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Dunwich Record (Fanfiction)

*This short story is a fanfiction for the Dunwich Horror by Hp Lovecraft, which is now a public domain. I must say I both love and hate Dunwich Horror, first because my beloved son is this in this story and second is because Lovecraft nerfed him… So I decided to write my own version for my own AU. There are a lot of adaptations in this fiction, so if you are interested in the original story, please go check it out.

Warning : I'm not a professional writer. There might be some plot hole and may not make sense. And English not my first language, it would be broken, I'm sure...

Since the very beginning, apart from my mother and my grandfather, no one has ever truly loved us. As soon as I stepped out of my house, those disgusting eyes stared at me. The voices of those stupid dogs kept barking at me as if they had never made such a cry in their lives.

Of course…

Before them was a monster born from man and something that was above all else… Wilbur Whateley, the goat boy that everyone loathed. They did that because they were afraid… Afraid of something they didn’t know and didn’t know how to deal with… Isn’t it pathetic?

Ever since I was born to this world, not only did four-legged creatures not want to get close to me, but the villagers happily gossiped about my father, who they called “stupid” for falling in love with my mother, who was unstable in their eyes.

They should be thanking her. If it weren't for my mother, perhaps the hatred and contempt they had for me would have driven me crazy and shot them with my pistol instead of those dogs. Those four-legged creatures didn't welcome me at all, and sometimes they seemed to take advantage of me when they saw that I wasn't doing anything. Once, they ran up to me and bit me directly. And yes, I always had them line up with pure lead bullets for breakfast. The sound of the trigger had become soft and familiar to me when I was learning magic. To be honest, as I got older I started to collect guns. Not for hunting or anything, I just enjoy collecting them. but when something went wrong I would always use them.

I have a twin brother. At first, he didn't have a name because when he was born, his body was invisible and couldn't be seen by the human eye. My mother once told me that only I could see him because when we both were born, I was holding my brother's hand tightly. When she touched him, she realized that there was a body there.

Later, Adam named him ‘Ortis’ after a character in Homer’s Odysseus. I’ll just call him Ortis.

Ortis’s body I saw at that time was like a cloudy jelly that looked like a soap bubble in another way. He had three bright red eyes that looked strange and contrasted sharply with the white of his skin. But with that body, he couldn't go out and meet anyone. To be honest, he looked more like a monster than me with goat legs and a tail with a mouth. This little trouble maker had a big eater. The cows that my grandfather bought for him to eat were gone very quickly. He also seemed to grow faster than me, even though they were twins. It wasn't long before he had to move into the barn that my grandfather and I had just repaired.

It sounds like he was grounded even though he did nothing wrong, but it was really necessary… otherwise he would definitely go out and eat people. On the other hand, he had his own room, and it was a whole barn. Sometimes I envied him because of that, but I still went to see him. At night, when everyone was asleep, I would bring the books out and go straight to the barn to read them to my brother.

Even though I often heard siblings fighting, to me, Ortis is like my own reflection, he is my twin, and I don’t want to lose him. Because in this world, there might only be the two of us who are monsters, and no one can save us except ourselves. So I love and care about him very much.

My little brother was learning as fast as I was. He could read and talk very quickly, at least that helped him communicate with the people in the house, telling them where he was and what he was doing. But because he was getting bigger and bigger, we still met at the barn quite often. Many times I would fall asleep while reading with him and Mom would come in and wake me up for breakfast.

I used to wish that everything would stay the same, or sometimes I wished that something better would come into my life. For example, my father… I knew who he was even though I had never seen his face.

Yog Sothoth

The Key And The Gate

The All In One And One In All

His details came from the Necronomicon that our family had. It had been eaten by termites over time. No matter how much we repaired it, it would not be as good as getting a new one. However, whenever I asked about my father, my mother would always tell me about him without hiding anything. She would always be happy when she thought of him. Her purple eyes sparkled beautifully like the starry sky at sunset. It was so beautiful that it engraved in my heart. It must have been the reason why I wanted to bring my father back to us, hoping that being with him would allow me to see her happy like this more often. I started studying the Necronomicon that had become worn out by termites and learned from my grandfather, who was known as Old Wizard Whateley. Later on, I became skilled in magic and started performing rituals on the hill all the time. Of course, it didn’t work at all��

There are many times when thoughts have run through my mind when a ritual has failed or nothing has happened even though every step was done correctly.

“Why doesn't he come?”

“What was wrong with it?”

“Or maybe…”

“He has never cared about us at all?”

Over the years, it had all failed and failed. And it was even more hopeless when I found out that Grandpa was sick badly. I dragged Dr. Houghton into the house to try to save Grandpa's life. Mother was crying, and those whippoorwills were screeching like a banshee waiting to take his life. I didn't know how to express my feelings about this. I just looked out the window and listened to those birds. But in the end... they flew away, along with Grandpa who passed away…

“They didn’t git him,” I said with a laugh of relief, but it shattered like shards of glass.

Before grandpa had gone, he told me to take good care of Ortis and to take care of the barn after him. Of course, I accepted it even if he didn't ask me to. Who else could take better care of him than me? He also mentioned summoning my father... Page 751 of the Complete Necronomicon…

Of course I don't have it. Our books have all been eaten by termites. Let alone, even if they didn't eat them, they wouldn't even reach page 700. So the only way I can make it happen is to borrow the complete book from somewhere else.

Many letters were written one after another to many universities and libraries asking to borrow the book, but no one thought to reply. At that time, it was even utterly mystified. I tried to go out to find books in general stores, but most of them were incomplete and contained only content that an average person could read. And it wasn't that detailed. I tried going to the city library, but it wasn't what I had hoped for. Moreover, people's eyes look at me with fear and disgust... It made me crazy…

"Stop looking at me…!" I screamed in my mind as I walked home.

It was so overwhelming that even though I knew how to make my wish come true, the one thing I needed most was missing, and I couldn't find it. Every evening, I would come back to my room, filled with piles of letters trying to write all over the state to find that damn book, and then fall asleep from exhaustion.

By the time my hopes were finally answered, it was after my mother passed away. I had run out of options, from my grandfather who was no longer there to teach me, to my damaged books that I could never replace, and then… my mother… Ortis ate her when she brought him Halloween candy, but he seemed so hungry that he ate her. He had no idea what he was doing… and I, who knew everything, was going crazy.

Until now, he still doesn't know that he ate her, and I don't brave enough to tell him the truth. I tried to forget about her death, but in the end, seeing Ortis's face made me realize that she was still inside him…

A letter from Miskatonic University came to me after that. To be honest, I didn't have much of a mind to do anything else after mom passed away. But what kept me gritting my teeth and going forward was my only younger brother, Ortis. I decided to summon my father back so that we could be together in a dimension beyond human perception. Or, if possible, I would like to send my younger brother there. But if possible, I would like to open a dimensional portal to summon the other gods to Earth and create a place where Ortis can live without having to hide.

Because this is not our place, and we were not welcome here from the very beginning…

Dr. Henry Armitage was the one who replied to my letter. He looked very old and could die anytime soon, just like my grandfather who had just passed away. But in my current appearance, even though I was 15 years old, I looked as old as a middle aged man. Maybe that’s why he didn’t treat me like his students in the university. But at least he let me see the complete Necronomicon that I had been looking for a long time and yet he let me copy it. Everything would have been fine if that old geezer hadn’t stood there watching me write like a nosy old lady in the neighborhood. Do you know what privacy is?! And what’s worse is that he wouldn’t let me borrow the book or even take the copy back.

Once again, I wanted to tell him to thank my mother because if it weren't for her raising me, I would have punched him to death with my bare hand. I took a deep breath and immediately asked to leave.

On the way back, the sky gradually darkened until it was dusk. It was like me, no longer had any hope. I wanted to cry right now, but I couldn’t… No one was there to listen to me anymore. Grandpa, Mom, or Ortis who didn’t know anything. I couldn’t tell anyone anymore. But even so, my tears still flowed when I entered the village.

Father… Why?

Why does it have to be like this?

Don’t you love us?

Don’t you love Mom?

Many questions gradually came rushing in, and my knees buckled in front of the door. Then I noticed a white envelope tucked under the door.

It was very strange, apart from the letter from the university, none had been sent to this house. I carefully picked it up before being surprised by the smell of fragrant wood on the paper, along with the sweet smell of icing sugar. I paused for a moment before starting to put my nose close to sniff it again. It was a strange smell, it must be something you can't find in this area. It must be from someone from another place. Without waiting, I started tearing open the envelope to read the letter from the sender.

The cursive handwriting appeared before my eyes. It was as beautiful as a typewriter and as graceful as cursive. It was a letter from a writer named Adam Alderidge.

"Dear Wilbur Whateley, We've heard from people that you're looking for a copy of the Necronomicon. If you don't mind, we'd be happy to lend it to you."

That was the content of the letter. Without hesitation, I turned and ran out of the house immediately, heading straight to the destination the writer had mentioned, which was Adam's house, it was quite a distance away. Because of my inhuman body, I arrived at his mansion in the early morning of the next day.

Perhaps the reason I came this early is because I began to have hope. The hope that appeared when we had nothing left. It was like a miracle that the Lord of mankind often spoke of.

At the front of the Alderidge mansion, which was quite a distance from the nearby town, I walked straight to the gate, feeling exhausted. Then I pressed the doorbell before I heard an old man's voice calling back from the answering machine, his voice not very pleasant.

"Who's that?"

"Greetings, I'm here to see Mr. Adam."

"I asked ‘Who is that?’"

"... I'm... Wilbur Whateley. Mr. Adam wrote me a letter."

I replied, just as irritated as the old man himself. Maybe it was because of that geezer Armitage? But he let me in anyway. I opened the gate softly before walking inside, arriving at the door in no time.

The old man who had spoken opened the door for me before he was startled when he saw my face, which looked no different from a beast in human skin. He immediately moved away from the door. I looked at him without feeling anything towards his rude behavior, just sighed and looked away. I was used to this kind of thing anyway…

"Where's Mr. Adam?" I asked.

"He's in his gallery. Go to the right and then turn left. He's at the end of the hall."

That was all the old geezer said, and he led me, seemingly reluctantly, because he didn't even want to get close to me. As we walked through the halls of the luxurious mansion, I caught a glimpse of the paintings hanging on the walls of his house. It wasn't often that I saw such paintings, and it excited me and made me feel hypnotized.

I used to draw before, but it was charcoal drawings that I had collected from the stove, and they weren't that pretty. It was strange to me to see such colorful paintings.

"Do you like it?"

A soft voice of a man asked, as if to wake me from my deep thoughts. When I turned to look at the owner of the voice, I saw a rainbow of light reflecting in my eyes. He was a small, albino man, dressed neatly and formal, but he looked comfortable. His body was slightly stained with those colors. I guessed that he was an artist and had just come out from his working room. He gave me the same feeling as the paintings hanging there when I looked at him. He looked more elegant than a human being. Especially his eyes, which were white and sparkling with rainbows like opal.

"You... Mr. Adam?" I asked him after I came to my senses.

"You don’t have to be formal with us, Wilbur. We're all brothers. Just call us Adam."

"B-brother? What do you mean?" I asked, and the young man giggled innocently.

"Oh... that's right. We just met. How about we talk in our room? We'll explain everything."

"U-um..."

Mr. Adam smiled at me as he invited me to his room to talk. He had already prepared tea. I had never done anything like this before, and I felt really nervous. But looking at Mr. Adam made me feel like I was in a trance again, just like before.

"Here," he handed me a cup of tea.

"... Actually, there's no need to be formal. I just want to borrow your Necronomicon."

"We know, but it's our first time meeting our blood brothers. That's why we want you to stay and talk."

"So what do you mean by that?" I asked, but he just smiled and said, "Oh, son of Yog Sothoth. Go on and try to guess what it means. It's not beyond your ability."

How did he know I was the son of Yog Sothoth?

Brother?

Don't tell me…

he's…

"Son of Yog Sothoth too? Are you asking that?"

He could read my mind?

"We were created from a part of his knowledge, but now we're using the body of our friend Adam as our vessel." Adam explained with a smile as he slowly sipped his tea.

“So… is that why you could send me a letter even though we didn’t know each other…”

“Hmm, we’ve known you for a long time.”

“Then why… Did you just send it now?!”

As soon as I shouted like that, Adam fell silent, and his hair and eyes turned gray immediately.

“We can explain that, but will you accept it?”

“…”

“No? Isn’t it?” He smiled sadly.

“Please… tell me. I want to know…”

Adam was silent for a while before he started to explain everything.

“In human language, it’s a fate that has already been determined, and we, who are just his children, have no right to change it unless it’s himself…”

“Wait a minute… If that’s the case… Grandpa and Mom’ dead… It was all determined by our father?”

He nodded sadly and continued.

“We know you’ll be angry. ‘Why? Even though you could have made things better, you just ignored it and let it happen?’ If we had to make an excuse, no matter which way, if it was clearly determined, It will always be like that. There is no solution. And to speak ill of him, he didn't care about this from the very beginning and didn't want to do anything about it either."

"... Then... All these years I've done it... What was it...?" I asked.

"Even though I'm sure that I've done the ritual correctly, he never replied... Is it because he didn't love us from the beginning?"

When I learned the cold truth, I started to cry. It was true that the old ones saw humans as just dust in the universe, but... When that perspective came from my own father, it felt like the whole world was falling apart.

"We can't tell either. Even though we are a part of him, sometimes we can't understand his thoughts..."

Adam explained, taking a sip of his tea. While I was lost in my thoughts, I took a sip of the tea in the beautiful glass. But then it was like I was pulled back to reality. My eyes widened slightly in surprise. It made the pale-skinned young man smile.

"Do you like it?"

"I've never drunk anything like this before."

"Margaret bought it for us. You can take it back."

"No..."

I put the cup down and looked at him.

"I'll say it again. I want that Necronomicon... "

"Even if you know the whole truth?" he asked back.

"It's not for him to come back now," I replied.

"Since I can't call my father back, then I'll send my younger brother to live with him instead. I have no one left but him. My grandfather is dead, so is my mother. And he's the only one I won't let anything bad happen to him."

I replied in a firm and serious tone. That made the albino man in front of me go silent for a long time.

"We're sorry. Adam stole it once and we returned it. Plus, the one we had is no longer here."

"What did you say?"

"We know you want it, but it's no longer with us."

Then why did you call me here in the first place...?!

"Watch your language, Wilbur."

"... Sorry..." He answered what I was thinking in my mind, so I couldn't continue. Then I cleared my throat to relieve embarrassment a little, and continued,

"... Then I came for nothing, didn't I?"

"No, we can help you."

"Don't tell me you remember it?"

"Of course we remember its details, but you have to do something for us."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Talk to us."

It was like he was provoking me. If all the gods were this difficult to understand, I couldn't even imagine what my father would be like. I frowned slightly in annoyance before slowly regaining my composure and accepting his request.

"How's your brother?"

"He's fine, but he's eating a lot these days. And after he ate your mom, I didn't dare look at him anymore."

"But you never left him."

"That's true, because he's my only brother right now."

"What about us?"

"... Is it okay to call you like that?"

"You don’t like us?"

"You're a god..."

"Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

"...No... But I..."

"Wilbur, listen."

Adam got up from the couch and walked closer. It made me jolts. I've never looked at anyone this close before, except for my family. Once again, the rainbow light reflected in my eyes. Adam knelt down and stroked my cheek with both hands.

"If you've studied, you'll know. We treat everyone in this dream as a friend. But you're different. You're our sibling, which isn't very common. That's why you're important to us. The reason we want to talk to you is because we want you to know how much we care about you."

I didn't reply to him, but slowly raised my hand to touch Adam's hand and stroked it gently.

"Your hand is soft... like my mother's..."

"Is that so?"

"... She's stroked my cheek like this before. I remember it..."

Adam gave a faint smile before standing up and walking to a nearby bookshelf to get the Necronomicon.

"Wait a minute... You said..."

"It's not the one we're talking about. This one was written by Adam when he called us. The other one isn't really with us anymore."

I widened my eyes when I saw him holding the book I wanted. My body trembled with eagerness. I wanted to take it right away, but I had to control my emotions when I slowly took it from Adam’s hand. But I was shocked.

"No... It's... It's not complete..."

"Let me see." He took it out of my hand and looked at it page by page.

"We haven't opened it for a long time, so we haven't reviewed it. Let us add more details."

"... Why are you helping me?"

"Siblings should help each other. That's all."

After he finished speaking, the young man walked over to pick up a pen to add to his writing. I just stood there, staring at him silently, without saying anything, but my heart was beating so fast that it was going to explode from my chest. After a while, Adam handed it to me, which I humbly accepted and opened to check the details before looking up at the young man in surprise.

"Is it complete?" He asked.

"It's... complete. How did you remember it? When I copied it, it was so much!"

"We are part of Father's knowledge, have you forgotten?" He smiled and cocked his head slightly as if to show his pride. It made me smile. Finally... it came true…!

"I'm relieved." He smiled and rubbed my shoulder when he saw that I was starting to tear up.

"Thank you... Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Wilbur. You can come here anytime."

"I think I'll come to you all the time... yeah... bring him with me… My brother, that gremlin would be happy to know that we have another brother."

"Great, we'll wait."

I smiled back at him as he giggled, then excused myself from the room, feeling much better than before. Maybe it was the first time I didn’t feel so alone. That geezer who was standing outside the room jumped when he saw me rushing out of the room. I shouted goodbye to him and jumped out of the building through the open window.

This is amazing!

I’ve never felt this good in my life.

It was like a whole mess had been lifted off my chest.

It was like my body had never weighed anything before.

Can this be called “high”?

Since childhood until now, I never thought that God really existed, and he was my brother.

Adam! Thank you!! Thank you very much!!

My vision started to blur as I ran back to Dunwich with all my might. It was because the tears streaming down my face were not of sadness, but of joy. I got the Necronomicon I wanted! I could call my father! Now, Ortis and I could finally get out of here!! Or even if that geezer didn't care about us like Adam said, I still had my brother like him who would be with us.

Goodbye to this world, the world that called us a monster, the world that didn't accept both of us. We could finally get out of here!! I jumped around and laughed like a maniac the whole way. It was a good thing that no one was around, or else people would have looked at me strangely. But who care?! It didn't matter anymore. If I could, I would have shouted at those idiots!!

The distance between Adam’s mansion and Dunwich was quite far, but with my strength that was greater than a human's, it would only take a day to get there. But when night came, I saw lights shining from the valley of Dunwich.

It's impossible.

Why did a village so far away from civilization have such lights shining out?

Or is it-

"Ortis!!"

It was as I thought. At the end of the village, the house in my memory was burning. The smoke was thick and the sky was dark with ashes that fell like snow. In front of them, there were many people holding torches. I tried to break through the path to go straight to the house.

"Wilbur! That's Wilbur!!" The villagers shouted before trying to grab me.

What happened?! Don't tell me it's because I borrowed the Necronomicon?! It was that old Armitage's work?! How did he know?! Because of what I copied?! How could you know that much?! I pulled out my gun and shot anyone who tried to get to me. I finally made it to the house. No one tried to follow me, which was good. I ran up to the second floor, which was rapidly collapsing. I saw Ortis sweeping things onto himself. He cried out, but when he saw me, he ran over to me.

"Brother!!" He shouted.

"What happened?! Why did they do this!!" He asked.

"There's no time to explain. We need to get out!!"

In addition to the burning sound, I could hear the barking of dogs outside. It made me shiver, but there was no time to be scared. The safety of my only brother came first! I picked up Ortis and rushed out the window. Then I jumped into the deep forest behind the house and stepped on a branch. It seemed that someone had noticed that we had escaped. We had to race against time!

I jumped from one branch to another. At least those stupid dogs wouldn't be able to hurt me if I didn't step on the ground. The branches broke off one by one. The villagers' voices and the bullets chased after me. I tried to quicken my pace. The hill was getting closer and closer, but I noticed that there was a light on the hill itself. It wasn't a torch, but a flashlight. The full moon shone down on the hill. I saw a man in formal clothes standing there. It was that old geezer Armitage and his group.

I stopped in front of them. In their hands were a shotgun. My pistol definitely wouldn't be enough. They also had magic powder and Necronomicon. Don't tell me they knew how to get rid of the old one?! And then there were the villagers who were chasing after me along with the dogs. We were cornered... We were cornered.

"Old bastard..." I gritted my teeth in anger. I didn't think that an old man close to death like you would be able to stop me.

I couldn't open the book because I was holding Ortis. Even if I used my tail, it wouldn't be in time. It would take only a split second to deal with them before they shot me with a shotgun. But if I could deal with them, the approaching dogs would definitely get the chance to attack me. And if I ran, we wouldn't have a chance to perform the ritual. This place would be destroyed when they found out our entire plan! Either way, we'd die or turn into jelly.

This is bad!!

"B-Brother, these people are-"

"Ortis..." I hugged him tightly, trying to hold back the tears, but I couldn't. Thinking that this would be our last moment, I couldn't accept it anymore.

"I love you... I'm sorry we didn't get to see our father together."

"What did you say?!"

I threw Ortis away from me as far as possible, then picked up the Necronomicon to summon my father. At least if I died, Ortis would be with him. As soon as I opened the book, it was at the same moment that the librarian's group aimed to shoot me. The book was pierced with many holes by the bullets. And at such a close range, my body must have been torn apart. I saw my own blood splattering and everything gradually darkened.

Humans are afraid of death because they cannot escape it. Ortis and I, being creatures that never aged, were curious about that. Until the day my grandfather and mother passed away, I understood how scary it was.

I was scared...

I never thought that darkness could be this scary.

I tried to open my eyes.

I tried to move my body.

But it didn't work.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't control my body.

This must be the same as the day my grandfather passed away. He was lying lifeless and motionless on the bed. Am I going to be like that too? I don't hear any whippoorwills around here. Does that mean they won't get my soul?

Ortis...

What about Ortis?

Will he…

"..."

"You're awake now?"

That voice is…

"A-Adam?"

"Good morning, my dear brother."

The first light of dawn should be the sun, but I see Adam's light shining in. At first, I thought I was dead, but when my sight was clearer, I found myself in a clean bedroom. It was definitely not mine, and this wasn't my house either.

"What happened? This is..."

"Our mansion."

"H-huh? W-how is that? Ortis? What about Ortis?!"

Adam pointed to me with a smile. When I looked back, I saw Ortis lying next to me, but his body had shrunk to the size of a child, and my body had also been healed. What happened? I turned to Adam in confusion.

"Ortis helped you escape."

"H-huh?"

"Last night, he held your body and successfully escaped. His body got smaller because he spat out what he ate to buy time. And as you can see, he brought you here and waited until you woke up."

"How long did I sleep?"

"Two days."

"..."

This is a miracle.

A complete miracle!

We both survived and were rescued!

I found myself smiling. How long has it been since I smiled like this? It must have been after my grandfather passed away and my mother... Adam slowly got up and hugged me while lightly stroking my back. It made me cry.

How long has it been since I felt this tenderness?

Adam let go of me and said he would prepare food for me and Ortis to rest comfortably and I did that because it was the first time I felt safe and warm after it was just me and Ortis. I lay down and lightly stroked his hair before saying goodnight to him and falling asleep.

After that day, news about Dunwich Village appeared in the newspapers, saying that someone had attempted to perform some ritual in the high valley of Dunwich, which was the rural village of Arkham. The culprit escaped, but Dr. Henry Armitage had gone insane and had to be admitted to the asylum. The others in the village had fled the area, thinking it was a curse. I think the reason that old geezer went insane was because he saw the real form of Ortis after using the magic powder. It serves him right because he puts himself into this mess in the first place.

We continued to live with Adam after that. Everything was fine until that old man,Graham, passed away, and Adam decided to sell the mansion to travel. Of course, I had no problem with this. As long as I was with him and Ortis, I am ready to follow him anywhere.

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Weird West AU -U'rahn-

Title: The Original Adventurre of Rrhan the Ridin' Lion Featuring: Desert Walkers AU by @scrollsfromarebornrealm , @saesama 's Klynt Gohtawyn Characters: Rhan Chai (U'rahn Nuhn), Dulia-Chai, Brother Themis, Fordola Lupus, Arenvald Lentinus Notes: Thanks for letting me play with everyone!

Rrhan’s eyes narrowed as a suspicious man wiped a cowpie off his boot on the front of the Saltlick Saloon. His fingers twitched, dancing over the airspace over his pistol, ready to draw should the man continue to disrespect the beloved town landmark. He hesitated though, thinking the man could possibly just have not had the privilege of good parentage and townfolk to raise him better. Still, he followed the man into the good establishment unable to shake the bad feeling crawling in the pit of his stomach. His gut feeling was right. He hated that.

“Whiskey, two fingers. And the nimblest lass you got,” the man ordered as he took a seat at the bar.

“This ain’t that kind of establishment,” the madam said, leaning over the counter with her brow furrowed.

“I beg to differ,” the man said, leaning back and brushing his jacket back to show off his heat.

The proprietress’s eyes widened as she stepped back in fear. The music stopped. Her staff gasped, some of the women folk even fainting at the sight of the man’s weapon. The men just tilted their hats down, not wanting to draw attention to themselves in case the villain got trigger happy and wanted to make an example.

Gritting his teeth, Rrahn stepped forward, hand resting over his pistol as he starred daggers into the man’s back. “The madam said this ain’t that kind of establishment,” he growled.

The man turned on his stool, then cracked his neck before standing up. “What’s a little kitty cat going to do about it,” he taunted before thrusting his hand down into his holster, quick drawing his gun.

“This,” Rrahn answered in turn, outdrawing the other and firing into his shoulder.

Silence fell over the room as the shot rang out. The villain dropped to his knees, cursing loudly as he started to spurt out a little blood. Soon the room was filled with applause and hootin’ and hollerin’ in praise of their hero who simply gave a slight bow and a tilt of his hat.

“Thata’ boy Rrhan,” Kemakka praised, wandering in from outside and clasping his hand tightly on the young man’s shoulder before striding in to handcuff the bleeding man.

“Drinks are on me,” the madam praised, “For our hero Rrhan Chai! The Ridin’ Lion!”

“Rrhan! Rrhan! Rrhan!” the patrons started to chant.

Rrhan beamed as he was praised, nodding his head to each of the patrons as his named echoed about in his ears.

“Rrhan! Rrhan!” they continued.

He’d never felt soon seen. So appreciated. Coming into the saloon, his good priest friend smiled and in a fit of passion, Rrhan dipped him and stole a kiss before beaming at him as he lightly touched his face.

“RRHANALD CHAI! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT SIN DEN RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

Rhan jumped as he found his face drawn in toward an old mop, his mother’s voice calling at him from the road. He turned, finding her glaring at him as he stood near the window of the Saltlick, having been outside looking in. As he went to protest, the madam stomped out, rag dolling the man he’d followed up the steps by the scruff of his shirt before giving him an effortless chuck into the horse trough. “Come back when you learn yerself some manners,” the proprietress said before turning to head to see Rrhan standing there with a mop.

“You ain’t supposed to be up here,” she said before looking at Dulia-Chai as she strode forward to the porch to grab her son by the ear. “Oi Oi! Mom! That hurts,” he hissed as he was pulled away.

“Madam Gohtawyn. I am terribly sorry my darling boy is interfering with your establishment. He seems to think him so much more grown than he is,” Dulai apologized before starting to tug Rrhan down as he whined in embarrassment, catching a group of his peers watching from across the way.

“Ain’t no thing Mrs. Chai. If he’s itchin’ for work though seems he found himself a mop and is ready to go. I could put him to use,” Klynt mused.

“Oh, there’s no need for that. I’ll see that he keeps himself busier with schoolwork and helping Brother Themis at the chapel,” Dulia answered, shaking her head as she pulled Rrhan back toward their carriage.

Klynt beamed at Rrhan with a knowing grin. “I think he’ll find his time much better spent on his knees with the good priest then. I do hope you’ll come with the good Mayor soon though. A round will be on me!”

Rhahn’s face erupted into crimson as Klynt chuckled at him while his mother paused. “My husband you say. I should just go see how he’s doing. Well Rrhanald, you heard Miss Gothawyn. Off to the church with you. I’m sure Brother Themis can put your idle hands to work. I need to go find your father.

Rrhan stumbled away, rubbing his ear as he turned to head toward the old chapel on the far side of the town. “Y-yes ma’am!”

“While you’re there be sure to tell ‘im all your impure thoughts and ask forgiveness. Mine too for that matter,” Klynt called out with another laugh before returning to her business.

Rhahn hurried away, running straight for the church less his mother or Klynt found another way to embarrass him further. Arriving at the old chapel, he let himself in then found a pew to collapse back into, arms behind his head.

“Rrahn? Are you hiding from your mother again,” Themis’s voice asked in its unusually deep timber.

Rrhan opened his eyes, finding the other’s intense blue eyes gazing down at him. He swallowed, the priest’s hand extending to brush over his cheek then brush his hair from his face. “Are you alright? Your face is red, and you feel a bit damp. Wait here and I’ll bring you some water.”

Rrhan had opened his mout to correct the other, but as usual Themis was quick to act. Before he knew it, the priest had returned and moved to sit beside him to help him up and force the water into his hand. “Thank you,” Rrhan said smiling before downing the glass then wiping his chin. “Nothing happened though. Just got caught up in my daydream is all.”

“I see. Pretending yourself to be the town’s hero again?” Themis mused in more of a statement rather than question. “I am sure if you would just ask Kemakka he would take you on as a deputy.”

Rrhan lowered his ears. “Yeah, but…My folks would never let me do that. My mom would worry about me getting hurt or worse and then bother my dad about it until he did something about it.”

Themis sighed then reached over lightly to take U’rahn’s hand into his own, lacing their fingers together. “Well, you should trust that the Zodiark will guide you to the right path. There are more ways to be a hero.”

They sat in silence a moment, Rrhan nodding a little as he gently stroked his thumb over Themis’s knuckle. “Well, yeah. That Ridin’ Lion is doing some good work with the Night Pride,” he said, turning to look at Themis.

Themis shifted, frowning a bit as he looked back at his friend. “And there are worse ways too. As grateful as the church is…Ill-gotten money might draw it unfavorable interest. Not to mention if anything happened to…to the Ridin’ Lion. I would feel personally responsible.”

“No no. You shouldn’t. Don’t ever worry about him ‘cause nothin’ will stop him from coming back to you, er…to help the church,” Rrahn assured him.

The two stared into one another’s eyes for a moment before letting them start to close as they drew in close. As their lips met, the doors to the chapel flung open, causing them to part immediately and look away. Behind them, Fordola pushed Arenvald inside, the latter clearing his throat. “There you are Rrahn.”

“If you’re done harassing the priest, we’ve got a job to get ready for,” Fordola huffed, already starting to turn Arenvald about in preparation to leave.

Rrhan’s ears and tail flit upward at the proposition. “Really Really? Another already? Let’s GOOOOOO!”

Themis laughed then stood before getting up to give the trio a little bow. “Please be careful with Rrahn. He came to me looking a bit flushed. May Zodiark watch over you.”

Fordola and Arenvald looked to one another then gave Themis a nervous smile, neither one for the religious sort, especially that of the forgotten god. “I’ll make sure to keep an eye on him. I’m sure if I can’t, ‘Dola will.”

“I’ll return him to you more or less in the way you’ve left him with us,” Fordola shrugged before starting to push Arenvald out of the chapel. “C’mon Rrhan.”

“Right right! Just uh- Gimme a sec and I’ll catch up,” he called out as his friends wheeled off ahead of him.

Themis recoiled a little as Rhan turned, stepping forward to take his hand again. “You shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

Rrhan nodded lightly then drew in close again. “Well…you see. We did it again. Y’know…smoo-“

“Rrhan. You really shouldn’t keep them waiting. If your mother catches you before you get out of town I doubt you will be able to join your friends in whatever business you’ll be getting up to this evening,” Themis interrupted, squeezing Rrhan’s hand before letting go.

Rrhan frowned lightly before feeling the priest’s lips on his cheek before he pulled away. Swallowing, Rrhan backed away, tilting his hat toward Themis before hurrying out the door after his friends, excited for the evening’s adventure to come.

#desertwalkers #weird west au #wild west #u'rahn nuhn #themis #klynt gohtaywn #fordola rem lupis #arenvald lentinus #ridin' lion #night pride #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #dulia-chai

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darklight-owl · 2 months ago

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Highlights from the Mother Mother concert because I'm still crazy abt it

Listen idk where to start because the second it started i became the irl version of that one guy in ATLA who starts cheering and foaming at the mouth and faints

The theater was tiny so we were SUPER close to the stage. Got a full view of everything it was perfect

The guitar solos went CRAZYYYYY how does this man do that

Problems my fucking Beloved. Everyone was screaming.

Body was hands down the best song. The energy from the stage was just unmatched.

Ryan darling I know you didn't mean it but giving that whole speech about how much you love Chile and how cool the Santiago fans have been and then immediately singing Dirty Town was unintentionally hilarious.

By the way can I talk about how sweet Ryan Guldemond was. He put a chilean flag around his shoulders. He gave this whole speech about how they want to keep coming back here and how if there's any young artists in the crowd he wants to watch THEM perform someday. He engaged with the audience a lot and after the concert he stayed onstage for a while to shake hands with people. At one point people started chanting "mijito rico" I don't think he knew what the fuck we were saying but he still went "thank you ☺️" that was funny.

Anyway I got a newfound appreciation for Sleep Awake. Molly's voice is angelic and it's so sweet how the song was written especially for her.

I also have a new appreciation for Verbatim despite the fact I already liked that song because nothing compares to screaming your lungs out after the first chorus with a stadium full of people

Little Pistol caught me off guard, it's not one of the most popular songs but it's one of my favs. Kinda sad they shortened it but it was beautiful regardless.

My only criticism is that it was so SHORT. I could have kept going for an hour more tbh but I guess touring is very tiring so I get it. Amazing experience happiest I've ever been I wanna go back

#had to jump through a lot of hoops to get there too. I'm exhausted.#when I said nothing would stop me from going I fucking meant it #God I love Mother Mother. I still can't believe they came to lil' ol' Chile :']#Ryan said Santiago is the top listening city for their 9 most popular songs but imma be real i don't buy that lmao there's no way

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sinful-morningstar · 1 year ago

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Spartober day 17 Gunslinger (VerDante)

Author's note: Sorry i didnt post last night something came up but i managed to write this while recovering from a hangover so its kinda short and sweet and as per usual i canr write about Dante without Vergil and i cant write about Vergil without Dante (or Nero..or Sparda...) anyways Enjoy todays (Technically yesterday's) prompt! Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 (I use a combination of SparTober and Devil MayTober Prompts ) 17: Gunslinger (VerDante) Vergil and Dante stood in the underworld fighting off the monsters that came their way, slaying them all down one by one, back to back the Sparda twins did their best to defend themselves and each other.

The older Sparda twin couldn't pry his eyes off of Dante who used a swift mixture of the Rebellion and his beloved pistols Ebony and Ivory, an odd name for such weaponry but he admired the way Dante moved and how he would say a clever quip while taking the monsters down.

Their eyes met as a dust of pink showed up on their cheeks; they both had a knack for showing off especially to one another in an odd attempt of not just competitiveness but also a form of flirting this duel of wits and weapons clashing together while they worked together as a truly dynamic duo.

As the battle raged on in the dark and fiery realm of the underworld, Vergil and Dante continued to stand back to back, their trust in each other unshaken by the relentless hordes of monstrous creatures. The scent of sulphur and brimstone filled the air as they unleashed their formidable powers against the unholy forces that assailed them.

Vergil couldn't help but admire the grace with which Dante moved, his long, Silver hair swaying in the heat of battle. With each swing of Rebellion and each bullet fired from Ebony and Ivory, Dante made it seem like a lethal dance, his movements both fluid and deadly. The playful quips that rolled off Dante's tongue only added to the charismatic flair he brought to the battle, and it was impossible for Vergil not to be captivated by his brother's bravado.

Dante, too, found himself drawn to Vergil. His elder brother's stoic determination and precision in combat were like a finely crafted masterpiece. The way Vergil effortlessly dispatched foes with his Yamato sword and summoned arcane magic left Dante in awe. He admired Vergil's brooding intensity, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence that could silence even the fiercest storm.

Their eyes locked again, sparks of unspoken words passing between them. The dusty pink blush on their cheeks deepened as their playful banter continued, a symphony of flirtatious teasing.

"You know, Vergil, I thought you said you'd handle the tough ones," Dante quipped as he shot a line of demons with Ebony and Ivory.

Vergil smirked, his voice cool and composed, "I merely left them for you as an appetiser, little brother."

Dante chuckled as he executed a daring flip to avoid a charging demon, "Always keeping me on my toes, aren't you, big bro?"

Their laughter mixed with the sounds of battle, a unique harmony that only the Sparda twins could create. They were, after all, cut from the same otherworldly cloth, each born of their demon father and human mother. The competition and camaraderie between them were as much a part of their nature as the demon blood that coursed through their veins.

In the heat of the battle, their flirtatious sparring with words and glances continued, and it was clear that they enjoyed this dance as much as the one with their weapons. They were a formidable duo, not only in terms of combat skills but also in their ability to draw strength and support from each other.

As the last of the monsters fell, Vergil and Dante stood victorious, their eyes still locked, and their smiles revealing more than words ever could. In the underworld's fiery glow, they knew they would always be each other's greatest rivals and closest confidants, a Swordsman and a Gunslinger whose bond was as unbreakable as the weapons they wielded.

They met in the middle as they stood toe to toe, their eyes locked on one another while they drew in closer. Dante’s hair falling in his face as he let out a fond chuckle, Vergil humming with amusement in turn. The tension between them was prominent with each step they took moving closer their hearts beat as one.

Dante's fingers brushed a lock of his unruly hair back, revealing his mischievous grin. "You know, Vergil," he mused, his voice a low rumble, "I think we make a pretty good team."

Vergil's eyes sparkled with a rare warmth, his lips curving into a half-smile. "Perhaps. But don't let it go to your head, little brother."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Dante leaned in, his breath warm against Vergil's cheek. "You've got to admit, Verg ," he murmured, "we're unstoppable together."

Vergil's breath caught in his throat, a surge of something electric coursing through him. He met Dante's gaze, his own eyes holding a fierce intensity. "Indeed, little brother," he replied, his voice a low, intimate murmur, "we are."

The pair leaned in close, letting their weapons rest to the side of them clutched in their hands, they were mere inches away from each other, their breath ghosting on one another’s lips.

“Dante~” Vergil purred sweetly, his tone soft and gentle.

Dante sighed as he moved closer “Cmon Vergil..just once…” he pleaded with a whisper.

Time seemed to stand still as they hovered in that charged space, their worlds colliding and merging in a way that felt both inevitable and right. As if pulled by a shared gravity, their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a moment of sweet surrender, a testament to all that had brought them to this point, a promise of what was yet to come.

In that fiery realm of the underworld, the gunslingers stood united, their hearts beating as one, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them next. They were a force to be reckoned with, a pair of kindred spirits bound by more than blood, destined to conquer whatever trials came their way, together.

#spardacest #spartober 2023 #dante x vergil #vergil x dante #danver #verdante

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cerezzzita · 2 years ago

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Info dump about your OCs bestie!

Hey, Sylvie! Sorry for the late answer btw, and in advance, I wanna say that the info dumps here are mostly about Millie and Evangeline, and they came from a talk I had with someone a month ago and is slightly edited, but ahem! Let's see it!

When I firstly wrote Evangeline, right after joining the DMC fandom two years ago, she was more like a counterpart of Dante than her actual own character, but thank god I changed that; she still can be considered his counterpart, though, since she's born from a angel with a human woman and he's born from a demon with a human woman. Anyways, Evangeline is more on the calm, serene side, usually being descript as that mature friend that you can always rely on because they'll always try to help you or comfort you no matter what. She is also very patient, collected and a bit childish — not the bad kind of childish, y'know, it's just that she was raised a bit far from mundane things and when she sees them for the first time she mostly gets excited and amused, and she have a thing for simplicity. Evangeline never asks too much, she just want to love and be loved, she cares and want to be cared, and trust me, she does loves Dante very much (right after their mutual pining, by the way). After all, he was her first in mostly everything related to love/mutual feelings field. Evangeline's also the smooth, silky type of flirter, she always knows how to make Dante go goo goo eyes for her and vice-versa. She's genuine, and hates any kind of betrayal. Her younger self also had a difficult time speaking of her feelings, gladly that changed as she matured. Evangeline's family is everything for her, she values them with her full heart and soul, her daughter Evelynn is her most beloved treasure, because she sees her more than just a being she and Dante concieved; she's her and Dante's second change to make things right.

Evangeline's also a Devil Hunter, and her kit is pretty similar to Dante's: she owns two platinum-like pistols named Grace & Glory and a spear (sidenote: angels, in my concept, don't really like or see the need for swords, they rather prefer spears) named Adamant. She also owns very diverse types of Devil Arms, they're still a wip, by the way.

Now for a bit of her past, Evangeline was born and raised in a far but stunning city named Caelumia — mostly known for the wealth and for the status of "The Doorway to Heaven", because, secretly, the city it is the angels' doorway so they can enter the Human World, but only a few can pass through. Her surname is Celiath and came from her mother, Rachel, a single human woman, and her father is named Hamaliel, a high-class angel. Yeah, I could say more buuut you'll have to read my future fic!

Now, onto Millie. Her real name being Millicent, she's more that laid-back, relaxed friend you have, y'know. She mostly appears to not give a damn about anything, so much that she's indifferent with the fact that demons exists and was kinda surprised but didn't made a big deal when she discovered that Dante was a half-demon. Pretty much like Evangeline, she's calm and usually don't let her feelings get the best of her, since her work as a pawner can and will be stressful enough depending on the customer she has; and yes, Dante's her favourite. Why? Because Millie have a thing for the "occult", and as said before, she doesn't give a damn about demons, she rather like to have things from them, and she makes sure Dante will always bring her some Orbs or even little bottles with demonic fluids. That girl is crazy, I tell you that. She also is the best in her line of work and always knows how to gain and keep money, a ironic contrast with Dante, so that's why she decided that he and she should be friends; and even that the both of them are full grown-ass adults, they tend to behave like two teenagers. Millie really cherishes his friendship because she doesn't let most people close to her (for tragic backstory reasons), he's an exception. She may be kinda tough on the outside, but she's a softie on the inside.

As stated above, Millie owns a pawn shop that is basically located in the end of the street where Devil May Cry shop is, and it came from her grandparents. Her shop is known for not being a regular one, since you mostly finds there itens that are related to Devil Hunters, and in fact they look for her shop so they can find something of their use. She's not a good body-to-body fighter but her aim is impeccable and she owns a kit with shotguns and rifles, when she have to deal with some not pleasant client.

And I guess that's all, for now! Thank you for stopping by!

#cerezzz.askz #dmc ocs

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letrune · 2 years ago

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I just sit there, bored out of my skull, waiting in patience for the rescue that will come eventually. The men wih the guns are talking on which container I should be in when I feel the world... Shift.

A kidnapper walks to the front door to check the uneasy feeling when the door slams open and a couple commandos move in, their Vietnam-War era kit shaking around. Behind them, two Russian men hop over the guy on the floor, shaking their swords like they are about to dice up some of the guys. The kidnappers shoot but they realise that their pistols are not enough firepower against people with M-16s and the firefight ends very soon as a couple policemen come in with all sorts of uniforms.

Then, my beloved. He has a steel helmet on his head but he still wears the usual suit and as he sees me, I feel everything is all right.

"I knew you will come!"

"I am lucky I got so many volunteers for this rescue. Your mother and I were both worried."

"Oh? Where is she?"

"She said she will wait a little. It is not yet autumn."

We hug and his crew leave in the door that opens not to the outside, but to the beyond. We kiss and I bid him goodbye.

You have been kidnapped by a human trafficking ring, & it’s unlikely that the authorities can recover you at this point. Unfortunately for your kidnappers, your SO is a member of the Greek pantheon.

#writing prompt

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capricioussun · 21 days ago

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Omg a Spotify wrapped trade!

Someone already did 10 but mine is funny cause it’s literally Who’s the (Bat)Man

51. Movie Star by CIX

92. NEMONEMO by Yena my beloved omg I love this song so much it’s so glitterpen

Anddd 43. You’re Telling Me A SHRIMP Fried This Rice?! By Jamie Paige

That is funny, and I will definitely add it to the songs to look up 😂 AND shrimp fried rice and glitter pen music? You spoil me <3

51. Little Pistol - Mother Mother

92. Mezzanine - The Technicolors

43. Sibling Rivalry - PUP

Idk how you did it, but congrats on hitting a home run of songs I want to make UF animatics with ajdjfjsjdj

#I forgor tags good lird #but man little pistol especially...ough #I love music!!!!!!#stari-hun #clear sky sunset

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madhousedarry · 2 months ago

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The Omen: Legacy of Lunacy | Chapter 14

"Tell me, my dear, where and when were you born?" Nar-Tai asked him.

"In Fuckanovo, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Job-Title," replied Private Skovorodnikov.

"And the date, name the date!" Nar-Tai tugged at him.

"May 18, 1982," the blond blurted out without hesitation.

"Interesting," Nar-Tai scratched his chin, then turned to the brunette. "Where and when were you born?"

The brunette, who had been standing motionless all this time, like a wax figure, came to life in an instant when he was addressed personally and, taking a step forward, saluted with one hand, while continuing to grip the handle of the pistol with the other, the barrel of which pointed directly at his right boot.

"In Fuckanovo, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Job-Title, May 18, 1982," he rattled off like a robot, the same thing that Private Skovorodnikov had said before.

"What's your name?" Nar-Tai asked him in a familiar manner.

"Ilya Silantyev, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Job-Title," the brunette replied.

"Strange, very strange," Nar-Tai crossed his arms. "And I thought… Well, it doesn't matter," and with these name of Depeche Mode's song he turned back to the blond. "And what is your full name?"

"Anton Andreevich Skovorodnikov, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Job-Title," the blond answered him.

He was clearly nervous: it was obvious even to the naked eye that his eyes were darting from side to side. It seemed that just a little more and he would rush out of the office, if not for the presence of Jorge Osorio and Deadend Graver.

Nar-Tai, laughing inwardly at his uncertainty, turned to the frowning colonel:

"Please explain to me how it is that both of these privates have the same birthday, and on top of that, it coincides with the day that that whore was born?" with these words, he winked meaningfully at Ando Minamoto, who clenched his fists at these words, perfectly understanding that they were talking about his beloved Asia Vieira.

"Are you an idiot?" Deadend Graver yelled at him in a deep voice. "Haven't you figured out yet that both of these privates are clone soldiers?"

"What?" Nar-Tai was incredibly surprised. "So, that means…"

"And you thought that our units are made up of living soldiers who crawled out of their mothers' rotten herring-smelling, fucked-up cunts, right?" the colonel continued in a mocking tone. "We don't have a single such private here! Everyone, absolutely everyone who serves with us, is none other than bio-soldiers, created thanks to the support of our highly respected boss Jorge Osorio!" with his last words, the gray-moustached colonel bowed to the ground to the latter.

Nar-Tai didn't know what to think about this situation. He looked from his friend Ando, first to Colonel Deadend Graver, then to both conscripts, and then stopped at Jorge Osorio. He looked up at him (well, he wasn't tall, what could he do!) with a look that seemed like he was about to laugh at him.

Finally, Nar-Tai found the strength to ask the most important person in this place, namely Jorge Osorio, directly:

"Is this all true?" he nodded towards the colonel.

Jorge, arms crossed over his chest, was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head to meet Nar-Tai's gaze and said in his usual calm voice:

"I told you back in Alma-Thou that I would take you to a place where you would see my bio-soldiers. Well, I have fulfilled my promise. What else did you want from me?" and he added very quietly: "I don't know what you have imagined, but I can assure you - all these soldiers really were created according to my design. And if you don't believe me, I can prove it - and I will even show you exactly how they are born!"

"I don't really feel like it," Nar-Tai answered honestly, his head spinning from the impressions that had poured out on him. "You know…" and he made a vague gesture with his hand. "I'm not a fan of getting to the bottom of things, a superficial acquaintance is enough for me, as they say. But you, Comrade Colonel…" he turned to Deadend Graver. "You're a clone too, right?"

The colonel seemed about to burst - his cheeks, covered with grey stubble, swelled like balloons, and steam came out of his nose like a bull in the cold. But he restrained himself and limited himself to muttering through his teeth:

"Yes, I am a clone. So what? Does that make me any less worthy of your respect?" He glared at Nar-Tai from under his bushy brows.

Nar-Tai realized that his words had hit home. He felt as if he had won a moral victory over everyone else in this situation. But he didn't show it.

Instead, he nodded and turned to Private Skovorodnikov, who looked ready to sink into the ground as he stood with his head down in the pose of a man facing a firing squad, his face as white as chalk.

"And you, my dear fellow, continue," said Nar-Tai peacefully.

"I don't understand you, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Job-Title," the blond replied.

"First of all, stop calling me comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Job-Title," Nar-Tai began to explain, having gathered his patience. "Address me as comrade drill instructor, that's my position, right?"

With these words, he glanced at Jorge Osorio. He nodded, and Nar-Tai continued:

"And secondly, how come you didn't understand me - you were supposed to tell me and all the gentlemen gathered here how the hell the bag with all those contents was found?"

And with that he impatiently pointed to the table, on which were laid out a gutted sports bag, a strange syringe, tweezers, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, half a pickle, a small shot glass with a chipped edge, and a red box with a handle, on the lid of which was depicted a stylized scallop, signed with the name of a Analdian big-assed whore.

"So go ahead, tell me," Nar-Tai said after a pause. "Just don't waste time and tell everything as it was!"

The blond, as it seemed to Nar-Tai, was not prepared for such a turn of events. He looked up at him, in which Nar-Tai read that he did not understand how it was possible to speak to him in such a tone.

But then the meaning of Nar-Tai's words reached him and his face distorted with horror. Soon he finally suppressed his unreasonable fear and launched into an explanation.

"I, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Jo…" he began, but, noticing the evil glint in Nar-Tai's eyes, he stopped mid-sentence, after which he continued in a calmer tone:

"So, I, comrade drill instructor, together with comrade Silantyev, rushed in pursuit of the clone soldier number eighteen point zero five and, having left the barracks, crossed the parade ground during this procedure and discovered that this freak had jumped out of the gate. Of course, I, together with comrade Silantyev, immediately repeated his maneuver and left the territory of the military unit. And then I look - on the street, right in front of the gate, stands the sergeant Nitwitted Neff. Of course, I wanted to shout at him to immediately detain clone soldier number eighteen point zero five, but he got ahead of my thoughts, shouting: "Stop! I'll shoot!" and confirming his words, he fired a volley. Of course, I…" here the blond faltered and fell silent.

Nar-Tai understood his confusion from the hateful look in Jorge Osorio's eyes: he clearly wanted to say something harsh about Anton Skovorodnikov's manner of telling the story, but then, apparently unable to find the words to express his feelings for this man with a pale face, he soon stopped boring into him with his eyes.

Private Skovorodnikov, as if waking up, continued:

"I thought that sergeant Nitwitted Neff had shot me, and I immediately fell to the ground to avoid his bullets, and I saw clone soldier number eighteen point zero five running up to him and shouting in his ear: "Why are you standing there, sergeant? Can't you see that the man is running away?" and then he turned his back on him and ran forward up the street. And Nitwitted Neff himself didn't want to stand still any longer and rushed into the barracks yard, where all of our fellow soldiers had already poured out of the mess hall in full force. And then I realized that something was wrong here - why didn't the sergeant do his job and detain this freak? I was about to rush after him - after the freak, that is - in pursuit, but then I racked my brains and realized that he couldn't run far - after all, he had nowhere to go! And so I returned to the barracks. And so, when I entered the barracks and saw there, bending over the bunk of clone soldier number eighteen point zero five, comrade Silantyev, with a bag in his hands, I realized that he had evidence in his hands! I immediately ran up to him and said: "Listen, Br'er Rabbit, what is that in your hands?" And he answered me: "This, Br'er Fox, is some kind of bullshit, I don't know what it was, but it was lying right under that faggot's bunk!" And of course, I immediately realized what it was.

"So what is this in your opinion, Private Skovorodnikov?" Deadend Graver boomed with steel in his voice and fire in his eyes.

"I think," the blond expressed his thought, "that it was a stash that he hid under his bunk so that he would have something to drink from. You can see for yourself," he pointed to the table, "that he had whiskey and a pickle there!"

Everyone present in the office, with the exception of privates Skovorodnikov and Silantyev, burst into laughter - even Jorge Osorio himself and Colonel Deadend Graver.

And only Nar-Tai remained completely serious. He realized that his guess was correct - but not entirely: he decided to check it again and asked the blond with some irritation in his voice:

"If this is a stash, then what were these things doing in it?" and he pointed to the table, on which, in addition to innocent gadgets and gimmicks, were laid out a strange syringe, tweezers and a red box with a handle, on the lid of which was depicted a stylized scallop, signed with the name of a Analdian big-assed whore.

The blond was in no hurry to answer. He looked at Nar-Tai with an expression as if he wanted to say: "Think about it yourself!", but then he answered:

"I think, comrade I-Don't-Know-How-Your-Jo…" and he hesitated again.

But Nar Tai had already figured it out himself: it was a tool used to extract genetic material so that a clone bio-soldier could be created on its basis.

He even roughly imagined this process - this syringe with a curved needle is inserted into the vagina of a slut who has lustfully spread her legs, after which, having sucked a little mucous membrane from the walls of her vagina, they pull the needle back out and then open this red box, in which, as Nar-Tai was sure, there were tiny test tubes.

So they open this innocent-looking lunch box and, using tweezers to unscrew the cap - this is so as not to bring fat from their fingers or bacteria on the sterile surface of the test tube - they carefully inject the contents of the syringe into it, after which they again use tweezers to screw the cap back on and, having closed the red box, tell the donor whore that she is free, after which they put everything in a sports bag and go to the lab, where they hand over the material obtained during this procedure so that in nine months - and Nar-Tai had no doubt that it takes the same amount of time for a clone embryo to develop as it does for a "natural" person - they can take a naked-assed clone baby out of the artificial incubator and give it to the family of some important military official, who is privy to the secret of the origin of the seemingly innocent baby.

Everything is simple and clear, but there was just one thing Nar-Tai couldn't understand - why the hell did this mysterious clone soldier number eighteen point zero five decide to hide this toolkit under his bed? It would be the same as if a person born many years ago within the walls of some maternity hospital suddenly showed up there under cover of darkness and stole some height chart or obstetric stethoscope!

This did not fit into his head, and so he asked Anton Skovorodnikov, who was standing like a pillar.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me what kind of gadgets and gizmos you found in the stash of clone soldier number eighteen point zero five. You better explain to me what you and your comrade Silantyev did when you found that bag under his bunk?"

Anton Skovorodnikov immediately perked up and said:

"What did we do? We didn't do anything," he answered, and there was a note of resentment in his voice. "We wanted to put these things back under the bunk where we found them, but then Comrade Colonel came to our barracks and we…"

"Private Skovorodnikov!" Deadend Graver cut him off sharply. "And you, Silantyev!" he angrily barked at the other. "I can see from your faces that you both didn't want to do that at all!" and he pointed his finger at Skovorodnikov. "I saw with my own eyes how you uncorked the bottle, and how your comrade put a shot glass under it! You both violated the rule about the inviolability of a soldier's personal belongings! You should be court-martialed for that!" and he suddenly began to seethe with anger.

Then, having laughed heartily at his joke about the tribunal for clone soldiers, he again assumed a serious look, as if remembering something important, and turned to Jorge Osorio.

"What am I supposed to do with these blockheads, huh?" and unexpectedly for everyone, his lips suddenly stretched into a smile. "We spend so much time on their upbringing and all that other stuff, not to mention their expensive production, and they, as you can see for yourself, not only behave like little children, getting into some kind of showdown with each other, but are also not afraid to break the regulations! And it was only these two that we brought to light, and how many more like them are now wandering around the world? There's enough time to grab your head and sound the alarm! And you talk about discipline! If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be serving in this unit at all now, but would be sitting in a store and selling office supplies!" Deadend Graver exclaimed, half in jest, half in earnest.

"Wait," Nar-Tai suddenly decided to stop him, "you yourself told me that you are the same clone as your soldiers!"

Deadend Graver seemed to have been replaced. Where had the old grandfather with the long gray moustache gone, sweetly scolding his soldiers? Now in his place there suddenly appeared a man seething with anger, ready to pounce on everyone around him at any moment.

It seemed that only long-standing discipline kept him from jumping up from the table and punching Nar Tai in the face. But he restrained himself - apparently, he remembered the order from his superiors not to allow any excesses.

So instead of a fight, he limited himself to a remark full of indignation:

"Do you think a clone can't have any interests? Who do you take us for?" he asked Nar-Tai in an unkind voice. "Or is a robot or a clone all the same to you? Do you know, puppy… I'll show you how to talk to me! Do you want to go to solitary confinement?"

"Excuse me for interrupting your gentlemanly conversation," Jorge Osorio tried to stop him, "but I would ask you both to behave well in front of each other while we puzzle over the contents of clone soldier number eighteen point zero five's bag. And then you can calmly talk about everything else in a private setting, okay?"

The words of the corporation's chief had the desired effect on Deadend Graver - the colonel's facial features immediately smoothed out, and the angry gleam in his eyes gave way to an obsequious expression of respect for all the other participants in the conversation.

And Nar-Tai, taking advantage of this lull, decided to move on to the topic that was worrying him.

"So, gentlemen, we have just learned from Anton Skovorodnikov how the so-called "stash" of clone soldier number eighteen point zero five was found. Now we have to find out where he got it from and for what purpose. I believe that Skovorodnikov's words about clone soldier number eighteen point zero five just wanting to have a drink in private should be ignored, since it is clearly irrelevant to the case. Does everyone agree with me?"

Having finished his speech, Nar-Tai looked around at everyone present. Silence answered him; everyone was too busy trying to process his words.

The first person to break the silence was his friend Ando Minamoto.

"My friend is right in many respects," he said, addressing himself chiefly to Jorge Osorio and Deadend Graver. "You must admit that we are all really incomprehensible as to the origin of this bag and all its contents. I dare say that perhaps we are looking at an attempt to lead the investigation into a dead end, which we must immediately cross. And then we will have the opportunity to come at least a little closer to ending this complicated case. How do you like that idea? What do you think of such a plan of action? And who of you would like to speak out?"

The Joponese man, hands on his hips, looked at Nar-Tai with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if telling him in the style of the unforgettable Ryuji Takayama from Koji Suzuki's "The Ring": "Don't worry, we'll get through this!"

#TheOmen #The Omen #Omen #AsiaVieira #Asia Vieira #Delia #Delia York #fanfic #fanfiction

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karskarmen · 1 year ago

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Snippet Of Red Tree's "Burn The Bodies"

"A Father Does as Told." (Quinn's Story)

Triggers: Blood, gore, infection (zombified), death of wife, domestic violence, etc.

Note: I WILL WARN YALL NOW.. This is not SFW, and it is the most depressing thing I have written. I promise, he gets happy in the end, but just a fair warning.

Family.

My family wasn't stable when I was growing up. Too many traumatized faces, too many traumatized minds. I'd be lying if I hadn't been one of the faces bloodied and bruised, I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same. He was bigger than me, stronger, but it didn't stop me from taking my anger on him after what he did to my mama.

It's why when we had a military ball I refused any alcohol. It's why when I got married to my first wife, I refused to take a hit at my bachelor's party. I had seen what it done. I had seen the monster it created out of my step father. And I made a promise to my wife, to my mother, that I wouldn't touch the honey liquor on the shelf of forgotten wisdom. I kept that promise.

Until now, staring down at my wife. Or who use to be my wife. Her face is bloody, thick spurts of pus that came from nowhere and landed at my boots. They told us it wasn't this bad, they told us to just take them to the hospital, but she refused to go.

"They'll hurt the baby." Bethany pleaded, everytime I mentioned that the sores and the veins were getting worse. She was blue and purple, thick red veins that now swelled and hurt her more when she walked. She was already swollen full with baby number three, another little girl. They had sent me home, told us to watch over our kids, keep everyone well and safe.

But this had gone on for too long. This wasn't some damn little sickness, this wasn't even a damn pandemic. This was something worse, something that tore the body inside out and into balls of flesh. Something that made them hungry, made them feral like bears. For the most part, I thought this was a nightmare. I wondered if it was the movies I had watched recently, or maybe the flashbacks, but this... It was so much worse. She's still clawing at my boots, swollen belly sliding along the wooden floor of our small cottage housing. There's blood, every corner there's more and more blood. I tried to deny it. I tried to deny that the monster clawing and wheezing at my feet is my wife. But the ring on her finger doesn't lie, neither does the baby that made her bigger in the belly.

"Quin... Ton..."

I want to puke. I can't breathe, the air thick with the stench of blood and iron. She calls me, and I feel like I'm going to faint. I looked down at her again, watching as her fingernails dug to my boot, but they'd never pierce. I swallowed back the bile, raising my pistol down at her again. They were waiting for me. The other two. My babies, my beloved little girls being pushed into the closet when their mother attacked me.

This isn't me. This isn't a nightmare. This isn't my wife. There's something stirring in the top of her head, folding it forward as she lets out a breathless groan. I laid my finger on the trigger, a breath leaving me.

"...I love you, Beth."

She doesn't respond, eyes wide and bloodshot as her fingernails continue to try and squirm. She's stuck to the floor, body smearing the wood with whatever else had come out of her. All I could do was let my ears ring, a familiar feeling as I watched her slump to the floor. Her wrists landed on the toe of my boot. She's gone, my wife, my baby. All gone.

"Daddy?"

I turned, slowly, watching as my oldest peered from the closet. She's holding her sister like she'd lose her next, looking between her mother's body and the gun in my hand. There's no excuse I can make. There's no time.

"We need to go."

"Daddy?"

"We have to go."

She doesn't protest, though the look on her face is more than fear. Her father had murdered her mother and her new sister all in a moment. Does she understand? I don't know. I don't want to know. She steps from the closet alongside her younger sister, slapping a palm over her eyes so she wouldn't witness the scene before her.

"Is mom-"

"She's not fine, sweetie. Just..."

There was nothing I could say. There was no excuse, there was a new burden, there was nothing I could fucking do. I stuffed the pistol in my pocket, picking them both up with an adrenaline filled ease before I walked out of the cottage. I put them in the car, strapping their seatbelts and putting the youngest in her car seat. There's a sickening silence. Heavy, dreadful that had me nauseous all over again. I couldn't forget her face, the veins, the blood.

What would've happened if I let her continue? If I didn't shoot her? What would've happened if I had gotten her help? I should've. I didn't care.

"Daddy?" My oldest asks again, watching as I strapped myself in the front seat and turning the keys. The engine comes to life, and I lean back to watch my blind spot as I pulled from the makeshift driveway. But I can't leave her hanging, not for long at least. It isn't until we're a couple of blocks away until I decided to answer her. "..Yes, baby?'

"Is mommy going to be okay?"

'...Sure, sweetie. We just.. Need space.."

Just space for now..

#oc #infection #apocalypse #oc story

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popsicle-parfait · 2 years ago

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Spontaneous Pantalone Headcannons

Theme: Pantalone with a Snezhnayan Reader!

CW: slight (?) yandere themes, mentions of guns

Requested?: Nope!

A/n: I wanted to make more posts so I decided to do this! Also I'm making these up as I go so bear with me!

When taking a loan from the local bank for your mother, that's when you saw him.

Your nose was red and you had a basket filled with pastries, trying to keep them warm from the harsh everlasting winter.

At first you didn't seem to mind his presence back then, especially because you didn't know him then.

But one thing that caught your eye for sure was the gaze he held, it was one filled with knowledge; and power.

You didn't think anything of it until you kept meeting up with him during financial excursions, once was a coincidence but 5 times? That was a pattern.

What you didn't know was that day when you locked eyes with the harbinger, he just knew you were different

You weren't the average passerby that would quake in his sight or question his presence, no your being screamed intelligence and poise.

At first he would notice little glances of you every now and again, nothing noteworthy--at least, that's what he thought.

You weren't aware of it, but there was a time where you had a small discourse with some foreigner in an empty street.

You told the man that you refused to give him your valuables, he obviously thought you were an easy catch and continued to push your buttons further.

Then, that was when it happened, you had a vision. Your hidden emblem hanging from your fur coat shined brightly as you pulled out a small pistol before firing a warning shot past the foreigner's head.

Realizing his almost death, the man ran away in terror after apologizing vigorously.

Pantalone was entranced, that look you had on your face, it was ice cold; and that, my friend drew the harbingers attention.

Ever since that encounter he's wondered what it would be like to melt your frozen walls, to be the only one who you show your true feelings to.

Oh how he longed to waltz with you under the moonlight and kiss your skin as the violin rang through the room.

It may not have interfered with his missions, but he did think about you; there was never a moment where he wasn't.

He wondered what it would be like to see you smile, to whisk you away from your somber village life and give you one full of elegance and luxury.

And as time moved on, you finally gathered enough ambition to move the first chess piece

The conversations you two would have always left him wanting more, and it made you feel wanted in the same.

Little meet ups turned into dining at fancy restaurants and subtle laughs turned into enchanting gazes with eachother.

Your cold heart melted when he'd call you "dear" or "beloved" and his eyes shined with satisfaction when you blushed in slight embarrassment

Long walks along the terrain were very common with you two, especially during the night when the stars glistened above.

You'd visit him while he worked on his financial services, helping ease the workload little by little as the two of you found the atmosphere comfortable.

Cuddling together and sharing each other's coats were the little things you two enjoyed when you could.

And if you two ran into trouble along the way? Well, let's just say that their body no longer exists.

You would do anything for each other, even dancing upon the graves of your enemies when it comes down to it.

Pantalone never gets jealous, simply because he knew just how much organs sell in the black market; and because you'd never let them get away far enough for ruining your time together.

Your relationship was like a tango with ice at your feet, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, he is a harbinger.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #nb reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #non binary reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fatui #shneznaya #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin headcanons

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thekatebridgerton · 2 years ago

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I read evil!bridgertons trying to backstab each other and kill each other, imagine their spouses manipulating them so they can escape them. Like, they all team up subtly due to being prohibited to talking to each other and let the Bridgerton’s deal with their politics or matters. Every fail attempt of their siblings trying to kill them, the bridgertons grow paranoid and the closer the spouses get to their freedom because sooner or later… the siblings will kill each other.

note that the post anon is talking about is this one

I'm going to be honest here. The Evil Yandere Bridgerton au has two ways of ending.

The Bridgertons either kill each other because their spouses manipulated them into turning on each other. Which I don't see happening, with the state of Gareth and Phillip's brainwashing, and Penelope, and Lucy's level of enjoyment in the game the Bridgertons play

or the original ending, which was supposed to be the theorized full circle on how Violet became the Bridgerton Matriach.

Which is Kate finally snapping after too many years of Anthony's loving mind games and taking a shotgun to Anthony's legs to cripple her beloved husband for life. And either installing herself as the new leader of the family or systematically hunting down the other 7 Bridgertons with the help of the 3 kids of hers who could hold a pistol.

Benedict and Daphne are the easiest because Kate doesn't need to do much convincing for Simon to open Clyvedon and for Sophie to stand by and let her go full 'aim to cripple not kill' on their significant others. Kate leaves Daphne somewhat physically impaired but still functional enough to show a nice smile to her children. While the work in My Cottage consists in simply handing Sophie a shotgun of her own and doing a practical demonstration on her guards. Sophie keeps telling Benedict how romantic it is, now that all she has to do now is nurse him back to health...every day... for the rest of his life...

Eloise is definately a difficult one and the most likely to seek revenge, so Kate had to maybe silence her voice and writing skills the way Benedict silenced his servants, and leave her to Phillip to deal with. He's dealt with one bedridden wife before, he knows his plant based painkillers and hallucinogens, what's another indisposed wife to add to the collection?

Colin and Penelope were nice enough to give up a right to combat before Kate and little Edmund raised their pistols. Actually, it was a friendly conquest because Colin and Penelope are too obsessed with each other to care who holds the Bridgerton purse strings and Kate didn't want to fight them anyway. Same with Francesca and Michael, also too obsessed with each other to care about liberating Kate, much less if she took a gun to Anthony's legs and took over for the Viscount. As long as all the siblings were technically alive, Francesca and Michael live by the no interference rule.

Hyacinth did try to make Kate into an obituary, with Gareth to help. But at that point of the carnage even little Edmund and Miles were okay with taking care of things for their mother. So Hyacinth had to join Daphne in Clyvedon for some much needed...recuperation, under a lot of heavy kindly drugs supplied to Gareth and Simon by Phillip's greenhouse.

Finally, Gregory and Lucy. Actually I'm sure it was Lucy who thought it would be fun to leave Anthony's gun cabinet unlocked and in plain sight of Kate the night everything started. Lucy likes Kate. Nothing wrong with helping a sister out right?. So Gregory? he came out on top of the whole ordeal. Kate practically finished raising him after all. He loves Anthony but who would he be if he didn't support Kate's bid to follow Violet's footsteps and kill the Viscount.

So sad really, Gregory and Lucy were aiming to see Anthony brought down permanently. But oh well, one cannot have too much fun these days.

So yeah, my evil Bridgerton au? that's how it ends. With a uno reverse card. But it's okay...nobody dies. what would be the fun in that?

#yandere bridgerton au #evil bridgerton au #kate kills everybody #that's it #and good for her #kanthony #benophie #philoise #polin

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make-me-imagine · 3 years ago

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Songbird

Scenario Prompt: “B hearing A sing for the first time and being surprised at how good they sound.” Requested by: @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

Pairing: Joshua Faraday x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of guns (cleaning them).

Word Count: 1.1k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Mag7 Taglist: @spuffyfan394 - Let me know if you want to be added.

*The song lyrics are from a song called "The Meeting of the Waters". It written in 1807, first as a poem, then it was set to music.

Faraday groaned as he climbed down from his horse, the ride from town was a bit longer than he'd like. He wasn't sure why you had all chosen a safe house so far away. But he wasn't one to complain about a roof over his head and a bed under his back.

He grabbed the bags from his saddle and moved to take them inside. He had noticed that all but one horse was gone. He was the first to get back.

The others had split up, there was a possible job to take up in the next town over. Goody, Billy and Chisolm had gone to talk to the townsfolk. Vasquez, and Jack to learn more about the gang, and Red to scope out the town and surrounding area. Faraday was left to get supplies, while you stayed behind to clean and prepare the guns and other supplies.

After he put everything inside he wandered back outside, wondering where you had gone too. As he stepped off the porch, he halted in his step when he heard something.

A light breeze was blowing towards him, and it was bringing with it an unusual sound. Music? He stopped and listened, holding his breath. There it was again. Coming from the nearby barn.

Faraday walked over, taking quick but quiet steps. He stopped just outside the barn, as the words he had been hearing before became clear.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; ‘Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh! no, — it was something more exquisite still.

Faraday almost felt his heart stop. He knew this song. He had heard it before as a child, his mother had sung it before. It had been a long time since he had heard it last.

Faraday peaked around the corner, his eyes landing on you as you sat on an overturned bucket. Your gun was in your hands as you carefully cleaned your pistol.

Your voice was smooth as it came out, and if Faraday didn't know better, he'd of thought you'd been trained to sing.

‘Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love

You continued the song, and Faraday's heart beat heavily in his chest. He leaned against the doorway, having forgotten that he had previously been sneaking around. He was caught up in the sound of your voice, surprised at how good you sounded.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

Faraday recited the words in his head, unaware that his lips were moving along as well. His eyes stared at your profile, and he found himself seeing you a bit different than he had before. He knew you were attractive, flirted with you relentlessly, but now, as he watched you, heard you, it felt a bit different. As if he was really seeing you. And he admitted, he really did like what he saw.

Faraday hadn't realized that the song was over, until you looked over at him. His body seemed to stiffen as he felt like he got caught doing something bad. He expected you to get embarrassed, chastise him for spying.

But you simply smiled at him. "Hello Faraday." You greeted calmly.

Of course you wouldn't get embarrassed, your voice was good, and you probably knew it.

He cleared his throat as he stood up. "Well I didn't know we had a little songbird in our gang of gunslingers."

You rolled your eyes lightly as you put down your pistol, reaching for another. Your heart was beating a bit heavily. You pushed down your anxiety. You hadn't realized Faraday had been there, watching you.

"I wouldn't say I'm a songbird." You said softly.

Faraday sat down on a hale bay nearby, "Hell, I haven't heard anyone with a voice like that in years. You could be a professional."

You smiled a little. "That was originally the plan. Or at least, my parents plan." You spared a look at him, and saw surprise on his face. "I loved to sing ever since I was a child, but when someone takes something you love from you, forces it upon you, and tries to use it to make money, you lose your love for it."

Faraday watched you as you spoke. There was a hint of heartbreak in your voice, as well as malice. He didn't know much about your past, but he was glad you felt comfortable enough to share something.

"So I don't sing for people anymore. Just myself usually." You continued.

Faraday nodded lightly, "Well I wont tell no one." He said with a soft smile. "But I wont complain if you ever wanna sing again, within earshot I mean."

You met his eyes and smiled in return. He looked down at his feet and the spoke again. "My mother used to sing that song when I was younger. She had come from a family of immigrants, from Ireland. I was surprised to hear it."

"I heard it from a Gleman that came into town once. I loved the words so much I asked him to write them down for me." You paused for a moment, unsure if you should pry. "Did your mother sing a lot?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Almost every day, or night, to help me go to sleep. It was a nice memory to come back."

You heard the hint of what sounded like gratitude in his words, but you did not push for more.

You both looked up at the sound of hoof-beats, someone had returned.

Hearing Vasquez call out, Faraday called back. As he stood up, he looked down at you and smiled "Don't worry songbird, your secret's safe with me."

"Wont be for long if you keep calling me that."

He chuckled, as he began to leave the barn, before he began to hum the tune of the song. Spinning around as he left, he winked at you once before disappearing.

You smiled to yourself as you began to pack up your guns. You began to hum under your breath as well. Feeling a once familiar joy of music coming back to you. Maybe it wont be so bad to sing for someone again.

xx End xx

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