#stealth grow box

[stargirlygirl]

Lads walkingvin on mc pleasuring themselves with sex toys they didn't know she had

star girl's initial words: thank you so much for requesting! hope you like this one. i've seen writers do this prompt before, so my apologies if i have nothing new to add. ALSO there's no raf as our relationship is tricky😔

they catch you during solo time

⭑.ᐟ caleb

i imagine you're sprawled out on your shared bed and caleb's been working a lot recently. when the colonel comes home, his sharp ears instantly pick up on your quiet gasps and moans.

he's in stealth mode as he creeps down the hallway and peers at you through the ajar bedroom door. pathetic. were you so needy you couldn't even close it? he thinks. but those thoughts fade as soon as he sets those tired sunset eyes on you.

oh, you naughty girl.

your lip is drawn between your teeth as you pump a pretty pink dildo in and out of your pussy. your slick glistens in the late afternoon light, covering your inner thighs and the lucky sex toy between them.

caleb groans low, palming his growing bulge through his too-tight trousers. he watches your back arch and hand stutter, burying the dildo deep in your cunt. the sweetest whimpers cascade from your lips, caleb's name slipping out amongst them.

he's already storming into the room before he can stop himself.

the colonel grabs your hand and wrenches it off the dildo. your eyes snap wide open, and your chest heaves.

"caleb!" you exclaim, trying to sit up, but you're still full of the toy. his other gloved hand presses the centre of your chest down, effectively pinning you to the mattress.

"what's this, pips?" letting go of your hand, he grips the base of the dildo and draws it out of your snug walls. you let out a soft moan, gnawing on your lower lip once more as you stare up at your partner.

"miss me, huh?" he asks cockily, sliding the dildo back in at an agonisingly slow pace. you nod energetically. his hand on your chest trails up, his leather-coated fingers tangling in your hair. he pushes your head up while kneeling on the bed, your foreheads touching while he fucks you with the toy.

he breathes out, "i missed you, too, honey. but this isn't fair. you can't do this without me." you whine as he pulls the drenched dildo out in one go. your arousal drips onto the bed.

caleb frowns. the dildo doesn't look anything like his cock. it's thinner and longer.

he asks, jealousy tinging his voice, "am i not good enough?"

"no!" you blurt out, reaching for the dildo, but he tosses it over his shoulder like a piece of trash.

"caleb!" you whine. but you don't have time to scold him before your massive boyfriend is climbing on top of you. shoes on the bed and everything, he cages you in.

"don't i make you feel good? are you bored of me?" he interrogates you, his eyes betraying his hurt. they look glassy in the sun's final rays.

you shake your head panically and insist, "no! that's not it, baby. i've-i've had this one for ages, i swear! n' i love how you make me feel. always make me feel so good, babe."

closing the distance between you, caleb catches your lips in a fiery kiss. he kisses you like he's trying to devour you and prove a point at the same time— that he can satisfy you in ways no one else can. especially wayyyyy more than some fuck ass dildo that doesn't even deserve to go near your sacred cunt.

all night long, caleb demonstrates just how attentive of a partner he can be. of course, while still in his uniform.

⭑.ᐟ xavier

you recently bought this new sex toy that you've been dying to try out. with xavier crashed out on the couch, you turn off the movie you two were watching and sneak off to your bedroom.

pulling the rabbit vibrator out of the box, you check the instructions and make sure everything is in working order before turning it on. it's low buzz echoes throughout the room, making heat pool in your tummy. stripping off your shorts and panties, you flop on the bed and start teasing yourself with the vibrator.

it's only been a few minutes of having the long part nestled deep in your cunt when the bedroom door softly creaks open.

in peers a sleeply xavier, one slender hand rubbing his eyes while he murmurs, "i heard a buzzing, love. is everything okay—" your eyes lock, and you frantically pull the vibrator out and turn it off.

"xavier!" you squeal grabbing the covers the hiking them up over your body. your poor boyfriend, he just stands here, wide-eyed in the doorway.

you grumble from beneath the quilt, "babe! go away!" it's quiet for another minute or so before you feel the space next to you sink with xavier's weight. you clutch the covers for dear life, but he pries them away from your hands.

your face is flushed as you stare up at your partner. his big eyes rest on you, his lips slightly pouty.

he says softly, "you could have told me you wanted my attention."

you shake your head and admit, "i wanted to try out my new toy, babe."

"oh," he mumbles, glancing away momentarily. feeling guilty, you place your hand on his bent thigh and squeeze it.

"xav," you call quietly. the only sound that can be heard is the rain pattering against the windows.

he gazes back down at you and offers, "why don't we try it out together?" sitting up, you fish around for the toy beneath the quilt.

"you sure you don't mind?" you ask, your hand closing around the handle. he hums in agreement as you pull it out.

grinning, you inform him, "it's a bunny, like you." he stares at the sex toy quizzically.

"what?" he asks. you laugh as you kick the covers off and shuffle over to him. he takes the toy from you while you spin around and sit on his lap, your back against his chest. grabbing his wrist, you bring the vibrator down to your pussy.

"let me show you how it works..."

⭑.ᐟ sylus

the crime overlord shows up at your linkon apartment unannounced, only to find you moaning his name with a bullet vibrator on your clit. your eyes are closed, head thrown back as the constant buzz takes you to a higher dimension.

sylus chuckles cockily, "what a warm welcome kitten." your eyes shoot open and immediately find your partner taking a seat at the end of your bed. you remove the vibrator from your clit and fumble to turn it off.

his deep voice interrupts your efforts, "please, sweetie. go on. pretend i'm not even here." you're too pleasure-drunk to come up with a witty remark to hopefully wipe that stupid smirk off his face. so you just lie back, eyeing him cautiously as you flick your vibrator back on and pick the sole setting every girl needs.

"you sure?" you ask breathily, spreading your legs wide for your boyfriend. he nods, still grinning arrogantly. you run the small vibrator through your folds, wetting it thoroughly before pressing the tip on your clit. a moan tears through your throat, jagged as your free hand cups your breast beneath your tank top.

sylus observes the slight tremble in your legs and how your back arches as you alternate between pinching your nipples. the vibrator never falters; it provides the kind of consistency men often struggle to.

nonetheless, you miss your partner's strong, rough hands on you. you miss those thick fingers curling up into your g-spot, and his hot mouth sucking on your sensitive bud.

"sy," you whimper, removing the vibrator from your pussy and switching it off.

"something wrong, kitten?" he teases, but you notice the strain in his voice.

sitting upright, you pout at him, "please, baby. 's no fun without you." he chuckles richly before standing up and making his way over to you. his black leather pants can't conceal his hardening length, that's for sure.

leaning down, you hold his cheeks and draw him into a loving kiss. you two haven't seen each other for days.

drawing back, you pant, "missed you, sy. need you." you cling to his leather jacket and pull him down onto the bed. his large frame engulfs yours as your lips and tongues dance the line between love and lust.

"please," you mewl into his mouth. separating, spit connects your swollen lips.

your boyfriend chuckles, "what do you need from me, sweetie?" the glittering ropes snap as you draw in a sharp breath, your eyes hungrily gazing at his lips.

"need all of you, sy. in me, till sunrise," you whine. he hums low, the sound caught in his throat. coming in close, he captures your lips in another heated kiss and vows to fulfil your every desire.

⭑.ᐟ zayne

pleasure shoots through your body, the clitoral suction vibrator doing everything and more to your swollen nub. you're unable to stifle your moans as the bedroom door is quietly pushed open.

zayne's head peaks in, his sleep-deprived hazels wandering over you. he gulps, his gaze narrowing in on the toy in your hand. heat flares in his lower tummy, your broken whimpers fuelling the blood rushing to his cock.

unintentionally, your boyfriend swings the door wide open. the hinges squeak, and so do you as you notice him standing there.

"zayne!" he strides in, seeming as calm and collected as ever while his eyes shift to the vanity.

"sorry, my love. i didn't mean to disturb you," he murmurs, undoing his beige waistcoat. reaching the wardrobe, zayne's back is to you as he starts undressing.

hearing the buzz stop, he urges you on, "please, keep going. i'll only take a minute." the sheets rustle and soon enough, your warm, bare body presses into your lover's from behind. your arms encircle his hips, fingers toying with his belt buckle.

"zaynie," you coo. he turns in your grasp and cups your cheeks, his white shirt half-unbuttoned.

you grin sweetly, "i missed you. will you please come to bed?" zayne's cool thumb strokes your cheekbone soothingly as he thinks over your proposal.

he clarifies, "don't you want some alone time, dear?" you shake your head while keeping your eyes on his.

"i want you," you respond breathily. standing on your tippy-toes, you pull your boyfriend into a hungry kiss. pushing your body flush against his, you giggle into his mouth at the hardness poking into your stomach.

breaking the kiss, you ask smugly, "how long were you watching me?"

pink dusts zayne's cheeks as he rasps out, "not very long."

"and you're already this worked up?" you tease. your lover sighs, but a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"i'm afraid you have that kind of effect on me, darling," he admits. chortling softly, you draw him into another tender kiss— one of many tonight.

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star girl's final words: random lore drop for today is that i love the sound of music, and sylus's line is inspired by/adapted from gayorg's when he finds maria sitting alone at night (just before something good).

[afreakforyautja]

Trapped (yautja x human)

Part 2

(I was originally going to keep this as just a little prompt, but your support meant the world to me. So here it is! Part 2 💚)

Read Part 1 | Part 3 💚

The battle unfolded in front of you, the xenomorph looking like it had the upper hand. The yautja had no armor, no weapons, but it was fighting back hard, using its talons to stab at the xeno and shove it away.

When the xenomorph finally had the yautja pinned to the floor, its inner jaw (something you’d studied countless times and always found horrifying) extended out of its mouth. That’s when you thought: this is your chance to run.

You bolted out of the lab, smacking your hand against the panel to shut the door behind you. You didn’t look back. You didn’t want to. You just searched desperately for someone, anyone, (preferably human) who could help you.

That’s when the worst realization hit you: everyone was gone. They must’ve evacuated the moment the yautja escaped.

At the end of the corridor, you saw blood. Red blood. There had been a fight. But it wasn’t the yautja’s, otherwise the floor would be painted in that neon green you’d come to recognize so well.

You ran, lungs burning, mind blank, trying to think of anything -anything- that could help you survive. But panic had a grip on your brain, and you couldn’t think fast enough.

The facility was still under lockdown, but then… the doors started opening. All of them. At once. You knew you had only minutes before something worse found you, something that had already taken out the guards at the far end of the base.

You forced yourself to take a breath and closed your eyes. One image came to mind: the most secure room in the entire facility. The place the yautja had been held. It wouldn’t go back there, no way.

You remembered exactly where the room was and sprinted toward it, hoping you could get inside and lock it before it was too late.

You turned left down another corridor… more red stains. More blood. You couldn’t understand how the yautja had escaped and managed to injure so many people on the way out.

No bodies, though. Maybe they’d gotten away, wounded, but alive.

The door to the room stood open, like every other door. You tried not to think too hard about why the alarms had stopped or why everything was unlocked.

Had the yautja figured out the system? Or had the situation been “contained”?

You didn’t care. You rushed inside and went straight for the glass chamber where the yautja had been kept unconscious.

You knew how strong that thing was, nothing could break it. Not even another alien.

The chamber door was open. You slipped inside and sealed it behind you.

It was small, you couldn’t fully sit down if you tried. It had been designed to hold the yautja upright, strapped at the back.

The only problem now was that you were completely visible. If anything walked in, you were a glowing target in a glass box. No cover, nowhere to hide.

Still, the door was locked. You could feel the humid air around you, engineered to mimic the yautja’s natural environment.

You waited. And waited.

Then… movement. A shadow crossed the lab’s entrance. You froze.

You knew how silent these creatures were, perfect hunters. No footsteps. No sound. You’d always found their stealth fascinating. Studying the yautja had taught you that much.

Over the last few months, you’d gotten familiar with this specific specimen. You were certain it was male. But you still referred to it as “the yautja”. The last thing you wanted was to start feeling attached.

The growing shadow at the doorway snapped you out of your thoughts. You crouched down again, trying to make yourself small. Hoping (somehow) it wouldn’t see you.

But how could it not? You were in a damn glass chamber!

The yautja stepped into the room. Its movements were slow, calculated. Silent as always.

Then you saw it, green blood dripping from its left shoulder. The xenomorph must’ve gotten in a bite after all.

For a second, you felt a strange kind of relief. You weren’t dealing with a xenomorph anymore, you were facing something that at least recognized you.

The yautja turned its head. Looked at you. Then looked away…

Just… ignored you. Like you weren’t a threat. Or worth bothering with.

And honestly, that was fine by you. Even if it wanted to get to you, it couldn’t break through the glass.

Probably.

[neeeooon]

Hii how are you? Hope you're well! When I started out on Blue Lock, I thought kaiser had pink hair dye instead of blue. So i thought about reader insisting on dying his hair but got bored of blue and dyed his hair pink. without his permission

LMAOOOO reader is so dead :’) jkjkjk

“oh no, not blue. make it pink!”

michael kaiser x gn!reader. crack, slightly suggestive at the end. cussing

“let me do it this time?”

“no.”

“please?”

“absolutely not.”

you pouted. kaiser crossed his arms tightly over his chest. you gave him the most pathetic puppy eyes you could manage. kaiser sighed. “fine. but don’t do anything crazy.”

kaiser was planning to fix up the ends of his hair since the blue wasn’t very vibrant anymore, and you jumped at the opportunity to help. however, you were growing quite tired of the blue. don’t get me wrong, you thought it looked great and made his eyes pop beautifully, but you wanted something new, something exciting.

something pink.

he was in for a treat.

kaiser didn't suspect anything when you brought home a box of electric blue hair dye. if anything, knowing you, he should have checked the contents before trusting you with such an important duty. you're innocent!

"i've always wanted to wash your hair," you admitted as you ran your hands through kaiser's wet locks, the water making the blond appear more brown than usual. he hummed, eyes closed, as your fingers scraped gently against his scalp.

you kept the soap and water from his eyes as you finished washing out the remainder of his faded blue dye. you couldn't wash all the color out, so once the vibrant pink washed out, the ends of his hair would likely look a little purple.

with your boyfriend dozing off, you helped kaiser towel-dry his hair until it was damp and set him in front of the bathroom vanity. his eyes drooped, and you continued playing with his hair when you realized how sleepy it made him.

"kaiser?" you tested as you reached for the pink dye. kaiser hummed half-heartedly in reply.

with the stealth of a spy, you uncapped the hot pink hair dye and poured the contents into a plastic bowl. it came with a little brush to separate and paint the hair, which you were grateful for.

skillfully, you split his hair into three chunks and painted over the faint blue remnants with the pink. kaiser didn’t open his eyes, and he hardly moved as you worked your way around his ends. it took longer than you expected, but by the time you finished wrapping the last chuck of hair in foil, kaiser’s shoulders were raising shallowly in sleep.

watching him look so peaceful made you feel a little guilty, but you bought a light, temporary dye in case he genuinely hated it. you also had hair bleach, just in case.

you waited for him to wake up after finishing and gently carded your fingers through his damp blond roots. you’d managed to wash the dye out without waking him, but didn’t want to dry his hair and risk startling him awake.

however, the time had come. sucking in a trembling breath, you steeled yourself, owning up to your prank. that’s what it was! a prank! harmless!

kaiser did not think so.

“what the fuck?!” kaiser blinked frantically at his reflection, tugging at the pink ends as if they weren’t real.

you stood by the shower, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “surprise..! what do you think?”

kaiser sighed deeply and braced his hands on the countertop, hanging his head. he was quiet for long enough to make you seriously regret the prank. “it, um, i have bleach, if you—“

“you are really lucky i look hot as fuck in pink.”

you glitched. kaiser looking up, catching your bewildered expression in the reflection before turning around. he leaned against the counter to face you, arms propped over his bare chest.

“you’re not mad?” you stammered, hardly able to maintain eye contact with him.

kaiser’s lip curled into a grin. “no, i’m plenty mad. you’ll get what you deserve tonight.”

your face flushed as pink as his hair, after that.

[ominouslemonnade]

tiny rant

ok im just gonna ramble a bit here.

So, to be honest, not really happy with the whole paywall thing slashfic got going on, every other painfully obvious important option that changes the course of the story's trajectory is hit with the hearts thingy, it kinda feels like the mc is being trapped in some sort of inescapable box . Ive noticed that everytime theres this "upcoming big moment" it leads to another downer and the authors are really milking and dragging it out for very long— by adding more characters that do not play a vital role to the main story, plotlines being stacked one after another ,it has gotten to the point that the whole of slashfic is getting difficult to keep track of, the storyline is messy with all these new plotlines, the character writing being done dirty. Despite all that, i think slashfic can *still* be made into something more interesting , something that is not as uncomfortable as the questionable ads they have...

Another thing— the development of relationships of mc with the main 4 is too quick, too forced i feel. Would've been more reasonable if the slashers slowly , and i mean by their own pace, gain trust in mc and not just literally jump right into "spice" .

So heres my conclusion to this: Slashfic has a very messy story, tricky to keep track of because of unecessary plotlines that add nothing to its supposed horror element. The whole mystery behind camp nevermoor, was working well enough JUST FINE. The settlers, the tree, lysa monroe and the cultists, and the involvement of the dunlaps with magic was a driving point.

And it got me thinking and brew more ideas.

1.) A comic, all things orgainzed into one. A comic where it gives us more insight, background or info/depth to camp nevermoor and the events that took place before the main conflict happened. This way, it could give more easy to navigate and understandable context to the main story and why it happened.

2.) A game, it has fun mechanics like a minigame and all. The game explores more on the main story, aka the recent events happening. This could also be an opportunity to see more into the lives of the slashers or camp counselors and explore their character by being given more information on each of them, be it their history or life growing up where you can play in their perspective to understand more, to feel the characters complexities and the nuances of why they are the way they are. For hearts, you dont have to pay, you earn them! Example: By playing into a sidestory of each character or do simple tasks that correlates to their preferences (Basically a whole grind system) So ; more hearts earned = increased bloodlust. As for the minigame, it could help build up your skills! (Stealth, agility, speed, strength, reaction) with each score adding to the percentage of each skill, and these skills helps you progress even more in the story.

Other games i played on dorian they were at a nicer level of decent , not too much paywall options and the story is consistent and progresses from its main point. Character writing is not very questionable but actually put into thought. Slashfic seems to be the leading game in the app but the way i see it, if the expensive paywall options and the excuse of supporting creators keeps going on coupled with not adhering to criticisms or suggestions , the game will be overshadowed by other games and it will soon loose its current spotlight because the way it is drives players further away from interest in playing because of its paywall problem. Each characters writing are just watered down blatant tropes and thats basically all that they are, its sad. I really thought slashfic would improve more on because the nevermoor story really did got my attention. Its a shame to see ive came this far along in the game to be met with a downgrade. But i still keep playing anyway and i do not know why, and honestly??? Im also starting to slowly loose interest having to wait so long and the episodes have gotten so short (lord spare me).

I already have art and redesigns in mind, these ideas aren't really much of a help to my motivation of finishing the plans i already have in motion😅

Anyway this is all!

@ xoxo-chrmy has a great concept for a slashfic rpg game! Check em out :]

[haythams-blade]

A Rushed Wedding, and a good cover.

Summary: The Templar Grand Master Haytham Kenway and his partner find themselves rushing into a wedding due to a baby and to save Jennifer Kenway. But they mange to find a moment for themselves.

Rating: +18 there’s a heated moment but no direct smut.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

A/N: I accidentally deleted the edited version of this story, so I did my best trying to edit this at 2am lol ❤️😂

The dawn kissed the Kenway estate with hesitant fingers of light, painting the ornate windows and the heavy, ancient stones in hues of rose and gold.

Inside, a different kind of tension hummed – the frantic, hushed energy of a wedding day. Servants glided through hallways bearing steaming water and crisp linens, while distant murmurings of arriving guests filtered through thick walls.

Footsteps, impossibly light and silent, registered only to the finely tuned senses of someone living a life on the edge. Haytham Kenway, Templar Grand Master, moved with the practiced stealth of a phantom. He hadn't used the door the conventional way, preferring the less conspicuous route through a connecting study and a clever, hidden panel that the staff of the Kenway manor didn’t even know had existed. He paused in the archway, just outside her immediate line of sight in the mirror, and simply watched.

Today, he was marrying (Y/N). An event that had been brought drastically forward, a fact he didn't mind in the slightest. But it also stood as cover to retrieve his older sister Jenny, who had been held as a concubine overseas. Their “honeymoon” would be a cover for them to get Jenny without anyone being tipped off. Plus when the returned with a baby no would question it.

He remained unseen in the doorway of their shared chambers, the polished wood cool against his back. (Y/N), still oblivious to his presence, stood before a gilded mirror, her back to him.

She stood before the large, ornate mirror, bathed in the soft, diffused light of the morning sun filtering through tall windows. She was utterly, unselfconsciously bare naked besides undergarments and her jewelry. Her hair, already partially styled by fluttering maids dismissed for a moment of ‘private contemplation,’ cascaded in rich waves down her back.

The room was a symphony of bridal preparation – scattered silks, delicate lace, jewel boxes open to reveal dazzling pieces intended to adorn a bride.

But she wasn't looking at the jewels or the gown hanging nearby. Her gaze was fixed on her reflection, specifically on the gentle, undeniable swell of her abdomen. She laid a hand flat against her bare skin, feeling the subtle firmness beneath. A small, tender smile touched her lips, a private moment of wonder in the eye of a public storm. This tiny life, growing within her, was the unexpected accelerant that had propelled her and Haytham towards this day, this grand, elaborate ceremony they both, secretly, found tiresome.

His eyes traced the curves of her body. Not the body that he knew from their shared nights, though he loved that body too. This body was subtly, and gloriously changed. The gentle swell of her belly was undeniable now, a beautiful, eloquent curve that spoke of the life they had created together instead. She continued to run a hand over it, a small, private gesture Haytham had seen her make more often lately. There was a hint of wonder in her eyes, a quiet conversation happening between her and the life held within her.

He watched her movements – graceful yet marked by a new, careful slowness. She admired her reflection, not with vanity, but with a quiet acceptance of the profound transformation taking place. She wasn't trying to hide it from herself, only from the world outside this room, the world that included her well-meaning but potentially gossipy maids.

His stern features softened, an unbidden tenderness entering his gaze. He found a profound beauty in her contemplation of their child, a future taking shape within her. It was a different kind of power than he was used to, quiet and fertile, and it stirred a fierce protectiveness within him.

The chaotic energy of the wedding preparations, the forced smiles and diplomatic niceties he’d already had to endure downstairs, faded from his mind. Here, in this quiet and safe space, was his reality, his future. He saw the soft curve of her figure, the way her skin began to stretch over the unmistakable roundness of her belly. It wasn't just attractive; it was breathtaking. It was life, tangible and precious, growing within the woman who had somehow navigated the intricate, dangerous landscape of his world and found a place untouched by ambition or the Templar order, purely built on mutual respect, understanding, and a love that had caught him entirely off guard. She looked exquisite, vulnerable, and utterly captivating.

He could have announced himself, but this stolen moment felt sacred. He wanted to saver it for himself, he was a selfish man after all.

But the moment of soft reverence shattered as (Y/N) sighed, reaching for the instrument of her current misery: a tightly-laced corset. Designed to cinch, to flatten, to hide, it was the antithesis of her current state. Nearby, the wedding gown hung like a promise of white and lace, a masterpiece of silk and satin designed to drape and flow, hopefully concealing the burgeoning bump. Beside it lay the true instrument of deception: a formidable, structured corset.

Haytham’s gaze settled on the corset with a familiar, almost paternalistic disapproval. He knew Rheanerya detested them. They were a necessary evil of fashion, restricting and uncomfortable. And now, this one was a cruel irony, a garment meant to flatten and conceal the very thing he celebrated.

She wrestled with the stiff whalebone and restrictive fabric, her brow furrowing in frustration.

"Oh, you poor thing. Please forgive me, little one," she murmured, panting slightly with the effort, "Mother has to make you disappear for a few hours. I promise we'll get rid of this dreadful thing as soon as possible."

The corset seemed to mock her, stiff and unyielding against her growing softness. Shame, fleeting but sharp, pricked at her. Needing help but unable to ask her maids – they knew only that the wedding had been moved up suddenly, the reason a closely guarded secret between her, Haytham, and a trusted few – she felt a surge of helplessness. The tightness of the stays, the restrictive nature of the garment, felt like a betrayal of the natural, beautiful changes happening within her.

A slow smile curled at the corner of his lips. This was his cue. He could resist no longer.

A warm, strong presence materialised behind her. (Y/N) startled, then relaxed instantly as Haytham's familiar scent enveloped her. He bent his head, pressing a kiss just below her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His arms wrapped around her, strong yet gentle, his hands coming to rest, large and protective, directly over the slight swell beneath her shift.

"Struggling, my love?"

Haytham's voice was a low murmur against her ear, laced with amusement and affection. He felt her shiver, a delicate tremor of surprise and pleasure.

She leaned back into his embrace, a feeling of profound relief washing over her. The tension of the morning, the frustration with the corset, the forced gaiety looming ahead – it all dissipated in the circle of his arms. For a few precious seconds, the impending ceremony, the hidden child, the dangerous mission ahead – it all faded away. There was just them, a fragile bubble of peace amidst the storm. His thumbs stroked slow, comforting circles on her stomach, a silent acknowledgement of the life they were creating.

"Haytham," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion, "You shouldn't be here.”

Her voice was murmured, but the pleased warmth in her voice was evident.

“It’s hardly good luck for you to see your bride before the ceremony, especially not… like this.” She glanced down at her bare state, a hint of mock scandal in her tone.

"Perhaps not, But you are not yet ‘dressed’, are you?” He tightened his hold slightly, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear, “And besides, I wasn't visiting my bride. I was merely stopping by to check on the welfare of my child."

His words sent a warm wave through her. He stalked his way around to her front and kneeled in front of her bump. He lowered his head slightly, to her bump and pressed his lips firmly to the stretched skin tautly over her belly. It was a kiss of profound reverence, a silent promise spoken to the life within. He lingered there, his forehead resting gently over the curve, his breath warm against her skin.

A wave of profound emotion washed over him, a mixture of love, awe, and protectiveness that was almost overwhelming.

"Hello, little one," he murmured, his voice muffled against her. "Father's here. Apparently causing trouble, as usual."

(Y/N)’s hand covered his much larger one, pressing it closer to her belly. A tender smile played on her lips.

He straightened slowly, his eyes meeting hers. The teasing was gone, replaced by an intense, focused gaze that always made her heart pound. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones.

"And now, for the mother of my child." he whispered.

He lowered his head and passionately kissed her. He felt the slight swelling of her stomach under his touch, the quiet miracle they shared, and the fierce wave of possessiveness and tenderness unlike anything he had ever known continued to washed over him.

"You look... radiant, my dear."

Haytham’s gaze was drinking in her features, the soft flush on her cheeks, the sparkle in her dark eyes.

She felt a blush warm her cheeks.

"Radiant and unable to conquer a tyranny of whalebone and lace," she muttered, glancing down at the offending garment.

He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated against her back.

"A temporary inconvenience."

His grip tightened slightly, pulling her closer. The quiet intimacy of the moment was a stark contrast to the world waiting outside their door. Here, there was only the two of them. The air crackled with unspoken emotion, with the weight of their shared secret and the dangerous path they were about to embark on under the guise of marital bliss.

The quiet peace began to fray at the edges, pulled taut by a different kind of tension. His kisses became less tender, more demanding. Her hands reached up, finding the strong column of his neck, pulling him closer. The scent of his skin, the slight hint of bay rum and something uniquely Haytham, filled her senses. This was solid ground in a world of shifting alliances and necessary lies. The kiss deepened, urgent and heated, a claiming, a reassurance, a desperate clinging to the reality of them before they plunged back into the performance.

Their lips met, a spark igniting into a consuming flame. The world narrowed to the two of them, the rapid beating of their hearts, the soft sounds of their shared breath. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of relief, of fierce, protective love. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotion, before the quiet intimacy ignited.

Haytham’s lips devoured hers, hands tracing the line of her spine, pulling her flush against him. Her fingers grasped him as if he were the only solid thing in a spinning world.

The urgent need to be closer, to forget everything else, threatened to consume them. But the faint sounds of the house below, the knowledge of watchful eyes and waiting guests, was a cold splash of reality. Haytham reluctantly broke the kiss, forehead resting against hers, both breathing heavily. Getting caught in here in their scandalous position, before the ceremony, would not be ideal. He didn’t need any more headaches or controversies.

His hands, still on her waist/belly, became anchors, grounding the intensity of the moment in the tangible proof of their bond. She arched into him, wanting more, needing more, the need overriding sense for a dangerous few seconds.

Then, a distant cough from the hallway, and the distinct sound of a footsteps outside the door, shattered the fragile spell.

Haytham drew back, a ragged breath escaping his lips. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, were dark with unspent passion, but the controlled veneer was already returning.

"We must," he said, his voice low and regretful, "stop."

His bride nodded, though every instinct screamed at her to drag him back into the kiss. He had pulled away just enough to look down at her, his eyes dark with desire and affection.

The maids were nearby, the guests waiting downstairs, the entire charade waiting to begin. Discovery, especially the reason for the early marriage, could be catastrophic for their plans.

He let go of her reluctantly, he picked up the corset, examining it with a wry expression.

"Ah, yes. The instrument of torture."

"This is you’re fault, entirely Grand Master. If not for a certain gentleman's... persistence... I wouldn't be wrestling with this beast to hide the rather obvious consequences!" she said, recovering her breath and some of her usual sass.

She gestured to her belly.

"Didn't have this problem before they came along."

He raised an eyebrow, a slow, amused smile spreading across his face.

"My fault and Persistence? My dear (Y/N), unless my memory fails me, certain key components of this particular situation required the active participation of two individuals. I recall your participation being... quite enthusiastic. Unless I'm mistaken, my love, it takes two to make a babe." he countered, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She swatted playfully at his arm. "Details, details. The end result is you got me into this condition that requires me to wear that." She shuddered dramatically at the corset.

Haytham couldn’t contain the smugness on his face.

"Let me remind you, that you knew the risks of inviting a wolf into the fold."

"This wolf brought a rather persistent cub with him, apparently," she shot back, smiling fully now.

He stepped behind her again, taking the corset in his hands.

"Very well, my Empress of Blame. Let me aid in your predicament."

He was surprisingly adept, his strong fingers navigating the laces with a precision born of a lifetime spent manipulating complex systems, albeit usually political or mechanical ones. He worked quickly, efficiently, but with a lingering touch that made the necessary discomfort almost bearable. He pulled the laces taut, not too tight, allowing just enough give to accommodate the new life within, but enough to create the illusion of a trimmer figure beneath the future gown.

As he finished, tying the laces with a neat bow, he rested his hands on her waist, his intense gaze meeting hers in the mirror. The reflection showed a man known for his formidable presence, his ruthless efficiency, his absolute control – entirely undone by the woman before him, by the quiet miracle nestled between them.

Once he double checked if the corset was securely fastened, he stepped back, smoothing his hands over her shoulders, feeling the subtle change in her posture, the slight restriction imposed by the garment. He wasn’t truly happy about her wearing it, but he understood the need for discretion, for controlling when and how they revealed their news.

"There," he said, his voice pitched low for her ears alone, "A necessary camouflage for now. Freedom awaits."

He stepped toward her again, releasing her reluctantly. He placed a hand on her stomach again, feeling the gentle curve beneath his palm one last time. He lowered his voice, speaking not to (Y/N), but to the tiny life within. His expression softened completely. He looked down at her bump, a playful yet deeply heartfelt look in his eyes.

"Look at you," he addressed the unseen child, his voice low and amused. "Couldn't wait, could you? Had to rush everything along. Look at this whole elaborate affair you've orchestrated."

He shook his head mock-seriously, "Truly. A master manipulator already."

She laughed, a melodic sound that filled the room, "They get it from their father," she said, placing her own hand over his much larger one.

He chuckled softly. “I suppose I can hardly complain. It seems you have excellent taste in timing little one.”

She looked to face him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re going to spoil our child rotten, aren’t you?”

“Undoubtedly,” he said confidently, his gaze meeting hers, his heart overflowing with love for both her and their unborn child.

“Now, I suppose I should leave you to your final preparations. I wouldn’t want to truly risk bringing bad luck upon us.”

She covered his hands with her own, squeezing gently. "Soon."

He kissed her again, a lingering, possessive kiss that promised a future beyond restrictive garments and forced smiles.

"Soon. For our child. For Jenny."

The mention of his half-sister, held captive and facing an unbearable fate, added another layer of grim determination to their shared purpose. This wedding, this charade, was the key to her rescue.

As he stepped back, straightening his already impeccable attire, the Grand Master facade clicking back into place. "I must rejoin the guests. The wolves are gathering."

"Don't linger too long among them," she advised, her tone shifting back to the practical.

"And Haytham?"

He paused by the hidden panel, his hand already on the latch. "Yes?"

She sniffed lightly, wrinkling her nose, “You know, I can taste, and can smell the rum off your breath, Haytham.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Rum? My dear bride, whatever are you talking about?”

She just smiled knowingly.

“Perhaps you could take it easy on the celebratory drinks for a few hours? At least until after the vows are exchanged.”

He chuckled, knowing she was right, knowing he had been indulging in a little pre-wedding fortification.

"A fortification for the trials ahead, my dear. A wedding is a demanding campaign but for you, I shall abstain. For a few hours, at least.” He kissed her again, a quick, chaste kiss this time, a promise of more to come.

He gave her a slight, impudent grin, entirely unlike the stern expression he usually wore. He turned to leave, pausing at the doorway to look back at her one last time, standing there in her corset, her hair still unbound, her eyes shining with love and anticipation. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Haytham,” she replied, her voice equally tender.

“Now go. Before I forget all about the wedding and decide we should simply stay here, together, all day.”

He grinned, a genuine, heartfelt smile. “Tempting as that is… I think we have a world waiting to see us become husband and wife. And a little one eager to join us. I imagine Jenny may wished to be released as well.”

With a final, lingering look, he slipped back through the panel, disappearing as silently as he had arrived. He left her then, stepping back into the bustling corridors of the manor, the sounds of wedding preparations flooding back in. But the quiet intimacy of their stolen moment lingered with him, a warm ember glowing in his chest, a reminder of the profound love that was the true heart of this momentous day. He couldn't wait to make her his wife, officially and irrevocably, wether in front of the world or not. And he couldn't wait to start their family, to build their future, together. Later, when the celebrations were done, and the world was quiet, he would return to her, and then, he would truly claim his bride.

She stood alone once again in the center of the room, the corset a tight embrace around her middle, a physical reminder of the secrets she carried. She touched her belly one last time, a small smile returning. They were doing this. For the little being growing inside her, for Jenny across the seas. This wedding, this performance, was only the first step.

She pulled the heavy wedding gown from its hanger, the rustle of silk and lace filling the room. It was time to face the guests, to play the bride, to become the distraction while Haytham, her husband-to-be, her partner in life and crime, prepared for the real mission. Their journey had only just begun.

[callsigns-haze]

Memories Fade VII

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Summary: Not so long back Rhysand lost his sister. Years after Helion and Elain can raise her memories from the past to see what truly happened to Y/n. Warning: Mentions of death and drinking, mentions of violence, murder, blood, poison, CHARACTER DEATH

Part 1 here

Previous

Back under the mountain, Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she made her way through the shadowed halls, slipping past guards and courtiers with practiced stealth. She had done this before, sneaking into Amarantha’s office to gather crucial information. But tonight, there was an added layer of urgency, a desperate need to find anything related to the Autumn Court.

Reaching the door to Amarantha’s office, she glanced around to ensure no one was watching before slipping inside. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of faelight casting eerie shadows on the walls. Y/N moved quickly, her hands trembling as she opened drawers and sifted through boxes of documents.

Papers rustled and boxes shifted as she searched, her anxiety growing with each passing second. Where could it be? She thought, her frustration mounting. She could hear the faint sounds of the revelry above, the distant laughter and music a stark contrast to the tension gripping her.

Just as she found a stack of documents that looked promising, the door to the office creaked open. Y/N froze, her heart stopping as Amarantha stepped inside, her eyes narrowing at the sight before her.

"What do we have here?" Amarantha's voice was a low, dangerous purr. "A little spy in my office?"

Before Y/N could react, Amarantha's guards surged forward, grabbing her roughly by the arms. She struggled, but their grip was ironclad, their expressions devoid of mercy.

"Bring her to the dungeon room. Immediately," Amarantha commanded, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

The guards didn’t hesitate. They dragged Y/N out of the office, her feet barely touching the ground as they hauled her through the labyrinthine corridors. Panic clawed at her, but she forced herself to remain calm. She couldn’t show fear. She had to be strong.

The dungeon room was dark and cold, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood. The guards threw her to the floor, and she landed hard, the impact jarring her bones.

Amarantha followed them in, a predatory smile playing on her lips as she looked down at Y/N. "You’ve been a very naughty girl, sneaking into places you don’t belong. What were you looking for, I wonder?"

Y/N glared up at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. She knew better than to reveal anything, especially now.

Amarantha’s smile widened, her amusement evident. "No matter. I have ways of making you talk. Guards, prepare her for interrogation."

The guards moved to obey, and Y/N steeled herself for what was to come. She would endure this. She had to. For Eris, for her brother, for everyone counting on her. She would find a way to survive.

As the guards bound her hands and prepared the instruments of torture, Y/N took a deep breath, drawing on the strength and love she carried in her heart. She would not break. She would not give Amarantha the satisfaction.

She closed her eyes, whispering a silent promise to herself and to Eris. She would endure this, and she would find a way to protect those she loved, no matter the cost.

----

The grand dining hall under the mountain was a place of stark contrasts. Opulence and decadence were juxtaposed against an underlying current of menace, the echoes of power and cruelty resonating in the air. At the head of the table, Amarantha sat, her regal posture and calculating eyes taking in everything and everyone.

Rhysand sat across from her, his expression carefully schooled into one of polite interest. The dinner spread before them was lavish, a feast fit for a queen, yet he barely touched his plate. His mind was consumed with worry for his sister, Y/N.

Amarantha watched him with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, a predator savoring the tension. "You’re awfully quiet tonight, Rhysand. Something on your mind?"

Rhysand met her gaze, his violet eyes steady despite the turmoil within. "I was just wondering where my sister is," he said, his tone casual. "I haven’t seen her all day."

Amarantha’s smile widened, a flicker of amusement in her gaze. "Oh, Y/N? I needed her to do a job for me. She left for a week."

Rhysand’s heart skipped a beat, but he kept his expression neutral. "A week? That’s quite a long time. What kind of job requires her to be away for so long?"

Amarantha took a delicate sip of her wine, savoring the taste before answering. "It’s a delicate matter, one that requires her particular set of skills. I trust her to handle it efficiently."

Rhysand nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course. Y/N is very capable."

The lie settled heavily in his mind. He knew Amarantha well enough to recognize when she was being deceitful. His sister would never leave without telling him, without making some sort of arrangement. A cold dread crept into his heart.

"Is there anything I should be concerned about?" he asked, keeping his tone light. "I can go to assist her if necessary."

Amarantha laughed softly, a sound that sent chills down his spine. "No need, Rhysand. She’s quite resourceful on her own. You should trust her more."

Rhysand nodded, though his thoughts were far from the pleasant façade he maintained. "I do trust her. It’s just that I worry. This place can be...dangerous."

Amarantha’s smile didn’t waver. "Indeed, it can be. But she’s under my protection, and you have my word she will return safely."

---

The chamber was a place of nightmares, a dark, cold cell deep beneath the mountain where screams and cries seemed to linger in the air, echoing the suffering of countless souls who had endured its horrors. Y/N had been there for five days, and the relentless torture had taken its toll on her body, but not her spirit.

She was chained to the wall, her wrists raw and bloody from the restraints. Bruises and cuts marred her skin, and each breath she took was a struggle, her ribs aching from the repeated blows. Despite the pain, she refused to give Amarantha the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Amarantha stood before her, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You’re a stubborn one, I’ll give you that," she said, her voice dripping with false admiration. "But everyone breaks eventually. Why prolong your suffering? Just tell me what I want to know."

Y/N lifted her head, meeting Amarantha’s gaze with defiance. "Go to hell," she spat, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Amarantha’s smile faltered, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. She stepped closer, her nails digging into Y/N’s chin as she forced her to look up. "Such spirit," she murmured. "It will be a pleasure to break you."

With a swift motion, Amarantha struck Y/N across the face, the impact sending her head snapping to the side. Pain exploded in her cheek, but she refused to cry out. She wouldn’t give Amarantha the satisfaction.

"Do you really think you can endure this forever?" Amarantha taunted, her voice low and dangerous. "I can keep this up for as long as it takes."

Y/N’s vision blurred, but she focused on the thought of her brother, her friends, and Eris. She drew strength from their love, their unwavering belief in her. "You can torture me all you want," she said through gritted teeth. "I’ll never tell you anything."

Amarantha’s eyes darkened with anger, and she turned to the guards. "Increase the pain. Make her wish she’d never defied me."

The guards moved forward, their expressions grim as they prepared the next round of torture. Y/N braced herself, every muscle in her body tensing in anticipation of the agony to come.

Hours passed, each moment stretching into eternity as they inflicted wave after wave of pain. But through it all, Y/N held on, her mind retreating to memories of better times, of the love that awaited her beyond the darkness.

Finally, when she thought she could endure no more, the guards stepped back, and Amarantha approached once again. "Still defiant, I see," she said, a hint of grudging respect in her voice. "But this is only the beginning. I will break you, one way or another."

Y/N glared up at her, her resolve unshaken. "Do your worst," she challenged, her voice a mere whisper but filled with steel.

Amarantha laughed, a cold, chilling sound that echoed through the chamber. "Oh, I intend to," she promised, before turning on her heel and leaving the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

As the echoes of her laughter faded, Y/N sagged against her restraints, her body trembling with exhaustion. But even in the depths of her suffering, she clung to hope. She would endure this. She had to. For her brother, for Eris, for everyone who depended on her. She would survive.

And she would make Amarantha pay.

---

Eris paced the confines of his small, dimly lit room, the oppressive atmosphere under the mountain pressing in on him from all sides. It had been days since he last felt Y/N's presence through their bond, a connection that had always been a source of solace and strength. Now, it was as if she had blocked out her part of the bond entirely, leaving him in a state of constant worry and dread.

He had scoured every corner of the mountain he had access to, searching for any sign of her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, and the thought of her being in Amarantha's clutches made his blood run cold.

Eris clenched his fists, frustration and fear gnawing at him. He couldn’t stand the thought of Y/N suffering, but he was powerless to do anything about it. His father’s orders were clear—he was to remain under Amarantha’s command and not draw any unnecessary attention to himself or his court. But that didn’t stop the burning desire to find Y/N, to protect her from whatever horrors she was enduring.

He paused by the window, looking out at the bleak landscape beyond. The weight of the bond's absence was like a physical ache in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him.

The door creaked open, and his youngest brother, Lucien, stepped inside, his expression grim. "Still no word?" he asked quietly.

Eris shook his head, unable to hide the worry in his eyes. "It's like she's completely shut me out. I don’t know where she is or what’s happening to her."

Lucien’s jaw tightened. "Amarantha is a monster. If she’s done anything to Y/N..."

Eris cut him off, his voice harsh. "Don’t. I can’t think about that. I need to find her, Lucien. I need to know she’s safe."

Lucien nodded, his own worry evident. "We’ll find a way. We have to."

Eris resumed his pacing, his mind racing with possibilities. "There has to be something we can do, some way to reach her. I can’t just sit here and do nothing."

Lucien placed a hand on Eris’s shoulder, his grip firm. "We’ll figure it out, brother. Y/N is strong. She’ll hold on until we can get to her."

Eris nodded, though the uncertainty gnawed at him. He had to believe that Y/N would endure, that she would find a way to survive. But with each passing day, the fear grew stronger, threatening to consume him.

As night fell, Eris lay on the narrow bed, staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, reaching out through the bond one last time, hoping against hope that he might feel her presence, even for a moment.

But there was nothing. Only silence.

And in that silence, Eris made a silent vow. No matter what it took, no matter the cost, he would find Y/N. He would bring her back. And he would make Amarantha pay for every moment of suffering she had inflicted.

With that resolve burning in his heart, Eris let sleep claim him, his dreams filled with images of Y/N, her strength and her unbreakable spirit guiding him through the darkness.

---

The twelfth day of torture had blurred into an unending nightmare for Y/N. The constant pain, the endless questions, and the malicious gleam in Amarantha’s eyes had become her world. She had held out, refusing to break, but today, the cruel High Queen seemed to reach the end of her patience.

Amarantha stood before her, a poisonous glint in her eye. "You’ve been quite the challenge," she sneered, holding a knife that glimmered with a sickly green sheen. "But I’m afraid your time has run out."

Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched Amarantha approach, the knife gleaming in the dim light. She strained against her chains, but there was no escape. With a swift, brutal motion, Amarantha plunged the knife into Y/N’s stomach. Agonizing pain shot through her, and she gasped, choking on her own breath.

"This knife is coated with a very special poison," Amarantha hissed, twisting the blade. "Even if you don’t bleed out, the poison will kill you slowly and painfully. Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares defy me."

Y/N’s vision blurred with tears, but she refused to give Amarantha the satisfaction of seeing her cry out. She clenched her teeth, glaring up at her tormentor with all the defiance she could muster.

Amarantha pulled the knife out and wiped the blood on Y/N’s tattered clothes. "Guard!" she called, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Fetch Eris to clean up this mess."

As the guard hurried to obey, Amarantha leaned in close, her breath hot against Y/N’s ear. "You’ve been a fun distraction, but I’m done with you now," she whispered. "Enjoy your last moments."

With that, she turned and left the room, her laughter lingering in the air like a dark shadow. Y/N’s strength waned, her body trembling as the poison began to spread. She could feel her life slipping away, but she held on, clinging to the hope that somehow, she would survive this.

Eris’s heart raced as he followed the guard through the winding, dark corridors of the mountain. The dread that had been gnawing at him for days now threatened to consume him entirely. Y/N’s presence through their bond had been faint, almost non-existent, and he feared the worst.

Lucien caught up to him, his expression a mirror of Eris’s own anxiety. "What happened? Where is she?" he demanded, his voice taut with urgency.

The guard said nothing, leading them deeper into the dungeons. When they finally reached the cell, the sight that met Eris’s eyes made his blood run cold. Y/N lay crumpled on the floor, her body bloodied and broken. Amarantha’s cruel laughter still seemed to echo in the chamber, a haunting reminder of the torture Y/N had endured.

"Y/N!" Eris cried out, rushing to her side. He fell to his knees, his hands shaking as he cradled her face. "Stay with me. Please, stay with me."

Lucien stood just behind him, his face pale with shock and sorrow. "Eris..." he began, but Eris ignored him, focused entirely on Y/N.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Eris’s. "It’s too late," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry."

"No," Eris choked out, his grip tightening on her hand. "You can’t leave me. You can’t. Not you."

A weak, pained smile touched Y/N’s lips. "The Autumn Court is safe," she murmured, her eyes glazing over. "I made sure..."

Eris’s breath caught in his throat. He understood now. Amarantha had caught her trying to gather information to protect his court. Her death was a direct result of her bravery, her sacrifice.

"Don’t speak," Eris begged, tears streaming down his face. "We’ll get you help. We’ll fix this."

Y/N’s hand reached up to touch his face, her fingers cold and trembling. "I love you," she said, her voice fading with each word. "Always remember that."

And with that, her hand fell limp, her eyes closing for the final time. The life drained from her body, leaving Eris clutching her lifeless form, a guttural cry of anguish tearing from his throat.

Lucien knelt beside him, his own eyes wet with tears. "Eris, we need to go. We can’t stay here."

But Eris couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. The bond that had connected him to Y/N was shattered, leaving a hollow, aching void in its place. He had lost her, and the pain of it was unbearable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eris allowed Lucien to help him to his feet. He gathered Y/N’s body in his arms, holding her close as they made their way out of the chamber. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew one thing: he would make Amarantha pay for what she had done. For Y/N, for the love they had shared, and for the sacrifice she had made to protect his court.

A/n: Not me crying my heart out rn.....One more chapt- Or.........

Chapter 8 soon

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[badsongpetey]

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3

The thing is Lance isn’t stupid, he knows how lucky he and Hunk were to get out of there with their lives. He knows this as he gets home that night and pulls the splinters out of his feet and collapses in bed. He knows this as he resumes his life. As he does his job as a tour guide for incoming students at his college. As he flirts with the cute junior in the library. As he babysits his niece and nephew. He knows he should take the win and forget about the whole stupid thing.

The thing is though, he doesn’t forget about it.

What he actually does could reasonably be described as the polar opposite of “forgetting about it.” He fixates on it with growing intensity as each day passes. “What was that thing?” “Is it some new kind of cryptid?” “Did it even exist?” “Did the water have some kind of hallucinogenic in it?”“Why did it eat the cosplayer and not them?” “Did it eat the cosplayer?” “If it ate the cosplayer and not him is it because there’s something fundamentally unappealing about him?” That last one bothered him more than he was comfortable admitting.

It’s barely a week before he reaches his breaking point and finds himself trekking back into those same woods armed with a pocket knife, a compass, and a fully charged phone. Lance was getting some answers damn it.

He would’ve told Hunk, but, let’s face it, Hunk would’ve done everything he could to talk Lance out of it, and Lance simply wasn’t in the mood to be talked out of it. Then Hunk would’ve insisted on coming, because he wasn’t the type of friend to let another friend do something stupid alone. And Lance knew this was stupid, because, again, he wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t going to put Hunk through that, through this.

He quiets his steps as he hears the waterfall. Moving with ninja-like stealth, he nears the pool and positions himself behind a tree lined with shrubs. It’s the hiding perfect spot, where he can keep watch on the pool and the surrounding woods. Now he just has to wait for the thing to show up, get his pictures, get his answers, slap it all on TikTok, and get famous.

Hours pass as the morning slides into afternoon. The birds chirp happily in the trees above him, the wind blows gently through the leaves, and the sparkling water lulls him into a meditative state as he waits. Occasionally a rustling in the ground cover around him rouses him from his trance, but when he looks around there’s nothing to be found.

It’s the crick in his back that finally requires him to stand up, he’s been crouched here for hours. Stupid cryptid, keeping him waiting. He turns to lean his back against the tree, and that’s when he sees it.

It’s sitting about 20 feet behind him, head cocked to the side, body coiled neatly behind it, watching him. Lance yelps in what he tells himself is a manly fashion, and immediately regrets every thought he’s had over the past week. It’s like he wanted to get eaten.

The creature doesn’t move. It doesn’t come closer, or move away. Doesn’t growl, doesn’t roar, it just looks at him and blinks occasionally. How long has it been sitting there? He suddenly feels more embarrassment than fear, here he’s been thinking he’s the hunter when he’s really been the prey all the time.

When the standoff clearly isn’t going to end on it’s own, Lance goes for the most reliable tool in his box — the charm offensive.

“Come here often?” He purrs.

The creature blinks at him.

Lance sighs, “Look, how about you don’t eat me, and I just go.” He gestures away from the pool in what he hopes is a non-threatening manner. “I go and I never come back. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

The thing snorts, and makes a wheezing noise.

“I promise, just let me go. I won’t hurt you.” Lance motions again.

It wheezes again.

Is it angry? Maybe it’s not wheezing, maybe it’s hissing. Crap, maybe he’s making it worse.

“I… “ he begins, “I… wait. Are you laughing at me??”

The creature does what can only be described as an eye roll.

Lance didn’t crouch on the ground for 4 hours to get sass from a cryptid. “Look here Nessie, this might not have been my best idea, but…” Then Lance’s head explodes. “Do you UNDERSTAND ME?!”

It snorts and, yup, yup, that’s the eye roll again. “You understand me! I’m Lance.” He points to himself. “Do you have name? Can you talk?” Ok, this isn’t a Disney movie, he knows that’s going out on a limb, but hey, he is currently having a conversation with a fantasy creature, so nothing’s off the table.

The creature furrows its brow… thinking? And Lance is about say something when the water, is it water? It kinda looks like the stuff in a lava lamp floating around the thing. It starts swirling around it, spinning faster and faster until the creature is completely obscured by a blue glow. And then, like a soap bubble popping, the water is gone. The creature is gone, and in its place is the cosplayer. The very alive, very uneaten, very cute, and very very naked cosplayer.

“I’m Keith.”

[alastorswifee]

Miguel O’Hara x Spiderwoman!Reader

warnings: slight fingering, finger sucking, slightly rough sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex

Bold text: Miguel

Italic text: reader

“You want me to what?”

You asked your boyfriend who was dressed in his spider costume, stood in front of you with his arms crossed. “I want you to get a head start and start running.” he simply explained to which you tilted your head a bit “alright..” you slowly turned around and took a few steps to the edge of the rooftop you were both stood upon.

Miguel started rolling his shoulders and tilted his neck to which a cracking sound emitted from it “I just need some make up training when it comes to parkour, speed, stealth and tracking” Miguel spoke up as he eyed his girlfriend’s body from behind. You simply nodded and looked around as you tried to decide which direction to head in, Miguel then turned his back to her and cleared his throat “alright you have a minute.”

The silence was almost deafening as you waited for Miguel to give you the go, your nerves were tense but relaxed at the same time? The thought of Miguel tracking you down and chasing you sounded thrilling. It filled your body with excitement. All thoughts left your mind as you heard one word.

“Go.”

Without hesitation, you took off and started jumping along rooftops as well as using your webs to swing around. Once you were far enough away you got off the rooftops and starting running along the streets, slipping into an alleyway. The chill of the breeze hitting your skin was wonderful as the excitement of tonight made it all more intense. You quietly started to catch your breath as you hid between some boxes and a dumpster, your arms resting on your knees as you were squatting.

As your body relaxed, you ran your fingers through your hair a bit but paused upon hearing your lover in the distance “I see you..” he taunted, you rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head. Tonight was definitely well lit by both the city lights and moon in the sky but the alleyways didn’t have such lighting. You were perfectly hidden in the dark..or so you thought. As you leaned your head back against the wall behind you, you tilted your head back only for your eyes to be met with bright red ones.

“Found you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at how quickly Miguel had found you, what the hell? Was he peeking? Did he cheat? How the hell did he find you? So quickly? You knew he was trained but there was no way this was possible.

Your body reacted quickly by getting up and sprinting off, out of the alleyway before using your webs to swing up to a rooftop. Miguel felt a grin growing on his lips as his head turned to watch you try and escape him. He would be lying if he said this wasn’t giving his body an extra boost of energy.

The brunette watched as his girlfriend sprinted rooftop to rooftop, immediately running after you along the rooftops that were much higher than the ones you were on. You looked over your shoulder to see Miguel looking back at you, you could tell he has a smug smirk on his lips under his mask.

Bastard.

This game of cat and mouse went on for about thirty minutes, you weren’t willing to give up but as it’s said..all good things come to an end.

Miguel smirked wide as he quietly snuck up behind you, his hands snaking around you and pulling your back against his chest “gotcha..” his breath tickled your ear as that mixed with his tone of voice sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to squirm out of his grip a bit to no avail. Curse Miguel and his work out routine.

Miguel slowly ran his hands along his girlfriend’s sides, feeling every curve. “Thirty minutes hm? You did so well..” You squeezed your legs shut as his tone of voice and way of speaking at the moment clearly had an effect on you and you loved it.

You slowly turned your head to the side to look at your boyfriend who was stood behind you “mhm..” she hummed quietly in response, getting shy which caused a deep chuckle to rumble out of Miguel’s throat.

Before you could even blink, Miguel moved you and pressed you against the the wall that leads to the stairwell. Looking up at the brunette, you felt your body go to mush under his gaze. She thought he wanted to just train..she wasn’t expecting all this.

Miguel lowered his face and smirked, his mask slowly fading away to reveal his smug expression on his face. You looked between his lips and his eyes..god just kiss me. Luckily you got your wish, Miguel pressing his lips to yours in an almost heated fashion.

As both of your lips danced together, Miguel’s hands returned to wandering your body. You let out a soft gasp into the kiss as you felt his hands pressing against the area of your breasts causing the technology of your suit to fade away revealing your soft and heated skin. The cold air hit your skin causing you to shiver as Miguel slowly pulled away.

He looked down at the woman before him and groaned under his breath at the sight of her breasts, god no matter what she looks beautiful.

Miguel leaned down a bit more and started pressing open mouth kisses along your collarbones and chest, his hands staying put on your hips. You let out soft whimpers at the feeling of the larger man loving up on your body. It went from kissing to sucking, suddenly you felt a slight sting coming from your chest causing you to slightly jolt, Miguel bit her.

Not too hard and not too soft, but enough to leave a mark.

Just as you thought you could go a bit without being marked up, Miguel would come back and go over the old hickeys, making them return.

Miguel pulled away and came back up, locking his lips with yours in an open mouth kiss. He immediately slipped his tongue in to which you allowed.

Your tongues danced together in a bit of a rough manner as his hands starting feeling the technology of the rest of your suit. Within half a second the rest of your suit was gone, you shivering more as the cold temperature increased by your lack of clothing.

Miguel pulled away slightly yet slowly which resulted in a string of saliva connecting both of your tongues.

He gently pressed his forehead against yours and placed one hand on the wall next to your head, the other trailing down and starting to slip between your thighs. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers inching closer to where you really needed him.

“Shh, you don’t want the city hearing you now, or maybe you’d like that..” your boyfriend whispered as his finger grazed your clit. You jolted a bit and snapped your lips shut to avoid putting you both at risk of getting caught.

You looked into your boyfriend’s eyes as you felt his finger rubbing circles against your clit gently, the action resulted in soft whimpers leaving your lips. Miguel let out a soft chuckle as he maintained eye contact, his finger slowly slipping between your folds. Your eyes slightly rolled back in relief, the pleasure making your body relax a bit.

“So wet, I barely even touched you.” Miguel let out a raspy laugh as his finger started to slowly thrust in and out. You blushed a bit from embarrassment before closing your eyes and letting out some soft moans from the feeling. His finger would switch between thrusting and wiggling around which rubbed against all the right spots within you.

Your eyes snapped open as a result, you looked at your boyfriend with an almost desperate expression to which he grinned. Bringing his finger up to your mouth, he tapped them against your bottom lip, indicating for you to open up.

You did so, allowing the man to push his digit into your mouth. The warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your tongue circling around his finger made him groan, not only that but the way you looked at him with such an innocent expression.

Fuck…

A few seconds passed by and Miguel pulled his finger from your mouth, pressing his lips to yours again for a bit. As both your lips moved together in a more gentle kiss than you had previously had, he removed the rest of his suit.

He pulled away and looked down, carefully lifting his girlfriend to which she automatically hooked her legs around his hips. As he got you pressed up against the wall of the building, his cock could be felt pressing against your wet folds.

You whined quietly in desperation for him, you were already denied of an orgasm a few seconds ago. You needed him.

“Ready amor?” He whispered in a soft yet raspy tone, lining his tip up with your entrance. You wasted no hesitation in nodding, holding onto his shoulders gently. Without a second thought, Miguel started pushing into you.

You both let out soft moans and grunts at the feeling. No matter how many times you both do this, it absolutely wrecks you, you’re still as tight as the first time.

God you were so beautiful, even when you were a quivering mess underneath him.

The brunette took a moment to regain himself before slowly pulling out but not entirely, you took a deep breath before your boyfriend thrusted into you. Your body jolted by the sudden thrust, your hand clamping over your mouth immediately to silence yourself. Miguel pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before repeating the action, thrusting at a slow pace.

“Fuck you’re so tight..” Miguel mumbles between his grunts and heavy breathing, leaning down and starting to kiss along your neck. You moaned into your palm, your body going numb from the pleasure coursing through you.

As if your boyfriend in had read your mind, he started picking up the pace which caused your body to start bouncing a bit more against the wall.

You felt your eyes roll back at the change of pace, Miguel was hitting every spot within you that made you quiver. Your moans were getting louder against your palm as your body was becoming more lazy from the pleasure.

This resulted in your hand dropping from your mouth, slightly loud moans leaving your lips as you leaned your head back against the wall behind you. This action giving Miguel more room to kiss and suck, possibly nibble and bite.

Using his free hand, Miguel took both of your hands and lifted them above your head, holding your wrists together. His other hand stayed under one of your thighs to help hold you up as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck let me hear you.” He demanded to which you slightly opened your eyes and looked at him, a string of moans falling from your lips. “Miggy! Oh my go- ah!” His pace became even more rough as he started pounding into you.

Thinking quickly, Miguel locked his lips with yours to silence you as well as himself from giving you both away. By the sound of you both and the silence of the atmosphere around them due to being on a much higher rooftop, you both probably already gave yourselves away to anyone nearby.

You felt the burning in your stomach returning, your body slightly tensing up as you felt your orgasm building more and more by the second. You pulled away from the kiss “Mi-miggy! I’m gon’cum!” You slightly slurred your announced to your boyfriend who had felt a knot in his stomach “cum on my cock baby, cmon.”

He encouraged. Your thighs started shaking as you clenched around his cock, your boyfriend groaning from the feeling of his girlfriend cumming around his cock.

Miguel’s thrusts were frantic and desperate as he chased his orgasm, a loud moan leaving his lips as his orgasm washed over him. His eyes closing as he filled you with his cum “fuuuck.”

Both of you took a bit to catch your breaths and to calm down from your releases, Miguel letting go of your wrists and letting them fall. He pressed his forehead against yours and locked his lips together with yours in a soft, passionate kiss. After a minute or so you let out a soft laugh “do you think anyone heard us?” You mumbled, breaking the silence to which Miguel let out a soft laugh “Oh definitely.”

This wasn’t proofread so don’t get on my case.

[merbear25]

I was wondering if I could request how the Allies plus Canada would react to meeting an immortal? (Not a personification - so could be vampire, witch, mutant (kinda like wolverine he's over 200 tears old), or any other immortal being). Also I saw it says you only do 3 characters at a time so can you do Canada and two of the other allies up to you to choose. -🪽

Hey, hey! This is such an interesting request, so thank you for sending it in. I tried to choose different immortal beings to add a bit more depth, so I hope you like it 💜💜

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

CW: headcanons, fluff, can be read as either platonic or romantic.

Meeting an immortal (Canada, England, Russia)

Canada: Mutant Reader

You first met each other by chance: browsing the newest titles at the local bookstore.

Being the less shy one, you struck up a friendly conversation about the book he'd chosen. The calming energy he gave off helped you feel more at ease and the two of you became fast friends.

The more time you spent together, however, the guiltier you felt; you didn't want to feel like you were keeping your secret from him.

When you finally built up the courage to tell him, your confession was met with compassion and interest. Your vulnerability helped him feel comfortable enough to open up about his life as a personification.

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, you shared your abilities with someone. Your willingness to share these with him was met with a tenderness you hadn't experienced in a long time.

With the both of you walking the same long path of immortality, you felt the most optimistic about it than you ever had.

Knowing that one of his closest friends would be around for as long as he would brought on a sense of relief.

Instead of seeing the long road through time as something to dread, it was as if hope was reborn, growing more bountiful with each day you spent together.

England: Witch Reader

Despite you being as careful as you could possibly be, he knew all the signs of witchcraft. After all, he spent more than enough time reading about the occult and engaging in their practices.

He wasn't quite sure why you were trying to hide it from him though - him, of all people! Feeling a little distrusted, he let himself get carried away and confronted you.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You knew immediately what he was referring to and admittedly felt ashamed for not having told him.

After spending time smoothing that over, you felt more comfortable sharing some of your stories from the past decades, even centuries with him.

He found you enchanting in every sense of the word: sharing stories, experimenting with potions and spells were memories he hoped to never lose.

Finding someone who not only shared his unique interests but could also offer him everlasting companionship was one worth holding onto.

You two would be inseparable. Despite the few petty arguments here and there, you'd always find your way back to the other.

Russia: Vampire Reader

Growing up, he of course heard of the old Slavic tales of beings stalking the night in thirst for blood.

So when you came into his life, your mannerisms ticked all the boxes for the hunch he had of you.

Proceeding with caution and stealth, he observed you more closely, keeping his distance.

In spite of his efforts, you were all too aware of his snooping. Not wanting to scare him off, you decided to approach his suspicions with care.

Once it was clear that you meant him no harm, you welcomed all of the questions he had, which you surprisingly enjoyed answering. You couldn't help but giggle at the glint of wonder in his eyes.

It turned out the both of you had a lot in common - the most obvious being your personalities.

Growing attached to each other as the nights passed, you formed an unspoken vow to stay by the other's side.

He'd help keep your secret, and you'd aid him in any way he needed. For the first time in forever, you both found solace.

[i-heart-hxh]

Hi, do you have any favourite headcanons on hunter characters? Mine is Gon has freckles

Hi! Gon with freckles is a cute headcanon, I've seen it around a lot!

You can check the Headcanons tag for some of my previous ones, as well as ones I enjoyed from others!

Here are some additional ones off the top of my head:

Gon has a higher body temperature than Killua, which makes cuddles between them especially enjoyable for both. Killua can tolerate being cold but he doesn't particularly like it, even though where he grew up (on a mountain) gets bitterly cold in the winter.

Gon's hair is dark green verging on black, and it spikes up naturally when it's dry. The sheen of it is green and you can tell it's green in bright light and towards the tips, but it looks black from a distance/in lower light.

The Zoldyck family uses a special soap (family secret) that reduces body scents for stealth reasons. Killua brings some with him when he leaves home, but he eventually runs out and just uses whatever Gon has/soap he buys at the store. As a result of using this soap so much while he was growing up, however, Killua's natural scent is much more faint than that of most people even after he stops using it.

Killua loves teaching Gon how to play video games and winning against him, but specifically when it comes to video games he's a bit of a sore loser. So, when Gon gets the hang of a particular game and starts beating him, he'll often make excuses to stop playing. Similar to their strengths in battles, Gon uses his intuition and quirky off-the-cuff improvisation/out of the box thinking to beat Killua's carefully practiced and well thought out strategies.

Kurapika sometimes writes letters to his Kurta family and friends in the Kurta language so he doesn't forget it, though he has nowhere to send them.

[eclipsedrgn]

They're Monsters!

Pair: Bayverse!Donnie x reader

Summary: The Turtles infiltrated Police Headquarters and get caught. One police officer insulted them and that's not going by (Y/N) that easily.

Being Donnie's girlfriend, the Turtles figured you'd be calm and collected like him. But in reality, your like Raph in a tiny, human body. So when times like this happens, they have no idea what kind of (Y/n) they're gonna get.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" You hissed at Donnie as you go around from your hiding spot, Mikey running the other way to tell Raph what he heard.

You knew the Turtles were starting to struggle not being accepted, especially since they're growing up and hatred being stuck in the sewers.

Raph was getting more hotheaded as ever around his brothers, Mikey was starting to get annoying, though the orher two brothers were calmer you can still tell they wanna be above ground.

Leo and Donnie looked at you, Leo sighs "We can explain"

"No, no. Its the lying for me" You said. "Leo, your gonna lose their trust. Especially Raph's"

"They don't need to know every decision I make-"

"But a big change like this?" You sighs. "Forget it, forget I said anything"

You walked away towards the homemade pizza box couch and collapsed. Sighing, you take out your phone and scrolled through Instagram.

Leo was practicing his katas when Raph came out of his gym, he walked slowly towards the leader, ready to let out steam.

"Pop quiz" Raph says jumping onto the platform. "What are the three most important traits of a ninja?"

Leo gave him a small grin as he continues his kata, "Speed. Stealth-"

"And honour. Where's the honour in keeping secrets from your brothers?" Raph accused.

"I don't know what your talking about?"

"Oh now your adding lying on the list" Raph accused.

You walk over to the two, pushing them apart by their plastrons. "Enough"

"But-"

You raised a finger as Raph silence, a clear annoyed look on his face.

"This isn't fair Leonardo. Lying to your brothers about a life changing event. What is with you?" You sternly spoke.

If you two are referring to what Donnie told me about the purple ooze, it's called compartmentalization of information," Leo replies closing up on Raph's face.

"If there's even a chance that ooze can make us human-"

"We're turtles, whether you like it or not," Leo says in aggravation.

"It's not about what I like, it's about what people up there are willing to accept!" Raph gestures to outside.

"True acceptance only comes from within," Leo recites.

"Don't give me that fortune cookie muck" Raph glares.

You backed from the two, shaking your head as you turned and walked away. Donnie rushes after you, worried about your reacting to all of this.

"You have to believe me when I say this isn't the outcome I wanted" Donnie said.

You shake your head, "Why didn't you tell me, or consult me? Why Leo?"

"I... I get guess I got too excited" he sighs. "This is something I thought everyone would want. To be normal and living above grouns. You know? To be a normal couple"

"Honey" you coo, reaching out for his hand. "I'm so sorry"

"It's fine-"

"It's not. Donnie, you should have told me this is how you felt. I should've took it into consideration. I shouldn't have gotten mad" you said.

"I'm sorry, I-" his device on left wrist beeped, Donnie paused to take a look and gave you a sincere look. "I'm sorry honey, there's a break in-"

"Say no more" you smiled. "Go be a hero"

"Leo. Leo, an alarm just tripped at the Hayden Planetarium. We have to get uptown" Donnie reports rushing towards the blue and red clad.

"Gear up, Donnie" Leo commands. "You two stay here"

"You're benching me?" Raph yells out as the two left.

"What did I do?!" Mikey asks.

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Raph had a plan. He had a plan to infiltrate the Police Headquarters with Mikey to get the last of the ooze they got in custody. He called April and Casey down to the lair with a plan in mind, the problem is how to get (Y/n) into the plan without getting much trouble.

He approaches you slowly, as you sat at Donnie's surveillance room watching as your boyfriend and the leader in blue arrive at the museum.

"Hey (Y/n), do you have a minute?" Raph asked.

You turned the chair around, "Sure. What's up Raph?"

"I know Leo and I got into an argument about the ooze-"

"Let me guess you wanna go into police headquarters to find it and use it for yourself?" You said crossing your arms.

"I-I wouldn't say it like that" Raph replied shyly.

"The blue prints are printed. Do not tell Donnie" you said with a smirk. "I'll be reckon. Watch from the outside"

"Thanks" Raph sighs and turns to walk away, but paused. "Why are you helping me?"

"I... I guess I never considered how Donnie really felt. He never told me about his desire to be normal and when he did... I guess I wanna make it up to him" you said.

"You're a good girlfriend (Y/n). Don't forget it" he smiles.

(Y/n) gathered the blue prints and pens, as the rest gathered around the dinner table. April and Casey arrived and sat next to each other, (Y/n) sat next to Mikey who dug into the pizza.

Raph clears his throat as everyone looked up at him, "We need to break into Police Headquarters"

A pause.

A really long, awkward pause.

"So, you want us to break into Police Headquarters?" April repeats.

"Uh, yeah" Raph states obviously. "Donnie said he needs more of the purple ooze to track Bebop and Rocksteady. And you said the cops would've logged it into their evidence control room by now"

"Okay, and Leo is good with this plan?" April questions skeptically.

(Y/n) clears her throat. "Actually, Raph is in charge of this one. Right Mikes?"

"U-Uh right" Mikey says unsure.

Raph places the blueprint down the table. "So, we can take the elevator shafts and vents. We need you three to stay on the ground-"

"Whoa I can't just walk into Police Headquarters" Casey refused.

"What are you? Chicken?" Raph teased.

"Hey!" Casey stood, closing up to Raph. "Who are you calling chicken, turtle?"

(Y/n) chuckles, her temper rising carefully. She reaches out pulling Casey down back his seat. "Listen, do you want to get Beebop and Rocksteady or not?"

Another pause, Casey says. "So we're breaking into Police Headquarters"

"We got one last boondoggle. We need to find someone to sneak you guys in past security checkpoint" Raph says looking at Mikey is disgust as the youngest turtle made a pizza sandwich with pizza. "Only plan I got so far may be a tad less appetizing"

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After convincing Vern to break into the police, everyone got to their spot. (Y/n) sat across the headquarters, looking through the binoculars. Her heart jump out of her chest as she sees the two mutant turtles breakthrough the ceiling. She tossed the binoculars and rushed into the headquarters, seconds before Leo and Donnie arrive.

"Raph, what're you doing with that?" Leo accuses.

"Honey?!" Donnie exclaims seeing his lover.

"Freeze! Don't move! Don't move!" An officer shouts, gun pointed.

Raph's eyes widen repeating, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Freeze right there!"

"Don't move! We'll shoot!"

Raph and Mikey looked at each other as they slowly kneel, (Y/n) rushes towards the two as the officer raises his gun shooting. Pain filled (Y/n)'s right shoulder as she places herself in front of the youngest turtle.

"Don't shoot them" (Y/n) pleads, she winces her shoulder bleeds out.

"Move girl!" An officer shouts.

"No!" (Y/n) shouts. "You don't understand!-"

BANG!

(Y/n) didn't know how quickly it happened. A shot was fired and she placed her body between Raph and Mikey, no matter how small she still blocked them. She felt a huge pain on her chest, she struggled to breathe, she barely registered her body hitting the ground as the four yell out for her.

She saw the color purple as her eyes dropped close.

[yumeka-sxf]

Spy x Family Operation Diary - mini-games

As mentioned in my previous post about the Operation Diary game, I'm making a second post discussing the many fun and varied mini-games that you can play!

There's seventeen total mini-games, with the first four being available right from the start, and the rest as you progress. Each mini-game has three courses that increase in difficulty. You start with the Peanuts course, and after you've paid Inspiration Points to play the game in that course three times, you'll unlock the Penguin course, and then finally the Chimera course.

Since I can't embed more than one video per post, I instead uploaded short videos of ten of the seventeen mini-games to YouTube so you can watch them via the links below (as for the remaining seven mini-games, I may upload videos of them to YouTube eventually but I'm not gonna make another post. You can follow the playlist I made here for any new Operation Diary uploads). All the videos are about 30 seconds each since that's all that the Switch allows.

Yor's Cooking

Vegetables fall from the top of the screen and you have to make Yor cut them before they fall below the blue cut line. If you cut them right as the vegetable is centered on the line, you'll get more points! After enough successful cuts, Yor's "serious mode" meter is filled and you're temporarily able to slow time so you can cut more easily. In the later courses, dog food boxes will also fall and you have to avoid cutting those.

Eden Dodgeball

You play as Anya, Becky, and Damian (you can swap between them) in a dodgeball match against Bill and two other kids. You have to hit each of your three opponents enough times to get them out of the game (deplete their health bar) while also avoiding getting hit yourself. You can dodge and jump to avoid being hit and can also catch a ball thrown at you if you press the button at the right time. Bill has the most health out of the three and throws very fast. Becky and Damian can throw super shots when their meter is filled while Anya is able to use her mind-reading to successfully dodge hits up to three times.

Loid's Escape

This is a stealth game where you play as Twilight on a mission to swap paintings in an art museum with fakes within a time limit. You have to make your way around the museum to swap 5 paintings while also avoiding the enemies with flashlights. If you run or walk near them, they'll hear you and may come after you. If they catch up, Twilight will take them out but you'll lose time. However, you also have a crouch walk that you can do which is slower, but the enemies can't hear you. Once you've successfully swapped all the paintings, all the enemies will come after you as you make a dash to the exit before time runs out.

Thorn Princess's Work

You play as Yor/Thorn Princess and have to take down a bunch of bad guys within a time limit before moving onto the next group. You can either do quick stabs with her stillettos or kick them. The former is more efficient, however kicking knocks them down, so that's good to use if you get surrounded. A few of the larger enemies will also attack back, but there will be visual cues so you can dodge them. If you get hit, you'll lose some time. After enough successful attacks, Yor's "big attack" meter will get filled, enabling you to do a really powerful attack that will take out a bunch of enemies at once.

Also, I have to say about the two aforementioned mini-games, I love how Anya's expression changes when you hover your cursor over Loid's game vs Yor's game...

She looks "waku waku" happy for Loid's...

...and terrified about Yor's 😂

Bond GO

Anya has a dream where she's riding on Bond collecting tons of stella! This is a fairly simple platforming game where you make Bond jump around the clouds to collect stella while also avoiding obstacles like the thunder clouds and crayon spikes. Each time you collect enough stella, you'll enter "fever mode" where Bond will grow larger and be temporarily invincible. However, each hit or fall off the screen will reduce your fever meter. You can collect Penguinman and Chimera for additional power-ups.

Anya's Fashion

This is a rhythm game where you have to correctly time your button presses to get the most points for Anya and Becky's fashion show! You also have the ability to dress up both of them before the show, though it has no bearing on your score.

Peanuts Bowling

You can play as either Anya, Yor, or Loid in a simple bowling tournament. On your turn, you first line up your shot, then you have to press the button at the right time to get a good angle and enough power for your throw. Each of the Forgers has a stat they specialize in: Anya has the most Luck, meaning she'll get more gold peanut pins to knock down for a higher score. Yor has the most Power, so her throws will likely knock down more pins on impact. And Loid has the best Curve stat, so any balls he throws at a curve will hit more accurately.

I love how the Forgers' stats in this game are so fitting!

Eden Old Maid

You play as any of the Eden kids against three of the others in a match of Old Maid! You take turns picking cards from each other and making pairs while avoiding picking the Joker. If you play as Anya, you're able to use her mind-reading ability to read your opponent's hand up to three times.

Yuri's Delicious Meal

Yuri has to eat all of the "meatballs" that Yor cooks while avoiding Loid's food. You have to press the button once for each meatball per plate (up to three) then move the L stick to the left once the plate is clean, or move the L stick to the right to pass Loid's cooking to Anya. Later rounds add an additional factor where you have to press another button to first lift the cover off the plate to see what's inside. The game is timed, and any mistake with your button presses results in a time loss. You'll also get a few "bonus" rounds where Yor will present Yuri with a giant meatball and you can spam the eat button as fast as possible for the most points!

Peanuts Tag

This is a Pac-Man type game where have to maneuver Anya through a maze, collecting peanuts while avoiding the bad guys that chase after you. If any of the bad guys touch you, you'll lose one of your three tries and be placed back at the beginning of the maze. However, there are a few macrons amongst the peanuts that, if you collect them, will make Anya grow bigger for a short time and be able to temporarily get rid of any bad guy she stomps on. Penguinman and Chimera also wander around the maze and you can collect them to get more points.

[19thperson]

19th's Steam Next Fest Impressions Jun 2025 Edition - Day 6

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Eriksholm: The Stolen Dream

Steampunk Stealth Adventure.

The city of Eriksholm is under a wave of upheaval. The economic shock of the steam revolution has left many destitute, and there's an outbreak of a deadly disease called "Heartpox." You play as a former pickpocket, trying to live an honest life, who has just recovered from heartpox, comatose for weeks. Soon after you awaken, your brother goes missing, and the corrupt police are on the hunt for both you and him. Find your brother before they do.

The first thing that I'll say is that the world design is fantastic. Every area is detailed, layered, and has a good sense of verticality to it. The effect is both fantastical and grounded.

How this translates to level design is a mixed bag. There are points where it branches off for notes and collectables, but it's otherwise a very linear game, not just in "go from point B to point B" but how you're prescribed to get there.

Our protagonist has the modern game problem of "they are constantly talking to themselves to deliver exposition or to tell you exactly how to approach a problem." When she's not doing that, she's listening to NPC's exposit and then saying out loud the information that was implied by the dialogue.

I do like exploring this world, it just feels like there's a fundamental mistrust in the player.

Easy Delivery Co.

Driving game about performing deliveries in a snow covered town.

I'll say upfront, if you want a game with tight grippy driving controls, look elsewhere. While it's not "slippery," per se, this game's roads to feel like they're wintery. Going too fast and over-correcting can and will lead to a spinout. This doesn't help the fact that the deliveries you are carrying in the back of your trucks are physics objects. They can fall out of the truck if you drive recklessly. Though thankfully a failed delivery can be quickly reset.

Aside from the driving mechanics, the rest of the game is resource management. Your car needs fuel. You need energy in the form of energy drinks. You need to keep yourself warm if you get too far away from your car. While not overbearing, it adds this continuous pressure.

I do like the deliberate meticulousness this game asks for. Aside from the whole driving physics, buying an energy drink from the vending machine involves one button press to pay for it, and another to actually pick it up. Sometimes you need to kick the machine to loosen it. Picking up a delivery involves opening up your tailgate, placing the boxes, and closing it again. It's a game with a strong sense of physicality.

To finally address the elephant in the room: There is something eerie going on in this town, but the demo doesn't really go deep into it. The most I experienced is waking up in weird dark hallways after accidentally letting myself freeze, but that ended quickly. I don't know how much the final release will actually pull the trigger wrt horror.

Dragon Detective: A Friend from the Shadows

Furry Phoenix Wright.

The independent city state of Rivulette has been fighting a war of indepencence with the Felfeather empire for 50 years. The machinery of industry is thriving, but the machinery of government is starting to show cracks, as corruption grows commonplace. In this chaos, a mysterious detective helps two children find their missing mother.

I do like that, similar to Threefold Recital, (A title I recommended a couple Next Fests ago) the furry stuff isn't just set dressing, but signaling that this is a more fantastical setting. While it's use is limited, there are supernatural aspects. Our protagonist is a "miasma dragon" inherently attuned to poison and death, which in-game is presented as "can instinctively pinpoint the time of death of things around them." The specificity of the city's history is already playing a core part in the game's first case.

The investigations are interesting but a bit long. It has a sense investigation system, where you examine points of interest using one of your six senses. (the 6th being magic.) In practice this means examining the same thing 6 times over, which slows down proceedings a bit. But it does allow one of the gimmicks I like about it: false intuition. Our detective will sometimes make a blunder and come to the wrong conclusion after examining something, adding it to a pool of correct statements, and those need to be weeded out as you build your argument.

The biggest problem so far is that the confrontation scenes… lack a certain amount of sauce. The "OBJECTION" that's supposed to punctuate correct deductions isn't snappy at all, and the dynamic overall lacked a certain pizazz There was only one in the demo, though, so later ones may come off better.

Gurei

A Boss Rush Action Platformer.

You play as the spirit Rei, on a one man war against the 9 kami.

This is a game that's nothing but boss fights. The gimmmmick is that it's going under psuedo-Megaman rules: here's a bunch of bosses, choose who you try in what order, get new abilities from each one.

Unlike Megaman, the bosses aren't static. Each time you beat one boss, the rest get new moves and phases. To add another wrinkle, you have limited lives. If you run out, you have to start over from the beginning.

I can see a lot of interesting routing strategies coming from this. Choosing what abilities you want first, what bosses you want to fight at their weakest. Plenty of replay value too, dedicated players trying to beat every final strength boss.

(The demo only lets you route 3 different bosses, with an optional set-in-stone 4th to try at the end. Having experienced that... I can't imagine how hellish the 9th level will be.)

The core combat feels good. My main complaint isn't really a problem, just muscle memory going wrong: your dodge dash doesn't have any invincibility on startup, so doing it on reaction won't help. At least it felt like that.

I really like the game's "monochrome save for the boss's color" art style. Adds a distinctive flair.

Away From Home

Quirky Rhythm RPG

You play as a horrible child named Abby who beats people up to get what she wants. Also something about a mysterious cross dimensional entity stalking her.

The pixel art I feel weird about. In that I can very clearly see it's well put together and well animated but… something about the art direction feels oversaturated? Too much detail and too many frames. It seems a level of discomfort is intended, though.

The combat system feels kind of thin. It's rhythm based, and so far there are only two types of beats: enemy attack beats in red and free beats in yellow. Press down to block red beats, press left to attack on free beats, press right to use an item on free beats, and press up to use a super. 90% of the time you'll just be hovering over two buttons, the standard attack and block.

The battle system also clashes with the high detail pixel art. There's a lot of animation they want to show off, but the player will be entirely focused on the top 10% of the screen.

The interactions between Abby and everyone else was funny though. The game has a good sense of comedic timing. If the vibes and story stay good, I can see it making up for some of its design shortcomings.

Gecko Gods

You play as a little gecko traveling series of islands, exploring their ruins, and awakening the gecko gods, bringing life back to a withered world.

I'm gonna be real I thought this game looked interesting but… after having played it, I'm kinda disappointed.

The gimmick is, as a gecko, you can basically crawl on any and every solid surface. And I thought that was a fun idea, a lot more room for exploration and hiding secrets. The problem is that this is essentially an exploration platformer where you don't need to platform. Traversal isn't fun.

I could see this still being interesting if they leaned into secret hunting, but the demo doesn't seem to. The plot seems deliberately thin, and aside from catching bugs, the only collectable of note is coins with seemingly no purpose, although I expect the full game will better contextualize them.

Right now the game feels like a collection of Zelda dungeon puzzles. And that alone a good game does not make.

Though, I can see this being a good "early 3d game." That is, a game for someone still learning how to navigate 3d games. The wall and ceiling stuff might get a little heady, but it's low pressure.

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Undertwins Headcanon:

(This is diving into lore for this AU specifically, but I really wanted to talk about it, because it's really fascinating to me)

Back where Sans and Papyrus came from, skeletons put a huge emphasis on their fonts. Fonts are very important for skeletons since they not only influence their voices and how they talk, but they're also an indication of a skeleton's temperament, as well as an influence on their appearance.

Because skeletons don't have organs, they of course don't have a voice box. Instead they have a font, which is closely connected to the soul and takes the form of an invisible... thing somewhere inside their skull, just above the beginning of their spine. Like all parts of a monster's body, it is, of course, magic, and thus a reflection of their soul. Therefore, skeletons speak in fonts as that's the way their soul expresses their temperament, NOT their full personality.

There are also different Types of skeletons. Sans Serifs and Serifs are the most common, while the Modern fonts are the rarest. The Types all have unique appearances that indicate what they are. Sans and Papyrus are Script skeletons, snow white in colour and slightly fuzzy in texture.

Skeletons name their children based on the fonts they have. They could either be the actual font itself or a variant of the name (e.g. Arial Black can be called Arial, Ari, A.B., Arblak etc as a given name). This is mainly because of tradition.

Fonts also have various rarities. As stated above, Sans Serifs and Serifs are the most common, followed distantly by Scripts. And within those Types, there are various rarities of fonts. Comic Sans and Papyrus as fonts are generally quite rare among skeletons, in contrast to the human typeface world where the fonts can be seen semi-regularly.

In addition, whether the skeleton is an uppercaser or a lowercaser also matters in their temperament and build. Uppercasers are generally louder, stronger and tougher than their lowercased counterparts, while lowercasers are soft-spoken, perceptive and excel in stealth.

As for the temperaments themselves, fonts generally have labels to identify what temperament is connected to their font.

Comic Sans is labelled as the "Comedy" or the "Laughter" font. They thrive off of laughter and making others happy. Comic Sans babies tend to laugh a lot and tend to repeat behaviours that seem to elicit joy and laughter out of others. As they grow up, they tend to have a casual, jovial demeanour. They don't tend to stay serious for long, nor do they like seeing others upset.

Papyrus is labelled as the "Cheerleader" font. They have an innate desire for confidence and to inspire others, to be a role model for other people to look up to. Papyrus babies tend to latch onto behaviours that impress their parents and peers. As they grow up, they tend to see themselves as a role model for everyone around them and strive to live up to that image. They tend to be supportive and optimistic, as well as very social.

It's very important to note that fonts are a reflection of the soul and do not dictate a skeleton's personality. It is there only to clue in what the skeleton's temperament is.

[songbirdsanctuary]

List of Animus Objects Written by Zombie Cleo

I never used my magic for anything massive—no castles, no towering monuments or sky-scraping statues. That stuff’s cool in theory, but I’ve always believed there’s something more meaningful about making things by hand. There's a soul in handmade work, even when you're capable of literally breathing life into inanimate objects. My magic was always small, personal—something I kept close.

Honestly, I didn’t even want to make this list. Feels weird, like showing off. But Joe kept pestering me, saying it would be “cool” to have a record of everything I’ve enchanted. So fine, here it is. A record. A story of sorts. Of all the things I’ve made.

Before Joining

Food-Seeking Ruby-Embedded Dagger The first thing I ever made. It would slip out of my room every morning before my mother woke up, find something edible—rabbit, bird, rat, whatever—and bring it back. I never had to go hunting for breakfast, not once. It became part of my routine, like brushing my teeth or pretending to study. My mother found out eventually. She snapped it in half and buried it in the forest. I cried over that one.

Loaf of Banana Bread We didn’t have banana bread often. It was a rare treat. So when I finally got a loaf, I enchanted it to regenerate every time I took a bite. It worked, at first. A slice here, a nibble there. But I got greedy. Ate the whole thing in one go over the course of a month. It never came back. Lesson learned: moderation matters, even with magic.

Paper of Royal Truths This plain-looking sheet of paper would automatically list the current Queen of every tribe. Not something I really needed at the time, but it felt like a test—to see how specific I could get with enchantments. It was finicky, though. Sometimes it listed dead queens. Still, it helped me learn control.

Healing Silver Snake A small silver serpent, no bigger than a bracelet, that I made to coil around my sprained ankle and heal it while I slept. It worked like a charm—until it got mixed up in my mother’s things. I never saw it again. I hope it found someone else who needed it.

Season 2

Eagle Meal Found a dead bird on the road. Didn’t want it to go to waste. Turned it into a fully cooked feast with roasted meat, herbs, even side dishes. It was delicious. Maybe a little too perfect. Still makes me wonder how much of it was the bird, and how much was just magic playing chef.

Endless Inkwell Made for Joe, of course. He was always running out of ink and smudging things. This inkwell never runs out, never spills, and he can just whisper what color he wants and it shifts instantly. Still one of the prettiest things I’ve made—sleek, black stone with a shimmer like starlight.

Season 3

Hidden Tunnel Xisuma’s only real request. A hidden tunnel that only dragons officially recognized as “Hermits” by Xisuma can find. It lets us travel from island to island, stretching farther and farther away from the mainland without being tracked. The tunnel is living—it can move, if a Hermit flies far enough and summons it. It’s one of my proudest enchantments. Quiet. Powerful. Invisible to those who shouldn’t find us.

Sea-Creature Paperweights Joe gave me a bag of sapphires and jade and asked for “something pretty.” I turned them into paperweights shaped like sea creatures—an octopus, a narwhal, a few jellyfish. They’re heavy, magical, and hum faintly when it rains.

Season 4

Super-Growth Seeds A small enchanted satchel filled with wildflower seeds. The moment they hit soil, they grow within minutes, bursting into full bloom. Some of the flowers are taller than me. Great for decorating, not so great for stealth.

Moonlight Glass Globes A wooden box filled with glass spheres that glow softly, like the moon-globes the IceWings and RainWings use. Mine don’t float like theirs, though—I haven’t figured out levitation enchantments yet. Still, they’re beautiful, and they make any room feel calm.

Sapphire-Embedded Knife (Dagger 2.0) I made this for Mumbo when he got sick. It was like my first dagger, but smarter—it would only hunt when Mumbo was too weak to do it himself. It brought back warm food every time, and never anything cruel or unnecessary. It understood the difference.

Season 5

Re-Enchanted Sapphire Dagger Updated the previous enchantment. Now it listens for anyone who is too weak, too tired, or too sick to hunt and only acts if they ask it. It’s my version of kindness. Consent matters, even in magic.

Whisper-Torch A simple torch that lights on command. “Fire,” and it burns. “Out,” and it’s cold. Great for camping or being dramatic.

Perfect Pot An ordinary-looking cooking pot that perfectly cooks anything you put in it—soups, stews, even cake. It senses temperature and time, adjusts itself, and never burns. Etho tried to steal it once. I hexed it to bite anyone but me.

Alright, happy now, Joe? This took way longer than it should’ve, and I’m not updating this again. Probably. Maybe. Okay, maybe if something really cool happens. But no promises.

[animeyanderelover]

Nagisa with a supportive and affectionate s/o? Like they admire his skills and stealth, and they want to cheer him up from those negative thoughts of his. Helping Nagisa out of their shell and being generally sweet and considerate of him 🥺

I'm in the goddamn last week of my summer break😭​.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsession, clinginess, stalking, overprotective behavior

Supportive and affectionate s/o

🐍​Everyone of his classmates knows about you two and as much as they all love teasing Nagisa about it, they're definitely happy for him. Nagisa on the other hand is constantly a blushing mess around his darling, his heart constantly beating rapidly in his chest. You're basically his personal cheerleader, there to support him for about anything. Be it school or assassination training, you're always there to support him, cheer him up and praise him for even the smallest things. You adore him and at times Nagisa does wonder why him of all people? People like Isogai or Karma are much more attractive and talented in his mind yet you still chose him. Such insecurities sometimes just hit him out of the blue with no apparent reason, it's just a random thought that at times haunts him a bit. Merely thinking about you leaving him spikes his anxiety, he doesn't know if he could do it without you.

🐍​Luckily you're always there to lift his mood and help him with such negative thoughts. You compliment him for even small tasks, note how pretty his blue hair is and sweetly tease him about the pink blush on his face when you show him your affections. You make bento boxes for him or give him a quick peck on his cheeks, earning you the lovely sight of his face heating up. You do look out for not overwhelming him though as you know that Nagisa is a rather reserved and silent individual and so you don't mind just sitting with him in comfortable silence. Nagisa initially fears that you might get scared around him when his talents as an assassin start to reveal themselves as he so far thought that you loved his easily flustered and shy side and wouldn't want to see the far more threatening part. Surprisingly enough, and much to his relief, you admire his skills and his stealth a lot.

🐍​You're his security blanket and his personal sunshine so Nagisa becomes particularly protective of you. Obviously you're participating in the training like all other students in the class but paranoia isn't something to be soothed with logic alone. His newly learned skills truly come in handy all of a sudden and with a slice of guilt Nagisa starts stalking you a bit, only to make sure that you're always doing fine and arrive home safely. He detests seeing you sad or even worse, seeing you in tears. For all that you give him everyday, Nagisa feels in such moments a bigger burden then ever as he owes you so much, too much as he sometimes fears. How can he repay you for all the love and encouragement? He wants to do the same for you that you do for him but at times it still feels like it isn't enough. So especially when he sees you sad, he flips out. It's such a heartbreaking sight and he genuinely believes that everyone who hurts you and makes you cry must be a heartless person.

🐍​You mean only the best and eventually Nagisa starts feeling better about himself but only when you're around. He can't help but grow co-dependent. Your presence, your praise, your affirmation and your sugar sweet love are all he could ask for and everything he could need but that automatically means that he's quite clingy. In public stuff like kisses or hugs might embarrass him a bit when others are watching, ultimately he appreciates it though. He knows if he asks you to stop, you would. Overall though he relies a lot on your affection and your ways to cheer him sweetly up. It's disturbing to not have you around for a certain amount of time, a quite distressing experience he loathes. So the most natural reaction would be acting more clingy. You're his source of happiness and comfort, he can't have you separated from him for too long.