#like i end up waking up when i'm jumped by the monster or die or fall but then i just go 'huh' and go back to sleep immediately

[oblako]

is a dream technically a nightmare if it's objectively scary but you don't feel scared

[justmeinadaze]

Created A Monster Part 2 (Steddie X Kas Y/N)

A/N: Totally new for me here. Reader kind of takes more control in this one but I'm not calling it Sub/Dom dynamics. As someone going through some shit right now, this is kinda something I needed with the angst and their strong need to please her <3.

Enjoy!

Part 1

I can also leave it here or add another part. Up to you!

Warning: Steddie & Kas (vampire) Reader, SMUT, I read that bats give off pheromones so that was KINDA utilized here but all three here are consenting, dirty talk, boys desperate for her praise, etc. FLUFF, reader has memories of the guys that she forgot thanks to Vecna, it shows the love they had/have for each other. Memories are in black bold.

ANGST (because I'm me), she does insult them a lot through the beginning and they do what they can to make her remember them. The feels are abound. There is a cameo from the envision they have of her from part 1. She's always represented with italicized font. She mentions being hit by Vecna which makes the guys mad (rightfully!). There is a moment in the upside down near the end where Vecna expresses disappointment in her. That world is in red font. Cliffhanger ending.

Word Count: 6099

"Got you on your knees, beggin', "Mommy, please?" Girl I used to be, now she isn't me, say, "R.I.P."

Call a doctor I think I created a monster She's got a psycho inside her But I think that I kinda like her."

After removing your armor, they hastily tied you to a pillar and waited for you to wake. 

“I watched her die in my arms, Steve. I held her till she took her last breath and even then people had to drag us away from her. How is she here?”

“I don’t know. She looks different…harder. She was always a badass but…’My master sends his regards.’ What can that mean?”

“In D&D there’s a character called Kas. He’s a solider with a sword who Vecna grants eternal life and in turn he becomes his right-hand man killing Vecna’s enemies.”

 “But then why would she come after us?”

“I mean we did help take him out—”

“No, asshole. I mean why is she, Y/N, coming after us, the men she loves?”

Growling catches their attention as your eyes flutter open and you take in your surroundings. 

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie coos as he holds up his hands in surrender to show he’s not a threat. “How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine but you aren’t. As soon as I get out of here, I’m going to rip you apart.”

“Oh, well, that’s nice.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you.

“Do you know who we are?”

“Steven Harrington, the former pathetic king of Hawkins who helped hurt my master by setting him on fire and Edward Munson who helped by distracting his babies so they couldn’t protect him. Still on the run, freak?”

Their eyes darkened as they listened to you speak. This wasn’t the girl they fell in love. You would have never said things like this to them before. 

“And who are you then?”

Your body straightens as you raise your chin in defiance. 

“I am my master’s right-hand and his strongest knight. I protect him and kill any of his enemies that he asks of me.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re his bitch?”

Baring your fangs, you hiss Eddie’s way causing both men to jump back before regaining their composure.

“My master takes care of me. He saved me when I was left bleeding to death on the concrete after you and friends tried to kill me!”

“Is that what he told you? No. No, honey, that’s not what happened. You were on our side of that fight.”

“My master said you would lie.”, you growl.

“HE killed you, Y/N. Him and his ‘babies’.”, the metalhead responded in an equally angry tone. “You were supposed to come back with us but you sacrificed yourself by distracting those things. THEY pinned you down and THEY bit into you. You died in my arms, sweetheart. How can you not remember this? I was fucking screaming at you—”

“Y/n! No, no, no, no, no. Stay with me, baby. Don’t you fucking close those beautiful eyes. Henderson! Go get Steve. Fucking hurry!”

“Be nice, a-asshole.”, you try to chuckle. “Eddie…I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, ok? I’m right here and Steve is on his way. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. I just need you to keep talking with me.”

“I lo-ove you both…so much.”

“Hey, don’t you do that. Don’t fucking tell me goodbye!”

“It’s not goodbye… it’s—”

“…See you later.”

When you cut off Eddie’s story, his eyes locked with yours and for just a moment he saw the old you reflecting back within them. Their tiny victory was short lived however when your features hardened once more and you spit in their direction. 

“Let me go now and I promise to kill you quickly.”

“What should we do?”, Steve asked his friend, ignoring your threat. “We can’t tell the others about her because then they may want to kill her.”

“Maybe we can take turns watching her and talking to her? Get her to remember who she is.”

“And what if that’s a lost cause?”

Both men glanced your way as you tried to pull out of your binds.

“Then…we kill her.”

####################

While Steve laid in bed, he stared at the ceiling above completely unable to sleep as the events of the night you died run through his mind. 

He, Nancy, and Robin ran to where Eddie was clutching your limp body to his chest as he sobbed. 

“No! NO! What happened?!”, Steve screamed as he slid to his friend’s side. 

“She didn’t come through with us when we went back through the gate. She stayed behind to distract the bats and fight.”

“O-Ok. Ok, um, need to get her…get her to a…a hospital.”

“Steve—”

“NO!”, he shouted cutting Robin off as he reached over to pry you from the metalhead’s grasp. Dustin placed his hand on his shoulder when it took him a moment to let you go. “Honey?” His voice cracked when he felt how cold your skin was as he cupped your cheek in his palm. “Y/N, come back, baby. We won. We beat him. Vecna’s gone. We-We can go home.”

When your body remained lifeless in his arms, he desperately shook you.

“WAKE UP, Y/N! PLEASE!”

The realm around them began to quake almost knocking them off their feet. 

“We need to go NOW!”, Nancy instructed. 

“Ok, we-we need to lift her and—”

“We can’t Steve. We’ll barely be able to get Dustin back through and—”

“I’M NOT LEAVING HER HERE!”

“Neither am I.”, Eddie growled angrily at the thought. 

“I don’t blame you for having to leave me behind.”, the vision of you coos softly from beside him. “Maybe if you hadn’t I wouldn’t be in the living room right now.”

“That’s not you.”, Steve whispered. “Whoever that is, is what Vecna made her to be.”

“Hm. That’s one way to look at it. What if a version of me was hidden there the whole time and you didn’t know.”

“Please. The girl we knew would never let anyone tell her what to do.”

“Oh wow. Is little Stevie disappointed?” When he rolled away from you, your light laugh echoed in his ears. “You always did like those nights when I took control, didn’t you?”

***

“He’s talking to himself in there.”, you say sarcastically to the metalhead sitting on the counter in front of you strumming his guitar. 

“Yeah…he does that. He’s actually talk to you; a version of you.”

“Hm. We’ll that’s pathetic.” When he doesn’t respond or react to your words, your try to pull at your binds to no avail. “Do you also talk to a figment of your imagination?”

“Sometimes but I go to your grave to do that so I seem less insane.”, Eddie sighs as he readjusts his instrument. 

When his fingers start making a melody, you freeze as you listen to the notes. 

“I know that.”

A small smirk paints his lips as he plays a bit louder but softly murmurs some lyrics. 

“In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt, I'm after you Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd And I'm hungry like the wolf.”

“You always loved that song. I would tease you because you would stop anything you were doing to watch the music video if it came on.”, he chuckles at the memory. 

“It was the fedora hats. Gave off this Indiana Jones vibe I always found attractive.”, the image of you beside Eddie laughed along with him. 

“We surprised you once by buying the outfits they wear and dressing like the band for Halloween. You felt bad because you thought we should all match so we ran to the corner store and bought you this headband with ears and a tail you could clip to your jeans. As soon as we stepped outside you howled real loud like a wolf.”

Eddie’s head hung at the memory, desperately missing those times when you made him unbelievably happy. 

“Baby, it’s ok to have hope that you can bring me back. You know it will kill you if you both don’t try.”, you try to soothe as you step closer to him. “It also ok if I don’t but you accept this new…powerful…stronger…sexier version of me.”

The metalhead snorts out another laugh as he glances towards the chained-up version of you to find your black eyes watching him curiously. 

“Oh come on. I know the armor and attitude got you all riled up.”

“Am I turning you on, freak, or the imaginary friend you both talk to?” A wide toothy smile stretched across your face as you inhaled through your nose. “The other asshole is turned on to if it makes you feel better.”

Eddie listened to you manically laugh as he jumped down from the counter so his friend could take over watching you. He couldn’t handle your snarky attitude anymore. 

#################

“Hey, man. You alright?”, Steve asked as his best friend sleepily came down the hallway rubbing his eyes. 

“Yeah. I think I slept for like a total of 20 minutes.” Eddie’s gaze shifts to your sleeping frame that was now sitting on the floor with your head resting on your shoulder. “When did she knock out?”

“Um, around 6am. I was going to ask you; it seems like she’s a vampire like you said. She has the fangs and hates the sun.”

“Hm and the silver chains seem to be keeping her in place. She’s probably going to be hungry soon. I wonder how she eats. I mean it’s not like Vecna is the kind of asshole to give her blood.”

“Ed…she’s killed a lot of people, remember?”

“Steve?”

The sound of you calling out the man’s name grabbed their attention as the metalhead slowly stepped closer to you. Your eyes were still closed but your breathing had gotten shallow as your head lolled to the other side. 

“Y/N?”

“Steve…Eddie’s…missing…”

The former jock’s eyes widened at your words as the memory flashed through his mind. 

“STEVE! Did you see—”

“Yeah, baby, I did.”, he pants out as he runs around the Family Video counter to take you in his arms. 

“Eddie’s missing! We have to find him! He’s probably terrified and panicking.”

“He’s probably at another friend’s house.”, Robin suggested. “Do you know who else he could be with?”

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m not missing anymore. You found me…you always did.”, he cooed. 

His ringed hand shook as he slowly reached for your cheek, breathing a heavy sigh of pleasure when his thumb caressed your cool skin. 

A low rumble left your chest and he promptly retracted when your eyes snapped open. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“You were having a memory.”

“One of your lies imprinted in my brain!”

Steve angerly kicked one of the lower cabinets before leaning against the counter. A thought crossed his mind and you both watched him as he ran to the tv, searching through the plethora of VHS’s before finding what he wanted. 

Standing back, he pushed a button on the remote and the sound of your laugh echoed through the apartment.

“Steve! I’m going to laugh if we play this back and you’ve been filming the wall the whole time!”

“Honey, the lens is pointing at us. How would it capture the wall?!”

“Here, maybe, if we squeeze closer together…”

“Eddie! You’re crushing my ribs!”, you whine as the metalhead pushes you three closer together. 

Their eyes scan you over as you watch the video in front of you and your whole demeanor softened. 

“You guys are so dumb.”, you giggle and sigh. 

“Yeah but you still love us.”

“Damn right.”, you coo as you tilt up to kiss Steve’s lips. “So why did you spend money on this bulky thing?”

“Because…a few years from now when we’re married and have our six to ten kids…” The boy smiled when you rolled your eyes and your palm reached up to pet Eddie’s curls as he laughed into your shoulder. “… we can look back on this and remember. Remember a time when we were done fighting monsters and villains. A time before I became some awesome businessman working with Robin and making a ton of money.”

“A time before I became a fucking rockstar and women were screaming my name.”

“Oh my god, Ed.”, you laugh before he grips your chin and turns you towards him. 

“I’m sure even then all I hear is you.”, Eddie smiles as he kisses your lips. “What about you, sweetheart? What will you be doing?”

You softly grin as you pull them closer. 

“I don’t know yet but as long as I’m with you two I know I’ll be happy.”

“…I know I’ll be happy.”

When your words echoed alongside the ones in the video, another pang of hope pierced their hearts. 

“Did we fake that? Or imprint the idea in your head?”, Steve asked trying to hide the pleading in his tone. “You loved us and we loved you.”

“So much.”, Eddie added. “Still do, baby.”

A tear fell down your cheek as your eyes stared into a void, fleeting subtly from left to right as if you were sifting through your brain trying to decipher what was real. 

“Leave me alone.”, you commanded in a soft tone as you hung your head. 

Nodding, they did what you ask, surprising even you when they didn’t try to argue back.

***

“Ed! Wake up, man. Something’s wrong.”

Eddie’s head shot up from the chair he had fallen asleep on as his friend began to shake him. 

“Wha--? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know. She’s really clammy and growling.”

Without hesitation, he headed your way and carefully took you in. Your eyes were now fully black as your head leaned back against the wall and you panted heavily. Your shirt was damp against your chest as sweat fell from your temple and your stomach rumbled. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

When you didn’t answer, he stepped forward before abruptly pausing when you hissed his way. 

“Hungry.”

“O-Ok. Um, what do you eat? Do need blood?” As he began taking off his bracelets and rings, Steve grabbed his shoulder to stop him. “She needs to eat or she’ll die, Steve.”

“What if she kills you?”

“Then she kills me. I lost her once; I’m not losing her again.”

You blinked as you listened to them speak in such absolutes about you. Your master told you that they were vile, selfish men who left you for dead to save themselves. But then why were they offering to feed you? Why were they trying so hard to keep you around?

“Here, sweetheart, take what you need.” When he noticed you looking at the scars on his wrist, Eddie lightly chuckled. “My, uh, beauty wound.”

“I…have them…to.”

“Yeah.”, he sighed. “I tried to save you but those little fuckers were everywhere. They got me pinned before I could get to you but, um, thankfully Steve saved the day.”

“Y/N! Y/N, I’m coming, princess. Fuck! Let me—ugh!—let me go!”

You shook out his voice screaming inside your head as pain shot through your body and you growled. 

“Shit. Ok, come on, Y/N. Go ahead and eat.”, the metalhead instructed as he placed his wrist by your lips. His scent wafted into your nose as another memory filled your brain. 

“The fuck are you doing you, weirdo?”, Eddie teases when he feels you inhale and nuzzle into his neck while you were straddling his lap as he tried to read. 

“I like the way you smell.”

He cackles through his teeth making you smile as you hug him tighter. 

“I smell disgusting. I haven’t showered in like three days and you know I smoke like a chimney.”

Tilting back, you tenderly kiss his lips. 

“Its YOU. I love the way YOU smell.”

While you were lost in your head, Eddie couldn’t help but caress your cheek and to his pleasure you turned into his palm. 

Suddenly, your teeth sunk into his flesh making him wince as the other boy stepped forward before he held up his free hand to stop him. As you drained his blood his chocolate eyes flutter closed as he groaned, falling towards you as his palm shot out to catch himself against the wall. 

“Talk to me, Munson.”

When his friend didn’t respond, Steve swiftly jumped into action, yanking him from you so hard he fell to the floor. You loudly growled at the action, your wings expanding as you push forward and broke the chain around you. Tackling him to the ground, he did his best to fight against you but you were stronger as your fangs sunk into his neck. 

The former jock’s fight slowly left him as his panicked whimpers were replaced with hefty groans of need as his fingers reached up to lace in your hair. 

“Ok, now look.”

As you slowly open your eyes and see your reflection in the mirror, you let out a loud “HA!” as you cover your mouth to stifle the rest from escaping.  

“What?! You don’t like it?”, Steve teases with a big grin as his large hand lightly pats your floofy hair being held up currently by a ton of hairspray. “You said you wanted to look like Madonna in that one video and for some reason trusted me to accomplish that.”

“I just thought that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington would have some knowledge into hair.”

“Well, honey that was your mistake, not mine.” The boy’s laugh echoes through his always empty home as you gently hit his arm and he falls onto his back bringing you with him. “I still think you look beautiful.”

Your smile grows as you kiss his lips and he wraps his arms around you. 

“Eddie’s gonna have a field day though.”

“What?”, Steve asked breathlessly as he cupped your cheeks. “Keep going, baby. T-Take it. Take it all if you need to.”

At his words, a bunch of memories flash through your mind at once, overloading your brain as you tumble backwards on to the floor. 

“Whoa! What’s going on, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked as he hastily slid to your side. 

“I guess, um, we’re lab partners today?”, Steve forces a smile as he extends his hand to you. “I’m Steve Harrington.”

Eddie cautiously hands you a cigarette as he eyes you up and down as you both lean against the brick wall. “I’m Eddie…Eddie Munson. What’s your name?”

“Christ, I suck at this. The last person I said this to didn’t feel the same but…I don’t know…It’s just different…with you. What I’m trying to say, Y/N, is…I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart, so much. I never thought I’d ever feel this way about anyone.”

“STEVE! Oh my God! Are you alright? When you got pulled under again I got so scared. Oh, fuck you’re bleeding. Nancy, do you have anything we can wrap around him?”

“I’m buying you more time. Don’t worry, Eddie, you can spank me after we finish this.”

“Y/N! No! Baby, please! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N.” 

Both men covered their ear as you tilted your head back and screamed. Before either of them could do anything about it, your wings expanded and you flew out the window.

#################

“What happened?”, Dustin asked after Eddie silently opened their front door and he saw their destroyed apartment. “We, um, Mike, Nancy, Robin, and I have been trying to call you guys these past couple of days. Did something happen? Someone break in?”

“No…nothing happened.”, the metalhead responded sullenly as he threw himself down on the couch. 

The young boy’s eyes flicked to Steve who was seemingly fuming as he paced back and forth in their kitchen.

“Did you get cut?”, Dustin inquired as he gestured towards his friend’s neck. 

“She has to come back. We know she’ll come back. She’ll remember. She’ll remember. She’ll remember.”

“Ok, no. Something’s not right! Now tell me or—”

“Or what?”, the former jock snapped. “Or WHAT, Henderson?!” Thrown off guard by his tone, Dustin slowly backed towards the door as his friend stalked his way. “Nothing then? Didn’t think so.” After lightly shoving the boy’s chest, he slammed the door and went back into the kitchen to pace. 

“That was rude.”, the vision of you scolded.

“Fuck OFF.”

“Oooo Mr. Harrington… are you…needy?”, you cackle mockingly as he glares your way. “Hmmm. Who would have thought you were into biting?”

“I’m not…you…you did something…”

“Who? Vampire Kas me? Ha! To be fair, it’s been, what, five months since either of you have gotten any? Feeling me on your lap again probably kick started your cock, you bad boy.”

The sound of glass shatters loudly as Steve throws a plate against the wall towards the vision of you. 

“Would you calm the fuck down!?”, Eddie shouts. 

“Fuck you!! Fuck everybody!”

The metalhead rises to his feet and stomps towards his friend before shoving his chest. 

“I feel it to but you don’t see me screaming at hallucinations and throwing shit!”

“Ugh! What did she do, Munson?!”

“She’s a fucking vampire now, right? Bats give off pheromones… Don’t look at me like that, Harrington! I don’t see you coming up with anything better!”

As night fell, they did everything they could to distract themselves but images of you constantly clouded their mind way more than before. They barely even heard it when your feet landed on the tile in the kitchen and your wings retracted. 

When their eyes landed on you, they thought they were envisioning you again. Your hair was laying down against your shoulders along a clean white tank top with matching shorts. Slowly, you tip toed to the couch where Eddie was laying drenched in sweat. Silently, you grabbed the back of his hand and place his palm against your cheek as you keened into the feeling. 

When his eyes found yours, his eyebrows knitted together as he pushed up on his elbow and his thumb ran along the purple bruise under your eye. 

“What happened, princess?”

Steve crawled from his place on the floor near the hallway till he was right beside you both and used his fingers to brush your hair behind your ear.

“Did I do that? Did we…?”

You shook your head as your gaze averted from theirs. 

“I…I asked my master…too many questions…”

The boy growled as he forced himself to his feet and stumbled towards the sword he had defeated you with on the ground. 

“I helped kill that fucker once, I can do it again.” 

Steve blinked in surprise when you were suddenly in front of him, gently prying the weapon from his hand. As he fell back against the wall, you fell into him and he limply circled his arms around you. 

“I’m sorry, honey. We’re not all…all here…”

Tenderly grabbing his hands, you placed them higher up your back before the sound of your wings expanding filled the apartment causing Eddie to roll off the couch and stagger your way. 

“No, NO, sweetheart, please…don’t go…”

Shaking your head, you place him beside his friend and lightly flap your wings their way. That feeling of need washed over them again causing both men to groan. 

“You were too close.”, you say as you gesture behind you. “It’s meant for enemies…to defuse a situation…I panicked…too many memories.”, you whisper sullenly. 

The metalhead tugs on your wrist, bringing you to him as he pushes your head against him. When your lips pressed against one of his tattoos, he practically melted, moaning at the action. Steve followed with a mewl of his own when your hand reached out to run along the hair that was sticking to his sweaty chest. 

A prominent whine escaped them as you took a few steps back with Eddie falling to his knees and crawling as he tried remaining as close to you as possible. Your eyelids fluttered as his lips trailed from your feet, along your calf, and up your thigh till he reached your stomach. 

After petting the long-haired boy’s head, you sauntered past them both down the hallway, pausing to beckon them with your finger and both men immediately follow. Laying down on the bed, they kiss and run their tongues along any part of your skin they can reach from your neck to the tips of your fingers.

Each pant and heavy whimper that left their mouths knocked something loose in your mind that turned you on more and more. 

“That’s it, Eddie, baby. Harder, please.”

“Fuck, Steve, I can feel you in my stomach.”

“Oh my God, pretty girl. You’re so fucking tight. You take us both so well.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my cock just like that.”

Lightly guiding his head with your fingers in his hair, you maneuvered Steve between your legs and helped him pull down your shorts while Eddie did the same with your top. 

The metalhead promptly latched onto your tit as the pretty boy pressed gentle kisses against your pussy lips till his tongue licked a long stripe through your folds. 

“Oh fuck, honey. I-I never thought I’d be able to taste you again. Still so fucking sweet.”

As his face fell back in your cunt and his mouth wrapped around your clit, your fingers softly played with his hair.

“That’s it, Steve. Such a good boy for me making me feel so good.”

Jealousy coursed through Eddie at the encouragement, desperately wanting it as well. Rings dug into your flesh as the long-haired boy sucked and nibbled on your breast a bit harder causing your back to arch into the man below. 

“Aw—mmm—does Eddie need some attention to? Fuck, your both gonna make me cum.” 

Both men hurried their rhythm just as desperate to hear you come undone and as you tumbled over the edge, you clung to them tightly as continuous moans fell from your lips. Grinning drunkenly, it took you some time to come down from your high but when you did you were met with animalist grunts as they pushed at each other. 

“You just ate her out! Why do you get to fuck her first?

“Because I can!”

A gruff growl left your throat as you pushed up and gripped Steve’s chin between your fingers roughly. 

“Don’t be greedy, Steve Harrington. You’re both mine and you’ve had a taste. It’s his turn.”

The boy nodded when you let him go, pressing his lips to yours.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’re right. You’re right. Forgive me, baby, please.” At his last sentence, Steve’s voice cracked in pain and in return you kissed his forehead. “Thank you. I’m sorry, Ed. I’m so sorry.”

The metalhead curtly nodded as if to say he forgave his friend and when he turned to focus on you, he was rewarded with your legs open wide as your hand rubbed slow circles against your clit.

“Come here, Eddie. I can help make you feel better.”

After climbing the length of your body, his beautiful, glassy eyes locked with yours as he slowly guided his cock into your warm core making him loudly groan. 

“Ahhh my god, Y/N. Y-You feel…” He tried to control the strain in his tone but Eddie was so overwhelmed by the feeling of you as he delivered small, pointed thrusts that had little pants falling from your lips. 

“How do I feel, baby? Tell me.”

His long hair tickled your cheek as his head fell beside yours and your legs wrapped around his waist pushing him closer to you.

“You feel so fucking good. I missed you so much, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea. I’m sorry I failed to bring you back. I broke our promise.”

“You’re safe with me, pretty girl, and I promise nothing is ever going to hurt you as long as I’m here.”

Clinging to him, your lips tenderly kiss the skin along his shoulder as Eddie’s pace hastens and his hips slam aggressively into your own. 

“It’s ok, baby. You did everything y-you could.” You tried to say that as confidently as you could but the truth of the matter was you just didn’t remember. These past couple of days, your brain had been sifting through two timelines and it felt like sometimes you were viewing someone else’s life. But they were hurting and you could feel the sincerity when they spoke. 

Your master told you he loved you and would protect you; that he would never lie to you. But when you asked him questions about your memories, he became angry.

“WHY ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME?! After everything I’ve done for you, Y/N. You let them get in your head didn’t you? Made you weak? I knew I should I have left you on the concrete.”

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie cooed as he lifted on to his elbow to look you over when he heard you start to sniffle. “Are you ok? Am I hurting you?”

Shaking your head, you encourage him with your palms to keep moving. His lips gently press a kiss to your forehead and down to your cheek as finds his rhythm again.

“Just l-like that, sweetheart, fuck. Your cock is so deep, Eddie.”, you whisper in his ear. “I love you.” 

Your eyes roll back as the coil snaps and your nails drag almost painfully down his back but the metalhead doesn’t care as he chases his high, falling flat on top of you as he rolls his hips and releases his seed inside of you.

“Good boy, baby. It’s Steve’s turn now, ok?”

Lazily nodding, he rolled to away from you as the other boy grabbed your arm and pulled you his chest while he laid on his side. After lifting your leg and hooking his arm under your knee, you helped guide his length into your sensitive hole causing your back to arch off the bed as you moaned. 

“Mmm—Stevie, oh my God—you’re so big. Stretching me open, baby boy.”

“Fuck.”, he groaned as he steadily pumped his hips. “Look at me, honey, please. I n-need to see your face.” When you craned your neck to do what he asked, his palm grazed your forehead, moving your hair back so he could see everything with no obstruction. “I missed you, Y/N. F-Fucking—mmm—dreamed about you every night.”

You mewled as he pounded into you and his arms abruptly pulled your body tighter against him.

“I tried, Y/N. I prayed you would never see the monsters in this town. I tried to—mmph—shield you.”

“Steven! What aren’t you telling me!” The man’s head hangs as he sits in his bedroom after you and Eddie picked him up from the hospital after the mall caught fire. “Baby…look at your face. That’s not just from a fire. Someone hurt you… Please…”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”, he murmured under his breath. 

Reaching out with your fingers to move his hair, Steve winces as a tear falls from his wounded eye. 

"Try us.”

Your fingers thread through his as his rhythm picks up and his cock abuses that spongey spot inside of you. 

“I’m sorry, baby. W-We weren’t fast enough…”

“It’s not your fault. Make me cum, Steve, please.” Pushing up on his elbow, his eyes met yours as he did what you asked and your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he thrust into you harder. “I love you to.”

Lips crashed to yours as your body trembled and you came with him following as he warmed your insides.

Both men clung to you as the kissed along your sweaty skin, thankful that you were between them once again. 

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Vecna sighs from his spot in his crumbling home those insignificant kids tried to burn down. Idiots. He was slowly getting stronger and soon they would feel his wrath. Until then he had to depend on you; a friend and girlfriend to the people he despised. You had proven useful these past few months but when you disappeared, he thought they had killed you and began moving forward with his plan without you. 

When you flew in with half your armor missing and blood dripping from your mouth…he was disappointed. 

“What took you so long? I thought you were dead.”

Your head tilted at his aloof tone as you fought the urge to cry.

“I’m sorry, Master. Eddie and Steve were much harder to dispatch than I thought.”

“Hm. Eddie and Steve, huh? I thought they were the freak and asshole. At least that what’s you called them.”

“I-I-I…”

“Fitting men who hurt you and left you to die.”

“Did they?”

You didn’t mean to say it out loud but you still stood up straighter when he turned to face you, his intimidating eyes taking you in as he stepped forward. 

“Are you questioning me?”

“No…N-No, sir. I just…I’ve been having these…flashes and—”

Vecna’s large hand across your face cut you off as he smacked you hard and you fell to the ground. He reprimanded you and you flew away to your “home” to rest so you could go back out when night fell again. You thought he didn’t know your secrets but he always did. This WHOLE WORLD was his home. 

He felt the wind of your wings when you descended to the apartment building you felt safe in for some reason. The vine that you moved out of the way as you opened the window to a “random” apartment and curled up on a dusty bed. The pin of the thumb tac you put in the wall to replace the generic frames that were there with a banner from the trailer you explored next to where you woke up. 

You didn’t know what “Corroded Coffin” was but for some reason the design gave you peace. After removing your armor, you would sift through your closet for clothes you lifted from that same trailer and another house a few miles down the way. Dozens of polo shirts and band tee’s that were much bigger than your tiny frame but they calmed you as soon as you put them on. 

You had hidden little Knick knacks in the drawer nearby hoping one day you’d get the courage to ask your master why they felt so important to you. There was a 20-sided die beside a book with notes about dragons and dungeons and hair gel that smelled familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint where. You had four metal rings that sometimes you put on your fingers as you slept feeling like someone was holding your hand in the dark when you did. In the house you found the polos in, there was a pair of sunglasses on the dresser that you ignored at first because there was no sun here but something in your stomach tugged at you to bring them with you. 

“Weak”, Vecna thought every single time. 

When morning came around and you didn’t come home again he shifted from disappointed to annoyed. Maybe he needed to do this particular task himself. He still wasn’t as strong as he was before but he had enough strength to take out two measly men. 

You would learn…one way or another…

****

You gasp as the strong feeling that woke you slowly recedes but are hit with the peak of sunlight that penetrates the through the crack in the shades causing you to hiss as you jump out of bed and push your back to a corner. 

“Whoa! Ok, baby. It’s ok!”, Steve calms as he hastily throws off the covers and runs to fully cover the part of the window that had sun coming through. 

Eddie slides down to his knees in front of you as his eyes look you over with concern. 

“What’s going on, Y/N? What happened?”

“We…we…we have to…I have to go… I have to…”

“Sweetheart, it’s noon. The sun will hurt you—”

“Ok, then you need to leave. Right now. RIGHT NOW!”

As you stand up and start to push forward, ring covered fingers keep you in place before you growl and the man lets you go holding his palms in the air.  

“Just talk to us, honey. What’s going on? Let us help you.”, Steve pleads as he takes his place at his friend’s side. 

“He’s coming for you because I failed.”

“Who?”

Your worried gaze shifts between them both as you sigh and shake your head, annoyed that they don’t already know. 

“Who’s coming for us, baby?”, Eddie asked again as he stepped towards you and carefully pushed some of your hair behind your ear. Closing your eyes, you turn your cheek into his palm and kiss the skin as you place your hand over the back of his own. 

“My master.”

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[fishanks]

ᝰ.ᐟ How OP men would confess

⤷ featuring : monster trio, law, shanks .

��� no warnings, I'm a child of God xx

✗Luffy

• in his mind you're already a couple.

• someone will ask him if he has a partner and he's like "yeah! She's right there!" and points right at you

• if you get confused he's also confused, like you didn't know?

• nami would jump in like "um Luffy you can't just force people to date you" and he's like "oi ___, were together right?!" and gives you such a sure look that it makes you genuinely believe that you guys are already together

• I don't believe this man knows you have to actually communicate, like, if he feels something he'll immediately say it so he doesn't get why you'd keep stuff away y'know?

✗Zoro

• held at gun point

• he's locked in a room with the whole crew just glaring at him

• and when he wouldn't do it, they had Luffy bring it up while arguing about who has to wake him up before dinner "___ you should go because he said he liked you or something so he'll take it best from you" and you're all on the floor laughing

• "you can't just believe everything Luffy tells you!" He tried protesting so much. "No zoro, Luffy is the worst liar!"

• he would just stare at the roof for 5 minutes before really quickly saying "be my girlfriend?" With a pout and wouldn't meet your eyes for the next week

✗Sanji

• 2 minutes into meeting you

• but when he's actually serious?? Ooohhh you're in for a treat.

• a candle lit dinner on the most romantic island, had nami dress you up, brooke singing in the background, chopper and ussop are playing around with some lights and throwing rose petals on you, and robin's just watching from above while smirking (he'd shoo them after you're all sat)

• at least 100 poems ready for you, picked out all your favorite flowers to put in a pot on the table and around you, the candles are your favorite scent, he's even wearing the outfit you like the most on him

• "my elegant sweet lovely breath taking lady, will you take such an average man such as myself to be your partner for life? The one who always protects you and cooks for you?"

✗Law

• in a life or death situation

• he tried so many times but his throat just gets stuck

• probably stares at you in the most random times ever and if you ask him if he's ok in his mind he's thinking "alright this is my chance" and ends up asking something like "why are your eyebrows so far apart today?"

• you were fighting one of the strongest opponents you've ever had one day, and got stabbed in the chest by one of the enemies you were fighting off, falling to the floor in pain when he suddenly yells "___ MY GIRLFRIEND ISNT ALLOWED TO DIE" and you're suddenly on your feet again

• after the mission is over you tried to bring it up but he just brushed you off like "yeah what about it?"

✗Shanks

• while he's drunk ass fuck

• was probably playing a card game with the crew and lucky decided to make a bet that whoever lost would have to do something that the crew agreed on (they all ganged up on shanks)

• after the crew told him he had to confess to you he was like "bet" and just threw a random ass banquet as an excuse to get drunk and started following you that whole day hoping a man would try to flirt with you so that he would come and save you

• "hey pretty girl, you alone?" "No she's with her boyfriend" he'd say while pointing at himself and you'd go along with it because you thought it was his way of protecting you, but after the creep went away he turned to you and casually added "no fr though, I'm your boyfriend from now on"

-🐶

[talekinesis]

Magical Burnout

Fairly Oddparents fic

Since I'm sick, I'm also gonna make Irep sick :)

I've seen people headcanon Irep and Peri as co-workers/ co-fairies so I'm gonna jump on that too

Summary: Irep gets Magical Burnout and Peri takes care of him

Irep snapped awake and sat up, only to be pushed back down by his goody-two-shoes counterpart. He went to argue, but ended up turning away to cough into his elbow.

"Would you relax? I don't know why you wake up like you fought in war, that's the third time today." Peri grumbled. Though he couldn't help but look at his anti-fairy with pity. The poor guy was pale, thin, and despite sweating and having a fever, he was also shivering. Even his wings were pale and dry.

Dev sat off to the side, sort of just watching them, trying not to give away the fact he was worried, even though Peri had already explained that Magical Backup, and Magical Burnout weren't the same thing.

"Magical Burnout isn't lethal, it just means Irep was stupid and over-used his magic, and now he's sick. He'll be okay." He had said.

Though he told Dev he didn't have to worry, the kid still insisted on staying, and had sat quietly in the corner all morning, playing his puzzle game.

Peri helped Irep sit up and placed a bowl of soup in his lap. "I hope that shark-tornado was worth you getting this sick." He scolded.

The anti-fairy took in a wheezy breath. "Very much so-" he turned away and coughed again as Peri rolled his eyes.

"You look horrible, what spells did you even cast?" He asked, feeling Irep's forehead, and cringing when his forearm came back sweaty.

Dev looked guilty. "Hazel and I watched a bunch of sci-fi movies, and I thought they were cool so I wished for them to be real.. It's my fault-"

"No, Dev, it's not. You're a kid, he's an adult, he should know when his limit is and when to say no." Peri pinched the bridge of his nose. "What movies?"

"Sharknado, Piranhaconda, Robo-Croc, Tremors-"

Peri stopped him. "Some of those movies are too mature for you and Hazel- and I'm sorry, Tremors?? Did you at least wish them away??"

Dev shook his head and Peri groaned, though he turned his frustration to Irep. "You didn't magic them away??"

Irep gulped down the broth and lowered the bowl from his mouth. "No? Why would I do that?"

The fairy groaned and rubbed his face. He pulled out his wand and wished the sci-fi monsters away. "There. Now," he took the empty bowl from Irep and stood up, "Dev, he'll be fine, I'll look after him. You go on ahead and head to Hazel's, alright?"

Dev nodded and hopped down from his chair. Peri wished him over to Hazel's house, and looked back down at Irep, who seemed to be pouting.

"What?" Peri asked.

Irep huffed. "Why are you helping me? I left you to die when you got Magical Backup, and mine's not even lethal, I'd be fine without you're help."

"Yeah, but Magical Burnout sucks. Trust me, I've been there. It's not fun being sick on your own. No energy, struggling to get up and walk. Well, I got it when I was a kid, my mother just carried me-"

Irep scoffed. "My parents would never. My mother had a tendency to drop me-"

"Yeah, my dad too. Grand Canyon."

"And my father made me stay in- I'm sorry, did you just say you were dropped into the Grand Canyon??" He laughed, which just turned into a coughing fit.

Peri shook his head and laid him back down. Irep complied, too tired to protest, and turned over onto his stomach so his wings were comfortable, which told Peri he was planning on sleeping again.

The fairy placed a hand between his wings. "Get some rest. I'll have more soup for you when you wake up." He said. He got up from the bed and without thinking, he rubbed Irep's head before he left the room.

The anti-fairy breathed heavily into his pillow, figuring maybe working with Peri wouldn't be awful. 'He's a better person than me,' he thought.

___

hi sorry this was short or if it didn't make sense, I'm sick, tired, and I ended up rushing it so I could take a nap

I hope it was okay and ended up somewhat legible.

you can kinda see where I tried a "Oh look they're bonding now," thing but again I'm just tired and not feeling well

Anyway, I hope someone liked it

[catreginae]

Thou Shalt Not Fall: The Munchies

Warriors has cravings. Intense cravings. I know that technically, munchies aren't just cravings, they are cravings that come with the consumption of a certain product, but this is the name of this chapter for so long and I don't have the heart to change it.

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Warriors didn't often leave to go hunting in the middle of the day when the sun was still up. He wasn't sure if that was one of his vampire instincts to hunt and feed when the sun could no longer harm you or a byproduct of all the secret keeping he had do in his era. While he could theoretically hunt in front of the others now, he was still wary of doing so. One day, their adventure would end and the amount of people he trusted with his secret would dwindle back down to a handful. He couldn't afford to get rusty.

He had a lot of time at least, since they weren't moving camp.

He told the ones who were wake – Hyrule, Legend, and Time – that he was just going to do a patrol. It wasn't a lie. If they were attacked now, it would be devastating with so many of their group exhausted or injured. However, patrolling wasn't all that Warriors planned on doing, of course.

Within fifteen minutes, he could smell something. A bokoblin, or maybe a moblin? Warriors should have been worried that there was something so close but instead, his mouth was watering again. He didn't even feel his fangs extend but he could feel them when he licked his lips.

Following the scent through the more densely packed region of the woods, where the brush would have been a lot more difficult to navigate if he was unable to jump over them, he soon came across the moblin. It was Wild's, the ones with the strangely lanky body and slim necks. A deliciously slim neck. He licked his lips then pounced, tackling the moblin to the ground and biting into its neck with all the strength he could muster.

It didn't die immediately. It threw its arms about, trying to throw Warriors off, but the captain was used to this kind of struggle from monsters. They all struggled, they all wanted to survive. It almost made him feel bad for not giving the monsters the mercy of a quick death before drinking their blood, but the vampiric side of him enjoyed the slower death than he cared to admit to the others.

Within a minute, it was dead, but he was far from done.

He shouldn't have been so hungry, not when his last feed wasn't even a week ago, but the cravings were so intense that it felt like he was starving to death. The taste of blood, its warmth in his mouth, and the feeling of his fangs buried in flesh was all he could he think about for the past day and a half. It made his mouth water, once to the point of outright drooling that thankfully nobody noticed, and he was acutely aware of the fact that he had to force himself to keep his eyes off the others' necks. He tried sucking on the necklace Four made for him and it certainly helped, but it only tasted like blood. Chewing or sucking on the necklace was nothing like drinking blood from the source.

"Oh, this is what you were doing."

Warriors nearly spat the blood out in surprise but he forced it down his throat instead as he tore his fangs out of the moblin's neck. He was all too aware of the blood dripping down his chin as Hyrule's eyes landed on the moblin's corpse.

"Time and Legend were a bit anxious about you being gone but I figured you were just grabbing a meal. I'm totally rubbing it in their faces."

Warriors looked down at the definitely larger than necessary holes in the moblin's neck and then back up at Hyrule. He could feel his cheeks burn. He wasn’t used to feeding from monsters in front of the others quite yet, especially when they were actually watching him. He wasn't nearly as kind to the monsters and his methods were far from controlled. It was when he was feeding from monsters that he indulged in his vampiric instincts and it wasn't exactly pretty.

It was one thing for him to come back to camp covered in blood. It was another thing to be caught with his fangs in a moblin's neck.

"What?" Hyrule asked. "Do you need a moment to finish up?"

He wanted to say he was all done and walk back to camp like he just went for a walk, but he was far from it. The dead moblin still had plenty of blood for him to drink and his cravings were still pretty strong. The idea of wasting all that blood didn't sit well when Warriors still really wanted all of it. Maybe even a bit more.

"I'll go back to camp on my own. I, uhhh... I'm not done yet."

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it. You have to eat."

"This isn't for sustenance." He wished it was just a regular feeding. Regular hunts didn't have the added benefits of the guilt he was feeling for his craving. Usually, he could keep himself composed when somebody was injured and he could ignore the smell of Hylian blood in the air for the most part. This time, he was struggling with the intensity of it all.

Hyrule titled his head slightly. "Something on your mind?"

He wanted to say no but he was starting to learn that the more he shut the rest of them out, the more they tended to worry. He would be under a lot more scrutiny if he lied about it. It was easier in the long run to just come clean.

"This craving is just intense. I haven't been able to get my mind off of it and I know it's because there was so much blood from that battle. I don't usually crave blood when you guys get injured but... this time, it's kind of bad."

To make it worse, he was out here, drinking blood like he was on the brink of death from starvation, instead of being there with them. Granted, he did kill a moblin that was too close... and it was probably safer for him to be out there instead of with them for as long as the cravings persisted. None of them could afford to lose any blood.

"What do you need?"

Warriors merely blinked at first, his mouth inching closer to the moblin's neck again as he struggled to collect his thoughts.

"Some time alone, I think. If I find enough monsters and drink enough blood, I should be able to get it under control. I'll come back to camp in two hours, promise."

Hyrule nodded, smiling softly as he did. "Okay, I'll come looking if you take too long." With that, he practically jumped back into the bushes, heading back to the direction of the camp. When Warriors heard nothing else, his teeth sank back into the moblin's neck, letting still warm-blood fill his mouth once more.

Warriors returned to camp with plenty of time to spare if the nod he got from Time was anything to go by. He wished he skipped the last bokoblin and came back sooner though. He was now uncomfortably fully, drinking twice as much blood than he usually did just to kill the craving, but at least it was finally under control. If anything was coming to camp though, they were going to regret it with how much energy he was going to have to burn later. Maybe another patrol was in order just so he could get a chance to run around.

Some of the others woke up while he was gone. There was Twilight, who raised an eyebrow when their eyes met, Sky who still had a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and Wind was sitting down, unravelling the bandages around his leg. That left Wild and Four who were still resting. They did lose the most blood though, so Warriors wasn't exactly surprised that the two of them didn't really have the energy to do much else but sleep. At most, they were up for only a couple of hours the day before, which was at least long enough to get them some water and some soup, one of the few meals that could be cooked well enough with what they had on hand and was easy for everybody eat. Luckily, they had more than one soup recipe between all of them.

"How much blood did you drink today?" Twilight asked with what sounded like a nervous chuckle.

"Entirely too much," Warriors mumbled as he stripped off his scarf, tunic, and mail and ungraciously plopped himself on the ground with his limbs spread out. "Whoever is making the soup today doesn't have to worry about me."

"Why did you drink so much anyway?" Wind asked. "I mean, this is far from the first time you came back covered in blood, but this is a little excessive."

"It was to get rid of a craving. It was... bad."

The camp went silent for a moment. Apparently, Hyrule only told them that he would be back, not why he was out. Warriors swallowed hard. He sat up quickly enough to make his stomach lurch.

"It's not something that you have to worry about, I swear-"

"We're not scared, Wars. It sounds like you had it handled," Twilight chimed in as Hyrule jumped to his feet, making Warriors forget where he was headed with his hasty apology. "Was it from the battle?"

"Between our injuries and the dead monsters, there was a lot of blood. I can usually handle it, I usually don't start craving blood outside of just being hungry, I swear."

"Wars, relax. We aren't scared of you," Wind said plainly. "Twilight's right. You had it handled by the sounds of it. You don't have to keep explaining yourself."

Warriors sighed. He wanted to come back with some sort of quip or reminder that the chances of him seriously hurting one of them one day was not zero, but he knew they wouldn't care about that. They shrugged off the risk before and he wasn't even sure how to make them be more cautious around him. He was up against people who were as stubborn as he was, if not more stubborn.

Time cleared his throat, dragging Warriors out of his own head. "The only problem is that you're going to have to find a way to burn off all the energy this is going to give you later without waking up Wild and Four."

"I can do the night watches if you guys let me sleep in the morning. I don't think I will sleep tonight anyway."

At first, Time didn't say anything. He simply studied Warriors. Then he nodded, which was the opposite of what Warriors was expecting.

"If you don't go on watch tomorrow night and you go to sleep as soon as one of us wakes up in the morning, I'll allow it."

"Sounds like a deal."

"At least you have plenty of room for your pacing this time," Legend said as he stretched himself out to lounge on his side.

"You said you weren't mad about the rug."

"I'm not. I'm just making a simple observation."

Warriors rolled his eyes and lowered himself to lay on his back again. He was so going to pace circles around Legend's bedroll during watch.

[trueshellz]

Night Owl

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: insomnia, reader grumpy, video games, mentions of little sleep, sleepy Kenma, Mortal Kombat gaming, gameplay described, cuddling, pet names

Summary: Waking up to play video games and bake seemed like the best idea...

Kenma blinked a few times, frowning when he saw a huddled up lump under the covers and his large gaming screen flickering as your opponent was thrown onto a tree and a branch skewered his heart before you reached over and rammed your knee into his face. Reaching over, he tugged the blanket off your head and smiled when he saw you sat there with his headphones on (yours were somewhere under the bed from where he had tackled you earlier today), smudges under your eyes from lack of sleep and wearing one of his old hoodies.

"Again?"

You hummed in agreement, eyes on the screen as you felt him shuffle closer and lay down near you, his head leaning against your leg. You chuckled when you heard his low noise of protest, the realisation of what you were playing as his eyes accustomed to the screen in front of you both.

"You downloaded it without me."

"Not my fault you were sleeping, babe."

"Let your character die so I can play against you."

"No."

You gasped when the controller was stolen from you and hidden under the blanket, watching in annoyance as your character was spun around and flung across the screen before she was stomped on and met her demise. A look of triumph as Kenma flicked on the second controller and set up a new game for you both.

"Don't you dare choose Noob Saibot... I lose everytime against him."

You watched as Kenma tied his hair back, sitting up next to you and wrapping the blankets around you both as he flicked through the new characters, commenting on the graphics and additions. His eyes widening as he saw the new story chapters, you could see the twinkle in his eyes as he chose his character... Noob Saibot.

Dammit.

"Not my fault you suck."

Despite its ineffectiveness, you still pouted and chose Kronika, the only character who had any chance against the monster your boyfriend had chosen. Battling for dominance to choose the play area, huffing when he won and then growling when within two minutes you ended up dead and a shit eating grin was across his pretty face.

"How did you do that weird spin-jump thingy?"

A grin as he loaded the new game.

"Kenma! I don't know any special moves!"

"Your problem."

"Kenmaaaaaa!"

A low chuckle as, once again, you ended up shish kabobed to a tree and dead. Huffing, you turned and mock glared at your boyfriend as he thumbed the controls to see the other extras you had downloaded when he was sleeping. It was day 3 of no sleep, something that he was used to by now and you both knew at some point, hopefully tomorrow, that you would crash out for 12 hours.

"Why do I smell cookies?"

"I baked some earlier."

An eyebrow raised as he tugged you close, wrapping the blanket on you and switched the TV off so the room fell into darkness. His hands resting on your back, under your sleep shirt as he rubbed small circles there and tangled his legs between yours.

"Just cookies?"

"Brownies too."

"Hmm."

"Sorry for waking you."

You felt rather than heard his chuckle, his body vibrating as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm more pissed you downloaded the new chapter without me."

It was your turn to laugh, you had heard his alarm go off at 12.05am and watched as he rolled over ignoring it. You were already awake anyway, having the cookies in the oven as it downloaded.

Plus, it wasn’t your fault you were bored and needed something to do.

"Close your eyes anyway, rest them even if you can't sleep. And don't download the new Mario Kart without me tomorrow!"

[thestrongestmen]

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿?

➺ Character: Silco

➺ Reader: afab!reader

➺ Words: 2 830

➺ Chapter: Prologue

➺ Summary: He has a plan for Zaun, more important than you, more important than your son. For the sake of your people, you turn a blind eye to his negligence. Until he brings home that little girl.

➺ Warning: Angst.

➺ A/n: It's been a week since I discovered that I have a real soft spot for Silco, thanks to the many excellent fanfics I've had the pleasure of discovering. It's made me want to take another look at Arcane and enjoy all Silco's appearances. I'm new to the fandom, so I hope to do you, long-time readers of Silco fanfics, proud. English is not my first language. Sorry for the mistakes.

"Honestly…Days of silence and he only talks to me to ask me something." You murmur with a weary sigh.

You rummage through his desk, cursing under your breath at the ton of paper that's strewn everywhere. How are you supposed to find a file amongst all this paperwork? You mutter your dissatisfaction with each sheet you briefly examine. Caught up in your own world, you don't notice the door opening slightly or even the faint creaking of the old wooden floor.

"Boo!"

You shout, turning to see a child exploding with laughter, giving you the biggest smile you've ever seen on the face of a Zaun child. A breath of relief escapes you, but in revenge to pat the top of his head with a leaf file you had in your hand. Once you've got over your fright, the air in the room becomes calmer again, with small talk and laughter from the child who is working with you to find the famous file. After a few minutes, you finally get your hands on what your husband has asked you for. What a relief, you can finally bring it to him without too much delay. You were worried that the last few weeks might have affected his patience.

"Can I come with you? Please, please, please!" "You know…your father-"

Your next words immediately die in your mouth, unable to continue as your child's eyes shine with a pleading gleam, full of hope and despair. You knew he missed his father. You missed him too. Waking up in the cold, empty bed for weeks didn't ease the weight in your stomach. You knew you shouldn't, but you finally gave in. As you sigh, your son knows he's won. He jumps up on the sofa and laughs with joy.

"Don't jump on the sofa." Scold yourself gently.

He continues to laugh and jump on the sofa. A smile stretches your lips and you roll the sleeves of your shirt up over your elbows.

"You little rascal, come here so I can catch you."

You rush over to him, catching the frail body in your hands, lifting him up by his armpits. You turn together, lifting the little monster above you. He spreads his arms out to either side, as if imitating a flying bird. And when the game ends, he's in your arms, your son clinging to your neck, his legs closed around your hip. One of your arms holds him under his bottom while the other holds the papers firmly.

"Let's go and visit your father. And don't forget-" "I have to stay close to you and not do anything stupid, or he'll be angry." Repeats your son in a mechanical voice, reciting the rules like a poem instilled in him over and over again until the phrase becomes as natural as breathing. "Good boy." You kiss his forehead, leaving your house for the warehouse where your husband works.

You don't exaclty know what he's working on, only a few things. But one thing's for sure, you're not going to be in this building with your child for long. The air is thick and heavy. The dilapidated, empty vastness makes your heels thud against the asphalt. Only the purple vines break up the urban aspect of the place with a slimy, terrifying organic aspect. Your grip closes on your child, forcing him even tighter against your chest. The instinct to protect awakens. A lioness ready to sink her fangs into the slightest threat. You summon up all your courage, praying to the gods that your nervousness doesn't affect your son. It seems to be working, as your son shakes his legs, humming happily at the thought of finally being able to see his father. The smile on his lips and his eyes curiously exploring his surroundings, as if his father could be in every shadow of the disused factory. As the minutes pass and you wander along the corridors, your arm tires. The exhaustion fire spreads through the muscles in your arm, forcing you to lower your son to the ground, taking him by the hand so that he doesn't wander off into this dangerous factory.

And finally you see that glow. The orange flames of the forges. The rhythmic sound of hammers on hot iron echoes in your ears. You're on a catwalk above the workers. Some are striking the glowing iron, others are dipping their hot blades into a bucket of water. A perfectly executed dance. A well-executed secret enterprise. You feel your son tugging at your hand as he leans against the metal railings, intrigued by the novelty.

"Don't lean too far." You say. "You there."

You turn to see Sevika standing at the other end of the catwalk, arms crossed under her chest, watching you with the utmost indifference. She works for your husband, serving him so faithfully. Perhaps we can even speak of a touch of respect for him, a feeling that doesn't extend to you and even less to the child hiding behind your leg. You see her eyebrows furrow momentarily before she gives you a strange smile.

"This should be fun." "Where is he?" You ask, ignoring her innuendo. "In the laboratory. You know the way."

You nod, pulling your son's hand to guide him along with you, passing Sevika whose gaze doesn't linger on you any longer. You pucker your lips into a thin line, was he in a bad mood for her to be amused to see your son here when he is forbidden access? Everything should be fine if he's in your company and under good guard. It's just a short visit, a brief exchange. You calm your inflamed nerves as your steps take you closer and closer to the laboratory. The orange light from the flames of the makeshift forge fades to an unnatural purple. No matter how many times you come here, you can never get used to the creepy atmosphere.

"Silco. Next time, put your papers away, will you? It's hard to find what you want in all this mess." You scoff with a frank laugh as you hand him the file he wanted.

You take a moment to detail his look. His hair is still flat against his head, even if a few rebellious strands caress his forehead. His attire is always impeccable, a great man surrounded by thugs. He looks like a king ruling his people and you have no doubt that he will succeed in achieving his goals. Your eyes are lost on the movement of his fingers as they slide along the papers in a caress that sends you back to your vivid imagination. You can almost feel his fingers sliding up your thighs…

"Thank you, little bird." He says, flicking through the papers briefly before returning to you, a smile at the corners of his lips. He had caught you looking at him, lost in thought. He knew what you were imagining. You quickly look away at the Shimmer, in an attempt to distract yourself. "Do you want to see the Shimmer's progress, before you go home?" "No thanks, I've already seen the trial phase and had enough violence for a decade at least." You groan in discomfort, clearly remembering that poor cat's corpse being eviscerated by that mouse. Earning a mocking sniff from your lover. "I wouldn't want that-"

A gasp leaves you as you finally realise that your hand that was holding your son's is free. The look on your face confirms what worried you most: your son is no longer with you. As the realisation hits you, a loud noise echoes through the factory as if a great deal of glass has just exploded. Your heart races as anguish tortures your stomach. It doesn't take more than a second for your body to start running towards the source of the noise before your mind decides to do so. Instinct. You bite your lower lip, you should have been more careful!

You hoped you were wrong, but you're not. Standing before you is a storage room covered in shards of glass that glisten in the dark purple liquid. In the middle of this dark spectacle sits your son, his knees bloodied and the palms of his hands bruised by the shattered glass. He is looking at you, his eyes glistening with tears. He is panicking. He is suffering. He is totally incomprehensible. You don’t know what´s happened to bring him to this catastrophe, but you could imagine his discomfort and fear at having to face the wrath of everyone in the room, including his father. His eyes widen, staring at a specific point behind you. Ah. Silco is arrived.

The silence is heavy. You feel your limbs tremble under the pressure. Everyone is waiting for them to get angry or bark virulent reproaches. You force a brave expression onto your face as you approach your child to allay his fears. A vain attempt when he is blinded by the sole presence of his father, who towers far above your tenderness.

"You two, with me". Is all he says before storming off down a corridor, ordering some of the onlookers to mend this mess.

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"I told you not to bring him here." Silco sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in the hope of pushing through an intense headache. "He wanted to spend time with you. You're his father, but he's seen more of Sevika in a week than he has of you in months." You scold in defence of your son. "I'm running a project that will revolutionise the way Zaun will live. There's so much to do and not much time to do it in. I don't have time to play tea party with him. You should understand that." He replies, his lips puckered in displeasure. "He only wanted to come with me to see you. He miss you!" "And his coming destroyed an important shipment of Shimmer!" He growls, tired of the days of work, tired of the problems that get in his way, tired of his son and tired of you. "He's a child! He didn't do it on purpose! You can create it again but you've only got one child with a heart you'll end up breaking!" "Little bird, do you even realise how much effort he has destroyed by his mere presence? It will take us weeks to redo everything, it's far too much! A child's heart is not worth Zaun's future."

You remain silent, unable to shake off the stinging pain in your heart that he has just reduced to nothing. Your throat knots, as if the emotions you're feeling are preventing you from replying. It's your child's pathetic sob, hitherto silent, that jolts you out of your shock. You watch his tear-stained face, struggling to contain his sadness at his father's harsh words, and yet trying with every ounce of his being to remain quiet and dignified so as not to disturb him any further. And it destroys you. You force an impassive expression onto your features as you stare at Silco. Your tongue runs over your dry lips to moisten them. Your throat is pasty but you ignore your discomfort.

"Why did you decide to fight for Zaun?" You ask suddenly. Quiet and monotone. "For the respect we are due." He replies fervently, driven by ambition and annoyance at previous events.

Your lips part. And suddenly Silco's shoulders slump, as if he's just realised something important. You don't know what's going through his mind, you don't want to know. All you do is take your son in your arms and leave the laboratory without a backward glance, despite the roar of your first name. You refuse to turn back.

Quickly, your footsteps take you out of the factory. You don't even notice that you've been standing in front of your door for minutes. Your chest heaves frantically, as if you've just run a marathon. Perhaps it was, anger pulsing through your veins, providing your muscles with a monstrous source of energy to escape the building. He hadn't followed you…you don't know whether you're glad he didn't or not.

As you enter the house, you place your child on the sofa in the living room. You leave him for a moment to get some disinfectant alcohol and bandages. Accessories that are difficult to access but which you had managed to steal on one of your rare expeditions across the bridge.

"It's going to hurt." You warn.

Your son nods and clenches his shirt into his tiny fists, waiting with closed eyes for a searing pain to shoot through his body. It didn't miss. He sobs painfully as the alcohol soaks into his wounds. He squirms in your grip and you are forced to hold him still to prevent his wounds from becoming infected. Despite your heart aching to see your son cry, you know it's for his own good. You can't afford to let his wounds get any worse.

"I know, I know… it's going to be okay, angel." You whisper against his forehead, your lips kissing the top of his head. "It's all my fault… It's my fault that if it broke and now dad is angry. It's my fault he's never home… It's my fault you fight." "No, it's not! Absolutely not! Hey, sweetheart. Look at me." You cup his face between your hands, inviting him to look at you. Your eyes fill with tears at the broken state of your son, who blames himself for everything. "It's not your fault. Dad is just tired, OK? He was very mean but I'm sure he didn't mean it, all right? But it's not all your fault. Daddy is working very hard for our future, that's why he's not here, okay? When he comes home you'll apologise, won't you? I'm sure he'll forgive you."

Your son nods shyly, sniffing at the snot running down his nose. You wipe the tears from his cheeks and then his nose with the sleeve of your shirt, then rock him with affection and love until late at night, when he finally manages to fall asleep in your arms. This argument has affected him enormously…if only you hadn't given in and left him at home. No…it's not entirely your fault, you didn't want to take on all the responsibility and guilt because you know that Silco was also at fault for being cruel to a child.

Tomorrow you'll go and see him again to talk to him once you've put your minds at rest. Maybe you can have a civilised discussion that way. Finally, abandoning the idea of getting into your pyjamas so as not to wake your child, you lie down in your marital bed, looking down at your son curled up against your chest. Silco won't be there all night, so you can leave this little bundle of joy with you.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

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The morning goes smoothly. Your son regains a certain youthful gaiety, playing with his toys, close to the front door as if watching for the moment when his father will cross the threshold. You decide not to send him away, perhaps because it reassures him and gives him a certain comfort. You can't blame your son for hoping to reconcile with his father. He was an important figure for him, an idol, a star. You can imagine that for your child, Silco is an important part of his life that he doesn't want to disappoint. A child's desire to please his parents, to have their undivided attention, just like when he was younger. Perhaps Silco's distancing himself from his work is hard for the poor child, who was used to being with two parents instead of one. You shake your head, pushing your futile conjectures from your thoughts. Instead you return to cook a dish that your older brother used to prepare for you when you were younger and easily saddened. That sweet, warm dish still soothed your torments to this day.

The sound of a key turning in the lock draws you out of the cooking. You strained your ear to hear your son's impatient noises, which brought a smile to your face. Today was definitely going to be a better day.

"Dad, dad is back! Dad I'm sor-"

Your son's voice fades to a whisper without finishing his sentence. Curious, you leave the kitchen, wiping your hands in a dishcloth as you walk to the front door where you see your husband holding a little blue-haired girl in his arms. A frail figure clinging to him like a wild animal cornered by danger. You feel your fingers tighten around the fabric, looking at your husband with apprehension.

"I intend to take care of that girl from now on."

Your eyes widen. He…plans to father another child?

[elliespuns]

I always wondered how it would have been, in an alternative canon of course, if joel and ellie somehow met each other but in his hunter days

What about this?

He meets her in a shootout that happens between the group of people that she joined recently and the hunters he is a part of, just when she jumps him in an attempt to stop him from killing the people she barely knows and feels don't deserve to die like this. But he shakes her off; she falls down off his broad shoulders, hits her head, and falls unconscious.

When he notices that the asshole who just jumped him is actually a little freckled girl, he doesn't have the heart to kill her, so he picks her up and sneaks away from the scene with her, planning to make sure the kid is okay and then leave her somewhere far away from the others because he has seen what these men are capable of and he's not having this. He can be fucked up, but he was never that fucked up. This is a kid. This is a little girl he accidentally hurt, and he has to make it right.

He takes her to the nearest woods and waits for her to wake up. When that happens and she opens her eyes to see a tall, huge man sitting on a log in front of her, probably just being an old creep, eyeing her or something, she starts panicking, but he's quick to get up and grab her. Wanting to explain what happened to her, he has no chance to do so when she starts fighting him. "Let go of me, you piece of shit! Motherfucker!" She's screaming at him, reaching for the switchblade in the back pocket of her jeans. But he's holding her tight; she can't move. "Fuck, kid, just hold on a second, I— Jesus, girl! You're stronger than you look." He comes to understand just now that he's not dealing with a fragile doll. He's dealing with a foul-mouthed, courageous, beaten by life, and strong as a bull girl who won't just make this any easier on him. Will she?

"Get your hands off me, you f— What did you do with my fucking knife?" She exclaims, finding herself worrying more about losing a damn knife that she got from her mother than about the fact that some stranger of a man is not willing to let her go. She really must have hurt her head badly, she thinks to herself.

"I have it in my pocket. Couldn't risk you stabbing my eyes out." He leers and loses his tight grip on her, letting her know he's not about to hurt her but still holding her arms in place, just in case. "Listen. You fell, you hit your head, and I got you out of there. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" He says, letting go of her. That makes her jolt away from him.

"Give me my fucking knife." She pants, her voice quivering and her chest heaving from all the fighting. She feels dizzy. Her heart is beating fast. She's afraid of that mountain of a man in front of her, but she can't let it show. She can't. "And don't you ever touch me."

"Why do I have a feeling that you care about that stupid little knife more than about the fact that you've just been kidnapped?" He laughs under his breath, reaching into the back pocket of his pants and taking out her knife to hold it in front of his sight. "What's so special about it anyway?"

"That's none of your fucking business." She spits at him as she takes a swift step toward him and yanks it off his hand, turning the knife against him, her hand shaking. "Why wouldn't you just leave me there? W—why did you take me with you?" She asks, scared of the answer. What if he really just wants to be creepy with her?

He stands up and brushes the dirt off his knees before he takes a step closer to her and grabs her shaky fist that's pointing the knife at him, and with the help of his other hand, he carefully folds the knife in hers. "Because I'm not a fucking monster. And besides, I'm not planning to keep you." He says, his voice cold as he quickly takes his hand off of hers. "I see you're fine now. You're free to go."

When she woke up and saw him, she thought this was going to be the end of her, not knowing what to expect. But it's actually her now who's suddenly unsure of how she feels. She's alone. Where the fuck is her group? They're all probably dead. Thanks to this asshole. She has nothing. No one. This man could've killed her already or left her to die, but he wouldn't have.

"Wait..." She says, making him stop on his way. "I-"

"Yes, kid. You can go with me." He cuts in as he turns around and starts walking the other way, realizing that leaving this kid behind with nothing or no one would be the worst thing he could've ever done. "But you mind your own business. I'll do me. You do you. Okay?" He warns her, as he's not at all in a mood for company. "You keep quiet, and maybe I can get you something to eat."

She nods with a soft, quiet "Sure." slipping through her lips as she takes a look at her folded switch blade and squeezes it tightly in her palm before she follows that man. "I'm Ellie, by the way." She says quietly, her voice so calm and soothing.

"Joel." He clears his throat, finding it hard to believe he found himself with a kid. He's too old for this shit. Then why does he have a feeling this girl—Ellie—is here to stay?

I know they would've been a lot younger in this canonverse, but once I read "if Joel and Ellie met" I instantly imagined them as we know them BUT in this setting and situation :)

[chocolatecake47]

Rayla is like: 

Watched her parents leave “I watched you leave"/"Stood there and watched you walk away, from everything we had”, - them being gone/missing for most of her childhood (“but when will you be back?”) “Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again, and you were just gone and gone, gone and gone”- Their ghosting/outcasting “Cause I honestly believed in you/Holdin’ on, the days drag on" - Her trauma and stigma around her parents betrayal slowly isolating her from everyone “My friends from home don’t know what to say”

Coming on a mission of vengeance and murder at only 15 years old and choosing to change the narrative (“My heart for Xadia!/Say the word and I’ll go back into that tower with you!”) “People look at me like I'm a monster"/"I brought a knife to a gunfight"/"when I fought you used to tell me I was brave” - Fighting her father for people she doesn’t know just because its the right thing “they strike to kill and you know I will"/"you had to kill me but it killed you just the same” - Getting ghosted herself and literally being able to travel all over the world and go anymore but not the place she grew up in “And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home” - Believing in her core that she’s not good enough even though she did the right thing, believing everyone is right to be disappointed in her (“they’re right to reject me! I’m never good enough and I never will be!”) “I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting"/"They used to cheer when they saw my face, now I fear I have fallen from grace”  - Truly believing that her pain is irrelevant “I know my pain is such an imposition” because she thinks she doesn’t matter “Always taking up too much space or time”, - Expresses surprise over being loved because no one has ever been so open about it or loved her in her hardest darkest moments “starry eyes sparking up my darkest night"/"Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky, and he feels like home” - Thinking she has to defend her parents honor and die because of their supposed failure (“All of this happened because my parents ran away, so I have to stay and defend the dragon queen”) “Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me”/“Remember how I said I’d die for you?”- Thinking it is her job to save everyone without letting anyone be there for her but it always ends up being more complicated “Never a clean break, no one here to save me”

The war finally over, everyone thinking things were finally ‘calming down’ but she was distracted, stressed, looking for closure, her mind kept reeling until her body finally did as well “Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke”, - Waking up from nightmares with the reality of 3 of her parents being dead crashing over her and holding strong to that sacrificing mentality ("They said that, sometimes, we make sacrifices so that the ones we love don’t have to. It’s part of protecting them”) “I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost, the room is on fire, invisible smoke, and all of my heroes died all alone, help me hold on to you”, Waking from horrible nightmares that Viren has done something to Callum which results in her leaving before he can leave her “I wake up screaming from dreaming, one day I’ll watch as your leaving, and life will loose all its meaning, for the last time”, Desperately wanting her logic to be understood ("Please Callum, this is about who I am") "You say, “I don’t understand,” and I say, “I know you don’t” - Had such a fear the world would divide them it tore at her inside until she couldn’t bear it “I loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” - Leaving without telling him  (“Don’t follow me, and don’t look for me {I have to go}.”) “Left Cornelia Street before you even knew I was gone” - Her self-sabotaging brain thinking that despite the love the last two weeks have given her she still wasn’t deserving of good things, and she had to leave because thats what they (meaning her family) did (“But I can’t let you stop me, Callum. No matter how much I want to. I wish I could say that we will see each other again, but I don’t know if we will.”) “Don’t pretend its such a mystery, think about the place where you first met me”, - Believing she’s a burden and her parents aren’t Callum’s problem to deal with/she’s not Callum’s problem to deal with anymore (“from doing what I know I have to do. Leaving.”) “I’m not your problem anymore”, - desperately hoping that he doesn’t hate her even though she’s hurt him, because she thinks she’s doing the right thing by building an illusion to protect him (“Please don’t hate me when that illusion fades, Callum.”)“Never wanted you to hate me” - desperately hoping he’ll still trust her and want her after “Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?” - Searching everywhere for any trace of Viren, any trace of what happened to her parents to make the wound stop bleeding “Trace the evidence, make it make some sense, why the wound is still bleeding” - the thought of Callum being something that got her through her hardest times alone “And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you/When it was real enough, to get me through" - the idea of coming home to Callum & Ezran being the only thing keeping her going “And I just want to run to you, And every time I don’t, I almost do”,

Not knowing what to say, not knowing how to turn up empty-handed after two years, not knowing what to do to make things better, but only knowing that she is falling apart and is goddamn trying her best and she needs him (“All day I’ve, I mean, all week really, I’ve been so nervous and kind of edge-frazzled, you know?”) “And maybe I don’t quite know what to say, but I’m here in your doorway; I just wanted you to know that this is me trying”/“Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”, - The part of her brain that is mean to her thinking its justified if Callum doesn’t want to be with her anymore after what she’s done “So if the chain is on your door I understand” but deep down her heart wants him to say that it wasn’t her fault and everything will be okay and they will be best friends again and that he understands her twisted logic and forgives her for it “Tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine, even when I loose my mind/tell me that its not my fault, tell me that I’m all you want, even when I break your heart” - knowing that she has a lot of trust to rebuild with a lot of people “There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven” -resulting to wait forever, offering to put his heart back together, and promising to never leave again, “I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart, I’ll put it back together” because he is the best thing that ever happened to her and the best thing thats ever been hers even if she is realizing it and admitting to it a little late (“the best thing I ever had: you”) “You are the best thing thats ever been mine”.

Long story short the world screwed her over and over and over again. She was the prey so much she quickly had to become the archer in order to survive.

PS. I didn’t want to tag every song cuz then it gets launched into a whole different side of Tumblr, but if you’re wondering where I pulled lyrics from they are all listed under the cut in (hopefully) chronological order (even though I did repeat songs a couple times but not lyrics!)

Haunted 

This Love

White horse

Your on your own kid

Castles Crumbling

Call it what you want

Mad woman

My tears ricochet (this song is so Rayla/Runaan-coded omg)

You’re loosing me

Tolerate it

Long story short

Ours 

False God

Breathe

Daylight

The Archer (this song is also so Rayla-coded)

Anti-Hero

Dancing with our hands tied

Cornelia Street

Getaway Car

Exile

Hits different 

Evermore 

I almost do (Rayllum-coded for sure)

This is me trying

Back to December (this is the most Rayllum-coded song I've ever heard)

Afterglow (i pulled the whole bridge from here basically)

How you get the girl

Mine

[marinahavik]

I apologize for the delay, I'm in my last year of high school and I was full of work and tests to do, I only now found time to post, enjoy the chapter

note: this chapter contains parts 1 to 3 of the game's prologue

A flower stained with blood

Prologue part 2

Not even in my strangest dreams could I imagine such a thing, being threatened by a talking cat, this definitely entered my list of bizarre things that for some reason happened to me.

Yozakura Yumi

The girl opened her eyes, trying to get used to the lack of light, she tried to move but ended up hitting her head, due to the lack of space.

Using her hands, she realized she was inside a box, she took a deep breath, getting ready to break the box and get out, but she heard a strange voice.

— Damn, someone is coming, I have to get this uniform soon, before they discover me.

— What a heavy lid, time for my secret technique - the strange voice said irritably, letting out a growl?

The girl, already tired, and feeling a bad feeling, kicked the box, breaking it. After opening it, the girl sat down, realizing that she was inside a coffin, and surrounded by floating coffins.

— —I was buried alive?, ok, now this is on my list of the top five strangest things that have happened in my life. - the girl looked around trying to find out where she was, and when she turned to the side she saw a strange cat with gray fur, standing on its hind legs, blue fire coming out of its ears, and its tail was forked at the tip, dividing into three parties.

The two looked at each other without saying anything, until the cat jumped up and screamed in fright.

- WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?

— A talking raccoon, that's new - the girl said, getting up without paying much attention to the strange animal, the girl went to tidy up her clothes, only to realize that she was wearing strange clothes, which she had never seen before.

The cape was quite beautiful, it was black, with some purple parts and gold details, Yumi quickly went to check if she was wearing anything underneath, and luckily she was still wearing the same clothes that Yumi was wearing before waking up in that place.

She was relieved to see that she still had her bag, and other than the strange cape there was nothing unusual or out of place about her clothes.

— I hope I wasn't kidnapped by a cult again - the girl said, feeling a shiver because of the memories.

— I'M NOT A RACOON, whatever it is, you human, give me your clothes if you don't want to die - the strange creature threatened, pointing its paw at the girl.

— Firstly I'm not going to give you my clothes, secondly it's too big for you - ignoring the strange animal Yumi stood up and picked up her bag.

— HOW DARE YOU GO AGAINST THE GREAT GRIM’S ORDERS? YOU'LL REGRET IT - the raccoon said angrily, shooting blue fire at the girl, who dodged it and ran away.

The girl ran at full speed, losing the crazy cat, and when she realized that the cat wasn't behind her, she started walking and investigating the place she was in, it was a library, Yumi took one of the books and opened it, luckily for her the The book was written in a language she knew.

—Geography of Twisted Wonderland? -the girl wondered when she saw the title of the book and opened it seeing a map with countries she had never heard of.

But before she could continue reading, the monster cat had found her.

— did you think you would be able to escape from the great human Grim?, give me that cloak before you want to turn into charcoal- the cat threatened and Yumi was already taking a knife from her bag, but the strange animal was captured.

- what ? Where did this rope come from? - the cat complained trying to get rid of the rope.

—This is not a mere rope, it is the whip of love, said a man wearing an extravagant outfit and a raven mask, which covered a large part of his face.

— Ah, I finally found you, are you one of our new students?

— you shouldn't do something like that, getting out of the coffin on your own!

—new student? Sorry sir, but I don't understand, I'm completely sure I shouldn't be here - Yumi started to speak, but the man with the crow mask interrupted her.

— not only that but it is also a violation of school rules, being accompanied by a family member who has not been domesticated.

— familiar? Sir, this animal doesn't belong to me - Yumi tried to argue but was interrupted again, this time by the animal that was struggling.

— let go of me, I'm not a family member.

— the rebels keep saying things like that, I just kept quiet - said the bird man, covering Grim's mouth with his hand.

— it is unprecedented for a new student to emerge from the coffin alone.

— Ugh…. How impatient can you be?

— Come on, come on, the opening ceremony has started, soon we'll go to the hall of mirrors.

—What are these coffins?- the girl asked.

— Here where you woke up is the room with all the doors, or portals as we call them

— All students who want to enter this academy must go through one of those doors to get here.

— Normally doors only open when I use a special key to open them, but you left before I could use the key.

“So these coffins are considered doors?, this is something strange, I need to know more about this place to be able to leave here”- Yumi thought looking at the man in front of her suspiciously, she knew she couldn't trust him, her instincts guaranteed that the strange crow was a possible threat.

— About that I kicked the door open.

— sorry, you said you kicked the coffin open?

—Yes, I don't like tight spaces.

—Ah, I understand, but now is not the time for conversation, the opening ceremony will end soon, so let's go.

— wait, exactly who are you sir.?

-There is? Are you still stunned?

— it seems that the teleportation magic left him disoriented.

— well this happens often, I will give an explanation as we walk to the ceremony, as I am very kind. - the strange bird man said, walking away while carrying Grim, Yumi followed him out of the library, passing through a courtyard.

~~~~~Patio~~~~

— this is night Raven college

— the blessed magicians around the world with a unique aptitude gather here

— at Twisted Wonderland's most prestigious magical academy.

— and I am the director, appointed to take charge of this academy by the president, of the board I am Dire Crowley. - Crowley introduced himself, and continued to speak, ignoring Yumi.

— night Raven college?

— only wizards seen as worthy by the mirror of darkness can go to this school.

— the chosen ones wear the coffin and are summoned from all parts of the world.

— a black carriage, carrying a coffin must have gone to meet him too.

—I, I don't remember any carriages- Yumi replied

“I don't even know how I ended up in there, the last thing I remember is talking to Seiji and...” - Yumi tried to remember what happened, but felt a severe headache, and placed her hand on her head because of the pain, Yumi decided to wait another moment to try to remember what happened before she woke up in the coffin.

— the carriage will receive the new students chosen by the mirror of darkness.

— they are special carriages that carry the doors to this academy

— the market decided a long time ago which carriages would be used to welcome people in two special stages.

Grim began to struggle trying to untie himself, but Crowley ignored him.

— finally, let's go to the opening ceremony.

~~~~Hall of Mirrors ~~~~~ opening ceremony~~~~~~~~

—Are these all the dorm assignments for new students?

— listen newbies at Heartslabyul, I am the rules, break them and I will cut off your heads - said a short, red-haired boy.

A tall boy with lion ears yawned before speaking.

— this boring ceremony is finally over

— let's go to the dorm, savanaclaws with me.

— to the new students, congratulations on entering this prestigious academy.

— enjoy your lives here to the fullest

— as leader of the octavinelle dormitory, I will support you to the best of my abilities - said a boy with platinum hair and glasses.

— by the way, where did the director go? He left right in the middle of the ceremony - said a very handsome young man.

— abandoning his post, typical of the director - said a voice that came from a floating tablet.

— maybe he had a stomachache — said a young man wearing a turban.

At that moment one of the doors opened with force, and Crowley entered dramatically, Yumi entered behind with her hand on her face because she knew that that bird would only cause problems for her.

- wrong.

—he finally decided to show up- said the redhead looking at the director.

— I can't believe you, one of the students was missing so I went to look for him

— you're the only one who wasn't assigned to a dorm, I'll take care of the raccoon, you stay in front of the dark mirror. .

Yumi stood in front of the mirror, surprised because that mirror was so similar to the evil queen's.

— Give her name - the mirror of darkness spoke.

Yumi took a deep breath before responding.

— Yozakura Yumi.

— Yozakura Yumi, the shape of your soul is……

- confused!.

—What?- asked Crowley.

— I don't feel even a single spark of magic in this one, but the color and shape of her soul are something I've never seen before, without magic but with great strength, so she can't stay in any dormitory, as I've never seen a soul so I don't know where to put it. - replied the mirror of darkness.

When he said this, everyone at the ceremony remained silent, some were talking among themselves about what the mirror said.

Yumi was already getting uncomfortable with the whispers and looks and wanted to get out of that place as quickly as possible.

— A Black Chariot would never meet someone who couldn't use magic!

—In all the years I was director, there was not a single mistake in the selection of students. - said Crowley in surprise.

—So, why… - Crowley was interrupted because Grim had managed to free himself.

—Then I'll take his place! - Grim said with an arrogant tone of voice.

—Hey, wait! Raccoon!- Crowley tried to intervene

—Unlike that stupid human, I can use magic! Let me go to school in his place!

—If you need proof, I'll show it to you right now! - Grim drew air into his lungs and then breathed fire out of his mouth, causing the hall of mirrors to become a mess, with students running everywhere.

Yumi would take advantage of the situation to escape from that place until she heard a scream.

—GET DOWN — shouted the red-haired boy.

Grim had released another fireball, which would end up hitting the boy with the turban, Yumi ran and managed to make the boy go to the ground, so as not to be hit, the place where he was before was now completely burned.

— you saved my life, thank you - the boy with ruby eyes said, impressed with Yumi's agility.

— you're welcome, just be careful - Yumi said, getting up and looking around trying to find the arsonist cat.

— at this rate the school is going to turn into a sea of fire, someone catch that damn raccoon - Crowley said desperately.

“You're the director, you're the one who should fix this situation” - thought Yumi, looking at how useless Crowley was being.

— tsk…. How boring - said the boy with lion ears.

— look, aren't you good at hunting?, doesn't that look like a good, plump snack? - said the pretty boy.

- because I ? You catch that raccoon - replied the Lion man

— Mr Crowley, please leave it to me - said the boy with white hair and glasses.

— I'm sure the others don't have the stomach to torment the poor creature, so I'll take care of it myself.

— as expected from Azul, always trying to take advantage of the situation — said the voice coming from the tablet.

— Can you hear me? — asked Crowley with a slight irritation in his voice.

— if it's just to catch a stupid raccoon, then shouldn't you be the one who has to catch him, director? - the Lion man complained, letting out a yawn

— how many times do I have to say that I'm not a raccoon

— the great Grim who will become the best Wizard in existence.- the creature said, irritated at still being called a raccoon.

— This one certainly has courage, would you like to help me Riddle? - asked Azul

And the red-haired boy replied

— I can't ignore those who broke the rules, let's get it over with.

— OFF HIS HEAD! - Riddle shouted, and Yumi turned her head at full speed when she heard the iconic phrase

“Did he just say the Queen of Hearts' catchphrase?”- Yumi asked herself and was even more surprised to see that around Grim's neck a strange red, black and gold collar appeared.

—What the hell is that? said the feline.

— law of the queen of hearts, number 23, you should never bring a cat to a festival.

— you being a cat means you broke the rules. You must leave immediately - Riddle replied.

— I'm not a cat

—I’m going to burn that collar quickly and…. I-I can't use my flames - Grim said shocked.

— you won't be able to use any magic until I take off the collar, so you'll be like an ordinary cat - Riddle said again.

- what? I am not a domestic animal.

— don't worry, I would never have an animal like you.

—well, I'll take it after you leave school.

- wonderful as always. Any spell is sealed by your unique Riddle magic.

— I really want her…. No. I would never want it thrown at me.- said Azul.

Yumi, who heard what Azul said, already knew that she should stay far away from the white-haired boy, as she knew he would be a problem.

— do something he's your familiar - Crowley said looking at Yumi

- is not mine

—discipline him properly……isn’t he yours?

Yumi was already losing all her patience with the principal, wondering how someone so incompetent could be the principal of that school.

— I've been saying this, since you appeared, that this animal doesn't belong to me, but you didn't even want to hear it - Yumi said with irritation in her voice.

— Did you say that? - Crowley coughed before continuing

— so let's get him out of the school, I won't turn you into stew because I'm very kind.

A person appeared and started dragging Grim out.

- let me go!

-I'll go I'll go…

— be the best wizard there is - the creature spoke as he was dragged.

Yumi felt a little sorry, the strange cat really looked like he wanted to attend that school.

—We had some small problems along the way, but with this, the opening ceremony comes to an end.- Crowley said

—Dorm Leaders, please send the new students back to the dorms.

- ...Hmm? Come to think of it, I don't see Diasomnia's leader, Draconia, anywhere...

—It's not different from normal, is it? - the boy with lion ears said, he didn't seem to care much about the lack of this Draconia guy.

-What? Didn't anyone tell him about the ceremony? - the boy that Yumi had saved from Grim's fire exclaimed in surprise.

—If you're going to complain, then you should have informed him.- the one who looked like a model replied to the boy with the turban.

—Hmmm, but I don't know much about him.- said the one with ruby eyes, scratching his head.

— By Draconia... do you mean "that" Malleus Draconia? - said a voice coming from the crowd.

— Is it serious that he studies at this school? - a second voice replied

—Scary…- added a third voice

Then a “girl” with a very young face appeared upside down, making Yumi slightly scared because of that, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Yumi realized that it was not a girl.

— Ah, as I suspected.

—I thought he would come, but Malleus really didn't come.- said the stranger, stopping his head and looking normal, if it weren't for him floating a few centimeters above the ground.

—It seems the invitation "never arrived" again.

— My deepest apologies. I swear we didn't mean to exclude him.- he said blue, but Yumi could tell by the tone of his voice that it was a lie.

— His aura makes him difficult to approach. -Riddle spoke after blue, And Yumi was a little curious and felt sorry for this malleus.

— that's not an excuse, they could have at least given a warning - Yumi spoke softly, the stranger who had black hair with pink streaks looked at Yumi and gave a small smile before turning to some students.

-All good. Diasomnia members, you can come with me. I hope he doesn't get angry...

After that, the hall was empty, and only Yumi and the director remained there.

—So, Miss Yumi, I apologize for this, but...

—We'll have to ask you to leave the school.- Crowley began to speak.

—Those who do not have any magical talent cannot attend this academy.

— it's okay, I understand, you could at least help me go home - said Yumi, wanting to finally leave that strange place, whether that was reality or a crazy dream, Yumi would know when she returned to her home.

—Don't worry, the Mirror of Darkness will send you straight back to where it came from.

—Come on, enter the Gate. Picture your home clearly in your mind…

Yumi took a deep breath, closing her eyes and started thinking about her home, and her brothers.

—Oh, Mirror of Darkness! Guie is back where he belongs- Crowley spoke but nothing happened

— Cough cough, once again. Oh, Mirror of Darkness! Guie is - Crowley spoke again but was interrupted by the mirror

—It's nowhere.-the mirror said and Yumi opened her eyes confused.

—Eh?- Crowley said confused

—Where this belongs is nowhere in this world.

-Does not exist.

-What did you say? This is unbelievable! Hmm, well, the unbelievable is having a parade today.- Crowley spoke again but the mirror was silent.

—This is the first time this has happened since I became director, what I do....

—What country did you come from exactly?

— Japan, more precisely the city of Tokyo

—I've never heard of this place before.

—I have a general idea of where all the students come from, but I've never even heard that name before.

—Let's take a look at the library.

Crowley walked away with Yumi following him, before leaving the mirror room she looked at the black mirror, which was silent, and saw that the bottom of the mirror had something shining.

Yumi quickly went to see what it was, seeing that it was a bracelet with a very nice appearance, Yumi put the bracelet in her pocket and walked after Crowley again.

And the room became completely empty, or it should have been empty, voices began to appear one after the other, all speaking at the same time.

— is this child your majesty? She looks very young - the voice of a very young girl spoke

— she must be just a little older than you, child, and that is worrying. - a slightly older female voice answered the first.

Several other voices started talking to each other at the same time, creating a small mess, but just as these voices appeared out of nowhere, they disappeared in the same way.

Again I apologize for the delay, I've been very busy these days and I was out of inspiration, I hope you missed the chapter, reblog and likes are appreciated, see you next time

I apologize for any writing errors, transferring a story from Portuguese to English is difficult, some mistakes end up happening

[iamthecomet]

SO, I'm jumping in here so I can stop hijacking your comments 🤭 here's your excuse for a book-related thread where you can scream about your newest reads!!

I need a new stand-alone book recommendation. All the folks at work are on a romance kick and I need something completely different. 180-degree spin kinda different!!

Tell me about your latest fave!

Do you have a GoodReads?

Feel free to rant!!

Ok SO. You have no idea what you've gotten youself into by giving me permission to do this BUT thank you. ♥ I do have a goodreads, but I haven't been good at keeping it updated this year. I've been using StoryGraph instead because it has pretty charts and graphs and I am a sucker for things like that. I have the same username and (and profile picture) over there as I do here, just in case anyone feels like stalking my reading habits hehehe. As far as stand-alones and not romances go that I've read recently (ish) and enjoyed, you can find them under the cut to save space :)

Family Lore - Elizabeth Acevedo - Magical realism about a couple generations of women most of whom have supernatural gifts. One, Flor, has dreams when people are about to die. She suddenly decides to throw herself a living wake, but won't tell anyone (not her sisters or her daughter) if that means she dreamt of her own death or not. It's very grounded in the real world and very much a book about family and relationships and heritage. It's strange and heartbreaking sometimes and feels real. It won't be my favorite book of the year but I really enjoyed reading it. Manhunt - Gretchen Felker-Martin - Now for something completely different. Found it on the horror shelf. Not so much scary as it is very gorey. The premise is it's been several years since a disease ended the world as we know it and turned most AMAB people into cannibalistic monsters. The story follows two trans women, and a trans man as they fight their way through an organization of TERFS and some really spoiled rich women to try to find a place they belong among this madness. Also, they kill feral men and eat their balls which apparentely keeps them from suffering the same fate as other AMAB people (there is probably science in the book but I read that part long enough ago that I don't remember it). Not a stand alone but I have to mention The Thursday Murder Club series by Richard Oseman. You can absolutely just read the first one and never move onto the second. I hate mysteries, I adore these books. They're about four 75+ year olds who live in a retirement village in England who get together every Thursday to try to solve cold case murders. And then...a murder happens basically on their doorstep so they decide they're going to solve a REAL murder. Hysterical, heartbreaking at times, the characters feel like real people. The plots are unpredicitable and complicated but not unrealistically. It is not my usual thing, but the 4th one in the series is my only 5 star read so far this year. I cannot say enough good things about it.

And, not a book I read super recently but: Tender Is The Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica. It's a book with an obvious agenda which always knocks things down a couple pegs. But reading it was like watching a car crash I couldn't look away from. The modern version of The Jungle but intentionally a horror book instead of just accidentally one. It's about the not so distant future where humans are farmed for meat instead of animals. It follows a man who works in the meat industry as he grapples with the morality of what he's doing. I can't say it an amazingly well written book, but it is deliciously fucked up which is sometimes all you need for a good read. It's also a very quick read. I read it a couple of years ago and it has stayed with me. It really feels on par with golden age sci-fi to me (1984, Fahrenheit 451) it just has that vibe (which I really like, so maybe that's why I love it). And if you're in the mood for some feel good realism that isn't a romance book, The Last Chance Library by Freya Sampson made me tear up several times during the book both for happy reasons and sad. It's about a painfully shy small town library assistant who has to figure out how to stand up for herself (and a lot of other people) when her library is threatened with closure. Maybe I just loved it because it was about libraries but it was just warm and fuzzy and also heartbreaking and infuriating (I did want to shake the MC several times, and/or slap her to snap her out of her bullshit, but I don't think that's a bad thing). I will stop now before I rant about books for literal years. But if anyone EVER wants to talk books with me I am more than happy to chat about them, give recs if I can, scream about how bad something is (I have to hate read a few books every year, I just have to).

[comvi]

oK NECT:: what happens in these chapters?? Most of the chapter names hint at what happens or are just "perks" of the voice. Chapter one "A new day." Whisperer hops down his island, leaving the safe place behind. and survives a attack from a lizard, he later finds a "horned thing" attacking a green lizard, and saves the green. They become friends. He cant hear voice yet. "Dark they were.... and cyan eyed..."

Chapter two "Object, of obsession." Whisperer has to part ways with the lizard (he named him buddy) after buddy suggested he learnt how to climb poles. buddys last words before whisperer left were "Wait...your tail, it looks like a cy-" whisperer had cut him off by going threw a tunnel, not wanting to look back. Later he finds a scavenger up close for the first time, accidently pushes one and gets hunted. The voice gave him the abillty to read auras of people hunting him...for 5 seconds then removed it. He can not hear the voice yet. "Thanks buddy..."

Chapter 3- filler chapter fr. named "beast of prey though" He can not hear the voice yet

Chapter 4-slippery meat Whisperer finds his way into [small spoiler region] at night, leaving his den early. (shelters are "dens" to him btw.) It is here when he gets jumped by a white lizard and nearly gets eatan, but the voice grants him the abillty to get the chance to escape ONE MORE TIME after failing... for the one time then removed it. he finds luckys egg. He can not hear the voice yet "Y-you just... eat people?"

Chapter 5-No going back. Fading. With the birth of a new creature and the death of the whisperers WILL. has started a new battle for survival which wont end quietly. Through the harshest weather thus far, can he keep up the act of not hurting anyone? whisperer wakes up to see lucky out of his egg in his arms. deciding to keep it, he leaves and figures out he is a carnivore. after a wild flight with scavs and..others.. he curls in a den, feeling fed but losing hope. The voice can not be heard... Whisperer killed a pink lizard chasing him. he broke the promise. hes a monster now. "I can make it back...maybe.."

chapter 6- a dead mans switch. A new region he is in. Pools of death and blood, lucky licking the blood off him. something watches from afar... something silver eyed. He finds chief and debating helping them but doesnt after seeing it would take hurting... he changes his mind and rushes to save them but the voice uses "A dead mans switch" on him, making him drop and forget about lucky. after hurting and injuring the attackers and scaring them off. he passes out. stage 2 lucky voice is louder... "I've seen the look on a man's face when he realizes he's going to die."

Chapter 7-cruel limits Whisperer wakes up with lucky in his arms. chief is there to greet him for what he did before passing out to ask questions. before deciding not a threat. the conversation took all day, and without knowing the rain would soon fall after a little... The ground shook... his worst fear [spoiler enemy], even fucking centipedes. he ran and ran, voice does not like him ignoring the pain from all his bleeding spots and bite wounds. so: The voice gave him cruel limits, making it so he cant run or sense any danger with anything in his arms The same sliver eyes on him, he runs into a den. "It got louder." stage 3 lucky Voice can be heard. no response.

chapter 8- Lucky star not finished, here he interacts with silver for the first time after hearing those mimicking voices forever. lucky-full grown Voices can be heard and responded to. "That kid anit right..." "-D-D-DONT-doihave tohurthim?" "..Dad?" "You have gone threw a lot little thing, and it wont stop." "I'm saving this little thing if its the last thing i do." -many people.

SO GOOD SO GOOD!!! THESE ARE SO GOOD… i dont have the full words to describe just how much i love the emotions & tension you put in these (and theyre not even the full things and yet still so detailed… i can imagine the full paragraphs/text of everything about them all pilled up together is so much more AMAZING!!!)

& even if ive already heard about the first few chapters, i love how i can see as you develop them!!! Im finding out information i didnt before, and stuff you must have added recently, and thats so much fun!!!! <3 (like what was buddy going to say, before whisperer left? my brain filled in the spot as “cyst” but obviously thats NOT what it is LOL)

I CANT WAIT TO SEE BOTH WHISPERERS & SILVERS REACTIONS UPON MEETING FACE-TO-FACE FINALLY!!!! <:0D !!

[dadddybangtan]

Suck Torture | 17 PART II 🩸

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By the time we'd gotten back to our town, it was dark but far from being late into the night. Mother, Yeji and I were silent. It was hard to speak since we'd left our house as five and came back as three. I assumed we'd talk it over at a later time after everyone went to their respective rooms and I heard Yeji's door slam.

I was numb. My plan and proposal to the council wouldn't have ended in such a way. And I fully understood why Mother told me to keep my guard up. Father had a plan that would doom us all. I wasn't sure when I'd be able to forgive him.

Alas, I couldn't let my dull numbness keep me trapped in my room. I did promise to visit Beomgyu and Taehyun after all. So I drove into town and to their apartment building.

When I stepped out of my car, Beomgyu's woodland scent filled the air. It was nice to smell something associated with only warmth and fondness after the gruesome day I had. As I got closer, his scent was mixed with purely sour epinephrine. I ran around the building and to my surprise, he was falling out of his apartment window.

I dashed under him in time to catch him. Had I been a second late, his body would've hit the ground. His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. I also noticed the hand print on his neck and his bare skin as he was shirtless. He shouldn't have been that exposed with the weather being just above freezing.

With him in my arms I carried him up to the window he fell from. I rested Beomgyu on the floor and studied the room around him. Taehyun was on the floor crying while two other humans stood in shock in the door way. The sight that turned my concern into anger was Felix standing proudly in the middle of the room.

"What have you done?"

"Nothing obviously." Felix rolled his eyes.

His snarky tone made my hands twitch. I wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

"You tried to kill him."

"Only to protect you." He muttered, eyes closing and fists rumbling at his sides, "Mortals will never see you as anything but a blood sucking monster. But me? I see you for what you are, what we are. And unlike them, I'll be with you, by your side, forever. Nobody can promise you that luxury, Hyunjin. Nobody. So why do you keep choosing these weak, pathetic humans over me, huh?"

His voice was booming through the room, causing Beomgyu to wake up from his shock-induced sleep. I've never heard Felix's confident voice crack until that moment. I never saw his facade crack until that moment. The tears were streaming uncontrollably and his pale skin turned pink with raging passion. I couldn't help but wonder if he was right.

Was I wasting my time with mortals like Beomgyu or Taehyun? Perhaps I was. Then again I never understood how my time could be wasted if I lived forever.

"I would rather spend a few moments with a human whose love is rooted in trust," I said quietly, "As opposed to spending an eternity with a manipulative, obsessive vampire like you."

"He may as well be a vampire," Felix said, glaring at Beomgyu's vulnerable body, "Since he can't die."

"Felix, I think you should leave."

"I'm the only one for you, remember," He cried, "We're engaged, Hyunjin."

If I had a ring, I'd throw it out of the window he tossed Beomgyu out of.

"You blackmailed me and all for nothing. My father ruined my family more than you ever could. Our engagement serves me no purpose," I breathed out, "So, Felix, I really mean it when I say that you should leave."

Felix only blinked his red, teary eyes at me. For the first time ever, he looked truly weak and defeated. A part of me felt bad for him. The other part, the larger part, found a tad of joy in his misery.

"He was right then..." He muttered.

You'll never love me.

My gaze didn't waver and my expression didn't falter. He knew I was serious.

He jumped into the form of a flying bat and flew out of the window. I watched him leave, making sure he was out of sight before letting my guard down to tend to Beomgyu and Taehyun.

"What the hell just happened?" One of the humans asked.

"It's a lot, Soobin." Taehyun groaned as he began to stand up. 

"And how much is it gonna cost to fix that fucking window?" The other one asked.

When Taehyun was steady on his feet, he approached the other young men. He shooed them out of the room and locked the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I'm fine now that Beomgyu's okay... And you're here." His big, kind eyes looked up at me.

Thank you.

I simply kissed his cheek.

"I didn't die?" Beomgyu asked from behind us.

He still seemed to be in a state of shock, frozen in place and looking to the floor for an explanation. I couldn't tell if he was shaking from his thoughts or shivering from the cold. With his bare back against the open window, I imagined both. I grabbed a blanket from the top of one of the beds and wrapped Beomgyu in it.

"I wouldn't let you." I said, holding him under my arm and squeezing his shoulder.

His head crashed into my chest and I heard faint cries coming from him.

Taehyun came down with a t-shirt for Beomgyu.

"It's okay."

"I'm just so fucking tired of this shit." Beomgyu's voice was muffled but I could tell how he meant it. His pronunciation was strong and irate.

"I know," I said, "It's over... Everything is sorted out with the council. Everything will be okay."

"You promise?"

Looking back, it probably wasn't in our best interest to promise something so vague and unpredictable. The state of being okay is too subjective and to promise that everything will be is painfully broad. He didn't know, but I tweaked his request in my head.

I promised that he would be okay.

[kidfoundonstreets]

bites u. fake type

the mvs and the lyrics are all so packed and chaotic it scratches my brain

0:06 “K” for “kusoyarou” I won an once-in-a-life-time gamble game Let me invite you all to the spectacular view in a second.0:12 I don’t wanna do anything, no matter what happens, I don’t I don’t wanna work, absolutely not, I’d die instead0:18 Shouting voice of the annoying Princess hauling in the air, saying “Work hard!” I always get bossed around, being treated like her little bitch0:24 All I wanna do is to wake up in the morning and relax in my PJ. But I’ll do anything for you because you are a selfish bitch. No matter how I try to talk you out of it, you don't seem to care at all. (she doesn't even see me.)0:31 For all the last minute favors I do for you because you asked, unless I complete them perfectly, I’d get punished. For all the sudden words you throw at me, unless I understand them well, you’d be really mad and hysterical.0:37 For me, she’s already turned into a monster with no listening ear.0:43 It’s too early to die for me, gotta survive even if I drive myself crazy. I am practically dead when I stop creating, anyway0:51 Kruel Kreator... Betray, Talking shit, Kill them all by M.I.C0:57 Kruel Kreator... Oh my "F" word, Please repair my broken heart (Arara)1:03 I still can't forget the drama (Onriedo) I must be an avenger, So tame the trauma (Issaikaiku) I can't trust you ever, Goodbye I'm out1:12 Stupid mo fxxker, Shut up mo fxxker I wanna get out of hell1:16 But I don’t wanna quit, no matter what I don’t wanna quit music, absolutely not, even if I had to die instead1:22 It was bad timing, no it wasn’t that. This idea is a gift from the god. I’m executing this brilliant murder plan of Princess Trap for you Neither traps nor my hitman could get to you. I was like “What a fxxk?”1:28 My monsters ended up easily tamed by you right after they tried to kill you. Although I wanted to punch your weak spot, I let you thrive instead. What a brave man am I. (sarcastically)1:35 I’ve tried many ways, but only to find myself in vain, I’m in jeopardy. Even when I made the poisonous cocktail, you seemed just fine and didn’t die.1:41 You are like the joker in the playing cards. No matter what I did, my frustration will be pent up, I don’t wanna die like this.1:47 Before I get completely covered with the paint of your hellish screams, I’ve got to take back myself. Let’s not forget there is only one me.1:54 Kruel Kreator... Betray, Talking shit, Kill them all by M.I.C2:01 Kruel Kreator... Oh my "F" word, Please repair my broken heart (Arara)2:07 I still can't forget the drama (Onriedo) I must be an avenger, So tame the trauma (Issaikaiku) I can't trust you ever, Goodbye I'm out2:16 Stupid mo fxxker, Shut up mo fxxker I wanna get out of hell2:19 Life is strange... I can't wait for the day I can beat you Life is strange... Viva la Revolución2:25 If I don’t end you, you will end me. I wanna keep my cool and control my heightened anxiety. If I don’t play my cards first, she will eventually take my life away. I’m gonna fight my destiny. The hellish and evil atmosphere lingers in the quiet night.2:32 I grabbed by butcher knife, jumped and stabbed you on the back Thought I killed you finally, but there wasn’t a single scratch on you.2:38 I attacked you over and over again but you were not affected at all. When I realized you had already had me in the corner. Right then, Kruel Kreator popped up.2:46 Hummn. I feel like I’ve met you somewhere before. And is it the really great painting that you got back then? Does that mean you are the girl who was my fan back then?2:53 Unbelievable but, without me knowing, I must have made a deal with the devil. Kruel Kreator… crazy creator3:04 If I am just stuck here like this, my time will be up without me achieving anything in life...I’d hate it if that happened. So, I have made up my mind to keep my flaming ambition in “my brain” and to work towards achieving it

[zylvrina]

I relate to the characters of "De fortabte sjæles ø" a lot (translation: The Island of the lost souls)

Like the ghost of the 35 year old ghost dude from the 1800s possessing a 10 year old kid by accident, who got dragged to an Island, trapped in a warehouse with a living scarecrow outside. And then when he pulls the covers off a machinery and falls on his back, tiredly and calmly says "I'm getting too old for this" in an old man voice. As if he was a dude in his sixties and not 35 in a 10 year old boy's body, that he also can't get out of. Gets zapped out then comes back and says "a warning would have been appreciated". Afterwards goes around zapping other ghosts out of people.

Or the 13 year old boy who's afraid of deadly heights but not driving old and questionable machinery with no brakes. When the machinery is about to crash he jumps out and wakes up to a frog and says to himself "stupid frog". Then promptly falls down the hole of the evil dude's lair, and is seconds away from setting hundreds of souls loose on a small town, 14 year old girl with common sense stops him. Souls get set loose by accident. When they find out the evil dude is the one from the 1800s he whispers, "now again? Are there no souls that just die?". Relatable. Also with the world-domination thing, "why does it always have to be the entire world? Couldn't he figure something more original out?" Actually mostly this guy. Gets possessed at the end and forced to fly an airplane, the ghost is zapped out, and the clairvoyant dude pushes him out of the plane with a parachute and learns to fly.

Or common sense girl with a justice drive who is also the only one able to use the magic book without dying horribly. Common sense is however sometimes a bit chaotic. Typical teenage hormones too. Saves the day.

Or Clairvoyant adult dude who gets way too excited about the supernatural again when he finds out it's actually real. And sails a boat (never explained) out and saves them from the scarecrow. Studied physics for seven years to build a ghost attractor, it attracts dogs. Agreed to help although he said no to ghost stuff the moment they offered to pay.

Even better is the bad guy turns out to be the 13 year old boy's step dad, or rather step dad offered his body in exchange for riches. They find out when they try to get him possessed and it doesn't work. Gets real creepy when the bad dude says he was the scary things in his childhood, including the shadow outside his window, monster in the closet and what not. On the subject matter the 13 year old boy says, "This is the last time my mum gets to choose my step dad"

Or

"Great, the whole world's fate depends on an overgrown dog whistle" when they need the machinery the clairvoyant made. It does turn out to work though

Common sense girl defeatedly says "Great, an insane nazi pilot" when they summon a pilot, tbf he does call Hitler a Schweinehund when he hears Germany lost.

For a kid/teen movie it had a lot of blood and violence. No wonder my friend got nightmares at 8, although only from the bald evil guy (bald people phobia)

Ending is pretty cool

Best movie of my childhood though

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 46 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

"You're a monster," I sniffle, glaring up at him.

"I hoped you'd react better than this, Ash. I thought you'd be on my side."

"You killed my mate and tried to manipulate me into being your Luna. You're doing something horrible to Lucien. Why would I ever...?"

Suddenly his hands are around my throat, slamming me back into the wall.

I gasp, sputtering as my eyes go wide in alarm.

His hold is so tight and rough I can barely breathe.

"You fucking Omega whore. 'Daemon' 'Lucien' They're all you fucking care about. Why?"

My vision blurs but I keep going.

There's no hope for me to get away now, so the most I can do is get everything out of Theo that I can.

I've suffered worse.

If this ends with him killing me, so be it.

I don't want to be here anymore.

But at least I can do one thing for Lucien before I go.

"T-They showed me k-kindness. They took care of me...." I choke out.

Theo smirks at my words.

"Kindness? That's all it took for you to love them that much? Are you sure it's not the fact that you're a spoiled little whore that spread your legs for them so you could get whatever you wanted?"

That strikes a nerve in me. I shoot daggers with my eyes up at him.

"You're disgusting."

He just runs his tongue over his teeth, clearly enjoying himself.

"Did they take turns fucking you? Or did they do it at the same time? Must've been a lot for a tiny thing like you, huh? Stuffed full of Alpha dick."

I shake my head, the fear inside my chest increasing.

I didn't think the conversation was going to turn in this direction.

It's reminding me of the way Henry tried to rape me and being sexualized by Theo is disturbing me.

"You're being gross you fucking sicko."

His hand on my neck tightens and I wheeze.

"You got yourself into this situation, my moon. If you'd just become my Luna, shut your mouth and sat pretty, I wouldn't have had to resort to this."

Its hurting now. It hurts so much and I don't think I can take it.

I sob, clawing at his hands at my neck.

"Now, should I fuck you before I kill you? Or maybe I should kill you first so you don't put up a fight when I pound this sweet little ass..."

He uses his other hand to squeeze my behind, his dominant hand brutally squeezing my neck and fully blocking off my air.

"You're gonna join your mate real soon..."

I feel it before I hear it, the vibration in Theo's body as something crashes into him.

It's only when his grip loosens and he slumps to the ground do I see nurse Vaela behind him, holding the chair that she just hit him over the head with.

She pants, staring wide eyed at the Alpha who lays in a crumpled mess on the ground.

She drops the chair and I start to sob, running into her arms.

"Thank you," I cry, burying my face into her chest.

"I-I thought I was ready to die b-but I was so scared."

"Shhh Ash, you're okay now. You're okay sweetie," she says.

"You were right about Theo. He can't be t-trusted."

"That's why you need to get yourself and Lucien out of here as soon as possible, okay?" she says, pulling back, holding my shoulders firmly.

"He's on a rolling bed, sweetie. You need to get him out of here. If he stops being injected with the wolfsbane, he'll wake up. But you need to go. Like now."

"W-what will you do?"

"I'm going to lock Theo in here but it'll only hold him for so long. He's on steroids, so he heals fast. Now go."

She doesn't have to tell me again.

I carefully wheel Lucien out of the room, setting off down the hallway towards the elevator.

My neck hurts so bad and just speaking to Vaela felt like my entire throat was on fire.

I realize I'm still crying as I pull out my cell-phone, my distressed reflection staring back at me in the black phone screen.

I stop recording, having gotten all the evidence I need.

But now... Tristan. I need to call Tristan.

********

Tristan comes into the kitchen where Wren and I are sitting.

"He's awake."

My eyes widen and I jump out of my seat.

"H-How is he?" I ask, my heart clenched in worry.

I've been stuck at Tristan's house for two days since he picked up a comatose Lucien and very distressed me from the hospital.

I didn't dare go back to the house for fear of Theo finding me.

Which was a valid worry because Vaela contacted me and said he was furious when he woke up.

He's been trying to find Lucien and I ever since.

"He's better. Your nurse friend dropped off some supplies to help his recovery. I... also told him everything that's gone down. He wants to speak with you, Ash."

I nod vigorously, not waiting for him to say anything else before rushing to the spare room Lucien was put in.

'Lucien. He's finally awake. After freaking months.'