#she will beat me until the white meat shows

[purpletyrant]

two wives

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He Chose You (P. 4)

Lucifer/Reader - Lucifer picks you to be his baby mama. Rated E

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

You’re resting against the trunk of a tree at the top of a little hill.

It’s picturesque — the hill is gentle, sloping down to a field of tall yellow-green grass. You can smell it, wafting up with the pollen from golden flowers. The sky above is alive with pinks and oranges bleeding into yellows and whites. A symphony of coos, chirps and pitter-patters of tiny things skittering around have an oddly calming effect as you settle back and allow yourself to exist. 

Eyes closed, you hear the sound of something larger than a mouse rounding the tree trunk. 

“I got it!” A feminine voice breaks the calm.

You don’t have to look to feel the other person at your side. They lower themselves to the ground, knees brushing against yours when they cross their legs to sit next to you. 

You don’t have to look, but you do. 

There’s a woman with you now, with hair so long and blonde it’s almost white. Her chin, lips, nose, and eyes are delicate and soft.

She’s not wearing any clothes, and you can see faint scars and wrinkles against the uninterrupted expanse of her skin. 

“It’s so pretty, I’ve never seen one so red.” The woman is happy to see you, speaking with all the familiarity of a sister. 

She presents an apple to you, taken from behind her back like a surprise. 

It is red. Red like an oversized ruby, or a still-beating heart full of blood. All except for the missing chunk made by delicate teeth, yellow-white meat peeking through.

You accept her offering without a word. Even when it’s imperfect, you’re mesmerized by the fruit.

“I took a bite. I’m sorry.” She gazes at you, eyes flinty. “Does that bother you?”

You shake your head vehemently, holding the apple between your hands as if it’s the most precious thing in the world. “No, of course not.”  

The woman’s lips quirk up into a satisfied smile, growing bigger when you lift the apple to your mouth and bite into it. The taste is extraordinary — sweet juice bursts against your tongue when the crisp flesh gives under your teeth with barely any resistance.

You savor the first bite out of necessity but soon you’re ravenous. You can’t get enough. 

Your companion exhales gently through her nose and looks up at the colorful sky. She seems to relish in the breeze that passes by, making the leaves above you rustle and the tall grass ahead blow back quietly. 

The apple is almost gone when she looks back at you, teeth showing as she grins. “Careful there!”

She giggles, reaching out to tap the hand of your hand in warning. It’s all playful, even when you pout and draw back. 

“You’ll eat the seeds if you keep that up.” She says. “Something might take root and grow if you do.” 

Her words give you pause, but only for the length of four or five heartbeats. The core of the apple is no less refreshing and before you know it, you’re holding the stem. 

“Thank you.” You tell her earnestly. 

The stem rolls in your palm, until it appears to wiggle and your brow furrows. In the back of your mind, you think you should be more startled to see it moving on its own. But when it grows pink-gray and ringed, and you realize it’s a worm, you simply place the flat of your hand on the ground below and watch it find its way into the dirt. 

Sudden warmth against your cheek has you looking back up. The woman is inches from your face. Her eyelashes are dark and long and you could count them if you wanted. 

The woman kisses you without a word, hands coming up to cup the back of your head. Surprise does spark up your spine as her tongue darts behind your lips. It’s as if she’s drinking deeply from you before she lets go. 

“Forgive me. I wanted another taste.” She giggles again. “It’s even sweeter than I remember.” 

Your face burns. You open your mouth, ready to ask the questions burning the tip of your tongue before the thud of footsteps sound from behind you. 

She frowns, light leaving her eyes as she glances behind your shoulder. “Oh I was hoping we’d have more time.” 

Her eyes cut across to yours. “Wake up before he sees you!”

———

A wave of pure, unadulterated nausea swept over you as soon as you opened your eyes. You laid still for a long moment, trying to reign in the urge to vomit before you deemed it safe enough to observe your surroundings. 

A vague sense of confusion surfaced through the malaise when you realized that you were in your living room. There was a carmine blanket tucked around you, and with moderate difficulty you raised your head to see that, yes, a fluffy pillow was resting under your head.

Your reality conflicted with the still-present smell of tall, wet grass and a chill from the summer breeze against your skin.

With ridiculous care, you turned your head back into the pillow and muffled a whine. You couldn’t recall feeling a hangover of this caliber ever before in your life.

‘Wait.���

You weren’t hungover. Well, maybe you were but not from alcohol. 

Your neighbors had invited you to dinner, then drugged you. 

Already sick, you forced yourself to breathe deeply before shifting on the couch and pulling up the blanket. Despite confirming that your body was still clothed, you found yourself shaking. 

It didn’t make sense to you how anyone could do this regardless of their intentions. You could not fathom why two people willing to harm you in one way hadn’t done more than that. 

Your relief was short-lived, as dull and diluted as it was, when you twisted to lay back down and came face-to-face with:

A black glove, some aspirin and a glass of water sat on your coffee table.

You blinked rapidly.

There was a small business card in stark contrast to the otherwise colorless ensemble. It was thick stock, white, and flashing fancy golden script:

Lucifer Morningstar

Your stomach dropped as an unnaturally white face with glowing yellow and red eyes flashed in your mind. 

The hallucination you’d seen last night — his image faded from your mind and you were left drifting in a blank, black void. 

No thoughts. 

———

The headache and nausea were considerably lesser when you woke up again. 

Looking at the items on your coffee table — ‘glove, aspirin, water still there’ — you looked at each one and for one, strangely hopeful moment you didn’t see a card. 

Oh no, it had just fallen on the floor. 

———

Lucifer Morningstar 

It was an odd business card, with its little red, white and gold designs on the edges. Fireworks, you eventually guessed. The ‘i’ in both first and last name were punctuated with them as well. 

As you’d popped the aspirin in your mouth and downed the water, you flipped the card over. You could feel your eyebrows rising to your hairline at the hastily written message on the back:

Proof you weren’t dreaming. 

Please Call Me

1-666-666-6669

Pacing was out of the question. Your limbs were still unsteady no matter how much you willed them to function. 

You were trapped on the couch trying to accept what your brain had been screaming at you since you awoke for the fifth time. 

How much time had passed? 

                                      Heaven and Hell were real, and so were God and the Devil. 

            And the Devil had paid you a visit. 

———

The indent you’d made into your stupid, hand-me-down sofa was probably permanent now that you’d spent who knows how long just rotting there. 

Contemplating, processing, fearing. 

Fleeting memories of tantrums you’d thrown as a child paralyzed you. Moments in your life that you’d already regretted so much they kept you up some nights — randomly, provoked by nothing — piled up in your brain. Each one harshened that sinking feeling inside your body. This kind of horror was the kind a person feels right before they die. 

How long have you been judged from above for your wrongs?

Were you already doomed to Hell? Is that why Lucifer himself wanted ‘to meet’ you? Did he make it a personal habit to visit each lowly sinner and taunt them?

God was real, so did everything actually happen for a reason like so many said? 

Why did bad things happen to good people? 

Was your dog in heaven, waiting for you and you’d already disappointed her by getting a one way ticket in the opposite direction?

———

You figured out that the ringing in your ears was actually your phone’s alarm when the natural lighting in your apartment was almost gone. 

You managed to get to it on the other side of the room half-stumbling from your seat. 

“Hello?” You rasped.

“… So you finally decided to answer your phone.”

———

It took you banging on the door and shouting against its old, glossy surface before Cass Farrow cracked it open. 

A myriad of expressions crossed her painted face before she opened the door fully. When she faced you, she smiled. 

“Honey! It’s been days! We didn’t wanna bother you but we were worried! It’s good to see you up and about!” 

The way she acted, as if nothing was wrong, as if the world had turned upside down, had you balling up your fists. Your ragged nails delved into the skin so deeply you could feel the sting of blood.

“I-I need…” You couldn’t stop the copper taste of saliva filling your mouth. 

You would not throw up. “I need to speak to your boss.”

Cass blinked owlishly at that. “My what?”

‘Why? Why? Why are you shocked?’ You shouted in your mind.

“Oh honey,” The low tone did nothing to soothe you, only raise your ire. “I don’t know what —” 

“The Devil!” Your raised voice made the elderly woman jump. “Or Lucifer, or Baphomet — whatever the fuck you call him! I need to talk to him.” 

You scrambled to grab the business card you’d stashed in your pocket. 

“You had him in your apartment, so I know he’s in there somewhere.” You said while waving it in Cass’s face frantically. 

It was deja vú when Mrs. Farrow eyed the card and her face paled considerably. 

“Oh.” 

———

Lucifer wasn’t ‘home’. At least, he wasn’t in his personal Airbnb via the Farrow residence. 

However, Cass waved it away. “He’ll think it’s you or about you or something to do with you and come running.”

Trying to push yourself and demand she tell you more proved to be too difficult. All you could do is stand with your arms crossed, waiting while the (clearly practiced) worshiper combined a series of dried plants in her hands. 

Cass gathered them up and laid them carefully on a side table before fiddling with the furnace and a long lighted match.  

The fire blazed to life instantly from the little flicker it had begun as when Cass threw the plants in. It rose higher, and higher, until it had disappeared past where you could see behind the lintel. 

You had it in you to be stunned when Lucifer appeared from out of those flames. He was perfectly pristine and intact when he stepped out, hunching slightly to avoid his top hat bumping into the smoke chamber. 

The devil was as you remembered him, but also worse in that you couldn’t reassure yourself that his visage was merely a product of your fucked up, overly-imaginative little brain. 

He was so… white.

His skin was practically blinding as freshly-painted walls hit by a sunbeam. 

Lucifer stepped into the room with a flourish. “I came as soon as I coul-”

‘Fuck.’ You’d been spotted. 

And there went Cass, out of the living room to hide away in her smelly kitchen. 

“You’re here!” Lucifer cajoled, theatrics on full display as he beheld your presence. 

The top hat came off, held in his hands as he graced you with a bashful smile like he was some gentleman caller and not Not-Satan. 

“I-I didn’t expect to see you here waiting! But I’m so glad you are. Did you get my card? I thought about just leaving the glove because the card can seem so impersonal —”

“I just got fired.” You blurted out. 

The unusually flat face contorted into an anguished expression. “You… you lost your job…?”

“Because of you.” 

“B-because of me ?!” His already youthful tenor of a  voice raised some octaves. “What —”

You pointed a finger in his direction. “Yes! You !”

“You appeared out of nowhere and fucked up my entire worldview. I've had existential crisis-es… cris-ies? I don’t fucking — I’ve had life-altering spirals before but that was fucking nothing compared with this!” 

“And now I’m out of a job and I’m alone in a city I don’t fucking know with cult-worshipping neighbors because I can’t go back to where I was and you’re just standing here like you have no idea why I’m upset!” 

You hadn’t expected to get this far. You hadn’t expected to go on a tirade at all, really. Distantly you felt tears sliding down your cheeks and the frantic beat of your heart in your ribcage. 

Shame, guilt and fear began toiling deep inside you. 

Lucifer had been backed against the wall, hands raised placatingly and expression mirroring your own internal panic. It quickly turned into concern as he took in your sorry state of being. 

“Please, no.” He reached out for you and you retaliated by jolting out of reach. “Oh please don’t… I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. I never… if I’d known…”

He was reaching into his coat and pulling something out before your sight cleared. It was a handkerchief with the red moniker L.M. on one corner. 

The King held it out to you like a peace offering. Or a white flag.

The force with which you snatched it out of his hands was unnecessary but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You said you picked me. What did you mean by that?” You mumbled into the handkerchief. 

Lucifer’s mouth screwed up into a frown, brow creasing. “We don’t have to talk about that —”

“No.” You made eye contact, watching him squirm. “We need to talk about it. Explain it. Now.”

“Ahh… ok, yes, um…” He fiddled with the bow tie at his collar. “Well, like I said before, I wanted to wait until we got to know each other because… because it’s kind of a big deal.” 

Your stern frown implored him to continue.

Lucifer winced. “It’s sort of a-a favor I wanted to ask of you. And I thought that if we talked about it over time maybe it wouldn’t sound so monumental… but actually, now…”

The fidgeting worsened, and his nimble fingers had graduated to fussing with the clasps down his front. Eventually, Lucifer yanked his jacket down to straighten it. 

“So, I’ve been around for a really, really, really, really long time.” The Devil started. “And I’ve kind of been on my own for *like* ever and that’s fine, whatever, can’t complain. Normally it’s all about warding off boredom.

“But! Lately, it’s been harder and harder to just —” He made a fist and punched down onto the palm of his other hand to elucidate. “— Just, ahh, not be bored? I guess?”

“And it’s been interfering with all the shit I gotta do. I mean I have no-oo motivation, none at all, and it’s becoming a big problem. The other Sins have actually noticed. Like Satan? You know, we talked about him when we met — yeah, he came up to me not too long ago, saying —”

Your heart stopped as Lucifer’s eyes went completely red, blazing in his skull like magma and accompanied by long horns protruding from his head. 

His voice took on an unearthly, gravelly quality as he, presumably, mimicked Satan: 

“‘We’re worried for you, man. Ozzie says you haven’t been returning his calls. Levi and Bee miss you on their outings but you always say you’re busy. Whatever’s going on, you know you can talk to us, right?’”

Lucifer was back to normal in a millisecond. “And I do know that. I do! But as much as I wanna take them up on it, I just feel like none of them will really understand what’s wrong. I don’t even understand it. Or at least I didn’t until it came to me out of nowhere, like lightning.” 

He mimed being zapped in the head.

“Visits and parties with my brothers are fun and all, but they end... And I find myself all alone more often than not.”

Lucifer sighed deeply. 

“I don’t really have anything to live for,” He stressed. “Except for myself and…” 

“That’s not much.” He snickered mirthlessly. 

You swallowed. The anger, frustration, exhaustion and still-present fear were blanketed by an uncomfortable bout of sympathy. 

Sympathy for the Devil. 

‘Oh shut the fuck up you.’

“Don’t you live for the suffering of mankind or something?” You sniffled, trying to regain your metaphorical footing in the conversation and, in turn, regenerate that anger you’d been consumed by not a minute ago. 

Lucifer looked from the ground to you, the gleam in his cherry-red eyes fighting to come back to life.

“Aha! No, no. That’s-that’s a Bible thing, right?” He groaned, pulling down the brim of his hat in exasperation. “Ugh, I still don’t know why Heaven insists on that overblown press kit! It’s so fucking old! And inaccurate!” 

Lucifer commiserated with you. “Too much involvement from human hands, too. Ya know? I mean people use it to justify some of the most insane shit I’ve ever seen!”

He cleared his throat at your blank expression. 

“Anywho-oo. What was the question again? Oh! Oh, do I live for the suffering of man — no! No, I don’t. In fact, where I’m from? Being in the middle of that suffering shtick gets old real fast. I’ve stayed away from it for a good while now and really I’ve never been better.”

The blond topped off his statement with a smile, showing those razor teeth while also trying to come across as easy-going and candid. 

A beat passed, in which you felt your lips form a thin line. 

You couldn’t stop yourself. 

You snorted. 

Lucifer looked at you as if you’d lost your head as your snorts turned into full-blown laughter. Until he, of course, wanted to fit in like he knew exactly what was going on. 

“Hahaha, yeah…” Hell’s king chuckled nervously. “I am pretty funny, aren’t I? Ha ha… ha.”

 Shaking your head ‘no’, you tried to reign in the body spasms. 

“So when you say you ‘picked me’, you mean you want me to… what? Be your therapist?” You asked. “The Devil needs a friend’s shoulder to cry on? What?” 

Lucifer fixed you with the first look of genuine annoyance you’d seen (directed at you) from him. 

“No.” He harrumphed. “I need a baby.” 

*

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[poppy-metal]

need inmate!patrick to ask naive reader to send him a pair of her panties :((( and of course she does it!!! anything for him

-🐞

hhhhh they're so innocent :((( not really sexy at all - you don't even know how to be sexy, or what kind of gratification he'd be getting from your underwear - but he asked and you listen <3 they're white cotton - simple and girlish - with a pink heart in the middle next to the day of the week. Thursday, because that's your favorite day - because it's the day patricks letters always come to you in the mail. you tell him that in the letter you send along with the panties - you wish you could have something of his too, because of course you think it's something innocent like that.

and of course it isn't.

the fact that they're so unsexy is what makes patricks cock pulse, honestly. you're not a hussy. you're so pure at heart and good. right down to your pristine little panties. he'd feel about about what he does to them except he's long ago accepted that he's a piece of shit - he's communicated that to you more than once as well, and you're still here sending him letters, puckin' up those ears of yours to whatever he tells you like the good girl you are and sendin' over a pair of your panties.

he imagines them touching your cunt - your virgin cunt - he wants to ask for a picture of that, too, but he also kinda wants to wait to see it for the first time in person - when he sees you. he has no doubt you're plump and soft like velvet. silky and wet - twin lips that'll just bloom apart for his touch to reveal a pulsing wet center - a tiny little entrance into that molten pussy - he thinks of desecrating all that innocent flesh with his thick meaty cock as he fists your panties up and down his length. alone in his creaky bunk at night - thinking of sinking inside that luscious warmth, forcing himself between your welcoming thighs - touching you in places you've never been touched before, making you cum - he's going to fucking ruin you.

in his letter back to you, he doesn't beat around the bush. he wants to make you feel things. he wants to be the reason you get those little flutters in your cunt that make you bashful and confused. he'll explain them to you in due time. show you how to take care of them.

thanks for the gift, sweetheart. I like that you listen so well - it makes me happy. I don't like repeating myself. I guessed from the way you write and the things you've told me about your life, but you're really a good girl, huh? not many women your age are still wearing panties like the ones you do. nearly blinded me they're so white. soft, too. that's pure cotton. know that cause the fabric here ain't shit and makes your ass itch. liked feeling it in my hands - imagined you sliding them up your legs and thighs until your bare pussy is resting against them. bet it feels good. bet they hug that tight little peach of an ass real good too. I won't lie to you, they didn't last long in my hands before I had to feel them on my cock. needed that soft cotton on my dick - same cotton that's touched that sweet cunt - fuck. you drive me fucking crazy. next time you pull on your thursday panties I want you to think about me in my cell stroking the meat between my legs that makes me a man, different from you, need you to feel that cotton press against your bare cunt lips and think about my cock, baby. can you do that for me? need you to think about it long and hard and then tell me how it made you feel, to think about it. don't be ashamed - tell me everything. I want to know.

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part three —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 3.3k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn. enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: let's build some relationships :)

From behind a tree, your eyes narrow with concentration as you draw the string of your bow. The feel of it in your hands offers satisfaction; you used to love new makeup, blushes and creams, or sweet custards from the market. Now, you love a good weapon.

Is there anything Ghost doesn’t know how to do? And you thought Paul had skillful hands.

You’re not sure exactly where Ghost and Blue have gone, because after leading you out the gate of their camp, Blue showing you the exact maze of steps needed to avoid their booby traps, they went their own way. Again, they disappeared among the white trees. You were left to pick a direction and stick with it. So you ended up here, the opposite way of the pond, with your eyes finally catching sight of a small deer. A fawn.

It’s young but perfect.

The blood that courses through its limbs switches on the predator part of your brain. It will be enough to keep you fed for at least a week, perhaps more, and promote the healing of the wound that aches with each shift of your waist. You inhale, exhale. The arrow is ready to release.

A single gunshot rings out.

Straight through the fawn’s eye.

It doesn’t even have time to cry out as it falls over, a small thud filling the quiet air. Your heart skips a beat and your eyes flicker in the direction of the gunshot, but you already know who has stolen this kill from you. In the distance, you see his bulky form, the lowering of his rifle, and then you see the girl bounce down from a tree and whirl towards the dead animal.

Are you kidding me?

You want to snarl and sneer. Instead, you flare your nostrils while lowering your bow. Meters away, Blue kneels down by the deer and you see her gently mouth words to its corpse. Perhaps, a childish parting that helps her feel better about its death. Ghost arrives and bends down to Blue’s level, and you can’t see his mouth with the mask on, but you know he is speaking to her by how he gestures his gloved hand around.

You’ll have to find another animal.

Squirrels aren’t your favorite meal. They’re not much compared to the taste of venison. But if you char squirrel meat just enough, it can get a nutty flavor that, with your eyes closed, you can pretend is a juicy slab of chicken home-roasted by your mother.

There is no room to be picky.

There is no room for wants anymore, only needs, and from behind the tree, you move your gaze to spot a grey squirrel that will be enough for the day’s needs. You take aim again. You’d put your washed hair in two French braids to keep the strands from interfering, but without ties, they are starting to come undone at the ends. There was a time when you cared about the fashion of your hair. Now, styling is a tactical choice.

Squirrels are trickier. They are small and require greater marksmanship than you are confident you have. Archery was never something you did until the world bled grey and demanded it of you.

The animal flicks its bushy tail, prancing about over thick tree roots. You wait for the moment it stills.

“How’s it going?” someone says, and you jump back in a step, fingers nearly slipping and releasing the arrow off at the ground.

Blue. You whirl around to see that she’s snuck up in a tree behind you, nimble and light on her feet, with curiosity filling her eyes as she sits perched on a branch, one that would be too high for you to ever climb. Her brown hair is hidden under her hood, the tip of her nose flushed pink from the air, and she rubs her hands together to brush off the crumbs of tree bark. Her movements remind you of the squirrel.

It takes a moment for your muscles to soften. You glance back at the squirrel and it’s already scampered off.

“Going great,” you tell her flatly, sighing through your nose. You can be patient with her. She’s nice, young. She’d snuck you extra food. “Shouldn’t you be with Ghost?”

“I’m just stopping by to tell you that we’re leaving. And—“ she squints her eyes in the distance for a moment, “That there’s a couple of those fucks due south.”

Those fucks.

Lovely. You glance around at the unfamiliar trees. From down here, you don’t see anything, but from her vantage point, her scope of sight is better for scouting threats.

“They’re pretty far off. Just be careful, okay?”

“Thanks. I will,” you nod.

Her bright stare then flickers to your braids. “You did your hair... What are those called again?”

She frowns, searching for the word somewhere in a corner of her young brain. You’re surprised that a ten-year-old girl doesn’t know what French braids are; they’d been all you wore as a kid. But then you realize her normal life came to an end at age five. Perhaps many of the memories have faded, replaced with more useful knowledge that her father has had to stuff in there.

You swallow. “Braids?”

“Braids,” she repeats, tasting the foreign word with a click of her tongue. “Right. They look really cool on you.”

“These ones are pretty shitty because I don’t have anything to keep them in.”

Blue starts to say, "Maybe you could—"

But a gruff call cuts through the trees, beckoning her head to turn.

"Blue. Let's go."

Your own eyes follow the voice and land on Ghost some odd paces away. He is already staring at you through lidded eyes, a palpable energy rolling off his body in waves that you can feel even from this distance. Over his shoulders, he carries the fawn with ease. Large palms clasping the knobby ankles. A steady drip of its blood creates a red stain in the snow beside his boot.

He looks horrific. A smear of crimson on the skull. Dressed in all black, carrying a dead animal as if it is nothing. You recall how he'd pushed you to the ground like you were nothing, too. You swallow the thought.

Before you can even look back at Blue, she's already gone. Whirling down from the branch and running over, following in his footsteps as they head back.

It takes another agonizing hour but you manage to kill a squirrel. The Greys don’t find you, luckily. You stuff your coat pockets with some pine needles and decide to call it a meal, knowing that you will have to hunt again tomorrow.

This area of the forest is still new. In your brain, you’ve already etched some markers to find your way back: the pond where they found you, a circle of pine trees to the right of their camp with a big stump in the center, a small creek past the hill. But the way you return back today leads to you approaching the camp from the backside, and you notice something.

Behind the cabin is something covered in a big black tarp. The tarp is peppered with fallen twigs and snow, but still, you think you make out the shape of a vehicle underneath.

They have a car—?

Irritation finds you. How did Ghost manage such things? A goddamn cabin, a deep trench that you assume he dug all by himself. And now a car. Did he also have petrol stored somewhere? By the looks of it, the tarp hasn’t been moved in a while. What is the car for? Is this what he uses to get medicine from the cities?

You almost scoff as your boots crunch the snow.

You won’t have any of our medicine.

There hasn’t even been a chance to consider how you might fend for some yourself. 

For now, you will just focus on food.

Ghost has tied the deer upside down on a branch by the time you are back. You carefully recall the way through their traps. Blue has to unlock the bolted gate for you, but then she runs back to Ghost, who hands a thick blade to her.

“Go on, then, kid.”

“I hate this part,” she mumbles, but he lifts her up so she can reach the knife to the animal’s hind legs, beginning to skin the hide top-down. She wears a concentrated expression as she does so, nose scrunched, and you can tell that skinning deer is a skill her small hands have practiced before. 

Ghost is the one to butcher it.

You skin your squirrel. 

They use the fireplace for cooking, and of course, their dinner is prepared first. While you wait, you undo your braids and snack on the pine needles. Blue is surprisingly quiet, helping her dad cook a little and playing with Grim on the floor, but also flickering her gaze to you every minute or so. 

“Your hair is curly now,” she comments softly during dinner. “From the braids?”

“That happens when you take them out,” you say after swallowing a piece of meat. There’s nothing to wipe your hands on, so you use your trousers as a napkin. Your mother would’ve had a fit. 

“Do you…” you clear your throat, glancing at Ghost and then back to the girl. “Do you want me to braid your hair after dinner?”

She nods sheepishly, but Ghost huffs out a low breath. “I could do that for you, Blue.”

“Ghost,” she sighs. “You don’t know how.”

“How hard can it be?”

But Blue licks her lips and shakes her head, mumbling, “I want her to do it. She’s good at it.”

The way Ghost looks at you is rarely anything but uncomfortable. However, when you sit down on the rug with Blue, your hands finding purchase in her hair, his eyes seem to burn holes through your body deeper than any time before. It is as if letting someone touch his daughter physically sickens him, and causes his breathing to turn weighted and deep. He begrudgingly allows it but supervises, sitting on the couch as you begin braiding her hair. 

Grim sits in her lap. She strokes his fur.

“You have pretty hair,” you tell her.

Blue softly wonders, “How can hair be pretty?”

“I… I don’t know,” you say. “The color, the length. It’s just pretty, I think.”

“Ghost cuts it for me,” she says, turning to look at him.

“Wait, don’t move. It’ll mess me up.”

“Oh, sorry,” she turns back but continues. “He gets it wet and has me lay my head on the tree stump so it’s all flat. Then, he chops it off with his knife. Right, Ghost?”

His response is a low hum. It’s stiff, pushing through a tense jaw.

You finish the two French braids, running your fingers over them.

"I don't have anything to tie them, but they look really nice on you."

It is then that Ghost stands up and disappears for a minute. When he returns, he has a roll of black thread that you believe he used for your stitches.

With the knife from his belt, he cuts two pieces, bends down, and silently offers them to your palm. Blue lights up. You tie off the braids and she stands, toying with them happily, and asking her dad what he thinks. Finally, you notice his shoulders soften.

"Beautiful," he murmurs quietly, just for her. He strokes the braided hair and then gives a gentle brush of his thumb over her cheek. "Always look beautiful, Baby Blue."

"Don't—" her cheeks flush and she briefly flashes her eyes to you, "Don't call me that."

"Used to call you it all the time,” he grumbles. “Gettin' too old for it, are you?"

What you learn Blue isn't too old for is curling up with him on the couch. This is the first night you stay in the cabin after dinner rather than retreating to your shed, simply because they've left some embers in the fireplace for warmth. You sit on the floor beside it. Blue sits with Ghost and he pulls out a book to read quietly to her.

You try not to look.

It touches you in a way you didn't think it would. It seems so normal. For a moment, you imagine a world where things could be different. A world where Blue wore braids to school every day. A world where Ghost could pick a new book out, rather than read the same ones over and over. A world where, maybe, you could have a family of your own, rather than be an uncomfortable witness to theirs.

But your family is nothing now. You never even knew what happened to your parents. The end arrived when you were away from them. No wifi. No service. Whether they died or turned Grey, you could never be certain. A pit in your gut told you their end happened years ago.

You’re brought out of your daze when Ghost stands from the couch. Blue has fallen asleep. He carries the girl to her room, and you take it as a sign to leave for your place outside. 

But before you can open the door, his voice stops you, dropping down to an even lower octave.

“Hold on.”

You turn. “What?”

“We need to talk.”

Despite the warmth from the fireplace, your blood goes icy rigid. You stand there and press your lips. “If this is about the braids, then I won’t do it again. I was just trying to be nice.”

“No. Not that,” and he holds your stare, unwavering, “It’s about your old camp. The other day, you said there were… hoards of ‘em.” 

The words roll off his tongue thoughtfully as if this is something that has been mulling over in that brain of his for a while. Thoughts belonging to a skull. A ghost. A father. 

Ghost continues gruffly, “Where were you?”

“West of here,” you say. “Jesus, I think, at least. I couldn’t really tell where I was going.”

“How far?”

“Far, but not that far.” Your eyes drift to the floor. “By the forest’s edge.”

“We don’t see that many of them here,” Ghost mutters. This might be the most he’s spoken to you in five days. “Only ever a few at a time. Ten at the most.”

“That’s how it was for us. But more came, and then,” you exhale, “And then there were too many.”

Your eyes close, recalling the frantic manner in which you escaped. The last glimpse of your old life had been the mangled arm of your sister, thick bites cutting down to white bone. In a way, you were glad there were enough of them to kill her.

Your eyes reopen. “We should’ve had an escape plan, something for emergencies. We got too complacent after making it for so long.”

All Ghost says is, “Yeah. You should have.”

And then he is dismissing you with a lazy wave of his hand, turning to give you his back. You scowl, roll your eyes as he is not looking, and leave the cabin. Your spine already aches before you even lay down on the floorboards for the night.

You wonder if Ghost has his own emergency plans; what would have to happen for him to abandon this perfect setup? How would he do it? The memory of the car out back finds you as you drift off. But your sleep that night is haunted by terrible, grey dreams.

It usually is.

Hunting on your own is different than hunting with Paul. There's some learning to do. You have to study the tracks on your own and observe the marks of antlers against the trees. For the first week, you don't get a single deer. Only squirrels. One skinny hare. Ghost and Blue don't go with you; the fawn, rabbits, and stored cans and jars hold them over.

Most evenings are spent braiding Blue's hair. I like the way it feels, she claims. Ghost gets used to it. He still watches from the couch but rather than stiffly staring, he lays down and relaxes, placing a hand over his chest.

The next time they go hunting, Blue's hair is still woven in the French braids when you catch an interesting sight through the cabin's window. She stands on the dining chair to reach Ghost's mask, peeling it off. You can only see the back of his head: brown hair, chopped short.

So there is a human under that thing?

She sets the mask on the table and picks up a clean one. A different one.

When they come out, Ghost with his guns and Blue with her knives, he appears more like a father than a character from a horror film. There is no plastic skull. Instead, a cutout in the fabric reveals the tops of his temples and the strong bridge of his nose. You would never say it, but you prefer this one.

Blue must catch your staring because she tells you, "The other one was starting to smell. I made him change."

"Good call," you quip under your breath.

Again, you go your separate ways. You head for the pond. You think you can hear them somewhere nearby, but ignore it, focusing on the deer prints in the snow. It's hard to tell if they're fresh. It hasn't snowed in two days.

Your footsteps quiet to a halt when you hear light crunching sounds. Another living thing is close by. You take position behind a thick pine, eyes scanning the wooded area and the pond to the right of you. But you know the sound of deer, and you're starting to learn the sound of Blue.

She's scampering towards the pond, just her. You can't see Ghost. As protective as he can be, he allows the girl some length to her leash. Offers bite-sized moments of independence. She's allowed to play in the tree just outside their camp before sundown, but only if he is watching. So you imagine he has let her run off ahead only because he is somewhere nearby.

From the distance, you watch her lurch for a squirrel.

She is quick about it.

Grabs the neck, and holds it up. A quick slice to the jugular. Blood seeps. She frowns, closing her eyes and murmuring something that, in the quietness, you think is along the lines of: I'm sorry. Tried to make it quick for you.

And then she begins to skin it, right then and there.

Young, nimble hands taught to survive.

As she does so, you decide you've seen enough. You have your own food to find.

But as you move from the tree, your eyes drift to find another watcher. A form takes shape behind a distant oak, near the pond. Your heart spikes; a Grey? But no— a Grey would already be running towards her scent. This shape belongs to a human, a withered man with hair that juts out in grey clumps, and crazed eyes pointed right at her.

More so, a revolver pointed.

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[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (pt.2)

Wednesday x fem!reader

After being shot, you wake up in hospital. With someone special beside you with some horrible (or exciting) information

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of blood, pain, fluff and I think that’s it

Pain

That is all you can feel before your eyes open. A pain, though numbed slightly, exploded from your waist as burning hot as-

Flames, flames danced before your eyes, taunting you with the memories of that night. Crack stones undead, scared face loomed in front of yours, eyes with the glare of a starved dog. Your own screams echoed in your ears as the bullet tore through your flesh again, and again, and again. You felt Wednesdays cool hands catch you on repeat as you cried out in agony, blood seeping between your fingers and trailing down your skin.

All you could feel was pain.

Until a pair of cold hands grasp your face gently, a voice talking to you softly, or at least trying to. They sounded panicked, sounded in pain. Was someone else shot? Was someone else suffering as you were?

“Y/n”

Wednesday. Wednesday was calling your name. Suddenly you could hear the beeping of a machine nearby, feel the coolness of the air around you. And when your eyes snapped open, your were met with the face you loved so much. You grasps her arm, lights blinding you as she moved to crouch at your side.

“Part of me was hoping you were dead, then Thing would have another party to crash.”

You chuckled slightly at her words, laying your head back down onto the pillow. At least she hadn’t changed, but you give her the usual retort answer, even though your words were weak and partly forced from your pain filled body.

“I had hoped people wouldn’t be celebrating my death.”

“More your life. Never understood why that needs celebrating.”

“I’m not surprised.”

You didn’t like the scratchy, hoarse sound of your voice from not being used for a long time. You take in the white walls of the hospital around you. The uncomfortable looking chair beside you which you expect Wednesday had been sitting on. The heart monitor, showing a surprisingly stable beat of your own.

“Was your death pleasant?”

You couldn’t properly answer her question, your mind plaguing you with cruel images of how you died. Showing you the subtle things you had missed: the grin on Laurels face, the smoke from the gun, the cut on the palm of your hand from the broken sword, but also

The tear on Wednesdays cheek

You turn to say something to Wednesday, perhaps apologise, but the door to your room flies open and Enid, Yoko and Eugene run in.

“Y/n, I am so sorry we did that, I hope Wednesday put it kindly.”

Enid stammers, placing a shaking hand on the end of your bed. You furrow your eye brows, confused as to what the werewolf meant.

“I mean, it doesn’t turn you fully. You like a crossbreed now.”

“Enid.”

Wednesday mutters and from the corner of my eye, I see her iconic death glare Nevermore is haunted by. But the werewolf continues, too distracted by her stammered words to notice.

“Being part werewolf isn’t that bad, you don’t transform every full moon, you can eat raw meat and you-“

“What!”

You shout, jumping up before crying out in pain, falling back onto the bed as the wound pounds painfully. Wednesday slips her hand into yours, her thumb tracing the back of your knuckles lightly as to try to comfort you. The three in the room look confused, Yoko looks a little scared as Wednesdays glare seems to burn into her soul, or where her soul should have been.

“I had not told her yet, but thank you Enid for putting it so kindly.”

The werewolf hangs her head in shame before walking out the room, Yoko wrapping her arm around her as they both leave. Eugene smiles at you slightly, before following suit.

“So, I’m a werewolf?”

Wednesday shakes her head, speaking slowly for you to understand.

“A transformation had to be under a full moon and done by a werewolf in wolf form. Enid could hear your heart begin to give out, so she bit your arm. We had no idea if it was going to work. “

Wednesday lifts the sleeve of your hospital gown to reveal the deep bite mark left in your skin. You look away quickly, not wanting to be reminded in anyway about your bigger, more painful injury.

“And it did, but after a bit of research, it doesn’t turn you fully. Which is never what we wanted to have to do. Your a crossbreed, part human, part werewolf. It means, like Enid said, that you can eat raw food and drink blood if you do wished. “

“Like a vampire? From the throat?”

You question, both excited and horrified at the idea. Wednesday nods.

“Well, as a crossbreed parts of your wolf form will come out in your human one. Like claws and fangs. So yes, you could drink blood from someone as a vampire does. But, this is what Enid wanted me to be gentle about, you won’t transform every full moon, but you will transform with a trigger. “

You furrow your eye brows, not quite understanding what she meant. Wednesday sighed before leaning forward to you.

“No crossbreed knows what their trigger is until it happens, could be a person, a place, could even be a thought or a memory that could make you feel strong emotions and trigger you to wolf out. Whether at night or not “

“So you mean, until we find this trigger, I am dangerous?”

You look away, too much going through your mind about the information you had just received.

“But I don’t get it! Why did she have to?”

You fell silent, feeling Wednesdays other hand come to your face. When you turned back to her, she smiled too faintly for others to notice, but you did.

“I promise I will help you through this.”

She states, her eyes never leaving yours. You smile at her, leaning into her hand on your cheek.

“I need to know more though, how to control it.”

“It saved you y/n, by turning you, even partly, it gave your body the animalistic strength you needed to survive the trip to the hospital. “

Wednesday smiles, lowering you back into your bed slowly before pressing a button on the wall. No doubt calling the nurse to say you were awake. No doubt to drug you again.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. “

The nurse walks in, but you don’t look at her. All you can do is look at your crush as the nurse does something behind you. Adding more drugs into your system, making your eyes droop heavily. And just before your out again, reliving the moment you almost died, you hear Wednesday mutter.

“I will help you understand, perhaps over coffee.”

[newtonsheffield]

A little gift for my friend @grayhello22

Consider this an ode to our mutual adoration of the magic of Rugby boys’ thighs

She probably shouldn’t have done that this morning. She knew that. She should have respected his No sex before matches rule. And yet. She hadn’t.

She’d seen him standing in the bathroom, lathering soap on his body and she hadn’t been able to control herself. He was singing a little tunelessly, what she wasn’t quite sure honestly, not one of her songs, and she’d been a little caught off guard by him. She’d been caught off guard by the way his body glistened in the light and the way the soap ran down his muscles, collecting in the dips and curves she was so familiar with. Curves that she’d traced with her tongue hundreds of times. Her stomach had dropped as her eyes trailed down his body, down his arms and back, to his legs.

She’d never thought she cared about athletes anymore than she cared about any other occupation but there was Anthony. The contradiction to so many things she’d thought about herself. He was so powerful. She loved how his muscles moved and twitched under her touch and his body shivered against her. She loved the security and comfort in his thighs straddling hers. Just thinking about it made her chest ache.

She stood from the bed and slipped into the steam from the shower, her arms reaching for him already. Anthony relaxed against her touch, his hands catching hers as they trailed down his arms, and tugged her round until her chest was flush against his, the warm water beating down on them.

“Hey you. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

She smiled at the sound of his voice, burying it in his neck, “I’m glad you did. Means I didn’t miss my little peep show.”

Anthony grinned, a huge, smug thing as he made his pecs bounce up and down. “Oh, do you like this?”

Kate stepped back, as though she were appraising him, humming thoughtfully. “It’s nice. It’s not my favourite part though.”

“I’m desperate to hear what your favourite part is, Babe.”

Kate leaned forward, humming in his ear just the way she knew would make him shiver against her. “I would have thought it was obvious, Anthony.”

He let out a tiny moan at the sound of his name and she reached out and slapped his arse lightly.

“Lovely.”

Anthony let out a breathy chuckle and tilted her chin up until their lips met, his tongue tangling filthily with hers. “I knew I’d have to find a way to get you to hang around long enough to marry me.”

she kissed him quickly again, running her hands down his chest. His muscles jumped under her hands and she dropped to her knees, heat burning in her stomach. “Be a good boy, Anthony.”

He moaned as her lips pressed against the skin of his thighs and his fingers wound their way into his hair. “Kate.”

She let her teeth sink into his thigh and he shuddered above her, “Surely you can break your rules just this once.”

Anthony let out a strangled curse, nodding his head desperately, “Yeah. Yeah, yeah yeah. Just once.”

And she was fairly sure, by the time she ducked her head, he would have agreed to anything.

It truly wasn’t that she regretted this. On the contrary, she loved watching Anthony fall apart for her, and the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of those thighs pressing closer and closer. She only regretted what became apparent the second Anthony ran out onto the pitch and the crowd roared as he waved, in life and on the screen. She could see them from here. The white of Anthony’s kit shorts had ridden up his thigh as he jogged, the firm muscle flexing powerfully, and his compression shorts weren’t long enough to hide it. The outline of her teeth marked on his thigh.

She bit off a curse, knowing people would be watching her, and praying that her future mother in law was too preoccupied talking with Mary to notice.

“Do I want to know if that’s what I think it is on Anthony’s thigh?”

Kate rolled her eyes at her sister’s question, clapping loudly, the weight of her engagement ring heavy on her hand. “How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking? It’s just a bruise. He probably ran into something.”

“He ran into your bloody teeth. You’re foul.”

“He’s my future husband,” Kate scoffed. “Our sex is basically a legal right.”

“Don’t want to hear it. I’m supporting Scotland now.”

“You’re literally probably the only person who noticed.”

She wasn’t. That became apparent as Kate’s security shouldered through the media storm and she made her way into the corridor to wait for Anthony outside the changing rooms just like she always did.

“Interesting bruise Kate?”

“Yeah, was it you or someone else?”

Kate rolled her eyes, tugging Anthony in for a kiss as he appeared, victory shining on his face, his cheeks still flushed despite his quick shower.

“Any comment Kate?”

She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, “I don’t comment on my personal life. You guys know better than that.”

“Anthony, any comment?”

Anthony shrugged, “A gentleman never tells.”

“Well surely that’s telling.” A reporter called out and she’d never really know why she said it, but Kate leaned in to the closest microphone and said,

“ My fiancé’s a snack and A girl has to eat.” And with a wink she walked away.

“Kate Sharma I am mortified.” Anthony chortled as they walked down the tunnel and Kate groaned,

“Don’t Edwina’s pearls will be clutched.”

And that’s how Kate woke up to a 45 message stream that accompanied a link to an article Headlined

The mystery is solved! Kate Sharma’s favourite cut of meat is thighs, apparently

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 4002

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, kidnapping, cannibalism, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, ignoring of sexual boundaries, dub-con bordering on non-con, (mostly humorous) gore, (mostly humorous) body horror

Summary: Steve is so tired of the meat market that modern dating has become. Just when he's deleted all the apps and given up on ever finding Mr. Right, he meets the perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen" ... or something like that

10. Acquired Taste

Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter. Story Masterlist

Bucky:

Bucky typically has two avenues, when it comes to acquiring new product.

1) Conduct recon, establish a relationship with her/him (though usually her), lure to a secluded location, incapacitate (usually via roofies)

2) Conduct recon, stab & grab on site (needle, not knife—jesus he’s not a monster)

Each avenue presents its own advantages and risks. Relationships and dates take more time and work, they don’t guarantee he’ll get the access he needs, and he runs the risk of someone else in the victim’s life learning about him before they’re disappeared. Stab & grab is by far his preferred method, but he has to be extremely mindful of security footage. Everything’s recorded these days, and in a city like New York, people live in each other’s pockets. Which method Bucky chooses usually comes down to how isolated the candidate’s life is. Carlo made his pick for who Bucky’s got to pay him with, so Bucky drives into the city early Monday to begin his reconnaissance process on Erica Buccanetti. He spends that Monday through Wednesday 7am-10pm, learning all about her.

Erica is twenty-nine. She’s a short, white, “curvy” woman of middling education who works at the DMV. Her job alone makes her deserving of what she’s going to get, Bucky thinks. Erica works Monday through Friday, gets in at 8:55, eats lunch at her desk, and clocks out no later than 4:50 every day. Erica goes to a gym after work and runs on the treadmill until she looks miserable and exhausted. Erica takes the train home to her duplex in Alphabet City, where she has a cat and drinks wine and…

Bucky tosses his binoculars aside, exasperated. “Dammit.”

Erica has three housemates. Fuck.

He can’t do a stab & grab when there are roommates, certainly not three. It’s too risky. Now he’ll have to put in the extra effort to try and run into her somehow, strike up a conversation, get a date or three.

He puts the car in gear and speeds down the block, eager to get on the highway and get home to Steve. He tunes the radio to an 80’s station he likes and taps out the beat as he navigates traffic.

This is the last time, he swears to himself, the absolute last time he lets a client pick their target. It’s too much pressure on Bucky, having to succeed with that one specific girl. Better to have a handful of potentials going, scoop up the one who makes herself the easiest victim. It’s not like most of them don’t do a bang up job of it.

Twenty-some years of “stranger danger” and true crime shows are usually enough to cement the “it won’t happen to me” mindset. Sometimes they’ll even find the right moment to throw out a lame, faux-suspicious “You’re not a serial killer, right?—haha just kidding!”

Bucky thinks it’s a hoot. Obviously these bitches don’t follow the eastern principle of karma.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights, he gets in very late, after midnight. But he still pops down to check on Steve. He brings them both a drink, hands Steve his, then slides down the far wall to sit. “Ugh.”

“How was your day, honey?” Steve asks. Sarcastically, but at least he’s making jokes.

“Long,” Bucky says, tipping back his old fashioned. They both like them. Maybe it’s become one of their things. “So for this payment, I let Carlo pick his girl,” he says, letting his eyes slip closed as he rolls out the tight muscles in his neck. “Stupid.” Steve is quiet for a long time, and Bucky suspects he’s staring at him. He doesn’t open his eyes to find out. “What?”

“Nothing,” Steve says. “Just … wondering about the logistics of it, I guess.” He’s quiet for another long moment, the ice clinking in his glass telling Bucky when he takes another sip, and then another. “So … are you bi?”

Bucky opens his eyes. “What?”

Steve shrugs. “You date them to get to them. Does that mean you’re into women?”

“Well …” Bucky is, but … “I prefer men,” he says. “By far. But the clients want women, so that’s what I supply. It’s pretend, Steve.”

“Mm.”

Bucky narrows his eyes, sensing Steve’s judgment and not liking it. “I pretend to date them. Briefly. If I have to.”

Steve shrugs and looks away dismissively. “Seems kind of mean, to me.”

“It’s not!” Bucky scowls, straightening up from where he’s been sitting slumped against the wall. “I’m totally nice to them!”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, until you start harvesting their parts for food.”

Bucky glares at him. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.”

“Yeah maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve sniffs and looks away. “Not exactly great to hear all about how my boyfriend’s a serial killer.”

Bucky brightens up some at the word ‘boyfriend’. “I’m not, you know. A serial killer.”

Steve’s eyebrows raise sky high. “Oh really? So what would you call it when you kill people, ya know, serially?”

“I don’t get a thrill out of murdering them,” Bucky insists. “I keep them alive as long as I can.”

“I’m sure they appreciate that so much.”

“I keep them comfortable!” Bucky defends. “This is a nice place! I give them gourmet food, they’re on tons of pain meds. They don’t feel a thing.” Steve isn’t even looking at him now, and Bucky’s mood sinks. “... They’re not nice people, Steve,” he says darkly. "They deserve a hell of a lot less than what I afford them.” He watches Steve for a reaction, but doesn’t get one.

Steve just tosses back the end of his drink and fishes out the cherry. He pulls it off the stem with his teeth, chewing it while staring Bucky down. “Done,” he says, pushing the glass in Bucky’s direction.

It’s like he’s saying the conversation’s done too. Bucky sighs and shoves up to standing. He goes over and picks the glass up and gives Steve a long, rueful look. “Eileen,” he eventually says.

“What?”

“The woman in the other room." He nods out towards the hallway. “The one you saw. Her name was Eileen. And that’s whose kidney I had for dinner the other night.” Steve’s eyes widen a little, and Bucky smiles placidly. “Yeah. Good old Eileen. She was thirty two you know. Divorced but seeing someone new. She had a daughter. Cute kid: Tracy. She’s like, seven, eight? Has freckles and pigtails, likes Pokémon.” Bucky shrugs, then lets the mild expression slide right off his face. “Eileen was letting the new boyfriend rape her.” He gets satisfaction from the way that Steve’s eyes widen further and his lips part without a comeback. “Hm, yeah.” Bucky throws back the end of his drink and crunches down on the pieces of ice that float into his mouth. “So, Steve, when I tell you that you really shouldn’t feel bad for these people? You really shouldn’t.”

He turns and leaves before Steve can think of any other arguments. It’s good, Bucky thinks. It’ll give him time to think. Bucky didn’t come to grips with all of this overnight, after all. He can’t expect Steve to, either.

Steve:

In the basement, Steve has lots of time to think. In fact that’s all he does other than sleep. He thinks about the chances of anybody ever finding him here, figures they’re probably low. Bucky’s done this before, maybe dozens of times. He knows how to get away with it. Steve thinks a lot about that, about how there are a bunch of rich as fuck cannibals out in the world, just existing and merrily eating people. How Bucky eats people and thinks that it’s totally fine. How he likes the taste of eating people. It’s nuts.

Steve does wonder, sometimes. What’s it taste like? He feels halfway sick with himself when the thought occurs, but it does occur. It must taste good, he thinks, to warrant such effort and risk. It must taste really damned good. At least to Bucky and his rich friends it does. Steve is sure he’ll never find out for himself. He wouldn’t be able to stomach it.

He thinks about the women who came before him, about how they must’ve felt, trapped down here while Bucky slowly sold off their meat. How many have there been? Steve wonders. And what were their crimes that got them sentenced to this? How did Bucky know they were bad? Steve can’t figure it out, but he also can’t forget what Bucky told him so seriously about Eileen the other night. It sits in his mind, coloring his memory differently. Now when he thinks of Eileen lying on the floor of her cell, begging him for help, he doesn’t feel as much pity for her as he used to. He doesn’t feel as much horror when he remembers her limbless torso wriggling pathetically under the sheet.

Bucky could be lying of course, just making it up so that Steve will accept him more readily. But somehow Steve doesn’t think so. Bucky’d had this look in his eyes when he said it. He’d looked vindictive, and vindicated. Steve shivers as he remembers it. Bucky truly does not have any compunctions about what he does, and he expects Steve to come around to it. Steve doesn’t think he can do that. He’s just hoping against hope that he can pretend long enough to convince Bucky. Long enough until he can get his chance for escape and take it.

He thinks about Carlo, working on the cell down the hallway. Steve doesn’t see him much at all, just hears the sounds of his tools whirring, the smell of fresh wood being sawed, concrete being poured, him taking a piss in one of the other cells' toilets every few hours.

At first Steve does wonder what he might be able to say to try and entice the man to help him escape. But he settles on a big fat nothing. There’s nothing Steve could offer him to get him to take that risk, no way. And it’d be too big a gamble to try anyways. He doesn’t want Carlo to alert Bucky to his attempts at scheming, which Bucky warned Carlo would do if Steve acted up. So Steve keeps his mouth shut when the man arrives and departs each day.

Carlo doesn’t say anything to him. He probably figures that Steve’s dead meat anyway.

Steve considers that maybe he is, and Bucky’s just lying to him to keep him calm. Maybe Bucky tells all the women that they have a chance for survival, if only they’re good and don’t act up.

It’s fucked, but Steve imagines Bucky doing it—taking little pieces from him until there’s nothing left to do but put an end to him. He imagines Bucky kissing him lovingly, then injecting something into his veins and harvesting his internal organs. He imagines Bucky working in the attractive kitchen upstairs; humming a tune, cutting Steve up, pan searing his kidneys and eating them with a Beaujolais.

Steve wonders if he’d taste any different than everyone else Bucky’s ever eaten. Probably not.

Stringy, he thinks, looking down and assessing his arms and legs and torso with a novel sort of appreciation. Steve’s so thin and so tough, he’d probably make a horrible meal.

Bucky:

He plans it out meticulously, just like he always does. But even after all these years (fifteen, to be exact) he still gets that nervous feeling every time he makes his move. Stab & grabs don’t get to him nearly as much. Those are easy, impersonal. It’s the women he has to introduce himself to and flirt with and feign interest in and good intentions for that cause the nerves. He’d call them butterflies, but that seems cruel to compare his meet/capture/kill nerves to first date nerves. When he met Steve, it was a whole other feeling. What he’s about to do now isn’t the same, it’s not innocent like that, and he doesn’t need to pretend that it is.

Bucky knows he’s actually like, the perfect guy for this. He’s good looking and a natural flirt, excellent at making conversation and getting people to like him and to want to open up to him. Women tend to feel instinctively safe around him, so normally he’s guaranteed success in the “meet cute” department. It’s just that ... well …

He’s getting on in age these days, alright? He’s a—very damn handsome—37 years old now, and unfortunately for him, his clients’ tastes tend to stay the same, meaning the pervy old leches keep wanting their women rare at 20-ish. Bucky still has a very high success rate, but there’ve been a few college-aged girls who he approached wrong and they turned their noses up at him.

But he dyes his greys now, okay? He does the whole skincare regime, does Botox (conservatively—he’s got taste). And he’s learned to dumb himself down a bit when he’s going after the younger ones; talk a little smoother, a little less cultured, dress more age-appropriate. Turtlenecks apparently send off the wrong vibe. Unless the girl is into the whole Daddy thing, then it works in his favor.

Anyway, it’s not that big of an issue. All he has to do is flash his car or casually wear a Rolex on a date and even the most dimwitted or discerning potentials fall all over him. Bucky could give straight guys lessons, he swears.

He drives into the city wearing joggers and sneakers and a too-tight tee shirt, hair artfully tousled and earbuds draped around his neck in show. He goes into the gym, into the locker room, spritzes water around his hairline and the neck of his tee shirt, then bumps into her outside—when she’s on her way in, not out. No woman feels sexy after a workout (at least not the kind Erica is torturing herself with)—and exclaims in concern when she stumbles. Ohmygod, I’m so sorry! He grabs her forearm and lets the other hand brush over her waist as he “makes sure she doesn’t fall”. Are you okay?

Her eyes catch on his smile and his biceps right away, so Bucky's confidence is bolstered. He spends the next twelve minutes flirting with her, telling her his name (James), and how glad he is that he at least bumped into the prettiest girl at the gym (not true). Her eyes light up when he mentions that he’s a doctor, and shortly after that he’s typing his burner cell number into her phone. I put myself down as ‘handsome stranger whom you’re definitely gonna call’.

She titters at his joke and smiles, obviously tickled pink as they’re saying goodbye. “Yeah. I’ll um, I’ll call you. Maybe we could meet up for drinks or something?”

“Great!” Bucky shoots her a wink to seal the deal and jogs off down the block. He stops once he’s around the corner and starts walking at a normal pace back to his car. He hums a tune to himself, pleased at how easy that’d been. Now he can get home and probably not have to go out again until Saturday. If Erica’s as easy as he thinks she is, he shouldn’t have to go on many, if any, other dates.

Steve:

“Hey.” Bucky knocks on the doorframe as he slides it open. He steps in, head tilted, cautious smile playing at his lips.

Unfairly handsome, Steve thinks. Those women don’t stand a chance. “Hey.”

“I was hoping you’d still be awake. Wanted to say goodnight.”

“You get her number?” Steve asks. Because he knows that’s what today was—bump into Erica day.

Bucky seems wary, but he comes in and engages anyway. Steve almost feels bad for him. “Yeah,” Bucky says, toeing at the carpet. “Taking her out on Saturday.”

Steve rolls his eyes, scoffing. “‘Taking her out’, yeah.” He sees the hurt flash across Bucky’s face though, and feels bad about it. Ridiculous, but he still feels bad. “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking away. What else is he supposed to say? I understand? He can’t say that when Bucky’s holding him prisoner in his basement. Steve’s literally chained to the floor right now.

He sighs again, disappointed. He’s never been so disappointed in anything in his life. He fucking aches with it. Enough to cry, sometimes, if he thinks enough about Bucky’s smile over a martini glass, his bad dance moves in Steve’s apartment, his body in Steve’s bed. What they'd had together, how it'd felt like they were building something, something to look forward to. Steve bites his tongue so he doesn’t start tearing up when Bucky’s standing there. He doesn’t want to look like another weak victim, even though he knows he is. “You seemed like such a nice guy,” he murmurs, not looking at him.

Bucky comes over and kneels down in front of him. He looks so sad. “Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to palm the side of Steve’s face. He hums when Steve lets his eyes slip closed and leans into it.

Crazy, what a little bit of isolation will make you feel, Steve thinks.

“I miss you, Steve. I promise you this isn’t going to last forever.” When Steve just breathes silently, Bucky strokes his thumb over his cheek. Steve shivers. “Hey, would you want to go on a date with me?”

Steve’s eyes open. “What?”

Bucky smiles softly. “A date. You’ve been so good this whole time, and I miss you.” He leans forward and pecks a kiss to his lips. It’s brief, but it still makes Steve’s lips tingle. “I miss spending time with you.” Bucky’s eyes flick over his face. “So how about it, huh? You want to come up and just hang out one night? I can make us something. We’ll have drinks, maybe watch a movie?”

Steve blinks, feeling so odd at being asked a question like that. One of the things he thinks about to pass the time is what he and Bucky might be doing right now, in their new relationship, if Steve hadn’t opened the basement door. “A movie?” he repeats softly. The idea of getting to leave this boring room for anything is tempting. Steve wants to escape of course, but even if he knew he couldn’t, he still thinks it’d be nice to get to do something. Even if it’s with Bucky. “Yeah,” he breathes, hopeful. He hasn’t been allowed upstairs in days, not since he took a shower. “M-maybe I could …” he cuts himself off, remembering how Bucky had taken advantage of the last time, how he’d touched him. And Steve was weak. He’d let him do it.

“Maybe what?” Bucky asks, looking so kind. He always does, like he’s just a kind, caring guy who also happens to keep Steve chained in his basement. “Steve? What were you going to say?”

Steve smiles and shakes his head. “Mm, nevermind.” He doesn’t need a shower. “Nothing.”

Bucky seems unhappy about whatever Steve’s not saying, but he doesn’t press him any further. He takes a deep breath and stands back up. “I won’t be out so late anymore,” he tells him. “Just a trip or two more to the city. You can have your real meals back again, no more of this junk food.”

Steve nods. Bucky’s left him with plenty of snacks these past few days, but Steve has missed the hot meals. He’s missed seeing Bucky three times a day, even missed the attention Bucky gives him when he’s eating. “Okay,” he says.

Bucky stands there for a long minute, staring at him. Steve keeps his eyes on the carpet but he can feel the weight of Bucky’s gaze. Eventually he hears Bucky sigh, then leave through the door. Steve looks up to try and catch sight of him on the way out, but he’s already moved on down the hall.

That night Steve falls asleep thinking about what it’ll be like, once there’s another person in the basement with him.

Bucky:

Bucky meets her for the aforementioned drinks. He’s dressed nicely, in a black button down and slacks and nice shoes. He wears the Rolex, because Erica’s got three housemates so flashing his wealth at her can’t hurt. He greets her with a smile and a hug at the bar, and they both settle in and order their drinks. Bucky asks her about her life, quickly figures out that she’s body conscious and makes sneaky little comments about how he likes a woman that doesn’t slip right through his fingers. She eats that shit up, and before Bucky knows it, she’s excusing herself for the bathroom and leaving her third cocktail behind.

Too fucking easy.

Bucky picks up both their drinks and informs the bartender that they’ll be moving over to that table in the dark corner over there. The bartender gives him a nod, and Bucky nods back. He can’t have the guy seeing it, when he slips the roofie in her drink.

He’s learned to crush them up into a Splenda packet. It masks the bitterness and then if he does get caught, it just looks like he’s sweetening the drink. Erica returns from the restroom and he flags her down to their new spot. “More privacy,” he purrs at her, and she giggles and sits down next to him.

They continue to flirt and talk about pithy little topics until he can tell that she’s starting to feel the effects. “Hey,” he says, not wanting her to be stumbling before they leave the bar. “I know this is fast but… I dunno, I just really like you.” He says it all bashful, like he’s embarrassed of himself, and she eats that up, too. “Would you maybe wanna go back to my place? We could have another drink, talk and listen to some music, or…”

He trails off, and she gives him an enthusiastic, “Sure, okay!” sloppy at the edges from how the drugs are creeping into her system now. She hasn’t realized it yet. Bucky has to get her out of this public place before she does.

“Great,” he says, smiling. He offers her his arm like a gentleman (and to make sure she’s steady enough on her feet to not draw attention), and she simpers and holds onto him and they head out. Bucky sees her recognizing the type of car that he drives as he opens the door for her and she gets in. She tucks her lips in like she’s trying to keep herself from outright grinning, which makes Bucky chuckle as he slides into the driver’s side and shuts his door. “Buckle up,” he tells her sweetly. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

She giggles and obeys, and Bucky thinks about how she’ll probably be so easy, in the basement. Girls like her just want to be loved and approved of so badly. She’ll probably go from the Depression stage to Acceptance so fast, it’ll make his head spin. He’s glad. It’s always easiest for those girls. They suffer the least. And despite the fact that Bucky knows about Erica and her little brother who died under “suspicious circumstances” in 2009, he still doesn’t want to torture her. He’s not a sadist.

He’s karma.

She’s still conscious when they get on the highway, enough to look out the window and make a cute little confused noise. “Mm. You said your place’sin Tr’becca?” she slurs.

Bucky smiles and pats her hand. “Yeah. But I’m taking you somewhere else.”

It’s cute, how she pouts and tries to protest that. Bucky’s almost tempted to say something right then and there. But he doesn’t. He always likes to save the Big Reveal for when they’re settled in their rooms and fully sober. He likes to have a drink in hand, be relaxed in something comfortable. Really settle in for the show.

“Just close your eyes,” he soothes her, watching her fade out. “We’ll be there soon.” She passes out and Bucky smirks, thinking about how she’s about to get hers.

Because Karma’s not a bitch.

It’s a plastic surgeon who likes to cook.

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9/1/24: Post #40

The Pink Corruption Season 2 Episode 3 + Theories and Predictions

!!!Spoilers ahead!!!

IT'S FINALLY OUT!!

I enjoyed the episode, but to be honest, I was kinda expecting more. I was left with more questions and when it ended, I was like: "...That's it?" I feel like the parts kinda spoiled a bit too much of the episode like with part 2 of the season 1 finale. Hopefully, next episode will be more interesting. And there are a LOT of things in this episode that I want to talk about!

Lets get into the meat of things!

Who are these two mysterious shapes that Ajaceare attacked and stole their pieces? They have to be in a group, but which group are they?? The shape on the left looks weird! I don't think they are a shape—maybe a monster? Who knows? I guess we'll find out in a later episode!

We also got a Ajaceare boss fight with starring Gold for the first time! And he got hit, unfortunately. She's based Unlocked by Plesco, so there are projectiles similar from the level.

Ajaceare boss level from The Pink Corruption

Unlocked level from Just Shapes and Beats

And guess who got uncorrupted? THIS BEAUTIFUL BABY!!

Ajacent looks so cute with both buns in the back and I like the way she looks with her outfit! And just like I said before on my post about the preview, we got a sweet and wholesome reunion!

How cute!! 😍😍

Definitely gonna draw them!

And last but not least, we have Dub! No lore unfortunately and looks like Cube is going to have to fight Lycanthropy again, but there's one thing in this scene that caught my eye.

These are all the caretakers' info, but look at Iris' info

What does it mean by altered? What happened to him? Here are my theories....

The dark patch Iris has that makes him look demonic and whenever the triangle on his torso glows, it glows black instead of white; that might have something to do with it. I think the reaper has something to do with it, because he's purple also! And remember in episode 2 with Iris and Circusic?

"You seem ALIVE and well."

"Teh! Same to you, Iris."

"I just want to know how are you breathing right now."

"Oh ya know! The same way you are! And you know what I mean by that."

This would make sense! Something happened to iris that ended up how Circusic went out and got revived by La Danse Macabre. That's probably how he got his powers!

And one other thing I've realized looking back at episode 2 is that Circusic mentioned Iris shouldn't worry about how he's alive and that he should care about himself and Pentellow. And he yells when he mentions her. Here's what I think happened...

Circusic was jealous of Iris because of Pentellow and he killed him, but he got revived by the reaper in return for giving half his soul to him, and as a result, have him these dark powers.

And here's a prediction: I think Iris' dark side will try to take him over.

This would make sense being that they don't get along very well and I think that's very solid and accurate to what might've happened, but hey! That's just a theory—a Pink Corruption theory!

Sorry if this post was a bit long to read, but I had to get those speculations out of me. Also, this took me hours to write, so please show this post some love and support for my theories. :')

Until the next episode where things might get a little bit crazy and maybe we'll learn more about what happened with Iris and Circusic, Cyanide and her loyalties, Cubic coming back, and Dub's backstory about Barracuda and how they created the Pink Corruption!

See you next time!

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Under Selene

Summary: Athena would never forgive Ares for Troy. Not only for his lack of word, but for the reasons why he betrayed his promise.

A brief history of Ares x Athena.

With the Spanish version below.

Fury sometimes consumed her, made her heart burn and her fists clench until her knuckles turned white. Rarely did the owl-eyed one look like a fierce predator, with an ache in her heart.

Even in the coldness of her chambers, in the great room filled with knowledge, she could relive the moment that led Diomedes to thrust the spear into the flesh of Ares. The foribund god shouted curses for days and nights at his person, forgetting that he had betrayed his own words for a goddess who unhesitatingly forced her own gift to please the accursed Trojan prince.

Even after all those centuries, even after all the events that came after Troy and the travels of Odysseus, even after both gods could touch each other with mutual gentleness... Athena would never forgive that.

The reason that always caused that evil to return was when the goddess of love showed her vulnerability to the god of war. The one with gray eyes knew that she did not have soft and sweet hands to appeal without words, she knew that she was not as beautiful as the one with golden strands and enchanting eyes, she knew that her voice was not to seduce nor to make the hearts of men succumb to their own desires and pleasures.

She watched as the god of war leaned down and kissed her lips briefly, pulling away from the goddess and leaving her with a small, almost defeated, sympathetic smile. Had something happened between those two, had some lover finally made a dent between them; if that was so, something in Athena wished that Aphrodite would tuck in fury the one who had stolen the heart of the destroyer of men.

A hand on her shoulder made her startle, rising from her bed to attack the insensate. Great was her surprise when Ares was sitting on the other side where she slept.

- May I join you? - the whispered question took Athena by surprise, it was as if Ares believed that he had proposed something so forbidden that the mere mention of it could cause the wrath of Zeus. The goddess thought for a few seconds, until she allowed the god to invade her bed.

Neither spoke for quite a while, sometimes glancing at each other from time to time. It was Athena, with some hesitation, who put her hand on the naked torso of the red-haired man, who only took her hand gently and placed it where his heart was beating strongly.

- You can say it - said Athena, killing the silence between them.

- You don't quite trust my words, so I'd rather show it - answered Ares, his calm voice creating a sense of strangeness and tranquility. The goddess came closer, putting her head on the god's shoulder while she reached out her hand to caress his hair; for his part, Ares took the brown strands between his fingers, playing with them without saying anything else.

- Why do you always want things you can't devour? - Ares could only laugh, placing a soft kiss on the cheek of the goddess.

- Why do you want meat you can't eat? - Athena touched Ares' cheek, bringing her face close to kiss his lips - allow me to satiate hungers that want to sully you, allow me to feed on what you do not desire and you will have the most loyal part of me coming back to you. The one that wants the battles and the soft gestures, the one that would be willing to pretend to hate you under the Helios and embrace you in the Selene.

Athena thought for a few moments, staring at him, seeing how his words and voice, all of him, seemed as sure as a man ready to die in the epitome of war - Humans, nymphs, any creature but Aphrodite. She may desire whom she will, she may play any trick and spell; but, I don't want your consent to it, I don't want you to have agreed to go to her bed. I will forgive the actions if she played you dirty, if under trickery, threats or coercion she led you there; otherwise, if with little effort it took to lead you to taste her flesh, I will ensure that in every battle a new spear will pierce your body.

- I accept, let it be so then

Athena and Ares sealed the pact, clashing and tasting each other's lips, the only way to enjoy each other's flesh.

Spanish version:

La furia a veces la volvía consumir, hacía arder su corazón y apretar sus puños hasta los nudillos se tornaran blancos. Pocas veces la de ojos de mochuelo miraba como un feroz depredador, con un dolor en el corazón.

Incluso en la frialdad de sus aposentos, en la gran habitación llena de conocimiento, podía revivir el momento que guío a Diomedes a ensartar la lanza en la carne de Ares. El dios foribundo grito maldiciones durante días y noches hacía su persona, olvidando que él había traícionado sus propias palabras por una diosa que sin reparo obligo a su propio regalo a complacer al maldito principe troyano.

Aún despues de todos esos siglos, de todos los sucesos que llegaron luego de Troya y los viajes de Odiseo, aún despues de que ambos dioses pudieran tocarse con gentileza mutúa... Atenea nunca perdonaría aquello.

La razón que siempre provocaba que regresara aquel mal, era cuando la diosa del amor mostraba su vulnerabilidad al dios de la guerra. La de ojos grises sabía que ella no tenía las manos suaves y dulces para apelar sin palabras, sabía que no era tan bella como aquella de hebras doradas y ojos encantadores, sabía que su voz no era para seducir ni hacer sucumbir el corazón de los hombres con sus anhelos y placeres.

Ella observo como el dios de la guerra se inclino y beso sus labios con brevedad, alejandose de la diosa y dejandola con una pequeña sonrisa comprensiva, casi de derrota. ¿Había pasado algo entre esos dos?, ¿algún amante que por fin haya hecho mella entre ambos?, si aquello era así, algo en Atenea deseaba que Afrodita remetiera con furia a la que había robado el corazón del destructor de hombres.

Una mano en su hombro la hizo sobresaltarse, erguiendose de su lecho para atacar al insesato. Grande fue su sorpresa cuando Ares estaba sentado del otro lado donde dormía.

— ¿Puedo acompañarte? — la pregunta susurrada tomo de imprevisto a Atenea, era como si Ares creyera que había propuesto algo tan prohibido que la sola mención podría causar la ira de Zeus. La diosa lo penso unos cuantos segundos, hasta que permitio al dios invadir su lecho.

Ninguno hablo durante un buen rato, a veces se miraban de vez en cuando. Fue Atenea, con algo de duda, que puso su mano en el torso desnudo del pelirrojo, quien solo tomo la mano con suavidad y la puso donde su corazón latía con fuerza.

— Puedes decirlo — dijo Atenea, matando el silencio entre ellos.

— No confías del todo en mis palabras, asi que prefiero mostrarlo — respondio Ares, su voz calmada crea una sensación de extrañeza y tranquilidad. La diosa se acerco más, poniendo su cabeza en el hombro del dios mientras estiraba su mano para acariciar el cabello de este; por su parte, Ares tomo entre sus dedos las hebras castañas, jugando con estas sin decir nada más.

— ¿Por que siempre quieres cosas que no puedes devorar? — Ares solo pudo reír, depositando un suave beso en la mejilla de la diosa.

— ¿Por que deseas una carne que no puedes comer? — Atenea toco la mejilla de Ares, acercando su rostro para besar sus labios — permiteme saciar hambres que quieren mancillarte, permiteme alimentarme de aquello que no deseas y tendrás la parte más leal de mi volviendo hacía a ti. Aquella que quiere las batallas y los suaves gestos, aquella que estaría dispuesta a fingir odiarte bajo el Helios y abrazarte en la Selene.

Atenea pensó por unos momentos, mirandolo fijamente, viendo como sus palabras y voz, todo de él, parecía tan seguro como un hombre dispuesto a morir en el epitome de la guerra — Humanas, ninfas, cualquier criatura menos Afrodita. Ella podra desear a quien quiera, podra jugar cualquier treta y embrujo; pero, no quiero tu consentimiento en ello, no quiero que hayas aceptado ir a su lecho. Perdonare las acciones si te jugo sucio, si bajo engaños, amenazas o coerción te llevo hasta allí; de lo contrario, si con poco ocupo para llevarte a saborear su carne, me encargare de que en cada batalla una nueva lanza atraviese tu cuerpo.

— Acepto, que se así entonces

Atenea y Ares sellaron el pacto, chocando y saboreando los labios del otro, la única forma de disfrutar la carne del otro.

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Warriors: Into the Wild Rewrite

Prologue

Tigerpaw trudged through the forest, the heat getting to him as he dragged along a fat rabbit. He was ready to get back to camp, the bright sun beating him into submission as his paws were slick with dirt that made his steps feel unsteady. He wasn’t prepared for such a harsh greenleaf, but the heat was unbearable. The good thing was, prey was plentiful, and Tigerpaw was just glad he wasn’t a WindClan cat, running for rabbits under the hot sun with no trees for shelter. 

He walked along, hoping to smell the familiar scent of his mentor, Thistleclaw the clan deputy, so he could show off his prize, but to no avail. He wandered around the forest, before deciding it was too hot to be playing hide and seek with a grown tom, and just prayed he’d finished his patrol early and was already back at camp. 

As Tigerpaw pushed his way through the ferns encircling the camp, he saw most cats lingering in their nests. Spark Lion was perched on the high rock, his yellow fur gleaming as the sun hit it. Tigerpaw dropped his catch on the fresh kill pile, before he heard a familiar mew call his name.

“Over here!” A cheerful and bright sounding tom with pure white fur waved his tail to signal Tigerpaw. In front of the apprentice was a large robin, big enough for the two of them to share.

“Did you catch that yourself, Whitepaw?” Tigerpaw purred while sitting down next to the tom.

“Nah, Patchpelt had me cleaning ticks all day, said it’s an apprentices duty. But once dad gets back, he’ll get an earful. Thistleclaw says that elder care should be reserved for the medicine cats, who don’t provide any food or protection to the clan.” 

“What was that?” An irritated mew sounded from next to them. Tigerpaw looked up, seeing a dark tortoiseshell who’s fur seemed almost red in the sun’s beams. 

Whitepaw looked flustered, before saying, “I was just joking, Spottedpaw! I know medicine cats are some of the most important cats in the clan, it’s just.” Whitepaw paused for a second. “I was parroting what my dad said, so blame him, not me.”

Spottedpaw seemed to scowl at the mention of Whitepaw’s father, and seemed on edge as she asked, “Where is Thistleclaw today?” 

“Out on patrol,” Tigerpaw said. 

Spottedpaw looked out at the clearing, her eyes seeming to move past the brush that ensnared the camp. She sighed, before walking off, not even saying goodbye. 

“How rude,” Whitepaw mewed playfully, but Tigerpaw just stared as the she-cat left. 

His friend pawed at Tigerpaw playfully, grabbing the tabby tom’s attention. He swished around, only to see a mischievous grin on the white cat’s face. “Why you staring,” he asked.

Tigerpaw flushed, his fur spiking up at the question. “None of your business,” he growled, but it sounded more like a squeal. Whitepaw laughed at the failed attempt to intimidate, before finally taking a bite of the prey in front of him. 

Tigerpaw followed suit, grabbing off a chunk of the meat and swallowing it hastily. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the savory taste of blood hit his tongue, and he swallowed greedily. 

As the sun dipped lower in the horizon, Tigerpaw kept finding himself glancing at the entrance. “What’s got you so worried?” Whitepaw asked after finishing his meal. 

“Thistleclaw…” Tigerpaw let his words drop off as he got up. “I’ll be back, I wanna make sure he’s ok.” 

Whitepaw scoffed, “He’ll be fine. He’s the strongest warrior in the clan, not even Spark Lion could raise a paw to him!” 

Tigerpaw tried to listen to his friend and let the worry wash away, but he couldn’t get rid of this nagging feeling. Without saying another word, he walked off, trying to keep to the shadows of the trees. He lifted his nose, trying for a scent of his mentor, but everything seemed to come up dry. 

Tigerpaw continued to walk forward, until, finally, he was able to grasp onto something near the river that led to the RiverClan border. He walked through a copse of trees, before something bright red halted him in his tracks. 

A mangled corpse, neck snapped in two with scars all over his body. He could tell the now dead cat had put up a fight, but it took a second for Tigerpaw’s brain to catch up to speed and realize who the cat was.

Thistleclaw. 

Tigerpaw tried to call out, to see if, by a miracle of StarClan, Thistleclaw was ok, but he stood. Still. Silent. His shaking legs barely were able to hold the weight of his body now, as he looked up to a cat licking a bloodied paw. 

Tigerpaw stared straight at them, his eyes fixating on the cat, now sure that they were the one who committed this deed. His eyes went dark and turned to slits, his claws unsheathed without him even realizing it, but he knew he couldn’t fight back. Not yet. 

“I’ll destroy you,” he mumbled under his breath, “I’ll kill you.” His words were but a whisper that was caught by the wind, even Tigerpaw himself could barely hear the declaration, but he felt it in his heart. Anger surged in him, and he knew what he had to do.

“I will kill you.” 

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Behind the mask part three

First part.

Your journey had taken you many places, many planets until you finally dropped your suit. You had known there was a tracker in it from the start, but you had to ensure you could get away. You were aware that Vader could not hunt you explicitly. He would need to do it without the Emperor seeing. So a wild Banther chase it was. Seventeen planets until you took off the suit and began your journey to a planet you knew he would not travel to.

Tatooine.

A sand planet with two suns. Anakin’s home planet and a place that he swore he would not return. It was brighter than you’d imagined it would be, and you quickly understood his dislike of the sand. Somehow the sand here was unlike anything you had felt before. Rougher, and larger than the grains on your own home planet. When the wind whipped up around you, the sand followed with it, stinging your exposed skin.

“You get used to it.” A small boy in an off white shirt said up to you. You looked down at two eyes that you thought you recognised. Blue and wide. Blonde hair falling in a mop on his head.

“Hi, maybe I just need better clothing.” you grinned.

“Oh, you’ll want to go to Maritha’s she sells the best gear here, but be careful she knows a new person when she sees them.” He giggled.

“Thanks, Kid.”

“Luukke!” A woman called and the child ran off in her direction.For the first time in a long time you smiled a genuine happy smile. Looking around the market you found the shop Luke had told you about and made your way inside. An older woman stood behind the stone made counter.

“Good morning, I need everything.” You said. The woman’s smile drew wider, showing her top row of teeth. She quickly fitted you out with new clothes and desert gear. You hand her twenty four credits, though she had asked for a hundred. A wave of your hand and some choice words changed her mind. 

“Pleasure doing business with you. I need food and mounts. Where can I find them?” You asked. The old woman pointed you to the right market stalls and you thanked her again. 

When you had secured the purchase of two Eopies you walked over to the food seller.

“What can I get you?” The man asked.

“I need enough rations and food to keep me going for a year.” Your words lit up his eyes. Two bags of their fresh produce, meat and vegetables along with four bags of ration packs were paid for and you had them packed onto one of the Eopies. Saddling the other one you climbed up and made your way out into the desert. The suns beat down on you, sweat dripping below the fabric mask you had wrapped around your head.  You had no map and no care for where you were heading, the locals had warned you of the Jawas and the sand people. In honesty you didn’t care if either of them attacked you. It would be an easy way out of your problems.

As night drew in around you, you looked for somewhere to make a camp for the night, the rock formation close by seemed like a good place. You were close enough to them that you could walk and give the Eopie some respite. Your bodies cast long shadows across the sand. The rock formation showed a cave of sorts and you hoped there would be enough room for at least you to shelter overnight. You stop, feeling a presence you knew. Your head went dizzy with it.

“No, you’re dead, they said you died.” Your voice came out like a forced whisper as a man appeared from inside the cave. You pulled the material from your head to reveal your full face.

“Y/n?”

“Obi-wan?” You dropped to your knees, tears finally falling from your eyes. The Jedi came running to your side, pulling you up and into the cave.

“What are you doing here? How are you here? I saw the footage of Anakin kil-” He couldn’t say the word.

“I, Obi-Wan.” sobs wracked your body, Obi-Wan saw the marks on your neck, a bile rose in his throat. Your old friend wrapped you in his arms and carried you inside. Laying you on a bed he had fashioned out of the stone, he used strips of fabric dipped in a milky liquid to dress the wounds on your neck. It soothed you into sleep. The first sleep you had deeply and all night since leaving Vader. When you woke in the morning you explained everything to Obi-Wan, how Anakin had faked your death, and hid you behind the mask and suit. Explained how Anakin had visions of a son with Padme, his plans to create the child and your secret relationship with him. 

“What made you leave?” He asked, passing a bowl of soup across to you.,

“I couldn’t do it anymore. I made my Kyber crystal bleed, I used the hate I felt for myself and what I’ve become. I couldn’t, I didn’t want to be that way. The things he is doing. Obi-Wan. He’s gone mad. The dreams of a son still haunt him and I can’t.” Tears welled in your eyes again.

“It will be okay. He will not find you here.” Obi-Wan circled his arms around you in a hug.

“It is good to see you. Obi-Wan.” you say into his shoulder.

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Darth Vader lay in his bed,  visions of your face contorted in pain flashed across his mind. Sweat dripped from his forehead as the nightmares continued. Your name on his lips. Waking up brought no relief, he could still see you in his mind, hear the way you sobbed. Sitting up on his he felt his chest heave heavily and reached for the oxygen tank. It was rare that he needed it after your tireless efforts to build him new lungs behind the Emperor's back. Yet, in this moment he felt like he couldn't breathe. He let tears fall. 'I did this, it's my fault. She's gone because of me.' For months he denied it, pretending to himself that you were traitor when truly it was he who had wronged you. He loved you, he had loved you from the moment he met you. Though he tried to hide it from everyone, convinced the Jedi code was the right path. Stolen glances and subtle touches were all he hoped for. Until the day you had pulled him aside in the temple, hidden you both behind a wall and revealed your feelings. A gentle kiss on his cheek, that if he admitted it he could still feel. Anakin stood, pushing himself to think of something, anything else but you. Each time it felt like his heart was breaking, how could he put you through it all? Making you watch as he professed a love to someone else, married her and worse than that he made you turn. He forced you to the dark side against your will. With every additional day of your absence, Anakin found himself lacking the anger more and more. His eyes never yellow, but the blue of his misspent youth. 

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In that cave you stayed for the next five years. Never venturing further than a few feet from the rock formation. Obi-Wan grew used to your presence once more. Eventually telling you about Luke and Leia. It made sense to you, the eyes of the boy you had spoken to were his eyes, Anakin's eyes. Too beautiful and too smart. 

Obi-Wan, known as Ben to the locals, had convinced you to come into town, you didn't want to be there, you had a bad feeling. 

Luke's uncle had spoken to Ben briefly, though you paid no attention to their words. The air around you was thick with anger and rage. 

"The inquisitors." You whispered as three people, clad in black uniforms walked into the street. Their goal was the young jedi that had spoken to Ben earlier. Third sister began threatening Owen and you knew it was time. 

"I'm here, third sister. I am the only force welder here." They had never heard you talk or seen your face, so none of them knew who you were. They took hold of you forcing your sabre from your hand. Ben cursed under his breath. He was always telling you to put them away.

"Who are you?" Reva asked, her eyes searching yours. 

"Lady Trix." You gave the nickname Anakin and Obi-Wan dubbed you many years before. The Inquisitors took your shoulder and shoved you through the streets. On their ship Rava pushed you into a small cell. You feel the engines rumble into life and tell-tale shake of the ship leaving orbit. The cold metal of the floor gave you no comfort as you settled down on your knees. Your meditation did not help to calm you. It was clear your actions were leading you back to Vader, but you could not allow anyone to find Obi-Wan. 

The door to the cell slid open, revealing the high inquisitor, he gave you a wicked smile before dragging you into another room. A large table, in a T shape, stood amongst several machines and wires. Using the force he pushed you into the table, the shackles clamping on your wrists and ankles. You tried to fight against them, pushing against the force, though nothing worked. 

Hours of pain inflicted on your body and mind, yet still you held fast. You gave no information and kept them from probing the depths of your memory. Angered the Inquisitors stomped from the room leaving you strapped to the table, tipped so you were angled toward the ground. Exhausted you let a tear fall from your eye and you thought of the one man who once would've helped you. 

"Anakin, hear me." You whispered into the force. A strange ripple washed over the room, through your hooded eyes you saw the hard rock ground of Mustafa. 

"Trix?" Anakin's voice caught your attention, "What's happening? Where are you?" He asked. You feel his hand come close to your face. 

"Help me. Stop them." You coughed out the words. Anakin's jaw tightened when he saw the blood on your face. 

"I'll come for you, you need to hold and be strong. I have something I need to take care of but then I will come." 

You nod, not sure if he was a hallucination or real. 

There was not telling how long you stayed on the table. Twice more second and third sister came into you, tried to force their way into your mind and twice more you held out against them. Two troopers came in and unshackled you. Your body slumped into them as they walked you out of the ship, handing you across to the others waiting for you. 

"Keep her hidden, do what you want, but let no one see her." The commander informed his counterpart. 

In a dark cave you waited. Waited for an end. It could have been hours, days or weeks before any light penetrated the darkness of your cage. A tall body came in, you felt the rage that radiated off him. 

"Trix? Y/n?" The voice was metallic, but you knew it immediately. Gloves hands held your face. 

"I'm here y/n." He lifted you up into his arms and carried you away. You had no idea if Anakin was really with you or if it was a trick played on you by the inquisitors. You stayed quiet. 

part four

[heartlessgirls]

Heart Porn Interview

Set in nanomachines world

Warning sex and gore.

A blonde woman is going to her interview to be a heart porn star. She is wearing a Jean jacket that showed off her tones abs and her tits that are each the size of her ribcage. She is wearing a red skirt and pink panties. She enters the office of the porn star who will be interviewing her. The room has a desk with two chairs one of which her interviewer is siting in. She recognizes her as a MILF she adores. The MILF has black haired tied in a bun and she is dressed like a secretary with a black skirt, a white button shirt, and glasses. Her tits were enormous each one was twice the size of her ribcage. Her areoles were visible peeking above her neckline and her nipples were just below that line. Between her mammoth tits is her ribcage sized beating heart. It was a faded red color and yellow fat deposits in it, it seemed to struggle with every beat. Her heart was not weak this is only for appearances she was proud of her heart that shows her experience just like she is proud of her slightly saggy tits and her hairy pussy. The MILF doesn’t leave her heart in her chest her tits are the best place for it. The MILF said you may sit. The blonde said thanks. The milf said now a few questions first the thought of people seeing your heart? The blonde said I get horny and wet, and I am a big fan of yours, you have made me cum a lot. The MILF said I am glad you are open about your hornyness as your chest will be open soon. The blonde said can’t wait. The milf said do you masturbate with your heart? The blonde said yes, though sometimes just touching it or having it out is enough. The milf said great now time for your exam. The MILF opened the blonde’s shirt and the blonde puffed her chest forward though she was expecting her heart to be exposed during this. The milf said no bra and the blonde said just like you. The milf said I am glad you noticed and now time to play with them. The MILF examined the blonde’s tits, the blonde couldn’t help being aroused from looking at her own chest. The milf said you have good tits now show me your pussy. The blonde rested her feet on the desk, lifted her skirt and moved her panties to the side while spreading her lower lips. The blonde said I am wet. The Milf said yes you are, thanks for showing me, and now for a taste. The MILF put her finger in the blonde’s wet pussy and tasted the love juice flowing from it. The milf said good now time to see what I am working with. The MILF stabbed her fingers’s into the blonde’s chest and open her ribcage. The blonde moved her tits so they won’t get in the way, and of course she puffed her chest so her heart was pushed forward. The MILF said I am glad you are so eager now I want you to pull it out while it is still connected and leave it on the desk as you masturbate. The blonde reached in her chest and pulled out her bright red heart that was bigger than her head. She placed the throbbing meat on the desk and started masturbating. The blonde said I am a squirter. The MILF said from where? The blonde said from my pussy and heart if it is used right like how you squirt milk. The milf said you have to be specific. The blonde said milk from your tits and cum from your cock. The MILF has both, her cock is above her hairy pussy. The MILF said I am so glad you are a fan of my work. The blonde soon cummed and she squirted on the MILF’s heart. The MILF was busy looking at the blonde’s heart that pulsated with every orgasm, not that the milf would complain about her heart being covered in love juice.

The blonde said can I still masturbate since I got turned on by your love juice covered heart. The milf said go ahead and what if I wanted you to masturbate until it stops? The blonde said I would masturbate until it explodes though that may take a few tries but why should sex stop because my heart does? The MILF know the blonde will make a sexy pornstar. The milf waited for the blonde to orgasm again. The milf said now time for me to have some fun with you. The MILF grabbed the blonde’s heart and put it back in her chest. The milf said now I will have sex with it but I want it to beat more. The MILF became topless her tits and heart fully exposed. The blonde’s heart raced and it soon beat even faster when the milf pierced it with her cock but first the blonde licked precum off of the MILF’s cum. The blonde said sorry I count wait. The mild said you should try my pussy. The blonde said I would love to tongue your hairy pussy if I can call it that. The MILF chuckled and said dear if I had issues with people calling my pussy hairy I would have never shown it in porn now lick it. The blonde happily tongue fucked the MILF’s hairy pussy and then the milf pierced the blonde’s heart with her cock. It didn’t take long for them to orgasm. The blonde was happily feeling the MILF’s cum flow through her body as milk went into her mouth from the MILF’s tits. The MILF said now I want you to keep your heart and chest open. The blonde said no problem. The milf pressed a button on her desk and a chair with stirrups like a gynecologist would use. The blonde got completely naked and sat in the chair as she spread her lower lips. The milf said you sure are eager. The blonde said well I do this at home to see my own cervix a girl’s throbbing womb is her second heart after all. The milf said that is right, and I am going to give you a reward. The naked milf removed her heart and pressed it against the blonde’s wet and throbbing pussy. This time the blonde cummed directly on it. The MILF smiled and she shoved her removed heart into the blonde’s womb passed her cervix. The blonde looked at her stomach as the milf’s throbbing heart was beating in the blonde’s throbbing womb. The milf then fucked her own beating heart while it was in the blonde’s throbbing womb. The blonde knew if her heart was intact and in her chest the orgasm from this will make it explode through her chest. The blonde will beg the milf to do this to her later. The MILF said you passed now let me show you around the studio and stay like that. The blonde was happy to. The blonde walked around completely naked. Her exposed heart was leaking blood and cum with every beat. Her wet pussy leaking cum, blood, and love juice. Her womb was still throbbing due to the MILF’s heart still beating inside her. The MILF was naked as well her still hard cock covered in cum and heart blood. The MILF’s hairy pussy was still wet due to both the blonde’s saliva and her own love juice. The mild didn’t regrow a new heart to make it obvious to other’s it is beating in the blonde’s womb. After walking around the milf looked at the blonde. The MILF said how about you be one of my daughters, I really like you? The blonde was thrilled to hear this. In regards to the milf daughter can refer to fans, fellow porn stars, adopted, or even her own biological daughters and regardless of which version, that means they can have sex with her as part of her harem. The blonde was happy to have this new career and to be one of the MILF’s daughters who she will be sharing her eager heart with.

[lapinbunwrites]

Title: The Awkward Scene

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationships: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Marianne von Edmund

Characters: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Marianne Von Edmund, Claude von Riegan

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Fairy Tale AU, Actor AU, Fluff

Word Count: 1,135

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Fog crept through the dense, dark, and quiet forest. Marianne didn't mind the grogginess and damper atmosphere, she knew it all to well. It was rather relaxing on her way to her grandmother's house. She was adorned in her little red cap that was over her long white dress and she was carrying her basket full of treats for her ailing family member. As she was walking through the forest, she would hear some creatures scurry around the forest. There was one that was elusive. He was a big creature with fur all over his body and had burning blue eyes. He could stand on his two hind legs and walk easily through the scenery. If there was only one creepy thing about him, it was his deep blue eyes, he always saw straight into her soul. Whenever Marianne tried to interact with the wolf, he would always scurry away. She was able to win over the most stubborn of animals, but he would never warm up to her.

On her way to her grandmother's house, Marianne would hear the creature scurry about. She faintly smiled, following the sound of his feet stomping around. She walked until she got to an open field with small woodland creatures huddled around him. It was rather cute he had them all around him, and it was even cuter when he was confused to why they were around him. It made her very happy that he wasn't alone out here in the dark woods. Her smile grew bigger as she slowly walked towards him.

"It's, it's okay," she softly said, holding out her hand full of food.

The wolf growled at her, though it didn't deter her from getting closer.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she reassured him. "I just want to be your friend."

The growl slowly died down and he began to sniff her hand.

"It's jerky," she nervously laughed as he grabbed them out of her hand. She placed the basket down on the ground, pushing it with her foot towards him. "Have as much as you want."

Marianne watched as he devoured all the dried meat that she had with him. When he walked over to her, sniffing her body, she did her best to keep her composure and not shake. She knew that this was normal for dogs and wolves to warm up to anyone. She let out a sigh of relief when he thought of her as a friend when he was done with his assessment.

"What's your name," she asked, placing her hand on his head and trailing it through his fur.

"Dimitri," he replied, letting out a low growl.

"What a precious name," she smiled, stopping her hand. She watched him take a step back to get on his hind legs before getting close to her again.

"What is a beautiful woman like you doing out here? There are better places to be than out here with a creature like me," Dimitri said, placing one hand on the small of her back and entwining his other with hers. "There are scarier creatures out here who want to eat you up."

"Y-Yes, I-I know," her voice shaking as he pulled her closer to his chest. It was hard for her to hide the crimson red color on her face and there was no denying that they both could hear heart beat loud. "Wh-What are you doing?"

"I should ask you the same thing," Dimitri said, slowly lowering his mouth to her neck.

"I wa-was going to v-visit my grandmother," Marianne said, feeling a great sense of relief when she heard Claude yelled out.

"CUT!" Claude yelled, walking over to the two. "Dimitri what are you doing?"

"What is scripted," Dimitri replied, releasing Marianne from his grip. He took out his script, flipping through the pages to show Claude what he was talking about. "See, right there."

For a few seconds, Claude was silent before he burst out laughing. "Oh dear Goddess, I can't believe you actually did this."

"Claude," Dimitri growled scratching off the poorly made wolf costume.

"What is going on?" Marianne asked, finally composing herself.

"He actually did it and not ask any questions!" Claude laughed to the point tears came out of his eyes. "I can't believe you actually did it! I owe Hilda fifty bucks!"

"Claude," Marianne softly said.

"Oh, sorry," Claude apologized slowing his breathing. "The script he has a more intimate scene to it. Hilda bet me Dimitri would take this script seriously."

"Wait? How intimate?" Marianne asked, feeling the blood rush to her face again.

"Just a little kiss on the neck and on the lips," Claude said, finally able to breath again.

Marianne and Dimitri looked at each other, then looked away; both of their faces were crimson red.

"I-I don't think that's, uh," Marianne trailed off.

"It could have been worse," Dimitri muttered out.

Claude looked at them both, looking at their body language very carefully. He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at them one last time. "I can't believe it. You two are actually in love with each other."

"What! No I'm not in love with him," Marianne lied, looking away from Dimitri.

"I have never thought of us like that before," Dimitri lied, peeling off the rest of the wolf costume.

"Well, I know what I must do tonight," Claude schemed, giving them both a devious look. "So why don't you go back home for the night and we can try to tape again. And by the way Dimitri, Hilda is going to literally have your hide for destroying her costume."

"It's what she gets for this whole script debacle," Dimitri said, flustered.

"I'm, I'm going to go change," Marianne softly said, waving them both goodbye before heading to her trailer.

She was able to change out of her costume rather quickly; it was just a few fabrics layered over each other. Marianne let out a little sigh before sitting at her desk with a giant mirror, illuminated by the lights that were on it. She place rested her head on her arm, playing with a spherical object that was left on her desk. Her mind couldn't get Dimitri out of her mind; he was tall, he was handsome, and she could swim in those blue eyes of his. On top of that, he was a very kind, caring, and charming man. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing for her to fall for him. Maybe she will ask on a date after wrapping up this movie. Hopefully she could survive whatever Claude schemed up after making another revision to his script, but she knew she would since she knew most, if not all, of Claude's schemes. If not, she knew Hilda would tell her all of them.

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Here is a little DimiMari for @toon-kirby as a revenge fic for the FE 3H art scuffle. I was originally going to go with Marianne and Ignatz since I do like them more, but when I thought of a fairy tale I thought of Red Riding Hood. No surprise that I saw this when I was trying to fall asleep. But it didn't fit Marianne and Ignatz so I went with Dimitri and Marianne instead. Plus an event bonus for it being Dimitri's birthday. Hope you like it!

[freelanceexorcist]

FFVIIR theory time

Just one or two or five this time, but this one has been on my mind a bit lately, especially with the new Crisis Core footage. This will probably still be long as hell, though, so consider yourselves warned.

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To start, some of these theories will be pretty canon-divergent. The key word here is theories. If your eye is twitching right now, think of this as an AU fic except it's just the opinion of someone who can't write fiction for shit. And like it or not, big parts of the canon story HAVE changed and these theories might even fit into canon in some way. And yes, I know the dev team has said that all of the major story beats will remain the same, but they said a lot of things back then, yet exercised their right to change their minds, which I think gives me a little wiggle room.

Anyway.

I've had the origin of Ore!Sephiroth on my mind lately, and I've tenuously concluded that he is the only real version of Sephiroth in the game. I even have my doubts about his real body chilling out in the Northern Crater and rebuilding in this iteration of the story.

So who's the person creating illusions in Cloud's mind and warging into the black-cloaked zombie men? I think it's Jenova herself trying to utterly break Cloud.

"But Jenova is just a mindless, instinct-driven animal that Sephiroth uses as a meat suit throughout the game," you say.

Yes, that's basically what she was in the OG. So much so that a man whose mind was utterly broken could wrest control away and impose his will on her. But subsequent materials give her more and more agency and suggest that her influence on Sephiroth is stronger than originally thought. It follows that the Remake series, with all of it's changes, would make her sentient and malicious.

Having said this, if you have the ability to assume other forms based on someone's memories and you want to inflict maximum psychological damage on your prey, you don't appear as yourself. The only memory they have of you is your severed head. No, you appear as the man responsible for the worst day of their life, and you taunt the shit out of them about that. You throw their mother's dying words at them. You follow them around telling them how weak and worthless they are because you know that somewhere deep down, they believe that about themselves. You constantly remind them that anyone who looks to them for protection will end up dead and you show them glimpses of the future to prove it.

I don't get the sense that it's Sephiroth's thing-either in the Compilation or spin-offs-to do that. This is why it was kind of jarring to me to see Sephiroth behaving that way in the Remake. It seemed out of character. Sephiroth's usual attitude toward Cloud is one of indifference and control at worst and, at best, seeing him as a somewhat worthy opponent. Even in Advent Children, when he was basically a rage-fueled golem made of Jenova cells and spite whose white hot hatred of Cloud fueled his very existence he wasn't that verbally abusive toward him. That was, to me, a big clue that something was off.

So my lowly opinion is that OG Sephiroth's motives will be transferred to Jenova in future installments while she continues to look like him and we won't find out this is what's going on until the big reveal. That will be the mystery of Sephiroth this time around.

Jenova as the new Big Bad is even scarier than Sephiroth when you think about it, because her genetic material is the source of his superhuman strength. As strong as he is, that would make her even stronger. Imagine being at the mercy of a villain that is mentally breaking you down piece by piece and can then instantly squash you like a grape once she's gotten what she wants from you.

So from here on out, I'm assuming that each appearance of Sephiroth other than Edge of Creation or similar instances is actually Jenova assuming his form.

Then there's Ore!Sephiroth. During the boss fight at the end, it's heavily implied that he is at least partially controlled by The Whispers. That also implies that the final battle wasn't entirely his choice. By being defeated in that battle, he's able to break free from our friendly neighborhood Dementor wannabes. I also theorize that he wanted to see how strong the party had become.

Fast forward to the Edge of Creation sequence, and you know that this person is very different from the person we've encountered throughout the game. Jenova induces hallucinations, but Sephiroth helps snap Cloud out of them. In the Japanese version, he uses a first-person pronoun ("ore," hence the nickname) that is personal, casual and used amongst peers, while all others use "watashi," which is impersonal and very formal. This was important enough for the folks who put together the Ultimania for the Remake to point out about him.

What I'm getting at is that all sensors indicate that this guy is actually Sephiroth, and that he has managed to shake off Jenova's influence and regained full control over his own mind (something that-again, in theory-The Whispers were trying to prevent in order to keep events chugging along as they were meant to).

Now I've seen some really good theories in my travels that say this is either pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth or a version from the future, either of whom could have traveled through time. While I love the idea of the former, I tend to favor the latter. The reason for that is for drama's sake.

Pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth gaining knowledge of future events and enlisting Cloud's help to stop them is a good storyline, but not as powerful as the other scenario. In that one, Future Sephiroth has shaken off Jenova and his personality has been able to re-emerge, but now he's wracked with guilt and shame over the things he's done and knows exactly what will happen if Jenova wins. Sure, as of the end of Advent Children she had been beaten back once again, but as long as she persists in the Lifestream, she can try again and again.

Who is to say that Future Sephiroth doesn't come from a time when she finally succeeded? The landscape at the Edge of Creation looks a lot like a barren planet after all. This is the culmination of everything he helped her do for so many years, and he sees the chance to put an end to it. But he can't do it alone.

Also, personality-wise, the latter would be more entertaining. Pre-Nibelheim was dutiful, determined and a bundle of personal and emotional issues. Future Sephiroth would be all of those things and also a bit of a giant asshole, too. Any good he does won't erase or excuse the awful things he did in the past, he will have to come to terms with that, and one doesn't just find out they were born as the result of horrific human experimentation and come out the other side of that with a winning personality. Kinda like Negan after his heel-face turn on The Walking Dead.

Finally, this being pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth doesn't make sense when you figure that if he's here, that means the destruction of Nibelheim likely didn't happen, or at least didn't happen in the way we know. This would completely change the story from the ground up, and big changes aside, the major story beats seem to be chugging along as usual. There's always the issue of alternate timelines that the story wants to play with, but it'll take a lot more theorizing power than I have to figure out how pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth would figure into that.

That's about all I've got right now, so I'll wrap this up. If you're still reading, thank you for indulging me.

Until next time!

[evillovelust666]

Fictional World Role Play: "All Good Things Come To An End When Evil Lurks Around The Corner"

A while back Celebi and I began recruiting those who are chosen to lived in Fantasy Forest safe and protected from villains threats (from Kimba the white lion, Leo the lion, Leo Ieiri, Jungle Emperor Leo 2009, another white lion from Black Jack, Young Gin, Hiyan, Giyan, Fuji, Weed, Adult Gin, Reika, Sagwa the chinese siamese cat along with her siblings Dongwa, Sheegwa, Rudolph and Clarice Clarice's father, Mr. and Mrs. Donner, with eight of Santa's reindeer, Poke'mon, My Little Pony, 101 Dalmatians, Okami Amaterasu and her son Chibiterasu, Phineas Fox, The Lion King and The Lion Guard, Helios Pegasus, and The Last Unicorn Amalthea) to others being gifted a second chance in life (from jungle emperor Leo 1997, and Actaeon the deer) I had enough magic left to bring six more to live in Fantasy Forest we went back to the year 1985 (Gongitsune) a mother golden fox with her son still living under a borrow by the hill of the tree we walk towards them until the mother fox saw us and cover her son to protect him mother fox: "WHO ARE YOU?!? What do you want with us?!?" Gon: "Mother who are they?" mother fox: "Don't worry Gon that's a human I'll keep you safe from this threat" seeing that they speak in telepathy I sit on my knees and Celebi did the same gaining their trust me: "Don't be afraid were not here to harm you were here to help you and your son" the mother fox stay on guard being cautious me: "Please accept this peace offering as a token of friendship" I use my magic to summon different cooked meats and slowly brought it to them placing it down and backing away the mother fox sniff and took a bite she loved it and let her son have some too Gon: "Whoa! this is delicious I never taste different meat before" the mother fox looked at us and bow down her head apologizing mother fox: "I'm really sorry I thought you were one of them" me: "It's ok I'm on your side my passion are helping animals and learning what the bad kind of humans done to them cruelly, causing pain, suffering, and being spiteful to those who can't speak it makes me want to help them more from those bastards" Gon: "What's your name miss? mine is Gon and that's my mother" me: "My name is Stacy and this is Celebi the time traveler poke'mon" Celebi: "Bi bi!" mother fox: "You came from the future? what brings you two here?" me: "You see we came to show you both your fates of what's yet to come" I summon an orb and it began to projecting of what's about to happen me: "Here you see the hunters came searching for your gold fur because of it's rarity you save your son kept him hidden only for you to be killed by the hunters you sacrifice yourself keeping your son safe as for your son he's been doing well surviving on his own until he saw a village and learning the human ways began copying them after that he steals an eel in front of the villager name Hyoju because he's trying to survive off the food he found in the village Hyoju wanted to give to his sick old mother his mother subsequently dies Gon realizes his mistake and tries to make it up by secretly giving Hyoju gifts he stole, your son means well he has a kind heart although the villagers now accuse Hyoju of stealing and beat him up afterwards, Gon only gives mushrooms and nuts he collected in the forest Hyoju is grateful for the gifts, although he does not know where they come from until that tragic day Hyoju sees the fox sneaking around, and shoots him to death out of anger about the death of his mother only afterwards does he realize to his horror that the fox he just shot gave him all the mushrooms and nuts" their eyes widen learning that what's going to happen to them mother fox: "How can you help us from this horrible fate?" me: "Celebi will open a portal to your new home Fantasy Forest here everyone lives in peace and life there's bountiful food, water, and shelter and there're two protectors that helps everyone a Jungle Emperor a white lion name Kimba and an Akita name Gin leader of Ohu they'll keep you and your son safe from any threats" Gon wags his tail excitedly of their new home Gon: "Mom I believe her she gave us food and she's kind to us I would love to live in Fantasy Forest!" mother fox: "Alright will go to our new home thank you Stacy you're a human but I see deep down that you care for all animals you had a kind heart to come to the past to give us a new chance in life" me: "You're welcome anything to help mythical creatures giving a second chance" Celebi open the portal for them that leads to Fantasy Forest they were about to enter when Gon stop and looked at us Gon: "Are you coming with us Stacy?" me: "You two go on ahead we still have one more place to stop at will meet you two when were done" mother fox: "What's going to happen once we enter through this portal?" me: "You and your son's counterpart of where they died is already being played out once you enter the portal you'll both get to enjoy your new life being a family again never being apart and never being hunted ever again for this is my gift" mother fox: "Thank you Stacy and thank you Celebi we are both grateful for you saving our lives" Gon: "Oh yes thank you! thank you! now we will never be lonely again!" Celebi: "Bi bi!” as Celebi did flying flips happily me: "You're very welcome now go forth to your second chance of a new life" they both nodded and enter through the portal until it disappeared I collapse but still standing Celebi notice this and use Life Dew to help replenish my energy me: "Thank you Celebi this should be enough to go to the next past give them a token of friendship projecting of their tragic fates and leading them to their new homes" Celebi: "Biii" me: "Well let's go there's four to go" Celebi nodded and I open the portal and we enter inside there we went to the year of 1987 (The Foxes Of Chironup Island) me: "1987 never thought I get to see this that's the year I was born" Celebi: "Bi bi bi" we began our search for the four foxes of Chironup Island we stop at the part were they're reunited with their daughter from there we see them at the river I transform into my white lioness form and slowly walk towards them me: "Hey! excuse me I need to speak to all of you" the family of foxes saw me and were cautious they were about to run but Celebi was right there with them Celebi reassure them that we mean them no harm as one of the foxes began to speak telepathy Chin: "I never seen this creature before if what you're saying is true then and that she's on our side then will give you both a chance" Celebi wave to me letting me know that its alright I ran towards them seeing their kits slowly came towards me sniffing my head and they both nuzzle against me the parents were surprise at this Chibiko: "Mother she doesn't smell like any threat" Kan: "Yeah she seems nice if she wants us for something" Ken: "Ok so tell us what do you want from us?" me: "You're all in terrible danger!" they gasp at this message Chin: "In danger? from who?" me: "Follow me" they all began to follow as we all stay hidden in the tall grass I use my magic to make everyone invisible me: "There" I pointed my paw to show them and they see soldiers landing on shore with their guns and traps Ken: "Humans! what are they doing here?" me: "There here because there's going to be a war on this Island" Kan: "War?" me: "Yes humans against humans the traps they're carrying are for you because when the war breaks out they'll need a lot of furs" Chibiko: "That's awful! Mother I'm scare they want our fur!" Chin: "Don't worry Chibiko father and I will not let anything happen to you and Kan" the parents were about to get ready to attack but I crawl in front of them stopping them me: "Wait! there is another way please you have to follow us" they look at each other and were deep in thought then they agree and let us help them Ken: "Alright will follow you lead us" Chin: "Yes lead us to safety" me: "Ok this way Celebi use your magic to cover our tracks" Celebi saluted and began using magic to cover our tracks we stay in the forest and kept running until there's a borrow that leads underground from the tree we stay there and I use my magic to put a barricade spell so the soldiers won't find us me: "That should hold for a while" Chin: "Thank you for keeping us all safe" me: "However you're all not out of the woods yet" they reacted Ken: "What do you mean?" me: "We came to warn you all of your fates on what's about to happen" Chin: "What's going to happen to us?" I began to use my magic and projecting of the events that are about to happen me: "Here the soldiers began their hunt placing the traps under the grass the first victim is your son trying to hunt a frog at the river only to be shot by them they were picky about it and threw your son's body in the river" Kan gasp and nuzzle against mom while they were shock at humans being scums of the earth Ken growl at this while Chin began to tears me: "Then you're all being pursued you were all able to outrun the soldiers for a bit only for your daughter to accidently running the wrong way getting her leg in a trap you both try everything to get her out of the trap biting the chain digging up the trap but to no avail the soldiers were getting close so your father use himself as bait to distract them while your mother stay close to her your father ran as fast as he can until he's on the edge of the cliff that leads to the ocean your father fought bravely sadly he got gunned down as he fall into the ocean dead" the kits were sadden at what would have happen witnessing this while Ken shock at his fate Chibiko: "So what happen to me and mother?" me: "After the soldiers left your mother try everything to get you out of the trap but nothing didn't budge she went hunting to get you food but it's scarce and with winter on the way heartbroken of the loss of her mate and son she did everything she can to get you out of the trap she loved you very much and then it starts snowing as she stayed with you keeping you warm with her body only then sadly the daughter died from starvation, hypothermia, and the infection in the leg from the trap grief from the loss of her family she passed on in her sleep staying with her daughter until you're both buried in snow year later when spring comes your remains were nothing but white flowers that spread through the field of the forest" they all were sadden at their fate I summon a tissue and wipe their tears off of them Ken: "So you're from the future a messenger to warn us on what would happen if we take down this path" Kan: "And you came to save us?" me: "Yes were here to give you and your family of Chironup Island a second chance in life you'll all be together never apart and alone again" Chibiko: "Mother! Father! did you hear that? they come to rescue all of us from being hunted!" Chin: "Yes this is wonderful news I'll know that you're all safe" Ken: "Where will you take us?" me: "To Fantasy Forest it's a safe haven a sanctuary were everyone coexist in peace protected from any threats there's bountiful food water and shelter for everyone and there's life" they all smile at this news until I heard a stomach growl Kan: "Sorry" they all laugh and I use my magic to bring cook meats from around the world and gave it to them they all enjoy their meals and we all began to introduce ourselves Chin: "We should all introduce ourselves I'm Chin and this is my mate Ken and our kits Kan and Chibiko" me: "I'm Stacy and this is Celebi please to meet all of you" they all nodded likewise Chibiko: "So what's going to happen once we leave our home?" me: "Your counterparts of were they died is already being played in motion in the meantime will open the portal to your new home and a second chance in life" me: "Well I think it's time we get going" Chin: "Honey do you think will be ok after this?" Ken: "If Stacy and Celebi came all this way to warn us on our fates and save all of us from death I believe we should put our faiths in her" she nuzzle against her mate Chin: "You're right knowing that will be safe in our new home" Ken smile and they all nodded Celebi nodded and we began to open the portal they all got up and went right inside the portal as it open to the other side they all marvel at Fantasy Forest me: "Welcome to your new home" Chibiko and Kan: "Wow!" the families nuzzle all over me giving me their thanks Chin: "Bless you Stacy bless you for saving us" Ken: "We couldn't thank you both enough for what you did for us if there's anything you need we be honor to help you" me: "It's the least we can do" I use my magic to give Celebi red berries as a thank you gift me: "Thank you Celebi for all your help please accept these as payment" Celebi smile and took an armful eating one in enjoyment of the taste Celebi: "BI BI BI BI!!!!!" and began to fly away me: "See you later Celebi!" Celebi: "BI BI!!" and flew off into the forest me: "As a welcome to your new home here's a gift for you Kan" Kan: "Oh?" I embrace Kan's neck and began to use my magic with little I had left as it took form of a sapphire color collar with a gold bell he ran around hearing the bell he jump with excitement Kan: "Wow thank you! thank you! I love it look Chibiko now we match heh heh!" Chibiko: "Yeah!" they ran around each other while the parents smile seeing their kits happy in their new home me: "Come there's someone I would like you to meet" Ken: "Sure Stacy" Chin: "Kan! Chibiko! Stacy wants to introduce us to someone hurry up and don't wander too far" Kan and Chibiko: "Ok mother!" they catch up with their parents as I lead them further down in the part of Fantasy Forest they see all the poke'mon, my little pony, and other mythical creatures that they never seen before until by the Mystic Elm tree there the two golden foxes see us Gon: "Mom look!" she saw them and got up while Gon follows behind me: "It's ok there friends" mother fox: "Wait that voice Stacy is that you?" the Chironup Island foxes tilt their heads confused me: "Yes it's me" Gon: "What happen where's your human form?" Chin: "Wait your a human?" me: "It's a long story I'll tell you everything while I take everyone to the lake" they all agree and we continue our walk after telling everyone of my gift Ken: "So your master gave you this gift to take form in human and animal" me: "Yes I only took my animal form to make you all feel comfortable so I can gain your trust" Chin: "I see your gift does wonders and were ok if your also human I don't see any threats you would do to any of us" me: "Thank you everyone I assure my passion will always be helping animals and all that is nature" as we continue our walk the kits introduce theirselves Gon: "Hi I'm Gon" Kan: "Hey there I'm Kan and this is my sister Chibiko" Chibiko: "Nice to meet you Gon" Gon: "This is great will be best friends playing games and do all kind of fun stuff in our new homes" they all smile and nudge sides at each other the golden mother fox smile seeing Gon making new friends mother fox: "This place is perfect Gon now made new friends this is a happy ending" Chin: "A happy ending for everyone" Ken: "Seeing our kits playing makes me so happy I'm glad Stacy helped us in our dire needs" they all nodded smile and laugh as they talk and were finally at the lake me: "Alright everyone were here!" they all awed seeing different types of water poke'mon and sea ponies interacting and playing as I lead them by the lake they can see my Sakura Akamatsu human form from the reflection of the lake they were all astounding at my human form Chibiko: "Wow she's pretty isn't she mother" Chin: "Indeed a human with a kind heart and passion for all animals" there by the lake were Kimba and Young Form Gin as they watch us come towards them me: "Everyone there the protectors of Fantasy Forest Jungle Emperor Kimba and Leader of Ohu Gin" me: "Kimba Gin they are the golden foxes of Gongitsune and the family of four foxes from  Chironup Island" Kimba (1989): "Welcome to Fantasy Forest" Gin: "We are very honor to give everyone here a second chance in life" all the foxes bow down to them in respect Ken: "It's an honor to meet the King Of The Jungle and the Leader of Ohu to give us a place to live" Gin: "Indeed here there are no killing there's food for everyone so there's no need to hunt everyone here are our friends and families we may be different in species but we are one when it comes to helping to one another" Gon: "Oh that's cool" Kimba (1989): "If you have any questions feel free to ask" Chin: "What about fighting?" Gin: "Fighting is ok its to help with their exercise training sparing in respect helping others to evolve and get stronger to help increase their magic for defense and healing and protecting everyone else from villains threats" Ken: "There are villains here?" Kimba (1989): "Thankfully no the japanese windchimes are there to protect all that is nature of any lands they keep everyone here safe no villains hasn't come here since they've been too busy targeting humans in the cities" Gin: "So you're all safe here" they all sigh in relief as I lay down on my stomach they all notice and were concern Gon: "Stacy! are you alright?" me: "Don't worry everyone I'm just tired use up all my energy recruiting everybody to come to Fantasy Forest with Celebi's help I'm taking my catnap in the meantime Kimba and Gin can show you around help you learn and see if you need anything" Chibiko: "Ok will let you rest and thank you again for saving us" mother fox: "All of us thank you Stacy" they all gave me a group hug while the kits headbutt and nuzzle me me: "You're (yawn) welcome" and I doze off exhausted from saving those who are chosen Kimba (1989): "Will let her rest come there's a lot of land to see and sites to show you all around" and with that they all left to get adjusted to their new home

present day: I'm in the backyard paying my respect and prayers to three spots of the pet cemetery when a portal open and three kits came through it they saw me and walk sitting on each side of me while wagging their tails curiously Kan: "Hey Stacy what are you doing?" me: "Sending prayers to my babies letting them know that I still miss everyone" Gon: "Can we join you?" me: "That's very thoughtful of all of you yes you can pay their respect" the first pet cemetery is in the far left corner where there's a chain fence and a large circle of dirt were some of them were buried as Gon learn to put two paws together to pray like a person Kan and Chibiko try to do the same but fumble I notice and use my magic to help them do that temporary as now Kan and Chibiko can send their prayers with their paws together the second pet cemetery is by an old rotting shed they were buried in the front as we continue sending our prayers Chibiko: "Wow this shed sure is falling apart" me: "In time it will be tear down things had to change around here" and the last one is on the side from the shed there a tombstone engrave Yoshi on it along with my lionhead rabbit Kiara keeping her company in their graves after finishing up I ask me: "So what brings you here?" Kan: "You promise that you'll take us site seeing of the 9th generation poke'mon that finally showed up after you told us stories that you spotted a few of them" me: "I did now with that month here they finally came out and are roaming about your all ready for this as promise?" they all jumped around and cheer in excitement Gon Chibiko Kan: "YAY! WERE GOING! WERE GOING!" I followed them to the open portal as we went through I ask in concern me: "How did you kits open the portal to my home?" Kan: "We ask Thistle to open a portal for us so we can see you and for the promise" me: "Ah that's explain it" and so we all began site seeing the 9th generation Poke'mon from Paldea we all saw 106 new Poke'mon from paldean forms of Tauros and Wooper to new evolved forms of Dunsparce, Primeape, Bisharp, and Girafarig we all watch past paradox forms and future paradox forms roaming different areas of their surroundings the kits aww and whoah at their sizes and forms there in the South Province Area there were two legenday pokemon battling each other Koraidon and Miraidon Chibiko: "Wow look at that!" Gon: "Yeah look at how they counter attack each other!" they fought for a while until both their stomach growl they both tilt their heads at their stomach me: "This is a golden opportunity to make new friends with them" I use my magic to summon bento boxes of berries and Poke'mon treats as there each wrap in a picnic like cloth I gave them each of the kits to carry them as we all walk slowly towards them Koraidon and Miraidon notice us and stay on guard me: "Don't be scare we couldn't help but heard you're both hungry so please accept this as a token of friendship" we drop them in front of Koraidon and Miraidon and I open the picnic cloth bento boxes of berries and Poke'mon treats and we all backed away slowly to make them feel comfortable they both kneel down sniff the four bento boxes and dug right in they eyes went starry at the taste and gobble it all down when there done they came up to us sniff us and they gave us kisses and nuzzle as we gain their trust Kan: "(laughing) hey that tickles!" Gon: "(giggling)" after they gave us their nuzzle and kisses Koraidon was nudging my shoulder to get his attention me: "Huh? what is it Koraidon?" he went to a tree break off a branch and starts drawing with its mouth in a squiggly line Chibiko: "What is it?" I took a closer look at the detail me: "It looks like a sandwich oh! you love sandwiches" Koraidon nodded excited at that response me: "Ok I'll fix that up" I use my magic and summon a classy sandwich and gave it to Koraidon he gently ate it from my hand and thank me me: "Now I know that your favorite food is sandwiches" Koraidon made happy noises   I bow down to Koraidon and Miraidon as the kits did the same me: "Oh noble legendary Koraidon and Miraidon I'm here to give you a gift a place call Fantasy Forest here you'll all be safe from poachers and any evil threats that comes to harm you please spread this message to every Poke'mon of Paldea of a sanctuary and a safe haven were life flourish for everyone" Koraidon and Miraidon nodded and they agree that they'll spread the message to every Poke'mon of Paldea of a wonderful sanctuary as were now friends and they ran off to begin their mission I open the portal that leads to Fantasy Forest and we all went inside Gon: "Whoa that was awesome! did you see the future paradox forms? they were so cool!" Kan: "Yeah and the way they battle so awesome!" Chibiko: "The past paradox forms were amazing there like ancestors to certain Poke'mon" as we walk throughout Fantasy Forest talking and laughing at what we encounter and witness I pick up the three kits held them close and began running they cheer telling me to go faster and then I jump to the highest tree leaping from branch to branch Gon: "WHOOOOO this is fun!" Chibiko: "Higher Stacy Higher!" as I jump landing on the last sturdy branch I place the kits down as we watch the scenery Kan: "Hey Stacy do that signature that Mordecai and Rigby do" Chibiko: "Yeah do it Stacy!" they all cheer excitedly of wanting me to do that me: "Alright alright here goes" I lift my hand in the air and made it the loudest me: "Ooohh!" then the kits joined in lifting their paws to do just like Mordecai and Rigby Chibiko Kan Gon: "Ooohh!" and we all did it together me Chibiko Kan Gon: "Ooohh!" we all laugh until we heard someone from the distance Bert Raccoon: "YYYYYAAAAAHHHHHOOO!!!!" we look and there's Bert Raccoon tarzan swinging from vine to vine me: "Hey it's Bert! hi Bert!" Bert Raccoon: "Hey Stacy watch this I'm going to do a somersault!" he grab another vine and did a somersault landed perfectly on the sturdy branch the kits cheer wagging their tails me: "Huzzah amazing landing Bert! Bert Raccoon: "Yeah if it wasn't for the friendship medallion you gave me I wouldn't been able to make the impossible possible" me: "So how are you doing Bert?" Bert Raccoon: "I'm doing good I was about to head to the city to do some shopping you want to come?" the three kits wagging their tails excitedly ask me Chibiko: "Oh can we come too Stacy please?" Gon: "Please Stacy we promise we won't wander off" Kan: "Pretty please?" they all gave me starry eyes I couldn't say no but their protection is the utmost importance me: "Alright you can all come" Gon Kan Chibiko: "Yay!!!" me: "Lend me your paws" they all place their paws on my hand as I began to use my magic as their paws began glowing in rainbows me: "In the name of all that is nature within thee protect them" me: "There with this magic you'll be protected from any evil threats as long as you stay with me and Bert you all promise not to wander off" they all gave me a hug and vow Gon: "We promise Stacy we will not wander off" Kan: "Thank you for letting us go with you" I smile and we all went to the city Bert took us to the café the kits marvel at the goodies and I took out my wallet to paid but Bert place his hand on my shoulder Bert: "Let me do this you've done so much for your friends and everyone you cared for I insist" me: "Alright but the next stop we pay together" Bert Raccoon: "Agree" we shook hands after paying for the next goodies the kits smile enjoying the new tastes from different variety Chibiko: "Mmmm this is good!" Kan: "I still taste the creamy center in this cake!" Gon: "Oh wow look at the size of this chocolate cover strawberry!" as they each share their goodies to each other Bert pull out his phone and began to took pictures of us laughing posing in each store we went enjoying the treats of each store Gon: "Thank you for letting us bring these treats home for our parents I'm sure they'll love this" me: "Your welcome but you should also thank Bert he also help paying for your treats since we did this together" Chibiko Gon Kan: "Thank you Bert" Bert Raccoon: "(chuckle) Your welcome it's fun to do this with your friends" as Bert carry the treats in a backpack that I summon for him to place them in we all continue to laugh and talk until I stopped in my tracks feeling something Kan notice and call everyone Kan: "Hey Stacy stopped" they all looked in concern Bert Raccoon: "Stacy you okay?" Chibiko: "Why did you stop?" I turn my head and a drop of sweat went down from the side of my head my eyes went wide when I see the familiar red limousine as I began to make haste catching up to them me: "Bert pick up Kan I'll pick up Gon and Chibiko" Bert Raccoon: "What is it?" me: "Someone's here" as we began to pick up the kits and began to walk I let them know me: "Don't look back and don’t pay attention that's how they ensnare you! you must keep walking in order to avoid them and to not make contact" the limousine was still in pursuit catching up me: "RUN!" we all made a run for it going from street after street until we bolted to the corner I spotted a clothing store knowing that will be safe in there me: "Over there!" we all ran inside that store and breathe heavy as we place the kits down me: "We should be safe here will wait until the cost is clear" Gon: "What happen back there?" me: "When I saw the red limousine with the hearts on it that's how I know that it's Valentino's limousine" they all gasp hearing this Bert Raccoon: "How did he get into this world?" as we walk throughout the store me: "He must've found a way to make access to other dimensions like a book or a scroll of spells for all I know he found something to get here" Kan: "Will be safe here right Stacy?" me: "Yeah will played it out for now let's have a fashion spree!" the kits smile and we all began to put on different clothes as Bert took pictures making more memories the kits wearing hats and different shirts while Chibiko has different jewelries on her and me and Bert trying out different outfits as time went by I looked out the door and there's no limousine me: "Ok it's all clear" we went outside as I open the portal to Bert's home of Evergreen Forest and went inside coming out from the other side of the portal Bert Raccoon: "I'll take the kits back to Fantasy Forest your ok making your way home?" me: "Yeah I got it from here thanks for the fun time Bert I'm glad we all had laughs and making memories" as Bert gave me a hug I return the hug back and then the kits they all jump on me nuzzling me giving me their hugs Gon: "Thanks again for this adventure can't wait to tell mom on what we did today!" Kan: "And mother and father are going to love the foods you both bought for them!" we all wave goodbye as I watch them enter to another forest until there gone I open the portal back to the city and it's the evening the sun setting as I'm walking on the sidewalk until the red limousine follow right next to me I stopped as the red limousine halt right next to me the door open and I see the heart-shape sunglasses with that sinister grin Valentino: "Hey there Baby Cakes it's been a while why don't you come inside give Valentino some company?" he chuckle evilly waving his finger as a come here sign I nodded and went inside the limousine I'm sitting right next to him me: "Hi Valentino how did you found a way to get access to here?" Valentino: "I found a way" he laugh best not to keep pushing on the same question Valentino: "Mind if I smoke?" me: "Sure that's fine" he pull out his cigarette light it up and began smoking as he blew the smoke on me I felt the hand of red smoke caressing me as I struggle smelling a little of it and breathe very slowly without consuming it he lean up against me and ask in my ear Valentino: "I saw you walking with someone why did you run away?" I look into his eyes behind those heart-shape sunglasses and told him me: "I can't tell you I had my reasons" keeping my friend and the kits safe is all I care about as Valentino place his cigarette on the ashtray out of nowhere he grab my throat pinning me down on the seat while his lower arms hold me down as his tone went demonic while growling at me   Valentino: "I WILL NOT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as I'm gagging I was able to move my hand and place it on his arm and told him again me: "I (gag) will not (gag) tell you on that (gag) subject (gag) punish me all you want (gag) no matter how much you hurt me!" he kept choking me until he saw my eyeballs rolling back knowing that he will not get an answer from me he let go of his grip on my throat as I'm coughing while he went back to his smoking looking through his phone as I move further away feeling the bruises on my throat from him the silence went on for a while as Valentino looked at my form and saw the hand marks on my throat he put his phone down and place the cigarette back in the ashtray again and crawl towards me Valentino: "Aw looks like I left my hand prints on you" he touch my neck as I flinch scare of it he grin enjoying my reaction he went to his ice chest and pull out an ice cube he place it in his mouth and began moving the ice cube on my throat as the ice melts slowly wetting my shirt he kept on doing this with a few more ice cubes I feel the cold numbing were my throat was strangle and each ice cubes melts his long tongue slither all over my neck making me gasp from his touch a string of salvia drip on my neck from his mouth as he place his hand on my face making me stare at him Valentino: "So you said I can punish you all I want?" I nodded as his grin grew wider Valentino: "Then as punishment you'll be helping me with a porn shoot with Angel do you agree?" me: "Yes Valentino" Valentino: "Good set a course back to Hell to the Porn Studio we got a shooting to film!" a mysterious dark magic open the portal sending us back to Hell meanwhile inside the Porn Studio he was having a word with Angel as I'm waiting outside the door until there were screaming and noises I open the door and see Angel on the ground but no bruises thankfully as Valentino was about to hit Angel raising his fist I ran towards Valentino catching him by surprise and began kissing him my hand slowly touching his pants as he purrs from this me: "Whatever you two were arguing about I said I'll take the punishment" as I grind my body up and down on him hearing him moan and chuckle at what I'm doing me: "I wouldn't mind if your in the shooting too" licking his lips letting his four arms grope my body and I lean my lips against his and spoke in a seductive tone me: "Valentino" as I continue kissing him Angel watch as this continues hearing our moans as a string of salvia left from my mouth as he look at Angel Valentino: "I'll let this slide Angel only because this cute lovely plaything is keeping me calm without me putting bruises on ya" Angel Dust: "Yes Val" Valentino: "Good now then let's start filming!" as the shooting starts me and Angel both naked began sucking on Valentino's cock as he moans from our tongues as he came we both share his cum in our mouths licking and moaning as I went back to his balls while Angel and Valentino were kissing each other then they started kissing me as Angel saw the bruises on my neck from Valentino and began licking it I gasp saying his name while Valentino went to my cunt and began sticking his tongue inside changing positions giving each other pleasures then I'm on top of Angel while Valentino fucks my ass we kept going after each cum until the final scene as Angel grab my throat pinning me to the ground while fucking me seeing his twisted face while he cackles Angel Dust: "Say ahh" me: "Ahh" and he kept saying that word while his tongue sticking out Angel Dust: "Say ahh" me: "AAHH ahhhh!" Angel Dust: "Say ahhh!" as he came inside me my eyes rolling back again as I cum in climax me: "AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" as the shooting ends he let go of my throat as I'm choking and coughing gasping to breathe I got up trying to get to a couch but started to feel dizzy and fall only to be caught by Valentino’s four arms as I'm unconscious breathing slowly as he handed my body to Angel Valentino: "That will be all for today you can take the night off Angel and she'll pay you when she wakes up" Angel Dust: "Thank you Val" as Valentino move my hair looking at my unconscious form and place a kiss on my lips Valentino: "Thank you for accepting your punishment Stacy" as he laugh while leaving the room Angel got dress and place a towel over me taking me back to the Hazbin Hotel in his suite placing me on the bed while he showers I rested for a bit until I woke up seeing the bruises on my neck I sigh and looked only for Alastor to be there with his wide smile me: "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Angel heard this and open the door seeing Alastor right next to me Angel Dust: "THE FUCK ALASTOR?!?! scaring the living shits out of her!!" Alastor: "I'm sorry my effeminate fellow I couldn't help but notice the hand marks on her lovely neck" as he place his hand on my neck feeling the pulse I gasp Alastor: "Are you alright mon amour?" he leans against me I blush while answer me: "Yy Yeah I'm fine it'll take a while for my throat to heal" Alastor: "Splendid! now Angel would you mind if she use your shower?" Angel Dust: "Sure the water is still warm have at it Stacy" me: "Hey Master Angel?" Angel Dust: "Yeah?" I summon 7 briefcases of money and place them on his nightstand me: "Here as payment" he came up to the other side of the bed and pat my head while I blush from his touch Angel Dust: "Thanks toots" and kiss my cheek enjoying this hearing my reaction Angel Dust: "I'm heading down to the bar you two be good" me: "Uh mmmm (yeah)" while Alastor nodded as Angel left the room leaving me with Alastor I notice I'm naked so I told Alastor me: "Hey um I'm naked just letting you know but I'll wrap myself in a towel so you feel comfortable" Alastor: "How very polite" as I walk towards Angel's bathroom took the towel off and my socks off I went inside the shower the hot water hitting my hair until I heard the door open and Alastor came in taking his clothes off and went inside the shower startling me me: "AH Master Alastor! I thought you don't do this kind of thing!" but felt his hands moving all over my body slowly making me gasp moan Alastor: "I couldn't stand it seeing you all alone it makes my hunger crave you more" as he began speaking in french ensnaring my heart in a trap while he embrace me in a sinister passionate kiss moaning from him touching me and whisper sweet nothingness into my ear Alastor: "I will never let you go ma chérie" he cackle twistedly as we stay in an embrace under the warm shower

[yutahoes]

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main characters: ex-yakuza! husband! Yuta Nakamoto, office worker! wife! Y/N other character: co-worker! Moon Taeil word count: 1.5k words genre: fluff, an attempt to write humor summary: Yuta as a househusband. warnings: mentioned yakuza themes, inspired by the anime ‘Gokushufudou’

CZENNIES’ ANIME BOY BIRTHDAY PROJECT - DAY 21

The Nakamoto clan had always been known as the most powerful yakuza family in Osaka. Generations after generations, they lead to fear in the streets of Japan. They were the wealthiest, strongest yakuza family known to man.

That was until two years ago and the whole yakuza clan just disappeared without a trace. They said the whole family was wiped out by another yakuza clan. Another claimed that the head was sent to prison while some say that the son of the current head died in a car accident. But the real reason isn’t as gore as what others think.

Yuta slid the knife out of its case, making sure that it’s sharp to use by gliding his callous finger on the side. Once he felt the pain of the simple cut, he threw the piece of meat on the chopping board and started stabbing it. He made small slices, making him chuckle at the perfection he had done.

The perfect slices of beef misono.

Using his chopsticks, he started beating the egg to make the egg rolls she loves. He filled the bento with rice, even making the sausages into little octopus.

The perfect lunchbox. For his perfect working wife.

True, the head of their yakuza family ended up in prison after being framed up for the crime he didn’t commit but he was also the one who advised his son to leave the illegal and dangerous world of yakuza. To create his own destiny.

Then, he fell in love.

“Yuta!” his wife called, running down the stairs of their small home. He even shouted for her to be careful or she might trip herself. “I forgot I have a meeting today. I’m late.” She’s already wearing her shoes when he went out of the kitchen with his apron on.

“But…” The door was already closed before he can even greet her. She already left. “You didn’t kiss me good morning or goodbye yet.” He whispered while pouting. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden realization that she forgot her lunch.

Yuta sighed, wiping his rough hands on the apron. Maybe he’ll just deliver it to her office after he’s done with the laundry. He stretched his tattoo-clad arms to begin his day. Yuta started loading the laundry in the washing machine, separating the whites and colored shirts. He even removed her bra from the pile of clothes to hand wash them. He started sweeping the floors, making sure to clean the crooks of the room, and even wiping the large shelves. Before he could hang the clothes to dry, he had already mopped the floor.

The clock showed that its ten minutes past twelve. Y/N’s lunchtime. He didn’t even get to message her as he hurried to her office building to deliver her lunch.

He stopped the roaring motorcycle in front of the entrance of the building, removing his helmet and taking the pink lunch bag. The guard gulped seeing him, his neck and arm tattoo showing as well as the scars on his face. “What…” the guard stuttered, “What do you need?”

Yuta hissed, the look of fear. With his uninterested gaze, he handed the pink bag to the other guy. “Give this to Y/N of the Finance Department.” Yuta was about to turn back when he heard a voice calling for him.

His face remained stoic that the guard had to visibly put a hand above his holster. He looked surprised when Y/N hugged him. “Yuta,” she said cutely. “I’m sorry for leaving early.” How can he get mad at her if she looks like this? “What are you doing here?”

“Bento.” he handed him the lunch bag.

The girl pouted. “I already ate lunch though.” She gestured to her co-worker who treated her for lunch, introducing him as Moon Taeil. The guy awkwardly held a hand out but Yuta just glared at him. “This is Yuta Nakamoto, my husband.”

“Nakamoto?” The guard asked, gulping once again. Y/N nodded, even telling them that he’s using the Nakamoto surname for months now. “Did you know that he’s a yakuza?”

Yuta smirked when Taeil whipped his head at her then at him. Y/N nodded, looking curious. “Do you also know?” She asked innocently, making the two other guys look at her in surprise.

“I have to go back home. I haven’t hung your bra yet.” Y/N lightly slapped Yuta’s arm for saying that out loud. She bid farewell but he only stayed in his place that confused her. “Well, you didn’t kiss me goodbye earlier.” He said in a soft voice that made her smile, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for bringing lunch. I’ll eat this later.” She said with a grin before getting inside the building while walking next to her co-worker.

What was his name again? Moon Taeil? Moon? Is he part of the Yakuza clan in Jeju? Or the Moon family from Gangnam? Co-workers? They’re just co-workers, right?

What if that guy is a good cook? Who doesn’t need three eggs to make the perfect egg roll? What is he’s good at sweeping the floors that even the cobwebs at the corner of the wall is gone? What if he knows how to remove stains in clothes? He already lost to a washing machine once, he cannot lose again. What if he knows how to make Y/N’s coffee in the morning? He cannot let that happen. He’s the only one who can know how warm and sweet she wanted her coffee to be.

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“You’re here again,” Y/N claimed, obviously surprised that her husband is here. She said goodbye to her co-workers who only looked at her in worry. Yuta glared at Taeil who looked scared. Good, he smirked, assert your ownership.

“I’m going to the supermarket to buy groceries. Do you want to come with me?”

Y/N looked surprised. “You never bring me to the grocery before…”

“Do you want to come or not?” She nodded, grinning at him.

His wife looked like a young child inside the candy store, eyes sparkling as she walked beside him. He should bring her to the groceries more often. “Can we get a cola?” she asked, putting a large bottle of cola in the cart he’s pushing. “Oh and ice cream.”

“You still have cola in the fridge.”

“That’s half-empty.”

“It’s half-full.” he scolded, putting back the bottle. “Besides, too much cola is bad for you.” The girl pouted before taking the cola again and returning it to the cart.

The man sighed. He was reminded of why he doesn’t want to bring her grocery shopping.

“Can we buy this?” she asked holding a huge bag of snacks.

“No,” he said flatly which made her pout.

Y/N was holding a penguin décor, smiling widely at Yuta. “Then, can we buy this?”

“Not in the list.”

Pouting, she just followed him as he took the things from the list of grocery items. “Hey,” Yuta called in a hoarse voice at the woman arranging the canned goods on the shelf. “Where can I get those white powder stuff?”

The girl looked surprised before taking her phone from inside the pocket of her apron. “We don’t sell that here.”

“Oh, he meant the flour.” Y/N immediately corrected, smiling at the girl. They were pointed at aisle four and she thanked her before following her husband.

Once they finished shopping, with little bickering on whether to buy the popsicle Y/N is holding or not, the cashier gave them a coupon for a raffle that made the girl excited. She even claimed that they won that because of the popsicle that made the guy purse his lips.

The mechanics are plain simple, they just needed to roll the wheel and let luck decide on it. “We can win a trip to Hawaii.” she claimed, pointing at the grand prize written on the wheel.

“Or a vacuum cleaner.” Yuta corrected.

He was surprised to see the old woman manning the booth. She was a Madame from a rival yakuza. Why is she working here? “Oh, Nakamoto,” she claimed that surprised Y/N. As cheerful as she is, she greeted the older woman and introduced herself as Yuta’s wife. “So from what yakuza clan are you?”

“I’m not,” she claimed innocently, smiling widely. “But I’m glad to know one of my husband’s friends.”

“We’re not friends,” they said at the same time that startled her.

Y/N smiled at the woman, asking if they can start playing the game. Yuta let her roll the wheel, repeatedly saying that it should land on the vacuum cleaner. The older woman looked at the wheel as it slowed down then it stopped, making her laugh. She handed the prize to the grinning girl before smirking at the guy, “I think you just lost, Nakamoto-san.”

“No,” he said in a low voice. “The real reward is seeing my wife’s smile.”

His wife hit him with the penguin plush she just won, “Yah! Stop saying such cheesy things.”