#looks like skid and pump were the only witnesses

[phyx-m]

MDNI.

You are a servant at the King of Curses shrine. You decide to run away one night. Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t tolerate such disobedience.

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As you run tirelessly, your bare feet slap against the damp, packed earth. The forest blurs around you, the details scrambling in your frantic pace. There was no time to put on footwear. You just needed to run—run for your goddamn miserable life.

Less than an hour ago, in the dead of night, you managed to escape from the King of Curses' shrine. For over a year, you have been a servant there, though it felt more like captivity, forced to stay and serve him. You've witnessed enough nightmarish scenarios to scar you for eternity. Now, you long for a new kind of freedom.

“Oooh braaaat,” a deep, disembodied voice calls out behind you, sending a chill through your heated skin.

The monster is coming.

You lift the hem of your cream-colored robe and scramble over a fallen tree. The soles of your feet are sore from maneuvering through brambles and twigs, and you're certain they feel cut, stinging painfully with each step. Slick hair clings to your face, and you constantly wipe your forehead as sweat drips into your eyes from the exertion.

You aren’t sure where you're running to. All you know is that—

“Brat! I’ll give you to the count of ten to get back here, or I’ll bite your tiny little fingers off,” his voice grows colder. He's furious that someone as insignificant as you dared to escape him.

Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t tolerate such disobedience.

“I won’t go back!” you call out to him, your voice ragged. He doesn’t respond, but you can sense his footsteps quickening in the brush behind you.

Ahead, there’s a rocky ravine. You scramble then slide down its rugged face, feeling scratches score your backside as you land roughly at the bottom with a soft oof. Without pausing to look back, you keep going.

A loud thud shakes the earth, signalling that he has dropped into the ravine behind you. Glancing back over your shoulder, you finally see him.

Illuminated by the moonlight, he appears utterly terrifying and devastating all at once. He saunters now, fixating his eyes on you. He's in no rush; after all, he enjoys playing with his victims.

"Hello, my little runaway," he says patronizingly, his eyes widening as he relishes the fear that flashes across your face.

As he sees you still running from him, a feral grin breaks across his features, contorting the tattoos on his face. The maw on his stomach mirrors his smile. Its tongue unfurls and laps at the night air like it’s trying to taste you.

You tear your gaze from the monster and pick up your pace, pumping your arms as you aim for the end of the ravine. It's the only escape route, as the steep walls prevent climbing back up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Sukuna chuckles cryptically. But you ignore him.

Just as you reach the edge, something snags your attention. Initially, the massive, cursed spirit doesn't register, but as it ambles down the ravine’s walls and into your path, you skid to a halt and look up—up—up—at it.

Your heart plummets to your feet.

Its mouth opens, exposing needle-like teeth, and you're certain you see human flesh impaled on a few. The cursed spirit advances with a grotesque claw, causing you to step back.

Glancing over your shoulder, you spot Sukuna standing casually, his four arms crossed over his chest. His expression is pure delight as he observes the unfolding scene.

You're trapped—caught between two monsters.

You jerk your head back to the massive cursed spirit as it slowly closes in on you. The stench of its breath makes you gag.

"I did warn you," Sukuna scoffs from behind. You refuse to glance back at him, keeping your eyes trained on the curse while walking backwards in slow, measured steps.

The curse accelerates, its four legs scrabbling for traction as it maneuvers its immense body through the ravine toward you. Tiny rocks and pebbles scatter, forcing you to retreat another step.

Terror grips you as you face a crucial decision.

You glance at the curse, then back at Sukuna, eyes darting between the two.

Sukuna. Cursed spirit. Sukuna. Cursed spirit.

What's the right choice? Death or something else?

A heartbeat later.

You pivot, whirling around to face Sukuna. He's already aware of your decision. He slowly unfurls his four arms, spreading them wide with a wicked smile.

"Come here, idiot," he sneers from the other end of the ravine.

Behind you, the cursed spirit’s claws pound into the earth, urging you to flee. You run—straight toward the very monster you had been running from.

Sukuna stays rooted in place, waiting for you. His smile widens impossibly larger, his four red orbs practically glowing. Every muscle in his body ripples and tenses. His fingertips twitch anxiously, eager to grasp your soft, small frame to his.

"Hurry up, it’s gaining on you," he laughs callously, offering no help as you stumble towards him, navigating rocks and debris.

Finally, within reach, you hurl yourself at him. His four arms snap out and catch you midair, pulling you tightly toward him as he slams your body against his bare chest. Caught. His body doesn’t budge from the impact. He presses his face into your hair, inhaling your fear and sweat from the chase.

"Got you," he murmurs, his mouth pressed to the top of your head, his breath burning against your skull.

You strain your neck to look up at him. He’s massive, towering over you, and his immense presence makes you feel small. Swallowing hard, you meet his intense gaze. His four eyes burn, and you feel like you're drowning under those red pools.

Without averting his gaze from yours, Sukuna releases a hand from your trembling form and extends it toward the approaching cursed spirit. His index and middle fingers extend, and with a swipe through the air, the curse crashes to the ground and dies.

He grins wickedly. "Now, someone needs to be taught a lesson for thinking they can just up and leave their King." Quickly, he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder. The ground feels far away as you dangle in his grip. He adjusts your position so that your upper body hangs over his back, and your lower body presses against his chest, your backside against the side of his head.

Turning, Sukuna begins to walk back to the shrine, his prey caught firmly in his grasp. Tonight, he has plans for you—plans to remind you of who you belong to.

Tension fills the trek back to the shrine. Neither you nor Sukuna speaks. You hang there helplessly, watching the muscles in his back twist and coil with each step, his tattoos moving fluidly. You have to force yourself to look away and focus on the forest, which has gone eerily silent. There are no sounds of animals or insects, as if his presence has driven them all away. Naturally, they’re frightened of him. Who wouldn’t be? You pout and stare at the ground, your arms swaying with each of his movements.

After a while, Sukuna finally speaks. "Someone's sulking because they got caught," he huffs, placing a firm hand on your backside, causing you to turn your head toward him. "It was stupid to think you could get away." You give him your best death stare, directed at the side of his head.

"You aren’t subtle. I can see that," Sukuna says, shifting his lower eye to snap its gaze onto you. You quickly look away, feeling your face heat up. “Tch… idiot.”

Suddenly, a pair of hands snake up and around your ankles. Clutching them, he forces your legs open. Your eyes widen. You want to sit up but can’t because of the way he is holding you. One more hand slowly creeps up your leg, then thigh, then below your undergarment.

"Let's start with your first lesson for trying to run away from me." He keeps his head forward, not even glancing back at you as he walks. You can sense that this is just the beginning, a preamble to whatever punishment he has in store for you.

Pushing the fabric of your undergarment aside, he exposes your cunt to the evening chill.

“S-sukuna,” you stammer and begin wriggling on his shoulder. The hand that was on your backside draws up and then comes crashing back down onto your behind.

Smack!

“Ah!” You cry out from the sharp sting. Your rear is still tender from sliding down the rocky ravine, and now it’s throbbing.

“You ran away from me brat. I don’t pity those who disobey me. Now shut up and take it,” he says harshly, keeping his hand on your tender asscheek as he kneads it through the fabric.

You remain quiet, staring at the ground, trying not to shift under his forceful hand. He keeps walking, his strides so large that you know you'll be back at the shrine soon.

Still grasping your ankles open, you wonder what he will do next. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him raise a hand to his mouth and spit a glob of saliva onto his fingers. The sight of the sticky mess makes you shudder. Bringing his soaking digits back to where he had them, he yanks your undergarment away again.

“Let’s try this again.” His voice is gravelly as he smears his saliva-coated fingertips across your folds. You fight the urge to squirm, heart pounding against his shoulder, and you are sure he can feel it because his three hands tighten around you. Hard. Firm. He is holding you in place.

“You like that?” He muses as his massive fingers push your swollen pussy lips up and down and side to side in slow, torturous circles. “From now on, I want you in my chambers every night. And if you try to escape again, I will chain you up like a dog,” he hisses. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, Master Sukuna,” you say, panting at the treatment he is giving you. It makes you feel heated like your entire body is pulsating.

“Good girl. Now let me have my first taste of this sweet cunt of yours.” He drives one of his fingers past your outer lips, pressing deeply into your clenching walls. You moan loudly, hips bucking. Your arms shoot out, and you desperately cling on for dear life to his lower shoulder. Slowly, he begins to push the finger in, then out, in, then out as he stretches you.

“So fucking tight.” He runs his tongue across his teeth. “We’ll need to fix that for what I have planned.”

Stepping over a rock, you feel his body tipping slightly. The movement catches you off guard, and he uses that to push even deeper, making you a quivering wreck as slick coats your inner thighs. Pleased by the sounds you are making, he quickens the pace until you are writhing.

“Such a needy little thing,” he chuckles, sliding in a second finger.

“Oh! Fuuuck, please, no more,” you cry out. Ignoring you, he bullies the second one in deeper. He pushes until his knuckles graze your folds, then twists them in a circling motion before he pulls away, only to slam them back in. In and out, curling them occasionally, making you tighten around him.

“Ahh-ah! Sukuna!” You whine. He laughs mercilessly at how easy it is to get you all riled up. Your hips grind forward as if your body wants to increase the pressure.

“That’s a good girl. Keep showing me how pitiful you are.” He mockingly swats your ass a few times.

“Too much,” you moan, mouth dropping open, blood rushing to your head.

He chuckles again. “Oh, we are just getting started, brat.” He punctuates the last few words with a few forceful thrusts of his fingers, making you scream.

You were so lost in the sensations that you barely noticed him climbing steps, signaling your arrival at the shrine. The steps pass through your line of vision as you hang over his shoulder, reminding you that you're back at the place you tried to escape.

Pushing open the massive doors, Sukuna strides in with you atop his shoulder. You can hear a group of servants gathered at the main entrance gossiping about your daring escape. He’s still fingering you unapologetically so everyone can hear the sound of your wet squelching cunt. Your face heats in embarrassment as their chattering fades, and they turn towards their Master. You squeeze your thighs around his hand, attempting to halt his ministrations.

“Go back to your fucking rooms!” Sukuna bellows, and they scatter like frightened rabbits in the presence of a predator.

Huffing, he nudges your thighs apart and begins to stroll down one of the corridors, no doubt heading for somewhere private. You can see his enormous shadow cast on the floor by the lanterns, but you don’t stare long because you feel a third finger enter your sloppy heat, making your eyes slam shut.

“Oh, god,” you moan as he fills you up further, slick running down his hand. You are practically vibrating with need as he plunges deeper.

There’s a loud rumble from Sukuna’s chest. “You should be referring to me as your god tonight.” Another swat to your ass, you squeal.

Suddenly, you hear a door slide open with a loud bang, and Sukuna carries you into a dimly lit room. The door slams shut. Lifting your head, you see the overwhelming extravagance of the space—opulent wood furnishings and rich fabrics confirm that you’ve entered his lavish chambers.

After a few measured steps, Sukuna removes his fingers from inside you, and then abruptly, you feel yourself go airborne. The world blurs as you fly off his shoulder and crash onto the futon with a yelp. Fortunately, you land on a cushioned surface, sinking into its softness.

Without a moment's notice, he moves toward you. As he looms over you, you instinctively tilt your head to meet his gaze. His presence is imposing, and the way he stands so close casts a shadow across your form.

Raising his fingers glistening with your essence, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“So sweet," he hums, licking up every last drop. You blush and clench your thighs together at the sight.

Surveying his fingers, he returns his attention to you. Splaying his hand across your breastbone, he shoves you onto your back, watching as your hair spills out and your anxious eyes dart up to meet his.

Leaning over your body, he puts his face directly before yours. "What was your plan if you had managed to escape?" he asks, moving his lower hands to your trembling thighs and gripping them tightly while his upper hands go on either side of your head, caging you in.

You swallow, taking a moment to let your brain catch up to the situation you’ve found yourself in. The King of Curses hovering over you, your juices staining his lips.

"… maybe going to a village. Starting anew, marrying a good man, and starting a family,” you say quietly.

Sukuna’s upper lip twitches. He glares down at you, clearly upset with your answer—no, he’s fucking fuming. 

Suddenly, his lower hands clutch your ankles, and you’re being yanked to the edge of the futon so your legs hang off.

He steps back.

“Start anew? Marry a good man? Start a family? Do you think you deserve those things?” His tone becomes colder, and he’s crossing his four arms over his chest.

“Well, I—”

“You don’t! You are nothing. Worthless. Now, take your fucking clothes off,” he demands.

Instantly, a knot forms in your belly. You want to refuse, but you know it’s futile. Sitting up, you scoot closer, eyes fixed on him, and your hands go to your obi. Unravelling it, you reach for the front panels of your robe, shrugging it off and onto the bed. Now, in your undergarment, you hesitate before reaching for them.

“Slower,” he interjects, as his upper hands move to his hakama, and pulls it down, allowing it to pool at his feet. Two monstrous cocks—hard and weeping with precum—eagerly spring forward. Biting your lower lip, you avert your eyes, lowering them and looking away.

“Ah, ah, ah. Look at me,” his voice rises as he gives you the command.

You return your eyes to him, taking in his naked form. You are transfixed by the sight before you. Despite his reputation as the King of Curses—a monster to many including yourself—he stands before you as the epitome of perfection, unmatched by any other in this world.

Grabbing both heavy shafts, he begins to stroke in slow, languid motions. You want to tear your eyes away, but you can’t. It’s so mesmerizing. His hand squeezing the swollen meat makes you clench around nothing.

“Go on then,” he hedges. His voice has become seductively lower as he grins viciously at you, waiting for you to reveal yourself to his hungry eyes.

Moving in what feels like slow motion, you gradually remove the last piece of clothing covering your body. Your eyes meet, and your face flushes as he drinks you in. Heated face, pert nipples, supple tits, soaking cunt. He already groped your ass on the way back, and he can’t wait to sink into it.

You are everything he wants.

“Look at you,” he rasps, increasing the intensity of his strokes. 

You watch him in awe as his balls start shifting forward, moving with the actions. It’s turning you on, watching him pleasuring himself to the mere sight of you. But suddenly, he stops, you pout. He gestures with two fingers directly at the spot on the floor in front of him.

“Get on your knees,” he gives the order, and your body unconsciously obeys. Before you even realize it, you find yourself kneeling before him.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes out, “although your answer on why you wanted to escape needs to be addressed.”

A hand comes forward, and he inserts his thumb into your mouth, hooking it to your bottom lip and teeth. His other fingers go to your chin to pry it open.

“Open wide and say ahhh.”

You don’t even have time to because he’s already shoving his throbbing upper dick past your lips and deep into your throat.

You flinch, then strain and sputter to hold in his girth, feeling your mouth stretch as tears well up and begin to slide down your flushed cheeks. The satisfied groan that rumbles in his chest is so loud it makes your whole body vibrate.

“Fuck… just like that.” Sukuna hisses through gritted teeth, then steadily moves his hips back and forth. His eyes narrow as he watches you, trying to accommodate him.

Almost gently, he pushes your hair back to get a better look at your face. His crimson eyes stare down at you, making you want to shy away and lower your head.

“Open that pretty mouth wider for me,” he says reverently, running a thumb across your cheek and through your tears.

Obediently, you open your mouth wider until your jaw twinges. Sukuna’s eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he begins to thrust deeper and harder into your constricting throat. You moan as drool cascades in rivers dripping down to your chest, his cock, his balls, and then the floor.

“That’s it,” he groans, hips snapping until you are pressed to his navel, his cock sufficiently stuffed down your throat. Your moans grow louder, and Sukuna grunts from the vibrations, tilting his head back, his mouth agape. 

His thrusts slow once he is pleased with the mess you’ve made. He pulls out of your sopping mouth to look down at you on your knees. He’s so damn pleased to see you down there, he can’t stand it. Gripping his lower cock, he slides it into your wanting mouth for you to suck and lick at. He releases the upper one, causing it to hit your face with a wet slap, drenching you in your spit.

"You will be a disgusting mess when I’m finished with you. And after that, we will do it all again." He declares, voice growing deeper with lust as he runs the wet shaft along your cheeks while fucking your face with the other one.

You look up at him in a lustful daze, trying your best to keep up, gagging and choking your way through it. It turns you on the way he uses you like this, the way he is dominating you. And you know it pleases him to no end. The inexcusable heat that pools between your folds drives you mad, and Sukuna notices. He sees how your eyes have become heavy-lidded and your movements more sensual.

With one more thrust, he makes you gag a final time before withdrawing. Strings of drool connect the two of you, making you groan at the filthy sight. You take a moment to gasp for air and try to catch your breath as you prepare for his next move.

He breathes down at you, a sneer crawling across his face. "You want me. I can see it in your pathetic pleading eyes," he says, his smug tone almost shaming you, but you nod in agreement.

Sukuna reacts instantly, lifting you by your arms and throwing you back onto the futon. You squeal as you land on your back. You really should be more prepared for this kind of treatment.

Approaching you like a feral animal, he flips you onto your stomach, forcing you on all fours as he climbs behind you.

With the soles of your feet exposed, Sukuna touches the cuts and sores you acquired during tonight's chase. You feel him tense briefly, grumbling wordlessly before he goes quiet as if it had never been there.

You feel him lean closer to you. “Tell me what you want slut,” he growls, running a hand teasingly along your inner thigh and through the wetness that has leaked out. “Do you want to be wrecked by me? Is that what you want?”

His filthy words make you tremble with need. It’s a thick feeling, making your brain fuzzy.

"I... I, uh..." You hesitate, unwilling to tell him what you truly desire. How you want to be fucked into oblivion. To be held down by all four of his arms as he takes you. To forget all the reasons for wanting to leave this place, but you stay silent.

“Speak!”

“Fuck me!”

So much for staying silent.

He clicks his tongue, and you can almost imagine the smug, prideful, arrogant expression as he leans over your back—a true king.

He presses his mouth to the shell of your ear. "Then, my pretty little runaway, you will be fucked, stretched and filled so you can never leave this place again,” he whispers. Goosebumps pebble across your skin because of a few words.

Sukuna aligns the fat head of his lower cock with your wet entrance, gradually pushing in. As soon as the tip slips inside, he thrusts himself forward until you completely engulf him.

“Ryomen!” His first name flies from your mouth as he enters you, trying to suck in a breath at the sudden intrusion, but you love how deliciously full your pussy feels.

"That's right, I'll fill you up until you can't take any more. Your greedy body needs to be taught a lesson,” he murmurs as he begins thrusting, his hips moving like a piston. Your body starts to tremble uncontrollably. You have to brace yourself against the futon to keep from collapsing under his intense movements.

With each powerful thrust, his upper cock slaps against the seam of your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You can feel the precum spattering against you with each movement. The lewd sensation only heightens as the friction between your bodies increases. You can’t help but moan as he continues to drive into you, the sound melding with the slap of skin on skin.

Sukuna's movements slow down abruptly, his fingers digging into your hips. "It's time to take all of me," he growls through gritted teeth.

You can hear him spit, and then you feel a warm glob land above your ass, making you flinch. He massages it down to your unfilled hole and coats it with his saliva before slowly inserting his fingers inside. His movements are deliberate and sensual, savouring the sight before him.

“Ahhh,” you moan, rocking your hips back and forth as he slides his fingers in and out of your asshole before removing them and pressing the blunt head against it.

Bracing yourself, you prepare for his second cock to enter you. Your body tenses up with nerves, and you grip onto the sheets. The pressure builds at your entrance as he begins to penetrate you.

It builds and builds. Until a sharp pain shoots through your body as he pushes it in. 

“It hurts,” you let out a low whine, unable to hold back the discomfort.

"Shh, you will take it," he says with a dangerous tone, ignoring your protests and continuing to inch forward.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally manages to work it past the rim. With one final shove, he forces it in all the way. The sudden stretching sensation is intense, causing your mouth to drop open and drool to spill uncontrollably. The pain subsides quickly, replaced by a deep throbbing that spreads throughout your entire being.

You are completely filled by the King of Curses.

“Hmngh, fuck, yes,” You can't help the throaty moan that breaks loose from you. You are too far gone now as you rock back against him, desperate for him to start moving inside of you. “Fuck me,” you plead.

He doesn’t move. He wants to torture you some more.

“Look at that,” he murmurs. His lower hands run reverently across the curve of your ass as he admires the sight of you bent over and fully impaled on his dual cocks. "This is how it will always be. Every fucking night. You and me. This." he growls aggressively.

Pulling back all the way until you feel just the tips inside of you. He pauses, leaving you tense, before thrusting forward with full force. The impact scrambles your mind, and you fist the sheets before the moans and screams start tumbling out.

The rhythm he sets now that your snug holes are swallowing him is relentless. You can feel yourself being driven towards the edge. There’s the sound of grunting. It’s either him or you. You can’t even be sure. Everything is just a daze, making you babble incoherently.

Splat!

You feel a rough, slimy tongue glide across your lower back as his stomach maw emerges. It explores around your tailbone, sending tingles up your spine and causing you to writhe uncontrollably. Your reactions, please, Sukuna. He breathes harder, and he increases his thrusts, driving himself into you with more vigour. As a result, drool from his maw splatters onto your heated skin and drenches the sheets. He had warned you that things might get messy, and he wasn't exaggerating.

“You like that? You like being pummeled by me?” You can barely hear him through the sounds of your fucking.

“Yes,” you moan out, hoping that’s what he wanted to hear.

He roughly grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you back, causing your spine to arch. From this angle, you can catch a glimpse of his profile. He continues to thrust into you forcefully like an animal, and as your eyes meet his, he places a hand on your throat, fingers tightening as he applies pressure until you struggle for air. Your body goes limp in his hold, arms dangling helplessly at your sides.

He’s like a monster coveting a prized possession. It feels good—almost too good—being treated this way by him.

He leans in, his rough breath tickling your nape as he nips and licks at it. You can feel the roughness of his mask grazing against your skin, and despite yourself, you can't help but enjoy it. You can only imagine his view of you submitting to him like this.

"Tell me who you belong to," he whispers gruffly, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts in and out, dull nails poking at your flesh.

“You! I belong to you,” your needy voice reaches his ears.

Smack!

His hand comes down hard on your ass.

"Louder! Tell me louder, who do you belong to?"

Your eyes roll back. You can feel yourself getting closer to climax.

"You!" You scream, feeling like a wild banshee. "You! My King! It's always been you!"

Smack!

Another painful slap lands on your ass, causing tears to well up in your eyes from the pleasure and pain.

"Yes! Fuck me harder!" You cry out, urging him on as he picks up the pace.

“That’s right,” he hisses as he tries to maintain his rhythm, but it becomes increasingly erratic. He's losing control now. He’s never one to lose control.

You notice him shifting his leg, placing one foot closer to your upper body for better leverage. He thrusts into you with more force, his hands gripping onto you as he takes what he wants: your complete submission.

"Cum for me!" He commands, tightening his grip on your throat. He wants to see you cream all over him. Wants to feel you clench onto his cocks like your life depends on it.

He pushes your face down onto the futon, and the hand around your throat moves to your cheek, tilting it to the side so he can witness every expression on your beautiful face.

He's hitting all the right spots inside you from this new angle. It's intense, almost too much to handle. The maw’s tongue suddenly swipes up your back, making your body tremble. That’s it for you. The heat is building up, coiling in your belly. You know you're close to release. All you can do is look at him as his thrusts become more forceful, his thumbs digging into your hips, and you feel his cock hit against your cervix.

"That’s it. Cum for me," he grunts, urging you on as he keeps pounding into you.

He fucks you so brutally it seems as though he pushes you to the brink of despair, almost abandoning you, before pulling you back like the sweetest salvation.

You scream out in ecstasy, begging him to go harder as you watch him, watching you reach your peak. Your walls clench around him, drenching his lower cock in your juices.

“M-my King!” You scream until your lungs are sore and abused, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in him.

He grins evilly, his face twisting with pleasure as he thrusts inside you. "Look at me," he demands, wanting your undivided attention. You open yours and lock eyes with him, feeling his two members throbbing inside you as he gives you a few final thrusts before slamming down on you with all his weight.

"Let my cum fill you up," he groans, and the intense heat that fills you is like burning lava. His release is unlike anything you've ever felt, seemingly endless as it fills you to the brim. Over and over. And you eagerly take it, writhing beneath him and moaning as your body milks him for more.

"Sukuna!" You cry out desperately, not wanting this sensation to end as your body twitches and shakes beneath him. But eventually, his seed stops showering your insides, and he slows.

"Good girl," he smirks, looking down at your exhausted form and the cum leaking out from between your used holes. He pats your face condescendingly before pushing you off his members.

Your body jerks forward as Sukuna pulls away. You make a small keening noise at the loss of his touch. His naked form abruptly retreats from you and leaves the room, making you frown at his sudden absence and the loss of his warmth. You fall back onto the futon and turn over, staring at the ceiling as you try to steady your breathing and heartbeat.

You hear him return moments later, carrying a small water basin and cloth. He places them on the futon, grabs your ankle, and reels you closer to him.

Lifting your foot, he examines the cuts and sores on your soles. A tiny crease begins to form above his nose—subtle, but you catch it. Then, with practiced efficiency, he dips the cloth into the water and gently cleans your wounds.

"Why the hell weren’t you wearing footwear this time, you little shit?" he asks, his tone tinged with irritation.

The game between you two is officially over.

You sigh, relaxing. You had noticed him trying to hide his concern about your feet all night, and knowing this makes your heart thump.

Lying there naked on your back, you look at him hulking over you, holding your foot delicately between his firm hands.

"I was too excited," you huff and shrug. "I forgot to grab ‘em."

He stares at you as if you were a child while the warm, damp cloth glides along your foot. You try not to pull away from the tickling sensation as little droplets slide down your leg.

"Oh, you were excited. You forgot to grab them, was it?" he mimics, admonishing you as he squeezes your calf hard. "Footwear next time.”

You roll your eyes. "I’m not the only one who should be in trouble here. What about that cursed spirit you almost let kill me—"

"If you honestly believe I’d ever let anything happen to you, then you're even more of a fool than I thought," he snaps, his eyes flashing with intensity. "I would never allow my wife to be in danger… idiot." His voice softens slightly as he carefully cleans both of your feet. Then, suddenly, he tosses the damp cloth onto your face.

It slaps against you. “Ay!” you exclaim, pulling it off and flinging it at him. He catches it with impressive reflexes, drops it into the basin, and sets it on the floor.

Your husband crawls next to you, pulling you into his chest, four arms encircling you.

Caught.

He presses his face into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of musk from your brutal fucking, and plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

You stay quiet and still as you relax in his arms, your mind replaying the night's events. You remind yourself to return the servant’s robe you borrowed for this.

Sukuna shifts suddenly as if agitated by, gods know what.

“What you said about leaving, starting anew, finding a good man—I would hunt you down, you know,” he pauses momentarily, considering his words. “Then I would fuck you in front of him and rip his spinal cord through his mouth and drag you back here,” Sukuna growls, his lips brushing against your skin with soft kisses.

Your heart tightens. The jealousy over some imaginary man you mentioned is almost sweet.

"Hmm, I know you would," you say, settling against him even more.

You know you would never leave him because you have everything you need right here. He is the only one who can satisfy your perverse desires, and you might be the only one who doesn't see him as the disgraceful monster he truly is.

You both lie there together, your bodies aching in ways you never thought possible.

Finally, you break the silence. “When you threatened to chain me up like a dog… were you serious?” You ask, trying to mask your true intentions.

“Princess,” he says with a patronizing affection, “when am I not serious with my threats?” You can hear the smugness in his voice as he weaves his fingers through your hair and gazes down at you.

A smile spreads across your face as you look up at him.

“I think I have an idea for our next game.”

*****

If you're interested in more Sukuna x Reader (smut, slow burn, forced marriage) content, I'm much more active on Ao3: Beneath The Silk

[valentine-cafe]

Happy 1 year anniversary! I'm so happy to have been able to witness this blog continue to grow. Keep up the good work!

As for my order, can I get an affogato please?

Inexperienced!reader seeing Vespasiano at a bar and deciding to shoot his shot only to be a nervous wreck the entire time while trying to flirt with him. Vespasiano finding all this adorable and taking him home and teaching reader how to fuck him properly! (with reader just immediately cumming the second he's able to stick his dick into Vesp) 👏

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire lieutenant dilf  x inexperienced top sub male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . there you go. fuck look at you, doing so good !! 🍒 :  vampiric ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf character﹙ verse 781 vespsiano. ﹚

you've always wondered what it would be like inside of him, you didn't think he'd be the one to teach you how to fuck him. | cw: blowjob, handjob, anal, inexperienced male reader, lots of humping <3

𖹭. ps : thank you so much !! we hope this is to your liking!

“Yeah?”

Heat warms your face with the low rumble to your ear. When did his hand get on your thigh? The calloused thumb strokes along your skin spark your head into dizzy episodes. It’s the alcohol, you convince yourself. But something tells you the golden hue of bourbon isn’t what you’re drowning in — but emerald eyes lightly creased at the corners.

“Well I . . .” you hope that the throat clear helps. “You know y-you’re. . . one to talk - with that - uhm -” seems not.

Vespasiano, that’s his name. The patron you’d heard all the bartenders giggling about time and time again. He came in, ordered his old fashion or neat whiskey, sat for a bit. Smoked his cigarette, then left. You’d seen him a few times. Today you summoned all your non-existing confidence to shoot your short.

It’s going as well as a virgin with a hooker.

Or is it? His chuckle shoots the heat on your face to your crotch. The stir against your pants spins your head further. When did your pants get so tight?

Tight. You wonder how tight he is. But could you even manage fucking him? He didn’t look like the switch type — let alone the switch. The thrum of your dick against black fabric begged for such. A chance, just one chance.

Your nerves, however, tell another story. “I uh - j-just . . . forget I - said - a-anything haha -” the choppy laugh interrupts halfway. The floor creaks with skidded wood and the hand on your thigh doubles over to the other. The bar counter welcomes your back. As though to wingman you for the towering shadow he casts over you. That grin on his lips that makes you want to buck against him here and now.

Damn everyone else. If you could have him over this counter here and now. . .

The trail of a finger down your throat sends your thoughts derailed. All you can do is gulp. Flit your eyes up to his amused ones that peer at the bobbing of your Adam’s apple. “Don’t chicken out on me now. Don’t think your pants down there would appreciate’t.”

You needn’t glance down. Your tent strains proudly against his inner thigh. The warmth hitches your breath. By some grace, you manage to breathe out a final - “But - aren’t you still drinking?”

Save your poor heart. It wasn’t ready for him to lean over with gazes locked and hand steady. Snatch his glass and gulp the bitter liquid down like honey. Eyes on yours the entire time. Shadowed by dark strands drooped over.

Thud to the wood. The feel of his strong arm round your waist is deadly. So is his whisper. Those small fangs that peek through his grin.

“Now ‘m not.”

—

He’s not a bottom, not a switch either. And yet here is. On his back, shirt gone, pants discarded. To say you were surprised at his understanding was an understatement.

“Thaat’s it. . . keep going,” he groans with his cock finding home in your hand. The perfect sleeve as it pumps slowly, shakily down his length. His face might send you into a spur right now. Blissed out. You’d splatter immediately. But for the life of you, your gaze refuses to release his dick.

To say he’s big is an insult. You’re lucky it’s just his ass you’ll have today. The veiny flesh and twitches with suds of precum salivates your mouth. It takes every fibre to not dive down and choke on his dick all over again. His shaky groans aren’t making it any easier.

“Haven’t done this before either.” He’s so assuring. The large hand strokes along your face and his blissful smile almost has you humping on his leg. Desperate much?

“Been on receivin’, I mean - fuck.”

His words had some magic because your hand acted on fuel. Pumping along steadily to the thrum of his pulses. The rolls of his hips.

Next you catch his wet hole. Your throbbing borders painful as much as pleasurable. To sate the desire you swoop down and kiss around his thick tip. Shudder into his slit and stroke beneath his cockhead. His taste perfectly compliments the bitterness of alcohol. You’d get drunk on him any day.

But a hand to your hair snaps you from your swirl of need. With a gruff - “you gonna keep suckin’ me dry or?” oh, there’s that devilish chuckle again. Your insides flare in competition with your face that he grinds up into shamelessly. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy? ‘m waiting.”

Your kisses rain down on his muscular highs like apologies crossed with whines. “Nervous. . . I wanna make you feel good.” There you go humping mindlessly into the mattress again. Imagine his hips instead of the scratch of linen.

A warm, tender hand to the back of your neck leads you home to his lips. They overtake yours in a fire, a passion. One that surely is meant to pull more of your pathetic noises out. So you attempt to win back your pride by shoving your hands to his shoulders and forcing him back down.

“That’s it.” If you thought his groan made you dizzy then the squeeze of his hand around your dick as he reached forward crumbled you entirely. Like hot candle wax, you fall onto him with a melt and buck into his thigh.

The slick of previous lube steals your breath. So you return the favour with lathered kisses into his mouth. An exchange of tongue and teeth. All while he guides you steadily.

Excitement shoots through you at the feel of his rim. Straight from your tip and through your dick. Your hands brace on his sides and his squeeze at your hips. The kiss parts again. Strings of saliva the last evidence. Your hips buck. Your gut pleads for you to just push in. But a quick reminder of his own inexperience in this field steers your muscles to a halt.

Inexperienced? You’d never consider him such.

Not with the way he touches you. Certainly not with his words laced with teasing lilts He’d be the death of you. And you would so readily let him bury you. Just how you wish to bury within those warm walls.

“Now. . . easy does it.” He mumbles against kisses to your neck. Small assurances that swell and squeeze your heart. Your body moves on automation. Muscles robotically dancing to his rhythm as your tip glides along his hole. You’re so busy bothering your lower lip with your teeth that you fail to notice him doing the same. “Just. . . there. . . there - hah -”

Surely, this is a trap. The tightness of his heat encasing your cock inch - by agonising inch - is a sabotage in every degree of the word. One for your heart that leaps straight into your throat. You bob it down with gulps of saliva and swallowed gasps. It’d be too humiliating to -

“Let it out. . .”

“F-Fuck . . .”

It’s such a pathetic noise really. In comparison to his deep, rumbled groans and grunts — you feel like a whimpering kitten. How can you be anything but when he’s thrumming around your cock like that? When his heat makes you so dizzy that you have to droop your head to his scarred chest and press kisses all over his skin?

There’s no stopping your hips as they chase pleasure. Bucks meet his thighs and your hands flex around his sides. Searching for a leverage, a comfort, to cling to while he consumes your body whole. For a moment - you forget that you are the one inside of him.

“S-So good -”

“Yeah?”

The ragged breath finally steals your attention. The sight of him beneath you is enough to snap several chords in your tummy. With emerald eyes peered through fluttery half-lids. His brows itch to crease at the centre. There’s no missing the subtle flex of his fingers in the dark sheets. And that light blush scattered across his face? He’s the sight of heaven, splayed out on a bed of all things for crying out loud.

Every fibre in your body begs for you not to be a hero. His heat is not something you can manage. Stubbornly, still, you persist and press in further. Feel the tightness in your gut. The swell in your chest.

It happened so fast. White blinds your vision and takes over your movements. You’re needily bucking into his lube-slathered heat with tiny, pitiful humps. Lips parted, eyes fluttered. The shudder that tears through your body shoves you down onto him again and you moan out against his collarbone.

Heat fizzles into realisation. But before you can so much as apologise, that tender feeling finds the small of your back once more. You feel his smile against your temple; and his hips rolling into yours as though you didn’t just bust already.

“That good huh?” The snicker makes you flush. For the life of you, you cannot bother with embarrassment or pleasantries. All you can do is stutter your cock forward in shallow, aimless thrusst.

“A-Ah - ah - m-m sorry. . . mngh. . . just mngh - s’good.”

“Keep going. Steady. Make a - a - ah - a rhythm.”

Large palms flatten on your thighs. Then squeeze. Vespasiano steers your hips forward until you catch the hang of it. His lips motivate you with showers all over your neck and shoulders. You return it tenfold with bites and marks littered across his throat and chest.

Pleasure swells through your head. Strikes down your spine. The air leaves you in bouts you can barely keep up with. Not that you care. Not that it matters. Who needs air when pleasure flies you to cloud nine?

“D-Does - does it feel - feel good?” Your eyes search his scrunched up face for an answer. Your impatience drops a hand to his cock, and you messily stroke along the trails of wetness leaked from his pulsating tip. An action he clearly was not anticipating with the way his back arched and moans tumbled forth.

Not groans. Not grunts. Moans. You really are in heaven. To have a man of his experience, his age, his occupation and stature. Moan for you.

Your thrusts catch wind of the small ego boost. Fueled with pride you angle, like he’s taught you, and buck ferally into different spots. Searching for that one - just that one -

“A-Ah fuck-!”

There.

“Answer me. . . Please,” the whine borders all sorts of needy and pathetic. Your lips are wet on his throat as you suckle down on his adam’s apple and press your skin together. Consume his heat for your own. “T-Tell me you feel good. That I’m - making - hngh.”

“Feels - good.” he groans. You don’t expect the hand that claps down on your thigh. Only the grin that he shoots up at you.

“But go faster. Yeah - ngh - th-thas’ ittt. . .”

What more can you do but drive yourself to madness with your messy thrusts? You’ll keep humping away at his tight hole. Shower him in kisses, bites, gropes - what have you. Sure you might cum more times as you. But as long as you both get your fill — who cares about inexperience?

Just gives him more time to teach more. More time for you to fuck him.

[thesimulacrasimp]

Okay so im gonna just throw randomly my thoughts on sm6 while rewatching it cuz why not, I was doing the same thing for hazbin hotel so why not spooky month too?

So yeah, SPOOKY MONTH 6 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Ok im just gonna say: that starting scene with thieves was kinda funny. Also rewatching it, im starting to suspect that this giant spider thing in Lilas attic have her husbands soul, IDK WHY, I JUST FEEL LIKE IT, it just looks so important, it even appeared twice in the ep: in the begining n in the end.

Also ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE HOW JAUNE CALLED LILA "HOT STUFF"??? WHILE HAVING A HUSBAND?????? A HUSBAND THAT SITTING NEARBY HER WHEN SHE SAYING THAT???????? ARE THEY IN A POLY RELATIONSHIPS HOLY FUCKING SHIT????????????? IM EVEN MORE INTRIGED NOW

Okay so Skid does know and remember his dad, I just was thinking that his father left/died when Skid still wasnt born or when he was very little so Skid doesnt even know that he had a father, but no he does remember his dad, so that means he presented for quite long time in Skids life.

Also im really suprised how big Pumps house is, well i mean— he said that his parents work alot so ig i shouldnt be suprised-

Poor Ignacio just wants some peace– *watched the ep a lil longer* Oh hes kinda fucked up actually---

Also for some reason i find kinda interesting that Ross n Rob were kinda comforting Roy every time they were on the screen like "We're here for you, Roy" etc etc, so im thinking maybe something bad happened to Roy? I mean he looked kinda frustrated n angry, so maybe somethng between him n his parents?

Okay but can we talk about how Moloch look so much more scarier than before?

Okay so--- get ready for my rambleling bout my boy Dexter-- HE LIVED WITH HIS MOM N ALOT OF CATS😭😭😭 N HIS MOMS PURE GRIEF BOUT HER LOSS WAS GENIUNALY SO SAD TO WITNESS 😭😭😭😭

Okay so looking at Skids impression when Father Gregor asked him bout his father-- yeah i think his dad actually died---- but i can be wrong ofc

Okay- im sorry but-- why does Kevin n Radfords interactions make them look like a couple--- I AM SORRY BUT----

Also the way Father Gregor gave Kevin holy water was really funny to me, it was like: "You know these children?? Yeaahhhh i feel bad for u, kid. Here have some holy water, just in case...." ALSO the fact that ppl started coming in the store ONLY after Radford sprinkled holy water in it-- DOES THAT MEAN THAT THERE WERE DEMONS IN IT THAT WERE KEEPING PPL AWAY???

Dont mind me guys, im just a little crying :')

Okay but the way how Skid n Pump were SO exited to see Moloch again was really funny n cute at the same time

Okay... This is the part when i literally teared up. I know it was just Moloch trying to fool Father Gregor to give him kids but idk.... It still made me tear up for some reason, and i even know the reason: i just miss Dexter so much n i didnt expect him to appear so much times in this ep, I just think hes a precious boy who deserved better. I KNOW THAT HE WAS KILLING ANIMALS N I DONT APPROVE THAT AT ALL, but hes still a sweetie idfc.

Also why would Patty need a gun so immediatly?..

Also that part when Moloch were wandering around the town n Father n spooky bois were trying to catch him was so funny and entertaining

Poor Pelo got ooffed again. Press F.

AND OMG THIS PART WHEN MOLOCH POSSESED SKID N PUMPS BODIES AND THE FATHER EXORCISMS THEM WAS SOOOO COOL, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY, I THINK I JUST HAVE A THING FOR DEMONS N EXORCISM.

And this is the part where i actually cried alot. Poor Skid doesnt know that its not his fault at all.. Also even if Father Gregors words were kinda mean, that Lila is irresponsible mother, I cant disagree with them. Yes, she is an alone mother, but it doesnt give her permission to just leave her child to himself n his friend n go drink n then spent time w her child drunk. Yeah i know, that she leaves him to mr Wonder n Susie, but lets be honest, were here even a single time when the kids didnt just leave the house n cause problem? No. So i think the Fathers words are make perfect sense, n Lila should think bout it. Also a lil thing i just thought bout, why would Lila throw away her husbands stuff? If he actually died why would she do this? Or hes not dead n he just left for some reason? Idk

Also OMFG THAT OOGA BOOGA JUMPSCARE GOT ME SO FUCKING GOOD, I WASNT READY FOR AT ALL

and so ummm i think thats it. It took me 1 hour to write this lol.

[mj-iza-writer]

Old leaves and twigs broke under Whumper's feet as they ran barefoot through the woods. He had no idea where he was running too, but anywhere was good as long he didn't catch them.

"Whumper you're just making this harder on yourself", Whumper heard through the trees. They sounded uncomfortably close.

Whumper stopped to get his barings, "that fucken caretaker, how was I even found. Whumpee wouldn't have known where this place was."

Whumper took off again, trying to change directions. He couldn't let Whumpee's caretaker find him. There's no telling what he'd do, especially out here with no witnesses.

Whumper accidentally rolled his ankle with a large stick that slid through the wet leaves. He slid along with it and fell into the muck of leaves.

"Shit", Whumper groaned.

"I heard that", Caretaker yelled, "that means I'm close to you.

The sound of a shotgun being pumped gave Whumper a boost of adrenaline.

"I can't run like this", Whumper tried to stand, but definitely had a bad sprain.

Whumper looked into the trees and found one that he could climb.

Once situated on the limb, he tried to catch his breath. He was sore all over. Caretaker had snuck onto the private property and knocked at his door. Whumper didn't even have a second before the door was kicked in. He dodged Caretaker and ran.

The sound of someone approaching sent chills down Whumper's back.

Caretaker examined the skid mark, "wow you must have gotten pretty hurt here, I bet you twisted maybe even sprained an ankle", Caretaker laughed, "definitely no way you kept running on that."

Whumper held onto the trunk of the tree, he was shaking uncontrollably.

Caretaker leaned against a different tree, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. "I know you're close. I can wait as long as you need me too. I am very patient."

Whumper rolled his eyes, 'great', was his only thought.

He heard Caretaker laugh again.

"I had hoped to catch you off guard, I don't even think you had shoes on when you ran. Your feet are probably killing you from the forest floor", Caretaker blew out some smoke, "we can wait all night if you want, I'm dressed to be out here. I know you are going to have a rough time though."

Whumper looked down at his feet, sure enough they were a bloody mess. He groaned silently when he moved his ankle slightly.

"I want you to pay attention to the fear you feel right now. Knowing that I have the upper hand, and you are at my mercy. This is how you made Whumpee feel all day, every day", Caretaker continued, "you've done some twisted things to them, but don't worry, they are in good hands now."

Whumper looked down at Caretaker. This man was absolutely terrifying. It shook Whumper even more thinking about what Caretaker had planned.

"I know you're up in that tree", Caretaker stated ominously not even looking up.

Whumper's whole body jolted at the thought. Caretaker was aware of them being up there this whole time.

"Do I need to shoot you down, or are you going to get down here willingly and pay for what you've done to Whumpee?", Caretaker dropped the remaining part of the cigarette and stepped on it, "you get a minute before I start shooting, keep in mind I won't miss."

Whumper sighed.

"I can't get down. It was hard enough to get up here", Whumper called down.

Caretaker looked up, "and do you think I care?"

Whumper sighed, then moaned and groaned all the way down the tree.

Once low enough Caretaker yanked him off the tree and threw him to ground.

Whumper lay face down into the dirt. He didn't want to look up.

Caretaker circled, "you know Whumpee is an open book. They were so desperate for love and attention, once they got it, a wealth of knowledge. Get up and kneel."

Whumper groaned as they got up, kneeling made their ankle throb.

"Do I, do I have to kneel? My ankle..."

"You made Whumpee do stuff when they were in pain", Caretaker interrupted, "you didn't care, so why should I?"

Whumper looked down.

"I'm not sure what I want to do with you yet. I can't do something overly illegal, or I risk being taken from Whumpee's care team. I don't trust the justice system though, they won't give Whumpee closure. I think you deserve worse than jail honestly."

Whumper listened.

"Whumpee says to let you go, but I don't trust you. You'll probably go find someone else to hurt or come back for Whumpee. I'm not chancing it", Caretaker frowned.

"You'll never see or hear from me again I promise", Whumper pleaded, "just let me go."

Caretaker circled Whumper, "nice try but Whumpee wouldn't be completely free knowing you were out there, and what if you do strike again. I could be allowing you to go screw with another person's life."

Whumper begged, "no, please, I'm done I swear."

"Get up", Caretaker commanded.

Whumper stood as quickly as they could.

"What was that one thing you did to Whumpee, oh I remember", Caretaker smirked, "let's go back to your house and replicate it."

"Uh no please, just kill me if you must", Whumper fell back down to the ground, "I don't know what you are implying, but I don't want it."

"I'm sure Whumpee didn't want to do it either", Caretaker replied sharply, and pulled them back up, "I can't just kill you, they'd trace it back to me, I can cause an accident though."

"What?", Whumper stumbled as Caretaker shoved them.

"How many situations do you have coursing through your mind right now, hmm?", Caretaker pushed Whumper through the woods, "what exactly do you think I could do to you?"

"I don't want to find out", Whumper replied.

They finally made it back to Whumper's property.

"Let's go inside", Caretaker pushed them forward with his gun.

"I'm serious, can we not do this", Whumper turned toward Caretaker.

"How many times did Whumpee ask you for mercy. After they were found, you went into hiding. You hurt someone, and you don't want to deal with the repercussions", Caretaker frowned.

"I'm sorry, I'll do anything, just please don't do what you are planning", Whumper pleaded.

"Okay, you come back with us, confess to the court, and take whatever they give you. I'm sure you'll receive more mercy from them, then from me", Caretaker frowned, "unfortunately."

"Did you say us?", Whumper questioned.

A police siren sounded making Whumper jump.

"You tricked me", Whumper looked wide eyed at Caretaker, "you did all of this... and for what?"

"Satisfaction. Trust me, if I could have killed you, I would have, but like I said, I don't want to be taken from Whumpee's care team", Caretaker sighed and cleared the gun before handing it to the police, "I received permission to do this so you would confess, and give me some satisfaction. Plus, I was recording so Whumpee could watch you piss yourself", Caretaker grinned, "give them some justice."

Whumper's hands were pulled behind them, and cuffs were clicked tightly around their wrist.

Caretaker pulled out a cigarette box and lighter, and watched as Whumper was arrested.

A police officer stepped up beside them, "how hard was it to not pull the trigger. You had two bullets. I would have had a hard time."

"It was easy, I kept reminding myself that Whumpee was waiting for me. I have other responsibilities to attend to", Caretaker put the cigarette to his lips to light it, "I didn't have time to waste fighting the justice system. The same courts that will let them walk free, would put me in jail. That's why I requested the camera, in case things didn't go my way. Whumpee also begged me not to kill him. I keep my promises."

Caretaker walked into the house a while later, and was met by a curious Whumpee.

"Whumpee you shouldn't be out of bed", Caretaker kicked off his boots and frowned at the trail of my mud, "I thought I got it all off, I guess not."

"H-how did it go?", Whumpee poked their fingers together shyly.

"It went well, they are still alive if that's what you mean", Caretaker smiled, "I scared them, and they confessed. The police were able to arrest them."

Whumpee looked down.

"You seem unhappy", Caretaker knelt down in front of Whumpee, "why?"

"I'm sorry, I am happy, really. Thankyou for everything you've done for me", Whumpee faked a smile.

"But", Caretaker grinned, "you wanted something to happen, you wanted Whumper to have fought back a little, you wanted him to have experienced even a little of what he put you through."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker fearfully, but nodded, "am I bad for that?"

"No Whumpee, you're not", Caretaker ran his thumb across Whumpee's cheek to wipe a tear away, "you went through a lot. It's not wrong to wish that on the person who did it."

Whumpee whimpered as more tears started to fall.

"Aww Whumpee you've been holding in a lot of this, haven't you", Caretaker sighed, "it's okay, how about we go sit down. I do have a video of what happened if you want to watch that. I think it was really funny."

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker wrapped a blanket around Whumpee and got the video started.

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee giggled at Whumper's begging.

Whumpee wiped some more tears away and looked at Caretaker, "they looked terrified."

"They were very scared", Caretaker nodded, "did that make you feel a little better?"

"A little", Whumpee grinned, "but what's going to happen now?"

"For right now, we have to wait. The lawyers and court will have to deal with it. Whumper didn't look good running away and hiding", Caretaker sighed, "you are under the protection of your care team so no matter what you will never go back to him again."

Whumpee nodded, "can I, can I watch it again?"

"Of course you can", Caretaker winked, "I'm going outside for a smoke while you watch it, okay?"

"Okay", Whumpee grinned at Whumper falling to the floor as they scurried out of the house, "thankyou Caretaker", Whumpee turned to them, "thankyou so much for doing this."

Caretaker winked, "you're welcome Whumpee", he grinned, "I'm glad I was able to do it."

I don't want to talk about how long this has sat in drafts. I hope you enjoyed. -MJ

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[lolipoptheclown]

*crashes into your ask box* VAMPIRE BOB?! /VPOS

TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL—

SORRY I HAVE A SPECIAL INTEREST IN VAMPIRES. HEHEHSG 💥💥💥💥💥

YESYESYES VAMPIRE BOB!!! (Sorry for not answering sooner I fell asleep+had to get ready for school LOL I'm currently writing this on the bus)

A few other characters get bit too! Some don't get turned, and just DIE, but yk

Garcia? BITTEN! Lila? BITTEN! Streber? BITTEN! Kevin? BITTEN! Hatzgang? CLOSE CALL! Jaune? NOT BITTEN, BUT A VERY CLOSE CALL! Patty? BITTEN! Skid + Pump? SEVERAL CLOSE CALLS!

So ummmmMm idk how to start this so here's a basic rundown of everything that happens differently! This is going to be VERY long, I apologize in advance.

PRE-EPISODE 1:

Yk how Garcia and Bob were in that one picture together? Well uh... that picture never got taken! Both because Bob wouldn't show up in it anyway+because Boys & Grills is only open at night now! Then Bob also bit Garcia at some point, but he didn't turn him into a vampire, he just kills+eats him. RIP Garcia, death #1

EPISODE 1: Bob was about to bite Lila, but was distracted by the spooky dance, but before he could get arrested he kinda had an "oh shit" moment when the police walked in, turned into a bat, and flew off. Jack+John were never able to put him in prison or figure out who it was.

For the rest of the episodes until episode 5, Boys & Grills stays open, and Skid and Pump are shown visiting it a few times!

EPISODE 5: Lila gets bit during the chase scene through her house. Bob still got seasoned tho, cuz funny. Jaune hears what happened to Lila and goes to look for Skid, Pump, her son, and the rest of the Hatzgang with Aaron. Lila doesn't join them cuz she's not exactly conscious right now. Sucks to be Lila, person turned into a vampire #1

Then Bob starts going after Skid and Pump. He follows them to the haunted house, Streber gets bitten, his arm gets ripped off, Bob eats it, but he survives, that's it. Yk what happens there /silly. Leon and Ethan call the police. Sucks to be Streber, person turned into a vampire #2

Bob then follows them to the Candy Club, Kevin pulls the candy thing, but Bob doesn't get distracted by the candy! He doesn't like candy in this AU, actually. So, Bob runs over and bites Kevin. Skid and Pump are like "woah so cool, that looks so real!" and run off. Kevin doesn't get turned, and dies, wompwomp. Rick just went back home, so Kevin's body is kinda there for a while until someone notices. RIP Kevin, death #2

Bob would've bitten a member of the Hatzgang, but he was mainly after Skid + Pump because of how he's already bitten Lila (and he also severely dislikes them) and steals their candy for the hide & seek scene. Jaune and Aaron find the Hatzgang, and explain the situation. Carmen shows up and takes Roy home, so Ross and Robert are the only ones that go with them. Everyone in the hatzgang is safe!

Skid and Pump don't get harmed at all in the hide & seek scene. Bob gets hit by a car after they leave the building, like in canon, and everyone gets in the police car. Skid and Pump are safe!

When Bob reaches through the police car window later on to try and stab everyone, he almost bites Jaune. But Aaron pulls her back with everyone else. Jaune is safe!

The rest of the episode plays out like how it does in canon, except Bob isn't actually dead, he's just unconscious. Boys & Grills closes down the next day.

In the secret ending for episode 5, Bob is brought to the morgue, but since he's not actually dead, he finds Patty there. She gets bitten! Jack + John walk in, witnessing the aftermath, and Bob takes off! Now he's in hiding. Sucks to be Patty, person turned into a vampire #3

Uhhhh this ramble is getting WAY TOO LONG but imma put this funny fun fact anyway: Bob is always really nervous around Father Gregor. Father Gregor is always confused as to why, but it's because he has that cross necklace with him everywhere. Bob would kill him, but he can never seem to catch Gregor at a time where he doesn't have his bag of holy weaponry /silly

Oh and Jaune takes care of Skid now

That's pretty much it :3

[sunny6677]

LILA X KEVIN AU RAMBLE FOR UNWANTED GUEST SINCE I HAVENT TALKED ABOUT IT IN A BIT!!

@normystical

Once again—not much would be different here except for the opening scene. Kevin would likely be seen following Skid nonchalantly in the background as Lila cooks, or he'd be cooking with Lila or just be seen walking behind her toward the table with a mug in his hand. He'd be seen either walking behind the couch where she's sitting in the next scene or he'd be sitting next to her, though if he's sitting next to her I imagine he probably doesn't notice the noise (or he does but he doesn't think much of it). And he'd also seen laying next to Lila in the scene where she's sleeping, with his back turned to her or his arms around her. Either way, he does seem to kinda hear the noise because he looks slightly irritated as Lila sits up and remarks: "..you annoyed the wrong person, Rat. Hmph."

Kevin wouldn't be present at the house for the rest of the episode. But in the scene where he actually appears, I imagine he seems more worried when he notices how beaten up the kids look and asks what happened. The kids don't give an exact answer—with Skid just asking for a candy can. Kevin's apology sounds a little more genuine here, but he gives them candy cans anyway. Skid also lies that they were just messing around or 'had an accident' or 'fell' so Kevin doesn't suspect anything. Kevin is still skeptical, but shrugs because Skid is just a pretty chaotic kid and he figures he might be telling the truth. He tells Skid and Pump to just be more careful after kinda helping them by fixing up their costumes. Butttt.. then the 'sugar' scene happens. Kevin freaks out a little more than he does in the actual episode, and when the kids leave, he mutters about what to do and if he should call Lila. But then the cops in, the same scene plays out, and when the robbers take the 'sugar' afterward (though when the cops leave he seems less happy since his girlfriends kid probably just talked to a drug dealer or something), he doesn't say anything and just seems to be in shock.

Kevin probably isn't present for the last scene since he'd still be at work. But I can imagine Lila kinda calling him about everything after it happens. Or maybe he only returns during the final scene, and then as he tries asking what happened, the man on the TV spooky dances. Though I can also see Kevin not letting Skid & Pump leave in the previous scene (with them being somewhere else during the cops and robbery scene)—and taking them home only to witness the thing with Moloch jdndnnd.

[antihibikase2]

Soaring black wings glide through the air with the ferocity of a predator, as Mandibuzz’s claws held onto Hilda’s shoulders.

She may not have the same supernatural or psychic connections her friends had with their Pokemon, even with Victini following her every movement no matter where she was,

but what she did have was all of the league’s names on her Xtransceiver, and she was sure that she was at the top of their emergency contacts.

As soon as Caitlin informed her about a particularly strong distress signal coming from Route 21, just south of Humilau City, she already had a hunch on the scene she was about to witness.

She would have those trio of children handling the rest of the battles; for now, her priorities were saving both Bianca and Cheren from Neo Team Plasma- both were last heard from in the Marine Tube, where they failed to meet up with Rosa at the end of the the tunnel.

The only thing found at the scene of the crime was a half-bitten apple, one that smelled all too familiar and foul.

She doesn’t need any more proof to justify the burning anger from within her.

Mandibuzz caws as they grew closer to the flying ship. 

Hilda takes out two Pokeballs and stretches them in front of her, sending out both Krookodile and Serperior to clean out the deck. Their weight drops them straight into the floorboards, startling the grunts and giving them no time to recover.

Hilda doesn’t wait for them to get ready; just as they had played dirty two years ago, so will she.

All was fair in the name of love and war, and Hilda would not risk losing her best friends ever again.

“Baroness, Viscount,” Even through the blistering winds, they could hear her loud and clear as she hovered in the sky like an angel of death, about to deliver divine punishment. “Outrage, Dragon Tail!”

In a few seconds, grunts were blown left and right, some scampering into the insides of the Plasma Frigate to seek shelter, while very few who were brave enough to withstand her rage stayed behind, sending out Pokemon of their own.

Hilda whistles.

Mandibuzz drops her at a safe enough platform, before joining the rest of her teammates. 

Hilda quietly reminds herself to give them all a good brushing and lots of kisses later- for now, with only three Pokemon accompanying her, she forces her way into the rest of the ship, the rest of the grunts all too distracted by the sudden downpour indoors and the thunder that accompanies it.

She has a small smile on her face as she hears three familiar voices booming through the room.

“Bishop, make it rain! Big Guy, strike ‘em down!”

Then there was a strong gust of wind.

“Take the stage, Akko! Go, go, go!”

And amidst the heavy rain and the wind, she feels particles of sand brushing through her skin.

“Sandy, let’s back them up! Bulldoze!”

Reckless kids.

She passes through the corridors with relative ease; no eyes are on her and most of the rooms have been emptied of people, giving her all the time in the world to find what she was looking for- except she couldn’t afford to sightsee every nook and cranny of the flying ship.

It felt all too familiar, storming the lion’s den in an effort to save her best friends.

And if she were to take her time now as she had before, then the story would end the same way as it always had, with only a tragedy waiting for them.

Plop, plop, plop.

She turns around, seeing a little Poliwhirl with a King’s Rock on its head, looking at her all too intently with its black eyes.

“Hydro Pump!”

“Duke!”

She sends out her Seismitoad, absorbing the attack into its body even as it skids on the floor.

Hilda sees a familiar boy across the room, donning a face she swore she saw on TV before.

Then it clicks.

“Ah, you’re that,” She thinks of the proper word. “The singer. Dancer. Idol? Yeah, you’re that idol kid. The one Hughy listens to.”

The mention of his name makes the other tense up.

“What is it.. Campbell? No, no, don’t tell me. Connor? No? Cayden? Caleb? Getting warmer?”

“Christoph.”

“Christoph! Yeah, that’s right,” She lets out a bitter laugh. “But that’s not it either, right? Hughy said you guys were close enough friends for you to trust him with your real name. Your name’s Curtis.”

Curtis, unamused, recalls Poliwhirl into its ball, sending out a Dusclops instead, with a Reaper Cloth clutched into its fist.

“Now, that’s surprising,” Hilda opts to switch out Seismitoad as well, picking between the other two balls on her belt. “Your Pokemon haven’t evolved! And they’re all little ones who evolve through trade too. Isn’t an idol like yourself connected to a lot of people?”

She’s well-aware of what she’s doing, pushing the buttons of the enemy like this.

She’s also aware that this guy was probably the one who captured Bianca, seeing as it was her Pokedex he was consulting for his Pokemon’s moves.

She resists the urge to let her growing anger consume her.

Don’t lose your heart.

Curtis chooses not to entertain her taunts, glancing at the Pokedex for a second before issuing his next move.

“Dusclops, Shadow Punch!”

“Emperor, Protect!”

Her Accelgor speeds out of his Pokeball, forming a barrier between them. Dusclops bounces back a bit, but readies another attack.

“Brick Break!”

“Me First!”

Accelgor and Dusclops fists clash, both caught up in a stalemate in the middle of the room.

Hilda whistles, and Accelgor bounces back, adjusting the Choice Specs it was wearing. Dusclops struggles to remain its footing, still holding onto the small item in its hand as if it was a security blanket.

“Bug Buzz!”

Dusclops stands no chance, and Hilda lands a critical hit.

Before Curtis can send out one of the other two Pokemon he has left, however, Accelgor pins him against the wall right next to the doorway, dropping Bianca’s Pokedex on the floor.

He’s unable to move, especially with the way Accelgor was glaring down at him.

“You know,” Hilda strides to him, her boots splashing the puddles from the leftover from the earlier Hydro Pump. “You seem to know what you’re doing, at least. Relying on the dex isn’t a bad thing. If only your Pokemon could evolve.”

If Curtis tried to say something, he could barely get a word out.

“But we can chitchat later. For now,”

Carefully, from within her bag, Hilda takes out a ziplocked sandwich bag containing the half-bitten apple recovered from the Marine Tube. Though it was sealed in three layers of plastic, she could still smell its poisonous odor.

“You’re gonna have to work with me, idol boy, or you’re gonna be losing more than just your career.”

[maybestoryideas]

Babysitting Skid & Pump w/ Agoti and Tabi

How They Met

In a momentary lapse of your infinite wisdom and judgement, you accidentally scheduled to meet up with Agoti and Tabi on the same day you offered to watch over the Skid and Pump for Lila. Apparently she had to leave town for the day, and the kids had been getting in more trouble than usual.

You were getting ready to leave for Lila’s, only to be met with a screen demon and floating skull when you opened your front door.

After explaining the situation to them, you promised to hang out some other day, when you wouldn’t be busy. Somehow, Agoti interpreted this as an invitation to join you and help babysit, which is the exact opposite of what you were implying.

You were more than a little worried about Skid and Pump meeting your friends. The kids could be quite the handful sometimes, and your friends were prone to… outbursts.

“Hey, Tabi! I didn’t know you had a little brother.”

“Shut the fu-“

“Language.”

When Skid and Pump see Agoti and Tabi, they’re instantly attached.

“Skid, Pump, these are my friends, and they were just leaving.”

“I like your spooky masks!”

“Um, thanks… Why are you two wearing costumes?”

“It is the spooky month!”

“It’s 90 degrees outside.”

“Wanna see something really cool?”

Agoti then proceeds to get down on the sidewalk and start doing push-ups with his tongue. Skid and Pump are instantly impressed.

“Your spooky friend is so cool!”

“They think I’m cool. Whaddya say about that?”

“I say you just licked a public sidewalk and probably need to go to a hospital.”

“Can Agoti and Tabi hang out with us today? Please?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure they have very important adult things to do and need to get going.”

“Not really.”

“Dang-it.”

“Please???”

Skid, Pump, AND Agoti are at your legs, staring up at you with big begging eyes. Tabi is standing behind them with secondhand embarrassment.

“F-Fine!”

“Yay!”

Agoti is constantly bragging and being a show-off for the kids; he’s playing it up more than normal. Meanwhile Tabi’s being a lot more chill, vaguely answering any questions the kids have about him.

“You’re so good a video games!”

“Yeah, I’m a bit of a celebrity. I actually got so famous that these jerks tried to get rid of me. Obviously it didn’t work, though, and blah blah bla-blah blah…”

“Are you a ghost?”

“My body’s invisible. It’s a long story.”

Skid and Pump try to teach them the Spooky Dance. Emphasis on ‘try’.

“How are you moving your arms that quickly?!”

“I feel like an idiot.”

Meanwhile, you’re recording all of it on your phone. Haha! Blackmail.

You spent the day playing video games, watching TV, and hanging around the house.

So, at the end of the day, it wasn’t a total disaster.

Together

After Agoti and Tabi showed that they can act like decent people in front of kids, you agreed to let them join you whenever you’re babysitting.

You thought having three adults keeping track of two kids would make things easier, but they somehow manage to get into more trouble between the four of them.

“You’re supposed to the mature ones! How do you manage to cause this much trouble? On accident?!”

You always end up having to be the ‘Mom-friend’, but it rarely does any good.

“Let’s go to the spooky forest.”

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

“Let’s… not?”

“Let’s put it to a vote! Who wants to go into the cool spooky, haunted, abandoned forest?”

[Three hands immediately go up, followed by a fourth]

“And who wants to stay home and be boring?”

[One awkward hand goes up]

To be fair, Tabi at least tries to be a responsible adult, so it balances out Agoti’s chaotic enabling.

They once took everyone to Zardy’s maze. Never. Ever. Again.

“You’re going to get us lost, just like last time!”

“That was your fault! I knew exactly where we were going, but you kept taking us in the wrong direction!”

“Guys, we haven’t even gone into the maze yet. Look, the sign’s right behind yo-”

*angry SEGA Genesis and angry Russian noises intensify*

You decided to take Skid and Pump through the maze, and just left the two screaming outside the entrance. When you finally got to the end, they were still screaming. Not at each other, but at a scarecrow.

They’re a lot more well-behaved when you’re just hanging around town. Probably because otherwise they’d have to deal with police and witnesses.

If any shady creeps approach your group, Agoti and Tabi will stand right behind Skid and Pump, silently threatening until they back off.

They also do it whenever the Hatzgang starts picking on Skid and Pump, though they tone it down since Roy and his friends are still teenagers.

“Hey kid. You’re not causing trouble for my friends here, right?”

“N-No, sir! We’re just… kidding around. Oh God, please don’t kill me!”

For one Halloween, Skid and Pump dressed up as Tabi and Agoti.

“Aw! You two are look so cool and spooky!”

“How come you never call us cool and spooky?”

“Skid and Pump are cute kids. You two are public menaces.”

You frequently visit the candy store at the end of the day. On the off chance that there’s something the kids want but can’t get, Agoti will pay for it or bribe Kevin to look the other way. Sometimes it doesn’t work and then Tabi will threaten to demolish the store. That always works. You’ve started forcing them to wait outside the store while you buy everything yourself.

Even though Agoti and Tabi’s chaotic personalities feed into Skid and Pump’s mischievous behavior, you can tell that they genuinely like the kids, and you’re happy they get along well. Sometimes.

“Pump, where did you learn that word?”

“I heard Agoti shouting it when he was playing video games.”

“I thought so.”

Meanwhile

“Hm…”

“What’s up, dude?”

“I don’t why, but I think [Name’s] gonna kick my ass tomorrow.”

(Thanks for reading! Please give me things to write about?)

[isaac-lahey-imagines]

Imagine #70 | Request #31 (Part 3/3 of Isaac Lahey x Alpha!Reader)

Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2 (might need to rewrite these two though)

Can I just say that you guys who stuck with this blog (and the Wattpad imagines) are the best? And to think I haven't posted in years and we've hit 6k+ followers when I came back?! I don't even know how you people are still here and loving the pieces I put out when I'm here cringing over the old works back in 2015!

Warnings: The usual when it comes to the Teen Wolf series, specifically the Dread Doctors' season, mentions of blood, bones breaking, drugs, needles, a few curse words, idk if this is angst? whump?

Word Count: 6k+ (it's probably the longest I've written omg)

Not much of a flashback or backstory (I'm out of words, I can't squeeze anymore juices out of my brain, my bad). As usual, this is note beta-ed and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my first language :(

~

“No more, please,” weak cries fell on deaf ears as you were dragged down from one hall to another, the smell of disinfectant and rust overpowering your already sensitive nose and magnifying the headache that was present from when you took a beating earlier.

The sound of bare flesh skidding on the polished floor bounced off the walls as you tried to pull away and run from your captors, you did not care of the stinging sensation that radiated from the pads of your feet - the open wounds left untreated by the people who kept you in hopes that whatever was inside of you can take care of it on its own.

You were repulsed at the thought of them still being considered as people after what they have put you through - they were monsters.

“Just a little more, my dear.” One of the figures that held your arm sneered, the grip on your bicep tightening making you clench your jaw. You internally scoffed at this knowing well that it won’t be ‘just a little more’ with how long and how frequent it happened and will happen.

“She should be able to go through another round.” A voice, deeper than the feminine one from earlier, spoke up as you entered through the heavy double doors of a room - an operating theater you guessed from the setup. “Prep her.”

“Her vitals are stronger now.” The third person declared, their fingers flipping through the pages of the clipboard in their hands before glancing towards the monitor to one side of the room - an image of your anatomy on display with different colors corresponding to each system in your body.

“The less you struggle the faster this will be.” One of the doctors, the Geneticist, who dragged you to this hell hole hummed as she was met with resistance on your end while she strapped you down on the cold metal table, the leather rubbing your already raw skin.

Her patience with you was at a limit, she was close to just ending it - ending you. But they have already achieved so much with their craft that it would be such a waste of time and resource to start from square one.

“Remember,” The Pathologist warned as he walked closer to you once you were settled down. “The louder you scream, the more blood we take from you.”

The tears that fell from your eyes to the sides of your face tickled your ears at the threat, small whimpers coming from you were ignored.

“Might I remind you that the btch wakes up?” The Geneticist interrupted, irritation in her voice as she steadied your shaking right hand before inserting an IV cannula in a vein at the back of your hand and taping it in place. Looking up to her left, she reached for the device below one of the two bags that hung on the pole and unclamped its tube letting the mix of anxiolytic, hypnotic, and anticonvulsant start to flow down to you. She then turned her attention to the other bag beside it, a mix of amnestic, and myorelaxant drugs, and did the same - a near-perfect cocktail mix they specifically designed for you.

She reminded the other doctors that no matter how much benzos, relaxants, or other drug concoctions they pump in your veins, you will wake up in between operations screaming your head off while attempting to break free of the hold you are currently in. “No matter how much sedatives we put in her, her wolf is too strong-”

“It’s an animal-” The Surgeon spoke up.

“She’s an alpha, a pure one-” She argued again, almost growling at the hard-headedness of her co-doctors before she was cut off by the same person.

“An animal.” He spoke in finality. “We are humans - gods even! We are at the very top of the damned food chain.”

The room suddenly fell silent, your whimpers, the beeping of a monitor, and the hum of the machines somewhere in the room were the only things that could be heard as you started to feel the effects of the fluids injected into you.

The tension you felt from earlier began to leave your body just as your vision started getting cloudy, your eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. You didn’t notice the Pathologist holding up a syringe to the light, flicking the bubbles away with his middle finger and thumb a few times before the taste of rubber invaded your mouth with such force that hurt your lips, gums, and teeth.

The Surgeon that was above you, blocking the light for a few moments, had shoved the mouth guard in before he continued securing your head in the metal gear positioned above you. Your neck followed suit with a hard metal clamp attached to the table effectively locking you in place and soon, your whole body was completely immobilized with a loud click from the double lock clamps.

The tears continued to flow down the sides of your face as you fought the sleepiness, praying for this to just end. The dread of what is to come overwhelming you and making your body shake as much as the drugs and table’s hold on you would allow.

“I’m surprised the smart one hasn’t figured it out yet.” They exchanged small talk over your muffled screams as soon as you felt the sharp sting of a needle puncturing your skin and into your cervical spine; expelling whatever it was they created into your system for the nth time. Your ears hurt from the ringing in your head while your throat burned as the pain from the syringe radiated all over your body.

“I’m surprised her mate hasn’t.” The Geneticist replied with emphasis.

“My friends, let us not be complacent.” Their leader ended their conversation as he now concentrated on looking at the x-ray on the monitor showing the movement of the serum as it spread in you.

“We continue our routine - clean her up, wipe her to an extent and then return her. ” He added as he pushed more of the liquid in you with a press of a button by your head.

“Marcel, they will know, soon enough.” She pointed out. “She will start to have withdrawals if-”

“We won’t let that happen.”

~

Sneakers skidding on the floor as everyone seemed to scramble out of the way towards the door, eyes wide with fear looking at the figure in front of them.

“Y/N?”

“Alpha?”

Isaac watched as the massive wolf in front of them let out a deep growl with its teeth bared at the people that called her attention, the fur on her back and chest standing up making her look even bigger than she already is.

“Y/N,” Isaac knew that Deaton was the best person to handle all kinds of supernatural cases, hence, the title of Emissary to their pack. “It’s Deaton.”

Letting out another growl as you licked your lips, your tail flicked lowly behind you as your eyes darted to each person present in the room before landing back to one in particular who was too close for comfort.

“Y/N, hey,” His voice sounded softer, it almost made you feel a sense of comfort until his hand reached out to you and made you snap back and almost bite it off.

This instinctively made Scott pull Isaac back by his shirt to a safe distance, struggling a bit in his grasp as the beta did not want to be moved further away from you despite the situation.

“Isaac, move back,” Deaton warned when he noticed that the curly-haired werewolf was not backing down, a hand gesturing for him to move away from you. “She’s scared.”

“No, Deaton, she heard me. She’s there - Y/N,” Isaac argued before turning his attention back to you again, blue eyes already glassy as tears filled the rim of his eyes. “She heard me.”

Isaac tried to hold on to the hope that you were present underneath the wolf because he was sure he saw that familiar glimmer that was distinctly you.

Just as he attempted to reach out to you again with a whisper of your name on his lips, the same frequency you heard before rang in your ears making you seize up and drop to the ground.

“Agh! What is that?” Liam winced as his hands reached up to his head to cover his ears, eyes scrunching shut as he tried to will away the incessant ringing.

“What’s what?” Mason asked with confusion etched on his face as he looked at his friend then to Stiles and the others, the werewolves in the room in particular, doing the same.

Isaac did not care for the ringing he heard, witnessing you looking like you were being kicked or beaten as you struggled to stand up, the sound of pained screams, whines, and whimpers coming out of you pulled at his heart making him drop to his knees beside you.

His hands hovered over your form trying to figure out what to do while he avoided getting scratched by the large clawed paws that writhed with your body, Scott and Thor doing the same and looking over you trying to see where exactly were you hurting.

“Deaton,” Isaac called as he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder before hissing - you were burning up and the black color that coursed through his veins upon touching you wreaked of disease. “Deaton what do we do?!”

“What is that?” Thor asked in bewilderment as he saw what was happening with Isaac’s arms.

“Hold her still as much as you can,” The vet’s voice was calm despite the mess, going to one of the counters in the room and asking Stiles and Mason for assistance as he tried to collect what sounded like glass vials from the way it clinked in their hold.

Isaac heard Thor mutter an apology to his alpha as he tried to hold your hind legs down as much as he can, Scott doing the same by your torso and Isaac by your neck.

“Y/N,” Isaac continued to call for you as he tried to hold your front legs down. “It’s Isaac, baby - it’s me.”

“Hurry!” Scott called to Deaton as his eyes scrunched and a sheen of sweat already present on their foreheads, the ringing still present in their ears making it difficult for them to concentrate.

Just as Deaton returned and knelt by your side, carrying a stainless steel tray that contained what looked like multiple large syringes in it, the static ringing noise started to get louder making the supernatural beings in the room let out a pained groan and lose their grip on you.

It grew too much too quickly to bear, causing the lights and windows above your heads to shatter and engulf the room in darkness. As everyone ducked for cover, Isaac stayed by your side and tried to shield you from the onslaught of sharp glass descending on you.

It took a few moments before the ringing stopped and the feel of cold air entered the room, snapping them back to their senses as their eyes opened at the smell of blood it carried with it.

Isaac immediately sat up as he felt the cold tiled floor and not your warm body underneath him.

“Y/N,” was all he said before he sprinted out of the room, the others following behind him.

“How did she get out?” He heard Stiles behind him once they reached the outside of the clinic, Thor already looking around the perimeter of the establishment for any signs of you.

Isaac’s brain was running a hundred miles at what he saw and what had just happened inside, his lips quivering as he ran his hands through his hair and pulling at the roots in frustration. He sniffled as he tried to stop the tears from running down his cheeks with the heels of his hands. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing before turning to Scott.

“She’s not gone,” his alpha spoke, already reassuring him. “We’re going to find her.”

Just before Isaac could reply and shoot down the optimism his alpha had, a car screeched to a halt in front of them.

“Where is she?!” Lydia asked as she got out of the driver’s side, a frantic look in her bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Stiles was immediately by her side, cupping her face in his hands. But Lydia only moved out of the way and turned to Isaac and asked again.

“We don’t know where she is. She disappeared right before Deaton -” Lydia was close to tears again as she groaned in frustration.

“They can’t get her back.” She said, sounding more of a beg as her voice shook a little.

Everyone in front of her stopped what they were doing and looked at the Banshee.

“Who’s they? And where do you think Y/N is?” Stiles asked before a few seconds later, realization hit him.

~

It was on the way to Eichen House that Lydia explained everything she saw that made her break all the traffic laws implemented in Beacon Hills just to rush to the vet clinic. Isaac could not shake the feeling that Lydia, a banshee – a herald of death, had visions of you in his arms already in eternal slumber. His wolf broke more than a little as she spoke more of what she saw, only a few words registering to him – Y/N, doctors, experiment, and torture.

Everything was a flash for Isaac now, he did not even realize that they were now in a tunnel under the mental facility planning on who was going where.

But once their strategy was laid out, Isaac wasted no time in trying to locate even the faintest of your scent in the damp and moldy tunnel he was walking through. He heard Stiles and Lydia speaking on the phone in his pocket that they'd found an office that had files strewn everywhere – files that specifically contained information about you and what they have done with you so far.

“Any luck finding her?” Lydia asked as Isaac heard papers being flipped on the other end of the line.

“Nope, not yet,” Liam replied.

“No, she’s not here.” Thor was next then Scott, all claiming to find only empty rooms and dungeons.

“Isaac?” Lydia asked after not hearing from him.

“None,” he answered, sounding defeated as he rounded another corner with you nowhere in sight.

Isaac could hear collective sighs as they continued their searches, his ears already drowning out what Lydia and Stiles were doing - occasionally spitting out questions of why’s as they continued to browse through what they found in the files.

His breathing became labored as his mind started to play tricks on him the further we walked down the tunnel, the source of light slowly fading the deeper he went.

Just as he was about to turn another corner, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt as though soft fingertips touched him, making his skin crawl as he turned around quickly only to find an empty space. But as he directed his attention to the other corner of the room, the colors on his face drained.

Amidst the mess of metal chains and torn blankets, Isaac watched closely as the figure on the floor took a raspy breath, eyes moving behind closed lids, lips mumbling incoherent words.

“Y/N?” Isaac slowly approached, the other members of the pack on the other line calling for his attention and asking if they heard him call your name.

At the sound of your name being called, your body went rigid. Your eyes flew open, widening as you saw a shadowy figure in front of you moving closer.

“Please, no more.” Your voice cracked from the overuse as you begged, the sound of heavy metal clinking together echoed in the empty room as you backed away slowly. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, please!”

Your frame quivered as you continued to plead, sweat mixed with blood trickled down your body as you attempted to make yourself smaller against the corner of the cell; failing from the sudden pain on the back of your neck that restricted you to move any further away from where you were.

“Y/N, it’s Isaac. I’m not going to hurt you.” Isaac ignored the voices over the phone calling for him, asking if he really found you. “You’re safe now, they’re not going to hurt you.”

Isaac almost expected for you to cower further away from him, but you didn’t – instead, you relaxed a little as his hand landed on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder effectively pulling you into an embrace.

As Isaac felt you release a breath before melting against his chest, his scent effectively calmed you down as your wolf recognized her other half. You both stayed like that for a while before he went back to examining you and what was behind you, more so what was attached to you.

Now, more diligent in his movements, his hands hovered over what seemed to be a tube attached to the back of your neck. He shifted in his kneeling position, careful not to jostle you, before taking his phone from his pocket.

“Something’s attached to her, I need to get it off-.” He informed more to Stiles and Lydia than to others present on the call.

“Don’t!” Lydia exclaimed, panicked at what Isaac was planning. “Not yet.”

“But she’s already hurting!” Isaac’s hands returned to your shoulder and back, holding you closer - as close as the tube permitted.

“That’s connected to her spine, Isaac,” Stiles added, warning him of what might happen. “If you remove it you might do some serious damage here.”

His attention turned back to you when he heard you whimper his name.

You were testing to see if Isaac was really there with you or if you were merely hallucinating again, not sure anymore of what was real after everything that happened to you for the past few years.

“Isaac?”

“Hi,” he smiled down when he pulled away from you a little, his voice shaking as he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m here.”

Your eyes focused on his face, blinking a few times before-

“No.”

That, he did not expect.

“No, no, no.” You mumbled repeatedly making Isaac more confused- were you not happy or relieved to see him with you?

“You shouldn’t be here.” As you came to your senses, you moved out of his grasp and pushed him away at the same time with the little strength you have left.

“Y/N, we came here for you. What are you talking about?” Isaac was hurt, you can see it in his face the way his brows furrowed and eyes already releasing a few tears down his cheeks.

Before you could answer back, the same ringing sounded again.

“Isaac, you have to go, please.” You cried, your own tears flowing down your cheek as you tried to pry his hands that held on to your wrists away, wanting to get out of his hold on you all the while fighting the heavy ache in your body to turn against your own will.

“Isaac, you have to get out of there!” You can hear Stiles over the phone, can hear Scott and the others running to where your werewolf was located.

“I’m not leaving her,” Isaac growled at them but his eyes stayed on you.

“You have to, plea-”

“Y/N!”

A blood-curdling scream left your lips as your body started to tremble on the floor, your bones were visibly breaking and morphing under your skin against your will yet again. The jagged edges of the broken bones breaking through skin and the movement causing purple and blue patches to decorate your flesh, all the while the liquid inside the tube that was still attached to you bubbled angrily.

“Isaac!”

Turning to the person who called his name, he suddenly felt himself being tugged down to the floor as the sound of electricity zipping past them blasted onto the steel bars of a small window on the wall overcame your pained screams.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the static voice called.

“It’s the Dread Doctors.” Stiles’ voice over the phone can be heard, more papers can be heard being flipped and thrown somewhere. “They’re the ones doing this to Y/N.”

“I need to get it off of her!” Isaac spoke to the phone as he watched Thor lunge at one of the doctors in front of them, his clawed hand not holding back any hits he let out. Scott was next when another appeared much closer to where you and Isaac were.

Once your cries quieted down and your body settled down to small shakes - appeased from the onslaught of transforming against your will, Isaac’s hands hovered over the tube.

“You have to go before they hurt you.” It was barely a whisper when the words came out of your mouth, your body was getting too tired to fight it anymore.

“No, I’m not leaving without you, you know that.” Isaac spoke it with a voice that left no room for arguments as he held the tube in his hand and attempted to pull.

Isaac held back a sob as the screams you let out shattered through the noise of the grunts and punches being thrown. But before he could successfully pull it out, a force had hit him and sent him across the room hitting a wall with a loud thud.

“Near-perfect.” Another doctor, the same one who threw Isaac off of you, had appeared next to you with a device in his hand that, from the looks of it, controlled the tube that was pumping the liquid into you.

“Stop, please!” Your hands flew to the contraption attached to you just as Isaac charged at the doctor, sending them both to the ground.

Blinking away the heaviness of your eyelids, you tried to move from your position on the floor only to fall back down flat on your stomach. The wolf in you whined in panic, barking almost as she nudged you with her head to stand up - that you still had strength in you and she was there to anchor you herself.

“Give her back to me,” You can hear Isaac from across the room, the sight of him swiftly landing blow after blow at the doctor caught you off guard. The blood that ran down his temple to his eyes only added a level of intensity to his yellow glowing gaze as he gave a growl that had an unnerving timbre to it. “Now.”

On the other end of the room, you watch Scott claw at the doctor he was against before the mask fell off and revealed a face that was mottled, wrinkled, and scarred. If the true alpha was disgusted, he did not show it as he put his arms up to block the hit the doctor threw his way.

At the sound of a device dropping to the cemented floor, you felt the vibration of the tube behind you stop - the bubbles silencing as it halted its actions. This immediately cleared your head and relieved you of the pain, the fuzzy veil finally lifting as you took another deep breath and attempted to sit upright again.

Successfully sitting up with a few labored breaths accompanied by a wince, you lifted your aching arms and took hold of the tube attached behind you - the stinging feel of the needle made itself known as the small movement you made just from holding it jostled a little.

Taking a couple of ragged breaths again, trying to gather the courage and strength to pull the thing behind you when the air was suddenly knocked out of your lungs. The sensation of a sharp jab radiated from your side, the groan you let out echoed to the other end of the room making your eyes dart to where Isaac was.

“No,” you let out a gasp at the sight of your mate wide-eyed as he stared up at the doctor in front of him - the pain you felt on your side mirroring where the Surgeon’s swordcane embedded on Isaac’s side and giving it a twist for good measure. “Isaac!”

Your wolf’s painful yips turned to a low dangerous growl.

Feeling the familiar throb in your gums as your canines grew longer, you heard a banshee’s piercing scream all the way from the other wing of the Eichen house while a true alpha’s growl filled the place you were in.

“No more,” You say through clenched teeth, Thor’s knees buckling at the command in his alpha’s voice, Scott and the doctors they were up against stood in awe at the willpower you displayed.

“Perfect,” one of them said under their breath, the final push for perfection.

Finally standing tall, the tube attached to your neck earlier now clutched in your hand, you did not waste time as you took down each person who did you wrong.

Going for the closest antagonist in your life, Thor immediately scrambled out of your way as your claws wrapped around the Geneticists neck. You let your body move past her without letting go of your grip on her before using the momentum to lift the doctor up, the weight and force effectively disconnecting her head from the rest of her body before hurdling her to the Pathologist who was clambering away from Scott and the fight.

Everything was a blur to the other occupants of the room as you zipped past them and took down each one before you finally lunged at the Surgeon who finally released his grip on both his cane and on Isaac.

“My child-” he managed to say as your grip on his neck tightened, his feet barely touching the ground - your eyes glowing a dangerous color as you stared up at him.

You can finally see through the mask, raw pink flesh with stitches decorating it was what the steel mask protected. His mouth opened to say something but only a gurgled gasp came out as your other hand embedded itself in his chest and pierced through skin and muscle. You felt your wolf puffing up with pride and anger - you were their greatest creation and downfall.

Silence enveloped the room as the lead doctor took his last breath before you haphazardly threw him to the ground.

With his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed, Isaac pulled the swordcane out of him. His jaw clenching before he let out a pained groan at the feel of the weapon sliding out before leaning heavily against the brick wall while clutching his side.

Your attention was immediately drawn to your other half, managing to wipe off some of the blood on your hand before tending to him.

“Hey,” Isaac greeted as he tried to not lean all his weight to you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, careful not to touch the stab wound on his side. You felt tears playing at the edge of your lashes as you buried your face against his chest, the scent signifying home.

“Can’t really ask you if you’re okay,” You managed to say once you pulled away and looked up at him.

“You’re one to talk,” Isaac replied with a chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smiled, wiping the stray tear that ran down your cheek with the back of your hand as Isaac’s lips returned to your forehead for another kiss.

“Y/N, look-”

“No!”

A loud bang and the pain that came with it suddenly broke the bubble of peace you were in.

Clutching you to his chest, you saw the same confused expression that reflected on Isaac’s eyes before they darted from you to where the smell of gunpowder was coming from.

The Pathologist’s hand shook as he held the gun up, a crazed look in his eyes as he attempted to stand up from being buried under his colleague's lifeless body. He muttered incoherent words as he aimed the gun at you again.

But before he can pull the trigger, another loud thud took you all by surprise as you witnessed the man fall down flat on his face.

“Damn.” Lydia was behind him with a bloodied metal bat clutched in her hands - Stiles’ hands were up in the air, his eyes were wide as if he couldn’t believe his girl just did that.

“Well mark me down as scared and horny,” Stiles muttered under his breath, his brain replaying the moment Lydia all but took off with his metal bat and ran down the hall as fast as her heels allowed her to where they were now.

~

“Thank you, Thor.” You hugged the larger-built werewolf, his arms wrapping around you tightly but still being mindful of your current state. “But I don’t think I’m fit to be your alpha - to be the pack’s alpha anymore.”

“I will never understand how you and the others accepted me after what had happened.” Your feet dangled as you sat on a bricked fence outside of the Eichen house, the jacket from Isaac wrapped around you securely to act as a buffer against the coolness of the night.

You can hear Thor’s wolf whine at your words, his face already reflecting the sadness you both felt at what you were doing as he leaned against the fence you were sitting on.

“Alpha, please don’t discredit yourself.”

You looked up at him, not really believing his words with how much damage you’ve done to the pack - to your family.

“You are more than worthy - especially at your age.” He added, pointing out that most of the alphas out there were a hundred years older than you. “You are strong.”

“Thank you, again - for everything,” your lips quivered as you gave your best smile before glancing up to try and prevent the tears from spilling down your cheeks. The thought of leaving your pack broke your heart, they were family. But you needed to have someone better to lead and handle pack-related things -- you needed to recover.

A comfortable silence settled around the two of you before you heard Stiles and Isaac walking towards you.

“Jeep’s good to go, big guy.” Stiles said - more to Thor than you - with a tilt of his head to gesture to where they were parked as Isaac helped you to your feet and walked you towards Lydia’s car.

“You okay?” Isaac asked softly as you both settled in the back seat.

His eyes double-checked the graze on your shoulder from the bullet that hit you, his arms never leaving your side as he let you lean on him - exhaustion already catching up to you with the way your body sagged against his.

No, not really. You wanted to say as he only tugged you closer to him, the drive to Deaton being quieter save for the soft tunes the radio played.

“I will be.”

~~~

Isaac didn’t know what exactly woke him up.

Staring back at the ceiling, his ears strained to hear bed sheets rustling beside him. With the little light that passed through the curtains of the room you shared, he ran his hands down his face before turning to his bedside.

His eyes squinted when his phone awoke and flashed the time, 3:01AM it read - the phone’s screen showed a picture of the two of you together during a weekend picnic Lydia had arranged a few weeks ago. You had your eyes closed and lips smiling - a genuine smile after so long - against his neck as he had his arms wrapped around you tightly while he made a face to the camera.

Isaac stared at his phone’s lock screen a few moments longer before movement on his side and the feel of cold skin touching his leg took him out of his reverie.

Putting his phone back on the nightstand, he curled back down the covers and turned to face you. For someone who’s a warm-blooded supernatural creature themself, you sure have cold feet.

Isaac cupped your face before tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you were lying on your stomach facing him with your hands tucked just a little under your pillow. You were still in deep sleep but it did not look as peaceful as he remembered - your brows were furrowed, your lips moved as if mumbling something and an occasional hand twitch was what he observed.

“Y/N?” Isaac asked, his voice croaked from the lack of use as he leaned on his elbow and tried to coax you awake.

It didn’t take too long before Isaac finally understood what you were saying.

Please, no more...p-please.

Leaning over your side of the bed, Isaac flicked the switch to your bedside lamp open and tried to call for you again. He could now see the thin layer of sweat on your forehead, the sheets bunching up in your grasp as your knuckles turned a lighter shade from how tight your grip was.

I can’t t-take it anymore...

“Hey, baby,” Isaac gently ran his hand down your back a few times, trying not to ‘jolt’ you awake. He knew what methods to use in waking you up when things like these happen, though it took multiple trials and errors with a few bumps - more or less scratches - in the way. But god, he’d take you screaming and lashing out at him any day than this.

I’m sorry, I won’t do it again...

“Y/N, please wake up for me.”

It broke his heart more at the thought that while you were already together, even if in that span of time you were simply friends at first, they’ve already done a multitude of things to you.

“Y/N, I’m here - you’re safe.” He tried again, the soft kiss to your temple lingering a little longer in hopes that it might help - let you sense that he was present and you were not in danger anymore.

“Y/N, no one’s gonna hurt you,” He spoke softly.

Covering your clenched hand with his, it was all it took before your eyes flew open with a sharp gasp of air. It took some strength and swiftness from Isaac to hold your wrists when you sat up so fast - almost bumping his chin in the process - that you almost fell out of the shared bed.

“Hey, hey,” He called for you, your eyes were dilated, blown wide and looking around frantically as if you were searching for the threat that plagued your life a year ago and giving you these night terrors that prevented you from having a good night’s sleep.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” He repeated, waiting for you and not letting go.

“Isaac,” He waited a little more before you finally settled down and realized where you were, your voice shook a little as you spoke his name; eyes glassy as you looked at the familiar blue eyes that called for you.

“I’m here.” Isaac gave a small smile as his hold on your wrist loosened before sliding his hands in yours and holding onto them on your lap - the soft yellow light from your bedside lamp gave his face a soft glow; his eyes looking more kinder that it already was.

Not again. Your lips trembled as you held back a sob, you shook your head as you stared down at your joined hands.

You felt trapped.

That was the only thing you felt and you wanted out, you wanted this to stop; you want an end to this thing happening to you - you don’t deserve the man in front of you.

Having known you for so long, Isaac can already see it on your face, he already anticipated it.

“I love you,” He spoke.

Absolutely no room for arguments, “I won’t leave you.”

You felt Isaac’s hands rest on your hips as you withdrew yours from his hold and tried to stop and wipe as many tears as you could with the heel of your hands. He let you lean your head on his shoulder, the feel of his lips placing a comforting kiss to your ear should’ve given your heart a little leap but it didn’t.

“How much longer will you tell me that before you finally get tired?” You did not mean to say it out loud, you hiccupped once your tears finally settled down with your head and heart.

“Never,” Isaac said as he pushed you away a little to look at you, cupping your face in his warm hands to make you look up at him, a glint of playfulness present. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You could only sigh and give a soft smile.

“You’re too good for me, Isaac.”

Bringing your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles, he let them go before cupping your face again and leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and lastly a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You deserve good things, Y/N.”

You deserve them after everything you went through. Isaac gave that smile he reserved only for you when he pulled away.

Lying back down, Isaac pulled you closer to him before pulling the covers up just below your chin.

“We’ll be okay, remember?” Isaac reminded you of the words you said to him when he asked you a year ago.

You did not miss the way he said ‘we.’ You did remember what he told you, that you were in this together - you’re it for me.

“I remember,” you answered, curling as close as you can to his side. The tip of your nose resting against the warm skin of his neck as he rest his chin on top of your head, arms tightening around you before they relaxed.

~

Feedbacks are always appreciated! Especially since I miss writing. But again, I won't be doing much writing anymore since I've somewhat lost touch with both my imagines blogs. I might just rewrite/refurbish some of my old imagines/drabbles.

Again, thank you so much for those who stuck by this imagines blog (and for Brett as well). You don't know how much I appreciate it, again, I'm sorry for not being active (read more here)

[iggy-dearest]

Onslaught

The insane gust of wind that threw you and your comrades of balance was soon gone. And with it so was V, your client, or rather your friend.

The blue sky cracked and broke with pressure, you were to occupied to worry about that though. The bright light that belonged nought in the tree had died out. And in its place was the man you tried and failed to stop.

Vergil.

Still was the air, thick with tension from you and Dante. While Nero copied your face with less pressure.

“What is this” Nero said his organic arm no longer shielding his face. You have to make sure he’s safe. Since Vergil did tear his arm off there was no telling what else he’d do to your so. But, he won’t get to him..not as long as you’re there.

“Vergil” Dante hisses, and readies his stance. You quickly look at him and then at your son. You have to protect him, discreetly inching your dominant leg forward so you took a defensive position in front of Nero. You glared a deadly mothers glare. You won’t touch my son, I won’t let you.

Vergil turned around slowly sensing three others behind him. Taking a look around he notices familiar faces of the weak ones he’d left behind. You his wife, Dante his weak hearted brother, and...a new face yet he knows the name..

Nero...

His eyes land on the book on the floor. His book. Vergil kneels down to take it in the hand that wasn’t currently grasping the Yamato.

“You got some pretty big cojones for coming back” Dante finally says. You were getting worried he isn’t usually this quiet then again neither were you.

“Just don’t know when to give up, do ya!?!” You watch as Dante runs and launches himself at his brother. You need to move, you need to help.

Why can’t you move?

Why can’t you fucking move?!

The elder twin easily retaliates by using the sheathed sword to put some distance between him and his opponent. Dante uses that momentum to unsheathe the Yamato and turn himself throwing it back into it’s original resting place twice as hard. Knocking his brother back in the process. The younger twin comes to a skidding halt behind you and Nero. You use this chance as your own and run up behind him katana in hand. Running as fast as you can.

Nero doesn’t know what’s happening.

You and Dante...are..losing?

This new guy...Vergil. He caught you?!?

Nero’s never even seen you move so fast. And this guy can catch your movements?!?

Vergil turns gracefully yet full of a force you hadn’t seen in years. Blocking your blade with his own sheathed Yamato. He uses your momentum against you and sent you flying back from whence you came and further.

Your son could only watch as this new stranger beat his mother at her own game. He saw Dante run up behind him but was still in shock as to what he had just witnessed.

What did he just witness exactly?

“Get outta my way Nero!!!” Dante shouts at the bewildered young devil hunter, who is far from his vicinity. 

As he goes on the offense Vergil retaliates with a precise rising star however, his younger brother does not give in. 

A stalemate. 

You hear Vergil tell Dante something, something inaudible to your own ears. Even if you were in range to hear him, your to pumped full of adrenaline to notice or care. 

You do notice, his smirk. No longer the same from what it once was. 

Deciding to run up behind him, weapon in toe seemed like the best option. If he dodged then you and Dante could maneuver yourselves to work in sync. All those years of working together made it so you two were never in each others way. 

“...Settle the matter” was all you could catch before Vergil swept Dante off of his feet with eh hilt of the Yamato and used the weapon itself to try and slash at his torso. Dante was able to block but he was sent flying back. While you were getting closer, close enough to catch him off guard if you played your cards right. 

But you didn’t, and he quickly turned around and blocked your weapon. 

His cold apathetic eyes stared into the strong determined windows to your soul.    He never said a word. 

What were you not good enough to mock!?!?

He scowled at you, but you never backed down. Not when you have to protect him. 

“What?” You begin the glare in your eye never wilting. 

No words were spoken. Even so, the amount of emotion radiating in your vicinities was one not to be trifled with. 

With a small glance he caught you off guard. 

Vergil glanced over to the third presence that was too baffled to come to his comrades aid. 

Your gaze drifted along with his and it was all he needed to distract you and send you tumbling rapidly and roughly on the ground, grunting like Dante had. 

Once his opponents were a safe distance away from him. Vergil turned his back on all of them and swiftly opened up a portal using the Yamato. Who had probably yearned to be held by her rightful owner for the longest time. 

You three watched helplessly as he opened another portal with the Yamato. “Thank you Nero” he’d said and he said them earnestly. As he left your eyes narrowed into slits as if glaring the way you were would bring him back. 

Once again hurricane Vergil had left your family in shambles...leaving you to clean up his mess...

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Kira Vol 2 (3)

The Mistress

CHAPTER 3: Is This Jealousy

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: A new chapter begins in Kira’s life. Old secrets, new confessions, surprising allies and unexpected meetings. All of them have one name in common. Loki.

Chapter content: soft feels

Warnings: a teeny weenie bit of jealousy

Word count: my cousin is awesome. She is such a pure soul and I am so protective of her that I will beat the hell out of anyone who tries to hurt my little- but tall- baby.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

The bubble of slumber has barely found Loki when a ripple of scream shreds every ounce of peace this house knows. The silence of the autumn suddenly sounds like a Hallow's Eve blood bath when Loki's body dashes towards the source of the voice. He does not even think for a second, his body already charging itself towards the stone-y path, his son outrunning him on his fours to come to a skidding halt at the foot of her bed. "Kira," he calls out with a contrasting tone compared to the rigorous beating of his heart.

But she does not hear. Her eyes are wide open, looking at the window in her room while her cries wear her lungs out. All she screeches are the words 'no' and 'stop' repeatedly while looking at the empty space. What disturbs Loki, even more, is that she is numb to the blood oozing out from where the needles were once sticking into her are ripping her skin apart. The duvet that covers her is being used as a shield against whatever she is afraid of while the blood smears the fabric with a new hue wherever it comes in touch with it. There is fear in his eyes for what he plans to do, but the fear of watching her writhing in pain like this far outranks it. And so he takes the first lunge by sitting down next to her and slowly taking her trembling hand into his. She yelps and jolts away from his cold touch. "It's me. Kira, look," he calls out to her while switching on the bed lamp close to him, "It's Loki." Her shivering figure cowering away from him takes its time to hear his voice while he patiently waits by the edge. He knows he has to let her come to him. Or he might lose her again. And it would already be one too many times. "Loki?" She has no idea what her frail voice does to that man's being. He can feel an electric current drive from his head to toe and all he can do is sit there nodding his head. "Yes, I'm here." That man has barely finished his sentence to breathe when he feels heated arms being thrown around his torso while her head wants to hide in his chest. "There's someone out there. There's someone out there, Loki." Silence. What is he supposed to feel right now? The otherwordly elation on the touch of her arms, whose heat seeps through the soft cotton and is absorbed by his thirst-ridden skin? Or should he feel sad for the suffering that does not seem to leave her even when she heals? In the swift moment, his rational brain scolds itself for having not having any intelligible actions ready like it usually does; for being useful during the one time it should be working at one hundred per cent capacity. "Please," a whimper comes from his chest, "make it stop." Like a flip of a switch in a cornered animal, Loki's pupils go wide while his arms come around her back with a life of their own. The cold palms hold the sweaty shirt on either side, making a barrier around her. "Come here," he whispers, pulling her closer to him, letting her rest her head in the dip of his shoulder while his body seeks all the unnecessary heat from her untethered figure. "Nothing can hurt you, I promise. Okay? No one can hurt you. I'm here." The wails dilute to sobs under the rhythmic soft pats of Loki's palm on her head in between soothing strokes through her hair. "I'm here." The sobs reduce to loud inhales and exhales, trying to find the resting point of her lungs. The patting continues into the dead of the night when unexpected rain showers wash away whatever bad lurks in the beautiful dark night outside, making her eyelids heavy and her body heavier on Loki's chest. Finding the strength inside him, Loki takes her head in his palm and carefully drags her down the bed to let her head rest on the pillow. The tightened nerves inside him relax when they hear her light snores, convincing him she is finally asleep. It is not easy to drag himself away from that angelic face resting so tranquilly but he puts his foot down on the floor- ready to let her rest- only to find a strong tug on his shirt by her fisted hand, pulling that loosely woven pure threadwork closer towards herself with wrinkles in between her brows. "Kira."  That man is now suddenly a little boy standing outside the study of his father, from where a mellow golden light flows out into a river at the end of which he stands with a unicorn in his tiny hands, his green eyes twinkling with the dance of both shadows and light as he tries to look inside through whatever space the barely open door allows him. Little Loki witnesses his father carry his brother in his arms, telling him stories of kings and princes that conquered lands and brought peace by defeating all evil; narrating his love for the golden boy and boasting to the air in that room how he will be the next man to take care of the empire that his father built for him. Outside, the raven-haired boy stands patiently before turning away to walk through the endless corridors to his room where the nanny is already waiting for him anxiously. "Loki! Where were you? Now is not the time to sneak out." The little one does not bother explaining for he goes straight to bed under his covers, his eyes towards the ceiling to look at the stars put up on there by the servants for his musings. "Mother says stars walk alone," Loki stated out of nowhere for the nanny to hear as she tucks him into the bed, "because they burn bright for everyone. She also says I am a star. A really bright one." "Of course you are," the woman smiles at him while wondering where this talk was coming from. "I don't think she knows that I know stars can burn whatever comes near to them. It is not even practical to be a star without dying a cold death." Margeret has to gasp. "Relax Margeret. It is the work of gases. You would not understand." And saying that, he turns to face the other way. "I don't want to be a star," he mumbles, wishing upon those bogus stars a wish that crumbles with every passing breath in his life till there remains no evidence of these ashes that were ultimately tagged as hollow hopes. Hopes that seem to be reborn without so much as a warning when Loki finds himself lying down next to her and she- without even a conscious effort- pulls herself upon his arm, burying her head in his chest, facing away from the world. A jolt of shiver runs through her body, immediately bringing Loki's arm over her shoulder, overworking his already imbalanced heart. But the calm finds him in her presence just as it finds her in his arms. The night outside, fresh out from nature's bath feels the need to notice its presence not acknowledged by the two souls that used to let their demons roam in her robe. Now, those very souls rest them in each other's arms, devoid of the exhaustion that once haunted them in their loneliness.

"Okay, I'm already putting this out there so no judgments are made later on...I just learned how to drive. You don't get to say how bad I am. If you are scared to sit next to me hold on to your seat. If the car stops in the middle of the road do not rush me, I know I am bad with shifting gears and the accelerator right now. Oh, and at no time will you offer to drive instead. Okay?" Loki's eyes take in your body on alert in the driver's seat of your dad's borrowed Suzuki. You adjust the rearview mirror and look at the controls, mumbling some things to yourself before double-checking the seat belt and starting the engine. He cannot help but stare at your elation with heart eyes when the car starts without any trouble. What churns up the lights inside him is that crazy giggling smile stuck on your face.  "I'm driving a car," you squeak at a really low volume while your neck disappears and your shoulders go up in tender excitement. By the Norns, who made her this cute, he truly has to wonder without realising a goofy smile has invited itself on his lips and has been sitting there even for Heimdall to see outside the gate when you exit. "That good a breakfast, huh?" He teases his boss, who is quick to hide any evidence of joy on his face. Sadly the master strategist and deceiver can't hide it from his eyes. "Did you get all the work done," Loki does not even move his brow when talking to the Watcher. "I had a nice breakfast too, thanks for asking," he is quick to acknowledge that cold stare, "and yes it's done. So, where are you guys headed?" You scoff, raising your hands from the steering wheel. "At least act surprised to see me driving even if you know it already." Heimdall chuckles. "I'm taking Loki to show around my town. Wanna c-" "Oh good, Lord!" Loki blurts out of nowhere, making you jump where you sit, "turn the car, Kira! There's a cat about to walk under it!" "What?" "Turn it out of the driveway!" "But-" "Let's go! Before it tries to climb the wheel!" You are hastily shifting the gear to drive. "They do that?" "Now! Now!"

This is his first time. And he still cannot believe it is happening. Well, shame on me for thinking only Odin had the finest colonial lands. Trees line up both sides of the roads that are cleaner than the supposedly progressive concrete jungle that you two left behind for a while. The patience all the drivers have on the road with their cars in a smooth drive is really impressing the man, besides putting him at ease considering his heart has taken the wheel. There are people out and about on the sidewalks. And there are people exploiting the cycling tracks to get their blood pumping in this cold weather. Kindergarten kids, school kids, college kids- there are clusters of them coming and going; some sad to leave their parents, while others are running and skipping towards theirs. This city is coloured in every hue imaginable even in the coldest of days. And unlike the iron world, he sits atop, this one seems like it takes out time to look around. The car is parked in a spot right outside a local city museum and unlike you, someone notices the line of expensive rides next to yours while their owners are huddled together over one with beer cans and cigarettes. Every one of the five men standing on the other corner wear brands that equal your one month's salary. "Let's start with this place," you bring Loki out of the calculating trance he is in since the second he laid eyes on the men that has been staring this way, "so we can get out and enjoy something much better if you get bored of this place." Loki smiles at you and makes it a point to walk towards your side to place his hand on your back, mellifluously ask, "shall we?" and walk away with you with the energy that marks the five feet around you as a zone not to be stepped in.

Well, it is hard to get bored of your face no matter how long he looks at it because he is certain he has memorised every little scar on it till he watches you fascinated by the medieval art displays. Your eyes have the deepest ocean of y/e/c ever seen that goes shallow for that black endless void that widens on seeing something that curates to its curiosity. Your lips. Damn those lips that have been blessed by the Gods themselves. They turn and pout in question, are tormented by the teeth when something does not sit right and are touch in a peculiar fashion by your fingers that Loki forgets he has to breathe at one point. He envies the fallen eyelash that sits on your cheek; envies that it gets to touch you and be prayed upon for a wish or desire while he stands to praise nature's work from a distance. But he does not let that bother him for he cannot recall any other time when he has been this content with his life.

"Point at anything in here and you will love it." "Really?" "Mm-hmm. They are really good at everything they make." "Oh...that's-wait. Is this the place that serves that pasta you keep comparing to everyone else's?" Your face is already breaking into the smile and Loki's heart cannot help but whisper 'stop' while running a marathon. "Yup." "Okay, so I'll have a-" "Kira?" Loki turns around before you to see who recognizes you and if it is a threat. "Henry?" The marathon comes to a pause for there is a little prick that is felt right in the chest. You recognise this man with a decent scruff, wide eyes and a bubbly smile. He has already been read head to toe by Loki. He does not seem like a threat. "Hey!" greets Henry before swooping you in his arms and giving one tight hug which leads to your alleged date to grind his teeth. How dare he. "How are you?" "I'm good. What about you?" You don't have to ask him that. He looks fine for someone who just got up from his sleep and drove here. "Fantastic now that we meet." Right. As if you were miserable before. "Where are you these days?! I've met CJ and Kat but never you." "She's with me," Loki declares. And that is when you notice the shift in the energy around you. "Henry, this is my boss, Loki. Loki, this is my school friend, Henry." You watch as Henry brings his hand forward for Loki. "Nice to meet you, man." Loki reciprocates but you can tell by that sharp cut of his jaw that something bothers him even though he isn't being vocal about it like he usually is. "Wait-" Henry's narrowed eyes are already telling Loki something he is tired of hearing- "Loki as in Loki the guy from Sun Corp. The Loki who went missing for two years before-" "So I heard from Kat you're opening a rest-" you try to divert the conversation. "Yes," Loki affirms much to your surprise, "that very Loki." And a smile. "Damn," Henry whispers. "Well, I'll leave you to it then. And you two are invited to my restaurant's soft launch today. Kat will give you the deets and you have to bring Loki." "Oh." You are a little dazed by the incomprehensible smoothness of this conversation. "Uhh..." You feel the brush of Loki's arm with yours when he closes the distance with the two of you. "We will be there," he concludes with his smiling eyes while you are wondering all the reasons you could be feeling this sudden gush of warmth in your cheeks. Nothing escapes Henry's eyes and that bubbly smile. You two have never been close which is why you are wondering why this guy is so excited to meet you. It hits you after a few seconds that the reason you were noticed might not have been because of you but your company. You are still thinking about it when you and Loki settle down in the corner seat looking out the bakery shop. "You don't have to go if you don't want to," you stress, reaching out for the bill in Loki's hand that he has already paid for. But that sly man is already pulling the receipt away from your grip. "I'll go if you go. And considering you are a textbook people-pleaser around your friends, you will be going tonight." All he reflects for your slightly unhinged and offended jaw is his smirk that has a tendency to stir something up inside your gut. "Correct me if I'm wrong." "I am not a textbook people plea-" "You went out to visit Kat even when your leg wasn't healed because she said you had not met her in a while." You scoff. "W-It was true! I hadn't met her in a while and I-" "And because CJ said she was mad at you because you hadn't answered her texts and calls." You do open your mouth to contradict but nothing comes out except a defeated sigh. "You could have told her about your health." Loki tilts his head and melting eyes that have their full attention on you. And you are feeling the goosebumps all over your body from that dedicated stare. Did he always look at me that way? The sensible voice in your head clears her throat and wonders...He could look that way to anyone. But your inner voice is already dancing. Look at the face, woman. Drown me in shallow waters if he isn't head over heels for you. "I...have used my health as an excuse for multiple occasions so I don't think it'll cut for them anymore." There is a slight crinkle in between his brows that does not seem to get as much attention as his tongue that darts out to wet his lips. Why is that even legal? Your inner voice is angry while it involuntarily purrs. "It is your health, Kira. I am pretty sure your friend will understand. Would you not rather that your friends tell you they are not fine instead of hearing about it when it all gets worse someday?" You turn your toes to internally curse yourself on realising he has a point; a very good one. "I'll talk to her," you agree and thank the waiter who brings you your lemon and mint iced tea and Loki's cold brew. "Okay," you sing with crackling judgment humming in your voice as your eyes are stuck on Loki's dark drink, "since when are you into coffee? I haven't been gone that long." "My existence will disagree," he mutters without so much of a thought as he lets his lips touch the straw in great anticipation while his eyes look up at the blank bump of an expression stuck on your face.  Heart thumping to the beats of embarrassment, your brain shuts down, pulls away the glass of cold brew and pushes your iced tea towards him. "Just have the tea, you monster." You try really hard to keep up that frown on your face while your insides want to come out and confirm the words he just said. "Me? A monster?" If you did not know any better, Loki would seem flabbergasted right this second. You narrow your eyes and let sarcasm drip just from your expression. "I have seen you murder your employees without even having to raise a weapon when you aren't in a good mood. Trust your assistant, Mr Loki, coffee is not your friend." "Are you sure?" He narrows his eyes at you and crinkles his nose. "Do you see anyone else being worried about you?" you direct at the surrounding with your hand. There is a tilt of his head and crossed arms come to rest on the table. "So, you are worried about me?" Your eyes pause any movement to stare into his for a moment so long he can feel his soul bare in front of you. "Someone has to..." He is left numb with that look on your face. "Because I am too tired to find another job." Numb from the heart attack he just had till he feels his senses coming back to let him wack in the back of his head and let him know how he got played. What is better than those microscopic jolts of relief he is feeling on your skin is your wide-toothed laughter then nearly pinches your eyes close. Whoever is watching him right now can without a strain of doubt point out at the man in love, looking at his life shine brighter than anyone in the room while he pauses all that he is doing- even breathing- to look at you like it is his first and last time doing so. Whoever is watching him is suddenly craving for a longing look like that; whoever is watching you envies what you can do to that beautiful man putting a good number of insecure humans to shame. "Oh my Gosh-" you suddenly break out of your laugh with a sudden realisation- "I almost forgot about him." Loki, the stoic-as-ever man- who is nearly bending over the table ready to dissolve- furrows his brows at the thought of you remembering someone other than him! "Who?" he asks with a surly taste in his mouth. "Fenrir! How is he?" "Oh." You are somewhat puzzled at that flawless face going from a simmering stare of potential judgment to an innocuous reflection of understanding. "He is as fine as he can be," he shrugs and scratches something on the nape of his neck, making your eyes dart at the bit of exposed skin under the maroon that is royally screwing up with your head with pictures you do not want to be imagining in public right now. "So, he is being a bitch," you summarise for him. He nods in agreement, bringing back his hand and leaving that exposed microscopic yards of his shoulder and neck to be devoured by your stare so hard even the devil would blush. And unbeknownst to you, the devil hath blushed multiple times. "I think he misses his roommate," Loki throws the statement nonchalantly, pulling your iced-tea back to him. "Aw," you squeak a little putting your face in your palms and glittering eyes, "I miss him too." "Then get back to work, Miss Kira," Loki's flat and stern tone softly plays on his tongue, "you have had more than enough of vacation time." "Excuse me?" "What." "I got my bones broken for my company." Loki shrugs and sips your tea. "I nearly died for mine. Big deal." "Wow," you exhale. "Fine. I need a raise." "Okay." "..." "What."

"Just like that?" "You nearly died for the company. The company wants to thank you for your unwavering loyalty." You don't really know what to say next. You never planned this far, thanks to your impulse. That is till the socialist in you finds a silver lining. "Cool," you tilt your head in your palms, "then you can cut my salary for a few more vacation days." Concluding it with a wink. And Loki feels his insides sigh. Never in a million years could he have imagined a soft face like hers would hold the ultimate power to melt his insides like this.

Nature watches again. Through the windows and winds that enter at the opening and closing of the door. Two souls more than just content in their hearts to be in the presence of the unexplainable they thought they lacked. That little boy inside Loki is sitting at that table looking at you with all the innocence and love he can feel in his little heart; all that he wants to give to you. Little Loki knows who the star is and what it is like to be in its presence. And he would not have it any other way. The bakery plays a lofi mix of Just Want To Be The One You Love as these two closeted lovers bickered and enjoyed their much deserved time together, never knowing the company far away clicking pictures of their private time together before disappearing into the crowds and cars on the road outside.

[poorlyyy]

Hide and Seek

Neither of you ever initiated the game. Where’s the fun in that? The game starts on its own, naturally.

The woods that surround the Hellsing estate are your playground. Not yours actually, his. You are simply the mouse in this game, and your vampiric lover is the cat.

The restraints that bind him to the Hellsing bloodline only allow him to go so far. So you keep that in mind as you run through the woods, away from the manor.

You don’t see him anywhere as you whip your head to peek behind you. And you shouldn’t. He always allows you a few seconds head start, he’s such a gentleman...

The first few times you two played, you made sure to countdown so you knew when he was approaching. Now you know that you don’t need to. The air would go still for a moment, the woods seem to hold its breath as he began to roam the terrain. You felt his presence enter the woods, almost like a rabbit in the eyes of a hawk. Except this hawk didn’t have talons, no his sharp fangs glistened in the night. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was smiling proudly.

The rules of the game were simple. You run and hide, and he has to find you a tag you. If you can evade his grasp for five minutes, you win. The rules weren’t the hard part, it was winning that was damn near impossible. When running away from a vampire in the dead of night, the odds aren’t totally stacked in your favor. But you still try, with a look of determination you run as fast as you can into the woods.

The vampire in question: Alucard, can only roam a mile radius around the Hellsing estate before the magic seal beckons him back to his master. So your plan is to run as far as you can, and once he begins roam you’ll simply try your best to hide. Luckily for you, usually Alucard searches through the manor for you before making his way outside, so that gives you a few extra seconds to run.

You flinch at the sound of crows screeching loudly before flying out to the night sky; he’s coming. There’s no doubt about it once you here a deep laughter in the distance. His powers allow him to expand his presence over a great distance, so you don’t have much time until he finds you.

‘Just a little further,” you thought. Your legs still moving quickly with the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Now what your little vampire friend doesn’t know is that you’ve been preparing for this little game. You see, there’s several trees marked in mile ring around the Hellsing estate. So once you pass one of them, Alucard won’t be able to touch you. All you’ll need to do is wait him out for a few minutes and you win. That may be considered cheating, but so what? He always uses his vampire powers, so why can’t you use your human wits?

You feel a rush of air push against your back, leaving chills running down your spine.

“Resorted to running, have you given up already?” A deep voice spoke evenly into your left ear. You yelped and turned staring right into a pair of glowing red eyes as Alucard seemingly levitating next to you. If you thought you were running before, you’re fucking bookin’ it now. You’re high school PE teacher would be proud.

You hear a dark chuckle as he allows you to create some distance between you two. Even though you know he could easily grab you right then and there, he doesn’t. Alucard likes to draw these things out, playing with his prey. Giving a small sliver of hope, only to rip it away last second. You can imagine how fun he is in bed.

The muscles in your thighs are on fire but you still push forward. You haven’t been keeping track of the time, but you know it has to have been at least two minutes. He usually doesn’t let his presence be known until about half way into the game.

You turn to look over your shoulder, checking where he is, only to find him not there. As nervous as you were from running from a vampire in the dead of night, not being able to see said vampire only made your heart pound even more.

“Such a lovely evening, isn’t it?” Alucard voiced asked from in front of you. He stood proudly a few yards in front of you, making you skid to a halt nearly falling flat on your face in the process. Now you stood nearly chest to chest in front of your doom.

“How the hell?” You asked completely out of breath.

“Now now, you know better than to challenge a vampire in the middle of the night.” Alucard took a small step forward, making you take a step back. This continued for a few more steps, until you finally broke the cycle by side stepping and running around him.

“Time to end this, my little mouse” he chuckled as he turned and leisurely walked towards you, as you ran for your life.

Out of the corner of your eye your see him right there, he’s on close you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. You see his arms reach out to grab the back of your shirt. You close your eyes and try to will you legs to go faster. Your legs seem to hear the opposite though as you start to slow down, the exhaustion taking over.

Already smelling your defeat in the horizon, you stop trying to run from your fate. If you’re going to lose, you’ll lose while looking him in his eyes. You slowly come to a halt and straighten your back, patiently awaiting his rough hand against your back. But it never came.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you turn around and see him standing still a couple feet behind you. Now as dramatic as Alucard is, he has never tried this tactic before; just standing still. You got to admit it’s working, you’re completely freaked out.

“Stop being a drama king and just end the game already”, honestly you’d rather not delay your defeat any longer.

He didn’t move an inch, simply stared at you. But you did notice a shift, a slight twitch in his lips. His usually grin tilted slightly down into a frown, as a look of confusion painted his face. He turned his head to something next to him. Following his eyeline you found what he was looking at: a bright red ‘X’ that was painted on a tree in front of him.

‘That’s one of the mile marks I drew!’ You mentally cheered, patting yourself on the back. You peered down at your watch and saw only twenty seconds left until the game was over. Now it was your time to gloat.

“Oh how the tables have turned, my dear vampire king” you sang, crossing your arms. He looked back at you, and his frustration slowly turned into amusement.

“Clever one aren’t you? So that’s what you were planning.”

“Yep. And you fell for it, like a rabbit in a trap.” You gloated, sticking your tongue out slightly. Glancing back at your watch you counted down the last five seconds until your victory.

“5...4...3...2...1...and I win!” He didn’t look too pleased as you pranced around doing a victory dance. “A deals a deal, Alucard. Time to pay up.” You put your hands on your hips and waited.

“Very well” he chuckled and his black shadows wrapped around him. Leaves and dirt flew up into your face making you such your eyes.

“Don’t have a tantrum because you lost now.” You rubbed your irritated eyes, hoping there wasn’t anything still in them.

When you opened them, a stranger stood before you. Instead there was a short girl, with long straight black hair, and an all white outfit on. You almost didn’t recognize who it was until you met the girls gaze. A pair of eyes like the sunset, starting of as a soft orange, and morphing into a deep red. Say what you will about Alucard, you can’t deny how breathtaking his eyes were.

“Are you enjoying your victory”, Alucard’s deep baritone voice cut through the air, making you jump. That was not a voice you expected from such a cute girl.

“I was. Does your voice really not change with your form or are you just being fickle?”

“Yes.” Was the only response he gave, “If we are done here I’d like to go to bed.” He was already turning away from you before you could respond.

“Hey! It’s not even four yet! Don’t get all pissy because you lost!” You yelled after him, jogging to try and catch up. He simply walked faster away from you towards the manner.

“Fine, go to sleep. I know you’re just trying to sleep until the deal is over, but you cant sleep for two whole days without getting called by Sir Integra!” You stopped running after him and yelled. Your words made him stop for a moment, then before you knew it his black shadows came out and he moved swiftly back to the manor.

“See you later, cutie” you laughed at him as his mass vanished into the night. Not hearing the soft growl that left the vampires mouth.

(a.n. Okayy this was more on the long side, but I kind of got caught up in writing it... Hope you enjoy <3)

[mleighlikes]

M’L Instants Collection #41 :)

Hello once again my friends. Here’s another instant collection coming at ya. I hope you all enjoy this first collection of 2021 and have an awesome day :) .

HolidayHangover...

The thrill is gone, feelings spent. Time before time; seven days are left. Count down again the future you can hear near. All of us know it as the coming of a new year. A recharge is needed, sleep is a must. Letting go of old things, trying to plan put new stuff. The day was approaching the time came near. Holiday's are over, it's time to place them away til the end of another new year...

PressStart...

Place yourself in motion, no need to bit rewind. No need to hit fast forward each day you want to take a moment at a time. Time to look at your options. The disk menu needs your eyes to be in view. There is no clear guide to new day's coming, no channel up nor down. No volume raised or lowered. Select your new info, did you just press the button to go back or can you recall... The power's in your hands. Change comes for us all.

MainAgenda...

Making a new list, checking it twice. Filled with scribbles of what one hopes to accomplish in the beginning of a year that's new. Promise made to no one but yourself, do what is best for you. Make the change, stick with what you say needs to be done on your behalf. Not all will happen over night, yet take joy in knowing some will as you have begun a journey of self. Take the step, you already have by giving life to taking your own personal inventory. Now change can happen.

TakeDown...

Days fold upon each other, moving further from the holidays. Time to look around rooms one last time before accepting your next weekend task. Find the boxes and bags you may need fresh one's this time. Take each piece carefully in hand laying it to the side. More time spent pitting it up than backing it away. Thank you again my lovely decorations in my holiday heart you'll always stay.

PackAway...

As the harshness of winter rolls in soon. Gather all you can as the festivities are done for now. Find snug bug free corners, dare not to stack things in a way that causes trouble next year. Collect each Santa and frosty thanking them in returned smiles for brightening another season. A place for everything and everything in its place.

MakingRoom...

Slide on over so I can take a seat too, the mind just as the location needs to clear out the clutter. Just as one gets things new, there needs to be something done with all things old. Another seasonal cleaning is under way. To make way for what needs to be revamped can bring you a smile during these times of the world's hibernation. For just as the sun smiles from behind the clouds, we can smile from behind stacks of stuff if we're not careful.

Mindset...

Curled up in knots trying to get the thoughts to lay straight

Always a jumble in transition from one event to the next

Ever thinking on while trying to turn it off

Wish there was an On/Off switch or Reset button in there

Some how focus will come through the haze

Just needs some rewiring before it can be rebooted for the up-millionth time today...

ForwardLooking...

Claim to be thinking on your future yet in truth the past is all consuming for you

Keep tripping over the idea that if things had just gone differently then, you'd be different now

Never have you thought that all was meant to be, yes there may have been other avenues but the destination was always the same

Think on that for a time and ponder mental change, is this the same for us all or can we still some how look forward finally to correct our fate...

PlanMaking...

Do we truly make plans or do our plans make us?

Once said, written or claimed among witnesses the feeling starts.

Begin to feel bound to a you that lived in the past even if the time was only 5 minutes ago.

The what if's, the do I still have to, did I really mean or want to do this or that comes to plague the mind.

Clearly a plan is good to be made yet can turn out not being made to be good.

AlongtheRoad...

A skid mark here a pot hole there, one may swerve from time to time causing them to hit the breaks. To park can be a challenge when one insists on a tight space leaving things bumper to bumper. The best way to ride is on an open straight, allowing for each curve to be taken in style. Every road is different thus so is every ride…

PickingUp...

Come back where you left off, can this always be done. You are no longer the same person that was there before. By the time you return things are almost always different. To look with wiser eye's, you can see that returning may not be in the long run the best thing. It was placed aside for a time for a reason. What you hoped to return to may be better left along the wayside...

LeavingAlone...

Well enough goes with this idea. To let go of what can be a hindrance for most is easier said than done. A person, place, thing from one's past that is a stumbling block is most likely a defense against the unknown which isn't safe to our fragile being. Thus, to let it go or to leave it be can sometimes be an idea that can hurt more than the subject itself. So, make sure when you finally decide to leave something alone that it's a decision based on your truth of wanting to grow and leave bad things behind.

ComingUp...

Next in line, what will it be

Who knows what the future holds, certainly not me

Looking intently, not willing to miss a thing

All eye's on actions taken, hopes for better things keep one going

Here it comes, watch it unfold

Each move a master stroke, even the smallest blur

On the edge of our seats, breath baited hearts pumping out of the chest

What will happen, have to see what's coming next

FromScratch...

Start at the base only to work your way up

You know what that means, so those who mock you have no idea

Build what you want for yourself piece by peace

Reach your own personal version of the top

Something happens, begin to fall; looking up from the ground is hard to do right now

You did it once you can do it again, start with an even better base

Work your way up, this time you truly appreciate every step you take

SlateClean...

Wipe it down, leave nothing old behind

Fresh as when you were here before that time has long since passed

Back to square one and that's okay, sometimes a fresh start is not a bad thing

Decide to keep things clean for awhile, not quite ready to jump back in

Don't feel like risking a mess, don't feel like cleaning up all over again

Clean and clear is your palate ready to be used when you desire

Hold on get the rag back out, I think I missed a spot...

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[alchemization]

“Stretch your legs, Silas.”

     Her words still echo in his mind; an open invitation to do what he so often wished he could on any other given day. Yet, it seems as though today was meant to be that day. From the princely comfort of his bed did he rise, scarcely clothed in loose fitting pants and an even more loose nightshirt. The fickle violet flames that denoted Akamoth’s coherency lit up with his awakening, and thus did the apothecary’s compatriot float from its pillow. A scarce whisper was let loose unto the air, breaking the silence that Silas otherwise found comfort in. He sighed, immediately in fact, for it was far too early to endure the moaning and groaning of his friend.

     “You have prepared your things, all of them in fact. It is strange, there is much you must carry... How do you plan to do it? Where will we... Ahhh.” Akamoth’s words ebbed away into his realization, that same breath returning once more to lend life to his words again. “You are going to go see her, aren’t you?” The companion questioned, though it seemed more hypothetical than anything else, Akamoth already knew the answer.

     A proper rub was given to Silas’ eyes by his own hands, removing any remnants of crust that still encroached upon his vision. With the creaking of the bed left in his wake, he rose and ventured over to the trio of hangers that kept his suit away from everything else in the room. Piece by spotless piece was it adorned, as he replied in earnest to Akamoth. “I am going to see many things, it is not just her. I will likely see the friend we just made last night there, or perhaps we shall make new ones. Why do you fixate upon her and her alone?”

     “Because you fixate upon her and her alone, you fool.” Akamoth gloatingly replied, drifting over to the nearby window to peer outside at all those that still patrolled the streets. It was a pitiful sight as they all scrambled to face a threat, one that they should’ve already knew was coming. So easily were Stormwind’s walls infiltrated by the undead, and still they did not close any of the gates leading to the city. It was mind boggling to Akamoth, that much was clear when he scoffed and ventured away before he could be seen.

     Silas did not deem Akamoth’s words worthy of a response, as the last piece of his ensemble was placed upon him; his overcoat. A myriad of pockets housed many an important piece that made up the entirety of the apothecary’s utility, he had no intentions to go anywhere without it. In the passing moments of silence that now harbored between them, he did at least mull over Akamoth’s words. He had, by no means, fixated upon her, but business was business, it was only natural that they’d run into one another if they both haunted the same grounds.

     Nevertheless, today was the day that he’d travel to Kestramere, to provide aid to those that would have need of him. Be it with potions or otherwise. And as he ventured outside, he realized he’d have to make multiple trips from his room to the horse that he had waiting for him outside. When at last all of his belongings were prepared, and the horse was assuredly not overburdened, he mounted the creature and set out against the warnings of numerous argent crusaders.

     Seconds turned to minute, and minutes turned to hours as he made his way through the forest of Elwynn, nary a single soul deeming it fit to question or approach him. Everyone was keeping to themselves now, prioritizing their own safety over any semblance of do-goodery. Even the bandits that often roamed around were quelled, holed up in their shacks of filth and deplorability as they wait for their moment to strike like fleas on a hound’s back.

     Trekking into the cursed forest of Duskwood, he wasn’t far away from the Grand Hamlet now known as Darkshire, and it was there that he’d be given a moment of rest surely. Unfortunately for him, such an option would not be something he’d be faced with. The undead that were already present here in the forest were only whipped into a maddened frenzy, in the wake of what had happened. Those that still sought to control the hordes that now roamed from their old haunts, they too were scattered throughout the land, biding their time, harvesting the fresh corpses of anyone that made the mistake of straying too far.

     The horse that Silas rode upon began to fret, huffing louder as it neared on the brink of a whinny. Something was upsetting the beast, thus his violet eyes scanned the nearby tree line for anything that might descend upon the unsuspecting lone traveler upon the road; him. When at first a single set of eyes were spotted staring back at him, complete with an unholy glow, he thought that it would be easily dispatched. The reality that dawned upon him came when the strips of sinew hung from their jagged, bloodied maws. A plethora of freshly turned ghouls were now present, teeming just over the small ridge. Up ahead, he spotted the remnants of a caravan, one that was likely meant to bring relief and supplies to those in Darkshire. It was a terrible fate, and it was now one that vexed him.

     “Both of you, be ready. We cannot afford to show ourselves yet, we are too close to the border and to the town. Someone will definitely come to help us if we stay, and there are too many to simply hold back as we wait for such.” Silas instructed.

     “So you’re going to run.” Akamoth astutely chastised, but remained concealed.

     “We’re going to make our way to Kestramere, either with or without this pack chasing us down. If we can get to Kestramere, we can deal with them as we see fit. Any witnesses can be handled accordingly, and if it is not until we see the gates and guardsmen themselves, then so be it. I will not become fodder for the hungering tide this day. I refuse.” Silas replied, his tone holding a semblance of urgency as he snapped his instructions towards Akamoth, and the other entity that still traveled with the two of them.

     Off of the beaten path did Silas go, his steed galloping through the trees as the horrible, hideous cries of the living dead chased after him. Their speed wasn’t something to underestimated, and their heckling gargles attracted the attention of others that sought their next meal. More and more of them had begun to chase after the horse itself, Silas was merely just an appetizer to the true course. Thus it was away from Darkshire, and any semblance of civilization that they were led.

     Trees blurred past him like reeds of grass to an arrow, steering his horse clear of any terrain too dangerous to go over. He could ear the roar of blood rushing through his ears as his heart pumped with adrenaline, and his breathing grew heavy. “Behind you!” Akamoth hissed, keeping Silas aware of any creature that got too close for their own good.

     Backwards did his right hand swing, his head turning just briefly to locate the ghoul that was hounding upon their heels, dirt kicking up into its face from the hooves of the horse that dug into the ground to gain traction. An incantation was spoken aloud, there was no time for secrecy here, nor in this moment. “Nyx vos-internum expul!” A jettison of black magic coalesced shot forth like a miasma at the ghoul, and did nothing outright, but a moment later is when its body violently convulsed. Ribs cracking and decaying organs bursting as it fell to the ground, the entirety of his form becoming twisted and malformed as a virulent curse ate away from the inside out.

     There was no time, they would catch up to him eventually, his horse could not run forever. They were close though, Kestramere would not be much farther and it was there that he could obtain the help that he needed. He just had to hold out a bit longer, but already had his horse begun to protest, head shaking in retaliation of the reins that sought to direct the steed. Each breath that the creature sputtered was heavy, heavier than it should’ve been, and it was then that he knew that the beast might not complete the journey.

    There it was though, Kestramere, and the guards out front that saw the rapidly approaching rider and the combined force of two packs of ghouls chasing after him, being led directly towards Kestramere. Curses were sputtered and some variation of an alarm was sounded, be it a bell or something else, the guards themselves were brought to bear, and downwards did their pikes prepare themselves to defend Kestramere after the stranger got inside.

    With the arrival of their weapons though, Silas’ horse skidded to a halt, or at least attempted to, and with its overworked condition, it was unable to keep itself upright any further and promptly tumbled to the ground. Thus it was into the dirt that the apothecary was cast, mud clinging to his side as he pushed himself up and out of the dirt. Horror struck his face as he looked down at the filth upon him, the sheer audacity that the earth itself had to stain his clothes; HIS CLOTHES. The amethyst gaze lifted to the guards, a piercing glow illuminating his eyes as his attention turned unto the mob of ghouls that were about to descend upon him.

                            “Vio-igni’axi expul eradi!”

     None truly know what happened then, as the two guards that were the lone witnesses refused to speak to anyone about what truly transpired. Though the report they gave to those that would have the authority to know would be told thus: “Whatever it did, whatever -he- did, it wasn’t natural. People shouldn’t be able to do that, they just shouldn’t. He said he was just an apothecary, and that he was here to help, but... But how can help us? Like he helped those ghouls? No... No! Please, I don’t want to be stationed at the gate anymore. Put me on the wall, put me on the latrine, I don’t care, please... Just... And then the words- those words he spoke after it happened. It has shaken my faith, my belief in what I’m doing.. He said - No, -they- said... The voices... There were three voices.”

                                        “Take me to Annalise.”                                          “Take me to Annalise.”                                           “Take me to Annalise.”

( Mentions: @annaliseharlowe​ )

[the-headbop-wraith]

2 _ Welcome Guests

 The bright flame shimmered and pulsed as it descended to eye level of the bipedal members of the group.  It seemed wholly contained and self-animate, completely isolated of the dark expanse of the air that manifested its presence. 

As Vivi watched mesmerized by the gentle motions, she almost expected a candlestick to melt into existence beneath the raw pink flicker.  She was ecstatic when this event failed to transpire and instead the flames moved forward following the soothing pulsing of the fire.  The frail movement reminded her of something more than a candle flame, its pulse and flash reminiscent of an ancient motion, a quivering solitary dance as though the light followed a tempo of its own whim.  A silent beat, throbbing and pulsing with no hitch or pause.  It struck her immediately what the rhythm was that eluded her mind, the idea of it impossible but if this was a free manifesting apparition of sorts, it made perfect since.  The realization struck a chord in her, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating in the same swing and it only fortified her conclusion.

The tempo the flame followed matched the same steady pump of her heartbeat.

“Art,” Vivi called, softly.  “Art.  There’s a camera in the bag you have, right?”  She never took her eyes off the fuchsia flame, even as it dimmed upon contact with a candle wick it alit upon.  Vivi felt her pulse go cold at the prospect of the spirit diminishing before they had a chance to take pictures, or worse if she was the only one witnessing the scene.  Ever since she indicated the flame, Arthur had made no sound to confirm he saw what she saw.

Candlesticks fitted into candle fixtures along the wall began to flare to life, one after and on the wall opposite to where the flame had settled.  Vivi took a sharp breath; the coloration was beautiful with a texture that reminded her of light refracted through water.  A smooth magenta wave rushing along the dark blue wall paper and fuchsia rug that they stood upon.

There was a sound behind her as a zipper rattled and Arthur’s low grumbles.  “Hold on,” Arthur answered.  “Which pocket was it in?  Oh, never mind.  Found it.”  The camera in question was the one they used earlier that day to take pictures of their clients home, but the images had since been moved to the laptop.  “Vivi, don’t get ahead of yourself.”  Arthur dropped the open bag and hastened to catch up, as Mystery too began to follow the slow precession of animate light.

Arthur admitted to himself he felt better now that he could see, but this activity was strong and it made him nervous.  Foremost, he wanted to make certain the group didn’t get separated.  As Arthur followed Vivi along the brightening hall, he fumbled with the camera until he had the movie recorder running and turned the lens on the walls pulsating with a unanimous tempo.  He felt some relief when the parallel walls came to an end and no more candles flared to life, though it meant beyond was a dark blue wall within the sweeping curves that dimmed beyond the steady glow of the candles.

Every other step Arthur took, he noted that Mystery would turn to look back at him but otherwise he kept close to Vivi.  Arthur wanted to say comforting words to his companion but Mystery was good in these situations, and Arthur found himself comforted by the dogs cool nature.

“Are you getting this?” Vivi asked.  She stood just within the open interior of the mansions main room. 

Arthur followed her gaze to a chandelier suspended above a high staircase, its metal frame inspired by the card set of spades.  Or, another theme based on a heart?  The growing dread was chewing through his guts and caused his left shoulder to ache.

“I’m getting it,” Arthur said.  He tried to raise the camera but his arms were heavy, he couldn’t tear his focus from the globs of light snapping into existence along the chandeliers base and top.  Arthur did manage to shield his eyes before the cold blue frame burst with light and the entire room, banister, balcony, and upper floor was scorched by a coat of luminous magenta.  “Geeze,” he hissed.  Arthur turned his eyes down in time to catch Mystery pacing in front of Vivi, then moving to stand between her and him.

The entire floor from what Vivi could make out was rundown and in disrepair, but not devastated.  The wallpaper was peeling from the walls bare backside but the carpet was still intact.  There was no suggestion of vermin or living creatures, aside from a few moths upset by the furious blaze of light.  Everything had a purplish tint, and through her glasses the coloration was splendid.  Some of the lower walls had paintings of people with no relation to the home aside from evident aristocrat status.  Vivi was amazed to view the suits of armor placed at the twin halls that branched off from the main room, set on either side of the staircase.  Everything about this place was amazing, it was difficult to believe the home was still intact though it didn’t seem like it had been abandoned for long, if it was a condemned home.  The road was off the map and in some disrepair, but there was nothing to stop urban explorers from invading.

Which left one extraordinary conclusion she was delighted to come upon.  The home was recently invaded by a spook, leaving the original tenants to abandon their luxurious home.  Vivi was disappointed that she had heard nothing about it over the usual paranormal channels.  But maybe the owners didn’t want curious investigators to come traipsing in during their absence.  That was in all likely hood, many still refused to accept spirits as a scientific study, and others didn’t want that particular detail in the papers of a deed.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Vivi whispered.

Arthur nodded.  The camera was now raised and he was getting tolerable images of the curious gleaming chandelier and the floor along with a metal door or wall decoration, he couldn’t tell from his position what.  “That we’re not welcomed here,” he hissed.

“No,” Vivi shot back.  “If we were not welcomed, we wouldn’t have been allowed in.”  There was movement to the left side, beneath the staircase.  “Over there, I saw a shadow.”  Vivi waved a hand over her shoulder, gesturing Arthur to follow.  Without a command Mystery led the way, still casting a glance back to Arthur every few steps.

Arthur swallowed the knot in his throat as he picked up the pace.  “More like trapped in here, if you ask me,” he said.  Despite his misgivings he followed Vivi, conastnly casting glances over his shoulder dreading that Mystery was not looking to him but may be seeing something else completely.  Dogs were not always reliable in the paranormal much like people but Mystery was an exception he was glad to have with them.  “There’s a reason this house is abandoned.”

“Way ahead of you,” Vivi said, as they neared the hall.  There was a side room set beneath the upper floor that encircled the main rooms interior, and vibrant fuchsia was dotting the candles set along book shelves and upon a long table stretched along the wall.  “I’m sure a place this big has a back door.”  She stopped before the long hall struggling to see through the dark haze as the light spread across the walls.

Arthur glanced back over his shoulder, mirroring Mystery’s compulsion.  “Would you— Geeze, CREPES!”  Mystery gave a sharp yelp and took off, Arthur cursed as grabbed Vivi’s blue sleeve and jerked her with them.  “RUN!”

Vivi didn’t ask questions if Mystery was running.  She charged right onto Arthur’s heels nearly running him over as she turned her head, in time to catch a glimpse of a line of four spirits.  FOUR magenta shrouds that vaguely had a shape, with tawny bulbs for eyes and pointed teeth aimed at them as they took off.  “Non-descript specters,” she said.  Vivi whipped her attention back to Arthur and Mystery ahead of her.  Arthur kept glancing back and nearly stumbling as he made eye contact with her, in his hand was the forgotten camera clutched tightly in his flesh fingers.

Theoretically, non-descript specters could be harmless; their definition labeled them a common spook that had lost touch with humanity and shrugged off any individual shape aside from arms and eyes, maybe a face.  Non-descript specters could resume a human shape if they were triggered in some way but not often, and were most commonly viewed as shadow people through images.

They were attributed to poltergeist activities and sometimes hostile, able to leave scratches or burn marks on the living.  And there were four of them, enough to frighten Mystery off with an aggressive approach.

“How long is this hall?” Arthur yelped, nearly out of breath.  They passed by a suit of armor twice and candelabras set up every few feet, he was beginning to expect more supernatural mischief at work.  “Vivi!  Vi!  You still with us?” he gasped, turning back again and nearly stumbling into the wall.

“They’re not following!” Vivi hollered back.  “I think we just startled them!  Did you get it on camera?”

Arthur managed a dry laugh.  “Oh god, Vi!  You’re amazing, have I said that lately?”  He looked back over his shoulder, completely missing the suit of armor to his left that jerked to life.

Vivi screamed.  “Arthur!  Look out!  Duck!”

The instant Arthur swung around, Mystery launched up with incredible speed and kicked at the small of Arthur’s back with his paws.  Arthur pitched forward onto the fuchsia rug, and Vivi, fearful at the last second she couldn’t dive down in time, catapulted her body upward as high as she could with her momentum and shot over the silver blade that sliced through the air.

Vivi chocked when she came down hard on her stomach, the carpet burned through her blue sweater as she skid to a halt.  Arthur lost momentum first, and Vivi couldn’t stop herself from tumbling over his legs.

The first to rise was Arthur, dragging himself out from under Vivi and turning to her.  “You okay?” Arthur asked, shaking her shoulder.  “Mystery!”

It took a moment for the harsh pain to subside in her stomach but the moment Vivi raised her head, she saw what had panicked Arthur to shriek out.  “Mystery!  No-NO!  Mystery!”  She moved to the other side of the white body, confusion overtaking her face when there was no crimson pouring from the quivering shoulders.  She shared a short breath and uneasy gasp with Arthur, when Mystery raised his head to look at either of his companions.  Mystery wagged his tail and whined.

“You scared the crap out of me!” Arthur snapped.  He tried to hide the fact he was at the verge of tears by leaning away to retrieve the dogs amber spectacles from the hard wood floor.  “But I’m glad you’re okay, bud.”

Mystery made a soft groan and leaned forward licking Arthur’s face.  The affection ceased when Mystery sat up more comfortably and looked beyond Arthur’s shoulder to the wall.

Vivi winced away from the wall behind her, where a line of oil paintings hung depicting an old heritage left behind but not forgotten; men and woman and families portrayed in dab color of a Victorian era, white trimmed sleeves and collars and fine dress ware to project their stature in their prime.  The portraits seemed to glare down on the small group with hostile eyes, white faces gazing through softly glowing eyes wavering in the group’s haggard breath like candles.  “Arthur.  Hand me the camera,” Vivi said, reaching to his hand but not breaking her gaze from the pictures.

“You are impossible,” he hissed, but Arthur handed her the camera nonetheless.  Arthur began to stand as Vivi brought the camera to her face, still knelt where she was she flashed a picture out of movie mode for a splint second.  The next instant, when the flash cleared, Arthur found himself being dragged by his orange vest.

“RUN!  RUN!” Vivi chanted.  Arthur didn’t question it, though he was curious to what she might’ve seen in the short blaze of white light amidst the photography moment.  Still, no questions.  He ran as if the paintings themselves had dropped off the wall and were now crawling after them by their arms.  “I see some doors ahead,” Vivi said, through pants.  “One’s got to lead to a courtyard!”

“Okay, okay,” Arthur panted, as he stumbled to a stop at the first door.  “Wait, let me have a go.”  Arthur glanced around as Vivi stepped to give him clear room of the old oak door.  The paintings were gone, as were the suits of armor.  He chest still heaved as he tried to get his pulse stabilized.  “Back Mystery,” he says.  “I’ll go first.”  He turned the handle with his good arm and pulled the door back slowly.  The room inside was dark and a clammy draft swept out over his face.  “Wish we didn’t leave the flashlight behind.”

Vivi checked the two ends of the hall as well, expecting at any moment a suit of armor with piercing magenta eyes to march towards them from the gloom.  “It probably wouldn’t do us any good,” she said.

“I know,” Arthur admitted.  “Comfort is all.”  He held the door open and Vivi and Mystery filed in.  He shivered at the cold and the downright sharpness in the dark room.  The window high on the wall allowed enough of the quarter moon to blaze through the cracked and boarded up window, the room itself had an armchair and a cold fire place along with counters lining the chipped walls.  Mystery moved to lie down on the round carpet set in the center of the room.  “Once I catch my breath I’ll try and get the window open.  If I have to, I’ll shatter it.”  He wrapped his good arm around the prosthetic and glared up at his gray reflection in the glass.

“Right,” Vivi said.  “But we might need to beat it if you do try.  Those spirits will be connected to this place, and they’ll find us fast if they detect you doing any harm.”

“Me?” Arthur chocked.  “It’s not like I want to wreck their house.  I just want all of us out of here.”  He took the arm chair by the back and wrestled the cold chunk of furniture over to the windows base.  “Fuck,” he snorted, pressing his shoulder at the lower back.  “Don’t make crap like this anymore.”  When he managed to place the chair a tolerable distance from the window, he climbed up onto the back and perched there staring through the glass.

Vivi turned toward one of the counters to the opposite side of the room, the polished surface gleamed pink under her glassed.  “I’m glad they’re here,” she said, mostly to herself.  Arthur turned his attention from the window and to her.  “They’re protecting it, I think.  Keeping vandals out.”

“Yeah?” Arthur hissed.  He looked back through the window.  He couldn’t come to grips that they were somehow upstairs?  Unless the backyard was dug out to fill a garden full of brambles and cobblestone.  “Don’t suppose you considered maybe they forced the living owners out?” he said.

“I did,” Vivi responded, peering up at him through her tinged glasses.  Mystery turned his eyes from her to Arthur and back without lifting his head.  “But, it is kind of said, you know?” Vivi said.  “Where else would they go?  They’re trapped here.  At least,” she sighed.  “At least they have each other.”  She looked down to some shadow on the floor cast by the jagged knots of the trees reaching toward the dark sky outside.

Arthur said nothing and barely made a sound.  He lowered to his haunches on the chairs backside, his good shoulder resting to the ratty paper peeling from the wall.  After a short time of resting, he made a harsh coughing but said nothing.  Each member lost to their own thoughts, struggling to find an answer, their way out.

At length, Arthur heaved another heavy sigh.  “Why didn’t I pick up a dispel?” he grumbled.  “Stupid.”  Vivi said nothing over that subject and eventually propped herself beside the wall, opposite to where Arthur was perched lost in his thoughts.  “Are you still filming?” Arthur asked.  Vivi shook her head but said nothing, just let her face sink down in her dark blue scarf.  “Can I see the picture you took?”  Again she shook her head, and stuffed the camera into her sweater.  Arthur shifted his footing and rested on his knees.

After a span of time that was probably much shorter than it seemed, Vivi stood up.  “Are you read?” she asked.  Vivi set her hand on the icy handle and looked back, as Arthur untangled himself and staggered off the chairs cushion.  “No way to get out from here, huh?”

Brief confusion flashed in Arthur’s eyes, until it registered and he frowned and looked aside.  “Unless you got long flowing hair tucked under your head band, or you want to hunt around for a mile of bed sheets that won’t tear,” Arthur muttered.  “Maybe we can find steps that lead to a door?  Or something.  The architecture of these old-old houses is usually really weird like that.  Custom and one of a kind.”  He smoothed his amber hair back.  “At any rate, we’d draw too much attention.”

Vivi nodded.  “Come on Mystery,” she called.  “We’re not going anywhere without you.”

At her call, Mystery sprang up and trotted over to the two.  Arthur took a moment to reach down and pet the dogs shoulder as Vivi opened the door and stepped out.

The same magenta tinge coated the walls, stopping short the ceiling where the hue was a darker shade. No hostility was camped on the other side of the door, no suit of armor or pulsating flames to welcome their emergence.  Arthur moved up closer beside Vivi as the left the dark room, Vivi scouted one end of the hall while Arthur turned his focus to the other direction.  Vivi gripped his shoulder certain she was hearing a sound, a low thudding and creak, but she dismissed it as her own taxed heart.

“Looks clear form this side,” Vivi whispered.

“This way too,” Arthur said.  He moved his foot aside as Mystery slid out between the doorframe and his leg.  “Which way did we come from?”

Vivi slanted her eyebrows as she turned to check the direction Arthur had his attention.  “Uh….”  She pulled the door shut behind them and turned into what she was certain would be the correct way.  “It doesn’t really matter, does it?” Vivi said.

Arthur followed her lead, certain that either direction of the hall would lead to the front or back of the house.  “We might not be able to trust our eyes,” Arthur mentioned.  He scanned the walls, and found more paintings hung on the fuchsia plaster.  “Or Mystery’s keen senses.”

This was obvious enough to Vivi by now, if paintings were capable of… that, and emotions.  They were being tricked, maybe led into circles.  “They can’t be aggressive,” Vivi says, still looking to the disapproving glares of the portraits at their shoulders.  “They have no reason to be.”

“They might not have a lot of tolerance for ghost hunters,” Arthur interjected.  “They might’ve lost patience with our type when the original owners tried to exorcise their presence.  They have every right to conclude that, if they have any inkling of what’s in that bag I dropped in the entrance hall.”

Vivi was about to cue in on Arthur’s train of thought, but made a soft sound instead when it clicked in her head.  It was a sound theory and she had no proof otherwise.  The aggression earlier was intimidating enough to ensure once they left they would never come back and would guarantee there would be no follow ups.  If the spirits calculated that far ahead.

“What’s keeping them here?” Vivi asked.  Arthur jarred when her voice punched through the veil of silence he had coiled about his mind.  “They can’t be afraid of moving on.”

The amber sleeves twitched as he shrugged.  “They probably just forget,” he said.  “That, or they don’t care anymore.  They’re nondescript spirits.  Remember what they taught us?  It’s hardest for them to move on.  Maybe,” Arthur paused as something came to his mind, but he dismissed it as they moved out from the tight hall and the dim candlelight.  “Maybe they stayed behind because they didn’t know they were supposed to move on.”

Moonlight pours through the large slanted window that line the backside of the mansion, the group moves beside a wall dark and cold with frigid night air.  The floor is tiled and the windows overlook a small garden below coated in weeds and sharp tangles of brambles.  Arthur mentions it’s a sun porch, due to the few chairs that had been left out by the previous occupants. 

Mystery trots on ahead and Vivi follows.  “Then their should be steps leading down to the yard?” she asked.

“I don’t see any,” Arthur answered.  He edged near the windows constantly looking down, hoping for a glimpse of a pathway or clear spot that would indicate the location of a door.  What he does not expect to see is a dark shape cutting into the brambles and melting into the hazardous shadows.  Cold waves soak into Arthur’s back and he pushes Vivi along toward a door a few ways to their path, leading away from the yard.  “Something’s out there,” he snaps.

“Arthur, you’re shaking!”  Vivi doesn’t fight him.  She catches sight of the door and tears it open.  “What is it?” she pleads.  “What did you see?”

“I don’t know.  Don’t look back.  Mystery, hurry,” he calls over his shoulder, trying not to glimpse out the windows and to the canopy of trees.  “Go Mystery.  Go.”

Mystery yaps as he sprints through the door Vivi opens.  The dog comes to a halt on dark carpet beneath magenta candles burning high above on the wall.  Mystery stops in his tracks and looks between the two doors, one set into the side of a wall and one hidden in a dark blanket cast by the stairs twisting around the rooms interior and upward, to the second floor.

Arthur snagged the handle of the dark door, until a set of tangy eye sockets stretched out of the wood.  “Whoa!” Arthur spat.  He snapped his hand back as if the doorknob was on fire.  “Shit!”  He pivoted in place when Vivi smashed her back into his.  Vivi had gone for the other door, but one of the spirits had melted from the wood and was glaring at her from the ripped carpet with an agitated expression.  Beneath the insubstantial chin fluttered a yellow shape flashing at a slower rate, compared to the rapid throbs of the terrified intruders.

Vivi grabbed Arthur’s vest and dragged him to the stairs.  “We’ll find a way around,” she snapped.  Arthut tripped over his feet but managed to get back upright and hurry up the steps.  Mystery was right beside him and Vivi was not far behind.  Vivi crashed into his backside when he stopped in his tracks right on the first five steps.  “What are—” Her voice cut off as she heard the unmistakable groan of timber snapping.  Under her feet the steps began sinking, the wood crumbled.  Vivi turned her face up to Arthur, the light of the candles flashed over her glasses as their eyes met. 

Mystery bit down on Arthur’s leg and snarled, urging him to move with what little force he would afford himself.  But Mystery’s two legged companions had not the stability nor the strength to get up the remaining five steps.

The candles flashed out as Arthur swept out his good arm and took Vivi’s wrist.  “I’m sor—” A deafening crunch echoed throughout the hall as the steps shattered beneath them.  Arthur felt his backside scrap jagged wood as he hit the side of the floor upon descent but he didn’t let go of Vivi’s hand, and she gripped his hand tightly as the glimmering yellow eyes peered down growing smaller and smaller as they feel deeper and deeper.

“It’ll be all right!” Vivi called.  “I promise!”  There was a light somewhere below, somewhere around them.  She looked to Arthur, his eyes full of tears.  He shook his head.

“No.  No, it won’ be,” he said, voice cracking as he forced the words.  “It’ll never be all right.  Never!  Vivi, I’m sorry!  I didn’t….” His words died in his throat as he looked down, eyes wideningat the emptiness that awaited below.  “I deserve this!  But not you!”  The shimmer in his eyes winked out as he cringed.  “Not you!”

Vivi tightened her grip on his hand struggling to bring him back, assure him.  “Arthur!”  She stopped there when a sudden flash sliced through the magenta gloom.  The sudden brightness blinded her briefly but she saw what it was clearly, she was certain of it.  She jerks her head around in time to see the pools of silver they pass in their fall, and Vivi’s eyes caught enough of what she didn’t want to see.

Open sleeve, white and crisp and empty of its former occupant.  Arthur didn’t see, she didn’t think, she prayed he didn’t.  The mirror nearest to her was near equally as terrifying, and though she only had a glimpse of its image Viv knew it would haunt her for many nights to follow.  Hollow.  As if the image was burned into the back of her skull.  Vivi blinked and felt her mind dimming, the dark colors swept past her faster and faster and she felt Arthur’s hand slip from her’s.

“Arthur?” she asked.  “Arth?”  Vivi’s eyelids became so heavy, as if a cold hand was pressing into her fevered brow.  She mumbled out in confusion and did what she promised herself she would never do again.  She let go of Arthur’s hand.  His screams became distant and weak, somewhere far below, but  Vivi had no further drive left in her and decided it couldn’t matter anymore.  The darkness bundled up her body and soaked into her mind until nothing mattered, and she surrendered to the rocking sensation that lulled her into the deepest sleep she could ever remember.  Her last thoughts were anguished and pleas for Arthur, but it didn’t feel like it was Arthur she was weeping for.

[sapphichollow]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY- The swedes/ platonic/ part 7

Retrieving her groceries from the counter, Winnie gave the cashier the briefest of smiles before waddling out the door, her face poking out amid a mountain of paper bags. She shook her head, with a call of, ”I’ve got it,” and ‘“Thank you!” and stumbled down the steps. She pressed her body into the railing, leaning on it like a crutch as she went, lopsided. The bags crinkled and quivered in her arms.  Likewise, her stomach crinkled and quivered into knots.

  Winnie swerved to avoid a man, nudging aside one of the smaller bags with her nose so that she could see. She would have asked her companions for a lift, but this was the time they spent relaxing. It was little and precious, and so she had infused every speck of energy with herself to walk the entire way there. She had a map and had been to Dallas on a couple of occasions in the 90s. It should have been a piece of cake, except it wasn’t.

 Twice on the way she had had to ask for directions, and twice she had paused to scribble down a road name or lean down to add a detour to the large map in red pen. Alleyways, shortcuts- that sort of thing. She hoped they would be of some help when they went about on their missions but she could never tell.

Her thoughts skidded into a halt as she slammed into something very solid and very tall. She crashed backwards and her back hit the sidewalk with a deafening smack, groceries flying from her hands and spilling onto the ground below. It was like she had walked into a brick wall. Except this brick wall extended a huge hand, gripped her arm and pulled her up. To steady herself, she  planted her feet heavily on the ground, dazed.  She winced as pain shot up her back and throbbed. Already she could feel the bruise forming between her shoulder blades: That would hurt in the morning.

People stepped aside with wary glances, careful to avoid the spillage but nobody paused to help, instead streaming straight past with a steady murmur. A stodgy river of humanity.

“Sorry,” Winnie blurted out, smoothing her jumper shakily ,” I didn’t mean to..,”

“It was me, don’t worry about it,”

“Oh,”  Despite the pain, Winnie fell to her knees scrabbling to collect her belongings before- a tomato exploded underneath the feet of a young lady, who shot her a haughty look and strutted away in her heels. Winnie dropped her gaze at once and bent her head over the mess. Her stomach sank like a stone. Great. Their first proper meal in 60’s Dallas and she had ruined it. She would have to throw away at least half of her vegetables, and she dreaded to think of the pork.

“Here let me get those for you,” The man interrupted her thoughts. She blinked rapidly, dazed. He’s still here? The man knelt down before her, scooping her food back into the bags like a machine. He was the biggest man she’d ever seen, dressed in a large navy coat, blue button up and a pair of black fingerless gloves. His hair was short and scrubbed back, and as he slipped one of the wrapped fish into the bag he glanced at her,” “Sorry. Lost a tomato there...,”

‘It’s okay..” She picked up the huge loaf of bread,  undid the wrappings, and checked it over for dirt. Nothing. She sighed and pushed it into the closest paper bag. While the man sorted out the rest of the bags, she busied her self with the last one. Bread, milk, cheese. All of them untouched. It was one of the lucky few that hadn’t belched all its insides out onto the pavement. `

As they stood up, he handed her each bag with gloved hands, the fingertips poking out. She fumbled for a moment, nestling the bags in the crook of her arm, and lined them across her body, checking to make sure they were secure.

“You got it?”

“Uh huh,” She stumbled, shifted the bags onto her hips and gave a heavy sigh.

“Shit,”The man muttered,” I’m going to be late,”

Winnie lifted her head,”Listen.. Thank you-“  But the man was gone.  Huh.. weird guy. He had to be going to work, or seeing someone special.  Sometimes she forgot people had their own everyday lives, completely oblivious to the comings and goings of the the Commission. Of course, she didn’t know much about the Commission either. Only that they sent the little capsules like clock work, and that they regulated time. That was it. They had refused to tell her anything else. 

Winnie sighed, rested her chin on top of one of the bags, and decided to take a detour. No one would know, and she’d be perfectly safe. So she made her way about, just a mountain of bags underneath a pair of dark, jean-covered legs.  Her arms pressed the groceries closer to her chest protectively. Now, she knew exactly where to go.

This time, she found Elliott shaking on the doorstep, cigarette clamped between his lips. She edged closer, trying not to breathe in the stench of tobacco. He noticed her at once, but said nothing. Then, after a moment of silence, Elliott hesitated and spoke quickly.

“Hey Winnie...,” He exhaled a curl of smoke ,” Can I show you something?”

As they entered his apartment, Winnie set down her groceries carefully by the door and brushed herself down. The home was exactly as as it had been on the previous day- the same untidy, unruly appearance, same stacks of paper that seemed to serve no particular purpose.  Except one of the bundles of paper had been opened. Pages spread across the desk, sifted through and regularly thumbed,  black annotations spidering across the typed up writing.

To one side, Elliot fumbled about, pushing a huge piece of fabric that had been fixed to the wall aside with his fingers. A large corkboard stood resolute underneath, covered in grainy photographs, notes and annotations. Winnie looked curiously on. Now that her arms were free, she fiddled with the strap of her satchel.. Clearly he’d uncovered something- something had to have happened. Elliott faced her with a tight smile.

“ Over the past three years I’ve witnessed five energy surges- six now-  and these people appearing outta thin air,” He stated. His arm was flung out, gesturing to the board wildly, as if he wanted to force his point out with action.

“See?” He stabbed one of the photographs with one finger and looked at her for a reaction. Winnie squinted. She could just about make out the marked curves of a face, the shadowy figure staggering on the ground. Her mind ran at once to their own travels. Could these people be from the Commission? And if so, where were their briefcases? She leaned in curiously, scanning each photograph for one but found none.But then she stopped. She stared. Grainy, smaller with the angle of the camera but nonetheless unmistakable, was the man from earlier.  Winnie blinked and shook her head, her lips parted slightly.

“And yesterday I had one of em come here,” Elliott continued, ” He came here and there’s more of em.. and..” There was no time to decide whether or not she believed him. His hands shook violently, caught in a never ending tremor.  In that moment, she knew he was telling his truth. She shoved aside all thoughts of the man and bade him sit down. Her eyes peered worriedly down at him. 

Elliott swallowed and nodded, lowering himself onto a desk chair. His fingers gripped the edge of his seat, eyes wide and staring into space. God he looked terrible. Worse than before, If possible. Winnie leaned against the workbench, waiting patiently for him to continue. 

His dark eyes settled on her for a moment. Without warning, his hand shot out and seized her arm tightly, and a cry flew from her lips before she could stop herself.  Her eyes widened. It took everything she had to force the familiar buzzing in her chest down before it burst forth from her, screw it up like a paper ball.  Unpredictable, unexplainable. She could not afford any mishaps. Elliott could not know. 

“You can’t tell anyone, you hear me?” He demanded, flecks of spittle flying from his lips. His face was red and she shrank back. When his fingers dug into her wrist, Winnie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to blot it all out, nodding violently.

“ I promise,” She managed, her heart pounding in her chest, flooding her ears.

“Good,” His grip slackened and she wrenched herself free. Her knuckleduster pressed against her hip, but she would not use it. She could become violent and run, but she was resigned to it. He was desperate, but he did not deserve it, she told herself. Though her heart still pounded, though adrenaline pumped through her veins, she would not harm him. Never. 

There was a long, painful silence, and  after a while, Elliott looked up slowly, shamefully.

I’m sorry Winnie,” He said in a small voice. 

“It’s okay....,” Winnie lied, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jeans.The coolness of the knuckleduster was somewhat reassuring in all this. she held it tightly like a wishbone, still shaken up. 

Elliott relaxed back in his chair and spoke again,” One came here yesterday. He could teleport or something...- I don’t.. I don’t know what it was,”  He rubbed his temples with his fingers meditatively, as if trying to settle himself. 

” He could... teleport?”

“Yes.. that’s what I said..” Elliott looked at her closely,” You don’t believe me?”

“No, no, no,” Her mind ran to her own abilities. She was the only one that had these powers( That she knew of).  Was it possible that there were more people like her? In this time? She vaguely remembered an academy with children like her. But that had been years ago. Six years ago, in fact. Although technically she hadn’t even been born yet.

 ” I believe you,” She promised. Elliott  sighed heavily, eyes moving to the grocery bags, discarded by the door. 

“Come on.. I’ll drop you home,” He muttered.

“ Are you sure?” Her eyes glimmered as she looked at him, tiredly,” I can walk.”

“Yeah.. I owe you that at least,”

She spent the car journey in silence, listening to the radio spit out tunes, bobbing her head along to the music as if it wasn’t 30 years outdated. Which it wasn’t. These musicians were still in their prime, she had to remind herself. No use getting caught up in the specifics. Time travel made her head hurt.  She gazed out the window as Dallas rolled by, These streets. These people. They were constantly changing and by the time she came back- if she came back- it would be completely different again. Shifted by time.  That’s the thing about time. Time changed things, changed people too.

She glanced at Elliott, who gripped the steering wheel tightly as they drove.  Clearly he’d had enough on his plate before some teleporting boy popped into his life. No wonder he’d snapped. Still, she stiffened in his presence, her fingers fiddling and pinching the sleeves of her jumper, pulling them down to cover her hands. 

When they arrived, Winnie was out the door in an instant. . She took the bags from Elliott, accepted another flurry of apologies, her heart a stone heavier, and sighed.  

“It’s all good,” Winnie said shortly, forcing a smile.,” I’ve got it,” She shifted and cradled them to her chest. Elliott glanced at her and nodded.

“ You sure you don’t want me to help you to the door?” He asked quietly. His voice was thick and his hand gripped the door of the ancient car.

“It’s fine,” She said. Her mood had greatly diminished, melting into grey, rhythmless sludge. But she would have to hide it if she wanted them to concentrate. No use them worrying about her. They had their job- that was more important. Elliot disappeared into his car, her shoulders slumped to her sides gratefully. 

But as she turned to leave, Elliott poked his head out of the window and called her back down.“Listen.. thanks for hearing me out Winnie. I needed to talk to someone who doesn’t think I’m crazy.” His voice cracked.

” It’s okay,”A glimmer of a real smile inched onto her lips,” At least you’re not a serial killer,”  Oh the irony. 

“Right...”

She waited until the ancient silver car had disappeared into the distance, leaving nothing but rising fumes to turn towards the house. You never could be too careful. She of all people should know that. 

As Winnie shuffled away in the direction of their home, a woman watched from afar, humming soullessly under her breath.  She smiled like a spider. A sharp smile, twisted with malcontent and churned with expectation- a sort of a lust for power over the fly. Her fingers spun silk, her jaws were poison and her eyes were everywhere. She had found a liability, and she was going to wrap it up and exploit it. All to intertwine them in her bloody plot.

There you go! Sorry if it’s not as good as usual.  This one hurt my head (and my butt because my chair is broken).

:3 

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