#just stab me already. beat me to death. i don't care

[anarcho-masochist]

It would be so hot to keep him completely bound and in my possession. He is dangerous to keep, given that he has a chance of escaping, and if he did, it would be handing him an excuse to kill me. Isn't that exciting? Having him completely dependent on me, barely able to move, never mind fight back, available to me whenever I want him. He would have nothing other than me. Psychologically, that wouldn't be too much of a change for him. Already, he only thinks of me. Would he even want anything different?

I know he would resist. I know how much he wants me dead, and this would only increase his desire to kill me.

I can imagine him thinking of it every time I'm close to him, every time I use his bound body.

Would he figure out a way to get out? If he did, I doubt I'd last a day alive. God, I want to keep him for myself until he kills me.

[baby-tini]

hey babes, I love you ever since I first found your blog. The first post I found was the 4some with the mikeysss😭😭 girl you write so good and I always wait for your posts almost everyday. I seriously love how you write fics esp the ones with @buse tagged on it..LMFAO WE GOT DADDY ISSUES FRRRRR. THE DABI FICS!?!?! I'VE BEEN EATING THEM UP. GOOD SHIT. those dabi fics fucked the depression out of my body😭😭

Can I please make a request..it's my first time asking so I'm kinda shy lol. Can we please get abusive! Kanto Mikey x devoted reader? Like reader is so obsessed with mikey (kinda like how sanzu is to mikey) and she'd do anything and everything for him and still loves him even if he hurts her physically and emotionally.

Can I also pls request smut..😔 (I'm a slut)

I LOVE UUU!! You can js ignore my request if you don't feel like writing it, babes. Kisses . 💋💋💋

TW- Stockholm Syndrome (not from kidnapping), domestic abuse both physically and verbally, victim blaming, manipulation, controlling behaviour, Mikey is slightly yandere-ish. A/N- This made me so happy too read, in all honesty. Your so sweet babes, I love you too and I hope you adore it. Kisses 💋 You loved Mikey, more then anything. You'd do whatever he asked, whether he wanted you too kill for him or even die for him, you'd do so with no complaints, no hesitation and absolutely no second thoughts. He knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. But too be fair, you've known him since you were both twelve, you were with him through everything. You were there when his brother died, you were there when he talked about killing Kazutora after he got out of juvie, you were there for him when Draken got stabbed, you were even there when Baji died and he went crazy. Beating Kazutora almost to death before Takemichi stepped in. So, you couldn't just leave him, even if you saw the pitied looks from the... nicer members in Kanto.

You didn't really care for the pitied looks you got from his lackeys. If it wasn't coming from Mikey then it wasn't important. Mikey was everything to you, he meant more then everyone else, after Mikey took you with him, leaving Toman, he was all you had left. You truly didn't blame him for the way he treated you, he had a lot going on, it wasn't his fault. Sometimes he just needed a stress result, yeah, he hit you a little harder sometimes. But you were positive that he wasn't going too kill you, he always told you he loved you after anyway. He promised too stop for you, after last night, he promised he would never put his hands on you again, you had no reason too not believe him, sure he had little slip-ups, but no one was perfect.

You had been sitting in the room you shared with Mikey, cleaning and bandaging the bruises and cuts, Mikey had hit you a little harder last night, his lackeys pissing him off and leaving him in a irritable mood. Sure, he took out on you, but anyway you could help Mikey, you were willing too do it, nothing was too much for you, you were Mikeys, meaning you had too be strong for him. You didn't want Mikey too think that you couldn't take a couple hits from him, I mean, he could've hit you harder or even killed you. You've seen him fight, but he never did, that proved how much he loved you. Your head had snapped towards the door when you heard screaming and cries of pain. The bedroom door slamming opening open seconds later, the door knob creating a hole in the wall as Mikey Mikey sauntered in. Slamming the door so hard behind him that the frame rattled, staring you down, you could see his usually large eyes had narrowed into slits, reminding you of a cat before they attacked. His lips were curled into a deep snarl as his already black eyes got even darker, his tongue digging into his cheek as his muscles tensed up. The walk towards you was drawn out and slow as he analyzed you, when he did reach you, after what felt like tediously long hours, he grabbed you up by your hair, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip. "Are you fucking serious?!?! You dumb fucking bitch, I ask you too do one thing, one fucking thing and that's too stay away from other men and you can't even do that, huh?" The hand wrapped in your hair throws you to the floor, his heeled boot digging into your stomach as you let out a groan. Your stomach sucking in on it's self to alleviate the pressure, but his heel just dug deeper. The gurgle of pain you let out was unrecognizable to yourself as Manjiro stared you down with a dark grin, his eyes reflecting static. Those staticy eyes stare into your own teary ones, the tears flowing down your cheeks from the pain. He takes his foot off your stomach with a scoff as he steps back a bit, giving you a command as he does so. "Up." It's only one word, but the weight it holds is crushing as you struggle too stand on your own. Your arms shaking as you push yourself up off the carpet. When you do successfully get on your feet, your legs wobbling as you keep your head down. Manjiro watches, his expression bored as he tilts his head in disinterest, his eyes narrowing at your unbalance. He gives a scoff before he walks over and grabs your arm, dragging you to the bed. Sitting you down, he runs his hands through your hair and moves it behind your ears, some of your strands sticking to your wet cheeks. He uses his thumbs too wipe at the salty tears.

"You love me right?" The question comes out of his mouth quieter then you thought it would. Especially given how angry he seemed only a couple of minutes ago. But the switch his tone of voice has taken now paired with the question, has you a bit confused, your eyes questioning when you look up at him. You thought he knew, you always tell him you love him, everytime you see him. So with a quick nod of your head, you scoot closer towards him. He hums, with a small smile, twirling a strand of your hair. "Show me then, show me how much you love me." His words are still soft as he unzips his pants, popping open the button as he stands up straight. It's an immediate reaction, like someone else controlling your actions, as you reach towards his pants. Quickly replacing his hands, you pull his pants and boxers down half-way before taking his cock in your hand. Scooting completely off the bed so that you're on your knees, on the carpet, you drag your hand in slow pumps up and down his cock as you kiss at the head, as an apology for your mistake. Gliding the flat of your tongue over his slit then giving it a kiss, you hear him let out a shuddered breath. One of his hands coming down to your head and running it through your hair as he pushes the loose strands behind your neck. Taking him a little deeper down your throat, you pump the base simultaneously. A quiet geoan falls from his lips as he tightens his grip in your hair, using it too move your head a little faster. Scooting closer on your knees, you bob your head faster on his cock. Feeling his fingers twitch in your hair, he pulls you closer so that you take him in completely, his cock bulging in your throat. "You feel that shit, that's my cock in your throat." He runs a thumb over the bulge in your throat. Pushing down, he feels your throat sputter around him and he groans. He lets you pull off him and take in air. Drool slides down your tongue and chin while you cough a little. Wiping your chin as you suck in air through your teeth, straightening back up you take his cock back in your mouth again. He hums, tilting his head back and exhaling through his nose while he pets your hair. You gives a harsh suck to the tip that has his stomach flexing. Tightening your hand around the base, he groans deeply, jerking your hand, you taste the pre-cum as it hits your tongue. He tastes sweet, so sweet, you're eager for more of it. As he starts getting closer though, he starts too fuck your throat, groaning from the feel of your throat spasming and convulsing around the thickness of his cock. He grinds his hips into your mouth as his thighs tense. You can feel he's getting close, by the way he's twitching on your tongue as his hand, that's wrapped around your hair, flexes. Going from tight and painful to loose and shaky. His mouth falls open as he pants, his thighs shaking as he cums down your throat, while holding your head all the way down. Your nose touching the blonde hair as his balls sit against your chin. "Don't swallow." It's a command that he gives you, as he pulls his cock from your throat. You don't, you don't swallow, instead keeping his cum sat on your tongue, the liquid tasting sweet as you take in the taste. He tucks his cock back in, as he pulls his boxers and pants back up. Re-doing the zipper and button then pulling you up and sitting you back on the bed. "Open your mouth fo me," you do, quickly unhinging your jaw and letting your tongue slip out. The white liquid flooding your mouth, mixing with your spit on your tastebuds. He hums, using a hand too tilt your chin up, making you look at him while his cum falls closer to the back of your throat. He uses his thumb to move the cum down your tongue, wiping his cum on your lips like gloss. Then taking two fingers, his index and middle, too fuck your mouth, pressing his fingers down on your tongue he pulls them out and gives you the go-ahead too swallow. You do, letting his cum fall down your throat as he stares at your neck, watching your jugular bob at the swallow. He hums again, with a nod of his head.

"You know I hate hitting you, I only do it because you misbehave. If you listened I wouldn't have too hit you, you know that right? Pretty girl?" You nod, licking your lips in order too clean the cum from them. He taps your bottom lip with his thumb, still covered in a mix of your spit and his cum. Letting your mouth fall open again, you take in each of his fingers, cleaning them of his own essence. You smile up at him, around his fingers as his taste hits your tongue again. Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you kiss at his fingers when he pulls them back from your mouth. "But I have no problem doing so when you misbehave though, you know that better then anyone that I don't take disrespect lightly. So, when I tell you too stay away from other men, I expect you too comply. You have a part of me inside you forever when you swallowed my cum, you need too understand that you'll belong to me until you die. Is that understood?" With a quick nod of your head, he kisses your lips before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom too think about what just happened.

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere Sebastian Michaelis x Dom(?)male reader

My feelings for him caught on so I'm writing this.

Idk this just came to mind and this was from four or three years ago

One day, you wake up, your body similar to the body you had. You know you died, you saw that ‘God’ or whatever they called themselves. It looked horrific but mesmerizing but they said something along the lines of “it's a mistake” “Game she likes”. 

After arriving it seems that they were talking about your sister's favorite otome game with black butler, a popular anime after it was released for a while but some of the characters were good looking. You always felt a connection with one of the characters, Sebastian Michaelis. 

After you composed yourself, you realize your character is the soft dom butler in love and sorta obsessed with Sebastian then when the MC came and she made you realize he didn't like you, you become obsessed with the MC then one night a mysterious vampire was hungry and drained you, you died in a very tragic and painful way. 

Well you didn't want that and you realize this was months before the MC came to the manor so when you started to work, you slowly distanced yourself from Sebastian.

One day, Sebastian asked to talk to you. He was asking why you seem colder and will it affect your work performance. You, with a “did you hit your head or something” Look, questioned why he would care cause all the staff barely do they're work right and he could do it all again in a second. He then dismisses you. After that you returned to your job while slowly only asking or answering Sebastian when you needed his help or when he needed your assistance. 

Sebastian, after the conversation, questions himself ‘why did i care if he's cold to me’ ‘it didn't even affect the job?’. Later that night Sebastian asked if you liked him. You answered the truth that you used to but you decided to stop your feelings before it got too far. Little did Sebastian or you know, this little conversation would spark a wildfire. 

After a while Sebastian felt that he needed to have your attention on him again. He felt that without your attention he felt something was amiss so he decided to get your attention but it all failed with either a questioning look or other staff praising him. A month passed, the MC still had a few couple months before she arrives but just to prepare for the vampire you started to workout, guess being a “soft dom” Helped cause your strength and muscle mass increase quite fast and you suddenly was able to rip metal, you had to apologize quite a lot cause of that. (The workout was in the course of the month) 

A week later and it was your turn to go shopping in the town for snacks and delicacies that the servants and young earl Phantomhive wanted. After getting what they wanted and ordering for the rest to be sent and some to be brought later, you go and pick the thing you want and for some reason you decide getting some peroxide would be useful. After getting the rest of the items, it turns out it was already late. 

While walking to your horse you felt like someone was watching you or stalking you. You decided if it was a human you could beat them. So you went into an alley. When you look back you saw a… … … Vampire?????

Why did it arrive now??? Wasn't your death by blood drainage months later???? When the vampire attacked you, you felt nothing. Not fear, not adrenaline, nothing. After being pounced on, you felt your life flash before you eyes, the life of a butler over the course of two months. But feeling like this vampire is weak and testing that theory, you decide to pull him off and bite his neck (like "UNO REVERSE B*TCH" type of thing), after he is stunned, you grab his heart and start to rip it to shreds, somewhere in the middle you feel the heart stop beating. 

(I don't really know the other ways to kill a vampire so i just took a theory that you need to stab they're heart with a stake and make it tha even if it's not inside the body, the vampire could still live and just go off that) 

When you woke up, it was in the same room you woke everyday for the past 2 months, your room, and you didn't feel any pain. When you saw yourself in the mirror you saw a body that went from ‘soft dom’ to ‘daddy dom’ (even I'm having secondhand embarrassment). Your body used to have a layer of fat covering your abs but now you're ripped. After thinking how you got back, a memory flashed. You suddenly remember subconsciously bringing the snacks back and cleaning your clothes of any blood with the peroxide. 

Feeling nothing is wrong you decide to continue working. While working you felt that Sebastian has been acting strange, he acted like you're disgusting but also he's in love with you. You didn't know why until you saw Baldroy accidentally cut his finger and wanting to suck it up, you turned into a vampire. You decide nothing of it until that night you had a dream of the ‘God’. 

They said that it was going off course but this was more entertaining so They would let it be and both you and ‘him’ are entertaining to watch. You woke up at midnight confused. When you tried to sleep again you felt thirsty but you didn't want to drink blood like dracula style. So you decide to go to the kitchen. When you were about to go take a glass you saw on the table a red liquid, you already know what it is just by smell but your body felt like it forced itself to go by instinct and gulped it down your throat. Afterwards you felt like you could go to sleep

The next day, you wake up energized and excited so you were able to finish your job early and decided to rest. A few moments later Sebastian passed by. He decided to ask if you're a vampire and he assured you that he would harm you and you showed signs of knowing he is a demon (i think). 

After telling him, Sebastian seems to reassures himself for some reason and then says, there's a guest that comes from France and he hoped you could help the others from making a mess while he helps the young master. You didn't see why not so you helped the others but it seems before you had arrived they had already made a mess. You decided to clean up while waiting for Sebastian to show up as usually he has a plan for all this. 

Well that ended quite happily with the guest running and falling to his carriage. Though with that experience you realize your senses have quadrupled and you could hear almost half the manor if you were in front of it quite clearly if you tried. But it seems sometimes when you don't deliberately try to hear it just goes 3 meters around you clearly. Suddenly you woke up again at midnight thirsty and you saw the same cup filled with blood on the same spot. You thought nothing of it as your body just swallowed the blood like chugging a beer. 

Two months past and there is only two months left before the MC of this game arrives for a “my uncle house burned so he sent me here because your father was close to my uncle and you father owes us something in return of saving his life” quite cliche but ok. But the most surprising thing is that you have slowly fallen in love with Sebastian Michaelis over this past month for no reason!!!! Sure it could be after you turn into a vampire you stopped distancing yourself but how could your heart beat for that heartless demon TT. 

After a few days, you decide to confess as it's best to get your feeling destroyed now than later 🙃. After asking Sebastian to meet you at the kitchen, you waited for the agreed upon time and a few minutes before you saw Sebastian. When you finally said the words, you were hoping Sebastian would dump you by saying things like “a relationship between servants is not ideal for a healthy environment” Or “I'm not looking for a love life, sorry” But it shocked you, Sebastian said that he has had the same feelings for a WHILE!!!. Oh well, guess we're dating now 😬🤭. 

Though somehow your dom character made Sebastian to a sub in the relationship as you thought impossible (i just like making a canonly dom man to a sub😋😓). So he moved into your room and somehow the bed magically got bigger. 

When the day comes for the MC to arrive. You were right beside Sebastian as your relationship still stands and it's strong with Sebastian's subtle jealousy and possessiveness and young master Ciel's permission😭. When MC arrived she was different. She didn't come with a white lotus facade but she came in strong and asked for a job???? 

Afterwards,I thought she would accuse me of stealing Sebastian or something but she didn't care, all she cared about was books and doing her job. Soon she came to me to talk but she didn't sound like she despised me and somehow I accidentally told her you were reincarnated. Then she said she did as well. When we talked about what and where you’re from it turns out this world is currently a BL book and the main character is you. Though whenever she says something that hasn't happened yet you can't seem to hear or understand her. Her writing looks gibberish her words sounds messed up but she's always warning you about something. 

One day you saw her talk to Sebastian about something she knows he's doing and asking him to stop. And Sebastian laughing and telling you won't believe her and you won't even be able to hear her. You decide to ignore and continue working. Later that evening you decide to rest, the MC named Alice (i forgot to name her) meet you and told you something shocking and you were able to hear her completely

the day after you turned into a Vampire, What you didn't know was that Sebastian knew the moment a vampire got inside the house but didn't know who until you showed up to work. He was confused on how you became a vampire and disgusted by the thought of being a vampire but the moment he knew it was you, he decided not to care. That evening, after the young master was still working, Sebastian decided to read about vampires. 

Suddenly he saw a book, the book felt it was calling him. When he picked it up and read it, he saw a bold text. 

“ A VAMPIRE WILL FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH A DEMON/DEVIL IF THEY SO MUCH AS A DROP EVERY DAY FOR TWO MONTHS” (works with angels blood too~) 

Sebastian read the rest of the article saying things like “because to a vampire, a demon’s/devil's blood is like a love potion that if the two months pass, they will never truly hate the demon/devil. Angels have weaker effects because blah blah blah blah” Like being struck by lightning Sebastian knew what to do to poor you. (The “blah blah” is just what Sebastian stopped caring about).

After hearing everything, it all clicked in your head. How you suddenly liked him, how suddenly there was a cup of blood after you turned a vampire and also how suddenly you always felt drinking Sebastian's blood made you fall deeper for him but you thought nothing of it because you trusted him.

you decide to confront him but when you meet him,he was smiling, smirking, unbothered and when you saw his eyes you could think of anything else. Why were you angry, why were you enraged, what made you enraged. After a while of staring into his demonic eyes you snapped out of it. You remembered and asked Him the reason why he did this. He answered that it was because you didn't want to like him anymore so he felt something was missing so he decided to take matters into his own hands and take you for himself.

Usually you would feel betrayed but you felt nothing but affection for the person in front of you for unknown reasons. When you thought of what happened  it felt like everything was erased and written back in a way that Sebastian was seen as the perfect man out there, no flaw in his logic, no problem in his love. You felt it was right to be with him.

When you stop thinking, suddenly your body moves, you move in the direction of Sebastian. You feel the need to drink his blood. He then realizes, his blood isn't only a love potion but it's an addiction, where you can't get anywhere else. 

After Sebastian was able to shoo Alice out of the Phantomhive manor, he was delighted with the new found knowledge. He feels the rush of edging you when you disagree with him and rewarding you with his blood when you can't stop trying to drink his blood. 

He would whine and act pitiful to you, pulling your heartstring but you still lead the relationship but the only reason the relationship even last his Sebastian’s blood

After Sebastian eats Ciel’s soul, he makes a contract with you, as you still had your  soul as you didn't die from being bitten by a vampire. And so the both of you stay together with you leading and slowly falling in love with Sebastian and Sebastian getting more and more obsessed with You

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Sorry for not continuing the other story, I had a massive block and can't come up with things to continue the story. I might scratch the one I'm currently writing and re write it for the nth time

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Could you do uh some story about villain who betrayed hero but then regretted it, and hero hates his guts for it? I just want to see the world burn.

If u don't want to , that's fine, love ur writing, keep shining queen

“You…” The tears in the hero’s eyes blurred their vision and their mind alike. Their hand shook around the blade as they tried to let their own weight the work, instead of actively pushing it into the villain’s chest.

But the villain was just as determined as always, just as strong. None of them were happy about the situation. The hero saw it in their eyes.

Why did it have to come to this?

“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered and the hero could feel how their resistance weakened. Their weapon was already slicing up the villain’s suit.

For the first time, the hero didn’t have a plan. Their mind was full of rage and urged them to finish the job.

With the villain out of the picture, these feelings would go away. They would be able to sleep at night, they would be able to move on and get into a relationship. They wouldn’t dread the hours.

But they couldn’t. They couldn’t kill them, no matter how intense their pain was. They couldn’t kill this person who had shared a bed with them. Who had cared for them. Who had loved them.

Right before the blade could cut through flesh, the hero cursed and tossed it away. Tears of rage and grief ran down their cheeks and they could barely form any words as they sat on top of the villain and broke down into a million pieces.

Their tears fell onto the villain’s chest as their trembling fingers clawed at the villain’s suit. They wanted to make them suffer, they wanted to make them feel the kind of pain that they had experienced, that they were still going through.

But the hero knew violence wouldn’t ease their mind.

“Leave,” the hero said eventually. Their voice was shaking. “You have to leave.”

“Please, I am sorry. I didn’t lie about my feelings for you.” The villain’s voice was calm and calculated as so often but the hero could hear the little bit of desperation that came through.

“No, you have to leave.” The hero dried their tears with their sleeves. It was as if their heartstrings snapped. That kind of pain was completely different from all the wounds the hero was used to. Torn flesh and broken bones — all of that didn’t even come close to what they were feeling now.

“I am sorry, okay? I am sorry for lying. I’ve fallen for you, I cannot help it. I wasn’t supposed to but I did and I — I think about you and I miss you and it wasn’t supposed to be like this, okay!?” The hero shook their head.

“Leave the city,” they said. They had no other choice.

“No,” the villain said. Their eyes widened and instead of their calm demeanour, they panicked. They sat up and the hero stood up, ready to go. For the umpteenth time, their heart squeezed together until blood dropped. “I won’t leave you a second time. I don’t care if you stab me to death or poison me or beat me. I don’t care if you torture me. I won’t go. I will stay with you this time. I will make it up to you. Whatever you want. Tell me what to do and I will obey.”

“I don’t want you here,” the hero answered. “If you love me, you’ll be gone by tomorrow. You will never come back.”

“No, please.” The villain stood up and reached for the hero. Their hands found the hero’s forearms and for a second, the hero was back in their bedroom, waking up next to them. They were stitching up each other’s wounds. They were kissing at the kitchen table.

The hero pushed them away.

“You’re not welcome here anymore.”

“You know as well as I that we belong together,” the villain said. Despite the shock in their eyes, they seemingly tried to keep it together. To use reason instead of emotions. The hero cursed themselves. Even when they hated them, they knew them. They knew every single habit, every single detail. “This will haunt you.”

“You already do.” The hero paused and took one last look at the villain. “Don’t you ever come back.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Ok, but can we talk about Erin with a darling who's just sweet as pie to him? Just, every threat or insult is met with kind words and love and our boi is conflicted. On one hand, he knows they love him, on the other, please just fucking step on him he's this close to begging for it

Imagine him opening up to them and off-handedly making a self-deprecating joke when he hears a snap. The pencil in his darling's hand is crushed and the hand that once held it is now wrapped around his throat "If I hear any more of that talk about my wonderful boyfriend I might just have to beat some sense into you"

is this anything? Fuck if I know, but it was in my head and now it's in yours!

[Male Yan Bully + G.N Reader] (warnings: choking, masochism)

Erin knew he wasn't the greatest guy around.

Petty theft, belittling and fighting with his peers, and his tendency to fly off the handle for the smallest issue already gave him a poor rep with locals. Things only got worse when you came into the picture. Everything about you was the polar opposite to himself. When he insulted you upon first meeting you asked if he was feeling well. When he finally came to accept his feelings and told you the two of you were dating without any previous attempts to win you over, you just smiled and asked him where to meet him for lunch.

Threats towards yourself and others where brushed off with a laugh. They toned down once you began dating, but Erin couldn't help but press you at times out of sheer confusion that you actually seemed to be enjoying time spent with him. It's not let you had many others with him harassing anyone who gets too close, but you never complained- even liking the silence. You patched him up after every scuffle and didn't ask how the began or ended. He doesn't understand you at all, but finds it hard to function without you. He can't wrap his head around it.

"Why do you like me?"

Heart printed bandage in hand, your passive expression scrunches with worry over your boyfriend's words. You place it over his blistered knuckles. "What are you going about now, Rin? I don't just like you and you know that."

Erin chews his lips, shying away from your concerned scare. "Yea, I know, but it just makes even less since if you ask me. It's pretty common knowledge that I'm not exactly a model citizen. For Christ's sake I've been hard on you before and still am. I can't control these things about me and when I see you around other people I just.... You're probably better off with someone else.

"Soooo.. what I'm hearing is you're saying I'm not good at choosing partners?"

"Ugh- this isn't about you, Y/n. I'm trying to be serious for once. Hrk!- "

Spit and a choked string of obscenities fall from Erin's lips as a hand clasps firm around his throat. Your nails stab his beating flesh as his pulse increases. He struggles for a word, but is unable to form his lips to speak as he gasps

"Oh yes it is. If my boyfriend is doubting his position I'm obviously not doing something right. I thought loved me too Rin."

His eyes shoot to the protruding veins of your wrist as your fingers lock in place, pressing down on his trachea. He blinks away tears - broken by you even thinking you're part of the problem. You snap your fingers to regain his fleeting attention.

"Hey!- Eyes up here. It's true you could use some temper adjustments, and you think with your fist but you have a good head on your shoulders and such a big heart. I've seen it when you knocked on every door in my neighborhood because I was out sick and you forgot my address. I've felt it everytime you've kissed and held me. You're my boyfriend, Rinny. Don't make me knock some sense into you - got it?"

Erin dips his head to signal a nod. He longs to take your words to heart, but it's easier said than done with you fulfilling a fantasy he wouldn't confess to even on his death bed. He dreamt about what it would be like to have such caring hands be the cause of his destruction. He couldn't pry himself out of your grip even if he wanted to. It was better than anything this fucked mind could make up.

"Rinny~ I need words. You're gonna make me cry if you keep bullying me like this."

His heart jumps at the playful nickname. " 'm yours....promise... all yours."

Your smile returns - pressed to his cheek as you kiss his skin. "Good. Now that that's over, want some help with that?"

Erin holds his knees together, pulling his jacket over his crotch. "Shut it."

[ffxivtranslations]

Zenos Kills His Father - Retranslation

A retranslation of everything from Zenos getting his body back from Elidibus to stabbing his dad.

？？？？ : …………ハ。退屈な戦に逸るなど、「俺」とは似ても似つかぬではないか。

刀を帯びた百人隊長 : それよりも……我が友が、よもや別世界に落とされていようとは。

そこは、奴の牙を研ぐに足る場所なのだろうな？

刀を帯びた百人隊長 : 詳しく聞かせてもらおうか。皇太子ゼノス……いや、アシエン・エリディブスとやら。

ゼノスの顔を持つ男 : っ……なるほど……。さすがにこれは、想定外だったと認めよう……。人造の超える力ごときで、不滅なる者に至っていようとは。その身に宿りし魂は、君だな…… ゼノス・イェー・ガルヴァス……！

刀を帯びた百人隊長 : もはや、その名にこだわりはないが……その身体は、返してもらうぞ。仮初の身では、全力で狩りを楽しめぬ。さあ、選ぶがいい。話すか、その身体から叩き出されるか……どちらが先だ？

Zenos: ..... huh. Getting excited over a boring war, you couldn't be any more different to "me". But more importantly, to hear that my dear friend has been sent to another world. I wonder if they are finding it a worthy place to sharpen their claws. Shall I hear all about it from you? "Crown Prince Zenos".... nay, Ascian Elidibus?

Elidibus: ... I see. I admit that this wasn't something I expected. It appears that even a synthetic "Echo" was enough to make you immortal. That body holds the soul of you, Zenos yae Galvus!

Zenos: I don't really care about that name, but I'll have you give that body back to me. With this borrowed body I can't enjoy my hunt to the fullest. So, I'll let you choose. Will you speak, or will I beat you out that body? Let's see what comes first.

？？？？ : …………ガイウスか。遅いな、貴様��役目はもうないぞ。

ガイウス : うぬは……「何」だ……！

？？？？ : アシエン……と言ったほうが、救いがあったか？あの化生ならば、肉体を捨てて逃亡した。せっかく「俺」との戦いが愉しめると思ったのだが……失望だ。しかして、俺は俺の体を取り戻した……。ゼノス・イェー・ガルヴァスの魂と肉体は、

ここに再び結ばれたのだ！

Zenos: ...is that you Gaius? You're too late, there's nothing left for you to do.

Gaius: You bastard, what are you??

Zenos: If I said I was an Ascian would that have been what you wanted? That parasite already escaped by throwing away this body. Such a pity... I had wanted to try fighting with "myself". But finally, I have taken my body back... The body and soul of Zenos yae Galvus are once more together as one!

ガイウス : うぬが言葉……我が剣にて確かめてくれようッ！

ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス : 待て……ッ！今の話に……嘘はない……。

この者はゼノスであり……その肉体を使っていた、アシエン・エリディブスは……空を裂いて……逃げおおせた……。だが……ゼノス……我が愚息よ……ッ！

ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス : 生者へと返るに留まらず、この国を掌握しようなどと……分不相応な野望を、抱いたものよ……！うぬぼれるなッ！この国の使命、歴史からの真なる解放と、人の存続！貴様ごときに、背負えてかッ！！

Gaius: You bastard, I'll test the veracity of your words with my sword!

Varis: Wait! His words are not a lie... This person is Zenos... The Ascian Elidibus who was using his body tore open the sky and escaped... But Zenos! My fool of a son! Not content with returning to the living, but also trying to seize control of this country- Biting off more than you can chew- Don't flatter yourself! This country's mission, it's history of true liberation, and the survival of its people! It's impossible for someone like you to ever take on this responsibility!!

ゼノス・イェー・ガルヴァス : …………ハ。分不相応とは、己のことでは？

貴方は、始祖から継いだ国を維持するだけのことに必死だった。

ゼノス・イェー・ガルヴァス : 俺は、貴方の窮屈で退屈な思想など継ぐ気はない。ガレマール帝国を掌握するつもりもない。ただ……邪魔者を消しにきただけだ。退屈な戦、くだらぬ兵器……そんなものに、俺の獲物を、奪われてなるものか。

ヴァリス・ゾス・ガルヴァス : お前は……まさか……それだけの、ことで…………？

ゼノス・イェー・ガルヴァス : それ以外の理由などいるまい。

俺の狩りの邪魔をするならば……ことごとく死ねッ！

ゼノス・イェー・ガルヴァス : 哀れなアシエンから聞いたぞ……。ゾディアークにハイデリン……���の意志すら、創られた力に過ぎないのだと……。ならば次は、それを喰らって、殺しあおうぞ。我が友よ……！

ガイウス : ゼノス、貴様ぁぁぁぁッ！

Zenos: ...ha. You're the one who bit off more than you could chew. You were always frantic just trying to maintain this country that was passed down to you from the Founder. I have no intention of carrying on your rigid and boring ideology. I also have no intention of seizing control of the Garlemald Empire. I just... want to erase anything that gets in my way. Boring wars, stupid weapons... As if I would allow such things to take my prey from me!

Varis: You would... do this... just for that?

Zenos: What other reason could there possibly be? Everyone who gets in the way of my hunt shall die!!!!

Zenos: I heard from that pathetic Ascian that Zodiark and Hydaelyn... the will of this very planet, are nothing more than fabricated power. Therefore, the next thing I will do is consume that power, and fight to the death with you, my dear friend!!!

Gaius: Zenos, you bastaaaaaaaard!!!!!!!!!!

[darkcrowprincess]

Lunter Beauty and the Beast AU; except: Luz is the Beast; Hunter is Belle and Phillip doubles as Gaston and Belle's father.

*Luz looks like her titan form, but her face is more beastly*

The rain starts pouring when Hunter finally lays eyes on his titan beast from the bottom of the stairs. He is so happy to see her again, but happiness is so fragile when people are cruel.

"LUZ!" Hunter screams in warning, fear in his whole being at what his eyes see before him. Luz the titan beast gets distracted by Hunter. Happy to see him. "You came back!" She calls down to him from the stairs of the crumbling old tower.

Unknown, from behind his uncle comes at her with a knife. A knife he stabs quickly into her back. She screams and howls in pain at the cool sharp blade. Hunter screams with her. As if he's getting stabbed too. Their connection so deep he feels her pain. Rain beats down harder on the ground. Beating like the sounds of drums. A flash of lighting so close makes everything light up for a few seconds. He sees the cruel look on his uncles face.

"This is what comes from loving monsters Hunter, but don't worry this time I'll save you from her. I wont fail you like I failed my brother Caleb."

"Leave her alone!", screams Hunter.

Belos pulls the knife out of Luz's back. Bits of her clothes, titian fur, and blood clinging to the knife as he pull the knife out. Than quicker than you can see plunges it again into her other shoulder.

"Stop it!" Hunter screams. It echoing around the condemned parts of the castle.

Luz's titan face hisses in pain, whines coming out of her mouth. Belos grabs Luz by a horn on her head. Holding her up so he can put the bloody knife to her throat.

"Come with me now Hunter and I promise to make her death painless."

"N-no please Uncle," Hunter begs.

"Now Hunter! I wont ask again." Belos hisses cold and cruel. The sky lights up again, causing his unles face to appear monster like and cruel. He looks less like a man and more of a monster.

Hunter goes to his knees pleading and begging, "Please Uncle, don't!"

"Pathetic," Belos speaks coldly. "You'd beg on your hands a knees for this beast?!"

At that, the titan beast has come back into Luz. She is tired of this poor excuse of life treating Hunter this way. Her eyes open wide and her pupils go slit like in anger.

As if some powerful strength has sparked deep inside to help ignore the pain. Luz growls, angry and determined. "Leave him alone!" She than sinks her sharp titan teeth into his wrist. Breaking through the skin and muscle. Belos( on the consequence of being just a mortal man) yells out in pain, dropping his only weapon, his knife. It falls down into the darkness. Luz than using the last of her strength judo flips his weight over her back, than completely off of her and lets him go. Belos realizes whats happening too late. Luz using his weight to flip him out the window of the tower, and letting gravity do the rest. The last thing Belos hears on this earth is the titan saying, "I am not a beast!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Belos yell echos outside in the rain as he falls to his death. His body becoming smaller and smaller, till he disappears into the deep darkness. Never to be seen or heard from a again.

Luz stares at his form out the window. Breathing heavily. Hunter stares at her in shcok. Luz's titian eyes turn down to meet his. They hold eye contact for a few seconds. Than Luz eyes roll back into her head and she faints to the cold ground of the tower. This causes Hunter cry out in fear and finally move. 'No, no please.' Hunter thinks.

Hunter runs up the wet stone steps. Almost slipping several times. After what feels like a million years, he's at the top of the tower.

Luz is on her back, blood slowly pooling on the wet cold stone. He can already smell the blood, even as the rain drops mix into it. Turning the cruel red lighter mixed with the water. Hunter goes to her and kneels by her side. The blood staining him, yet he doesn't care. He only cares for her.

"Luz? Luz!" He carefully lifts her head onto his lap. Running his hands over her fur cheeks. She's breathing heavily. She opens her eyes a little to look up at him. Its a struggle for her to keep them open.

Hunter tries to smile at her in comfort. But its a wobbly smile. Tears mixed with rain drip down his face. "Luz!"

"H-Hunter, you came back?" Luz smiles weakly up at him.

"Of course I did! I-I promised didn't I." Hunter

Luz leans into his touch. His hands cradle her. "At least I got to see you one last time." She says that faintly, as if shes loosing the energy to speak.

"Don't say that! P-please don't say that. Just hang on!"

Why are words so hard? Hunter has so much more to say, but the words wont come. They stay stuck inside, just like everything else. He is powerless. Just like every other moment of Hunter's life. He couldn't save his parents, and now he can't save Luz. She's dying!

At that Hunter leans closer to her body blocking the rain from dripping down onto her. The iron smell of blood mixed with earthy wet rain is stronger. Gentle as can be, he leans his forhead against hers. At the touch her eyes open to stare at him. Her eyes are filled with pain but also love.

Luz than sighs, her eyes close. She stops breathing. She. Stops. Breathing.

Hunter feels as if he has gone deaf. He can't hear anything, except a long unstopping high pitch faint sound in his ears. The kind you get when your eardrumbs have popped. Hunter doesn't feel the raindrops falling on him anymore. Or smell anything. He's gone numb. The only thing he sees is his Luz. The only thing is Luz. Faintly without realizing it he says, "I love you." Its a desperate, at the brink of breaking completely confession.

******

Unknow to Hunter, Luz's yellow rose in its glass home loses its last petal. Just as Hunter says I love you the petal falls. Its falls among the other petals. Than with in the petals start glowing. A bright light. It is not the end. In fact the curse has broken.

*******

As Hunter tells Luz I love you. A bright glowing light starts to shine in her chest. It slowly grows bigger and bigger. Eventually Hunter starts to notice the light. He backs away from Luz in shock. The light sparkles and shines. Like millions of little stars hugging the she beasts form. Soon the light spreads and completely covers her.

*and that's all I have for now for this. Like literally that's all I could think of. Maybe later I can change it. But right now I'm just too frustrated with it. I'm just going to post it as is for now. Sorry*

[rudytubooty2107]

(Short Story) Chapter 1: The End of the Beginning

When they say your whole life flashes right before your eyes in the very moment before you die, I always thought it was nothing more than a load of bullshit. And yet, here I am now seeing everything I once thought as nothing more than a man's thoughts filled with nothing more than regret and superstition seeing it all unfold before my very eyes.

There I am, as just a child witnessing the end of the life of my father ebbing away at my feet by my very own hands. My father had abused my mother every day just because he felt like it. And every time she lost consciousness, he would take the rest of his rage out on me, a 7-year-old boy who was nothing more than skin and bone. He never feed us, he took all of that food for himself, and only gave me and mother enough to barely survive. Some time I wasn't sure why he even bothered. Maybe due to guilt, or maybe because he truly did love us. Who can really tell? He worked a shitty job with shitty pay living in a shitty small studio sized apartment. I can understand his feelings in a sense. No one would want to have to live their lives like that. But it gives no right to take his woes out on me, or her.

One day he took things too far. He had just got laid off of his job. Not much of surprise. He was always late to work because he was always up all night drinking until he passed out anywhere, he felt comfortable. But when he came home, it was like looking at a volcano ready to blow at any point. With no hesitation, he lunged at my mother like a man possessed by nothing more than his pure rage. Nothing was held back. I thought he had already put all of his strength into her before, but nothing could compare to what I was witnessing. I felt so helpless seeing all of this happening, feeling as though I could do nothing but watch it all unfold. It was as if I knew what was going to happen. I knew that it was going to be the last time I saw my mother. It was going to be the last time my mother draws her last breath.

Without any thought, I yelled. I don't what I yelled, maybe I just shouted at the top of my lungs. I had to do something, if nothing else, I could at the very least do that. All he did was stop for a second to look me in the eye. As if to tell me through his eyes that I was next right after her. As he went right back into beating my mother, I felt something I never felt before. I felt something gnawing at my inners, trying to claw its way out of me. I felt as though if I didn't let the beast out of me, it would eat from in the inside out. I howled to the top of my lungs, running at him like a wild animal ready to hunt, not for food but for the thrill of the kill. He easily threw me at the wall in the kitchen. As I came back to my feet I saw a knife next to me. Without hesitation I grabbed the knife hurling myself back at him stabbing him without fail. Stabbing him in the back, clawing out his eyes, cutting away at his stomach, pulling out his guts. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I didn't care. His death meant nothing to me. All it did was stain my clothes and skin red as he laid there dead on the floor bleeding out. And yet, I still felt sad. I'm still not sure why to this very day. But one thing for certain, I did all of this for her, for my mother.

And do you know what she did? She looked at me with nothing less than fear. And to make matters worse she said I killed the only man she ever loved, crying as she laid her head on his dead body. I was in shock to see how all that I did, was for her, and yet she hated me for it. Once I dropped the knife as I fell to my knees in shock at this revelation. My own mother, who loved and adored, took that same knife and stabbed me in the eye trying to kill me. She slipped from the blood on the flood from father breaking her ankle. She cried in agony crawling backwards to my father's side.

Once again, I felt something gnawing at my insides. But this felt different than it did before. Instead of feeling a raging beast, I felt something else. Something that I wouldn't understand until later on in my life. I grabbed the knife that once stabbed eye, the same knife that I used to kill my father, walking up to my mother slowly. As I looked into her eyes, I could see them filled with fear, and yet I felt absolutely nothing, nothing at all. So, I slit her throat, and then stabbed myself in the stomach, as I felt as though I couldn't live the rest of my life.

And yet I awoke cleaned of all the blood I was covered in now rapped in bandages with an old scary man standing over me missing an eye just like me. Asking me if I wanted to live, I could only think of one thing. It was the only good thing I think my father taught me from watching him everyday.

"Go fuck yourself."

So, he punched me in my only good eye, and so my new life began as the only thing I, and even this old man, knew I'd be good at, a killer.

[pink-tonic]

Peaceful Night is Gone📰

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Saturday nights are a bit lonely for me. My parents usually come back home at around midnight on Saturdays, which is different from all the other days of the week since they usually come back at around seven. The silence in the afternoon is nice, but the silence at night makes me paranoid. I always feel like something bad is going to happen. Maybe someone is going to break in, or when I walk into a room, someone will be there waiting for me. I hate the feeling.

To fill my room with noise, I started to play on my Saiko Station. The sound of the racing game fills the room, and it confronts me. The voice lines of the goofy characters keep me entertained, the sound effects of the items being used keep me engaged, and the sound of the cars makes me stay focused. Nothing else matters because at this moment, I need to beat the CPU so I can unlock one of my favorite characters. I almost reach the finish line when my focus gets interrupted. I hear a loud knock coming from the door, but to me, it sounds like someone is banging on the front door. I start to get worried.

Who could it be?

My parents have the keys to the house, and it's eleven. They shouldn't be back home until around twelve. The knocks keep coming, and my anxiety spikes up. Maybe I should answer it quickly, but I get an idea. I rush to the kitchen, and I grab a small knife. I hide it in my pocket, and I go over to the door with more confidence.

I open the door, and I'm stunned to see... him.

Ayato stands in front of me while he's holding his side. I can see that his breathing is abnormal and that he must have lost a lot of blood already. I cover my mouth, and my eyes widen at the sight.

"Ayato, what happened?" I ask him, but I'm unsure if he heard me since my hand was covering my mouth.

"Can I step inside?" He asks weakly, and I step to the side to let him in. He slowly walks in, and I try my best to help him. He takes my help, and he starts to walk down the hallway.

I close the door and lock it. I then follow him, and I see that he is on the couch. He lays down and keeps covering his wound.

"Ayato, please tell me what happened!" I practically beg him. I know that Ayato hurt me, but I can't help it. I know I shouldn't care. I'm supposed to put him behind bars, that's what I want to do! But seeing him like this makes my heart ache. I can't just let him die.

"Shidesu."

That's all that he tells me, and it all starts to make sense. I heard a rumor flying around school that Ayato joined the delinquents or was trying to join. I found it interesting since it could help me with my mission of locking him up, but now I know that won't be the case. Something must've gone wrong while he was trying to join.

"Osoro did this to you?" I keep questioning him, I hope that it really wasn't Osoro. Instead, I hope it was one of the other delinquents. But Ayato nods his head and closes his eyes.

"Ayato!" I yell out once I see him close his eyes. He must've passed out from the blood loss. I'm now left in confusion and sadness. Did Osoro really do this? I know the guy can be aggressive and all, but did he really try to stab Ayato to death?

I'm unsure of what to think, and I'm in a scary situation. I could try to heal his wound since I still have some medical supplies during the time when I had my own stab wound. But I don't know if the knife pierced anything vital. My wound was in my forearm, so there weren't any worries since it just sliced through my muscles, but Ayato is stabbed in the abdomen, and it could have gone through one of his organs.

My mind is racing fast. What should I do? Should I just wrap up the wound? But what if the knife did hit a vital organ? How much time does Ayato have? Maybe the wound isn't that deep? But how would I know that? Should I just call an ambulance? Is Ayato going to die?

I quickly pick myself up, and I run to the bathroom, and I grab the medical supplies. I open up the mirror that also doubles as a medicine cabinet. I quickly pull out the bandages, and the force of me taking it causes a few things to fall and land in the sink underneath it. I then pick up the rubbing alcohol, some cotton balls, and a toilet paper roll. I rush down the steps, and I almost fall down since I nearly missed the last two steps. I regain my balance, and I go over to Ayato.

I lift up his blood-stained shirt, and I take a look at the damage. I expected far worse since he was bleeding, and he passed out. I notice that the wound isn't deep enough for stitches, so he should be okay.

I try my best to remember the steps that Ms. Kankoshi took to heal my wound a few weeks prior. I remember it was actually easy. She would use some cotton balls and pour rubbing alcohol on them. She would gently rub it around the area of the wound. But I have to clean up the blood first.

I take some of the toilet paper roll and took some of the paper from it. I start to wipe it on the blood, and it absorbed the blood. By the time I wipe most of it up, there were marks of dried blood left on his skin. I quickly got up to wet some of the paper, and I came back to keep wiping him down. I then dried the area of the wound, and I threw the blood-stained paper on the table.

I then unscrew the cap of the plastic bottle, and I pour some of it on the cotten, and it soaked it up fast. I then gently press it against Ayato's skin. I rub the cotton ball in a circular motion, and it left a wet shine on his pale skin. When I felt that it was enough, I threw away the cotton balls that I used on the table.

I now have to place the bandages on Ayato's body. I will need to make him sit up in order to do it properly. I grab him by his arm, and I used my other arm to hold him up by his torso. I did my best to do it gently. It was a slow process, but I was eventually able to have him sitting up. I made him lean back on the couch.

I grab the white bandages, and I start to unravel them. I get close to him, and I wrap them around his abdomen. I do it carefully, and within a few minutes, everything was done.

I look at the clock above the TV, and I notice I only have twenty minutes left before my parents come back. I clean up everything, and I make sure to put it in the trash bin in my room. If I put it in the bathroom trash, my parents would notice the blood and wonder what happened.

That's one way to hide the evidence, but now I have to hide Ayato, too. I don't think he will wake up before my parents come home, so I have to put him somewhere. The idea of where to put him comes naturally.

I get to work trying to lift Ayato off of the bed. Lifting him up to make him sit wasn't hard, but taking him up the stairs is going to be much harder. I try my best to take him off the couch, and it works! But as I walk over to the stairs, I start to feel like I'm suffocating with all his weight on me.

I move slowly up the stairs, and I grip tightly onto the rail. Each step gives me hope that I can get it done, and I eventually make it to the last step. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, and I feel satisfied with my endeavor of taking Ayato up the steps. I rush to my bedroom, and I quickly place him on my bed. I take off his boots and his bloody shirt. I leave the rest of his clothes on, no matter how dirty they are. I place my blanket over him, and now I wait.

I look at my digital clock, and I only have ten minutes to spare until my parents come back. They usually check up on me right before they go to bed. I'll just hide in my closet and let Ayato be me.

I go back to playing my game, but I turn the volume down a bit so I can hear when they come back home.

Within fifteen minutes, I hear a car pull into the driveway. I turn off my console and the TV. I rush over to the closet, and I hide there. I hear the front door open and close, I hear some footsteps going up the stairs, and then I hear my door open up. I hold my breath in fear, but then I hear the door close. I hear footsteps go down the hallway, and I hear another door open and close.

I let out a deep sigh, and I get out of the closet. I walk over to Ayato, and I look at him. My eyes look over his sleeping form. I can't help but feel weird. Seeing the man I want behind bars sleeping peacefully in my bed is jarring, to say the least. I even helped tend to his wounds. Was that wrong to do? Did that go against what I want? I couldn't just leave him there on my couch with an open wound. If I did, I don't know what I would've thought of myself.

But now I'm met with another dilemma. Where do I go to sleep? I can't sleep on the couch because my parents would question why I'm there. There aren't any extra rooms, so that's out of the question. As I'm lost in my thoughts, I feel something graze my wrist. I look down, and I see that Ayato's hand is reaching out, I then move my eyes over to his face and see him looking at me. I step back at the sight of his dead looking eyes staring at me.

"You're awake!" I say quickly, and I slap my hand over my mouth since I sounded too loud for my liking. I then put my hand down, and I walk over to him.

"Where am I?" He asks me, the light from the bright moon was the only thing giving my room light. Only a small part of my room was lit up, while the rest was left in darkness. I'm sure my parents are already sleeping, so I go over to the light switch, and I turn the lights on. The lights come on with a single flick, and now my room is lit up.

Ayato lets out a small 'Oh', and I don't know if he's surprised or disappointed at the sight. He then starts to slowly get up, and I rush over to him.

"Don't move too much, please," I tell him quietly as I make my way over to him. I make him lay down again, and I place the blanket over him. The sight of seeing him tucked in bed warms my heart a little. It takes me back to a time when we would have sleepovers at each other's houses and sleep in the same bed. We - well, it was more of my idea, but I would make a pillow fort, and we would sleep inside of it together. Sometimes, we would even cuddle, but it didn't mean anything. We were only kids, and our parents found it cute.

No, I can't think of any fond memories with Ayato right now. If I think too fondly, I'll second guess my choice of sending him to jail. I have to stay focused.

I can see Ayato's hand move under the cover, and he feels the area where I bandaged. He looks up to me, and I swear I can see something in his eyes. It looks like he gained a little bit of light in his eyes. Maybe it’s just the light of the room reflecting off his eyes, nothing more.

We stay in silence. I really don't know what to do. Should I keep asking questions? Well, I need to. We can't just stay in silence until the sun comes back up.

"Where are you going to sleep?" His voice sounds a bit rough. He must be dehydrated.

"I don't know. I thought of sleeping on the floor..."

"I'll move over."

"You don't need to do that. You need the whole bed, and I doubt that it would hold both of us."

Ayato doesn't seem to care about my statement and moves over. The left side of the bed is now free, and it looks like just enough space to fit me. But do I want to? Do I want to sleep in the same bed as Ayato? I don't think he would try anything. I did help him and let him stay. Plus, there are two potential witnesses down the hallway. And there is evidence in the wastebasket that he was here.

Can I trust him?

Maybe one more time.

I turn off the light, and I walk over to the bed. I wonder what Ayato is thinking as he hears my footsteps. I can hear him shuffle from under the blanket, I walk over, and I take my place on the bed.

I sink into the familiar feeling of my bed, and I pull the blanket over my body. I look up to the ceiling, I usually face the wall when I sleep, but in this case, it would mean that I would have to look at him. I just sink into the feeling of the plush mattress, and I close my eyes.

I let sleep take over and hope that I have a dreamless sleep.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

I wake up, and I see that the sun is up. I feel a hand on my waist, and the feeling makes me jump. But then I remember what happened last night, and I relax into the feeling. This isn't some random intruder: it's Ayato. I'm unsure if that makes it better or worse.

The feeling of his hand on my waist makes me feel odd. It feels a little too intimate for me. But I'm sure he did it unintentionally. He must have done it while he was sleeping.

"Awake?" I hear Ayato ask me as he looks down at me. How long has he been awake for?

"Yeah... are you going to go home?" I look over to my digital clock, and I notice that right now my parents are gone. During this time, they usually go to the store to buy the groceries for the week.

"Yes, I'll get going."

I get out of bed, and Ayato gets out of it, too. I look through my closest and I find an extra shirt. I hand it over to him, and he takes it. We don't exchange words since he quickly puts it on and starts to leave.

I follow behind him, and I walk him over to the door. I open the door for him, and he walks straight out of it. As he's halfway down the steps, I call over to him.

"Ayato," I call out his name. It catches his attention, and he turns around, "Please, be careful. Take care of yourself."

Before he can tell me anything else, I close the door. I know I shouldn't say that, but I'll just conclude it as it being in my nature to be caring. I don't want to think about the possibility of me still caring for Ayato even after everything he did to me.

But no matter what, the thought still lingers.

Would forgiving him be okay?

[jacksoldsideblog]

Thoughts on time loops and fight club

Time loops are often used as a narrative device to push a character into having a realization about what truly matters, or have them fall in love with someone (I suppose technically a derivative of the first). Suffering be thy teacher for as long as need be. And most writers will accept and lean into the fact that endlessly repeating your days and endlessly dying is a bit horrific, would probably fuck with the psyche, probably not leave someone very healthy. But always, the character toughs it out, they make the realization, they arrange events just right, and they get on with their life supposedly objectively better.

And I think. With so much potential to break someone, what would happen if someone never left? Or, when they left the loop, it wasn't because they improved in any way, but because some aspect of their continued suffering met the arbitrary condition that was placed down upon them in the first place.

And I think about fight club. I think, what if the narrator woke up back on that plane, back on that nude beach, after pulling the trigger.

I think he'd rage. I think he'd fight Tyler right then and there, thinking it was the mistaken impulses of his brain in a fit after his self inflicted massive head trauma. Who cares that Tyler punching back feels real — that Tyler says shit that alludes to everything they went through. The narrator beats Tyler — himself — to death, probably. Or gets restrained, on the plane, and wakes up in a hospital. If he dies that first time I'd imagine it repeats a few times, and he swiftly starts thinking, instead of catharsis, maybe this is hell, and he does not realize how right he is.

Eventually he gets restrained, or can't beat himself quite as badly, Tyler stops him, I don't know — he's in the hospital, tied up, drugged. Et cetera. He thinks he finally woke up. He wonders where the bullet hole is. He sees the date and wonders how much more insane he's become. Tyler is still there. No bullet through his brains. Looking as beat the fuck up as the narrator made him. Saying, for fucks sake, realize already.

The narrator probably kills himself on purpose in that hospital.

And then he is on the plane, beach, whatever again. And Tyler looks at him, says, eternal punishment, for you or me? And laughs.

I think he'd go pretty swift into denial. Doesn't acknowledge Tyler. Knows Tyler is probably running around at night, but if he pretends, maybe he's not. Time passes. Enough time, and then it is the anniversary of him blowing his brains out, and a car hits him full throttle on the street.

He's back at the start. So is Tyler. And maybe, this takes a few times for the lesson to sink in. A few, terribly long times. Because there's a good long while between meeting Tyler and the bomb the building plans. And perhaps, Tyler starts talking to him, always unacknowledged, but less mad. Less upset with being chained in his body. Because damn if he's barely using it. Pathetic, nothing Tyler ever wanted for him, but Tyler knows he's got time now, so fine. The narrator can wait through his silly little tests. Tyler, who says he is the narrator deep down and so the narrator knows this too — Tyler says they're going to die that day that hour that minute no matter what.

And they do. He avoids cars by staying indoors, and chokes on his coffee. He sits in his room, he gets a blood clot. He lets Tyler arrange a team of space monkey doctors that he cannot think too hard about, one of them turncoats and injects air into his jugular. Another time, one stabs him. No number of guards fixes it; he gets caught in the crossfire. The one time he gets everything right, he dies in a second of increased warmth and then sheer nothingness, and wonders if it was a meteor or a nuke.

So. He can't wait it out. Tyler says, I told you so.

Tyler has been cooperative, the past few loops. Friendly. A lot like how he was when the narrator first lived at Tyler's house.

Tyler is the only other person in the loop.

So what if he's not physically real — he's the only other damn person in the loop. That makes him more real than anything else. That makes him more real than the entire repeating pointless universe.

The narrator wonders how many loops it would take for him to forget Tyler isn't real.

A smaller number, if he starts acting that way now.

He lets Tyler draw him in again. They live at Paper Street. They shoot the shit. They do stupid things, develop a fondness for graffiti, become actually good at spraypainting various presidents with their guts hanging out their asses. They go to bathhouses and have a sexual epiphany. They host fight club as an orgy. They hit so many golfballs through the windows of the factory that the owners actually bother to show up.

He goes along with Project Mayhem, aware, knowledgeable this time. They blow up the Parker Morris building and destroy the national museum. Destroy a history that is increasingly becoming nothing more than stage dressing. They bomb the credit card buildings and see that the infrastructure had back ups. Tyler says, shit. The next loop, they bomb the back ups too.

They fight, again, sometimes. It feels real. More real than when he fights other people. His body feels it all new but his mind doesn't.

Tyler kills the president. They start world war three. The narrator sleeps and dies for five cycles straight. He's on Oprah. He incorporates women into Project Mayhem and creates a nascent military state. Tyler trains his body into being able to suck its own cock. He goes entire loops without being himself, only waking up from Tyler's control because Tyler never wants to feel the murder du jour.

He loses track of time. It starts being a surprise when he dies and is back at the start. It's surprising Tyler, too. They start waking up in the psych ward, having gone to the wrong ally too soon, having burned their bridges before they had all their cards.

His brain can't handle this. It was a miracle it could handle Tyler.

He's free from history. Free from time. Free from consequences. He has chaos unimagineable locked into a tight, neat, orderly package.

He's forgetting life outside the loop. He wonders why he's even here. He dies on the streets. He freezes to death.

He kills himself in the first few minutes of 20, 30 loops in a row.

Everything is a stageplay. He feels like he's wearing squibs when he's gunned down by cops. Tyler's fists feel like the barest daydream of before. He doesn't remember before.

Tyler says, I'm not sticking around for this. And that's worse. Because then the narrator is the only one aware. He watches for signs of Tyler puppeting his body as he sleeps, vaguely remembering that being a worry sometimes. He sees nothing. Tyler is not there at the start, not there at the end.

Time blurs. The loops blur. He goes catatonic, for a while.

He's back on the beach. On the plane. Tyler is there. Tyler says, can't I be done? Isn't my purpose done? Don't you get it, I shouldn't exist. The universe can't handle it. Let me go. Please.

Tyler doesn't beg.

Please.

The time loop hasn't only worn on him.

Mayhem and freedom mean nothing. Not in a vaccuum, a scripted world he's steadily playing out all the options of. Tyler toured the world, it meant nothing.

Let me be done.

Turns out, Tyler can kill himself and it'll stick. Maybe it's because he waited long enough that the narrator doesn't remember what connects them. Maybe not. Either way, the narrator has long given up hope of that working for him.

He wakes up in the psych ward. He knows he'll be leaving soon. Back to the beach, back to the plane. He doesn't look at clocks, he doesn't let people tell him the time. He doesn't remember when. He'll be going soon. Whenever that is.

[serialkilluh1996]

☆The star's rabbit☆

Writer-Billy Loomis x actress- @yourgraveisnothere

Warnings➛: Nothing in particular. It's pretty appropriate besides a few mentions of death and murder/Written in third person

Author's note: this is specifically written for the tagged blogger above, but feel free to read it anyway. This is only a bit of a drabble as I'm having a slight break down. That being said, this may go somewhere further with a part two depending on what my mental state does.

"This script is fucking ridiculous." Ray slams the stack of paper on the coffee table, folding her arms and leaning back into the rolling office chair, sassily letting it spin the other way.

"Ray, darlin', you CANNOT keep throwin' hissy fits every time ya see somethin' in the writing you don't like," her manager, Keith, explains, scratching his goatee as he speaks in a flamboyant Australian accent.

"Well, I can't necessarily focus if he keeps rewriting it." She rolls her eyes. "Listen, honey, you are an ACT-O-RESS. You don't write. You act. Miller makes the characters, you just play them." "Keith, they don't care about Miller or his stupid movies. His last good film was 'WEREWOLF', and he didn't even put in the effort to give it a meaningful name. The only reason people even watch the shit he makes is to see ME." She spins back around, her brown-eyed gaze locking onto Keith.

"Let's just be honest. The people don't want Miller. They want me. My face is on all of the movie cases. I'm the one that brings in all the cash in this establishment, and I expect to be treated as such." She pouts, prompting Keith to release an exaggerated sigh of annoyance.

Every day, he asked himself how much more of her bullshit he could take, and everyday, he took more.

"What. What do you want." He throws his hand up, the question coming out flat like old soda. "I want Miller to use at least a penny of his brain and think of something a little more creative. My brain cannot handle another thousand rewrites before he settles on the same stupid damsel story. Why do I always have to play some needlessly ignorant stuck up bitch who spends half the movie screaming?"

"Ray, you know the gimmick. They're not going to give someone with a face like yours a meaningful story or personality." "That's because people keep letting all these old and disgusting perverts become successful writers." Ray takes another spin in her chair, giving Keith attitude he was already too irritated to deal with.

"On the contrary, Ray. I'm a very desirable and young pervert." Both Ray and Keith turn towards the direction of the shady voice, eyes landing on the beholder standing in the doorway of the lounge. He was definitely desirable. There was something mysterious about him.

He looked about 6'0" with dark eagle eyes complimented by his sharp brows. He had thin, perfectly shaped lips, almost like a doll, hiding a set of killer teeth that could ruin self esteem with even the laziest smile.

He looks like the type of guy your parents tell you to avoid, but you don't because you're simply too drawn in by his crow-like beauty to do so.

"Ah, Forgive me for my vulgar behavior. I'm William Loomis, Co-director and writer. But, please, call me Billy." He circles in on them, hands behind his back as he stares Ray down with his manic, sleepy eyes like a vulture. They look big, almost excited, if not for the dark edges underneath that gave him an eerie glare.

Without breaking eye contact, he smirks, letting that smirk turn into a devilish grin as his eyebrows raised. He leans in on her.

"You must be Ray. I've seen your movies before. Astonishing, really." He reaches out to shake her hand, in which she squints and complies, giving him her freshly manicured hand as a sign of low hostility, even though her heart was beating out of her chest.

"And your hands. They're remarkable." He compliments, to which she snatches her hand away.

"So, you're also responsible for this stupid fifth rewrite of 'STAB'? How the hell are we gonna get this damn movie out there if a group of idiots can't even finish writing it?" She yammers, now visibly maddened by the mere sight of his handsome face. Now Ray was finally face to face with one of her tormentors.

"Fifth rewrite? What? You still think we're doing that mess of a movie?" He yanks the 'STAB' script of the table, carefully ripping it to shreds in front of them, Keith looking absolutely leveled by this new turn of events.

"The fuck are you doing?" Keith asks with audible frustration. " 'STAB' is out of the picture. It was a trash movie and now it's finally going where it belongs?" Billy throws it in the garbage bin.

"After a bit of persuasion, Miller has decided to let me take matters into my own hands. We're making a new movie," Billy leans in uncomfortably close to Ray, his eyes bouncing between her and Keith. "A better movie." He chuckles, pulling back.

Ray and Keith shoot each other a look, both undeniably confused by everything.

"You're sick and tired of being the same basic ass damsel in distress. Sick of being the frightened little girl they make you pretend you are. Don't you want change, Ray? Don't you want... a twist?" He gestures with his hands, knuckles clenching with excitement, Ray raising an eyebrow at the question.

"What if, for once, you get to fight? You're a strong woman, arent you? Playing in all these movies can only make you crave a certain... violence. You start to imagine yourself in the eyes of your attacker." He walks behind her chair, tucking her black and blonde split hair behind her ear before grabbing a handful.

"You see, when you imagine this...you see yourself when you're in your attackers eyes...." he lets go of her hair, crouching down," You imagine what all these fake killers see when they chase you....." He pokes her nose. "A rabbit. A fast bunny with a cute face and quick feet.... You see the appeal. You want to feel what they feel. You want a bunny to chase, don't you? You're sick of being the prey." He pulls out a hunting knife, placing it in her hand before pressing her knuckles down to ensure she gripped it.

"You want to be a predator....don't you, Ray?" Billy asked, looking Ray dead in the eyes as he holds dearly onto her hands, making sure she can't reject the weapon that was quite obviously not one of the props. Her face heats, eyes struggling to focus on his.

Keith looks between them, standing up in a ready stance to break up anything that happens.

"That's enough." Keith says firmly. "No, no. It's fine, Keith. Tell me more about the rabbit. About my rabbit. " Ray is enamored by the look of chaos in his eyes. She knows simply by his anxious glare that shes in for some wild ideas. He gives a hearty chuckle, flashing her with his perfect set of ivory chompers.

"Let me tell you about a woman by the name of Sidney Prescott."

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[eaglefairy]

Back again after a bit of a break, absolute gem from the roommate on the title screen:

"Wow, seeing the Monado without Shulk on the title screen hits a lot different now that I know that he dies. It's like a memorial" <- she is unaware of (most of) The Horrors To Come

She then saw Fiora on her old save and said "aww, but at least Shulk will be with her" and I had a moment of absolute terror that she'd connected the dots on something I accidentally said earlier before I realized that no, she means they'll be together and dead lol

Man ok I still obviously wish I hadn't accidentally spoiled her about Shulk's death but she's still going to be in for a hell of a surprise when it happens. Just now she said that she's sure he'll die heroically and I'm like. man. I wish that his death meant something. That it was in service of a higher noble goal. But it's just senseless and everything hurts

We're wrapping up Satorl Marsh and she was like "do they explore the Giant and White Spider lore more in the next games?" and I'm like well. I have no idea how to answer that. "yeah it...gets explored"

And then she's like "yeah well it makes sense that we don't explore it too much in this game, with the war and all" and to myself I'm like "I think you'll be surprised by how much it does get explored here"

She was very appropriately grossed out by the Bionis Interior, and also she never bought that the Bionis was truly dead

She also said "we're just like microbes to them. Like the Bionis probably doesn't know or care that we exist"

Good news! We got through the Face Nemesis cutscene without her realizing that it's Fiora in there! She's too preoccupied with being shocked that the Face Mechon are, in fact, people

Roommate: "Is...is that Fiora??" Me: "...No, probably not." Roommate: "Yeah, I mean she's like dead dead. She got stabbed" Me: "Yeah, she was eviscerated"

(For the record, that totally makes up for the Shulk spoiler. I can keep a secret sometimes!)

Ehehe I convinced her that the mysterious pilot girl is "Lady Meyneth" which is! Technically correct!

This small deception is also helped by the fact that she interpreted Xord's last words as him being renamed when he became a Face. She hasn't seen that one Desiree dialogue yet, which I'm very thankful for

Oh yeah and she's raged against the High Entia for not helping in the Mechon War a few times, and I'm just thinking about how much more sense it makes that Egil would leave the High Entia relatively alone with a little more lore knowledge she'll get several tens of hours from now

lmaoooo she and Reyn asked if Sharla was going to shoot Melia with the water crystals at the same time. Same brain with her favorite character

Alvis!!! We met him!!!! She's been calling him "the man from Shulk's dreams", to which I've always responded "the man of my dreams" and she gets it now. We're both ace but she heard him say "hello there" and her heart skipped a beat lol

She didn't??? Notice???? That the High Entia have wings??????

I blithely mentioned it, assuming that she'd already noticed, but she hadn't. I feel a little bad about it now but there's not much worse I can spoil besides Shulk dying, so

And we finished off by meeting Riki, who she is delighted to have in the party permanently. Personally I'm looking forward to the middle-aged dad reveal for her reaction to it and to seeing all the sweet Riki moments again because I love him and miss him

[imfagentsworld]

The following contains spoilers of Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning part one, you have been warned.

Goodbye Mission Impossible series. Goodbye IMF team.

When I watched Dead Reckoning Part One, I was heartbroken, angry, and confused. Now a few days later, I don't have any of the above emotions, I only have infinite disappointment and feeling sorry for them, for this great series, for a group of actors who are one of the best in the world, and for those brilliant characters that the audience loves dearly.

I feel so fucking insane, How did this even occur? What the actual fuck are you doing? McQ? You're telling me this is what we've been waiting five years for?

Where is the man who can write a script with a well-conceived, plausible plot that resonates with audiences and makes them want to walk into the theater again and again? (All the people around me are saying they won't watch it again because it's heartbreaking and overlong. Box office receipts won't be low because of the dazzling stunts that will seal the mouths of people who want to give it bad reviews.)

What about not weakening one character for the sake of highlighting another?

(You mean the White Widow who became retarded to set up Grace's awesomeness? Or Ilsa, who ridiculously sacrificed her life to put Grace on the throne? The White Widow is a ruthless, highly intelligent arms dealer who trust no one. And she just casually enters a compartment with no private security. Have you forgotten how great a fighter she was in the Grand Palais in Paris? And she was instantly overpowered by a petty thief with absolutely no training. Ha, just like that. Oh, and we should thank you for interspersing a couple of giddy, goofy scenes of her, that worked. She does looked retarded and weak.

Ilsa, a world-class top agent who can kill men much stronger than her with her bare hands, who can kill Bone Doctor with a knife and beat Solomon Lane even if she's tied to a chair at first.

She's holding a sword. Using a long weapon against Gabriel's short blade. Do you have any common sense in weapons melee combat? Ilsa can cut him to pieces. But hey, don't worry, let's make Ilsa drop the long sword and spin around a couple times to get stabbed to death by Gabriel. Omg it's so smart. I don't care if Ilsa faked her death or will come back to life in MI8, you've already ruined everything.)

What about "story is king"?

（The whole movie revolves around the queen Grace and various stunts, plus the concept of AI ruling human society, and a few dry laughs. At nearly 3 hours long, it doesn't tell the story well. All the wonderful characters are completely instrumentalized. Large stretches of unnecessary dialog and stunts for the sake of stunts make the movie worse.）

Rebecca and Vanessa please don't return for the next movie, I'm shocked how you even agreed to come back to MI7? It seems like you guys think like us that they won't mess it up haphazardly. You guys exist to set someone up for greatness and your characters have been ruined. So go to a movie crew that actually values you and go work happily in a toxin free environment. I'd rather Fallout be the last in the whole series. I refuse to accept everything shown in Dead Reckoning.

You have failed to live up to the legacy and reputation that the great directors, thousands of cast and crew members have built for the series over the years. You have failed to live up to the expectations of all the IMF fans and viewers around the world. You have ruined the good characters and outstanding results you created before. You killed Ilsa and the love for this movie series in the hearts of countless audiences. That's a crime.

I wonder who will take the blame, the unknown and unrepresented Eric the old man? Or you, the man who built and destroyed everything? The cinema is dead, the last worth waiting for series is gone, and maybe that's the worst thing in this industry. Goodbye mission impossible, goodbye IMF team. When we started this journey, no one would have thought it would end this way.

[hoodienanami]

ok so I watched Pistol like a month ago and I've been obsessed about the Sex Pistols ever since and I even read a couple of books on the band and I honestly feel so sad about them. Like It's weird how social media just made up a discourse about them and they don't even care how there were so young and exploited. I'm not justifying what John became and all the stuff Sid did, but Malcolm really exploited boys that already had issues and used them.

i understand how you feel anon. i feel the same way

the older i get, the younger the Sex Pistols seem. Steve, the oldest member of the band, was 23 when they broke up in 1978. the Pistols started gigging around in 1975. they were kids and they spent some of the most formative years of their lives (age 19-24 are the years of transition from teenagehood to adulthood and therefore very crucial in a person's development) being seen as public enemy number one by a majority of the ppl in britain, the insane tabloid press that slandered them non-stop, and the government of england that straight up considered trying them for treason. btw in the 70s you could be given the death penalty if you were found guilty of treason in england

Johnny and Paul were both nearly murdered in 1977. Paul wasnt even old enough to drink in america when random ppl twice his age decided that he deserved to die for having an opinion on the monarchy that wasnt positive. they beat him with an iron rod and left him in the street. Johnny has permanent nerve damage due to being stabbed through the hand and all of his friends at the time report him becoming so traumatized by this incident that he would run in terror if he thought someone was following him or looking at him weirdly

ppl will tell you that the Sex Pistols were violent, malicious ppl. theyre dead fucking wrong. the Sex Pistols were normal kids who just wanted to play music for other kids like them. they (aside from Sid) were never violent unless they were defending themselves or friends. 99% of the violence that surrounded the band was directed AT them

Johnny, Steve, and Sid had incredibly difficult childhoods and have very obvious mental health issues (Steve is pretty open about his struggles with mental health. the other two arent bc one of them committed suicide and the other would likely rather die then go to a psychiatrist). they were thrown from the fires of child abuse, homelessness, drug abuse, and poverty into the hell that is being the media's favorite punching bags and the designated 'acceptable targets' of an entire nation

to me the Sex Pistols were the most punk out of all of the first generation British bands. bc whats more punk then a band started by an abuse survivor who stole all of his musical equipment and taught himself how to play? whats more punk then having the government of your country against you and refusing to back down? whats more punk then fighting tooth and nail for your right to say what you want even when they try to censor you time and time again? whats more punk then refusing to change who you are and what type of songs you play even when ppl want you dead for it? whats more punk then throwing a christmas party with toys and cake for the kids of striking firemen?

the image of the Sex Pistols as cartoon villains for some other more virtuous band to 'defeat' is not only completely false but its also pathetic. they were normal kids who didnt want to be famous or to be seen as the figureheads of a revolution. they wanted to play music, have fun, and shake things up so that the world would be more interesting for bored kids like them

[celemee]

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 Pairing: Male Dark Urge x Enver Gortash Rating: Mature Tags: Fluff, pre-canon, possessive behaviour, jealousy Warnings: Normalised murder, spoilers for The Dark Urge, total disregard for other people's lives and welfare, blood and gore, toxic relationship [read on aoe instead?]

Prompt 30: "Are you with me?"

It's been a long day and Enver dreams of nothing more than a peaceful bath before going over some correspondence. The patriars were especially relentless today — impossible to please and hard to get to know. He prods, keeps his eyes and ears open, but the fact is many are still an enigma to him and his spies. 

All this will get easier when he learns what makes each of them tick. Bane willing, he'd prefer that be sooner rather than later. The late nights are taking a toll. 

Frowning at his thoughts, Enver enters his bedroom only to stop dead at the doorway.

There's a severed head propped on his writing desk. Blood and brain matter slowly pooling around it.

And in his peripheral vision, something moves.

A dagger hops into the air, soon landing in Ravendras's waiting hand. The drow juggles his favourite toy in the shadows, face hidden by the dark hood he rarely goes without.

"Hey, honey," comes Ravendras's voice, all too casual for the circumstances. "How was your day?"

"Better than Saer Brandon's, I dare say. " Enver turns to inspect the head, tilting his own. Ravendras won't strike; he already would have, if that's what he wanted. 

"In fact, much better now that you're here," he adds in a placating tone. 

His beastly lover delivers death in droves, but it's never randomly distributed. There's method to his madness. Standards, even. 

But what Saer Brandon has suffered is unusual; the multiple stab marks leave him nigh unrecognisable, and Enver shudders to think how the rest of him fares. 

"I see you've been busy," he says, taking a careful step towards the drow still flipping his weapon on his bed.

Ravendras finally looks up at him, his eyes so full of hate and anger that for a horrible moment Enver worries there's no space for love there anymore. 

The drow stops the dagger acrobatics, however, and something in him softens as they stare at one another. Enver's heart skips a beat; he's captivated by the slight change. Hushed silent by the sight of his hurting lover. Every element of horror is there; he's a drow with unnatural hair. Demonic black-blue eyes. 

Bhaal must've had no idea his son would grow up into such a beauty.

The drow's face is spattered, his skin too good to be stained by the smarmy patriar's blood. Enver wants to reach out, wipe it off and nibble on the plump lips, but Ravendras's dagger hand still twitches. Even if the weapon itself now points harmlessly to the side. 

It hits him out of the blue — he knows what this is! 

"You know I would never touch another, don't you?" he soothes, takes a few steps closer. Heart pounding in his chest… thrilled at being so loved. "It's all theatre with the patriars. Persuasion before I strike fear into them. You know this."

There's a stretch of silence; they're both still as Ravendras thinks. Enver restrains himself as he so often does, even as he craves to touch. 

"I know, but I don't like it," Ravendras says at last, voice cold but the rage in his eyes dilutes as he speaks. 

Enver takes a chance, slowly approaching his beast of a lover. Settling between his open thighs. Running his hands up and down the smooth, leather-clad legs. 

"You're the only one for me," he says softly. "Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day after that."

It's funny. A whole day spent spinning lies and starting rumours, but this he actually means. 

Just when he thinks the man is placated, Ravendras’s lips turn upwards in a mockery of a smile. A cruel, angry smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. 

"Then stop flirting with other people," the drow hisses, but his hand lets go of the dagger, travelling to Enver's side. Squeezing with the tenderness he's had to learn. 

The last hiss of a cat before it succumbs to be petted, Enver realises. 

Bringing both hands to Ravendras's cheeks, Enver smiles at him. Gives the bloodstained skin a brush of his thumbs. 

"I won't make promises I can't keep." He leans in to press a kiss to the peak of Ravendras's nose. "But I promise I'll be true to you. Are you with me?" 

Ravendras closes his eyes and nods, his sigh expelling the tension out of him. His legs curl around Enver, pulling him closer. "I'm so shit at this, aren't I?" 

Enver can't help a fond chuckle. "Maybe you've got a few more things to learn. Not that I don't appreciate your passion."

Ravendras looks up at him, the corner of his lip quirking into a smile. Too tempting to resist — and Enver sees no reason for restraint. 

Kissing Ravendras never gets old, but there's only so long a human can go without breathing. Enver begins to unbutton his lover's jacket when a thought from earlier returns. 

"Care for a bath?" His lips twist into a crooked smile. "I'll make it worth your while."

"I suppose I could use one." Ravendras smiles again, dimples denting his cheeks. 

As they make their way to the bathroom, Enver pauses to lift the severed head by its hair and chucks it into the bin. The first casualty of their affair, but certainly not the last. 

He shrugs inwardly; it's but a small price to pay. 

[read more about Raven and Gortash?]

[whumpcloud]

Citrus

taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @gala1981 @whump-in-the-moonlight @ohwhumpydays @morning-star-whump

content: captivity whump, accidental trauma triggering, attempted murder of whumpee (via stabbing), fear of death, beating, dislocation, broken ribs, discussion of past child abuse (physical, belt beating), drugging

"They don't fit," Derian says, holding the jeans up with his hands.

"Just put them on," Nicolas sighs.

"Can't I have a belt?"

Nicolas sighs again. "I'm not in the fucking mood for this. And no. I don't have any belts."

"How do you not have any?"

"How is it your business?"

Derian rolls his eyes. "You know, you could've just asked me for my size."

"Can you shut the fuck up?" Nicolas slams the door of the closet shut. "I already said I'm not in the mood."

"Can you just get me a belt?" Derian spits back.

Nicolas grabs Derian by the wrist and slams him against the wall. Derian doesn't even have time to ask what the fuck before Nicolas throws him to the floor and wrenches his shoulder out of the socket again.

Something is ignited in Nicolas' eyes. Derian has finally, finally crossed the line with Nicolas, and he doesn't even know what he's done. A small part of him wants to grin and spit at Nicolas just to provoke him a little more, but it's quickly overtaken by the much bigger part of him that hears his ribs crack.

Derian cries out and tries to scramble out from underneath Nicolas, but Nicolas grabs the collar of his shirt and slams him back into the hardwood floor.

"Don't fucking move!" Nicolas snarls.

Nicolas is calm, careful, controlled. Nicolas is beating him to a pulp. Derian can't remember the man ever even punching him. Nicolas doesn't do that, but Derian's body is shuddering with the unsteady rhythm of Nicolas' fists setting deep bruises into his torso.

"S-Stop!" Derian gasps, his free hand frantically pushing at Nicolas, trying to get away. "Nicolas, p-please--!

Nicolas silences him by grabbing him by the hair and slamming his head into the wooden bed frame.

Derian's vision blurs, and he chokes, feeling the blood trickle down his skull. His chest tightens. Suffocating. Derian takes a deep breath, only to have it forced back out of him as Nicolas picks him up and throws him against the wall. It jolts Derian's useless arm and he bites his tongue so hard it bleeds.

"Stay there!"

Derian shuts his eyes and tries to breathe, slow, deep. He's fine. It hurts, but he's fine. They'll leave him alone for a few weeks while he heals from the cracked rib. He can twist this into something good for him, in his mind.

He pushes his tongue against his teeth. None are knocked out of place. They'll put his shoulder back in the socket, and give him ice, and maybe even painkillers if he's lucky. Nothing he doesn't know.

He sucks in a breath. Nicolas isn't back yet. Derian can hear yelling from downstairs. What will it be this time? A knife? He doesn't mind the knife anymore. Heals fast.

It is a knife. Nicolas slams the door open and he's clutching it in his fist. A kitchen knife. Held high. This isn't normal, this isn't-

Nicolas runs at Derian and his heart thuds in his ears.

Derian can't get up, his body is bruised and battered and he can't even think to do anything but scream as Nicolas grabs him by the shirt and tries to drive the knife into him.

"Nicolas!"

It's in his chest, half an inch of the knife is buried in Derian's ribs and he can't breathe, and everything in him is telling him to move and he knows that will make it worse. There's a knife sticking out of his chest. Ophelia's hand is curled tightly around her brother's wrist. There's a knife sticking out of his fucking chest.

"Let go," Ophelia says. Soft. "Nicolas. Don't pull it out, just let go."

Nicolas' fingers shift around the knife. Another scream sticks in Derian's parched throat and it makes his body shake.

"Can't," Nicolas breathes.

"You can," Ophelia says. "Come on."

Nicolas doesn't move, but Ophelia manages to gently pry his fingers from the handle of the knife.

"Derian, stay still," she warns. "Don't touch the knife."

Derian can only whimper in response. It doesn't hurt. Is it the fear? He can feel it. All he can feel. In the tips of his fingers. In his ribs. The knife is sticking out of his chest. Hairs standing on end.

"Breathe in," Ophelia says. "And breathe out. Just like you do with me."

Nicolas grips Ophelia's shoulders and breathes heavily, trying to follow her pattern. Breathes in. Breathes out. Derian does it too. Almost unconsciously. Rise and fall. The knife trembles.

"Go get the first aid kit and the sedatives," Ophelia says.

Nicolas nods, and stumbles out of the room. Ophelia turns to Derian. Something that isn't quite malice in her eyes.

"What did you do?" she asks.

"I d-don't know," Derian rasps. Heart thuds. Can't think. "Nnh… he… he was going to k-kill me. He was going to kill m-me."

Ophelia chews her lip. Doesn't reply. His chest. Knife sticking out. Hurts now. He brings his hand to his mouth and squeezes tightly.

"Give me your wrist." Someone is saying it but he doesn't know who. He feels a needle slip under the skin and then there's nothing.

---

He can hear Nicolas' leg bounce, because the heel of his boot hits the floor in a steady rhythm.

Derian hisses in pain before his eyes even open.

"Don't move around," Nicolas says, voice flat, controlled. "We had to stitch you up. You might rip 'em."

"You stitched…?" Derian presses his head back into the pillow. A pillow. He's lying on a bed. "Nnh. G-Get the fuck away from me."

"Don't get pissy."

"You could've killed me." Derian wants to spit it, but it comes out more like a sob. "You n-nearly fucking killed me."

"Well you're still alive, aren't you?"

"Fuck you."

"I'll rip your stitches out myself if you don't shut your goddamn mouth," Nicolas snaps.

Derian does as he's told. No strength to keep fighting. His head swims. He can feel how close Nicolas is to him and he wants to hide. Fear grips his throat like sharp nails and bruising fingers and Nicolas' citrus cologne. He was never safe, not really, but there was a net. He knew they wouldn't kill him, not yet, not without it being built up so that he was terrified before it happened. The net has been torn apart and it feels like his heartbeat under clumsy stitches.

Heel hits the floor again, again, again. Derian opens his eyes and tries to stare at the wall.

"What… happened?" Derian asks, tentatively. "Y-You just flipped out."

"It was the fucking belts." Nicolas laughs humourlessly. "Dad used to beat me with a belt. He'd make me pick one. Just get me a belt, Nick. You said it like him and I fucking lost it."

Nicolas all but growls the last two words, but something in his tone is almost apologetic. Does he regret it? Derian doubts he'd get a straight answer.

"So yeah. Guess I did almost kill you. Lucky Lia's stronger than me." Nicolas half-smiles. "Couldn't bear to lose ya, pretty boy."

Derian's seen Nicolas with his shirt off, once or twice, and wondered what the lines and indents along his back were. He never asked, of course. But getting the answer makes his slowing heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.

"He beat you?" Derian says, in a quiet voice.

"I'm not exactly in the mood to talk about it, yeah?" Nicolas replies.

Derian knows what it's like. For just a little phrase to make you forget what's happening and where you are and all you know is how badly it hurts and all he can think to say is: "I'm sorry."

Nicolas' eyes flicker upwards. "What?"

"Don't make me say it again," Derian mumbles.

Nicolas furrows his eyebrows. "What're you sorry for?"

"Setting you off like that."

"You do that to Lia all the time," Nicolas shrugs. "Why are you apologising to me?"

"B-Because, it's- it's different-!" Derian grits his teeth. "No, you're right, why the hell am I apologising to you?"

Nicolas grins. Strained, but it's a grin. "Feel bad for me for a moment there?"

"Just a moment," Derian mutters.