#it's a bit longer than the rest but I'm still keeping the promise to myself to make them less than 5k

[capitalismwasamistake]

It's Tuesday! That means a new chapter of Catch A Taste Of Humanity!

A Hannibal/The Sandman crossover featuring The Corinthian/Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter for your reading pleasure. Post-Canon for Hannibal, Pre-Canon for The Sandman (technically that specific part of mid-canon where Dream's in the fishbowl and the Corinthian is living his best life). Canon-Compliant for both shows, with established Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter.

In this busy chapter Hannibal spots an interesting face at the Cereal Convention, the Corinthian entertains some company, and Will discovers that there's a supermarket on the ground floor of Mozart's birthhouse. Oh, and a murder happens.

This story's got everything - a bit of a case fic, a bit of crack treated seriously, a bit of character study and lots of innuendo (of the sexual and the cannibal variety because we're freaks of class). The only thing it doesn't have is smut because the author firmly believes we need more Corinthian works without explicit sexual content.

With a word count of 3k this chapter brings the story total up to 11.3k.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Barcelona

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first day at Barcelona

Your first day at Barcelona starts a week after Momma and Morsa give you Prins. He's an absolute sweetheart and you coo softly at him after getting back from your morning run.

You're trying to get yourself into a routine so a morning run was what you settled on - even though you weren't really a morning person.

Prins' tail wags happily as you unclip his leash and he runs off to lap at his water bowl.

You check your phone as you go to grab your training bag.

There's a few texts from Tia Tana and Alexia, both wishing you good luck on your first day that you shoot off thank yous to before you crouch down to run a hand through Prins' fur.

"I'll be home soon," You promise him," Don't tear apart my stuff."

He yips at you and you take that as agreement, slipping out the front door.

You live close to the training ground and take a deep breath. You've already signed your contract and done the media commitments so this is your first day actually training with the team.

You stand outside the changing room and take a deep breath to calm your nerves, clenching your fist to steel yourself as you head inside.

There's blur in front of you and suddenly you feel like you're being crushed. You recognise this feeling though and hug back, resting your head in her neck.

"I've missed you," Natalia says, pulling back to cup your face.

You feel your cheeks go red and hope she doesn't notice. "I missed you too," Is what you say back.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses raining down on your head inbetween a desperate slur of English and Spanish.

Natalia keeps chattering away to you as you change. You think her eyes linger a little bit when you've got your top off but you don't want to give yourself hope so you try to ignore it.

Natalia's just a touchy person. Whatever feelings you have for her shouldn't be projected onto what she may feel for you.

Her hand grips yours as she pulls you out onto the pitch, making brief introductions to everyone for you.

"I don't know how you expect me to get to know everyone if you keep dragging me away," You laugh.

"I want to keep you all to myself for a little bit longer," She says, her eyes boring into yours like there's something else she wants to say," Is that so wrong?"

You shake your head, lacing your fingers with hers. "No. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Good." Natalia steps further into your space until you're close enough to feel her breath on your lips.

It takes you back to your first kiss with her, when the Spain team had made the journey all the way over to Denmark again and you took her to a little café after the match. You had a nice afternoon snack and then walked with her to the park where you confessed you had never kissed someone before. She had pressed her lips to yours in that instant.

Because she was a good friend and good friends helped their friends when they're feeling nervous.

Your heart had sped up in that moment just like it was speeding up now.

"I'm selfish," Natalia continues," I like having you all to myself. The others can have you next week. This week you're mine."

You smile at her shyly as her own grin widens and she tugs you over to where the manager is gathering everyone around.

Barcelona training is a bit more intense than Arsenal training but you're still running off your World Cup fitness so you adapt pretty quickly. Your Momma said once that you're good like that, that you can adapt to anything and blend in with a group like a little chameleon.

Admittedly, she said that to you when you were a lot younger but you're happy to keep the comparison even now.

There's only a few breaks in the pace of training and, every time, Natalia comes back into your orbit. She's always touching you in some way but her preferred position is standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and chin hooked around your shoulder.

Having her so close makes goosebumps rise on your body and your heart thumps so hard that you're a little bit scared she's going to hear it.

You write it all off as her being Spanish though, even as soft little kisses are pressed to your neck. They're a bit ticklish and you flinch away.

"Stop it! I'm sensitive!"

"Oh?" Natalia quirks a brow, smiling like a wolf," You're sensitive, are you? That's nice to know."

Like usual whenever Natalia's around, your face burns red and you distract yourself by chugging half of your water in one go. But, despite your embarrassment, you lean back into her body, allowing her to support most of your weight as you both sway slightly as you wait around for the gym equipment to be set up.

"Hey," Natalia says softly, directly in your ear like you're the only two out on the pitch," Do you want to go to dinner tonight? There's this nice place near my apartment."

"What did I do to deserve dinner?"

"Survived your first day?" Natalia teases," Pulled of an incredible save against a goal that should have been mine?"

You laugh. "I'm wise to your tricks. You're not putting one past me."

"Oh, come on! Not even a little one?"

"No chance."

"Fine. But, really, dinner?"

"I would," You say," But Prins-"

"Bring him with. I'd love to meet him in person. Come on, what have I got to say to get you to agree?"

"Fine," You say," Dinner with you and Prins. Send me the address."

"I'll pick you up," Natalia replies with a wink," Can't have such a pretty girl walking around alone."

That moment, along with many others, get captured by the media team documenting your first day.

When Magda wakes up the next morning, it's to notifications from the Barcelona Instagram page and she scrolls through it to see if you're featured.

She doesn't know if it's anger or relief that bubbles up in when she sees your face in the pictures but it's definitely anger when she spots Natalia holding you tight against her body.

Your head is tilted back on the other's girl shoulder and you're beaming up at her as one of her hands is under your arm, holding your shoulder and pressing you back against her while the other is splayed out on your hip.

You're both smiling.

She flicks to the next picture and the next, each of them showing you and Natalia in various positions, curled around each other like you're the only two people there.

"Hmm," Pernille says as she rolls over and begins to wake up," Magda? What is it? Has something happened?"

"Is Natalia sleeping with our daughter?

"Huh? What?"

"Is Natalia planning on sleeping with our daughter? I mean, look!" She shoves the phone into Pernille's face.

"I won't lie but she's probably thought about it before. You know what Natalia's like. She's smitten."

"Smitten?" Magda scoffs," That's what you're going with?!"

"I could say patient as well," Pernille replies," I don't know many girls who would pine over someone for so long." She sits up and properly looks at the photos. "Although, I don't think she'll have to wait much longer. Princesse is smitten too."

[mypoisonedvine]

more robert fischer please!!!!!! need to know if he's a freak or not bc I feel like he is 👀

oh we KNOW he a freak and since I've already written him as a subby freak it's time to see his dom side I think

warnings: free use, public sex, dom/sub, possessiveness, sir kink, oral m receiving and fingering, come eating, shoe licking (um i can't explain myself im sorry)

"Is this good, sir?" you asked as you peeked your head out from under the desk.

"It was, until you stopped without permission," he frowned without even looking down at you, still messing with the papers on his desk.

"I'm sorry, sir," you mumbled before getting back to it, focusing on his tip with your mouth as you stroked the rest-- already soaked with your spit from serving him for quite some time now while he worked. It probably hadn't been that long, but it felt like a while considering how sore your jaw was... but that was just a side effect of his size, even when you should've been used to it after being his 'pet' (as he called you) for this long.

He let you go on for a while longer, almost long enough that you worried you were doing something wrong that he hadn't come by now, until eventually leaning back in his chair and sighing as he looked down at you. "So obedient," he praised as he met your needy gaze up at him, petting your head for a moment. "Choke on it, pet."

You took your hand away and held his thigh instead, dipping your head down until your mouth had taken him as far as you could go and your lips were brushing against the patch of reddish-brownish hair at his base. You hummed proudly around him when he moaned quietly; as hot as it was to pleasure him while he was focused on something else, you preferred to get a reaction as a sign of a job well done.

"Fuck, that's good," he praised, "keep going-- I'm close."

You hadn't realized he was already on the edge, but you were more than happy to oblige; you did it again and again, still looking up at him even when he shut his eyes and tilted his head back with another deep moan.

"F-fuck, like that, god yes, gonna come--"

You would've begged with a please, sir, if your mouth wasn't full...

A moment later, as his grip on your hair tightened, he filled your mouth with come. You slowed down your movements but kept going, using your hand to stroke him again and ensure you'd milked every drop that you could. He took another heavy breath before looking down at you again, his face more flushed than before. "Show me," he ordered, but you knew the drill by now: you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, letting him see everything he'd given you.

He nodded in approval to let you know you could swallow, but you were a moment too late and a drop of come rolled off your tongue and landed on his shoe. You whimpered slightly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you swallowed the rest. "I'm sorry, sir--" you began.

"Jesus," he sighed, "you know how much these shoes cost?"

"No, sir," you shook your head, "how much?"

"I'm not actually trying to talk to you about the economy of Italian leather shoes," he frowned, rolling his eyes condescendingly. "I'm telling you to clean it up."

You nodded and knelt down, kitten-licking at the drop of come on his shoe, making sure to get it all before using your dress to wipe up the remnants of your spit from the polished leather.

"That's better," he sighed.

"I'm sorry for making a mess," you offered again as he stuffed himself back into his trousers and zipped up.

"It's alright, pet, you did very well," he assured, and you bit your lip as you smiled slightly. "I think you deserve a treat after that."

"O-oh, your come is enough," you promised, "you don't have to--"

"Get up on the desk, sweetheart," he ordered, and you quickly crawled out from under the mahogany to take a seat on it in front of him. He moved the papers out of the way for you, and rested his hand on your thigh as he smiled at you slightly. "What do you think you deserve as your reward?"

You weren't sure how to answer that, looking away nervously. "U-um..." you stalled. "A present, maybe?"

"A present," he repeated thoughtfully, "like what?"

"Maybe... a collar!" you suggested. "'Cause, you know, pet and all that..."

He smirked a little. "Cute," he said as he tilted his head, "but I like the necklace I got you more. A little more subtle, don't you think?"

You reached up and held onto the diamond-encrusted R around your neck-- you hadn't spent a moment without it since this arrangement first began, a constant reminder of being his. "I like it, too," you hummed, "I love it!"

"I know," he smiled, but in that sort of way that made you feel a little silly for being so eager-- but you like feeling silly, too. "Spread your legs, honey."

You did quickly, feeling his hand run up between them and tickle you through the lingerie he'd picked out.

"Do you think this is a good reward?" he offered, watching you with darker eyes. "Letting you come on my fingers?"

"Yes," you sighed, whimpering as you felt him pull the lace to the side. "Yes, sir-- thank you, sir--"

He teased your clit only for a moment before slipping two fingers into you-- you were plenty wet enough, he knew damn well what getting on your knees for him did to you. "God, you're dripping," he pointed out anyways, burying his fingers in you to the knuckle and curling them as he pressed his thumb to your bud.

"O-oh god," you gasped, tilting your head back.

He just watched you, and pumped his fingers in and out of you-- he was methodical about it, almost clinical if it weren't for the look in his eyes. "Good girl," he breathed, making you clench on his thick fingers.

A knock at the door startled you both-- but the way Robert instantly replied "Come in!" made your eyes widen most.

"S-sir," you whispered harshly, but he shot you a look that shut you up. You tried to cross your legs as you heard someone enter Robert's office, but he used his free hand to pull your legs open again.

"Don't mind him, pet," Robert told you quietly, "everyone here knows what you are."

And yes, they knew, it wasn't exactly a secret when you were showing up here in these slutty clothes he picked out, wearing his initial, hanging on his arm at corporate events and conferences. But no one had ever seen you in such an intimate moment before, and you nervously looked over your shoulder at the man on the other side of the desk-- who nervously met your gaze before darting his eyes away and adjusting his glasses shakily (though it did nothing to cover a red face).

"Uhm, we need your signature on these, Mr. Fischer," the man explained, voice cracking.

"Right," Robert agreed, "bring them here."

He stepped forward once, but stopped.

"Here," Robert repeated, and the man finally relented and finished approaching the desk as he set the papers down. Robert didn't even slow down his fingers movements inside you, and you tried not to moan aloud as he roughly rubbed your spot-- inside and out.

"I-it can wait," the man said nervously.

"No, no, now's as good a time as any," Robert shrugged, and you felt your face burning hotter than ever. "Sign these?" he confirmed.

When the other man nodded, Robert pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to your lips-- you dutifully sucked them clean of your arousal, even if you felt terribly ashamed and incredibly turned on like you never had before.

You caught the man looking at the way you sucked on Robert's fingers, even taking them all the way to the knuckle without gagging, but he glanced away a second later. "Good," Robert nodded as he took them away from your lips, wiping the last of the wetness off with his pocket square before grabbing his pen and signing in a few different places. "There you go," he offered the papers back to the man who snatched them up quickly and seemed to dart out of the room as fast as he could.

Robert's fingers were inside you again instantly, and his lip curled slightly as he fucked them into you faster.

"Good girl," he growled at you, "all fucking mine. Don't care who sees, you understand? If I wanna play with my girl, that's what I'm going to do. The fucking Pope could walk in here and I wouldn't stop-- you hear me, pet?"

You moaned loudly as you realized how close you were to coming on his fingers. "Yes, sir!"

[datesinredink]

Ranking the yandere rottmnt boys by how likely they are to kidnap their darling

Just a little crumb to keep myself from losing my mind while staring at google docs this late at night. Sorry if this is super bad, it's way later at night than I'm used to staying up and election night stressed me the hell out.

Donnie.

I have absolutely no doubts that he's going to at least try very very hard to kidnap you. And honestly, I doubt it would be too hard. He's a highly trained, mystic wielding, tech inventing, mutant ninja turtle. And on top of that, he's very fond of planning absolutely everything. And to finish it all off, I think it would be once in a blue moon that he actually treats his darling as an equal. He already thinks he's better than almost everyone, and when he gets obsessed, he has to make himself feel better about it somehow, so he decides to cope by thinking you need him instead of it being the other way around. As a result, he treats you a bit like a very glorified songbird, and songbirds.. well, aren't they usually put in cages anyway? You won't even care after a week or two of adjustment! (He will get upset if you aren't content with being kidnapped by then, by the way.)

2. Raph

The only reason Raph is behind Donnie on this list is because I think he would take longer to justify it to himself. He thinks you're fragile, that you need to be protected from the harsh world! I mean, he barely trusts his youngest brother, who is also a highly trained ninja, to do a simple mission on his own. How do you think he'll treat you after the obsession sets in properly? Not really as an equal, I'll tell you that. He's much nicer to you than Donnie would be, but he still doesn't respect you enough to let you handle yourself, even if that's not how he sees his behavior. At the same time though... isn't he supposed to be a hero? Do heroes kidnap their darlings? Or would this make him the dragon... In the end though, he'll decide that he's fine with being the dragon so long as he knows that the rest of the world won't be able to run their metaphorical (or maybe literal, depending on how unpopular you are in the area) pitchforks right through your heart.

3. Mikey

Mikey wouldn't just.. outright kidnap his darling, I think. I think it would start with a fun sleepover at the lair! Then he insists you stay just one more day! You're having so much fun, after all! Don't you wanna hang out with your best friend for a while longer? You agree, of course- him and his brothers have been nothing but nice to you ever since you met them, and their company is always a delight, so it's worth a shot, isn't it? Then suddenly, the weekend is over, and school's ready to chew you up again, so you do leave. Then it's finally the weekend again! You've heard of a fun game from your school friends, so you plan on trying it when you get home this afternoon- it's friday, after all- when you get a text from Mikey in the group chat with his brothers. He wants you to come over again- and, of course, you say "sure". Not like you can't just play the game on sunday, or when you go home saturday. The sleepover flies by, but you're a bit weary by the time you're pretty sure you're supposed to go home- but here's Mikey, and he's so sure that you promised you'd stay at the lair until sunday again! So, you give in. There's always next weekend, right...? I think you get the pattern, but eventually, he'll be keeping you at the lair 24/7, and you'll be rubbing at your weary eyes wondering how you got into this mess. Sometimes you can even see his brothers shoot you worried looks.

4. Leo

Leo would only kidnap his darling as a last resort, and I think it's because of two reasons. One, he's the brother who sees you closest to being an equal (Donnie and Raph constantly go against your personal autonomy and Mikey puts you on an extremely restricting pedestal), though to be fair, that's not a high bar to pass- and two he much prefers to have some sort of interesting conflict to be present because he finds it entertaining. His life is a weird, morally incorrect soap opera at this point, and he's the number one viewer. Kidnapping would only really happen with him if he thought you were either seriously leaving him (moving or getting into a serious relationship with someone else) or if the circumstances around him got too stressful and he needed something to cling to for any semblance of support outside his brothers (who, at that point, would probably also be super stressed). Think post movie, when the city is still recovering. Man, he was probably freaking out thinking that you might've died to the kraang.

[dalilacherie]

Darbit is one of my fav ships could you write anything abt that?

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦

[𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐛𝐢𝐭 / 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭]

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 ����𝐨𝐭𝐞: I wanted this to be longer but I guess I can't complain. It's a decent chunk of writing. Love y'all, have a nice day/night.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 824

The house was quiet, too quiet. I sat in my chair, trying to lose myself in a book, but the words on the page kept blurring together. Sleep had evaded me, as it often did these days. There was too much on my mind.

Steve was crashed out on the couch, snoring softly. It was a peaceful sound, a reminder that at least someone in this house could rest. I glanced at him, feeling a pang of something between envy and affection. The kid had been through hell, same as the rest of us, but he seemed to find sleep.

It was well past midnight when I heard the front door creak open. My heart skipped a beat, and I tensed up, but then I saw it was Two-Bit, stumbling through the doorway. He was drunk, as usual.

Two-Bit spotted me and grinned, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Darry," he slurred, staggering towards me. "Darry, I... I gotta tell you somethin'."

I closed my book and set it aside, watching him carefully. "What is it, Two-Bit?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He stumbled closer and grabbed my hand, his grip surprisingly firm despite his condition. "I love you," he said, the words slurred but unmistakable.

I blinked, not sure I had heard him right. "What?"

Two-Bit frowned in concentration, then lifted my hand and positioned it to make half a heart. He completed the other half with his own hand, our fingers intertwining awkwardly.

"I love you," he repeated, more clearly this time. Then he sat on the arm of my chair, pulling me into a sideways hug. His head rested on top of mine, and I could feel his breath against my hair.

I sat there, frozen for a moment, before I let myself relax into his embrace. Two-Bit had always been the joker, the one who kept us laughing even when things were at their darkest. But tonight, in the quiet of our living room, he was just Keith, my Keith, needing to be close, needing to be loved.

"I love you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He squeezed me tighter, and I felt the warmth of his body seeping into mine. It was comforting, like a blanket on a cold night.

“Why don’t you ever tell me this when you’re sober?” I asked, my voice gentle.

Two-Bit let out a soft laugh, his breath ruffling my hair. “'Cause I'm a chicken,” he admitted. “Always been better at jokin’ around than sayin’ what I really feel.”

I reached up, gently rubbing his back. “You don’t have to be scared with me, Keith. You know that, right?”

He nodded, his head still resting on mine. “I know, Darry. Just... sometimes it’s easier to let the booze do the talkin’.”

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, just holding each other. I could feel the tension in my body slowly melting away, replaced by a sense of contentment I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“You smell nice,” Two-Bit mumbled, his voice sleepy.

I chuckled softly. “You’re just drunk.”

“Maybe,” he said, his words slurring more. “But I mean it. You always smell good. Like home.”

I felt my heart swell at his words. Keith had a way of making the simplest things sound like the most important truths. “Thanks,” I whispered, giving him another squeeze.

Two-Bit shifted, sliding off the arm of the chair to sit on my lap. He was heavy, but I didn’t mind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, and I could feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin. “Can we stay like this?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yeah,” I said softly. “We can stay like this.”

Steve stirred on the couch, mumbling something in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up. I glanced at him, then back at Two-Bit, who was already starting to drift off.

“I’m gonna take care of you, Keith,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “I promise.”

Two-Bit’s grip tightened on me, and he mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out. I rested my cheek against his hair, breathing in the scent of him – a mix of alcohol, cigarettes, and something uniquely Two-Bit.

“Get some sleep,” I whispered, stroking his back in slow, soothing circles. “I’ll be right here.”

As Two-Bit’s breathing evened out and he finally fell asleep, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. The world outside might be falling apart, but in this moment, with Keith in my arms and Steve snoring softly on the couch, everything felt right.

I closed my eyes, letting myself relax completely for the first time in what felt like forever. The house was quiet, but it was a comforting kind of quiet now. I knew that come morning, we’d have to face the world again, but for tonight, we had each other. And that was enough.

🫶

[moons-dunes]

Needy

For Kinktober - Prompt: Brat Taming

Kinktober Masterlist

18+ Only MDNI

Pairing: Brat!Steven Grant x reader

Summary: Under that sweet exterior, Steven has a bratty streak. And you’re more than glad to put him back in his place.

WC: ~1.3k

A/N: I’ve never seen anyone write Steven as a brat which is surprising given how sassy he is, so I tried my hand at it. I have a love hate relationship with this one.

This work contains: Bratting and taming obvi (pretty light as far as brat and brat taming goes), dom reader, use of sex toys (vibrating cock ring, ball gag, and soft restraints), mommy kink because I’m a degenerate, bordering on edging and overstim due to the nature of cock rings, orgasm denial and control, riding, PiV, bit of begging and tears for flavor, feel like I have a responsibility to say that if you’re using cock rings in real life that y’all should be careful and do your research. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Your fingers tapped the keyboard of your laptop at a quick pace as you sat at the kitchen table, your eyes scanning each word you wrote. You were so close to finishing your latest chapter, then you could finally post it.

You were so focused on the screen in front of you, you didn’t even look away when you felt warm arms wrap around your middle.

“How’s it going, love?” Steven’s soft voice came through the silence, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m almost done,” you responded quietly, only half paying attention.

However, Steven was feeling particularly needy.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips to your skin. That broke your attention away for half a second.

“Steven, honey,” you started, tempted to lean into his sweet touch. “Give me a little bit longer. I’ll be done soon.”

He pressed his forehead into your shoulder instead, his hair tickling your face. You could feel how heated his skin was, giving you a pretty good idea of what the problem was.

“Mommy will take care of you in a bit, baby,” You promised sweetly, grabbing his hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Be a good boy and wait.”

You knew that he wouldn’t, he had been sassier than usual all day. That bratty streak he hid under that sweet and innocent demeanour came out to play sometimes, waiting for you to put him back in his place. And you were more than happy to do so.

He huffed against your shoulder, standing upright again and unwrapping himself from you.

“It’s alright,” he sighed, walking towards the bedroom. “I can take care of things myself. Not a big deal.”

He didn’t see the mischievous smirk that crossed your face.

“Steven,” your tone turned firm, warning him. “You know what happens when you touch yourself without permission. Get back here.”

He looked back at you with a defiant glare and a cocky grin.

“What if I don’t?” He challenged you, crossing his arms over his chest.

And that was how he ended up in his current situation.

His muffled moans made you look up from your laptop, to where you had him sat in the other kitchen chair. Padded leather cuffs held his hands behind his back, keeping him from removing the vibrating ring around his hard and leaking cock.

He clenched his teeth down on the ball gag you strapped to his head, tensing as he reached another orgasm that was ultimately ruined by the silicone ring around his cock.

You weren’t counting but you were sure it had been at least four or five by now. Of course you had been watching and listening to him like a hawk for any signs of actual discomfort.

“Are you still okay?” You asked again as you looked over his quivering form, the view from your seat making you almost embarrassingly wet.

It took a second, but he nodded.

“Good. I'm just about done,” you let him know, and you could see the relief in his wide, teary brown eyes. “Hopefully you’ve had time to decide if you’re going to behave or not.”

Your eyes went back to the screen in front of you, making sure everything was good before you finally hit the ‘post’ button. Closing your laptop and getting up, you slowly walked over to him.

You looked him over with a smirk, watching his chest heave and his thighs tremble. His skin glistened with sweat, his stray curls sticking to his forehead and neck. He looked up at you with doe eyes, a couple tears falling down his cheeks.

“Mommy’s going to take care of you now baby,” you purred, cupping his cheek in your hand. He leaned into the touch immediately, squeezing his eyes shut. You pressed a kiss to his forehead before you moved your hand down lower.

His cock was red and leaking precum, you wouldn’t doubt if it was starting to get painful. You didn’t want to leave him like that for any longer.

You turned off the vibrator on the ring before carefully taking it off, a raspy cry of relief escaping Steven as you did so.

You removed the gag next, putting both it and the ring to the side to properly clean and put away later.

“That’s probably much better,” you soothed him, petting his damp hair and brushing it out of his face. “Now, you were awfully naughty earlier. Did my boy learn his lesson?”

Steven caught his breath, the relief of blood rushing back to his cock still pouring over him.

“Yes,” he choked out, his voice rough.

“What do you say?” You prompted, lifting his chin with a single finger.

He looked so pretty like this.

“Th-thank you, mommy,” he stuttered out, making you smile.

“Are you going to disobey me again tonight?” You questioned with a raised brow, and he shook his head quickly. “You better not.”

You stripped yourself slowly, dropping each piece of clothing to the floor one at a time. You gave Steven a warning glare when you heard him whine, and he quickly snapped his mouth shut again.

You could be so mean when you wanted to be, and he absolutely loved it. He loved that you weren’t afraid to get rougher with him, rather than treating him like he was made of glass.

You positioned yourself on his lap, grabbing his shoulders firmly. He let out a mewl when the top of his oversensitive cock brushed against your wet entrance, and a yelp when you dropped down onto him in one swift movement. You planted your feet on the floor and started bouncing, pulling broken and raspy moans from him.

“All this just for some attention,” you spoke through gritted teeth, digging your nails into his skin. “My needy boy.”

You let out a relieved moan when you found the right angle, moving your hips faster. Steven’s head fell to your shoulder as he choked back his own frustrated groans.

“I.. I,” his words died in his throat, his hands yanking at the restraints that held him. “Please!”

“Not yet,” you ordered, one of your hands gripping his hair and pulling his face away from your skin. You used the leverage you had to tilt his head back, your lips immediately going to his exposed throat. You didn’t bother being gentle, nipping and sucking at his soft skin.

Steven whined louder as holding back his climax became almost impossible, his cock still so sensitive and hard.

You decided to have a little bit of mercy on your boy. He was being good for you, after all.

“Go ahead, baby boy,” you allowed him, and with that he came with a broken shout. You bounced as fast as you comfortably could, bringing yourself to your own orgasm as his cum messily spilled out of you.

He fell against you as much as he could with the restraints still holding him, little high pitched moans escaping with each breath he let out as you kept riding him. When you stopped moving your hips, you both let out a shaky breath.

Once you regained your composure, you freed him from the restraints that held him and helped him into bed. You made sure he drank some water, and cleaned the both of you up a bit. You could worry about the rest later.

When you crawled into bed with him, he clung to you like a koala. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, pulling a soft blanket over both of you.

“Was I good?” He asked quietly, his face nuzzled against your chest.

Bless his heart.

“Yes, Steven,” you assured him gently, pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head. “You’re my good boy.”

[hell-drabbles]

Mock-up Card 1

Basically it's just an L Card with the Embittered Companion and Lucifer working together because my brain is stuck on that for some reason? It's weird. Anyways, when you activate the Ultimate Skill of this card, you switch to either Lucifer or the Embittered Companion. A sort of, two-in-one card. Embittered Companion is all about dealing damage while Lucifer is all about healing. There's a boost to their ATK for a good while after switching. Don't ask about the numbers, I didn't think of them at aaaall.

Also I don't have it in me to write prose right now, so here be lines!!!

[First Encounter]

YOU: Hey. It's been how many years? You know, since I last took up a weapon to chase people away? It's pretty nostalgic, honestly. LUCIFER: …are you already forgetting what you promised us? YOU: I'm not gonna charge in head first, you two. Get off my ass.

[Level Up]

YOU: What I lack… LUCIFER: I'll make up.

[Evolve]

YOU: It would be nice, to have less lives lost. LUCIFER: But all we can do is continue on, until the very end.

[Ultimate Skill 1]

YOU: Go ahead and take a nap, Lucifer.

[Ultimate Skill 2]

LUCIFER: Sit. Rest. You're bleeding.

[Upon Death]

YOU: I'm still shit at keeping promises huh? LUCIFER: It's not your fault. Let's go.

[Victory 1]

YOU: Glad to see you've been focusing on the task at hand, Ra-on. Well, battle's over, so you can do whatever the hell you want.

[Victory 2]

LUCIFER: This is something to celebrate about, isn't it? …yes, you'll be invited to the party.

[Defeat]

LUCIFER: A mortal body such as their's does not deserve to have injuries like this. Keep quiet, they'll wake up. I know they will.

[Lobby Interaction 1]

YOU: It's kind of funny to me that, after all that, my normal body hasn't really changed one bit. Still the same strength, still the same weaknesses. LUCIFER: It doesn't make it any less remarkable to me. YOU: So you and Ra-on say. Well, I've been in this body longer than anyone, so I wouldn't know what to be impressed by. Everything about this body is just uninteresting to me. Doesn't make me any less happy that I'm back in it, though.

[Lobby Interaction 2]

YOU: Hmm? What are you staring at us for, Ra-on? We that good of a sight? …happy, huh? Yeah, I suppose Lucifer and I make each other pretty happy. Don't discount yourself though, buddy. Wouldn't be in the place that I am without your help.

[Lobby Interaction 3]

LUCIFER: Your hands. Let me see them. YOU: Huh? Alright, but why? LUCIFER: Ra-on told me you forgot about your blisters. YOU: Oh. Oh! No, yeah I did forget. Whoops. But hey, at least I'm wearing gloves this time around, so they're not that bad. None of them popped, so they should heal nicely.

[Lobby Interaction 4]

LUCIFER: If you wanted to destroy Heaven, would you? I wouldn't blame you if you answered 'yes.' YOU: …maybe a younger, more freshly wounded version of myself would've said yes, but as I am now, no. The fate of Heaven is not mine to control. I can only control the distance between me and that place. Besides, I'll hold onto hope that the angels will eventually weed out that sickening need to be superior.

[Lobby Interaction 5]

LUCIFER: Shh. They haven't rested well last night. Whatever it is you want to ask, save it for later. Hmm? Mm. Yes, they're… still haunted by everything. Not even in sleep can they be allowed to escape. A curse that not even my powers can relieve.

[Lobby Interaction 6]

YOU: You know, I haven't heard the name Solomon in a while. Did you finally put your foot while I was away, Ra-on?

[Lobby Interaction 7]

YOU: Another angel almost snatched me up today. Even in this human form they hate so much, they still want to whisk me up right back to that suffocating cradle. Thanks for the warning by the way. LUCIFER: While we were all once siblings connected through our love for God, I won't allow them to repeat that torture. If I must make my words absolute, then I will.

[Lobby Interaction 8]

LUCIFER: Have you adjusted yet? YOU: To what? LUCIFER: To your lack of extra limbs. To that body of yours. Is there any pain? Any noises that want to invade your eyes and ears? YOU: …There's nothing. Sometimes I'll feel like I'm missing something, but it's all blissfully silent.

[Lobby Interaction 9]

LUCIFER: Do you have no intention of staying here? YOU: I have no intention of ever forgetting you, Lucifer. But, I can't stay here. This is not my home. Our home, is right where Minhyeok is. Where our beloved earth is. Hell is nice, but I'm pretty sure Ra-on and I miss the comfort of our home's air.

[Lobby Interaction 10]

YOU: Lucifer? LUCIFER: Yes? YOU: If, one day, I decide to visit, would you welcome me? LUCIFER: …always. A small visit, or a promise to dedicate our existences to one another, I'll welcome it all the same.

[bradtomlovesya]

GHOSTFACE

Tom Holland x Actress! Reader

Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)

W/C: 1.1k+

A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻

Gif not mine

Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.

Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.

A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.

You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.

So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.

As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.

"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.

"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.

"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.

"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.

"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.

"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.

"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"

All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.

Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.

"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.

"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.

Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.

"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.

"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.

They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.

They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.

"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.

It was time to end the joke.

"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.

"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.

"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.

"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.

"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."

Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."

"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.

"What do you mean?" asked Tom.

"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"

"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.

"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.

"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."

They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.

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Tom holland tags: @raajali3 @fangirling-galore @rogertherabbitt @powerpuffluuvv @august-cardigan @itszulli @hallecarey1 @luvmarissaaa @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kaitieskidmore1 @lnmp89 @pure-a-tea @vixparker @army24--7 @spiderydreams00 @nani-2305 @mochimm @ietss @prancerrparkerr @hpsgirlrw @hollandweather

[collegetennisoriginstory]

All I can say after the update is… Tobin I will take your hand in marriage IMMEDIATELY. Tobin is the only IF RO that makes my heart go pitter patter thump thump drum drum beep beep <3 I adore them. THE LOCKER ROOM SCENE. The honest conversations with MC about their new relationship with their own queerness. The delicious ~sexual tension~ during and after the match 😭 i could spend an ETERNITY reading Tobin’s scenes and it would still never be enough of them. ty for their creation and for the options in this update for MC to simp a lil over them lmao they deserve it

And SAM don’t think I forgot about you and how fun/adorable it was to see you immediately become the hall’s favorite. Can’t wait for the rest of the weekend, MC/Sam bestie time, and that damn confession *shakes fist* hand over that heart of yours, o’connelley. It’s time.

also I love how all the ROs have such varying reactions in regards to jealousy (but did I have to read them in the code because I refuse to hurt Tobin or Sam EVER, yes. Yes I did). MC sweating over Sam and G interacting while G is cool as a cucumber was very funny, and so was Rayyan’s curt poutiness. Tobin and Sam both swallowing how they feel in their own ways was P A I N F U L.

anddd I know writing the matches, especially for doubles, must be an unbelievable amount of work but it genuinely pays off because all the different variations are so fun to play each time. I’m on the edge of my seat for every match

AHHHH THIS ASK GIVES ME LIFE!

I love love love that you enjoyed the Tobin scenes (and the convo about their queerness, it will be explored a little more as the relationship unfolds--if it does--and I am beyond excited to get to explore that further, especially with someone as mature, but new, to their sexuality as Tobin!)

Spoiller below.

MC can jokingly say to Tobin in the locker room that kissing them is life changing, but that's more true than they suspect!

And as for Sam being immediately folded into the hallmate gang... I'm sure no one is surprised ;) and yes it's going to be a weekend of laughs/fun/possibly a bit of angst! Sam's confession.... hopefully they gear up the courage and bite the bullet already!! (They can certainly tell theyre not short of competition at Cargill 👀)

And as for the varied jealousy reactions... God there's more variation in there than I think most people will get to experience, but worth it I think, because each character is so different, and approach relationships with the MC so differently! I hope it yields new scenes and new nuances each time folks play a slightly different romance route :)

Finally, writing the tennis matches always take much longer than I myself expect them too--and I always end up wondering if I've gone into too much detail/made them too long, but each time I'm like nah it's a significant match! Except I've been saying that about every match so far (save for maybe the Deepal match). I think so far the feedback has been that people appreciate the variation and the length of the matches and that they continue to feel thrilling, but I promise to keep calibrating them as I write!

Thanks again for your wonderful message, love it so much! 😊

[notmyprey]

Tw: A LOT of fatal vore mentions!!!! Injury and some gore. But keep in mind, no one dies, just gets badly hurt.

Betrayal part 1

I've never had many people trust me. It's not that I break promises or that I steal, nothing like that. I just rarely get close to people. But then I met you.

It's been months since I first found out you had been living in the walls of my apartment. Exactly how long have you been there? Neither of us knew, since you dont track time too well, and I hadn't known you were even here till recently. But from what I've gathered from your ramblings, it's been at least a year.

It took a while for you to work up the courage to see me. At first, you wouldn't even come out of the home you had made between my walls. But after about a week of us talking through the wooden panels, I finally convinced you to come out.

The first thing I noticed was that you were small, you were so small, in fact, I could easily compare you to the size of the Barbie dolls I used to play with.

After that, we hit it off. We were best friends, I believe. You loved listening to me talk about the outside world, and I listened to you talk about what new movie you watched. Sometimes, we would talk while cooking together, others we would lie in bed, with you atop my chest listening to my heart while I described what it's like to go to the store.

We were close, very close. That's at least what it looked like. But deep down, something else was stirring, a buzz in my brain that had been there since the day I first heard your voice. I didn't actually care about you. That's what I had to convince myself to think.

All I was doing was waiting for the perfect time to act, that's all. I didn't care about you, I refused to think how lonely I would be without you. I didn't actually like you, never.

I didn't wake up at night and lay my hand across your chest just to know if you were still breathing. I didn't glance over at you when I joked, just to see your smile. I never saw you like that. Because the voices told me you were nothing more than food.

If I thought too much deeper, I knew I would never be able to look at you again for the amount of shame I'd feel would be too great. So I didn't think about it. You were food, and I refused to think any deeper.

Although the voices were hungry, I told myself that I must wait for the perfect conditions. You had to be tired, so you wouldn't squirm too much. I had to have gotten a good nights rest, so I could chase you if needed. No one could be coming to my house that day, nor could I have any meetings. I needed to just have gone grocery shopping so that people wouldn't hear or see you withering in my gut. This list continued, being added almost endlessly any time I thought of something else to make it even just a little bit longer. But most importantly, I needed you to trust me. I needed to wait until you trusted me more than anything.

I didn't think that would happen. I never thought all conditions would ever be met, and I think some small part of me created the conditions to never be met. But today, when I got out of bed and turned to face you, that's when I knew each box had been checked.

I tried to turn back, I really did. But the voices had grown louder than ever before, and before I knew it, I was gripping your tiny form in between both of my hands.

You didn't move. You didn't even struggle, only gazing up at me, confusion and worry spreading across your face.

Like that, we stayed for a moment, my hungry eyes not seeming to be understood by you. You smile at me and ask if I'm alright, I didn't respond. I knew if I took even the slightest effort to talk, every emotion I had held back behind the wall of hunger would spill out. So I didn't talk.

Instead, I focused on the now. This is the moment I have waited months for. This is the moment I've envisioned in ever so much detail. How nice you would feel on my tongue, the small kicks that would start to come from my stomach as you fought against your final resting place. But between the hungry voices, gnawing at my brain, telling me to shove you down my awaiting throat, I found myself thinking of the stuff I've avoided for so long. How I would miss you small weight on my chest, how I would miss you talking durring movies, telling me about how this actor played in another movie, or how the sequel contradicts whats said in the original.

Shaking, I held you up closer, my hands moving without me telling them to. I thought of how much I've grown to like you. Your head touched my tongue, sending chills of flavor unlike any other down my spine. I thought about how much you trusted me. You didn't move, limply letting my tongue move around your face. I thought about how much love you had shown me. I swallowed, sending your head and sholders into my throat. I thought about how much I felt I needed you here with me. Another swallow, this one more powerful, sending your whole torso and upper legs into the confines of my throat. You meant so much to me. One more swallow, and all that was left were your feet in my mouth. But you're only food, right? The rest of you was sent into the ever waiting void of my throat with one more slow, thick gulp.

My head started to feel heavy since you took up quite a bit of the space in my throat, space that was often used to breathe. But soon, I felt you slip into my stomach. I brased myself, waiting for the kicks that were soon to come. But I felt nothing. A small flicker of movement in my abdomen made me flinch, but it quickly stopped again.

I wanted to run my hand across you, but something seemed to be stopping me. Guilt, perhaps? I think whatever it was, it was the same thing stopping me from looking down on myself. I felt gross, somewhat sick, almost like I had just eaten something I wasn't supposed to. Perhaps that was the guilt, too?

"Did I taste good?" Your small voice echoed through my head. I could hardly think it was real, but it would have been hard to have guilt hallucinate a voice from someone now so close to me.

I couldn't bring myself to answer, not because the answer was unclear, but because my voice refused to come out. No matter how I tried, the most I could do was whine a pathetic, "ya," in response.

Tears started to flow down my cheeks. Everything felt overwhelming all of a sudden. I flopped onto the floor, bringing my knees to my chest. As I did so, I could feel you curl up too, your tiny form now compressed more now that I was putting more pressure on my middle.

That's when I started crying. Goodness knows why, but now Im sure the emotion I was feeling was horrible, gut-wrenching guilt. Months of effort, love, and care down the drain because I couldn't contain myself.

Your small hand pressed against me from the inside, I think you started talking, but my head was throbbing, drowning out your words. Without warning, you screamed out in pain. Your speaking became more panicked, like something was stealing your ability to breathe. Soon, you had started crying, too.

I could hardly take it, my heart wrenched ever so painfully. How had I ever thought I should do this? How could I ever do this? The illness in my stomach came to its peak, and my eyes started to blur as I hunched over. You started to get forced back up my throat. Soon, I tasted you once again on my tongue, this time though you didn't taste pleasant.

It was a mixture of your original sweetness, but it was nearly drowned out completely by the bitter acid and sour blood that came with it.

Soon, through the tears still draining from my eyes, I saw your body hit the floor in a mixture of other fluids. While still foggy, my mind seemed to work with me, telling my arms to scoop you up and for my legs to tumble towards the bathroom. I set you down in the sink, not even bothering to wipe my blurry eyes as I turn on the cold water. With a couple of blinks, my vision cleared enough to focus. Your left eye was swollen, closed shut with red and yellow liquid flowing around it. Though comparatively, the rest of you didn't look nearly as bad, I knew it still hurt. Any time I glanced at a new area of exposed skin, I found a new red burn, showing the bloody flesh underneath.

You started to shiver, but I couldn't take you out of the water yet. I needed to make sure all of the acid was off of you. Soon though, after I thought that everything was rinsed off, I sped to the closet to grab a towel, then started gently drying you off. While you continued to dry off and wrap the towel around you, I rummaged through my first aid kit to find something to wrap over your eye.

Dropping to one knee to get a better look, I gently placed some tissue over your eye, then wrapped a cloth bandage over it to keep it in place.

I dropped my hands to my side, unable to take my eyes off you. Not even 20 minutes ago, you had been smiling up at me, happy and healthy. Now, I knew I'd never see that side of you again.

[lovelywritinglady]

Forgiveness pt.1

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Reader is a victim of the Winter Soldier. When Bucky finds her to apologize, she tries to shoot him thinking he’s still the Winter Soldier. Angst, fluff, mentors of violence and blood, Bucky spills his heart out to you. Takes place during Falcon And The Winter Soldier.

Ten years ago...

Shots rung through the alleyway, a man now was dead. As a man with a sliver metal arm stood above him with an expressionless face. He turned around to leave the alleyway only to notice a girl standing there in absolute horror. Y/N was frozen with fear and only came to her senses when the man began to walk closer to her. She screamed and began running from him. However, he caught up with her shooting her in the leg. She fell down hard as her face hit the sidewalk as the blood began to pour from her fractured nose. He came towards her and began punching her face, stomach, and pressing his foot on her injury. Her screamed echoed through the night. He looked down at her with the same expression as the man he killed. She knew this was where she was going to die. Until a bright light cascaded on their bodies, blinding the man standing before her. She saw his face, from his blue eyes, and blood splattered face. If she wasn't being murdered right now she'd think this man was handsome. He then ran back into the alleyway and somehow disappeared. Y/N cried not just from her injuries, but from the sweet relief that her life might last a little bit longer. A police officer kneeled down towards her asking her questions, but she couldn't respond still coming down from the adrenaline rush she just had. She knew that if she ever saw that man with the silver arm again, she would be ready to face him.

Bucky's Pov

Apologizing has been one of the hardest things I've needed to do. Looking into the eyes of my victims or their loved ones makes me feel a guilt that is all consuming. My therapist suggested that this was a good idea, but it sure as hell doesn't feel that way. I'd rather just send them a letter and a gift basket, but I know these people deserve much better than that. I was near done with my list, as I just talked to two of the last three on my list. Their tears and screams will keep me up at night for the rest of my life. Part of me thought that I deserve it, but at the same time it wasn't me who killed or hurt those people, it was The Winter Soldier.

The sun was beginning to set in the sky as the chill of the coming night began to fill the air. Walking up to the apartment building, I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. I really hurt his girl, and I could understand if she could never forgive me, I certinaly wouldn't. Her name was Y/n L/N.As I got to her apartment I hesitated knocking on her door. What I did to her was pure evil and from what I've heard about her is that she's had to go through years of therapy because of it. Taking a leap of faith, I knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds, I heard footsteps and then the door opened slightly reveling her. She was beautiful, her hair was a lovely h/c, her eyes looked tired and I was guessed she was going to bed. Her face was laced with confusion before quickly changing into horror.

"Get the hell away from me." She snaped

"Please I'm not him anymore." I pleated

"You're a fucking liar!" She cried running quickly into her kitchen grabbling a gun from under her sink. She then pointed the gun at me and fired, which bounced off my metal hand that I used to protect myself.

"Y/N, please just hear me out. I'm not him anymore!?" I shouted raising my hand in the air.

"Why in the hell would I do that?" She yelled

"Look I don't know. All I know is that I hurt you in horrible ways and I'm so sorry that I did." I said softly looking into her eyes.

"I nearly died because of you. And you came to apologize?" She questioned still pointing the gun at me.

"You're right, I promise after I'm done you will never see me again." I promised her lowering my hands.

"Fine, you have two minutes and if you're not out by then I will shoot you in the fucking head. Do you understand?" She said sternly

"Yes, I understand." I responded lowering my hands

"Stay standing and don't make any sudden movements." She ordered lowering her gun but still holding it.

"You got it." I said

"Talk." she ordered

"I know that I hurt you and I came here to say sorry. I'm not that monster anymore and I can assure you that he's dead. He will never hurt you or anyone else again. He was a tool for H.Y.D.R.A and I had no say in what I did. They brainwashed me and forced my body to kill innocent people. I'm not trying to condone my actions, I'm just trying to explain. " I calmly said trying not to make her more scared. Her eyes seemed to soften a little.

"Do you remember everything?" She questioned

"Yes, I remember all of them. Every single person, from their cries, to the sound of their blood hitting the ground. I remember how it felt to kill them and how little I cared. I never want to be like that again, and I've gone through a lot to make sure that I don't." I said tears prickling my eyes.

"So what's your real name then?" she questioned hesitantly

"James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky." I told her with a slight smile.

"Good name, hell of a lot better than The Winter Soldier." She joked hesitantly

"Yeah." I chucked

"So you weren't the one doing all of that, are you sure?" she questioned placing the gun on the counter to her right.

"No I wasn't, I would never have hurt you, I promise." I reassured giving her a smile.

"I still can't forgive you." She admitted

"I know and I don't expect you to. What I did, what he did, was unforgivable." I stated sadly. "I should go, thank you for your time."

"Yeah, no problem." she said softly

"See you around." I said turning around to leave her nice apartment.

"Wait, can I have your number? Not for anything like that or whatever, but if I do forgive you, I'd like to let you know." She cried out getting my attention with her phone in hand.

"Sure, I'd love to." I smiled at her grabbing her phone and putting my number in. After I did, I put 'Bucky' as my name in her contacts, hoping she wouldn't mind.

"Thanks." She whispered

"Have a goodnight." I whispered looking into her eyes

"You too, stay outta trouble." She joked

"You too." I laughed leaving her apartment. I left feeling satisfied with what I had accomplished yet still hoping one day she can forgive me.

Three months later...

Sam and I decided to head to his favorite bar in his hometown. We were laughing and telling good stories from our pasts. Today we fixed his family's boat and decided to celebrate with a couple of drinks. I was on my third beer when all of the sudden my phone vibrated. Curiously, I looked down only to be texted by someone I honestly thought I'd never hear from. Tears ran down my face as I read the simple but important message.

'I forgive you'

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[nat20potato]

DIALOGUE DRABBLE

Summary: Xenk and Edgin gets separated from the rest of the party while running from trouble, and Edgin sprains his ankle.

Rating: G

Pairings: Mild Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

"I'm fine, I'm fine, stop fussing."

"You are clearly not fine, as evident by the limp that you are unsuccessfully hiding-,"

"Well maybe I'll be able to hide it better if you pick up the pace, we don't know how far back we've lost them and Simon won't be able to hide our tracks for too long-,"

"The currents are strong and the river is deep; were you to slip and fall it will delay our journey all that much further. If you would simply allow me to-,"

"Don't, Xenk, please, you only have so much energy and I need you to keep it until after we meet back up with Holga and Kira and we see how bad her wounds are. I'm sorry for slowing us down but I promise I'm trying, ok?"

"I understand your reticence, but that is not what I was about to offer. Climb on my back."

"...Ex-fucking-scuse me?"

"It is not an offer of intercourse."

"No, I fucking-got that-you want me to climb on your back? While in a river?"

"We are stationed by large enough croppings of stone that provide enough respite of the currents and a boost, should you need it, there is no better station of security in current conditions."

"Xenk, I'm 200 pounds and change bone dry, and I have-have stuff on my own back. My lute."

"My circumstances and training have allowed me strength to carry heavier burdens for longer periods, and it is a practical solution in our dire conditions. Hurry."

"Xenk, you're wearing armor."

"Edgin. Please."

"Shit. Fuck. Fine. Hold my lute. Hold still. Ow. Oh shit that's the ankle-,"

"I apologize-,"

"Don't. Any more and my pride might not survive."

"It is not my intention to wound you or your dignity any further-,"

"I know, I know bud, keep walking, yeah? I appreciate it, I do, but let's keep this to ourselves when we meet up with the others."

"Our hands would not have been forced were I less careless in our previous battle, and I would have had enough energy to heal both you and your daughter-,"

"Don't do that, Xenk, you held off a whole tribe of bandits on your own, saved Simon's life, you can't save everyone."

"I am not well-versed...it has been. A while since I have quested for long periods with company...besides myself."

"See? Not your fault. Wow, you are REALLY not straining at all. Little bit further."

"I would like to apologize; were I quicker to take to travelling with company, with others, perhaps I would be less inclined to selfishness-,"

"Prioritzing your own health and well being in the middle of battle isn't selfishness, Xenk, and we need you at your best anyway, you couldn't have known Kira was gonna be struck down like that. But forgiven, ok? Forgotten. No harm done."

"Some harm had been inflicted."

"Not by you, even indirectly. Besides, if practice travelling with company's the problem, there's an easy solution for that."

"...you would offer me a place in your family? Still, after my mistakes?"

"We've literally just had the conversation about how you didn't do anything wrong, but yeah. Of course. Kira loves you. Always good to have another competent fighter in the bunch. Truth be told we're probably the ones getting the better end of the deal if you do."

"I disagree. The love, care and camaraderie you share between yourselves is a connection found few and far in between, even amongst fellow adventurers. You hide not your affections and love amongst those you take under your wing, Edgin Darvis, and I would be...honored, to be amongst those you have come to accept as kin."

"It's not...that deep. Whatever. Dry land! Thank God. Oh ow. Ow. Ok, you know what-,"

"Perhaps it is more prudent for me to carry you a little bit rest of the way until we find a safer place of rest."

"Great! Good idea-only if you can carry-,"

"It is no trouble; you are lighter than you assume yourself to be."

"Ouch."

"Have I troubled your injury?"

"Only the one on my pride."

"Rest assured I will set you down before we reach our encampment."

"Appreciate it buddy. 'Least that means I'm losing the beer gut."

[gemini-sensei]

Was on tik tok watching cobra kai edits and like I saw a video that made me start questioning things....

Any thoughts on poly! Sam/Reader/Hawk?

Aside from asking what tiktok edits you were watching?

🤔🤔

Hawk and Sam's enemies to lovers energy is palpable and perfect for a poly relationship with Reader 😩

Maybe Reader isn't involved in karate but supports her friends' interest in it. She leans more on the Miyagi-Do side of the "war" but doesn't get in the middle of anything. She and Sam hangout to get away from all the drama, they have girls' days with Moon and Yasmine to destress.

Meanwhile, Hawk watches her from afar. They talk from time to time and he makes her laugh. They share a few classes, but don't really hang out outside of school. He wants to ask her out, bjt everytime he's about to do just that, Sam intervenes.

She sees the way Hawk looks at her friends sees the way he smiles at her, hears the way she laughs at his stupid jokes. Sam knows he wants to ask her out and pulls her away everytime she thinks he's going to make a move. She calls Reader away and they go about their day, giggling and having their fun.

Sam has the biggest crush on her friend, but doesn't know how to go about it. However, she knows that if she wants to date her, she has to make it soon. She knows Hawk is close to do the same.

However, when Sam asks out Reader, she gets rejected.

"I'm just not in the right spot to be dating right now... I hope that makes sense. I don't want this to ruin our friendship," Reader tells her and Sam understands.

They hug it out and carry on, but Sam still thinks about it. She doesn't realize Reader thinks about it too.

She doesn't know Reader thinks about Sam and Hawk, and how much she'd like to date both of them. But with them being on opposing sides, she thinks it's not possible, so chooses neither of them.

Life goes on and sooner rather than later, Hawk is one of the good guys. He joins Miyagi-Do and makes amends with the people he hurt. His past is all but erased and he's even becoming friends with Sam.

He joins the Miyagi-Dos for outings and Reader is there. She feels better seeing Hawk and Sam on the same side now, not even thinking about the potential of either of them being her partner. She's just happy she doesn't have to split her time or attention between them, happy Sam isn't pulling her away to keep her from Hawk, happy that they can just be friends.

But sometimes she lets little affections slip. She'll rest her head on Hawk's shoulder while watching a movie or hold Sam's hand as they walk through the mall. Her hugs last longer. She'll sit on Hawk's lap or come up behind Sam and hold her, resting her chin on the girl's head/shoulder.

They're at the mall one day when Reader sees a pretty dress in one of the shop windows. She gets so excited over it and Sam joins her to go take a closer look at it. They break away from the group and promise to meet up with them at the food court, Hawk kind of trails behind them and goes into the store with them. It's harmless fun and splits the group up almost evenly.

Hawk stands around awkwardly in the middle of the dresses. Sam teases him and tells him he didn't have to tag along, which makes him blush and scuff his shoe on the floor a bit.

"Whatever, I wasn't gonna let you two walk around her on your own," he scoffs.

"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself," she says.

"I know that..."

Reader interrupts their little back and forth by pulling out the dress. "It looks so pretty! Oh, Sam, will you help me tie it up? I wanna try it on before I commit."

Sam smiles at her and nods. "Of course. Let's go try it on right now."

They giggle as they speed their way over the the dressing rooms. Once inside, Reader strips and pulls the dress on, but it's a little snug on her chest and belly. It gets worse when Sam tries tying the ribbons on the back.

"Do you think they have a bigger size?"

"This is the biggest one they had..."

Sam helps her out of the dress and Reader is sad. Just as she's about to slip her regular clothes back on, there's a knock on the door.

"Uh, hey, Reader, I talked to clerk and they had your size in the back... if you wanna try it on..."

Sam smiles teasingly as she looks ar Reader's flustered expression. "Are you spying on us now, Hawk?"

"No... I just overheard what Reader was saying about the dress..."

Sam opens the door and looks at him, seeing his blushing cheeks. "I'm just messing with you." She sees that he has the dress in hand and holds her hand out for it. He passes it to her and she disappears behind the door.

He waits a few minutes and then hears the door click. He looks over and Sam pops her head out.

"Reader wants to show you the dress," she says, then rolls her eyes playfully. She ducks back into the dressing room and Hawk is left to follow her.

He closes the door behind him just to keep Reader's privacy intact, but once he looks up, he's starstruck. Reader looks so pretty in the dress. It's flown, but not to much, stopping just above her knees. It hugs her chest just right and accentuates her breasts, not showing off too much. She looks stunning.

"Wow."

Reader nervously giggles under his gaze and looks at Sam. "That means I should get it, right?"

"Oh yeah," Sam laughed. She looks at Hawk with a teasing gleam in her eye. "I'm surprised he hasn't started drooling."

Hawk glares at her, but it's not serious. Their friendship is just banter back and forth, hardly even anything more than playful.

Though, to Sam, its a little more than just banter. It's a shield. Her light teasing of Hawk has only increased in frequency sin r her feelings for him grew, though she'd be hard pressed to even admit she liked him as more than a friend. She'd rather jump off a cliff into the ocean than tell anyone she has a crush on Hawk.

And besides, her heart belongs to Reader.

She hasn't gotten over her, but her feelings for Hawk sprouted out of nowhere.

And seeing him act like a blushing little mess all because of a dress was making her heart hammer away in her chest.

Reader looks at herself in the mirror with a smile, then does a little twirl. The dressing room isn't very big and she spins herself right into Hawk, who catches her with a laugh.

"Careful there," he tells her, making sure she's steady on her feet. But he doesn't let go, keeping his hands on her waist as she giggles.

Then she turns away and smiles at Sam. "Okay, yeah, I think I'll get this one. It's super fun."

Sam is the one blushing now, having realized the two people she has a crush on look super cute together. She nods and looks away to hide her rosy cheeks, but Hawk sees the tint of color before she's able to really hide it.

He smirks at her and she glares, then he turns around. "I'll let you get changed."

Then he's walking out the door and making sure it's closed before he steps away. Though he left with a cool attitude his mind in in a whirl. What was that? Why was Sam blushing? And why is his heart thumping so hard over it?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1171: The Diary of Beartrap (Epithet Erased)

Dear Diary,

It's been a while, hasn't it?~ I'm sorry it took too long for me to write to you. Quite a lot has happened to me as of late: Some hectic, some exciting, a few rough patches and there, but I promise you there's a lot good after that. In fact, my life has gotten a lot better since it ever been, but I'm getting way ahead of myself already, so let's get started , shall we?

To get the bad and obvious out of the way, my relationship with my family hasn't improved at all unfortunately. Lorelai's still as lazy and self-centered ever while always constantly butting heads with me every chabce she gets, dad-no, Martin, is too investing in his own little world to even care about anything anymore, and I always had to spend the last few years of my life, watching over the toy store and keep it up float while cleaning up THEIR messes on a daily basis! And yeah, I HATE every second of it and EVERYDAY!!

.....But it couldn't be helped. The day mother left has been really rough for all of us since then, so it's not too hard to understand why our relationship became so....distant, hollow, dysfunctional and so.....messy. I should've realized sooner that things would turn out the way it did and be more prepared, but even then, I doubt it would've been any less stressful and draining than it was now and after everything Lorei put me and my friends through in her fantasy world of hers that night, I decided enough was enough and leave everything behind me: the toy store, the people I used to call my family, and.....my previous life up to this point..........

And I'm happy I made that choice, because like I said, my life really turned around for a whole lot better since then. I'm doing a lot better in school, I get to spend more time with my friends stressed-free, I even did a few other things I've never thought i would ever get to do in whole life: like being a part of school plays, attend football amd basketball games, and making these suuuuuper yummy cinnamon apple raisins waffle in cute cub head shapes~

To tell you truth, I don't think any of this would be even remotely be possible if it weren't for the two people who are working their butts off into looking after me as of late: Crusher, the biggest teddy bear of a sweetheart I have ever met (Which is pretty ironic considering he actually went as a teddy bear for Halloween last year. So freaking adorable!~ i should really remember to him again when he and the others come back), and my one and only boss: Giovanni Potage.

I honestly don't think I have the proper words to express how much he means to me or even how thankful I truly am for everything heaven done for me so far. He taught me how to be more confident in myself and become more assertive, he goes out of his way and beyond to try to help me with stuff in general, and he even went out of his way to take me our of my miserable home life and does his very best to look after me to this very. He sees a lot more value and importance in me than I even realized I have any myself. He did all of this is.....because he cares about me. Because he loves me. And......I love him too. So much that.....I wanna do whatever I can to help him out: with our new villain group, any of his newer evil schemes, and everything else in general. It's the least I can do for everything he have done for me thus far.

To this day, I still don't think I have a clue as to what the future will have in store for me or what to expect going forward, but I won't let it scare me off that easily. I won't let my past life take a hold of me any longer. I am going to live rest of my life to the fullest by my own accord and with the people I truly love and cherish. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can go screw themselves right off to the blazing sun, cause I'm not stopping one bit!

Giovanni: (In the Other Room) Ohh Beeartraaaaap!~ Dinner's finally ready!~

Crusher: And we finally return with SNACKS!

Spike: Annnnd a good amount of decent quality movies we can all watch!~ None of which were chosen by Ben thank God!

Ben: Dude, seriously!?

Car Crash: Hey, we're not the ones who brought tickets to that knock off Ice Age movie that one time, didn't we?

Ben: ('Let's Out a Frustrated Scream')

Molly: (Giggles Softly) Coming! (Finishes Up Writing on her Diary)

Okay, as much as I would love to stay and wrote, I gotta go now. We're having lasagna and a whole movie night tonight. They said they'll be a lot a movie to watch through this time around, so fingers crossed for at least a few of them to be decent. But until then, I'll try and write to you more often. It is one of my many New Years Resolutions after all, might as well make the most out of them.

Love,

Molly Blyndeff A.K.A. Beartrap

@aprilbrowines

[yellowwithalisp]

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

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

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

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊����𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 (𝙽𝚘 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The shattered windows and the eerie darkness of the building sent a chill down my spine, intensifying the gravity of the situation. The broken glass crunched under our boots, a haunting reminder that danger loomed ahead. I kept my senses sharp, acutely aware of the weight of my secret objective, but also mindful of the safety of my fellow officers. Captain Wesker led the way, his presence unwavering even in the face of uncertainty. His decisive steps and calculated movements set the pace for the rest of the team. Barry, Brad, Chris, and Jill followed closely behind, each one ready to carry out their assigned tasks with unwavering determination. As we navigated through the dimly lit halls, my mind remained fixated on my hidden motive. My desire to confront my uncle, to understand the truth behind his actions, burned within me. But I knew all too well the risks involved in pursuing such a path alone, especially when the safety of innocent lives hung in the balance. The echoing silence was broken only by the sound of our footsteps and the faint, distant whispers of the rain outside. I found solace in the unity of the team, knowing that even in the darkness, we had each other's backs. Suddenly, a sound caught my attention—a faint creaking noise coming from a nearby door. Instinctively, I looked ahead at the rest of alph's team walking ahead. Staying as quiet as I could before avoiding the glass on the floor, walked over to the room I heard the notice coming from. I reached out and slowly turned the handle and slipped into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light within. What I found inside stopped me in my tracks—an intricate web of photographs, newspaper clippings, and notes covering the walls. The evidence was overwhelming, a chilling reminder of the twisted mind that lurked behind the violence. I quietly took out my small camera and took a photo. Everything was in Russian, h had been planning this.

"Mad man, what have you done now…"

I mumbled as I walked over to read some of his mad scribbles. Umbrella, test, experiments. These were the words that keep repeating throughout his writing. I shook my head as I slowly walked around the room.

Further ahead, Chris turned down the check on Jill and Mouse. However, Mouse wasn't there. Chris quickly stopped in place and turn to look at the rest of the team. "Wesker! Mouse is missing!" captain Wesker's steely gaze shifted towards Chris, his eyes narrowing with a calculated intensity. Without missing a beat, he swiftly assessed the situation, his voice cool and authoritative as he gave instructions to the team. "Barry, stay with Jill. Brad, you search the immediate vicinity. Chris, with me. We need to find Mouse quickly and regroup."

I was taking notes on what I could, everything looked like it was going to turn to dust if I touched it. There was a note with the name dr. Luis on it I was reading when I heard a very eerie whistle down the hall. The hair is on my arm stood up as a shiver friend on my spine. I recognized that whistle, it was him. It was his 'come find me' whistle. I slowly turned away from the piece of paper on the wall and walk towards the open door and the other side of the room. My camera is put away in my pocket and my gun is back in this place as I walk through it. Pointing it up as I walked around looking around trying to find him. I heard his whistle again down the dark hallway as I turn on the flashlight on my weapon as I walk. I slept into a wire, hearing a clanking sound and a bright flashlight behind me. I turned around and I see the room behind me go up into flames. That information was clearly for my eyes alone looks like you didn't want anyone else seeing it.

"Mouse!!"

I hear Wesker yell. He was on the other side of the flaming room with Chris. They both saw me as their eyes widen. Wekser's hidden behind his sunglasses.

"I-I'm ok!! This place is booby-trapped!!"

Wesker was try looking around in the room before looking at me, but had to step back with the fire growing closer to them.

"Stay there mouse! Will find a way to get to you!"

The flames danced with a menacing glow, inching closer to captain wesker and Chris as they frantically searched for a way to reach me. Panic threatened to consume me, but I forced myself to remain calm, knowing that I had to trust in their expertise to find a solution.

With a heavy heart, I nodded in acknowledgment, understanding that my safety was their priority. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for jeopardizing the mission, for confronting my uncle instead of staying with the team. As the fire raged, our communication was limited to shouts amidst the crackling flames. Wesker's voice cut through the chaos, his tone sharp and commanding. "Mouse, make sure to stay low and find a safe spot to wait. We'll find a way to reach you. Just stay put." I'm nod my head about to respond when I heard my uncle whistle again. This time growing closer. Wesker and Chris didn't hear it due to the flames and the crackling sound. I saw Chris pull out his radio and tried to communicate to me a couple of times for his glaring at it.

"Dammit!! Signals being jammed wesker!"

My heart raced as I absorbed Chris's words. The realization that my uncle was not only present but actively interfering with our communication sent a chill down my spine. The magnitude of the situation weighed heavily on me, as I understood the implications of his actions. Wesker's features hardened behind his sunglasses, his mind already working through the possible scenarios. He stepped back from the growing flames, his focus unwavering as he addressed me once more. "Mouse, we've lost contact with you. Stay hidden and be prepared for anything. We will find a way to reach you." I swallowed the knot of fear that threatened to rise in my throat, the urgency of the situation fueling my determination. I was well aware of my uncle's capabilities, his cunning nature, and the lengths he would go to achieve his twisted goals. But I had learned from Wesker, from our time together, that fear could be harnessed, weaponized even.

With my senses heightened, I crouched low, my eyes scanning my immediate surroundings for a safe place to hide and wait it out. My hand instinctively reached for the knife I kept concealed in my boot, a piece of reassurance in the face of danger. Shadows flickered around me, the crackling of the fire creating an eerie symphony of chaos. But then, a glimmer of hope emerged. Through the haze of smoke, I caught sight of a ventilation shaft tucked away in a corner. It seemed like a small opening, but it could be my ticket to safety and, eventually, a means to regroup with the team. Carefully, I moved toward the ventilation shaft, mindful of the wire traps and any other hidden dangers that might lie in wait. Struggling to see amidst the smoke and flickering flames, I activated the flashlight on my weapon, casting a dim beam ahead. The beam illuminated a path, a thread of possibility that I clung to with desperation. As I reached the ventilation shaft, I knelt down and pulled out a small toolkit, readying myself to remove the grate and squeeze through the narrow opening. It would be a tight fit, but it was my only chance to escape the escalating dangers surrounding me. As I tried to remove the grat, I heard it again… Coming from the next room. He was there. I slowly stood up, I knew I should just listen to the captain's words, I knew I should go back and stay put so they can find me, but he was right there. There was no hiding with him this close. I'd either have to deal with them or he would deal with me.

A mixture of fear, anticipation, and determination coursed through my veins as I contemplated the choices before me. The weight of my personal vendetta against my uncle bore down upon me, the desire to confront him and put an end to his reign of terror growing stronger with every passing second. But I knew that Wesker and Chris were counting on me to stay put, to prioritize the mission and my own safety. The fire roared around me, the heat intensifying, as if the flames themselves were urging me to action. I hesitated, torn between my allegiance to the team and my burning desire for justice. The sound of my uncle's whistle echoed through the corridors once more, piercing through the chaos, as if luring me into his trap. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the weapon in my trembling hands, my mind racing through the possible scenarios that lay ahead. In that moment, I made a split-second decision. I couldn't ignore the opportunity presented to me, the chance to finally confront my uncle face-to-face. Pushing aside the conflicting thoughts, I steeled myself for what lay ahead, acknowledging the risks involved. As I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly entered the room. My gun raised up. There he was leaning back against the counter as he looked at me. A smirk was heavily on his face as my gun was raised to him from across the room. I heard tooth pairs of footsteps running down the hall as I turn my head to look away from my uncle I saw Wesker and Chris towards the other end of the hall.

"Mouse!! Do not engage without--"

I was still blind and confronting my uncle, I didn't check to see if there was anyone else but him in the room. A man stepped off in the shadows and close the door. Locking it quickly to block off Wesker and Chris from me. My uncle smirked as he leaned up from the counter and took a few steps toward me. I quickly look back at him and pointed my gun at him.

"Thank you, comrade! Your service are no longer required."

He said as he pulled out a gun from his back pocket and shot the man in the head, killing him as he fell to the floor. My head snapped over to the man on the floor then back up my uncle. Keeping my weapon raised at him. He put on a fake hurt look as he lowered his gun to his side.

"Mouse! Why the hostility? It's me!"

"You don't get to call me that."

"Daaa! Come on! You're my niece! What uncle doesn't call their niece nicknames?"

I stood my ground, my eyes locked onto my uncle, refusing to let his deception sway me. The flames cast an eerie glow across the room, dancing shadows playing upon the walls. I could see the manipulative glint in his eyes, the twisted pleasure he derived from this twisted game he played. But I wouldn't let him deceive me any longer.

"Save your false pretenses," I retorted, my voice laced with an icy determination. "You lost the right to call me anything a long time ago."

He chuckled, his façade of hurt fading to reveal his true malicious nature. "Oh, my dear niece, your naivety is truly endearing. We all make sacrifices for the greater cause. I merely embraced my true purpose." his words sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the darkness that resided within him. I had seen enough of his actions and witnessed the destruction he had wrought. There was no turning back now. He put his gun away and walked around the room. His hands were behind his back.

"Did you enjoy the room back there? I didn't really have enough time to make sure the evidence was…. Salvageable but, I'm sure used to have that good memory of yours."

I kept my gun trained on him, refusing to let his attempts at manipulation affect me. Despite the chaos that surrounded us, I focused my attention solely on him, determined to stay one step ahead. "I'm not here for your games, uncle," I replied, my voice steady and resolute. He paused for just a moment to know that I laugh. "Oh, but you are! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here! I mean, you still would have come on this mission. But if you never saw that that's a red red on your desk. You would have never gone looking for me!"

My eye narrowed. "What did you mean by don't trust Wesker? If anything your one to talk about trust."

The fire crackled in the room, casting a flickering glow on our faces as the tension between us simmered. I watched him carefully, his smirk never wavering, as he continued to circle the room. The mention of Wesker had hit a nerve, and I could sense his desire to exploit any shred of doubt I might have.

"Don't trust Wesker," he echoed, his voice dripping with derision. "Oh, mouse, my dear, sweet niece, you have no idea the depths of deception that man is capable of. He's merely using you, playing with your emotions to further his own agenda." I clutched my weapon tighter, steadfast in my loyalty to Wesker. I had seen his dedication first and, and felt the unwavering support he had provided throughout our missions together. My uncle's attempt to sow doubt in my mind only reinforced my resolve. "I trust Wesker with my life," I declared, my voice ringing out with conviction. "Unlike you, he's proven his loyalty time and time again. Your words mean nothing to me." a flicker of annoyance flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composed demeanor. "Ah, but mouse, you're blind to his true nature. He's a master manipulator, always playing the long game. You're just a pawn in his grand scheme. Can't you see that?" I refused to be swayed by his words. Wesker had been my mentor, my guide. I had witnessed his dedication, his cunning, and his unwavering commitment to our cause. My uncle's attempts to discredit him only fueled my determination to prove him wrong. "I trust my instincts, uncle," I replied, my voice cutting through the air. "And they tell me that Wesker is on the right side of this fight. You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a power-hungry monster." his eyes narrowed, the veneer of control slipping for a moment. "You dare to speak to me like that? I made you who you are! Without me, you'd be nothing!" his words struck a nerve, a reminder of the twisted family ties that bound us together. I felt a surge of anger, but I held onto my composure, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on me. "I may be connected to you by blood," I retorted, my voice filled with a steely resolve, "But I refuse to let your darkness consume me. I will fight against you with everything I have, and I will make sure justice is served." his eyes glinted, a menacing smile playing at his lips. "Oh, mouse, we're connected by more than just blood."

I glared at him as I heard the faint voices of my teammates behind the locked doors. "What do you mean by that!?" I hissed out as a devilish smirk took over his face. "So… They never did tell you." he shrugged. Pulling out something from his pocket. "No matter. It seems your friends are here. Which sadly means… We are out of time." he pulled out two syringes one empty and one full of something. "We will be seeing each other again dear niece. However, before I go I will be leaving you a parting gift."

"Mouse!!"

I heard Wesker's voice behind the door as I heard someone attempting to break the lock. I turned my head to look back at the door to yell back at him when I felt my uncle inject me with the needle. My eyes widen as I saw him smirk and lean in too close to me. "маленький феникс." My vision begin to blur as he injected the other needle into me. Filling it up with my blood before letting me collapse to the floor. One moment he was standing over me. The next wesker was leaning over me with a very concerned look on his face as well as Chris who was sitting next to me.

Wesker's cool voice broke through the haze of confusion, concern lacing his words. "Mouse, can you hear me? Stay with us, we're going to get you out of here." his commanding voice filled me with a strange sense of comfort, my mind grasped onto his words as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Chris's worried expression mirrored Wesker's, his hand resting gently on my shoulder as he spoke.

"Mouse, what happened? Are you okay?" I blinked, struggling to find my voice, the dizziness and disorientation clouding my thoughts. My uncle's words echoed in my mind, a cryptic phrase that held unknown consequences. I tried to form coherent words, but my voice came out as a weak whisper. "I… I don't know… He… Injected me… Something…" My eyelids felt heavy, closing against my will as darkness threatened to claim me. But Wesker's presence, his unwavering resolve, kept me from slipping away. Wesker's sharp eyes surveyed my condition, his voice calm but urgent. "Stay with me, mouse. We'll figure this out. Chris, we need to get her out of here and back to headquarters. I need to analyze whatever that man injected her with." Chris nodded, his grip on my shoulder tightening as he helped me to my feet. "We've got you, mouse. Just hang in there." as they guided me out of the room, the chaos of the burning building faded into the background, I could hear the police sirens, the heavy rain hitting against everything, the voices of my teammates yelling out my name before everything went to black. As darkness enveloped me, I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and confusion. Images of my uncle's sinister smile replayed in my mind, his words echoing in my ears. I trusted Wesker and Chris to keep me safe, but the uncertainty of my situation left me feeling uneasy. As consciousness slipped away, my body grew heavy, succumbing to the effects of the unknown injection.

Beep……. Beep…. Beep….. Beep….. What was that….. Beep…. Sound? Beep….. It sounded like a… Beep…. Heart monitor?

"How is she?"

… Captain?

"Her vitals are stable, she should be waking up soon. The injection should be running out of her system shortly."

Beep…

"Do you know what she was injected with Birkin?"

…. Birkin?

"A large amount of propofol."

I could hear the voices floating in and out of my consciousness. The beeping sound became more distinct, gradually pulling me out of the abyss. My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself lying in a sterile hospital room. The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the chaos I remembered from before. I could still hear the heavy rain hitting the window of my room. As I slowly regained my senses, I realized that I was not alone. Wesker, standing tall and composed as ever, was at my bedside, his piercing gaze fixed on me. His voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity as he spoke. "Mouse, it's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" his words felt like a lifeline, grounding me in the present as I struggled to gather my scattered thoughts.

I mustered a weak smile and struggled to sit up, feeling a dull ache in my body. "I'm… I'm okay, I think. Just a little disoriented." Wesker nodded, his expression shifting from concern to a more determined focus. "That's to be expected. You were injected with a large dose of propofol, a powerful anesthetic. It should be wearing off soon." I hummed before I turned my head to look over at the doctor. "Who is…." I mumbled, my head still groggy. The doctor by the side spoke up, his voice gentle yet professional. "I'm Dr. Birkin. I've been monitoring your condition since you were brought in. You're in good hands here at the facility." I looked up and down at him. He had a bag that had his name on it. William Birkin, umbrella?

"You work for Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company? What are you doing here?"

Wesker said nothing as Dr. Birkin wrote things down on his clip board.

"Al and I are friends, he called me in for a favor after you were brought to Raccoon Hospital."

He didn't look up at me as he kept writing on his clipboard. I nervously glanced over at Wesker. I knew the moment I was good enough to be discharged and back at the police station. I was going to get chewed out for separating from the group.

"I was simply asked to give my own medical opinion about the situation. Since we weren't completely sure until recently what you were injected with."

He clicked his pen and put it back into his pocket. Taking a look at me then back at Wesker. "Once the other doctor comes in here and takes a look at you. You should be good to be released soon."

"Ah… T-thank you."

I looked up at Wesker again. Wesker's icy blue eyes met mine, a sense of relief evident in his gaze. His voice, as smooth as ever, resonated with a mix of concern and authority. "You gave us a scare, Mouse." he said as there was a knock on the door. Chris looked his head into the room. Looking around and them smiling as he was that I was up. "She's awake!" Wesker tch at him. "Don't yell Redfield, this is a hospital." Chris chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head approaching us. "S-sorry sir." as dr. Birkin excused himself, promising to return with an update, I focused my attention back on Wesker. His stoic facade seemed momentarily softened, but this disappeared as Chris approached me. The one lamp on in the room helps light up Chris and Wesker. The rest was lightened up by the moon that sky shining through the drops of rain hitting the window.

Chris stood by my side, a mixture of worry and relief on his face. His warm smile, a contrast to the seriousness he usually carried, melted away a layer of tension. "Mouse, I'm glad to see you're awake. You had us all worried there." his voice was gentle, grabbing my attention as I looked up at him. "I'm sorry for causing a fuss, Chris," I muttered, feeling a twinge of guilt. Wesker's voice cut through the room, his tone firm and commanding. "What matters now is that you're safe. We'll deal with the rest when you've fully recovered." I nod as Chris put his hand on my shoulder. "What about the mission? What happened to everyone else?" Wesker sighed heavily. "Everyone's fine. The rest of S.T.A.R.S got the hostages out of the building for a collapse." Chris nod his head after Wesker was about done talking. "The captain and I stayed here with you to make sure everything went okay."

I could sense a mix of relief and worry in Chris's voice. It was clear that he had been deeply concerned for my well-being. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking, my voice still weak. "Thank you, Chris, Wesker. I appreciate all you've done. But the man that attacked me--" "Got away." Wesker cut in coldly.

I blinked, taken aback by his response. The severity of the situation sunk in, and a feeling of guilt washed over me. "What? How did he escape?" Wesker's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his voice cool and calculated. "He was aided by a group of mercenaries. They seemed to have planned an elaborate escape route, and we were caught off guard." the news hit me hard, my mind racing with questions. Who were these mercenaries? And how did my uncle have connections to them? Chris's grip on my shoulder tightened, his voice filled with determination. "Don't worry, mouse. We'll find him. We won't let him get away with everything he's done." "Do… Do we know who he was?" Wesker raised an eyebrow at my question. "No, we assumed you probably had an idea with your interaction with them." I had to pretend like I didn't know who that man was. I shook my head slowly. "I don't know… I was saying something but… It's all a blur right now."

Wesker's gaze narrowed slightly, his suspicions apparently piqued. "Mouse, if you remember anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem, you need to let us know," he urged, his voice firm. I glanced between chris and Wesker, trying to keep my composure. "Of course, captain. If anything comes back to me, I'll inform you immediately." Wesker's expression softened fractionally, and he nodded. "Good. We'll need all the information we can get if we're going to put an end to this chaos." As Chris looked at me intently, concern etched on his face, a pang of guilt twisted in the pit of my stomach. I had been keeping secrets, and the weight of it all was starting to wear me down. I tried to change the topic quickly. "How… Long was I out?" "A few hours." Chris said as he pulled up a chair and sat down. "I stand guard outside as Wesker stood guard in here. He didn't leave your side for a moment." Chris said with a slight smirk on his face as I blushed.

Despite my attempts at diverting the conversation, chris' words sent a warmth spreading across my cheeks. I glanced over at Wesker, who was steadfastly avoiding making eye contact with me, his stoic facade in place. But even as he averted his gaze, I couldn't help but notice a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "I appreciate both of you looking out for me. It means a lot." there was a mix of emotions swirling within me—gratitude for their concern, but also a growing unease about the secrets I had been keeping. Chris nodded, his expression softening with reassurance. "Of course, mouse. We're a team, and we look out for each other." Chris glanced over at Wesker with a stupid look on his face. "I meeeaaan, I did offer to take his place for a few minutes so he can go get a drink or take care of anything. But he--" "That's enough, Redfield." Wesker cut him off before he could say another word. Turning his head to look away from me. Dr. Birkin and another doctor re-entered the room. Both of them held their clipboards as the other doctor smiled and Dr. Birkin just…. Had a neutral face on.

"Well, I have some good news. Based on your recent results. We would like to keep you here overnight just to make sure everything gets out of your system. As soon as tomorrow comes you're free to be the storage discharge."

Chris and I smiled as Chris raised his hand up. "I can stay the--"

"I'll be staying the night with her."

Wesker said cutting him off quickly as my head snapped over to him. The shock of Wesker's words hit me like a jolt of electricity. My eyes widened, and I tried to conceal my surprise. Wesker, staying the night with me? It was unexpected, to say the least. My heart fluttered in my chest, and a mix of hope and confusion swirled within me. Was this just a professional courtesy, or was there something more to it? But I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I needed to remain composed and focused on the mission.

Chris, on the other hand, seemed taken aback by Wesker's abrupt decision. He raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the captain's intervention. "Uh, sir, I'm perfectly capable of staying with her. You don't need to sacrifice your time." Wesker's voice held a hint of finality as he turned to face Chris, his eyes piercing through the tension. "That won't be necessary, Redfield. I'll handle it." my mind was conflicted with emotions. On one hand, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of spending the night alone with Wesker. On the other hand, I couldn't help but question his true motives. Was it a mere duty that led him to volunteer, or was there a hidden agenda? I tried to shake off the uncertainty and focused my attention on the doctors. "Thank you, doctors. I appreciate your care and consideration. I'll be in good hands with Wesker." the doctors nodded, offering words of encouragement before taking their leave.

As the room emptied, leaving only Chris, Wesker, and me, an awkward silence settled in. Chris cleared his throat, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Well, if you're in good hands, I suppose I'll head back to headquarters. Just… Take care of her, okay captain?" there was a slightly teasing note in Chris's voice as he emphasized the last two words, his eyes flickering between Wesker and me. Wesker's expression remained impassive, but his voice held a hint of amusement. "Don't worry, Redfield. I'll make sure she gets the rest she needs." Chris flashed a knowing smile, clapped Wesker on the shoulder, and left the room with a final wave.

Now alone with Wesker, I shifted uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze. I couldn't help but feel his presence, enveloping the room, and my heart raced in response. Trying to break the silence, I finally spoke. "Captain, you didn't have to stay. I'm sure I would have been fine on my own." Wesker's eyes locked on mine, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. "No, mouse. You're not just fine on your own. You're a valuable member of the team, and I intend to protect you. Besides, I believe spending some time together may offer an opportunity to discuss the case further." his words were soft, almost reassuring, yet there was an undercurrent of underlying motives.

I swallowed hard, trying to process his words and the tight knot forming in my stomach. Wesker's attention was solely focused on me, sending a thrill through my veins but also causing a wave of uncertainty. I nodded, attempting to maintain a sense of professionalism. "Of course, captain. If you think it will help, I'm open to discussing the case." Wesker's smile widened slightly, his eyes glinting beneath his sunglasses. "Good. We have a lot to unravel, mouse, and I believe your insights will be invaluable." as the night wore on, the sound of rain against the window lulled me into a sense of calmness. Wesker remained a constant presence at my side, his vigilance never wavering. I couldn't deny the fluttering in my chest, the mix of excitement and nervousness at being alone with him. As soon as Wesker knew that I was fast asleep. He got out of his chair and left the room birkin waiting just outside the door.

"Did you get the blood sample, Birkin." Wesker asked.

Birkin nodded, holding up a vial filled with a deep red substance. "I managed to retrieve a sample during her examination earlier." Wesker's expression became more focused as he observed the vial. He spoke in a low, controlled tone. "Good. We need to analyze this as soon as possible. We can't afford any more surprises." Birkin nodded in agreement, his eyes briefly darting towards Mouses's room door before returning his attention to Wesker. "I'll take this to the lab and begin the analysis right away." Wesker's gaze never left the vial, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Keep me updated on any findings, Birkin. We need to stay one step ahead." "I'll make it my top priority."

As the conversation came to an end, birkin carefully secured the vial in a protective casing before tucking it securely into his lab coat pocket. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of apprehension and excitement coursing through his veins. This experimental blood sample held the potential for groundbreaking discoveries, and he was determined to unlock its secrets.

Leaving Wesker behind, Birkin briskly walked through the sterile halls of the hospital, his footsteps echoing against the cold tile floor. Wesker watched him walk away before quietly entering Mouse's room and shutting the door. Birkin knew he needed to head to the underground laboratory to get started on the blood right away. As he head to his car he paused. Letting out a sigh as he reached for his phone and called someone."

Ring…. Ring…. Ring… Rin-click!

"William, where are you? I know Wesker called you in for a favor but it's been hours."

Birkin swallowed a bit nervously. "I'm going to be staying overnight at the lab. Something has come up." it was quiet on the other side of the phone. Followed by a sigh. "William, you know it's your night to spend wit sherrly--"

"I promise I'll do it tomorrow. Annette. As soon as I get the result back I'll head home and spend the day with her."

Annette sigh.

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you too."

He lowered the phone and hung up before getting into his car and driving away. As he reached the entrance to his spacious and well-equipped laboratory, Birkin took a moment to compose himself. Adjusting his lab coat and straightening his red tie, he pushed open the heavy double doors and stepped into the room. The familiar scent of chemicals and the hum of machinery greeted him, providing a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. With meticulous precision, Birkin prepared his workstation, arranging the necessary equipment and setting up the centrifuge to begin the analysis. His usually shaky hands moved with a newfound steadiness, fueled by his determination to unravel the secrets hidden within the blood sample. Every beep and whir of the machines harmonized with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and he soon lost himself in the task at hand. Hours turned into a blur as Birkin meticulously examined the sample, recording his findings and analyzing the data. Concentration etched deeply onto his face, he absentmindedly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes scanning the screen with unwavering focus. The thrill of discovery coursed through his veins, overpowering any feelings of exhaustion that threatened to overcome him. Suddenly, a soft chime from his computer broke the silence, signaling the completion of the analysis. Birkin's heart leaped with anticipation as he leaned closer, his eyes widening behind his thick glasses. The screen displayed a host of complex information and glowing charts, indicating a staggering transformation within the blood sample. His hands trembled slightly, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through his veins.

"Now, let's see what secrets you hold," Birkin murmured to himself, his voice filled with a sense of unquenchable curiosity. With a few keystrokes, he began to delve deeper into the extensive data before him, immersing himself further into his work. The room filled with a soft glow from the computer screen as Birkin delved deeper into the mysteries of the blood sample, unaware of the passing time and the world beyond the confines of his laboratory.

My eyes slowly opened. I could still hear the sound of the heart monitor in the rain hitting against the window. The room is star except for the moonlight coming in through the window. Wesker was sitting in a nearby chair waiting over one of the books in the room. I turned my head to one of the stands near my bed and reach out to grab the cup, it was empty. Wesker had noticed that I was up and stood up. Closing his book and setting it down before walking over to my side. "Do you want me to get you more water?" he asked as I nod my head. "Please?" my voice was slightly hoarse as I had just woken up. Wesker's gaze softened. He nodded, his eyes briefly flickering to the empty cup before returning to meet mine. "Give me a moment." he swiftly made his way out of the room and returned shortly with a filled glass of water. As he handed it to me, our fingers brushed, sending a shiver down my spine. I took a small sip, grateful for the refreshing coolness. The taste of water, for a moment, distracted me from the weight of our situation. But it didn't take long for reality to settle back in. Silence filled the room as Wesker watched over me, his presence both comforting and unnerving. He leaned against a nearby wall, his gaze fixed on mine, conveying an unspoken connection. "Thank you sir." I said before taking another sip. He nod his head as he watched me.

Wesker's icy blue eyes held a glimmer of something that I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of concern and something deeper. He seemed to be searching for something within me, as if trying to unravel the thoughts that lay beneath the surface. The intensity of his gaze made me momentarily forget about the chaos that surrounded us, focusing solely on the connection between us. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as I expressed my gratitude. "You're welcome," he replied softly, his voice holding a trace of something genuine. Wesker's usual stoic demeanor seemed to soften at that moment, revealing a side of him that I rarely had the chance to witness. His presence, though still imposing and commanding, carried a subtlety that made my heart skip a beat. Taking a step closer, Wesker's voice dropped to a low murmur, as if sharing a secret. "The doctor said that you should be fine to go to work. But I want you to take one more day away from work. Just to make sure your fully recovered from this. I'll have someone stay with you if you need it.

The concern in Wesker's voice caught me off guard. His words echoed with a level of care that I hadn't anticipated. Despite his typically stoic nature, there was a genuine worry for my well-being shining through. My heart fluttered at the thought of him going to such lengths to ensure my recovery. I met his gaze, my eyes widening slightly as I processed his request. It was unexpected, yet undeniably tempting to accept. Another day of rest wouldn't go unappreciated, considering the harrowing events we had been through. But a part of me hesitated. I didn't want to appear weak or incapable in his eyes. However, considering the trust I had in Wesker's judgment, I knew he had my best interests at heart. Swallowing the pride that threatened to override my better judgment, I nodded, my voice slightly shaky. "Thank you, captain. I… I think that would be wise." a sense of relief washed over me, knowing that I had his support. "And if someone could stay with me, it would provide an added layer of reassurance." Wesker's lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and relief. "Very well, mouse. I'll arrange for someone from the team to remain in close proximity. They will ensure your safety and provide any necessary assistance." his assurance sent a wave of comfort through me, knowing that I wouldn't have to face the next day alone.

As the room fell into a comfortable silence, I couldn't help but appreciate the depth of the trust that had formed between us. Wesker's watchful presence was both calming and unnerving, a constant reminder of how intertwined our lives had become. In the midst of chaos, he remained a steady anchor, ensuring my well-being even when the world around us was crumbling. I took another sip of water, relishing its coolness as I watched Wesker's unwavering gaze. It was a rare glimpse into the depths of his character, and it left me yearning for more. But I knew that the time for such thoughts would come later. For now, I needed to focus on my recovery. "Maybe have Chris do it? We were meant to hang out after this mission anyways." Wesker smirked. His voice slightly teasing me. "I'm not sure you understand, mouse. We want you to rest. Not to come into work with your ears ringing and a headache." a playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips as Wesker's teasing remark echoed in my ears. His voice, filled with a hint of amusement, danced with a charismatic charm that I couldn't help but be drawn to. It was a rare sight to witness this side of the imposing captain, and the glimpse into his more casual nature was intriguing. "Alright, alright, captain," I replied, a mock pout on my face as I played along. "But only because you said so." his smirk widened, his icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of satisfaction. Wesker left to refill my glass one last time before it's placing it next to me. "Now get some rest." he said.

I nodded, appreciating Wesker's insistence on rest and his attentive care. His teasing tone had lightened the atmosphere, and there was a shared understanding beneath the playful banter. As he placed the glass of water next to me, our fingers brushed again, sending a thrill through me. It was a subtle touch, but one that lingered in the air, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. "Thank you, captain," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude and a hint of anticipation. "For everything." Wesker's smile softened, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he nodded. "You're welcome, mouse," he replied, his voice carrying a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. "Rest well. I'll check in on you soon." with that, Wesker turned and made his way back to his chair and book. His presence faded into the shadows, his departure leaving me yearning for more. I settled back into the pillows, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me. The weight of the recent events still clung to my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I let the steady beat of the rain lull me into sleep. Unaware of what was about to happen to me.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 𝘖𝘴 𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘌𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘦𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘮.

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘮, 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘦.

𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯

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I am so in love with your story Deeply and Immovably So. I am heavily invested, I am a bit embarrassed to say that right as I found your story I was writing my own fic falling into the same theme of Tav and Rolan living in the tower together. I am currently rewriting my story to make sure I keep our stories different.

I guess I wanted to ask you a question, how did you mange to write a story all in one go? I tend to write in fragments and post my chapters one at a time. I guess If you could give me some advice on writing series and how you approach it?

Your amazing and can't wait for the chapter update on Friday!

I'm so glad you like the story!! :D. I'm honestly not worried about there being similarities between our fics. One key point for Rolan's character is establishing a home for his family after what happens in Elturel. On top of that, Tav (even a Balduran Tav) doesn't actually have a home that we can ever visit, so gravitating towards staying in the tower makes a lot of sense! So if that is a big part of your story and it would be strongly affected by you changing that part of it, don't feel like you must make those revisions. I'd rather you be happy with where you story is than worry about similarities like that. Regardless, I'm really excited to read your fic! If you'd like, please drop me a link when you begin posting! :)

As far as how I wrote the fic all out? I won't lie, I haven't really ever thought about my process, so when you asked, I sorta resembled Patrick (more below the image, I promise!):

That being said though, I can definitely share how I wrote the fic and how I am working with the story now, but my big rule with writing is that writers should do what works best for them--what works for me might not necessarily work for someone else. So if what works best for you is posting as you finish chapters, then absolutely do that. There are some extremely talented writers in the Rolan x Tav corner that do the same or something similar. If you haven't read @underdark-dreams's A Strand to Climb, @lemonsrosesandlavender's Sharp Teeth, or @graysparrowao3's What If Rolan Was A Companion? I highly recommend them (and not just these fics--the rest of their repertoires are delicious too!).

This is my tl;dr for my explanation below--I can be super long-winded (I'm sorry about that!!). Like I said, this is what works for me, but if you don't think these things jive with you, then do what you feel is best for you and your story. :)

Write the story out first. Don't edit until you have finished the fic.

If you run into a writing wall, work on a different scene and come back later.

While it's fun to add in details, a lot of that can be supplied during your editing/revisions stages. Worrying too much about this can bog you down when you're in the middle of writing.

Don't immediately jump into editing your story after finishing a chapter. Take anywhere from a few days to a week to let the draft sit before you work on it again.

Avoid burnout - take care of yourself and take brain breaks.

Here are the longer explanations:

Write the story out first. Don't edit until you have finished writing the fic.

I started writing the Rolan x Tav story as my NaNoWriMo project back in November and I kept working on it through December. For those who may not be familiar, NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month, and the goal is to write 50,000 words in a month. These do not have to be good words, they just have to be words on a page. So already out of the gate, I knew that, if I wrote this fic, it might not be well-written at first, but it would be a story. I had to give myself permission to write a bad draft, basically, and that is sometimes the hardest thing in the world (I am still irked by it). If you're anything like me, the thought of not having perfection on the page during a first writing pass feels awful. BUT I do sincerely believe it is why I wrote as much as I did in two months. Because I just focused on writing and not editing. And, if I could tell I was getting close to hitting a wall, I would make a note in my manuscript to come back, and then I'd keep writing the chapter. My notes are parentheses that basically say (Add more detail here), (make scene more sexy), (Review dialogue exchange). It's really weird to write down, but when I'm writing and struggling, it honestly feels like my brain is coming up against an actual wall. Basically, I'm giving myself a headache. BUT this is my warning sign to come back later, because I'm getting too lost in the weeds and I won't be happy with the end result of whatever I force out.

2. If you run into a writing wall, work on a different scene and come back later.

The rationale for coming back and working through the wall later comes from a combination of reasons: 1) From past experience, forcing myself through a block can work, but it is the most agonizing experience ever. And it is exhausting. Writing can be exhausting, that is okay. BUT, what if I force myself through the block and then I'm unhappy with the result? For me personally, pushing against a block/wall can feed into burnout. So 2) it's better to take a break and work on a part of the story that I am excited to pursue and then revisit the wall later, because 3) if you let yourself take a brain break, you're going to come back and find that the wall isn't really a wall anymore. If anything, it's a really fun idea. You just needed to come back when the lighting was different.

3. While it's fun to add in details, a lot of that can be supplied during your editing/revisions stages. Worrying too much about this can bog you down when you're in the middle of writing.

I find that, while I am in the drafting stages, I often write at a pelt. I do my best to write the first draft well, but I write so quickly that I might not pause to ask, "So what does the setting look like exactly? What color is the sky? How does the Chionthar look at this moment? What does it smell like?" Some of those details might make it in while I'm drafting, but I think that I focus in on those during editing/revision, because that is when I let myself slow down and focus on the details.

4. Don't immediately jump into editing your story after finishing a chapter. Take anywhere from a few days to a week to let the draft sit before you work on it again.

Due to how I wrote this fic, I didn't actually revisit a lot of these chapters until about a month or two later. And that has led to a combination of "Hey, this isn't too bad," to "What were you thinking??" BUT, I do sit quite firmly in the camp that taking a few days to just breathe and not immediately jumping into editing helped give me a fresh perspective. When we spend so much time working on our stories, it goes without saying that we are very close to what we are working on, and sometimes that can work against us. SO, putting some distance between yourself and the chapter in question can help you identify what needs to be cleaned up/revised when you return to it.

5. Avoid burnout - take care of yourself and take brain breaks.

In my experience, one thing that stopped me from working on long fics was burnout. For previous fanfic projects I tried to work on, all of my free time would be poured into writing, and not a lot of it would be used to relax. I would work on these stories nonstop. I would argue that this is probably why several long-form fanfictions don't get finished by several writers (and that's not even considering how school, work, and family obligations might also take a toll on your energy). The last thing you want is to feel apathetic or frustrated over the thought of working on your story, so taking the time to relax and take care of yourself. While I think having a writing habit is extremely helpful, I also think taking an evening to just relax once a week is just as nice. Typically, I start writing around 7 pm every night, and I'll wrap up around 10:30 pm - 11:00 pm. BUT, I don't do any intense work on Mondays (since that is D&D night in my house).

I hope that this helps! But again, do what you think is best for you. I'm super excited to read your fic!!! :D