#most of the egg hunts i did were inside

[lavandulawrites]

Astralis Desires

Chapter 3: Through His Eyes

Various HSR men x reader

It was rather fun writing the different POV’S. I can’t wait to share more chapters with y’all!

Chapter 1, chapter 2

Synopsis: Two Yanderes have already fallen head over heels for you.

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Warnings: yandere, written in the POV of Dan Heng and Welt, Dan Heng is a simp

Word count: 1939

Dan Heng’s POV

Dan Heng had never been in love. He had found actresses, models and women he had met through his travels pretty, but he had never developed feelings for any of them. The idea of love was foreign and something he only allowed himself to think about when he dreamt about a faceless woman at night. He had been lonely since he crawled out of his egg and realised the world still hadn’t forgiven his past self misdeeds. When he had joined the Express Crew, he had gotten friends for the first time, but his loneliness still lingered like a dark shadow. It had him awake at night and it followed him whenever he went.

Dan Heng had read a fair amount of romance novels and mangas in secret and he was filled with longing. He wanted someone special in his life. Someone he could protect and love. He needed someone who could feel the void in his heart.

When he saw you almost gotten torn apart from a beast, he had flung his spear as hard as he could through the creature’s head. His frozen heart had finally started beating and the world colours finally became visible. A unfamiliar feeling filled his chest and overflowed his senses. His icy blue eyes followed your every movement and it felt as if he was going to die if he looked away from you. You were so beautiful it hurt.

“Are you alright?!” March rushed to your side and gave you a quick look over. He swore to himself that if you were hurt, if even so much as a tiny hair on your head had gotten damaged, he would hunt down every single one of the Antimatter Legion’s pets and kill them with his bare hands.

You nodded. “I’m fine” you forced a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me.”

Your voice was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard and he found himself wanting more.

“Oh, don’t thank me! It’s Dan Heng you should thank!” she gestured towards the black haired man. Dan Heng could only stare at you has his heart hammered against his ribs.

“Thank you, Dan Heng. I really owe you one” you said with earnest. God, he was going to die. Your lips uttering his name was the greatest blessing he had ever experienced and he found himself puzzled by his uncharacteristic behaviour.

He nodded with a short movement. “You’re welcome. I only did my job” he tried his best to give a nonchalant response, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“We should get moving!” March waved her hand at you to follow.

You gave them your name and Dan Heng couldn’t help but repeat your name in a mantra. Your name sounded like that of a goddess. One the way to safety, you encountered Arlan. He had gotten injured while fighting the monsters. Every time the boy talked to you, an icy anger formed inside Dan Heng and ran through his veins like poison. His draconic instinct to protect was loud as it tried to take over his mind.

The group of five stopped by a a control room in order to check the surveillance footage. As Dan Heng got past the firewall, he noticed a digital trace of an unwelcome guest. Someone had hacked the system an hour before. The researchers really should upgrade their security. It must have been the Stellaron Hunter that went by the name Silverwolf, he thought to himself. Worry crept over him at the thought of that guy. Surely he wouldn’t be at the space station? It wasn’t his style after all…

“Oh, I forgot to ask you [Name]. Did you see anything suspicious before we came and rescued you?” March asked you. He stilled his movements so he could hear your response.

“I did actually. I met a tall woman with dark pink hair. She was telling me to not get in her way.”

Kafka. Shit. “Sounds like a Stellaron Hunter” Dan Heng said as he resumed his typing.

“A Stellaron Hunter…” your voice was filled with concern.

“Sounds like you saw Kafka. So did Caelus” March replied.

The chair Dan Heng sat on suddenly scraped against the floor in a fast motion. His eyes found yours in a blink of an eye and he wanted to drown in them. “She didn’t do anything to you, right? She didn’t hurt you?” his voice was low as he tried suppress his anger. If the Hunter had harmed you, he would personally make sure she was arrested as soon as possible and punished for her sins.

You instantly shook your head. “No, she didn’t. She left as fast as she came.”

He could feel March eyes on him. He turned to her and was met with a small smirk. He abruptly turned back to the computer.

The sound of feet drumming against the makeshift bridge filled his ears as he ran towards the lift. A cloud of dark mist clouded his vision and a group of monsters appeared through it. The biggest of them reared like a horse and sat its sight in you. You froze beside Dan Heng as the monster lunged for you. Dan Heng’s body was quicker than his mind as he pulled you back by your collar, causing you to lose your footing. His spear blocked the arrow that was sent your way and saved you from your doom. His arms wrapped around you as they prevented your fall. They pulled you closer like a hungry boa and he allowed his nose to be filled with your lovely scent.

“Are you alright?” Dan Heng whispered against your ear. His usually stoic voice was breathy and brimming with a thick mixture of emotions. He could feel your heart beating against his arms. How adorable.

You nodded, your ears bright red. “Yeah, thank you” you whispered back.

He gazed at you for a second, one that felt as it stretched out for eternity, before he snapped back to the monsters.

A mechanical bussing shot down as a drone with razor-like propellers slashed through the beasts. Green blood splattered across the bridge and onto your face. In a blink of an eye he had dragged you across the bridge and into the elevator. As everyone mad e it inside you clutched your stomach. Your skin was pale and your forehead sweaty.

Caelus looked at you with a concerned expression. “Are you good? You look pal-“

He got interrupted by the sound of you spilling out all your lunch on the floor. You mumbled a “I’m so sorry” as you wiped your mouth. Dan Heng wanted to reach out and stroke your back in a comforting manner, but decided against it.

“Never mind hehe…” Caelus scratched neck awkwardly.

March rushed to your side and handed you a mint. “Thanks” you muttered weakly.

The group met up with Himeko and they introduced you and Caelus to her. Dan Heng could tell that she had taken a liking to you and the fact made him happy. As he and the others talked with Asta, he made sure to keep you as close to him as possible. Hopefully you had realised how dangerous the world could be. The good thing was that he could protect you from it, if you let him.

March and Caelus left to talk to the researchers while Dan Zheng and you remained. Himeko and Asta were busy talking to evacuate other’s and left you and him to your own devices you had taken a seat at a Ben h and were twiddling your thumbs as you waited. The action was cute. He had been staring at you for multiple minutes, it he did not care.

“So… Have you guys had any similar experiences?” you broke the silence.

His eyes lit up for a millisecond, before he composed himself. “Yes. Though every journey is different” his word may be few, but his voice was soft.

You nodded “I can imagine. Must be both exciting and scary.”

“Perhaps, though you get used to it” he shrugged. He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. “Are you alright? No injuries or something? Even if they’re small you should tell me” a slash of worry distorted his features. If everything were to happen to you he did not know what he might do.

“Im alright” you shook your head. As if you had noticed his raised brow, you added: “No really. I’m fine.”

He left it at that and adverted his gaze to the rest of the space station. Relief flooded his senses and he let out a breath he didn’t know he had held. He decided to ask Himeko if you could join the Express over text. It was obvious to everyone that you weren’t happy working at the space station. If you became a Crew member, he wove able to keep a close eye on you. No harm would ever fall upon you.

Welt Yang’s POV

Welt had lived a long life. He had a lot of different experiences in various areas. He had had a few girlfriends throughout the years and he had loved them. Though he had craved a different type of love, a love that was deep er and more raw. That was not something they could provide to him. He knew love was something that would happen when one least expected it, but he couldn’t help but fantasise about it like a teenager would. It was almost embarrassing how he would longingly look at couples when he was out and about.

When he first saw you hiding behind a vending machine as he neutralised Caelus’s power, a warm fuzzy feeling bloomed in his chest and he knew then and there that he had to make you his.

Welt was standing beside the Express when you and Dan Heng found him. His face lot up at the sight of you and he smiled. “I’m Welt Yang. It’s nice to meet you” he reached out his hand.

“I’m [Name]. It’s nice to met you as well” you shook his hand. Your hand was soft and small compared to his big hand. He didn’t want to let go, but it would be rude to hold your hand any longer.

“I have spoken with Himeko and she invited you to stay on the Express. If you want to, naturally” Dan Heng had asked Himeko if you could stay on the Express, but that was a detail you didn’t need to know. He glanced at Dan Heng as the black haired man nodded in gratitude.

Your eyes widened at his words. “Oh wow.. I hadn’t expected that. Well- I would need to resign from my job and all that. And I would need to bring my stuff- if that’s okay of course” you rambled.

Welt bit his tongue in order to silence his laugh. Your rambling was rather cute. “We can help you” he suggested.

“I would appreciate that” you smiled and his heart skipped a beat. You were like a burning star that brightened up his life.

“Alright, then. I would like to join the Express” you said determined after a short while of silence.

Welt looked at Dan Heng as the two men seemed to come to a silent understanding. From a Yandere to another, it was easy for them to see th effect you had on them. Welt had never imagined to share a Darling, but he didn’t mind sharing you with Dan Heng. Two Yanderes made the chance of any harm happening to you smaller.

[jessiso]

“Egg-ceptionally Yours”

A Criminal Minds one-shot | Spencer Reid x reader

During the BAU's Easter Egg Hunt, Spencer Reid surprises his partner (you) with a sweet and nerdy scavenger hunt filled with romantic clues, candy tulips, and stolen kisses—proving once again that love is in the little things.

w/c 452 (short n sweet)

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The BAU wasn’t known for downtime, but once a year, Garcia pulled out all the stops—pastel streamers, candy-filled tables, and this year… an Easter Egg Hunt.

You and Spencer stood side by side, arms crossed, watching Morgan and Garcia argue over whether glitter eggs were cheating.

Spencer adjusted his glasses. “Statistically, the person with the most organized searching pattern wins,” he whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah?” you smirked. “And are you planning to apply quantum physics to win a chocolate bunny?”

He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing. “Only if the prize includes kissing the winner.”

Your face heated. “Then I better bring my A-game.”

The hunt began.

You darted behind trees and beneath desks, catching glimpses of Spencer’s curls bouncing as he dashed past, waving a bright blue egg.

He was uncharacteristically competitive today—and it was adorable.

You found a note in one of your eggs: “Clue: Where your heart beats fastest.”

You frowned. “The breakroom after drinking Reid’s coffee?”

But when you opened the door, you found a heart-shaped jellybean trail leading to Spencer holding a bouquet of tulips made of candy wrappers.

“You did this?” you laughed.

He nodded, cheeks pink. “Each egg has a clue. They all lead to this.” He held up a small, golden egg.

You opened it.

Inside: a tiny slip of paper that read, “Will you continue to be my always—even when I ramble through statistical models on how chocolate affects dopamine?”

You grinned. “Only if you keep doing dorky scavenger hunts like this.”

He kissed you, laughter still in his voice. “Deal.”

Spencer’s lips were still curved in a shy smile as you tucked the golden egg into your pocket.

“You really outdid yourself,” you murmured, fingers brushing his. “This is peak adorable.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I read that personalized scavenger hunts increase serotonin levels in romantic partners—plus, I know how much you love puzzles.”

Before you could respond, the door burst open.

“You two lovebirds better not be hoarding eggs in here!” Garcia gasped theatrically, catching sight of the candy tulips. “Oh my God, are those handmade?”

Spencer flushed, straightening his sweater vest. “They’re made from ethically sourced chocolate wrappers.”

Morgan peeked over Garcia’s shoulder. “Boy Genius went full Cupid, huh?”

You linked your arm with Spencer’s and grinned. “He’s mine, what can I say?”

Emily strolled in, holding an egg. “Someone better beat Morgan—he’s threatening to put up a ‘Champion Egg Hunter’ plaque in the bullpen.”

“Oh no,” you deadpanned. “That can’t happen.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up. “We still have time.”

“Time for what?”

“To win. Together.”

The two of you ran out, hand-in-hand, like FBI agents on a mission—with less danger and more jellybeans.

[humdinky]

i just finished watching scavenger's reign yesterday, and let me tell y'all this is genuinely the best piece of sci-fi media i have seen in a long while, and it's insane how little i've seen this show being discussed online! it is probably the most unique and viscerally stunning series i’ve ever seen. the world that they have created is equal parts fascinating and terrifying, and every part of it feels fully realized. sci-fi is at its best when it lets go of nostalgia and explores the unknown, and SR gives me hope that real sci-fi can take root again, and be something beyond what came before it.

i will refrain from giving too much away in my discussion because this show works best the less you know going into it. the premise for this show is simple: crewmembers of a crashed freighter ship are left scattered across an alien planet. a good chunk of time has already passed by the time the show begins, and a few of the survivors have already established camps. however, things quickly spiral out of control as disaster wipes away their progress and forces each of them to move on. it's a harsh and unforgiving world that tests them each and every step of the way on their journey.

worldbuilding is where this show truly shines. it is no easy thing to design an entire ecosystem from scratch. it takes an insane amount of creativity and attention to detail to pull off what this show has. and my god did they fucking pull it off. living balloons floating through the air, large sea creatures that suck up their eggs when faced with danger, tendrilled plants that spawn clones of their prey to track them down - it is a frightening, surreal, and violent world, but harmonious in its own way. some creatures poison you, others clean off the poison. there are your typical type of predators that come at you with sharp fangs and giant pincers, but then there are predators that hunt via more insidious means: manipulating the memories of their prey to have them do their bidding, or hijacking their bodies from the inside. ultimately, the characters who fare best in this world are those who learn to adapt to it, and even sync with it.

SR also boasts a surprisingly well-crafted narrative. we are shown just enough of the world to keep us hooked, but it still feels like there is a lot left to be discovered. i also really enjoy the way the story is delivered to us. we follow the journeys of a few isolated groups whose paths gradually intersect. the characters are all fleshed out and three-dimensional - they were different enough to be unique and quirky, but never too different that it felt overboard. the way they react is exactly how humans in those circumstances would and should, the dialogue and voice acting were just superb. it felt so insanely real at times.

i really do hope that this show gets greenlit for a second season. this type of pure creative freedom is what we need right now. all in all, scavenger's reign is a gorgeous nightmare that you need to experience for yourself.

[bones4thecats]

how do you think the vice housewardens would react to a kuudere mc who's ticklish? sorry if you don't accept these asks! its just cute to me

The Vice Having A Ticklish-Kuudere S/O

Characters: Trey Clover, Jade Leech, and Rook Hunt Requester: 😐Anon A/N: Hello there! I'm gonna nickname you 😐Anon. Idk why, I just want too. Anyways. I decided to just do the characters listed above because of my character limit! Enjoy though!! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing just pure fluff ⚠️

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╚═════ Trey Clover ═════════════════════════════╝

🧁 Trey helped raise his two younger siblings a lot growing up, and they loved to tickle his sides and neck as they aged

🧁 The first time you met your boyfriend, he was surprised to see just how stoic you were. Even when Riddle overblotted and posed a massive threat to all that stood in his path, you fought alongside the others with the bravery of a warrior

🧁 He never believed you were emotionless, rather that you preferred to not show it. Most beastmen in the dorm did the same, seeing emotions as a sign of vulnerability

🧁 One day, Trey asked if you wanted to help bake with him, so when you came into Heartslabyul's kitchen with your personalized apron and he handed you a recipe paper and asked if you could grab the ingredients from the fridge

🧁 As the time passed, you began to mix the eggs, flour, milk, and more together to make the multiple different desserts for the following morning's unbirthday party

🧁 Trey looked over at you and smiled gently, he loved to see your eyes widen and a small smile poke through your cold facade. As you were distracted, the Vice-Housewarden walked up behind you and held your sides, making you let out a small snort

🧁 His eyes widened as you slapped a hand over your mouth before looking at him and shaking your head no. But how could he resist the gorgeous sound of your laugh?

🧁 Ever since that day, Trey loved to tickle your sides when you seem to be down in the dumps. That smile always makes him feel amazing

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╚═════ Jade Leech ════════════════════════════╝

🍄 Jade is known around Night Raven College for his off-putting smile and extremely calm demeanor, while you are known for your cold stare and firm expression

🍄 He and you were a very scary duo within the college walls, and even outside! Because of this, nobody has ever seen just how different you were behind your stern mask

🍄 A few months into your relationship, Jade had asked you if you could help out with cooking at Monstro Lounge, since they were going into their busy week because it was familial visitation day that Wednesday

🍄 You had your back to him as the Leech twin came inside the back from closing up the front and cleaning tables off with the assistance of his brother and a couple other workers

🍄 Jade smiled gently at you and laid down the washrag next to the sink and wrapped his arms around your midsection, making you look up from the counter-top with a cocked eyebrow. Your expression becoming neutral before feeling a familiar face nuzzle into your neck from behind

🍄 As the eel-mer kept rubbing his teeth and nose against your skin, you began to chuckle before it turned into outright laughter

"Oh~ Is my little S/O perhaps ticklish in their neck?~ How amusing~"

🍄 Your face heated up as your boyfriend kept messing with your ticklish skin, lightly grazing it just to hear you laugh and see your face erupt in a flustered pink and red with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen

🍄 You better look out from now on. Who knows when he'll strike again to tickle you?

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╚═════ Rook Hunt ═════════════════════════════╝

🏹 The main reason why Rook began to take a mass interest in you was how stoic you were. You would stand there as someone would blabber on and get angrier with others and just gift them your cold eyes

🏹 Did he mention your eyes? Oh! He loves seeing how dead they look around others but when either he came along, they would just beam with life

🏹 Rook adored watching you from the shadows, and because of how good he is at it, he know a lot about you. To the point that others believed he was clinging to you 24/7 like a parasite

🏹 And when he learned you were ticklish in the stomach, armpits, and in your feet? He just had to see you smile the same way you did when someone ran away in fear of your glare

"Oh, Mon glaçon! Where are you? It is I, your amour!"

🏹 You looked up from your book and gave your pleasantries to your boyfriend and motioning for him to sit down on your bed next to you. He presumed you wanted him to comfort you, so he sat down and laid his hat on your head, making you smile and kiss his cheek

"Mon seul et unique, do you believe in love at first sight?"

🏹 Peering back up at the hunter, you cocked an eyebrow wondering where that question came from. But, even with his S/O Rook was quite mysterious

"I suppose in some cases. Some people fall in love when their eyes meet and stay together till death, and some don't. Like I said, it kinda depends on the people."

🏹 Rook nodded and noticed how you raised your arms to stretch. And once the guy caught sight of your stomach poking out from underneath the hoodie he gave you, he smirked and began to attack your stomach with tickles

🏹 You began to laugh and yell at him to stop it, but Rook just ignored your pleas and kept up his attack. His own laughter then started to come out of his mouth, making you laugh even harder. The french accent was too much for you then!

🏹 When he finally relented and stopped tickling you, your face was completely flushed from laughing, pleading, and breathing heavily. Rook chuckled at you and booped your nose before laying your head on his chest and recant a tale of his first hunting trip with his family

🏹 He may be a pain in the ass, but he was your pain in the ass

(Mon glaçon ; My icicle / Mon seul et unique ; My one and only / Amour ; Love)

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 2

Yandere Goblin Shark Merman x Purple Firefish Merman Reader (CW: Kidnapping, blood, pain, peril, sharkman yandere, mermen, merfolk, anglerfish merfolk that try to kill the reader, minor character death, their living privileges are revoked most thoroughly, thalassophobia, a horrible title with a very forced pun for which I refuse to apologize) Word count: 1k (Sorry this took 11 months for me to start. No smut here, but I think if you read both parts together they fit nicely. Happy mermay!!) First part can be found here: Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 1 

It was easy to make the decision that you should try to make a break for it, there was nothing he could do to you if you were caught that he hadn’t already done and even a small possibility of making it home was worth it. You held your breath as you carefully extricated yourself from Damian’s sleep-loosened grasp, you had enough wits about you to grab a sharp looking dagger Damian had hanging on the wall, and then quickly made your exit out of the sea cave that he called his home.

Wasting no time you swam with all the urgency that your exhausted and aching body could muster. You remembered the general direction and swam and swam and swam.

But once the sea cave was behind you you were left in the cold embrace of open ocean. Your whole life was spent inside the city and reef you had called home, over time the natural homing instincts of your kind had been almost completely lost and you were no exception.

While you were indeed heading in the correct general direction that wasn’t enough as just being a bit off would end with you not being able to find your way home. Inevitably you veered just a bit and found yourself completely lost, though you didn’t realize it yet.

Only when you felt that you had swam for hours did you finally realize that you should have already arrived back to the safety of your home.

Now you were panicking, this was not a place for you. This was not a good place for anyone except the mightiest predators of the ocean. And you were vulnerable. You were tired from your previous struggles trying to escape Damian after he tied you up, you were battered, bruised, and sore from the rough fucking he had imposed on you, you were tired from your hours long swim in search of home, and to top it all off you were weighed down by being full of Damian’s eggs.

You could practically hear your heartbeat, sure that at any moment something or someone would emerge from the endless blue surrounding you and make a meal of you. Your hand shook as you gripped the dagger you stole tightly. 

In your fear you desperately searched aimlessly for any sign of your beloved reef. But it was simply no use. You were on the verge of tears, but then things got even worse��

Suddenly you were swept up in a powerful current! Had you been at full strength you almost certainly could have been able to power through it and remove yourself, but in your current state there was just nothing for it. You were swept deeper and even farther away from your goal. You were unable to even maintain a grip on your weapon as it drifted uselessly below. 

You were only swept up in the current for several minutes but it felt like hours, when you were finally released you found yourself a decent distance above a large and sinister looking trench. The cold caused you to shiver, you were not used to the cold water that occurred at this depth.

Out of the trench you saw three orbs of light shortly followed by the dimly illuminated forms of three thin merfolk of some kind, too far away to really make them out. You immediately dashed away as best you could but your own bioluminescence gave you away and made for an easy hunt.

It didn’t help that the current had beaten most of your remaining energy out of you.

They easily began catching up to you and you could soon see that these were anglerfish merfolk, if the sickly green glow of their lures didn’t give them away then the wide empty eyes and the wide gaping maws and lolling tongues certainly did.

"Please! Please leave me alone!" You sobbed desperately.

As they steadily pursued you and came ever closer they finally entered striking distance. They lunged. 

You spun around sharply, smacking one away with your tail with strength you didn't know you had while dodging another. But a few lucky strikes couldn't save you from a small pack of skilled predators. 

The third one managed to catch your arm and bit down on your hand causing you to shriek in pain. Red flowed from your arm behind you as you managed to shake your assailant loose. You swam as fast as you could but you didn't make it far before you were pulled back by the sharp clawed hands of these angler folk. 

"NO NO NO NOOO!" You screamed, hurting your throat, as you felt teeth sink into your tail.

Suddenly the pressure of the bite stopped as the anglers that had their hands on you were pulled swiftly backwards. Confused, you looked up to see your hero, Damian, as he crushed the throat of one of the anglers and viciously bit into another until it stopped moving.

The final one came at him and grabbed it and easily snapped its neck.

Now that all three had been deaded most thoroughly Damian swam over to you where you were struggling to keep yourself in place in the water.

"Fucking dumbass! What were you thinking!? That you could just run off? Think I couldn’t follow your scent?"

Despite his harsh words he gently picked you up and held you close. 

"When I woke up without you in my arms I was so fucking pissed! But... looks like you learned your lesson so... I won't be hard on you..." He kissed your head and started swimming back to his nest. He wanted your wounds dressed as soon as possible and then he wanted to hold and kiss you as you slept in his arms.

"Your wounds don't look life threatening but I still need to treat em'. Okay babe?" 

You responded only with a soft sniffling whimper and by burying your head in his neck. You were bruised, bleeding, and fatigued. You just wanted to be home, and you supposed that meant Damian's den because you surely weren't ever going to attempt to escape again. 

[bandgie]

Predator & Prey

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

smut!Nonhuman

synopsis: You were suddenly teleported to a snowy world while discovering a cave. After norrowingly escaping a terrible fate, you're practically forced to deal with a winged beast you saved. It's awkward and kinda mean, but it does more good than harm.

warnings!: I think this counts as dead dove, there's some gore (stabbing, blood, bone breaking) in this chapter. there's also monsterfucking, but it's not in this chapter (no smut... yet), reader is also is a scary situation but you'll make it out okay :)

a/n: I love monster fucking, I am part of the community and I pray this reaches the right audience cuz im not tryna be shamed!

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You wore a cute spring dress, being that it was Easter. You did not favor the color white or yellow, so you when with a shade of pink that went nicely against your skin. The dress was decorated with small flowers at the bottom of the dress that touched your mid thigh. You wore open-toed wedges made it a little difficult to walk in, but you could manage.

Though you liked hunting for eggs, pictures were probably your least favorite part. Then again, you're sure it was everyone's least favorite part. Your family was looking for another spot to take a picture, so you were free to explore the terrain of the area. Your family had chosen a secluded beach, not many people but too many caves. You opted to watch the beach, the waves softly splashing at your feet.

Your peace is broken by your younger sibling calling your name, signaling that your parents have found a place for pictures. With a sigh, you grab your shoes and walk barefoot on the sand. Then you feel it, a cold breeze washes over you that send chills down your spine. Your head whips around, arms wrapping around your body as you look at your surroundings. Sure it was windy, but it shouldn't have been that cold.

You're about to ignore it when you feel the gust of wind again, now realizing it's coming from the cave to your right. You narrow your eyes to look inside, unsure of what you might see.

Nothing.

You step closer, ignoring your sibling's yelling as you walk into the cave. The empty cave, save for the water on the ground and the...icicles on the ceiling?

The ground starts to viciously shake, your arms stretching out to find something to balance on. One arm grabs onto the side of cave while the other block the top of your head to prevent the icicles from falling on you.

An earthquake, you think as you fear for you life and your family's. They should be safe, given that they're outside. You though? You're not entirely sure. After a few more seconds, the ground stops moving, the water stops splashing so aggressively. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding and turn, running back to your family to check on them.

The cold hits you immediately, your arms go back to wrapping across your body. You think you're hallucinating, dreaming. Those icicles must've hit your head leaving you unconscious. But why does it feel so real? The painful chill you're body is experiencing, the chattering of your teeth, the snow that falls from the sky, why is it all so real?

You take tentative steps forward, eyes scanning the frosty trees and ears hyper fixated on the crunch beneath your feet. Toes and fingers are the first to go in frostbite, so you bend down to put your shoes back on. You sink into the snow, but it's either this or chopping your feet off.

"Mom?! Dad?!" You yell. You strain to hear any response, but you're left with deafening silence. You sniff, eyes starting to water. You're scared, the overwhelming scene of loneliness quickly starting to get the best of you.

You shake your head aggressively, the heated curls on your head hitting you in the face. Crying won't fix anything, it'll only make things worse. With a few deep breaths, you manage to maintain your composure.

Okay first things first, you think, get warm. Most people would advise you to stay where you are when you're lost, but in this case, that's the last thing you should do. You look at where the sun is, determining that it's a little past the afternoon. People who live in the snow build their houses on the East, so maybe if you head in that direction you'll find something?

"Oh my god," you say aloud, finally accepting the predicament you're in.

"I'm fucked."

-

You were about to give up on your pursuit of finding warmth until you saw a large house, or building. It was far, but it was there. Your body was shivering, and you know your snot and tears were frozen on your face, but the mere sight of a home had you running.

Your wedges quickly came undone, leaving your barefooted to run in the burning snow. You didn't care though, and the view of the house-no mansion quickly came into view. It was bigger than you anticipated, but you could only cry of joy when you ran up the steps and banged on the door.

It didn't matter if you looked like a crazy woman, it didn't matter how disgusting your face was, what mattered was being thrown in a fire.

"Hello?!?!? Excuse me?!?!" Your voice was loud, demanding to be heard. Both your hands were banging harshly on the door, you would apologize for being so rude later.

Finally the door swung open, an older lady in white and black greening you.

"What in names heaven do you think you're- Oh my goodness!" She quickly took in your physical state. She grabbed you by the hand and yanked you inside, shutting the door.

"Grace?" Another voice called from deeper inside the house. "Who was it?"

The lady, who you now know was Grace, waved a dismissive hand. "Run me a hot bath! Quickly! Quickly!" Grace was practically pushing you inside, up the stairs while your feet struggled to keep up. You were shivering too much, tears clouding your vision that you could barely see where you were going. But you could feel the warm embrace of heat.

You were shoved into a room, clothes quickly being stripped off before you could complain. Grace along with other women lifted you and placed you in a bath. You yelped in pain, the heat of the water was too much. If they heard you, they ignored you. Rather, they dunked a bucket of water over your head, warming every part of your body.

After clearing your face, you finally took in the way the bathroom looked, if you could call it that. It was unbelievably big, a large window stood in front of you. Then you looked the women who were scrubbing you, varying from ages. Yet, it was clear the Grace was the one in charge, easily giving orders the other ladies listened to. They were all dressed the same, as if it was uniform.

"Do you guys...work here?" You ask.

Your voice broke their concentration, eyes narrowing at you. "Maids tend to work where they live, yes," Grace answers, as if it's the most obvious answer. Maids? You think, who has maids nowadays? Before you can ask another question, Grace speaks.

"Are you feeling better? Can you move?" Her eyes can your body from underneath the body, and now is it that you become aware that you're nude. You can't cover yourself though, the other women were busy cleaning your arms and scrubbing your head.

You nod deciding that this must be a frequent occurrence for them, "Yeah, it's just a little hard to move my fingers." She nods, turning to the door. "That's normal," she starts, "I'll find you something to wear. Girls..." her head turns to her workers, "Get her dry."

With multiple yes ma'am's they pull you out of the water, leaving you to bare to the window. A small shriek leaves your lips, you quickly tell them you can dry yourself. They instead giggle at your little outburst, gently pulling you out of the tub.

"Please don't worry yourself miss," one of them says. It's only then that you notice their accent. It had a slight lisp to it, like a gentle pirate who was sophisticated.

"You'll be fine with us. For now, we should get the hearth going. Need to warm yourself yes?" Another was grabbing the towel, wrapping you tightly. Before you could say something, there was loud clanging. Muffled, but loud enough. You peer outside the two-story window and see a cage. There were three people, men you think, poking at the cage with what seemed like a stick. Whatever was in the cage was not happy, thrashing around angrily.

"Please miss, pry you eyes away. It's unwise to look upon such a beastly thing," another girl pulls you away from the window, using smaller towels to dry your hands and feet.

You remain silent, allowing them to dry your body. You hear a couple of them whispering near the door.

"I hear she came with ill clothes, indecent for a young lady in this cold," one whispers. "She must not be from here. Perhaps she was in an accident and got lost," the other reasons.

Before you could say anything, the door swings open, almost hitting the two gossiping girls. Grace waltz in, a large dress in her hands. She sets it on the stool nearby and with a wave of her hand, dismisses a few of the girls.

"I believe this will fit rather nicely. These girls will do your hair and such," Grace announces.

"Actually," you start, "I'm just lost. I don't know where I am and-" Grace laughs, though you didn't say anything funny. "I understand your worries, but I believe you should concern yourself with other things. Do you know whose house you're in?" Her eyes glint with curiosity. I shake my head, "Like I said, I'm lost and I need to find my-"

"You are in the home of Lord Lukas," Grace interrupts again. You're starting to grow irritated, close to snapping at this lady. She helped you though, clothed and bathed you; you bite your tongue.

"He is the famous monster hunter, and you stumble in here wearing heavens knows what in the winter. You have stirred the pot in such a way, miss. Perhaps I pry too much, but are you...interested in the lord?"

You furrow your eyebrows. The ladies behind you are dead silent, waiting for your response. You take a deep breath, "I don't want to talk about this naked."

The ladies gasp, as if you had said a terrible thing. They quickly grab the dress from Grace and bottles from the bid dresser behind you. Without a word, grab at your towel, but you hold it tightly.

"Can I dress myself?!" You shout, losing your composure. The ladies look at one another then at Grace. For a moment, Grace eyes you suspiciously. She lets out a sigh and nods, "Leave her girls. We need to prepare for dinner."

-

You have decided that not only are you in a completely different area, but surrounded by old technology. No hair dryer, heated pipes for the bath, stained windows, the smell of old wood, it's not current trends. Perhaps this place prefers the older times, but the accent, the outfits...

No, you're getting distracted. You need to get home, and you should start by heading back from where you came from. Or is this just a very realistic dream? You would normally wake up the moment you recognized you were dreaming, but this time you stayed in this fictional world.

One thing was sure though, you were not putting that dress on. It was beautiful yes, but too many layers. It had a corset much too small for your body and was unnecessarily big. After some digging around, you found outfits that were similar of that to that maids. It would be much easier to walk in, and put on.

You dried your hair as much as you could before brushing it out with a long toothed comb. There was some make up on the dresser as well, you touched it curiously. It definitely was old, the style, the smell. You decided to not put any on, scared of the chemicals it may have.

When you opened the door, you were in another room. A bedroom. You gasped, if you thought the bathroom was huge, this was gigantic. A big, red, plush bed in the middle, a fireplace from where you were exiting was lit, a long window on the right, and an even bigger dresser on the left. It was straight from a fairy tail.

Now you understood why the dress was so big, so grand; Because this entire mansion was lavish. You were given that dress to fit the aesthetic. You walked around the room, unsure if it was even the one you were temporarily given.

You made your way to the window, your hand touching the cold glass. You looked down, seeing the cage they ladies had told you to not look at. You saw the...beast...huddled in a corner, conserving it's warmth. You pouted, feeling bad for this pure black creature. It was hard to make it out, but it looked like it was enveloping itself in wings.

"That's a big ass bird," you mumble.

Knocking at the door startles you, turning your head to see who was opening the door. You relaxed when you saw one of the ladies who was attending to you in bath.

"Miss, it is time for- What! Oh no dear, that is not what you should be wearing," she promptly shuts the door, speed walking to you."This is completely unacceptable. If the Lord saw you think this..." she trails off. She hurries to the closet you hadn't noticed, swinging its doors open.

"Yeah sorry," you apologize, "I didn't think I would feel comfortable in that dress so I put this on instead." She ignored you, rummaging for something that you can wear.

"You will be in the presence of the Lord of this house, miss," her tone is clipped, "I understand you are not from here, but he is someone of power. I assume even a place where you're from would have someone power?"

She doesn't bother to wait for you answer, instead pulling a golden color dress out. It's doesn't look puffy at all, instead like an easy slip on. It glitters in the light, you notice a slightly deep v-line. The maid gently places it on the bed.

"Put this on miss. I will be outside your door, please dress quickly," and with that she leaves.

You take one more glance outside the window and make your way to the bed, reaching for the dress. It really is pretty, and it's long enough to have leg room, but not enough to have you trip. You nod, satisfied with this dress.

You slip into it, feet first. It goes over you easily, and you reach behind to tie it together. It proved harder than you thought and you struggle horribly. You pace around the room trying to lace the string though its holes, facing the window as if the scenery will help.

You let out a loud, frustrated groan. The bird in the cage jolts, and your eyes widen. Did it hear you? You watch as it lifts its head up, looking around until it meets your eyes. You gasp, looking into its black, human-like eyes. You stumble backwards with a hand covering your mouth, what was that?

"Miss?" The maid reappears, probably from hearing your frustration.

You close your eyes, your head is playing tricks on you. You're in an unfamiliar place and your brain in panicking, unsure of how to take in its surroundings. Plus the bird was far away, you could be mistaking things.

"My dress," you choke out, "I can't do the back."

Wordlessly, she goes behind you, tying the the back of the dress in a criss-cross manner. Your heartbeat is wild, loud in your ears and throat. You're suddenly remained of how utterly lost and alone you are, no longer interested in playing pretend. You sniff, tears softly falling down your face.

The maid notices this, she gently pats your shoulder. She turns you around and wipes your years with her thumb, smiling softly at you. "I'm so sorry that you are lost miss. Lord Lukas is a very powerful man and I'm sure he can help you. Do not fret please."

You nod, grateful for her encouraging words. "I just really wanna go home."

"And you will," she promised, "But I'm sure you're famished, let's eat first."

-

Lord Lukas was younger than you anticipated, less than 10 years younger than you. His parents died, leaving him with a massive fortune and to carry the legacy of being a monster hunter. He loved talking about himself, you had only managed to tell him your name and how you got lost.

If you shut off your brain, it was easy to accept that you had somehow teleported to a different world. You didn't want to think about it too much, how there must be millions of different worlds and millions of portals to them. You were the unlucky soul that stumbled upon one, and you needed to go to the right one to get home. See? Wasn't too hard to understand if you didn't think too much about it.

You poked at your food, your appetite was nonexistent. It looked good though, cooked meat with boiled veggies and unique looking rice. At least you think it's rice. The man siting across from the table was still stuck on how you ended up here. Portals were thought the be a myth, yet here you are.

"So you're just looking for a family?" He asks, shoving a broccoli in his mouth. "Yes, my family," you stress. You briefly met his eyes, they were a light green. He smiled.

"And you said you were near the sea when this happened?" You nod. He hums, "I've always wanted to visit the sea. I've only seen pictures and I think it's quite beautiful." "Yeah it's nice," you agree, "The sand gets annoying though.

He laughs softly. He leans forward, eyes going down to your cleavage. You grimace. It doesn't matter what title a man has, he will always be a pig.

"You smell like lavender," he notes, "I love that smell." You laugh awkwardly, "Uh, yeah the girls had good soap."

"So," he says, eyes never leaving yours, "you're with your family when you stumble in a cave, appear here with no idea of how, and now you're at my place, lost. Looking for refuge?"

"Yup, pretty much," you nod. "But I dont need...refuge. I just need to go back home. I don't know what being a monster hunter means, but you must know about fantasy things like that. I don't have money to give but I went to school and-"

He starts laughing, hysterically actually. The words in your throat get caught, and you're replaying what you said in your head to see what was so funny.

"Unbelievable! You're a a great jester I give you that," he says, wiping a tear from his eye. "You don't need to lie, sweetheart. I don't know who put you up to this trick, but it's quite admirable." He stands and walks around the table so he's behind you. You stiffen, head turning so he never leaves your sight. "What are you taking about?" You ask.

"Many know that I am without wife. I've heard the complaints of how they worry about who will carry the monster hunter title, about who will inherit my fortunes. You are lost? No family? With no way back?" He laughs again, "It's a very intricate plan, and I'm almost impressed with how well they know what I fancy most in a woman."

He leans down in you ear, breath disgustingly hot, "I suppose you're hungry for something else. Yes?"

His hand appears on your shoulder, trailing down to your breasts before you shove him off. You stand from your seat, chair falling from how forceful your movement was.

"The fuck?! Don't fucking touch me!" You yell. You grab a stake knife from the table and hold it, aimed at him. "I don't know who you are and I don't give a fuck! I'm not going to play dress up anymore, you sick fuck."

Lukas raises his eyebrows, surprised by your outburst. He smooths a hand over his face and smiles again, "Did they also tell you that I enjoy the chase? I love it when they fight back."

His words send a chill though your body, you nearly gag. "You're sick. Stay the fuck away from me."

His smile widens more, "And I just adore your accent, I wonder how it will sound when you submit to me."

You run with the knife in hand, choosing to go out the back door rather than the front. The sun is setting, giving the snow a pretty pink glaze color. You would admire it if you weren't being pursued. Lukas is fast behind you, but if you manage to make it though the clutter of trees, you might have a chance.

No one is outside, no one was at the dinner. Did he send them away so he could have you alone? Did he plan this out?

You yelp when you're tackled into the snow, face first. The knife falls out of your hand and you're left defenseless. He yanks your hair so your head is up, he presses a knee into your lower back. "You're a lot faster than I anticipated, but no matter."

You trash in his hold, but he only digs his knee deeper into you. You cry out in pain, hands scratching at what you can manage.

"Gosh you are so full of energy!" He exclaims. "Keep this up, you will tire in no time."

He maneuvers you so you lay on your back, but this gives you more room to kick and hit. You do manage to get a few good punches in, but he grabs the top of your head and slams you into the ground. Your head rings from the impact, a groan leaving you.

"You...dick..." you strain out, spitting salvia in his face. He puts all his weight on your stomach, hands gripping your throat. He lifts one of his hands and backhands you, you head harshly turning to the right. Then you see the cage, it's no less than 20 feet from you. The bird is still huddled in its corner, but its eyes peer to you. The poor animal has been out in this snow for who knows how long and it's still alive. For some reason, it gives you strength. Despite the tears in your eyes, you see the glint of you knife. Lukas's hands violently tear at the top of your dress, trying to rip it.

For a moment, just for a moment, he loses his grip on your throat. You take this opportunity to headbutt him right on the nose, and you hear a satisfying crunch when you do. His hand cradles his broken nose, and you strike him with the heel of your palm while he was stunned. You manage to get half his weight off you and you reach for the knife.

He sees this and grips your hair again, but it's too late, you've already grabbed it. You turn and stab him in the neck, surprised by how how hard it is to sink in. You pull the knife out and stab again hard, blood spraying on your face and fingers. He cries out, hands grasping yours to pull away. His eyes meet yours and you see it, fear. Genuine fear that makes the hair on your neck stand. With a cry you took the knife out and stab a third time, this time digging so deep your fingers could feel the insides of his throat.

He gurgles, blood pooling from his mouth and neck as he opens his mouth to speak, but you drop his body on the ground before he gets the chance to. You sob wrecks through you, you hadn't notice the tears running down your face until now. You were wailing, weeping from your dire situation and the dying body next to you. In the movies, they had died so quick, almost gracefully. But this was messy, blood was all over your dress, hands, the knife, the snow. His hands were weakly trying to cover his wounds, to stop the blood from flowing out.

You needed to get out of here, it was only a matter of time before they came looking for Lukas. Or his body at least.

You stand on your shaky legs, wiping your tears and keeping a steady hold on the knife. 'This isn't real," you tell yourself. "You're fine. You're alive. You'll be okay."

You look up and see that you facing the cage, but the bird is no longer hunched over. Though the cage is much too small for it to stand, it crouches eyes trained on you. It's no bird, not with a human body like that. Its skin is pale, nearly grey with a head a black hair. It's nails are inhumanly long, its feet shaped like a birds. It's wings are cramped, tightly tucked beneath its back. You could still see it's dark feathers, and the tail that swishes unsettling. It could pass for human if you ignored its pitch black eyes. You knew for sure it was a male, it wore no clothes despite having a similar male anatomy.

It looks like a nightmare, but more human than the corpse behind you. Its eyes look at you then the lock, signaling you on what it wants. Despite everything you laugh. This monster had seen you fight for your life and all it asks if you to free it.

"I don't have the keys," you say, though you know it can't understand you. Its eyes flicker to the man you killed, then to the lock, then at you. You shiver, it can understand you. You look behind you and shudder, you had killed someone.

"Are you serious?"

It doesn't respond, instead shifting anxiously in its cage. Who knows how long it's been in there, in the cold. You let out a sign, rubbing your face. You know you're smearing blood all over yourself, but you don't care.

You turn to the body, reaching for keys. You keep your eyes closed, instead feeling around for the item. Finally, you feel a bundle of metal in the pockets of the dead man, pulling them out. It's a hoop of keys that jingle in your hands, and the beast behind you clatters in excitement.

You stand and head to the cage, grabbing the lock. There must be around 10 rings on this key holder, and you're not sure how long it will take to try them all. The first one is a no go, no even fitting in the hole. The second one fits halfway, and no matter how deep you tried to shove it in, it just wouldn't go in.

The human-like monster inside the cage paces, obviously anxious about being free. You were trying the third one when you could hear shouting from the house.

"Where is the Lord?" "Shouldn't he be done by now?" "Go look for him!"

The beast and you lock eyes. You don't know if you have the time to open his cage, and he knows it. But the way it's looking at you, so much hope and pleading, you feel a pang of guilt.

"I'll keep trying okay? But don't expect me to get captured for you okay?" You go back to the task at hand, the third one did not fit. Your fingers start to go numb from the cold, it takes a while for you to fit the 4th key in. Though it manages to slide in, it doesn't turn.

"Fuck," you whisper, struggling to grab the fifth key. Then you hear the door swing open, and 4 men tumble out. "Hey!" One of the shouts, and you whimper. The beast gets close to your face, eyes never leaving you. It's a silent plea, just try one more key. You should go, you should run, but you don't.

You shakily shove the fifth key in, ignoring how close the sound of running is getting. It turns, and grants you a soft click! "Holy shit, it's op-"

You yelp, hair being yanked back from the cage. The man who has you hostage is angry, eyes bulging from his sockets as he regards you. "You whore! You damned heathen!" You throws you harshly on the snow, your fingers numbly try to grasp anything, but it's so hard to move them.

"Captain. He's dead," one man says, next to the body of your assaulter. While a 2 men attempt to revive the body, the other two draw their weapons. "You fool! Do you know what you've done?!" "A stupid whore like you could have never killed a man. Who were you with? What did you plan? Where is your-" The captain is cut off quickly by a screech.

You hear the slash of flesh, blood spreading on you. The captain stands as he clutches his stomach, entrails exposed to you. Before the man beside him can react, he's grabbed and yanked into the sky. Your eyes follow up, watching as the winged beast takes him high into the clouds before he dropped him. His body lands 10 feet away from you, a nasty sound emits as his body snaps.

You scream, covering your face and head to shield your eyes. You put yourself face down into the snow, trying to ignore the sound of men screaming and flesh tearing. Your body is shaking from fear rather than cold. You don't know what type of monster you let free from its cage, but it's certainly out for revenge.

Finally it stops, but you can't stop sobbing. You didn't want to kill anyone, you didn't want anyone else to die. You just wanted to go home. You wish you were taking those stupid fucking pictures instead of enduring this fantasy nightmare.

The sound of feet crunching gets your attention and it stops right in front of you. You slowly lift your head up, quieting your sobs as you recognize the bird-like feet in front of you. Your head keeps going up, finally seeing the beast stand bare in front of you. You sniff and stand, surprised by how tall it is. It's taller than any human man, that's for sure. You barely reach its torso, needing to look up to see its face.

It leans down, and you gasp when a snake like tongue darts out of its mouth. It tastes your face, touching he tears and blood that stain it. It puts its tongue away and swaps it for another, a much bigger and thicker one. You close your eyes as it licks your cheeks, collecting the saltiness. You let out soft whimpers while it cleans you, hand softly gripping your chin so it can tilt your face in his direction. When he's satisfied, he grabs your hands. He brings them to his face and he licks your fingers, drinking the dried blood on them. It purrs at the taste, greedily taking it all.

Once he's done you open your eyes, gently pulling away from him. Its wings spread out from him, larger than any bird you've ever seen. Each wing is longer than his height, covered in dark feathers. You take a step back, finally looking at him at his full height. He still looks like a nightmare yes, but so beautifully scary.

"I need to get home," is all you say. You know it can understand you, perhaps it was trained by humans. "I don't know where I am or when I am? Oh god what am I even saying." You bury your face in your hands. You're going to cry again.

A gentle hand finds your shoulder, another gently pats your head. "You will be okay, human." You gasp at its voice. It's so deep and slightly scratchy, as if he hasn't spoken in a long time. You look up at it, mouth agape. "You can speak?" You muster.

It's face does not change, only giving you a simple nod. "You will be fine, but first we must leave. You have killed a Lord, and I his guards. You will be safe, but not here. Come."

It reaches its clawed hand at you, waiting for you to take it. You look at the hand then at the house. Should you trust this creature and leave with it? Or go back the way you came in a place you're completely unfamiliar with? A rock and a hard place.

You look at it in the eyes, searching for any indication of what it wants, but it just stares back. You notice you can see some white of its eyes, his pupils must expand exponentially when he's full of adrenaline.

You let out a shaky breath and grab his hand, "Guess we should go then."

a/n: this is the first chapter! this story is still in the works but I think im on the last chapter! ill post the second chapter tmr or something

[ianthe-is-a-bitch-and-i-love-her]

Someone You Can Build a Nest In was, in fact, pretty good, but it went in a different direction than I was hoping for and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

The story follows Shesheshen, a solitary shapeshifting monster who hunts the travelers and merchants that pass through her territory, along with the occasional monster hunters who come to slay her. She is rather lonely, and reminisces fondly and lovingly about her mother, who was slain when she was young, and her father, whose body she grew inside and who she ate her way out of when she was ready to be born. On her hunts, she keeps an eye out for someone who might make for a similarly loving parent to plant her own eggs in. After a close encounter with some hunters while in a roughly human shape, Shesheshen is nurses back to health by a kind woman who has mistaken her for human, and promptly falls head over heels. Before she can get around to explaining her true nature and enquire about how her newly beloved would feel about being a parent, they are both drawn into a new and concerted effort to hunt down the local monster - Sheshen herself. Hijinks, of course, ensue.

The thing that immediately captured me when I started reading was how well the narration captured Shesheshen's fundamental inhumanity while still making her layered, complex, and intelligent. Her visceral emotional reactions are shaped by her biological nature as a predator, and these emotions lead to distinctly inhuman values and morals - Shesheshen places no intrinsic value on human lives and feels no compunctions whatsoever about eating sentient people. Her love and lust are consumptive in nature, and she romanticizes this. The fact that she cannot have her cake and eat it too is something she has difficulty dealing with. But she's also capable of a great deal of sympathy and empathy for specific humans, and the love she has for the father she ate causes her to care a great deal about consent - she doesn't want to consume out of love someone who doesn't want to be consumed.

In addition to her psychology, Shesheshen's physiology is also excellently inhuman and conveyed in great visceral detail, and the way her body functions is very interesting. My favorite parts of the book are the introduction and the denouement, because these are the areas where her psychology and physiology receive the most undivided attention. They aren't ignored throughout the rest of the book by any means, but they take a backseat to the plot, which is why I feel a bit conflicted about the book as a whole. I was really enjoying the in-depth character study of the introduction, and would've really liked to have the whole book be in that vein.

The plot, to be clear is not bad - it's honestly quite good, and it delves heavily into themes of generational and familial trauma, self-sacrifice, the normalization and romanticization of profound harm, and the difficulty of growth and self-actualization, all while being fairly entertaining and well-executed as a story. I think its themes were a bit heavy-handed in places, and I think some of its exploration was hobbled and flattened by the book's queernorm setting, but I won't relitigate that old argument here. It was suitably gripping and solidly entertaining.

I think the central relationship was solid and compelling, though again, I would've liked it more if the whole book had been focused on a deep exploration of their characters and dynamics. There's a lot of rich ground to the basic premise of "monster falls in love with human, wants to express that love in a way that is actively dangerous/horrifying to the human, doesn't know how to talk about it", and the story layers additional complexities onto that dynamic that are very compelling, but for as much of that interesting ground that the book explored, it left plenty more untouched. One detail that I did find both novel and enjoyable is that both the love interest Homily and Shesheshen herself are all but explicitly sex-averse asexuals by human standards, which is something I have not encountered in a lot of media. The exploration of that experience is not particularly deep because, again, queernorm, but it is present and it was compelling.

This was a really unique and compelling read, though, and I expect it to be one that stays with me. Given my own interest in body horror and inhumanity (shameless plug for Memoirs of a Flesh Eater in the notes), I wouldn't be surprised to see some influences from this book in my own writing going forward.

On the whole, I definitely enjoyed this book and would definitely recommend it, but not without a few warnings. Body horror is a constant element in this book; Shesheshen's shapeshifting is purposely off-putting, and she eats people. This is described in substantial detail. Also, there is a lot of parental and familial abuse depicted, much more than you would expect from the basic premise, so go in prepared. On the other hand, though, if you're looking for a true gothic horror tragic toxic doomed romance or a heavy character study that really plumbs the depths of an inhuman psyche, you will probably be frustrated by how close it comes to being that without actually being that.

[dallasgallant]

Time period post: Easter

Going to try and get this one in time for the holiday! Like my other posts on holidays this is going to be a rundown of some base elements and traditions, of course families will have their own variations and it’d be fun to consider for the characters. (If they celebrate at all) similar to Valentine’s Day becoming much more of a ‘everyone’ holiday, Easter was experiencing more of a secularization. The Easter bunny really started to take off by the mid 50s and by the 60s him and Peter cottontail were mainstays.

Dresses and dress up, contests and queens-

Like I mentioned in my previous post, so many contests especially around the holidays. Beauty pageants, spring courts, it’s close to school dance seasons.

But Easter has always been a dress up holiday, especially in the south and usually among the women. Pastels and bonnets, ready for church and beyond. “Crazy/elaborate bonnets” were huge, there were contests at community centers or schools. Look at this winner from his highschool in 1958;

Eggs and bunnies-

So. Many. Bunnies. You will find them on every bit of decoration in every form; plastic, porcelain, plush. There were blow up bunnies too that were relatively popular (have photos of family with them) and sometimes chicks, like a hopping chick toy but usually it was the eggs.

Egg dying. (PAAS only 😤 they’re still around) kits make it even easier and accessible with little wire handles. In some households the eggs are eaten after, and yes it’s apparently safe.

Easter egg hunt. A staple. A classic. Difficulty varies on the age and so to the prizes, as with most. The egg roll is a very 1960s event… which is such a stick and hoop activity to me.

The 1960s also saw the Easter Bunny get cemented in the lore of the holiday forever. Having rose in popularity in the 40s-50s.

Spring-

A lot of Easter decor is general spring, with its pastel colors and baby animals (usually bunnies, ducklings and chicks). There is a lot of store bought decoration but it was a craft heavy holiday. And still is.

Now the lamb cake is a tradition being brought back in recent years by folks attempting in earnest or competing to make the most ironic and terrifying thing known to man. However there was also apparently a similar bunny cake made in a mold but it did not gain half as much traction.

Easter. Like Thanksgiving and Christmas is another major food holiday as well and the hosting culture of the time extends to it as well. Showy food, lots of appetizers and taking recipes from magazines or off packages

Toys and baskets-

Lots and lots at the time— bunnies seem to be more huggable and chicks are more battery powered. They chirp and hop and move, but there was also Hopping bunny toys.

Candy. Another major candy holiday with chocolate and jellybeans and brach’s again having an absolute monopoly.

Some families will construct their own baskets (what’s inside them) but you can buy pre filled cheaper options like with Christmas stockings.

Didn’t mention in my previous holiday posts so I will here but children’s books! So much holiday lore and good memories come out of these adorably illustrated books or novelty songs or even TV specials. Though Rankin bass won’t release “Here comes Peter cotton tail” until 1971 the song and the story existed prior.

[ysabelmystic]

Can you elaborate on almost killing a guy?

Yeah sure.

Some of you have heard this story before but this is definitely one of the most unhinged things I've ever done, so I enjoy telling it.

It was my sophomore year of high school. I was living in Florida, and having the time of my life. Both of my parents worked, I had a phone, and I'd made friends with a boy in my neighborhood, and therefore found a suitable chaperone to protect my weak, innocent, girl-self (a depressed egg with messy hair who alternated between oversized hoodies with converse and a trench coat with combat boots) from any potential dangers. This meant that I finally had actual proper freedom to do whatever I wanted as long as I was home by 9pm and kept in touch with my mom. My friend was in a similar situation, having helicopter parents that had been forced to roll back their micromanaging in order to pay the bills. So naturally, when a suspicious car with tinted windows started hanging around outside the bus stop after school and never picked anyone up, my friend and I did not tell our parents. Instead, we would stand outside at the bus stop, chatting and watching the car, until the driver got bored and left.

This went on for a couple of months, almost every day. Unfortunately, my friend and I also had unmedicated ADHD. One day I was carrying home this giant art project -a candy sculpture of St Basil's Cathedral. This break in routine and the fact that the sculpture was edible, melting, and fucking heavy, caused us to completely forget about the car. We went straight back to his place, and the driver did what we'd always feared he would do, and followed us.

We were just digging into the cathedral when my friend's dogs went ballistic. We walked into the entry way to see what they were freaking out about, and saw a sunburnt man with a scraggly beard, blue t-shirt, and cargo shorts walking up the sidewalk, and behind him, was the car with tinted windows.

We made eye contact. We both froze, and then the intruder took off around the side of the house, where the garage entrance was. My friend and I ran to the garage entrance as well because we hadn't locked it when we came inside. A moment after we locked it, the doorknob jiggled violently, and the man began pounding on the door.

This is the point where we should've called the police. But this is Florida. In the garage was my friend's dad's hunting gear, which included several guns, a hatchet, various knives, and a bow, and some arrows. And like an American does in a stand-your-ground state when a man tries to break into your house, we devised a plan to kill him.

This was a relatively calm discussion. We considered using the guns, but we weren't experienced with anything stronger than a BB gun, so in the name of gun safety, we went for the weapons we were experienced with. My friend chose a hatchet and a baseball bat. I took the bow and arrow, which I knew how to use because another friend of mine lived in a rural area, and we liked to climb trees and shoot rubber turkeys like we were Katniss Everdeen or something. The idea was to go outside with our weapons and act super excited to commit our very first murder. Ideally we'd scare him off, but if he continued his attempted assault, then we would kill him. What about his screams? The neighborhood was almost empty because the snowbirds had gone north, and everyone else was at work. The blood on the concrete? Nothing a little peroxide and elbow grease can't fix. To dispose of the body? Our neighborhood didn't have real blocks. Most houses were built around ponds. Where there's water, there are gators, which two burglars had learned a few months prior when they jumped in the water to escape the cops. All the police recovered was a shirt, an arm, and a chunk of a torso. We figured the gators would take care of what we assumed would be the hardest part of this crime. And as for the car? We'd just say how strange it was. We'd never seen it before.

All in all, it was a perfect plan. We'd finally be able to walk home without possibly being followed, we wouldn't go to jail, and most importantly, our parents would never, ever know the danger we were in without their suffocating supervision, and we would be free to roam wherever we pleased.

We took our weapons, went back to the front door, and I prepared a performance worthy of Creepypasta. We ran out onto the sidewalk, smiling, giggling, "Come out, come out wherever you are. I have a bow and arrow. I haven't gotten to use it on a real person before! I want to see what color your blood is when it dries on the sidewalk." Good and proper evil villain serial killer shit. I went all out for this.

We did that for a few minutes, and the man never appeared, so we circled the house, and then went back inside through the back door. When we went back to the entry way, through the window, we saw the man run out onto the front lawn, jump in his car, and speed away.

We never did see that car again, but a few weeks later, my homeroom teacher had the local news playing on the TV. They were covering a story about a man who had kidnapped a woman for ransom. He was caught on the same day, and his mugshot looked very, very, very familiar...

I honestly believe that if the man had decided to confront us, he would not have left the house alive. I also learned a very important lesson; if you act giddy and violent (and make unnecessary eye contact), men will usually leave you the fuck alone. This method has never failed me.

So yeah. That's the story of how my friend and I almost killed a guy. And no, I do not feel bad at all.

[ghosthoard]

PART 3

parts 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

CW: animal preparation for consumption

“It’s lunchtime.”

Goddesses, it was only lunchtime. This morning there had been nine of them, this morning Wild had cooked them breakfast and laughed when Wind was told them all a stupid story about getting his butt stuck in a bucket, this morning there hadn’t been months of torture between him and them. 

Right now (and from then on), there weren’t nine of them. There were eight heroes, two who were glaring at him for suggesting that they do something necessary like eat in front of the starved corpse of their brother. 

To starve Wild— who loved to cook, who loved to eat, who loved to feed others —Warriors tamped down that rage, there was nothing he could do with it at this moment. 

With Time and Twilight grieving, Warriors needed to be the practical one.

“How could you even suggest food right now?” Legend lashed out. 

“I’m not eating anyone else’s cooking.” Wind crossed his arms. 

“I don’t think I can stomach anything,” Sky said quietly. 

“We have to try.” Warriors ignored Wind’s scowl. “Does anybody want to volunteer to cook?” 

The members who had joined before Wild felt the callous déjà vu hit them square in the chest. A before and an after— which contained the same absence but permanently, painfully different. Asking the group who wants to try cooking, the silence as they all avoided eye contact, unenthusiastic about being the one to attempt the task only for the result to be bland or too salty or downright dangerous. How did they ever survive without Wild? 

“I… I have a recipe of his written down.” Four had a small smile on his face as he dug in his pack for his journal. “He made this amazing pilaf, you know the rice dish with the carrots and chicken, once I had a taste I knew I couldn’t live without it again. I had to work really hard to earn the recipe for it.” He chuckled, opening the journal to the right page. “He managed to teach me most of the steps. I still never managed to make it taste exactly right but Wild said—”

Four drew in a shaky breath and bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes glistened like rubies. He sniffed, composing himself before continuing more quietly, “Wild said he was proud. He promised to teach me the secret next time we practice.” 

Sky placed a hand on top of his shoulder. “We’d be more than happy to see the results of your training, Four.”

Four gave his brother a grateful look.

“I can help!” Wind said, his usual, bright grin returning in almost full force. 

Four nodded, looking excited. He turned around to where Twilight and Time were, “Wild, we need the ingredients!”

The smith froze. As did the others, all of them caught looking in the direction of the trio. Some had smiles—ones that had been made for Wild—slipping off their faces slowly in realization. Others completely shrunk down from their expectant postures. And the rest, ones who had mostly turned on instinct but knew grief and death intimately enough by now looked back away, for there was nothing there for them. Twilight and Time hadn’t moved at all.

Tears sprang up in Four’s red eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll go hunt!” Hyrule’s voice jumped in a bit too loudly. “Cuccos right? Or any poultry?”

“Y-Yeah,” Four said, pulling up a shaky smile onto his face with great effort, “we also need some vegetables, a bird egg, Hylian rice, and… goat butter.”

Warriors held back a wince. Butter wasn’t something they could hunt or gather. All of their food supplies were in Wild’s slate. Legend was fiddling with it absentmindedly on his lap. It only ever turned on for Wild. 

His insides iced over. This meant they had no food. At all. Other than what measly rations they had in their packs, stuck who knows how far away from stables or towns in the middle of Wild’s Hyrule without their expert guide. 

“We should all go foraging,” Sky’s voice cut through Warriors’s growing dread as he stood up. “We need to get firewood as well.”

“Food is a priority,” Warriors agreed. “I’ll stay here with Time and Twilight. The rest of you bring back whatever you can and meet here before dark. Stay close. We don’t know if the yiga are still around.”

It took them the rest of the day to hunt and forage and everybody returned right on time, seemingly not wanting to be separated more than they needed to be. 

Time and Twilight were right where they had left them hours ago. Eventually, Warriors will have to insist they take up their regular chores again, more for their benefit than anything else, but for now, they deserved the time. 

A fire was started, and after another painful hiccup where they realized that Wild had been the one with the pot, Legend brought one out from his pack after some digging. Warriors and Hyrule worked on skinning the five birds and seven fish they had brought back while Four, Wind, and Sky worked on their meal.

The work was familiar and methodical. Warriors and Hyrule defeathered the birds and descaled the fish in companionable silence. A calm settled in his whirling mind, his attention narrowed in on the present task, and he couldn't have been more grateful for the moment’s reprieve, where there was nothing beyond here and now. 

A small sense of pride warmed his chest at seeing Hyrule’s clean, confident cuts. Hyrule hadn’t been as skillful as he was back when they all first met. He hadn’t had enough animals to practice skinning, and he hadn’t been taught the correct way to do it in the first place during his era, so Warriors, Twilight, and Wild had taken turns teaching the traveler how to handle mammals and birds, while most of them took some lessons on how to skin a fish from a haughty Wind. 

It was always rewarding and fun to trade skills and give tips within the group. There was always something to teach and something to learn. With a group like this, varied in experience, trades, and whole eras there was always something interesting to share. 

Wind loved to boss them around teach them how to sail ships, Sky was always ecstatic to show them how to fly on a loftwing, Legend was eventually bullied into teaching some of them a new language, and Four would force them to learn proper weapon maintenance. 

Wild had given up pretty early on to teach them to cook, and none of them were too worried about learning how when they were spoiled with his meals. 

Four had been smart to ask Wild to teach him knowing they would all be separated one day… Though Warriors doubted this was the type of separation he was considering. 

A nudge on his shoulder pulled Warriors out of his head to realize that he had stopped moving. Beside him, Hyrule was giving him an understanding look. 

Warriors cleared his throat and shook off the rest of the rumination he’d fallen into, throwing his brother a signature grin. “Sorry about that. Got lost in thought. Let’s get back to it.”

He felt Hyrule stare long enough for Warriors to start working for a few seconds alone before rejoining him. 

This time, the task truly gave Warriors a peaceful, blank mind and they were almost done when approaching footsteps entered their bubble. 

“How are we going to store that?”

He looked up to see Legend standing over them, his sharp eyes going over the work they had already done. Wild’s slate was resting between his hands. 

“We’ll have to cook it all. Maybe make some rice balls for something quick.” It was Legend who had had the foresight to find a field where he was able to cut and collect bushels of Hylian rice. There was already another fire going below a second simmering pot (another one of Legend’s, the hoarder), filling the area with the smell of cooking rice. 

Legend nodded his approval. “It’ll be gone soon anyway with how many mouths we have. We should get used to hunting for every meal now. Gotta make some sort of rations for when we go to places where food is scarce like our deserts and winter mountains.”

“Yeah, I was thinking along the same lines,” Warriors said. 

Legend tapped his fingers along the back of the slate. Warriors waited, knowing that look—where he looked slightly constipated and angry about it— meant his brother had more to say. More time passed with Legend doing nothing but tapping until Hyrule also stopped his work to watch his predecessor. 

Finally, the tapping ceased and something like resolve shone frighteningly out of the vet’s gaze. “You know that crazy inventor girl Wild mentioned? Paya? Where does she live again?”

Warrior’s eyebrows flew up.

Hyrule openly gawked. “You want to try and open the slate?”

“Better.” The resolve had transfigured into a manic-like gleam. “I want to have it keyed to one of us. And I’m thinking it should be you, Hyrule.”

Hyrule’s face paled under the moonlight. “...What?” 

“We already know it works in all of our Hyrules, everything except the map,” Legend continued. “After this journey, we’ll have to return to our homes. Your era is barren and if you had the slate you’d be able to keep food and water fresh forever. Not to mention the tricks it can pull off.”

“I can’t—” Disgust settled plainly over Hyrule. “That’s Wild’s. I can’t just steal Wild’s slate.”

“He can’t use it anymore. It’ll be more useful with you.”

“Vet—” Warriors tried.

“How could you even say that? How could you even suggest—” Hyrule’s hands started shaking. 

Frustration tightened the edges of Legend’s eyes. “Would Wild want us to struggle or even suffer just because of some useless attempt to respect him?”

“Legend!” 

Legend snapped his mouth shut and looked over at Warriors. The mania appeared to abate slightly with the realization of what he’d just said. Warriors relaxed his voice and gestured behind him with a tilt of his head. “Go help the others with dinner.”

Legend’s eyes flickered to Hyrule who was still shaking, then left without another word. 

The calm of their task was entirely unsalvageable, it had been nice while it lasted. 

Warriors turned to look at Hyrule. Anger was literally and visibly sparking and popping into existence like small fireworks around his brother as he tried to control his fae magic. Warriors watched as Hyrule’s face glittered with the sparks, putting into sharp relief the way his eyebrows were furrowed, and how his eyes glared at the space in front of him. 

“Hyrule,” Warriors spoke up, “for what it’s worth, I think it’s a good idea.” 

The embers flared and Hyrule turned his devastating, betrayed expression onto him, making Warriors’s heart twist. “Captain, you can’t mean that.”

“I know I’ve had a sleepless night or two wondering how we’re supposed to let you leave to your world alone after our first shift there,” Warriors pushed on, “I can only imagine how Legend must feel. Knowing you have the slate would definitely ease my worries.”

“I’ve handled myself just fine for years before meeting you guys,” Hyrule hissed. The embers sizzled and concentrated into small suns. “You can’t ask me to loot Wild’s body.”

“Wild would love knowing that something of his was helping you.”

Heat spiked, the little suns turned into a moon blue as Hyrule jumped to his feet to glare down at Warriors. The blood on his hands and the burning in the traveler’s eyes shimmered with the fire of his magic. “Well, there’s no way to know for sure what Wild would think, is there. If you want to have it keyed to someone it’s not going to be me. Ask Wind, I’m sure that’ll go over well.” He spun on his heel and started walking away. “I’m going to wash up.” 

Warriors watched his brother go, disappearing into the dark of the woods towards the stream nearby. He sighed, and finished up skinning the last fish.

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[story-box]

EASTER, TECHNICALLY | Spencer Reid | BAU | Criminal Minds

Characters: Spencer Reid & BAU (Garcia, Morgan, Hotch, JJ, Prentiss, Rossi)

Summary: Spencer Reid unexpectedly embraces Easter when a team-wide egg hunt—crafted with hidden patterns and heartfelt notes—reminds him that sometimes, connection is the best kind of logic.

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Spencer Reid doesn’t really celebrate Easter.

He grew up with a mother who loved spring — the flowers, the sunshine, the changing seasons — but not the holidays that came with them. Still, Diana Reid had once taken him to a community egg hunt at the park in Las Vegas when he was five. He remembered that clearly, because he'd spent most of the time reading the flyer for the event rather than looking for eggs.

So no, Easter wasn’t a big thing for him. But that didn’t stop Penelope Garcia.

She burst into the BAU bullpen with her usual fanfare and a tray of pastel-colored cupcakes. "Happy springtime, my loves!" she declared, placing a small basket on each desk. Reid eyed his suspiciously. Inside were foil-wrapped chocolates, a plastic egg, and—was that a Peep?

"You will be participating in the egg hunt," she said, pointing at him. "Don't make me assign you a buddy."

"I wasn't aware that was a tradition in federal offices," he replied, adjusting his scarf. "Technically, Easter egg hunts have roots in pagan spring festivals, long before the modern Christian adaptation. The egg is a fertility symbol—"

Morgan walked by and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Reid. Just take the chocolate and go with it."

So he did.

—

Later, when the hunt began (Garcia had commandeered an entire floor and filled it with clues and candy), Reid found himself getting...oddly into it.

JJ and Will had brought Henry by, which made it harder to resist — the kid was all joy and jellybeans. Emily and Morgan got wildly competitive. Rossi pretended to be above it all until he spotted a vintage coin tucked into one of the eggs and became deeply invested.

Reid, naturally, started spotting patterns in where the eggs were hidden. Every third cubicle. A Fibonacci spiral down the hallway. Garcia had absolutely done this on purpose.

“You’re reading way too much into it,” she said when he confronted her, smiling.

“You used the golden ratio as a layout guide.”

She winked. “And you found the golden egg, didn’t you?”

He had. Tucked into the bookshelf in the BAU library — one of the few quiet places he actually considered sacred.

Inside was a small piece of paper, neatly folded.

“For the one who finds truth in everything — thank you for always seeing the patterns the rest of us miss. Happy Easter, Dr. Reid.” — PG

He stood there a long moment, blinking down at the message.

It wasn’t a case. It wasn’t a crisis. It was...nice. Quiet. Personal. Maybe a little silly. But he realized, as he tucked the note into his pocket and walked back toward the others, that he kind of loved it.

Not for the candy. Not for the competition. But for the fact that, even in a place where death and tragedy often ruled the day, someone had taken the time to see him.

To see what made him tick.

—

That night, as he left Quantico, he paused at the front desk and offered the security guard one of his extra cupcakes.

“Happy Easter,” he said awkwardly.

And he meant it.

[playgroundeyes]

The Magnus Protocol 35 - Terms and Conditions

CAT1RB4778-14082023-22052024

before statement:

Alice is reading some kind of instruction manual about FR3-D1's protocols, but it's filled with numbers and strings of letters that don't make any sense to her (for those curious, I found this post yesterday that explains it)

She gives up on it as Celia walks in, and they discuss the manual and FR3-D1 briefly, but nothing comes of it. Celia says she's been looking more into the Magnus Institute with no luck, just "more alchemy stuff." She then mentions that she might have found something related, but she isn't sure how helpful it will be. Celia is then interrupted by FR3-D1 starting a statement

statement (hunt aligned???):

The statement is a transcript of a parole meeting at the Strangeways Prison with many people, one of whom, the sternographer, is reffered to as Rune Laverne (Melanie's therapist from TMA timeline??)

The statement giver, Terrence Menke, expressly states that he does not want to be let out on parole, and that he'd rather stay in the prison, and the other people of the meeting had no objection to that, but rather were suprised because of Mr Menke's violent crimes and no remorse.

When asked if he had any regrets, he apparently said, "I hadn't finished yet." Terrence Menke is clearly the serial killer who got Mr. Bonzo's brand defamed and notorious in an earlier statement - he's been in prison since 2000 and this transcript was recorded late 2023.

We then learn that Mr Menke has been recieving threatening mail in jail, but the others of the meeting easily wrote it off as nothing, and Mr Menke interrupts, trying to explain the threat.

The other people ask him who sent him the letters, and after some convincing, he said Mr. Bonzo did. Most of the people want to shut this down after Mr Menke says this, but one, Allen Stolas, wants to hear the story (eye powers?? pretty coherent story after this)

Terrence Menke says that in his childhood, Mr bonzo used to be everywhere, comparing him to God, and apparently praying to him as a child. He says that when he smashed his father's head in, Mr bonxo was on the TV, making a huge omelette and smashing eggs, and Mr Menke remembers them both laughing together at "the mess they'd made."

He then goes on to describe how he made his first costume (mr bonzo serial killer), just a mask, and how he hoped Mr Bonzo would be proud of him. His next one was better, and then the next one, and after each, mr Menke got some kind of sign from Mr Bonzo that he ws proud of him. He often talks about laughing, and how he and Mr Bonzo would just "laugh and laugh and laugh," something taht has to be relevant??

Then one day, Mr Menke made his first Mr Bonzo constume, and he describes getting arrested loosely, just saying that he couldn't talk becasue he was laughing so hard.

After his one night in jail before the court trial, mr bonzo seemed to have dissapeared from everything, amd Mr Menke felt like he was going crazy, but that he needed to get back to Mr Bonzo, but he couldn't find him, and eventually stopped trying.

And then, when Mr Menke was properly in jail, the letters started arriving, the envelopes yellow with little orange flecks, and a big, purple fingerprint in purple ink in the corner. It was from Mr Bonzo.

Inside was an old card showing Mr Bonzo, but it had all been scratched off aside from his face, and he looked angry. Inside the card, in purple ink with childish handwriting was written "Mr Bonzo's on his way..."

The next card was bigger, again with the same envelope and picture on the card, though now, Mr Bonzo looked furious. Inside was written, "He wants to stay..."

And the last card was huge, far bigger thann the others, with only Mr Bonzo's eyes and mouth, this time. The purple ink was still wet as it read, "He wants to play with you."

Mr Menke then says that that was why he wanted to stay in solitary;it had thicker walls and more security, not that that was going to do much.

After Mr Menke finishes saying theis, Stolas says that he would "like to reccoment Mr Menke to the Elric Rehabilitation Initiative asap," claiming he is a 'perfect candidate.'

Shortly after this, an arguament breaks out and Mr Menke starts repeating "he wants to stay, he wants to play with me," and there is chaos and then the transcript ends 'due to interruption.'

after statement:

Celia is sitting with Alice in the break room, and Celia tries to bring up the idea of sorting cases into things they have in common, such as "darkness or disease or being buried alive or something". Alice doesn't understand why they would do that and starts arguing a little when Gwen comes in, grumbling.

she says she's just stressed and starts talking about emails from Lena's laptop, but she doesn't know what to make of them. She says they're all about "Balancing the books" (universes? externals?) and a guy named "William price" (Guy from starkwall, though these guys don't seem to know that.)

As Alice leaves the OIAR department, she runs into Teddie who's carrying a box of cameras and "20th century tech." Teddie says it's just stuff for his new job. They say goodbye to each other and start moving on, and as soon as Alice is out of earshot, Teddie says to one of the cameras in his box, "I'm sorry! I'm on my way, okay? It won't happen again!"

(S2 MASTERPOST HERE)

[strange-little-spy]

~ Blood in The Water ~

After surviving World War Two for the most part, the trio of Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Addison Jeannes are all captured by the Nazi science division called HYDRA.

Only two of the three have experienced the inhumane treatments the scientists grant, but the captain has a more refined serum than the others.

After years of mindwipes, brainwashing and torture, it isn’t a shock to find the two lovers have forgotten themselves and even the fact they planned to start a family after the war. But it appears that fate has another path.

Chapter One - 1952, unknown location

Warnings: Angst, the normal HYDRA angst, some major canon changes, implied abuse,

Word Count: 1153 words

She was cold. That was all the could comprehend at the moment when the freezing cold needle was inserted into her arm, injecting vital meds into her bloodstream to keep her functioning, least of all, healthy.

The People were...not kind, but neither were they cruel.

Complying was all she knew. The People told her to do something, she did it. Simple. Easy. Compliant.

Her partners on the other hand didn't seem to understand. But then again, they saw more of the outside world than she did.

She couldn't remember what the sky looked like.

"What color was it today?" She had asked the dark haired soldier when he was shut inside the cell with her. His name was Soldat. At least thats what The People called him.

"Grey." Soldat rumbled, his eyes empty as he seemed to be reliving something. She saw the soldiers did that a lot.

She very slowly wrapped her thin arms around his tired frame, granting him his reward for a successful mission.

That’s why they hadn't killed her by now. She gave the soldiers a reason to come back. All they got was feed, and touch from her. If they didn't comply, they didn't see her for a week. Sometimes even a month.

She didn't like it when they took them away.

Soldat quivered under her touch, his stubbles jawline tickling against her forehead as his metal arm came up and rested on her midsection. She flinched, inhaling at the sudden cold metal against the thin, canvas like material of her clothes. He was always more gentle than the blond man.

She could never remember why...

But she pushed the thought away. He was warm. Strangely warm.

"You okay?" She quietly whispered as he cradled her, like if he squeezed too hard she would crack like an egg even though she carried the same serum in her veins.

"I don't know." He breathed. His real hand playing with her tangled hair. "You?"

"I think so." She nodded, gently massaging on his scalp, careful not to touch the sensitive spots where the Handler had snatched at his hair.

"Good."

Conversations were short and to the point. She didn't want him to be punished for talking too much.

After Soldat had been taken away by The People, the girl was ordered to go to the ready room. A surprise to her. She hadn't had a mission in a few weeks. Usually it was the men who went out.

Maybe she would be partnered with one.

Karpov, the Head Man, stood in the center of the room, a metal table separating the Asset and himself. He suddenly seems smaller than what she remembers, no longer looming over her as he operates on her, cooing as he tells her she is his favorite.

Sitting on the table was Agent Sven, taller than Soldat and possibly more erratic.

"Good afternoon, Ghost." Karpov greeted almost dryly, pointing to the chair next to the table. "Please, sit down."

Ghost wordlessly obeyed, feeling the sharp blue gaze of Sven as he watched her move.

"I am curious," Karpov leaned forward. "How are you feeling? Any desires for the hunt again?"

Ghost looked between him and the table where a file was spread out, a few photographs appearing between the papers.

"I am anxious to move again, sir." She replied, her voice flat. "Is this about a mission?"

"You are sharp." Karpov seemed to grin. "There is, in fact, a new mission for you."

Sven slid across the table a paper as Ghost leaned forward in her seat to look at it.

It was a pair of men, the picture taken from a short distance, almost like a glamor shot. Funny.

Their ages, height, address's, it was all there. Only these addresses were in Hollywood, USA.

"Sir, these are celebrities." Ghost looked up to Karpov, her brows knit together.

"Will you please explain, Sven?" Karpov requested.

"Celebrity, yes," Sven began, his deep voice softer than Karpov's. "But with the amount of fame and people they mingle with,  it provides an excellent cover for the intelligence community to pass intel."

"I see." Ghost nodded, half-impressed with the ruse. "But won't killing them cause problems and investigation?"

"We're not killing them." Sven rumbled. "We're bringing them here, Soldat will then work on them."

It sounded fun, actually.

"I understand." Ghost nodded firmly as she slid the paper back to the center of the table, the facts already worming their way into her memory. She was expected to have memorized it.

"Good." Karpov gathered the file and placed it back in the manila folder, tapping it against the table to arrange the papers. "You two leave tonight. I will expect an excellent report."

"You're shivering." Sven observed as they walked to the room where they would be geared up for the mission.

"I'm always cold." Ghost returned, keeping her gaze to the floor, her bare feet making small ticking noises as they hit the tile. "It's not important."

"But you need to be fully functional before a mission."

"I know, but like I said, it's normal."

Sven made a strange noise, very similar to a frustrated dog's snort.

When they reached the weapon's room, the duo's handlers waited, already geared up.

"Sven, over here." The female handler snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot in front of her, like one would call an animal. She was small, but Ghost knew better than the let the woman's size defeat her. She had seen her discipline Sven before. It was far from an unfair fight.

Ghost moved to her handler, a short man, but powerful. His dark eyes were covered with the glasses he had been outfitted with after an accident during a mission. The Target had nearly clawed out the man's eyes, forcing The People to replaced the outer eye with biomimicry receptors that could also shift to IR vision. Ghost thought it made him look like someone she saw in a...what was it called? A movie? But The People never allowed them watch movies, meaning she had to have seen it sometime before that. What was before??

She felt Handler begin to tighten the straps of her combat vest, pulling it to her hips and snug around her waist. She bit down on her cheek, careful not to lash out in this vulnerable moment. She never liked this. Never.

It was physical touch, yes, but Handler was rough and cruel, nearly making her loose her balance when he yanked on her harness.

Sven huffed when she was finally released. She was worried one day he would snap and attack Handler.

"C'mon," He ruffed her hair before exiting the room, both their faces covered in a mask, only revealing their eyes. She hated the feeling of the hard plastic biting down on the bridge of her nose.

"Good luck, soldiers." The male handler said as the door was shut behind them.

HI and thank you for reading! I know it's very sad and angsty at first, but I promise it will get better!

There is a recap post on A03 here if you want to know what led up to all of this.

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[inejinn]

Mcu! Peter Parker, gender neutral reader, random little drabble about Peter hiding eggs in veryy unlikely place with his webs and crawling abilities. Up to interpretation relationship! ~1k words

Easter eggs and betrayals

Or: all of those spider abilities are making egg hunting honestly unfair.

"Dude", you go, staring at the egg currently spinning at the end of its thread. Very slowly spinning. Below it, Peter contritely smiles at you. The egg keeps spinning.

It's a good thing it's a chocolate egg and not the real deal, or else the chicken would be coming out of its shell dizzy as can be. Drunk on nothing but life and Peter's betrayal.

"Yeahh, I never mentioned I used any spider stuff, I know, but, you know- Now you know!"

It'll be so fun, he had said, we'll hide them then eat them once we'll have found them. While watching a documentary or a serie ? Or. Charlie and the chocolate factory!

Yeahh. Except you had been at it for at least 25minutes, if not more. After the third time you opened the fridge to look inside despite his various reports that, no, he didn't put the chocolate eggs in the fridge, you two had had to resort to the 'hot, cold, freezing" system.

You know, as in, hot when nearing the eggs, cold when walking away from them, and most important, freezing whenever you decide to apparently flee those eggs. Unintentionally. The amount of time he had said "Freezing" had almost drew you to insanity.

"I spent so long looking everywhere and you're telling me the ceiling was an option?"

".. Yep. You just took most of the great hiding places already, like the sock one- I'm still stuck on that one, that was genius, just a little bit disgusting by the way- so, you know, I had to improve"

"So you went with the ceiling? .. okay, actually, sure, fair enough" You stare back some more. "..I'm never gonna be able to get it down there, can you, like, do your crawly thing?"

"I hate when you call it that", you have the pleasure to see him grimace. "Makes me feel like I'm some sort of bug monster, even tho I guess I technically could be considered as one-"

"Bring me my egg alreadyyy", you cut the boy off, nudging him towards the wall. "I have like, what, 7 more to find?"

"6, actually. And I'll let you know, you not contesting my bug monster comment really hurts my feelings. Are you implying I'm a bug monster? Because that'd be horrible and absolutely unfounded."

You don't buy much mind to his monologue, seeing as he's currently off to doing his crawly thing and sticking to the wall in order to get your egg. You're more busy examinating the ceiling and every high place suspiciously, now that you're aware that's an option.

The room smells like the chocolate you had attempted to make into an egg earlier, and the fresh air coming through the open window.

"Wow, my feelings are definitely hurt now. Am I a bug monster? Because if so then you're definitely an actual monster, who even hides an egg in a sock?", the boy says as he drops from the ceiling. You only squint your eyes at said window. "And here you go", he adds, handing out the egg he just retrieved to you.

"Thanks" You still says, despite your patience slowly having run out, because well, you're still having a good time. Though.. "Did you hide eggs outside of my appartement ? Because if so I think I'll be acting up on the 'actual monster' accusation."

"Haha, so! Funny thing is. I may or may not have gotten the idea? And acted up on it? But, I didn't go anywhere too crazy, you still need to be able to see it, it's just.. Outside. Slightly."

"Mother fucker", you drop, temporarily forgetting the whole no mother-possibly hurtful - oops that dude is an orphan- thing. He hid eggs outside! You've been searching them everywhere only to find out those eggs were most likely not even inside!

Quick as can be, his hand comes up, catching the egg you just threw at him. Darn him and his inhuman reflexes: you really would have liked him to get hit over the head with it. It would have absolutely been hilarious.

Though, well.. He's currently looking at his hand and what it contain, bamboozled. He looks back at you. His expression is the funniest thing ever, you think. He's got the face of a confused cherub.

"Dude.", he mirrors your past self. You keep staring at him gravely, eyebrows strictly furrowed. "Easter is all about chocolate and little bunnies and it actually makes you the most violent you've ever been, are you the Grinch of it?"

You lose your composure, scowl wiping away from your face in an instant. "Okay, I take back what I said, you're not the monster, I am.", you make amend between two giggles "Keep the egg as an excuse? "

"Yeah, definitely!", he declares in fake outrance, clutching it to his chest . "Chocolate tantrum tax, this is mine now"

"Tantrum, he says while acting as a drama kid", you joke. "Can we go back to the hunt before MJ gets here? She'll be pissed if we take too long to start watching her documentary"

"Ah, oops, yeah, right. Do you want hints so it'll be quicker? I feel like the hot and cold system isn't working out that well"

"Yeah, nope, if I hear you say 'freezing' or you singing 'let it go' once more I'm going to start tweaking"

"You kept singing along", he notes. You shrug.

" Sometimes insanity means going along with things or going even more insane."

"Wow, that was deep, you should make theory videos on Frozen, I bet you could turn famous"

"Don't tempt me, I'm sure I could build a community and make soo much money", you say as you twirl around towards the window.

"Actually, Ned made a Starwars theory channel once and he got zero dollars in total" , he follows you to where you stopped, speaking over your shoulder.

"Aw, that sucks. But I kinda want to see baby Ned's videos now", you go, half focused on studying the curtains.

He peeks over your shoulder, as well. "I'm pretty sure he didn't delete them, we'll have to ask him, but I'm sure he'll show you if he didn't! They were actually pretty great"

"Definitely will be asking him to see" He's looking in a specific direction, you notice when you look at him. "..Did you seriously stick an egg to the shutter?"

"Whaaa? No, defininitely not, I would have never. That'd be such a bad hiding place."

Yeah, he doesn't know how to lie. You've known him for long enough to be aware of that fact.

So it's only logical that you lean out of the appartment (obviously grabbing onto the windowsill, you're not looking to traumatize Peter further, just looking for the egg).

Andd it's only logical that you find yet another egg, this one stuck to the left shutter with spiderwebs.

"Wow. Grab onto me so I don't die getting the egg that's definitely not hidden there and definitely not a risk?"

" For my defense, I webbed it tight enough so it wouldn't fall on the head of a random citizen and knock them out?" He does grab onto your shirt as he speaks, because apparently he doesn't want you to fall to your death and knock out a random citizen with your body. Neat.

"Suree", you dubiously say, with a smile on your face. "I still could have died though"

"Oh, come on! we literally just could have shut the shutters- wich is actually such a dumb word now that I think of it, and gotten it without you leaning out the window"

"Yeah, shutters because it shuts? wow, english is so unoriginal", you blink, absolutely ignoring the fact this hiding spot was actual safe just so you can bring it up again sometime later.

"Right, thanks Shakespeare for spicing it up a little. 'to be in a pickle'? Absolutely awesome thing, it describes my everyday situation so well"

"Huh huh", you absentmindedly hum, back to looking at the celing for more eggs. That is such an odd sentence to think. "Only 5 left?"

"Yeah! and only 15minutes before MJ and Ned arrive"

a/n: okay, this was very rushed and not all that great but it was Easter and I thought this was such a cute fic idea, I couldn't not write it. Hope you enjoyed! Comments very much appreciated and encouraged, be it tips, requests or your thoughts :D

[chosaraki]

Baek Family.🐰

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-Easter Special.

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Egg hunt, threats and statements... a very Sang Baek Easter.

The sun had barely risen, and you were already being shaken in bed by small and anxious hands.

- Mããã! Wake up! The rabbit came! THERE ARE EGGS ALL OVER THE HOUSE!

You blinked, sleepy, looking at your son's excited face. His pajamas were wrimpled, his hair messy and his smile... just like his father's when he won a fight.

- Hm... really?

- SERIOUSLY! There's a giant egg on top of the fridge!

You were going to get up, but you noticed something: Sang Baek wasn't in bed.

Strange. He hated waking up early.

He went down with his son and... there he was.

Sang Baek, the man most feared by about 98% of the Korean population, in black underwear, tank top and rabbit ears on his head, holding a basket with colored eggs.

- ... Baek?

- He saw the advertisement on TV. I thought it was better to collaborate before he woke up the whole building.

- Daddy is the Easter Bunny! - the boy shouted, running to grab his waist.

Sang Baek made a face.

- That's humiliating.

You tried not to laugh.

- Did you really put eggs?

- Yes. I hid it in the whole house. And if someone finds the gold... they get a special prize.

- WHAT? - the son vibrated, running away like a rocket.

You looked at him, crossing your arms.

- And what is the prize?

Sang Baek leaned close to his ear, with that crooked smile:

- You. In lingerie. At night.

You pushed his chest, red.

- SANG BAEK, IT'S EASTER!

- And I'm the rabbit. Rabbits reproduce very fast, remember?

You almost had a fit of laughter.

While your son got into the kitchen cabinets, knocking down pots and searching corners with the seriousness of a professional detective, you and Sang Baek set up the breakfast table.

He put a napkin on your lap, then pulled your chin with affection.

- I never had these things when I was little. Chocolate, games, jokes...

- But now there is.

- Now I have everything.

- You.

- Him.

- And a very rude bunny who knocked down my bread knife.

- SORRY!

The day passed with chocolate on the floor, laughter, rabbit drawings with crooked eyes, and a mini Sang Baek sleeping on the couch with his mouth dirty with brigadeiro.

You leaned your head on Sang Baek's shoulder, watching your son sleep.

- He will grow up thinking that life has always been like this.

- And that's what I fight for.

- So that he never knows the world that made me the way I am.

You looked at him with affection, and before answering, he whispered:

- And also to see you wearing that red lingerie tonight.

- Promise is promise.

- BAEK!

- Bumble guy. Respect the holiday.

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The night has arrived.

Little Sang Baek Junior (because, let's face it, he was the perfect copy) was fainted on the couch, covered with a blanket and hugging a half-bitten chocolate egg.

You and Sang Baek were in the room. He had locked the door with a satisfied smile on his face and a predatory look.

- Time for the prize.

- What? - you smiled, pretending innocence.

- The golden egg was found. You are the present.

You took the box with the red lingerie hidden at the bottom of the closet and started walking towards the bathroom.

- I'll be right back.

But then... BAM!

- MOM?!

The door was opened.

Your son.

In his hand: the box with the other lingerie you had bought for the next holiday.

- I found another golden egg... inside the closet!

You widened your eyes.

Sang Baek crashed.

- ... That's not an egg.

- It's like a little outfit! Is it for me, mom?

- N-NO! That's... it's... to wash pans! Special kitchen clothes! - you stuttered, tearing the box out of his hand.

- But there's income, mom.

You smiled tensely.

Sang Baek turned his back, holding back his laughter.

- Come here, kid. Time to go back to bed.

- But what about my other prize? I found TWO golden eggs!

Sang Baek took his son on his lap and left the room.

- I'll give you two brigadeiros tomorrow.

- Do you promise?

- I promise. Now let mom wash the... "pot clothes".

The door closed.

You sat on the bed, laughing alone.

Five minutes later, Sang Baek returned, with an even hungrier look.

- Now yes. Alone.

- And this time... lock the door.

You obeyed, with flushed cheeks and a smile on your lips.

- So you mean I'm still your prize?

He approached slowly, eyes fixed on you.

- It always was. It will always be.

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The sun had barely begun to hit the window when you felt a weight in your chest.

Literally.

A small weight, snoring softly, stuck between you and Sang Baek on the bed.

- Mom... - the little one's sleepy and dragged voice crawled against his skin. - You disappeared last night... then I came looking for you.

You looked to the side and found his little face glued to your pillow, messy hair and a cheek swollen with sleep. Between you two, a stuffed bunny that was clearly new.

- But you... got on our bed?

- Daddy didn't lock the door properly... - he grumbled, and then nestled closer to you, sticking his face in your neck.

On the other side, Sang Baek let out a deep sigh. He had his eyes closed, but with one of his arms hugging you and the other resting on his son's back.

- Abused kid... - he murmured with a sleepy hoarse voice. - Don't you know how to wait for the adults to finish resting?

- You rested too much. Mom smells like new shampoo and perfume... and it's hot like an oven!

You laughed, burshing lightly.

- We cooked a lot yesterday. The Easter bunny left us exhausted.

- You didn't give me my second brigadeiro! - he complained suddenly, raising his head.

Sang Baek opened one eye, with a face of "seriously?"

- If I get up now, do you promise to be quiet in the afternoon?

- I promise if you let me sleep here tonight too.

- You've already slept here.

- But I want another night!

You and Sang Baek looked at each other, defeated.

- We'll have to buy a bigger sofa. - you murmured.

- Or lock him in a room with a motion sensor. - Baek replied sarcastically.

The son, lying on his stomach now, began to play with his father's hair.

- You are my favorite chocolate... but sometimes you disappear out of nowhere!

Sang Baek turned around, pulling you both into a giant hug.

- It's because from time to time the Easter Bunny needs time with the Bunny.

- And can the Junior Coelhinho participate?

You laughed out loud, and Sang Baek snorted.

- Only if it's to eat chocolate. The rest is not for children.

- You're weird.

- And you're too cute to handle. Now stay here quietly and hug us.

And there, in the middle of the messy bed, with stuffed blankets, soap perfume, slow breathing and the warmth of the intertwined bodies... Easter ended as it should:

With love, chaos and a family that, even imperfect, was Sang Baek's paradise.

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[spaceless-vacuum]

Hi my friend sent me the request you did for them. And I love it so much

Can I request yandere gagons for yandere links playtonic x baby dragon's female reader ( been playing tears of the kingdom. And you can ride and climb the dragons.)

Like the found the little reader coming out of her egg and is kinda different then the other dragons she More like a naga dragon looking one but is to cute

Please and thank you ( I didn't know if you do ganondorf's so I put links on there to if you can't do the ganondorf s have a great day

Oot Ganondorf was a powerful sorcerer who was born to the Geurdo and raised by two witches. He has stolen from everyone and knows no bounds and murdered people, nothing can or will stand in his way. When he first finds your egg he's more confused with what's inside. Will you even hatch?

He doesn't know the power he holds but he can’t tell from the moment he sees your egg that you're his. The rare object is his birthright. In his eyes and no one was going to stop him from keeping it.

After some research he found out he came across a rare dragon egg. One that hadn't been seen in centuries. Despite it being such a rare gift the limits and knowledge on you were limited. He had no clue what to think, what you could or would do, or even how to raise you. He thought about passing you along to someone else to raise but as he kept you close and spent more time with you the two of you began to imprint on each other.

He brought you with him to Hyrule as he swore allegiance and he often rants to your egg about news and how the days pass. His plots and schemes remain his to know about but he loves to just talk to you. Once you hatch it's after the young hero emerges from the woods but before he faces or challenges Link.

The serpent-like creature was too small and weak to care for itself. He took care of you. Keeping you close all the time (not that you would stand to be put down) he kept you with him hidden in his pockets. Sneaking your food during meetings. You ate fruits and meats most happily and he was glad to see you thrive even in these conditions. It would take awhile until you grew up but he had hoped it would be sooner rather than later. He had plans that needed to go underway soon. 

Wind waker Ganondorf has this deeper character to him where he states his reasons for wanting to take over Hyrule is so he can give his people a better life. While i dont think this is actually the case, I think it stems more from the fact that he believes by some sort of bid he owns hyrule by right and can rule it better. What better way to take it all over than a dragon?

Flying through the air or swimming in the ocean either way will be a wonderful tool for conquering. At first when he finds the egg he assumes he'll use you like a tool the same way he does his bird. Once you hatch though he takes one look into those beady little eyes and realises, no… No, I can't do that to this creature. He does care for even his bird (he uses chickens hidden around the rocky shores of his fortress as enrichment and will throw the hideous creature people who cross him for food to hunt down)  but he can't think of you as a tool. Not even as a pet.

You're intelligent, far more so than he would ever expect and you've… What's the word? Tamed? Imprinted? Like the rito- eh it doesnt matter.

He doesn't know how to care for you but you're very smart and intuitively the both of you work it out. As you grow older and his plans start to grow bolder as he starts to kidnap the maidens. He keeps you by his side for this. Planning to keep you safe and by his side for his final fight. Talking to you and keeping you safe as you grow older.

Totk Ganondorf would have found you while planning to challenge Raru. Leaving his kingdom to swear fealty also meant being able to travel through hyrule proper and taking claim to whatever he figured he might need. He found you hidden away in some temple and was skewed with jealousy. Raru never did know what power he wielded and this was just another show of it. Items of rare and extravagant power are best suited to those that would use them.

This man is tainted with hate and the moment he sees the egg he has his claws in you. Planning for what he'll do once you wake up. A dragon is a terrible thing to waste. He keeps you warm with blankets and hides you until he's back home. You sit still until it's time for you to hatch and he trusts few with the task of guarding you.

You're a very sweet dragon in comparison to his cool exterior.  He only allows you to circle his keep and to go no further than that, lest you be discovered before he can put his plans into motion. When he goes to kill Sonia and enact his revenge he takes you with him. Hiding you in the room he killed the queen in so you may witness his rise as king in front of zelda and everyone else.

When he manages to slip away you dash after him, remaining out of sight. He also takes you with him to the keep that was made his tomb. He knows that as an immortal dragon you're doomed to stay alive all those years without him, and it stops you from running off. He impressions you with him. 

Unless you showed absolute fealty, keeping you here with him is a mercy. Otherwise he'd have to hunt you down and corrupt you with malice and neither of you would want that. He believes in you to stay there. Staying asleep until he wakes up himself. After damaging Link and ensuring Zelda is gone he goes underground with you by his side. Waiting for the fabled swordman to challenge him; he plans to fight with you by his side.