happy and peaceful life. He wouldn’t want to give his baby anything less than that which is why he plans and is busy with preparations once it’s confirmed that you and him will be parents in approximately nine months. Eren is just happy, even if he is hostile to everyone he doesn’t trust enough. Honestly, he’s often touching his darling’s stomach in hopes of feeling the baby move and the moment he finally feels the sudden kick of his child for the first time is the moment he cracks an emotional and joyous smile, pressing a kiss against darling’s forehead and whispering how he’ll do everything to keep them and the little one safe. There’s no kidding to his promise though, he will do everything to let no harm near anyone of you two.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️The poor man suffers from a silent breakdown the moment he gets to hear that a child, his child, is on the way. Thrown in his own train of suffocating thoughts, he suddenly starts being concerned about everything. Be it money, safety in a world like this one, darling’s and baby’s health and even the aspect whether or not he is cut out to be a good father. Levi starts to feel his love and attachment for his child grow nevertheless after he’s sorted things out a little bit, his protective side starting to show visibly. There’s no denial that he’s slightly caught off-guard as well when he feels the kick of his baby for the first time, allowing himself to be more open with his emotions around darling reveals his soft side quickly though. A warm and fond look in his eyes accompanied by a small but sincere smile. It only clarifies for him that he will guarantee a good life for his child and his s/o, no matter how hard he has to work to fulfill that goal.

Karlheinz

🍷Getting his darling pregnant isn’t something he had in mind from the very start and considering his heartless behavior with all his other children, it isn’t uncommon to think that he’d only use this child as well. Partially that’s true yet the fact that you are the mother of his baby makes him grow a soft spot for the infant, one he doesn’t have for his other sons. Karlheinz is a busy man but he takes time to indulge in cozy moments with his darling, especially now that they’re bearing his child and he is their caretaker. He often caresses his darling’s swollen tummy in a gingerly way whilst conversing with s/o about the future he has in mind for the baby and them. He pauses all of his actions for a few second when he suddenly feels the abrupt kick of the baby. He continues with what he was doing, the ghost of an amused and fond smile on his face and his hand rubbing gentle circles on the spot where he just felt the pressure.

Ken Kaneki

🔲He is ecstatic to know that he’ll be able to hold his and darling’s precious baby in his arms very soon, though there’s also bitterness knowing that the only way for a human and a half-ghoul to have a baby is that his darling has to eat human flesh. His occasionally drilling insecurities only worsen that. He feels crushing guilt over it which only adds to his already high paranoia and protectiveness another reason why he does absolutely everything for you. Despite it all, Kaneki is just happy and relishes in moments where he can hold his darling in his arms or rest his head against their growing stomach. He’s going to be really emotional as well, he might even shed a tear or two after he literally hears the kick right next to his ear since his head was pressed against s/o’s belly. He already loves the little life growing inside of you so much and feeling that they’re healthy and moving only increases his love to the point where it hurts him in only the best ways possible. To know that he created such a precious and lovely person with his darling has him growing so vulnerable.

Dazai Osamu

🤎This man is one of the most clingy persons, be it out of love, jealousy or because he wants to embarrass his darling and make them a bit uncomfortable. But with you being pregnant and on top of that with twins? What is privacy in the first place? That man spends every waking second he somehow manages to sneak in with you, starts acting like a mother hen and is constantly gushing over you and your enlarged stomach. Dazai has difficulties keeping his hands away from his darling’s growing stomach since he wants to be able to get a reaction out of the babies, clarified through his actions. Once he gets his desired first kick from the babies, he’s over the moon. He starts swooning with a soft voice over the babies and places soft kisses against darling’s face and their stomach. After that day he’s going to be even more eager to get more reactions out of his babies.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠He works for the Port Mafia, he has a reason to worry himself sick, so much more with a little baby on the way. It doesn’t take away any from his explosive joy though, Chuuya did imagine after all how it would be to raise a precious and adorable little kid with his s/o. Pride is playing a part in it all as well, knowing that his darling is carrying his baby and that he’ll be able to provide for his two most cherished people in the world. Chuuya is a man who enjoys his cuddle and kiss time and he grows more needy during pregnancy and he is the guy who has his hand constantly on your stomach, speaking softly with the child. The Executive is just purely in awe at first before a film of wetness covers his eyes and he’s pressing a passionate and firm kiss against your lips, saying afterwards excitedly to you how he can’t wait to finally meet the baby and how he’s going to do everything to make them and you happy.

Edogawa Ranpo

👓From the list of things Ranpo wanted to do with his darling, a child isn’t on top of it at first. It’s not like he will be unhappy with the news, he’s quick to grow fond of the idea to raise together with you a child and to his friends in the Agency he learns to proclaim proudly that he’s going to be a father and that you are the mother of his child. The detective isn’t terribly clingy unless he feels in a more needy and touch-starved mood, developing a huge fascination with your swollen belly doesn’t save you from curious hands though. Especially because he is so eager to feel the child moving and kicking. He’s sort of giddy right after having witnessed for the first time a kick of the child inside of you. A lazy and satisfied grin on his face, hands rubbing fondly over your belly whilst Ranpo starts a one-sided conversation with the baby. He prides himself in telling them that their father is none other than the great detective Ranpo.

[cinnamonest]

Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask.  Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Ok this is my first time doing this, but we’ve gotten NMJ harem and WWX harem but can we get JYL harem? That woman deserves to get spoiled, preferably by 3 of the highest ranked cultivators (like LXC, NMJ, and sure she can keep JZX)

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“I’ve decided,” Lan Xichen announced. “I’m sorry, Jin-gongzi, but I’m stealing your fiancée.”

“Oh, no,” Jin Zixuan said. His arm was comfortably wrapped around Jiang Yanli’s waist. “Did you hear that, A-Li? You’re going to be kidnapped away by the cultivation world’s number one bachelor.”

“Would that be considered a step up, since you're only number three?” Jiang Yanli asked with a smile. “Good for me, then. Sad for you, though.”

“I’m completely heartbroken,” he assured her. “I’ll cry myself to sleep at night.”

“Who’s crying?” Nie Mingjue asked, opening the door and letting himself in. He looked tired again, as he always had in private since the war started – tired, and angry, and angry about being angry. They worried about him. “Do I need to hit someone?”

He sounded wistful.

“Just me,” Lan Xichen said.

“He’s going to steal my fiancée away. It’s extremely tragic,” Jin Zixuan explained, and Nie Mingjue’s eyes curved in one of his rare smiles. “Are you going to defend my honor?”

“Certainly not,” Nie Mingjue said promptly. “I’ll be joining in. Xichen, will you share?”

“Share? Well, if I have to.”

“A-Li, I’ve been betrayed,” Jin Zixuan said, sending her a mock-mournful look. “They’re conspiring against me.”

Jiang Yanli patted his cheek. “Very tragic. Sorry, my love, I’m afraid the combined offer of the first and seventh rank bachelors by far outweighs your current offer. But if it’s any consolation, I’m sure I’ll be devastatingly happy with them.”

Jin Zixuan had been trying quite hard not to laugh and had, until that point, been succeeding; at that point, he burst out in a peal of laughter. A moment later, Lan Xichen joined in.

Nie Mingjue shook his head in amusement.

“Come sit,” Jiang Yanli told him, pointing to the floor in front of her. “I can see the headache developing.”

“Not developing, developed,” he said, but he obediently sat in front of her. He was tall enough that she could easily put her hands on his temples without needing to reach too far, which meant she could start massaging them from the comfort of where she was sitting on Jin Zixuan’s lap. “Ah, that’s good.”

“I thought I was doing the fiancée stealing,” Lan Xichen remarked. “It seems da-ge has beaten me there.”

Jiang Yanli giggled, and Jin Zixuan shook his head.

He had to admit that this wasn’t something he’d anticipated at any point in his life – neither when he was young and starting to realize to his horror that he was interested in other men, nor when he got older and realized he was also interested in some women as well (with Jiang Yanli being one of the foremost in that category).

He’d known, of course, that Jiang Yanli was older than he was; it had been one of the many faults that his not-friends had pointed out to him when egging him on to reject her – ah, he’d been such a stupid teenager, unable to see that not a single one of them had his best interests at heart! It was a miracle that she’d agreed to put up with him after all that.

Still, despite knowing that she was older, and despite knowing that she was the same age as Lan Xichen, only a few years younger than Nie Mingjue – despite knowing that she would have been forced to all the same boring discussion conferences as he had been, and would have been obligated to socialize with her peers from the other Great Sects – he somehow had never put together that she was friends with them.

Much less…well…

Jin Zixuan reflected that he had really lucked out when he’d finally removed his head from his ass and decided to pursue his soon-to-be-wife with all his heart. He’d been utterly enamored by Jiang Yanli by the time of the Phoenix Mountain hunt, kicking himself for having let her get away, and he’d thought very carefully about whether he would be content with giving up any relationships with other men in exchange for fidelity with her before concluding that he would and embarking on his pursuit of her. He hadn’t wanted to be his father, after all, and he wanted even less than that for her to feel like his mother had felt.

All in all, it had come as an extremely pleasant surprise when she’d taken him aside and explained that she would be happy to accept his offer, but that she felt she ought to disclose certain past-and-present dalliances – ones she assured him she would be willing to cut off in order to ensure that he didn’t feel like his mother had felt.

Possibly the smartest thing he’d ever done in his life was blurt out, “Can’t we share instead?” at that moment in time – even if it was mostly because she’d found it so incredibly funny.

As it was, it was still mostly her connections, not his. Lan Xichen was solely interested in women as a personal matter, although he wasn’t at all adverse to letting Jin Zixuan watch and even participate in the same encounter, while Nie Mingjue, who was a little more flexible in such matters, was still evaluating Jin Zixuan as a person before he would be willing to agree to anything that did not involve Jiang Yanli smoothing the way. But Jin Zixuan found that he was quite happy that way – perhaps it was something from his childhood or the way he watched the wreckage that was his parents’ marriage, but he found that nothing in the world suited him more than having his wife be happy and loved.

And, yes, if she happened to be loved by very attractive men who would let him watch, that was definitely even better.

“I yield to better men,” Jin Zixuan said. “There’s no point in fighting. But one thing.”

“Oh?”

“If you want to steal her, you have to write to all of the wedding guests and explain.”

Jiang Yanli burst into giggles as both Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue grimaced.

“Ouch,” Lan Xichen said. “Sorry, A-Li. You’re worth the sun, the moon, and the stars…but maybe not that much paperwork.”

“Not to mention explaining it to your uncle,” Nie Mingjue added.

“…and that.”

“I wonder if I could avoid the bureaucracy if I stole her away like a barbarian,” Nie Mingjue mused. “I could crash the wedding itself – that way they’d all know, and no need for letters.”

“I feel like I’d be obligated to challenge you to a duel if you did that,” Jin Zixuan said. “And then I’d lose and be dead, and poor A-Li would feel just awful about it. I hope.”

Jiang Yanli had buried her face in his shoulder and was shaking with laughter. “Oh yes,” she said gaily. “Very much so. I might even be moved to take my own life in a dramatic twist.”

“And then Wei Wuxian would emerge to take the rest of our lives in revenge, I suspect,” Lan Xichen remarked. “Better not do it, da-ge.”

“Oh, all right. If you insist. What brought on this bout of wife-stealing?”

“Fiancée-stealing, da-ge, please. I have standards.”

“Not when it comes to A-Li you don’t.”

“It comes on him spontaneously sometimes, I think,” Jiang Yanli said. “Like the weather.”

Lan Xichen nodded.

“Speaking of wife-stealing,” Jin Zixuan said, because he’d been waiting for a good moment to get this into the conversation, “the artisans have finally finished crafting our marriage bed.”

“You got an entirely new bed just for your marriage? Really?”

“I’m a Jin. If I’m not spending money outrageously, I’m letting down my sect,” Jin Zixuan pointed out with a shrug. “Anyway, I had them make it extra large.”

That got him interested looks, as he’d expected it would.

“Extra large,” he emphasized. “The artisans promised it could fit four grown men – though I don’t know if I believe them.”

“Well, four grown men might be a stretch,” Nie Mingjue said, already starting to smile. “But I think we could see how well it handles three men and one lady, assuming the lady herself is feeling amenable.”

“I most certainly am,” Jiang Yanli said. “Come on, let’s go break it in.”

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Third Time’s a Charm

Rowaelin Month, Day 10

Single Parents @rowaelinscourt

CW: language, a very vague mention of past attempted abuse that you probably won’t even notice

Rowaelin Month Masterlist//Fluff//1682 words

“Don’t go far, Lottie,” Aelin called. She let out an exasperated, but fond, sigh and headed to a bench in the shade. It was too hot to be galavanting around right now. Gods knew how her daughter managed it.

Aelin made it to the bench and sat down, watching Lottie intently. She was only eight, and far too young to be running around by herself. Luckily she was with her best friend, Melodie, a girl Aelin had only seen a few times at the elementary school. They’d run into each other outside the ice cream shop.

A twig snapped as Aelin settled into her spot, and she glanced over. Leaning against a tree nearby, so close Aelin was surprised she hadn’t noticed before, was a man.

This man had silver hair and a permanent scowl. His black jeans were ripped, and not in the way that was on purpose and fashionable. He had a wicked tattoo running along his arm, under the short sleeve of his black tee, and up his neck to his face.

He looked… sketchy.

Aelin frowned as she took him in, trying to figure out where his gaze was locked. She glanced that way to find… Lottie and Melodie. Her kid and her kid’s friend. There was no doubt about where he was looking, as the playground was otherwise empty.

Aelin tensed. Maybe it was nothing. After all, it wasn’t a crime to look at other people in public. He probably wasn’t plotting out a grand kidnapping scheme.

Then again, judging by the furrow of his brow and the intensity of his stare, he wasn’t just observing, he was watching.

Aelin debated what to do. She could go over, snatch Lottie, and leave. But she didn’t know where Melodie’s parents were, and there was no way she was leaving the little girl alone at all, let alone with this man.

She could call the cops. Report suspicious activity, let them know that some creep was secretly eyeing children. And then get dismissed as a paranoid mother while the man was let off after being accused of something that likely wasn’t even a crime. Right. So that wasn’t an option.

There was one other choice, one that Aelin decided she was happy with, one that totally wouldn’t go wrong.

Confrontation.

Aelin stood and walked over to the man, who was too busy staring at the poor girls to look over, even when she got right in his face. Aelin cleared her throat and the man finally glanced her way.

“What?”

His voice was gravelly and rough, and obviously annoyed to be disturbed. Aelin refused to back down. She knew self-defense.

Before she could answer, he looked back at the children, blatantly watching them. Apparently he wasn’t worried about being spotted.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

That got the man’s attention. He looked back at her with a frown. “I’m sorry, is this your tree or something?”

Aelin scowled. “No, that’s not my fucking tree. Why are you staring at those two little girls, creep?”

The man blinked. Then his lips twitched. And then he started laughing.

Aelin, mouth agape, said, “Excuse me? Since when is it okay to stalk children and then be amused by the fact that someone’s calling you out on it?”

The man snorted, but finally managed to quiet down. “I’m not stalking anybody. That one’s my daughter.”

The whole world stopped as Aelin processed the humiliation that was sure to follow this declaration. Sure, he could be lying, but Melodie had the same unusual pine-green eyes as him, now that Aelin thought about it. Her thick black hair must have come from her mother, but the eyes were the same.

“Okay,” Aelin said, her entire demeanor changed. “Now I feel stupid.”

The man—Melodie’s father—grinned. “That’s okay. I don’t look the parenting type, do I?”

“No, that’s, I, um,” Aelin stammered, well aware that that was exactly what she’d been judging him by. She felt embarrassed, and more than anything, guilty. She tried to judge people on their actions, not there appearances. How could she not have even considered the possibility this man wasn’t a creep?

“It’s alright, I get that a lot,” he said, and Aelin felt ten times worse at that. Gods, did she know what it was like to be disapproved of as a parent. Her family, friends, strangers—everyone was so judgmental of the fact that she was currently unmarried, and had been for a while.

“I’m so sorry,” Aelin said. “Really, I am. What can I do to make it up to you?”

He smiled. “Nothing. You don’t need to worry about it. After all, you’re never going to see me again.”

Aelin chuckled nervously. “Yeah, about that…”

Just then, the two girls ran up.

“Mom, can I—?”

“Dad, can we—?”

“—have a play date?”

“—go to her house?”

“Can we play together?”

“—sometime—”

“—this weekend.”

Their voices were overlapping in the way that children tended to speak. Aelin could at least make out the general gist of their request.

She looked back at Melodie’s dad, who’s eyes were on her again.

“Of course you two can,” Aelin said cheerily. “Isn’t that right?” She glanced back at the man.

He smiled, amusement dripping from the expression once the shock cleared up. “Certainly.”

“Hi, Miss G,” Melodie said, and Aelin smiled at her.

“Hi Mel.”

“Mr. Whitethorn,” Lottie called, and Aelin felt herself mentally crumple into a ball and die as she hugged the man.

Mr. Whitethorn picked Aelin’s daughter up and spun her around. “Hello, Lottie. Having fun?”

She grinned shyly as Mr. Whitethorn set her back down. “We’re playing tag.”

Mr. Whitethorn nodded. “Tag is fun. I would play, but you’d probably beat me with those long legs of yours.”

Dammit, he was good with kids. Aelin smiled once more at Melodie, trying to hold it together.

Lottie giggled. “I know.” Then she abruptly grabbed Melodie’s hand and dragged her away back to the playground.

Silence fell over the pair once more. Aelin watched the kids, knowing that if she looked back over, she would see Mr. Whitethorn smirking at her. She had only just found out his last name, and now she wanted to know his first name, but Aelin was scared to ask. She hadn’t exactly made a great first impression.

“Lottie’s a nice kid.”

Aelin looked over.

“I wonder where she got it from,” he continued.

Aelin gaped openly. “Excuse me?”

“No offense.”

“I am offended!”

“I can tell,” Mr. Whitethorn mellowly replied.

Aelin took a deep breath. It probably would be a bad idea to punch her daughter’s best friend’s dad, even if he was an ass. Though she kind of deserved it. Okay, definitely.

Aelin sat back down on the bench.

Mr. Whitethorn followed suite. “Mind if I join you?”

“Would you get up if I did?”

He grinned. “Nope.”

Aelin nodded, trying to calm herself. “I really am so, terribly sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Mr. Whitethorn said, and Aelin finally got the feeling he meant it. At least somewhat.

“I just… I get kind of protective of Lottie,” Aelin said, then widened her eyes. “Not that that’s an excuse!” she hurried to clarify. “I just mean, I’m just so, I’m sorry. So very sorry.”

Mr. Whitethorn’s lips twitched again. “I understand.”

Aelin sighed and looked away. Lottie was so shy, and Aelin had already made a fool of herself in front of the father of the only friend she had. Way to go, Aelin.

“So where’s Lottie’s father?” Mr. Whitethorn asked.

Aelin went still, debating how to answer. “Dead. Or divorced. Or both?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Divorced and then dead?”

“No,” Aelin clarified, “her biological father died just before she was born, and my ex-husband from a few years later is… an ex.” She thought back to Sam’s tragic car accident, and then the mess that had been Chaol. Made more of a mess by the fact that he cheated on her with Lottie’s pediatrician.

Mr. Whitethorn nodded with a surprising amount of understanding. “My wife died when Melodie was three.”

Aelin’s mouth parted slightly. “Oh. I hadn’t realized. Well, obviously, but…”

Mr. Whitethorn smiled sadly. “Yeah.”

Aelin inhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves. “Yeah.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since her. Since Lyria.” Aelin was surprised that Mr. Whitethorn continued. She hadn’t realized she was worthy of more information after their disasterous meeting.

“I’ve been with a few people,” Aelin said, staring straight ahead. “But none of them were serious like my marriages were. In fact, none of those men ever met Lottie. And nobody was ever like Sam. That was the one who died.”

There had been one after Sam, and then two more after Chaol: Dorian, who was sweet but the timing, not long after Sam’s death, was inopportune. They had stayed friends, however. Then Archer, who she had not stayed friends with. He came right after the mess that was Chaol, and he hadn’t stayed for long. Next was Arobynn, who had destroyed her self-confidence and whom Aelin had only dumped after he had tried to hit her… they just kept getting worse and worse. All distractions, designed to take her mind off of Sam.

Mr. Whitethorn hummed thoughtfully. “So no one serious right now?”

“No,” Aelin said. “No one period, much to the erernal disappointment of everyone I come into contact with.”

“I get that,” he said, and Aelin could tell he really did. She finally looked back over at him.

“I really shouldn’t have made an assumption about you, Mr. Whitethorn. I wish I could make it up to you.”

He smiled. “Don’t apologize again; it’s in the past. And you can make it up to me by calling me Rowan.”

Aelin smiled. “Rowan. Okay.”

“Do I get a name back?”

She grinned. “I might give it to you next time. If you’re good.”

Aelin stood and headed over to Lottie, who looked ready to leave. And instead of ignoring the butterflies that appeared in her stomach as Rowan chuckled behind her, she smiled.

———

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[helliontherapscallion]

Catching Up (Adrenaline Junkie Part 9)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,156         

“Did you kidnap a child?”

“I can ex- wait what? Of course I didn’t! Why would you think that?”

“Well, for starters, you just came home with a random kid! What were-”

“Dad. I didn’t kidnap anybody, especially Arthur,” you said exasperated. “It started when I was leaving the village.”

And so, you told your dad about how you met Arthur. Needless to say, he was furious. “(Y/n) (m/n) Minecraft, you yelled at a child? Not just a child, but an orphan that was so clearly in need of help?! I raised you better than that.”

“Dad, I know that yelling at kids is wrong. Just-just let me finish.”

He gave you a wicked side eye and nodded at you to continue. “So then he told me that he was alone. That he had no family. I couldn’t just leave him out there Dad. He would’ve been alone in the city. Hell, he’s been alone for god knows how long already” you ran a stressed hand through your already messy hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you if he could crash here-”

“(Y/n).”

“-but he could’ve got hurt! The village’s dangerous at night-”

“(Y/n).”

“Do you know how many people get mugged there just in a day? God, I can’t imagine him getting hurt, he’s so young and-”

“(Y/n) (m/n) Minecraft.” Your hand froze in your hair. “...Yeah?”

“It was a good idea to bring him here. But there’s gotta be someone out there looking for him.”

“I really don’t think so Dad. You saw him when I brought him here, he looked like he didn’t get a proper bath in months! Even if he did have someone, I’d rather him be here instead of with the bastards that left him like that.”

He sighed. “You’re right. I remember when I found you when you were a baby. Your biological parents were awful, they ignored you. I found you on the porch, they must’ve left you there overnight. You were filthy and you were so small and fragile. I remember being so pissed that they treated you like that, but they never gave me their names.”

You squinted at him. “You’ve never told me that. You told me that you found me in an alleyway.”

“I didn’t want to tell you how I actually found you, it was never important for you to know.”

“What do you mean it’s not impor-” you stopped yourself. That’s not important right now. “We’re going to talk about this later. Right now, we need to talk about Arthur before he gets out of the shower.”

Glancing at the clock, you felt worry engulf your being. “Speaking of, he’s been in there a while, do you think he’s okay?” You felt your heart drop. “What if he slipped!” You stood up in a panic. Philza pulled you back onto the bed giving you a knowing look.

“He’s okay hun. Remember, he’s probably just enjoying the shower.”

You bounced your leg. “You’re right, you’re right… What’s with that look?”

“What look?”

“That look.”

“I just think-”

You heard a knock on your door and a small voice calling your name. Immediately jumping up and forgetting about the conversation, you opened your door. 

“Hey buddy, have a good shower?”

He yawned, rubbing at his eye with a closed fist. The pajamas he wore were slightly too big, but he would grow into them. His auburn hair that he came in the house with was now a brilliant copper color and you could now make out freckles dotting his pale cheeks.

“Mhm.”

You softly smiled at him and grabbed his hand leading him to Wilbur’s old room since it had the comfiest bed. You helped the small-statured boy into the large bed and he flopped down without pulling the covers over himself. You huffed in amusement, pulling the soft blankets out from under him and tucking him in.

You spoke in a calm voice, not wanting to disrupt the peace that engulfed the room. You gently brushed the hair out of his face. “Sleep well, Artie.”

As you stood up and turned to walk away, he grabbed the back of your shirt. Glancing back, you saw that he had his eyes groggily half-open and he stared at you blearily. “Stay?”

Oh, you couldn’t say no to that. Feeling your heart melt, you whispered “of course buddy.” You pulled up an old chair and sat next to the bedside holding his small hand in your larger one. He was out like a light. 

He was so small for his age. It was probably because of the malnutrition from being homeless, and that broke your heart. Your poor, poor baby.

…Wait.

Wait.

Your poor baby? What the fuck were you thinking? This child doesn’t even know you, you only met him earlier in the day. And yet, you already felt affectionate towards him. You wanted to protect him from danger. Why were you feeling like this?

You heard the door creak open and a small sliver of light streamed into the room. Philza poked his head through the small crack in the door. He smiled at you when he saw you sitting next to Arthur holding his hand as he slept. Reaching in an arm, he gestured for you to follow him before slipping out and closing the door.

Reluctantly, you slowly let go of the boy’s slender hand and quietly opened the nightstand drawer. You pulled out a pen and paper and wrote a quick note for him in the morning in your messy handwriting.

“Arthur, when you wake up, Philza and I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Hope you like bacon and eggs : )

-(Y/n)”

You placed the paper on the nightstand where you hoped that Arthur would see when he woke up and quietly left the room. Philza leaning against the wall greeted you. He was smiling softly at you. He once again gestured for you to follow him downstairs.

Philza felt ecstatic that you were going to give him another grandson. Even if you would inevitably deny being a parental figure to Arthur, he knew that you were going to accept it sooner or later. He raised you, so he should know when you deeply care for someone. Arthur and you both shared a love for innovation and creativity, so he knew that you two would bond over that. He felt like soaring high in the sky. He was so happy that there’s going to be another addition to the family soon. 

He sat you down onto the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Your favorite.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime hun.”

You both sat in a comfortable silence on the couch and stared into the crackling flame in the fireplace. The fire swirled with various reds, oranges, and yellows illuminating the living room. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, savoring the flavor of the chocolate and the smell of smoke with the fire popping in the background. You felt relaxed.

“So, how’s Tommy and Wilbur? Are they adjusting well to L’manberg?”

“Oh, they’re thriving. Wilbur’s a natural leader so he’s in his element and Tommy’s always exploring with Tubbo. They get into trouble sometimes, but they always come back in one piece, so I’m not worried about them. They’re having fun.”

“And you?”

“I set up my new workshop next to the capitol building. I think I’m gonna start selling some of the stuff I make, I think it’d make a decent profit.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Ya know that the people in the village are crazy about you, right?”

You groaned, dragging your hand down your face tiredly. “How could I not? I hate it.”

“Why would you hate it? They really admire your work, you should appreciate that.”

“Dad, I do appreciate that they admire my work, but do you remember how they treated me when I first went there after I lost my wing? They treated me like a fucking outcast. And now they’re acting like they actually know me and that they were always friends with me. I know everybody deserves a second chance, but I can’t help but feel like they’re on thin ice.” 

“People change hun. Maybe they realize that how they treated you was wrong and they want to make amends?”

“That’s the thing. They’re only treating me like this only because of my inventions. I can only tolerate it for so long. I don’t even know why they’re treating me like this, I’m not special. I’m just another person.”

“...You aren’t gonna let a few two-faced people ruin your vacation, right?”

“No.”

His cheeks slowly stretched into a smile. “Why? Who are you?”

“I’m (y/n)?”

“I said who. Are. You?”

You spoke up a little more confidently, but kept your voice down. “I’m (y/n) (m/n) Minecraft.”

He quietly laughed. “Damn right you are. You’re ‘(Y/n) Minecraft, Conqueror of the Unknown’. You’re (y/n) goddamn Minecraft and don’t you forget it.”

You chuckled. “You read that book? ‘(Y/n) Minecraft, Conqueror of the Unknown’ was a bit too dramatic for my taste.”

“Why wouldn’t I read something all about my precious little inventor?” He drug out with an overly sweet tone.

“Dad, I’m 20 years old. I’m not little anymore.”

He slung an arm across your shoulders and pulled you into his side. “I know, I know, but you’ll always be my child.”

You sighed and leaned into him. You haven’t spent any time with him since you left the house to help Wilbur and Tommy fight for independence, so this felt nice. “I missed you Dad.”

“Not a day goes by where I don’t miss you or your brothers. It’s way too quiet around here without you four.”

“Do you remember when Tommy put green dye in the shampoo to try and prank me?”

An almost silent laugh reverberated throughout his chest, sounding slightly muffled. “Of course I do. It took at least a few weeks to get it off my skin and a full month after that to get it out of my hair.”

“You should’ve seen his face when I walked into the kitchen in the morning,” you deepen your voice. “‘If you’re not in the shower, then who is?’ Aaaannd then you walked into the kitchen looking like you lost a fight with a witch.” You snorted. “You didn’t know why everyone was staring at you.”

He huffed. “You guys didn’t even tell me until after breakfast.”

“Have you seen yourself in the mornings? You’re literally so grumpy. We didn’t have a death wish.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad in the morning, Mx. I-can’t-function-without-eight-hours-of-sleep.”

“At least I’m fully awake in the morning.”

“Oh, wow, what a zinger,” he said in a monotone voice.

You reached up to playfully slap his arm. “Shuddup.”

You both quietly laughed before the room fell back into a comfortable silence. You took a deep breath. “Arthur knows about The Warden. What it did to me”

You felt him tense up and heard his heart start to beat a little faster. He moved his arm away and leaned back to look you in the eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. He said that he knew what happened and he needed my help. He… he said that The Warden took someone important to him.”

“Was it his paren-”

“I don’t know. I’m going to talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to talk to him with you?”

“I don’t know if Arthur’s comfortable with that yet. I’m not even sure if he trusts me enough to tell me.”

You grabbed your’s and Philza’s empty mugs and took them to the kitchen. You ran your hands down your face. You felt very drained after everything that happened today. You weren’t used to so much human interaction, let alone people staring at you like you were some kind of deity when you weren’t. You leaned against the sink and closed your eyes. 

“(Y/n), I’m turning in for the night. Is there anything you need before I go to bed?”

“No, thank you Dad.”

“Alright, goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You heard his retreating footsteps gradually fade out and the room was thick with silence yet again. The darkness in the room was cut by the moonlight streaming in through the window. Your mind was racing as you remembered that you were going to have to talk to Arthur about The Warden soon. 

You hadn’t talked about The Warden for years and now you were being forced into it. You didn’t think you were ready. You wanted to move on with your life, but The Warden was inevitable. It was everywhere around you. It won’t ever leave you alone, will it?

You didn’t think you were going to get much sleep tonight.

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[after-witch]

You Can Run [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

Title: You Can Run [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

Synopsis: For request “Could you maybe do something with Sesshomaru? Maybe his ‘darling’ trying to escape not knowing that it would literally be impossible?”

Word count: 1700ish

notes: yandere, kidnapping

Planning an escape when you are constantly being watched, constantly surrounded, is not the easiest of tasks. You know this, because you have been planning an escape from the demon lord Sesshoumaru for many days now. It wasn’t an easy decision. He once threatened to kill you if you ever tried to leave, and you don’t know if he means it--but he doesn’t seem the type to make idle threats, imposing and stoic as he is, which is all the more why your plans simply cannot fail.

You have to leave. You have to get home to your family. You have to regain your freedom and your normal life. And since he has no intention of letting you go, escape is the only way you can take back control of your fate.

So you planned, and planned, and bit by bit prepared yourself to leave. Every few days, you snuck a provision or two into a bag you’ve tucked into your clothing--nothing big, nothing Rin or Jaken or (if he deigned to deal with those everyday tasks, which he doesn’t) Sesshoumaru would ever notice. Dried meat here, a fire stone there, extra cloth, a needle for repairs. Little things, but important, if you were ever to make it home in one piece.

Of course, you’re no hardy traveler, no world-weary merchant or soldier who is used to life on the road, but the seemingly endless days and nights you’ve spent captive in his presence have hardened you a bit. Your feet are used to walking (and walking, and walking); you know how to make a fire more readily than you ever did in your village, where your parents or elder brother were only too happy to step in when you fumbled with the tools; and you’ve learned to be more aware of sounds in the forest, how to find clean water, where to fish and how to keep yourself warm when the darkness brings chilly air.

I can do this, you think, every time you feel your mind begin to falter. Every time you catch him staring at you, as if he can read your thoughts, as if he knows what you’re planning and he’s waiting for you to take that first step away from camp to grab you and snap your neck or worse.

I can do this, every time you take advantage of Jaken’s distraction to grab something you’ll need. The knife was your biggest feat, the last thing on your mental list; and you swear you can feel it burning against your skin, a warning that it was too risky and he’ll notice and you’ll be caught and--no, no, no, you think.

I can do this.

**

Your heart is hammering so violently that you’re briefly afraid that it will wake someone up. It won’t, you know--but that doesn’t make your nerves any less shaky or make you feel any safer. Your eyes do another sweep of the campsite as you slip off your footwear and tuck them into your bag, now full and slung over your shoulder.

Rin is sleeping peacefully, and your heart felt a pang of guilt when you’d slowly removed her arm from around your stomach--cuddled close, as she’d started doing recently. You do care for her, poor thing that she is, but you have to care for your freedom more. Jaken is sleeping… well, like Jaken--snoring and occasionally mumbling and clawing at the air. But the biggest obstacle to your potential escape is what worries you the most: Sesshoumaru. He’s leaning against the nearby tree, eyes closed, body passive and prone. Is he sleeping? Resting? The thoughts come in rapid flickers, terrified bursts that tempt you to lay your head back down and forget you ever began plotting to run.

But the temptation is overcome by the slow, dreaded visions of the future. Were you to be his unwilling travel companion forever? He would never say why, exactly, he’d taken you--would never tell you what he was going to do with you or when (if ever, if never) this would reach an end.

So you took the chance. And took a wary step. No movement from the demon lord. You took another step. Still, nothing--no, a breath, an easy one, careless. He must be sleeping. He must be sleeping. You take another step and another until you’re away from the flickering fire and instead in the woods, dark and loud with the sound of insects and animals. You slip on your shoes to protect your feet and pull out the pilfered knife, just in case. The moon above is round and glorious and you silently thank it for lighting your way. You needed to be able to see, to get as far away as possible, particularly during the first few nights of your barely-tangible freedom.

It’s thrilling. It’s terrifying. You could die out here, well before you make it home. You’re well-aware, now more than ever, of the potential dangers in the forest--of the potential dangers in the world. Yet you can’t help but think, as you push aside brush and ignore the itching of insect bites, would it not be better to be killed by a wolf or drown crossing a river than to be forced under the will of a demon lord?

You forge ahead, each step filling you with a shaky confidence. You’d done it. You’d gotten away. When the moon disappears and the sky turns its beautiful colorful shades to prepare for the rising sun, you feel something akin to happiness wash over you. Surely you’d gotten far enough that they couldn’t catch up right away, surely so--and you decide to take a rest in a natural clearing.

You sit against a rock and finally pay attention to the rumbling of your stomach. You had barely eaten the night before, too nervous to keep anything down. You don’t want to start a fire--you’re not that far away, you remind yourself--so you pull out a piece of cold, dried meat and take a bite. Maybe you can find a river soon to quench your thirst. Maybe you’ll even be able to catch a fish or two, though cooking them would have to wait.

And then, a branch snaps. Hard. You tense. A wolf? A bear? Your hands slowly reach for the knife you’d set on the ground. Could you fight off an animal with such a small weapon? Or would your theory about it being better to die at the hands of an animal be haunting you so quickly?

No, no, no. Your vision begins to blur in panic as the familiar visage of Sesshoumaru steps out of the trees. White--and red. And angry.

You manage to stand, legs quaking, the knife falling from hands that you can’t control, and you turn to run when you see that the white of his eyes have become a terrible blood-red. He’s going to kill you. The thought rushes through you--Is it better to die by the hands of the demon lord than to be his unwilling captive?

Your body moves of its own accord but it doesn’t matter, because you don’t take but a half-step when you feel him harshly yank you backwards by your hair. You tumble to the ground with a cry and he swoops down, pinning you to the forest floor with his claws.

His breath is hot and he practically spits as the words tear out of his throat, low and violent: “What did you think you were doing, human?”

His eyes are even more horrible up close, and your mind tries to think of chants, of prayers. His claws tighten at your wrists and you know you have to say something, though nothing will spare you from the death that you know is coming. Your body is trembling so wildly that your teeth knock together when you answer.

“I was going home. I was getting away from you. You--you can’t keep me.” You’re going to die, so you may as well be honest. At least you’ll die with a pure mind.

“Of course I can,” he hisses. “I will keep you, and you will listen, and you will stop being such a damned annoyance.” And just like that, his tirade over, his red eyes fade, returning to their impassive coolness. The air feels less heavy and you can breathe. But he doesn’t let you up right away, and stays uncomfortably close to you as you lay prone on the ground.

“The sooner you stop being foolish, the better.”

You don’t know what to say. He gets up, then, and stares down at you.

“Get up. We’re going back. I will think of a punishment later.”

He’s not going to kill you. You don’t know why. He’s going to keep you. And you don’t know why.

The will to live overpowers anything else, though, and your force your shaky body to get up off the ground. You glance at your bag, at the knife you’d dropped earlier, and Sesshoumaru merely stares as you gather up your supplies. Waste not, want not, you suppose.

He begins walking away from the clearing, back into the forest, and you have no choice but to follow. Your newfound freedom is already gone. You feel deflated. You feel more helpless than ever. What went wrong? Was he awake when you ran? Did you leave tracks, unknowingly, perhaps with your shoes? You have to know.

"Lord Sesshoumaru?”

He doesn’t answer, and you stare at the back of his head as he walks with an ease through the forest you’d taken much longer to navigate.

“How did you find me so quickly?”

He stops for a moment, just a second, before continuing on.

“I tracked your scent,” he says, without bothering to look back. “ I marked you a long time ago. I’ll always find you, no matter where you go. Remember that, human. ”

Ah, you think.

I can’t run.