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edgeray · 2 months ago

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*vibrates*

So many wips… 👀

Ok so. IDK. I have. So many “want to sees”. So I’m just gonna list them 🤷‍♀️

Ghost Clervie AU. I’m imagining Clervie watching as Peruere- sorry, *Arlecchino* develops her “cold, strict, and unfeeling Father persona”. But she quickly reverts back to Peruere in the presence of Clervie when Arle figures out she isn’t hallucinating and this isn’t some scheme of someone trying to throw her off balance.

(I’m actually just realizing the parallels of Furina making her Archon persona and Peruere with her Father persona 🤔 Both masks are there in order to better protect the people that rely on them (Fontaine’s citizens and the Hearths Children respectively)). Anyways.

Isekai-ed Arlecchino. I’m just wondering at how that would work and how serious you would make the writing take itself. Like would it be crack, crack that takes itself serious, or serious? (You don’t need to answer that. I was just pondering)

Modern Cat or Bunny Shifter Arle. Arle in her animal form has a nearly 100% coat with the exception of one ear that’s black. It’s cute. Also, I see her as a bunny with floppy ears that are so long that she trips over them XD I’m giggling at the thought she might even be one of those massive bunny breeds too. This makes me wonder if the House exists and whether or not the rest are also shapeshifters. Like a haven for shapeshifters, if you will.

Pirate Arle. You know (you don’t, but I’m telling you 😅) I’m a sucker for enemies(who actually aren’t all that bad) taking in and caring for an abandoned enemy.

Historical Goddess Arle. I think the fact that Reader prays for a painless death rather than no death at all could be intriguing to Arle who probably regularly gets prayers from people not wanting to die?

Spiderwoman Arle. It’s not a want, it’s a need. I’m also a sucker for secret identity relationships.

Arlecchino w/ Cursed Bio Child.

Alien Arle and Human Reader. Arle and Clervie internally seething at getting another runaway test subject (not at the human, at the fact they were experimented on). That(the facility) would need to be taken care of… (badass ArlexClervie couple who are leaders of an organization who take down illegal trafficking rings, experiment facilities, etc? 👀) Once the newcomer gets adjusted to their new home, of course.

Arlecchino x Alive/Knave Clervie.

Sorry if any of that/the extra commentary seems like I’m trying to press for any of this. Yeah, these are requests. If that’s ok 🙂

👉👈 Hopefully it isn’t overwhelming.

The Other End of the Blade

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Hi anon, sorry for being late with this anon! I really love your commentary on all of your (mine?) ideas so don’t worry about it! I’ll put more of a response at the end of this. This one is going to be pirate AU because I too crave some enemies to lovers right now. One piece is the only basis I have for pirates so apologies if it's not alike to other pirate media. Those of you wondering where this list of ideas come from, it’s from my ideas/wip post, where I store all of the silly little ideas for fanfics. Feel free to request from anything on that list.

Content warnings / info - enemies to lovers, semi-graphic violence, heavily one piece inspired, got WAY too invested into this whoops, 4.0k words

Before you could read books, you could read wanted posters. Before you could spell out your name, you could write down ‘pirate’ and ‘wanted dead or alive.’ Before you could write, you throw a mean punch. Before you knew how to play, you knew how to fight. And before you knew how to count your fingers, you could tie knots. Before you knew what a Marine was, you already were one. And before you knew what ‘love’ means, you knew what hate was and who to hate: pirates. Hatred towards them coursed alongside your blood through your veins.

Pirates are the scum of the seas, raiders from the depths of the oceans that have come to pillage towns and wreak havoc over the prospering empires. They’re sick people who only know how to steal and how to kill. They rob lives without an ounce of hesitance, ignorant to the misery and suffering they force upon people because of their actions. The world would be better off without them. That way, all people can live in peace without worry from murderers and pillagers like them. Pirates are everything you should hate and you swear that you're going to make it so not one person has to be afraid of their shores–they'll never have to look at the horizon wondering if they see pirate ships in the distance cruising towards them.

If there is one thing that your family has instilled into you, it would be that a world free of suffering is a world free of pirates. Like every other family member before you, you've been set on the path of greatness that is to eradicate every one of those vermin since birth. The only aspiration you could have is rising the ranks of the Marines. Generations of your family served in the Marine, holding the highest positions. Being anything short of one of the admiral positions, (the lowest of which ranking fourth highest in authority) is a disgrace, a stain on your one of the most prominent Marine families.

Rising towards the ranks was no difficulty for you. It's only about two years since you've joined the Marines, and you've already risen to a commander position. For reference, even the best of soldiers take four to five years to be promoted to that level. And you know you're about to be promoted–you just need one big case. Just capture one famous pirate, and you know that the Captain rank is yours. One more step closer to cementing your place among the greats of your family.

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Water pelts across your face and the strong sea breeze whips around you. Over your own thumping heart, you can hear the roaring of raging waves paired with the wild flapping of the sails and the creaking of wood. Thudding footsteps rushes all around you, and the clouded sky flashes, thundering.

“Lower the sails!” You scream at the men as they wrestle with the ropes. Seeing one of the men fumble, you grumble under your breath and shove him away to take over.

“Get a bucket, and keep getting rid of the water. We need as little water to get into the hull as possible,” you command him, and that's enough to make him useful.

“Pirate ship spotted!” One of the crew members states and you groan in frustration. A pirate ship at this time? You're only just barely ensuring the vessel does not capsize! Not only is the Marine ship struggling, but no doubt the pirate ship would be too. You release the ropes, seeking out the captain.

“Captain!” You yell as you head towards him. The cranky man shoots you a snooty glare before turning to a Marine soldier besides him.

“Hurry up! What flag is it?! Huh? Huh?! Give me a damn answer before I throw you overboard!” Your captain gruffly exclaims at the poor Marine who was holding a spyglass, pointing it towards the oncoming ship. You cringe at the Captain's voice, silently giving sentiments to the other Marine.

“It's a… um… it.. um…” The Marine stutters, unsure of what to make of the flag. You grind your teeth before wrenching it out of his hands and examining the flag yourself with squinted eyes. In between heavy rain and dark surroundings, you can just barely recognize the flag: a hand grasping a candle.

Damn it! At this time?!

“It's the Hearth pirates!” You announce, tossing the scope to your Captain to see.

“The Hearth? You mean one of the Harbinger crews?!” The old man grunts before seeing for himself. His facial features morph into one of disbelief before hardening.

“I want every cannon manned now! Get your weapons ready and drawn! All hands on deck!” The Captain demands. The confusion and disbelief was practically palpable among the Marines, and felt through their second of hesitation before the soldiers’ replied with a ‘yes Captain.’

Is he crazy? What the hell is wrong with him? As much as you would love to capture the notorious Hearth pirates, you knew now was nothing but an imprudent time. Even if the Hearth was among the less deadly of the Harbinger crews, that did not make them any less powerful. You have heard from other Marines’ hushed whispers that it takes at least a large fleet (5 Marine ships) to take down one entire Harbinger ship, and even that was theoretical. The Fatui pirates as a whole are damn near unstoppable, but the Harbingers themselves are monsters ripped from hell. As much as you hate to admit, you’re not strong enough to defeat a Harbinger, and you have similar doubts for your Captain. Where does he get this pomposity from?

The other men are struggling enough to keep this piece of wood afloat, and now they have to worry about battling pirates? You doubt even the Hearth is eager for a fight. Fighting in this storm would only lead to early graves for both sides. Winning against and capturing the Hearth pirates is unfavorable, but surviving past this storm is indisputable.

“Wait, Captain!” You call out to him. An annoyed click of his tongue comes from him, as if you were the bother, and it only makes you clench your hands into fists. He turns his back towards you, irritation written all over his expression.

“What are you standing around for? Get ready already!” He demands with a scrunched face.

“We can't engage in battle with them yet! We don’t have enough men, and we're already struggling with the storm!” You protest. “We're in no condition to try and fight them!”

Silence. Around you, you hear whispers from the other crewmates, sounds of agreement coming from them. Evidently, this increases the captain's indignation.

“Quiet!” He screams. “If we're struggling, just think about how they could be faring! They don't have nearly enough resources as us marines do to survive! This is our chance to capture one of the Harbinger crews!

“After all,” he pauses to give you a pointed, haughty look. “We have one of the members of the greatest family? We won't lose with you on our side, right? We're in your hands.”

You bristle, your nails digging into your palm as your lips twitch into a deeper frown. To think he would use your family name against you. What is he even trying to do? You're too stunned to respond and he brushes past you.

You're absolutely powerless to do anything, and so are the other soldiers on this ship. No one here outranks the Captain. No matter how correct you may be, you would be punished for disobeying a superior's order. If only you could have been promoted earlier, then you wouldn't have to listen to this fool. Had it been you, you would have this ship steered towards the closest Marine base and report what direction the Hearth pirates are going. But you can't do that. You nod pathetically, and the rest of the men disperse.

You can only watch as the smaller ship approaches closer and closer. As soon as Hearth pirates enter within the firing range, chaos ensues with your Captain's bellowed “FIRE!”

A cacophony of screams and cannon fire sound through the air, deafening you, and the overpowering smell of gunpowder and brine swarm your nostrils. Like all naval battles, it’s always a blur–just a flash of colors and movements. At some point, the pirate ship approached close enough for them to board onto the Marine ship. You are not aware of this until you find yourself face to face with one of the Hearth pirates. By then, all rationale has been thrown out in favor of instinct–the most precise, miniscule reaction is what keeps you alive the most when it comes to battling pirates. Your surroundings fade from your awareness, your only attention on the figure before you.

She’s a young pirate, that you can tell, but her skills are no less admirable. She has an ever passive, unreadable face that makes predicting her movements hard to discern and even harder to catch off guard. You narrowly dodge another slash of her saber, and your cutlass swishes through the air, only shallowly cutting her sleeve. Despite this, she is far from deterred, and you have to parry another swing. The steel of the blades screeches as your blades clash against each other. Now at a temporary standstill, the both of you exchange eye contact for a brief moment. Lilac eyes, brimming with determination, skirts away from yours. She pulls away only to lunge again, a thrust of her blade heading towards you abdomen but you dodge, side-stepping it. The blade skims just past you, embedding into the wood of one of the masts. Realizing the given opportunity, you give a swift kick to the pirate’s stomach, disconnecting her hand from the handle of her sword. She tumbles onto the ground with a grunt, and you use no time to close the distance.

Just as you are about to deliver another blow, a loud gunshot sounds through, making you flinch. A sharp pain erupts from your left shoulder and you stumble back from the young pirate. You cock your head, peering behind you. This action allows you to narrowly miss two oncoming daggers, though your cheek and neck get nicked. Spinning on your heel, you face the dagger wielding pirate fully. He’s a young boy, with a top hat and matching eyes of the saber user. Siblings, perhaps? The fierceness in his eyes confirms your suspicions.

You charge at the boy, but before reaching him, a large wave crashes into the boat, water spilling overboard and throwing you off balance. The sudden impact makes you lose your balance, and you’re hurtled towards the railings of the ship, your back slamming into it. An audible crack emits from the collision and your spine screams out in agony. Lifting yourself into a crawling position, you glance up at the havoc over the deck.

A bit close to you is your captain, fighting against a white-haired woman. Given the striking polearm she wields, that must be the Knave, one of the eleven Harbingers of the Fatui pirates. Her movements are graceful, every thrust and slash calculated and precise. In contrast, your captain’s movements are botched, desperate. Every output of effort from him is just for another instance of him scraping by with his life. Each parry with his saber leaves his arms trembling. He is a bumbling mess compared to the Knave. Easily, you can tell it’s a losing battle for your captain. He’s outclassed.

You’re about to rise when a flicker of bright light catches your gaze. Your eyes widen as you turn your head to spot a bright orange mass covering a part of the deck, and it only grows the longer you gaze at it. The flames stalk towards you with a terrifying space. Despite your body’s protest, you beckon your body to stand. When you have both feet on the wooden planks, you head towards your captain to assist him in his battle. Abruptly, the Marine ship shakes, another current assaulting its side. Swept off your feet, your body is flung, your lower abdomen hitting the top of the railings while you roll off of the ship. It’s only by sheer luck that your hand catches the base of the railing, holding onto it with all the strength you could muster in your left arm. The rest of your body hangs over the ever-swallowing sea.

Your grasp is slipping because of the rain. You grunt as you try to lift yourself with just one arm. Opening your mouth, you clench your teeth onto the spine of your cutlass, freeing up your right arm to grip onto the base of another fence. With much effort, you’re able to heave your head up so that your eyesight is just over the floor. You can spot the familiar boots of the captain. Every muscle in your arm is straining, burning painfully. Holding on for much longer is impossible.

The cutlass has to go. You let the weapon fall from your mouth, and it plunges into the waters below.

“Captain! Captain!” The guttural outcry comes from your lips. There’s the groaning of wood breaking. A large shadow looms over you, and you lift your gaze. The mast above tilts down, forewarning its collapse on top of you.

“CAPTAIN!” You scream out, no longer having the strength to lift your head above the deck. You dangle helplessly, your grip slacking with each second.

You hear thumping footsteps towards you, and you have never been more grateful to see the unsightliness of your captain’s face peering over the railings.

For a moment, he does nothing, viewing your vulnerable state. His lips twitch, a small smile stretches over his face. He turns away briefly, glancing in both the right and left direction, before focusing on you again.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that they know you fought honorably,” he says, venom in his voice. “So go ahead and let go.”

Your blood freezes, and his face disappears. Your arms can no longer continue and you let up.

You fall, plunging into the icy cold waters. The iciness does not just seep into your blood, but your muscles and tendons too, making your body heavy. Air is stolen away from you and you flail and kick to the surface for air. Everything hurts. As you sputter for oxygen, coughing out the saltwater, your vision catches the glimpse of a long brown mass toppling down onto you. It’s the last thing you see when something hits the back of your head, and everything fades into an inky abyss.

—

Everything hurts. It's the first thing that comes to you when you are able to grasp even a bit of consciousness. You feel it in your limbs, your back, your abdomen, essentially anything above your waist has a stabbing sensation in it. A groan, followed by a deep suction of air, emerges from you, and you lift your head up. Your eyes flutter open, bright light stabbing into your eyes. You let out a pained groan, rolling your neck to ease its discomfort but find it unhelpful.

Your eyes adjust to the orange glow of your surroundings. You blink several times to relieve the blurriness in your vision, able to see more clearly. Given the rocking motion and the familiar sound of waves crashing, you would reckon you're on a ship. Looking down at yourself, you're seated on a chair. You attempt to sit up, only to find yourself unable to. Rope digs into the skin of your bound wrists, and you let out a string of expletives in a single defeated sigh.

“Did you learn that tongue from the Marines?” A cutthroat voice resounds through the room.

You dip your head, turning towards the figure. A tall woman leans against the wall in the corner, a good bit of distance away. White and black strands, charcoal hands, crimson crossed-pupils, and the epitome of beauty and refinement that marks the appearance of the Knave. Strange to find that among pirates, of all brutish people. Your hazy mind clears in an instant, and you sit up straighter. The pirate captain's presence brings about your most recent memories onto the forefront of your mind in short bursts. With a forceful swallow, you recognize that you have been captured by the Hearth pirates. If you're alive rather than dead, that means they have some use for you. Whatever it is, you need to escape from this. You can only do that when you fish for enough information.

Taking in your surroundings, you'd have to guess you're in some storage room. Stacked barrels make up the majority of the room. Perhaps if you're able to access the contents of the barrels, you can use them to escape. If not, you could easily ruin their supplies, including food and water.

“I just thought communicating would be easier in your language,” you snark back, observing the Harbinger's reaction. Expectedly, she remains inexpressive, revealing nothing. She leans away from the wall, stalking towards you. Heels click against the floorboards. Only pirates would have the audacity to be wearing such compromising shoes out on the sea.

She stands before you, unmoving, her piercing gaze smiliarly fixated on your form. When nothing comes from her lips, you make conversation first.

“Admiring me?”

This earns a humorless chuckle. “There's nothing to admire.”

Ow.

A frown comes across your face. Acting coy does not work on pirates like the Knave. The Knave seems like someone who only responds to directness. No use in stalling.

“What happened to my crew?”

“They were alive when we left them.”

“And are they still alive?”

“Presumably.”

You grit your teeth, lunging at her in anger. Your bounds don't allow for much movement, and it only makes your chair screech across the floor boards towards the pirate. “You left them in the middle of the storm with a ruined ship! You killed them!”

“You were the fools that decided to attack us.”

“You would have attacked us first! You scum aren't above anything! How can I even trust your word? How do I not know you're not lying to my face?! How do I know you haven't slaughtered them all?!” You scream, thrashing against the ropes wildly.

“I doubt any persuasion could relieve your distrust. I see that any sort of conversation with you will be futile,” the pirate remarks. She spins on her heel, heading towards the door. You're almost tempted to let her if it means the chance of never seeing her face again, until another thought crosses your mind.

Why did she want some sort of conversation with you?

“Wait.”

The Knave stops in her tracks. “Are you choosing to be civil for once?”

You scrunch your nose. “Never mind. I can't bear seeing your face again.”

An audible huff comes from the pirate before she does face back towards.

“Why did you… why did you keep me alive? Why did you spare me? Why did you…” You pause, recalling back to your last memories. You were knocked unconscious by falling debris, that you were sure of. You should have drowned by all accounts. You doubt your crewmates have saved you–you hate to admit it, but you would have sunk to the seabed before one of them had noticed. Your crewmates would have been too focused on the pirates to have. If it wasn't any one from your party, then that only leaves the opposing party. However, there is no logical reason for them to. You'd sooner accept divine intervention rather than pirates having rescued you.

The voice in your head, the voice that has been fostered since your childhood, tells you that it is neither of those two, just a sick sense of karma. Pirates aren't capable of any good doing. If they've kept you alive, it's because they intend to hurt you even more. They're inhuman monsters who only know how to steal and steal, until nothing of you is left. Wretched people that shouldn't even have the luxury of being labeled as ‘humans.’

“Why am I here?” You finally settle on those words.

Silence stretches for a single moment before she begins. “You encountered two of my children, yes?”

You raise your eyebrows at the mention of ‘children.’ You're aware that some captains likened themselves to a parental figure of their crew–it seems like the Knave is one of those cases. You think back to the young ash blond pirates you briefly fought.

“The swordswoman and the dagger thrower,” you reply.

“Correct. I found Lyney as a child, when I was wandering the alleys of a shoretown. He bumped into me because he was in a hurry to save his sister from being sold to a high ranking Marine.”

Shock envelopes your face as you process those words. A Marine? Someone whose duty is to protect citizens? A high ranking Marine? Someone whose performance and power is praiseworthy and yet they would do something like that? The thought sickens you. That kind of behavior… that can only pertain to a pirate right? It is not possible for a Marine to act that way. Other Marine officials would have never allowed it. She must be feeding falsehoods to trick you, to get you to betray your family and duty. There's no way this would happen.

Despite your inner turmoil, Arlecchino continues. “When I took them in, fed them and gave them somewhere to sleep, it took several months for Lyney to sleep in his own quarters. He couldn't be torn away from his sister's quarters. Any chore assigned to him, Lynette had to be beside him. You would have to possess a superhuman strength to separate him from her.”

You could imagine why. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, hating the fact that with every word, her story seems more and more plausible. Why were you even considering this fabricated story? Why were you being swayed by a pirate's tongue?

“Why are you telling me this? You didn't take me to tell your kids’ sob story,” you remark.

“Every single person on this ship has been dealt an unfortunate hand by the Marines. My children,” she speaks with a hint of indignation, her voice chillingly sincere, “have suffered and wept because of a Marine. Not one of them has ever had a good history with a Marine.”

She gives you a pointed look, one that makes your blood boil. You hate it, you want to gauge her eyes out because you can see the glint of sympathy in them. “I see now that it's not just people having been harmed by the Marines. But their own people too.”

“I am not some pitiful stray you found on the street!” You scream, having heard enough of this. “I have not been wronged by-”

“Your captain abandoned you.” That is all it takes to silence you, and your outburst dies the instant it comes. Any protests on your lips is pummeled away by the heaviness in your chest that forms whenever you think back to that moment. Arms aching, helpless and dangling, and the man you relied upon to lead you and guide you, turns away. He left you, simple as that, to die. Why? You couldn't even fathom a reason. How could a captain do that? After all your service, after all you've done for him, he leaves you.

“You would have died because of a self-serving captain.”

And you still have the audacity to try and defend him. The Marines are all you know. He was just one man. That did not mean all the Marines were like that. “He was just one man.”

“One man is all it takes. One man is one too many. And if that were true, no one else would be on my ship. I do not believe that all Marines are as revolting as him. Quite the opposite. But there is enough and that's the problem.

“You may find it hard to believe, but we want to welcome you. If you choose to so stubbornly reject our hospitality and company, we will drop you off at the nearest island so you may return to your duty. But here, we at least know of loyalty and family, I assure you that.”

The Knave approaches you. You hear the unsheathing of a blade and you feel your wrists relieved from their bounds. You gape at her.

“Welcome to the House of the Hearth.”

More A/N: I know this was really long, and not at all romantic, but I got way too invested into the plot of it all to actually focus on the romance. Please someone request a part two because I haven't enjoyed writing a piece this much in a while (i know my inbox is closed for requests but I will make this an exception. This was such a fun piece that really had me invested the entire time while writing. I would love to see Arlecchino's and Reader's relationship develop more. I hope you guys enjoyed this because it's now the longest request I've ever written.

I'm not done yapping, unfortunately. To address anon's commentary. First of all, never be sorry for the commentary. I love yapping, as you may be able to tell. I love hearing your guys' ideas and I think they're all so cool!! (I'm also lonely :v pls talk to me anons).

I love, love, love Arlecchino's character, and I so wish to see it more explored in x Reader fics (I have something like this in the works ehehe) and I totally see the comparison between Furina and Clervie (even though I don't ship Arlefuri).

I've already written Goddess! Arlecchino x Reader! I've linked it in case you haven't seen it before. I'm also working on an Alien! Arlecchino x Human! Reader, so not quite like the Alien AU! Arlevie, but I thought it's something you might be interested. I think that Bunny! Arle would be more like her plush in the Arlecchino animation, but seeing her with floppy ears is such a cute image. With the Isekai AU, I guess it really depends on my mood. (I've also put a different concept for an Arlecchino Isekai-ed AU in the same post), but likely the one mentioned in your asks will have more crack.

I really want to think you for your conideration of my ideas!! It means a lot to me that people actually see them and like can envision it and feel the raw potential for that story like I do. I know it took super long for me to get to this request and it might not even be how you wanted but I hope you like it. <333

Note to future requests: if you guys give me a list of ideas you want me to do (bc you're as indecisive as I am), I can pick one to write :33)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

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Second Best 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hurt. Bad. Your insides are on fire and your soul is raw. You lean into the car door as each bump along the back roads jostles you and makes you whimper. You watch out the window without seeing.

There’s a sudden radiating agony in you as something slaps against your knee. You squeak and look at the sheriff’s hand as he squeezes and purrs. You hug yourself tighter as he rubs the cap and creeps further up your thigh.

“Dang, girl, I’m startin’ to go again,” he snickers as he kneads you through the denim, I could have your ass around me all over again.”

His snarl makes you shudder. You’re sickened by him. His voice, his touch, his very being. And you’re disgusted with yourself. With what he did to you. You're scalded by the burning deep inside of you.

“So, vanilla?” He draws his hand away reluctantly and rests it on the shifter, his other thumb lazily hooked around the bottom of the wheel. “Though now you might want something more adventurous... how about some double fudge or... rocky road?”

His laughter makes you shrink. You lower your eyes at the glaze of hot tears and mop them with the back of your hand. What’s done is done but it doesn’t make it any better now it’s over. You can feel him. You don’t think you’ll ever forget it.

“Aw, don’t get quiet on me, kitten,” he taunts, “we had some good fun. Don’t ya worry, I’m not embarrassed. Ya can tell Greta all about me. Maybe y’all can share notes.”

He laughs again and you hide behind your hands, “please...”

“You don’t gotta be so sensitive. It’s what ya do. Coulda had your pussy if I wanted,” he clicks his tongue, “I was nice just tearing up your rear.”

“I don’t... I don’t want any ice cream. I want to go home,” you gulp down a sob.

“Now, now, I ain’t gonna be some deadbeat like that. I owe you a proper date, don’t I? ‘Less you that type of gal.”

“I didn’t....” want that.

You can’t finish. You know he doesn’t care. That this isn’t some valiant gesture. A date? No, he’s torturing you. Still.

He pulls up outside the grocery store and you sink down, overly aware of all the people on the street. There’s no way they don’t see you with the sheriff. He won’t let them miss it.

“Go on, grab us a table,” he winks, “I’ll go in an get us a scoop. Still set on vanilla?”

You look at him sharply and press a shaky hand to your chest, “don’t make me do this, sheriff.”

“Make you do what, now? I’m being awfully fucking nice,” he reaches to grab you by the chin, “I treated ya to something thick, now let me get ya something sweet.”

He’s so gross. You knew that already but each word is twisted like a knife in your already shredded insides. You lower your lashes, “sorry, sir.”

He hums and pushes his thumb up to your lower lip, playing with it, “now that’s a good girl. Sir...” He wiggles in his seat, “you’re gettin’ me riled again.” He trails his hand down your neck and pushes your hand away from your chest. He cups your tits and squeezes, pushing you back with the force of his grope. He growls and rips his hand away, “goddamn, you go get a table.”

He unbuckles his seat belt and leans back as he undoes his fly. He reaches down the front of his pants and grabs himself, tucking his tip up under the band of his brief. He does up and lets out a smoky exhale.

“Maybe on the way back, huh.” He opens his door and pauses to glance over at you, “you hold up over there.” He gets out and hurries around the hood. He comes around to open your door and waves his arm extravagantly as he urges you out, “ya know I’m the old-fashioned type. A real gentleman.”

You don’t look up. You get out and murmur a thanks, knowing better than to forget that small courtesy. You know someone you know will see because everyone knows everyone. You turn your head as you shuffle past him.

“I’ll grab the table by the wall,” you utter.”

“I’ll find ya, kitten,” he purrs.

You walk away from him and cross to the table in the shade. You’re hoping being far enough away from the street might at least be subtle. You sit on the bench and stifle a yelp. Oh god. You fold your arms on the table and hang your head, taking deep breaths as you try to sooth the pain.

What happened? What did he do? You’re not some silly girl, you aren’t saving yourself for some prince charming but that was not what you ever imagined. That was...

You inhale and raise your head, putting your hands to the side of your neck. You stare off into the leaves across the lot and they blur into orbs; shades of green rustling in the sunlight. You could get up and go but that won’t help you. That’s what got you into this whole mess.

You wince as the sheriff blocks the view of the trees. He sits across from you and offers you a cone. You take it, turning it in your hand as you examine the already dripping scoop.

“Cherry cheesecake,” he winks.

You don’t know if it’s another joke. Cherry. Popping your cherry. Ugh. It’s so nasty the way they talk about it.

“Oh, thank you.”

“They were all outta vanilla,” he shrugs, “got me some chocolate swirl.”

You nod and adjust the napkin to catch the melting cream. He eagerly licks his own, watching you as he does, spreading his tongue wide as his cheek dimples. You’re repulsed by the vision of him hungrily lapping up the ice cream.

“Go on,” he encourages you, “you got a pretty mouth, don’t ya?”

You sniff and look at the scoop. You slowly bring it closer and flick your tongue across the sweet melty treat. He growls as he watches you and slurp up some of the mess trickling down his fingers.

“Mm, I like to watch ya work,” he chortles, “make sure ya don’t tire yourself out,” he slips his hand under the table, his arm moving slightly, back and forth as he rubs himself. “We got a long ride home, ain’t we?”

#second best #lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #series #drabble #au #backwoods #the devil all the time

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sinful-lanterns · 7 months ago

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So I've had thoughts about Stargazer in the Monster AU... 👀 She had a 3-star outfit in the the store a few weeks ago, so based on that appearance along with her feline familiars in it, I think she could be a large cat shifter. Maybe a very large sand cat. They tend to be solitary desert creatures and, like most cats, very independent, which fits Stargazer very well to me if you played through her event. Because of how spread out their population is, sand cats normally have to travel long distances to even find a mate (their mating call actually sounds similar to a dog bark which is hilarious to me 😂), and I imagine once Shifter!Stargazer found our dear Researcher, she'd be quite reluctant to let them go. 😏 If you consider Egyptian mythology as well, cats were also quite revered back then and considered magical, so she could still have powers in the Monster AU too! Mostly, I'm just happy thinking about Shifter!Stargazer with her rough cat tongue and the spiny nubs on her cock to pleasure you while she focuses on putting a nice healthy litter of kittens into you... 😌 - 🌙 anon

I actually think Stargazer would make a good Sphinx Monster tbh. It sorta fits the sand cat description you’ve got going on, and it allows Stargazer to have that spiny nubbed cock that Researcher would definitely take an interest in 🤭

I can see the Researcher being given a riddle by Stargazer while exploring the sandy desserts, and despite Stargazer expecting the Researcher to fail, she surprises her and answers the riddle easily. (The Researcher is quite smart so, makes sense lol)

Stunned that this little human managed to crack her complex riddle, Sphinx! Stargazer is immediately intrigued and begins purring at the Researcher quite affectionately. I can see Nekomata! Angell growling a bit when she sees this other cat monster getting too close to the Researcher, so that’ll definitely be an interesting rivalry when Stargazer inevitably joins the group.

In exchange for solving her riddle? Stargazer allows the Researcher to have a favor. Her requested favor? To see her cock of course!

Sphinx! Stargazer is surprised, yet smug at the same time as she indulges in the Researcher’s request. And the Researcher is definitely not disappointed at what she saw underneath those robes~ 💕

#⛓️ interrogation complete #🌙 anon #monster au

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loop-hole-319 · 3 months ago

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South Park Monster AU

Stan - werewolf, He can't hunt because the sight of blood terrifies him. Had a panic attack the first time he saw Kyle shed his antlers. Was separated from his family by poachers and witnessed his pack be skinned alive before Wendy saved him. Can't he can't shift away his legs, tail and ears because of the trauma. Codependent relationship both Wendy and Kyle and must be next to one or the other. Dating Wendy, in a queer platonic relationship with Kyle. Smallest wolf form of the shifters. He is in charge of forageing and gathering.

Wendy - Kumiho, Has the highest kill count of poachers and other monster hunters. Before she joined the caravan, her goal was to kill as many poachers as possible and to take down every camp she came across. Her new goal is to escort the caravan to the safe zone. She is the leader of the werewolves in the caravan and is in charge of making big decisions. She and Kyle basically the leaders of the caravan.

Red/Rebecca - Huldra foxtail variant, She was going to kill and eat Clyde when the caravan stopped by a town. The group had sent some disguised members in together for supplies. She joined the caravan when she realized they were headed south to the Al's monster reserve. She is in charge of blending in with humans and the occasional shopping in towns.

Bebe - Secretary Bird Harpy, Bebe meet the caravan by decapitating a Hunter who was chasing Ike and Tricia while they were playing a little too far from camp. She and Tweek most often take up guard duty for the caravans campsites.

Butters - Cockatiel Harpy, Was raised in captivity for his entire life as a victim was the monster pet trade. His owners were abusive and also never let him sing. This caused him to stress pluck his feathers. Kenny helped teach him how to fly after rescuing him. They joined the caravan a year after he was freed. Got shot by a hunter and had to ride on Kyle until he healed.

Kenny - Reanimated corpse, Dating Butters who he saved from his abusive owners. Hollowed out his chest cavity to make room for storage. Sometimes he carries Karen in there, they like to play Kangaroo and Joey. He doesn't remember anything about his past life, but he woke up in a creepy Hunter's taxidermy cabin. Once he ate Kyle's velvet shed. This made Stan pass out. Cartman calls him a "shitty piece of taxidermy".

Karen - Voodoo Doll, She knows for a fact that Kenny Is her big brother, she can feel it in her soul. Is the 2nd smallest of the entire group. She stores needles and thread in her body for her and her brothers repairs. She is either carried by Kenny, flies with Butters or rides in one of Kyle's saddle bags.

Tweek - Imp, Freaked the fuck out the first time he saw Kyle shed his antlers. Dating Craig. Was scared of Tricia at first but now will Carry her whenever she asks. He Butters and Bebe are scouts for the caravan. But after Butters was shot down by a hunter he refuses to fly above the tree line. He has ripped a hunters arm off in defence of Craig. If a human gets too close to the caravan's campsite, he will become hysterical and attack the human Hunter. His sense of smell is slightly better than the Harpy's.

Craig - Fuzzy Horned Cyclops, (Yes from that one comic) Poachers got his parents, leaving him in charge of Tricias safety. He is determined to her, himself and Tweek to Big Gay Al the Wizard's monster sanctuary. They both lack depth perception and have a better sense of smell than the Werewolves in their human forms.

Tricia - Fuzzy Horned Cyclops, She takes advantage of the fact that she is small and gets free rides from Kyle. She and will constantly run it in Cartman's face at every chance she gets. Loves to sit in the loaf position on Kyle's rump and flick him off. Craig and Kyle told her to hide his saddlebacks when they run into hunters. She is petrified of hunters and poachers.

Jimmy - Satyr, Legs are still fucked up but he plays the pan flute outstandingly well. Whenever the caravan is separated he will play certain songs to communicate with the others. He is in charge of giving signals to the caravan when they are spread out. Kyle gives him free rides whenever he wants. Once jousted a man off of a motorcycle while riding Kyle. His alert songs mimic bird calls.

Clyde - Werewolf, He met the caravan while they were setting up camp for the night. He had recently lost his pack and didn't know how to hunt so he was starving. Clyde bit Kyle on the ass and then got his nose broken and knocked out with a kick for his efforts. Even several months later he is wary of standing directly behind Kyle. Is dating Bebe, she calls him her baby girl. Has PTSD from the poacher attack on his pack. Good friends with Stan because of their similar trauma. Terrified of gunshots.

Tolkien - Werewolf with direwolf ancestry, His dire Wolf blood is several generations diluted so he isn't as big but is still the third biggest of the caravan. When He was a puppy, he was shot in his right arm by a hunter giving him a limp in Wolf form.

Kyle - Red deer Cervitaur, His grandma on his mom's side was a Jersey Devil completely replacing his deer nerves with Jersey rage. Craig and Kenny have an agreement with him that if things go to shit because he is to take the little siblings and run. He can run up to 35 mph if no one is on his back. He is the dedicated mom friend of the group and will force anyone who is injured to ride on his back. Doesn't understand Kenny's jokes about 'riding' him. His summer migration spot was right next to Stan's den causing them to become best friends, although due to hunters he stopped coming 3 years ago. Stan thought he was dead and they had an emotional reunion. He doesn't pronk unless he is extremely happy only Stan and Cartman have seen him do it before.

Ike- Moose Faun, Although he is one of the smallest of the caravan, he will grow to be the tallest of the group. He knows he'll grow up to be absolutely massive so he takes as many rides from his brother as he can now. One of his strongest memories is hiding under Kyle's cloak snuggled up to his back in the dead of winter, a little bit before they meet Eric. Likes to play RAM with Tricia as they both only have nubs for horns.

Blanket - Parakeet Harpy, Was taken from his nest at a young age by poachers. But was rescued by Kyle when he went on a murderous rampage through the camp for trying to take his brother. Can be found sitting on Kyle's antlers or nesting in his fluff. Best friends with Karen. Is the smallest of the group.

Cartman - Gargoyle, The only animated gargoyle of a burnt out mansion. He came to life after the mansion was abandoned with only the company of the ghosts of the former residents and a and drunkered Cherub. He was out looking for the monster hunting party that had been harassing him when he met Kyle who had been hurt by one of their traps. Kenny and him take the night shift because neither of them need sleep. Is the only one of the caravan to never have ridden on Kyle and this pisses him off. Good friends with Ike and Blanket One of his horns is broken from a gunshot.

Timmy - Merfolk, His disability prevents him from transforming his tail into legs. He lived in the lake next to the hunter's cabin that the caravan hunkered down at for the winter. He met them when they travel to the lake for water. He has a service cockatrice named Gobbles, who looks like he's been run over several times. He joined the Caravan at the end of winter and road on a sled that Stan had built.

"God damnit Clyde and Stan! Your supposed to ferocious fucking werewolves! Not a couple of prissy little purse dogs who sit there pissing themselves while they're kick ass girlfriends do all the work!"

- Cartman after he had to take a bullet for Kyle because the two of them froze up when a hunter pulled a gun out. He's fine, He's bullet resistant.

#sp au #south park #south park au #monster au #south park monster au #Werewolf Stan #centaur kyle #deer kyle #zombie kenny #sp kyman #sp bunny #sp creek #platonic style #sp stendy #sp clybe #sp blanket

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books-and-strawberry-tea · 3 months ago

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Books I always forget about cause they are on my kindle:

Am I the only one like this? I always forget what I have when its a digital collection. I've been collecting since I bought my kindle. I read heaps on my kindle. But I just keep adding more and more to my collection. So here's a list of books a want to read that's on there. If anyone has any feed back or recommendations about my list, please leave a comment! Also if you decide to look into the books on this list, be aware some are 18+ and have TW.

Vampires: Hollow - Legend (Series) Tethered (series) Court (started) The southern book clubs guide to slaying vampires (Started) Twilight (series) Court of the vampire queen (40%) From blood and ash Bitten and bound Vampire academy Die for you (aus) The vampire in the bookstore Bound to the vampires Empire of the vampire - Empire of the damned (series) Feathers so vicious (series) House of crimson hearts Shade of a blood moon blood oath - shadow heart - twisted soul (series)

Manga: Somethings wrong with us (Manga) Say i love you (Manga)

Contemporary/contemporary romance/dark romance ect: Den of vipers The predator The ritual Things we never got over The virgin suicides Ninth house - Hell bent (series) God of Malice Hate mail Hate (JAMES) Bridget jones diary Hunting adeline (Started) Kiss the sky The seven husbands of evelyn hugo Moments of mayhem Lights out Mine (AK ROSE) Falling leaves Twisted friction Saint - sinner - priest - midnight mass (series) Love of my after life Theif (MASSERY)

Fantasy/fantsy romance: The spell shop Yumi and the nightmare painter Gideon the ninth Kingdom of blood and betrayal (35%) - A kingdom of venom and vows (series) Heir of the beast (series) Whispers of the deep The crimson moth The orchid and the owl (started) The song of the marked A court of silver flames (started) Half a soul (series) The god and the gumiho A discovery of witches Psycho fae - psycho shifters - (series) Daughter of the moon goddess (30%) - Heart of the sun warrior Powerless The liars crown Forged by malice - bonded by thorns - Woven by gold (series) Heaven officials blessings The dragons bride Dark heir - dark rise (series) Legends and lattes Lightlark - Nightbane (ugh) The very secret society of irregular witches One dark window - two twisted crowns (series) The invisible life of addie larue One little nightmare Daughter of no worlds The unmaking of June farrow Feather so black Songbird of the sorrows What is dark within me (series) A dream so wicked - Sleeping beauty retelling Of darkness and ruination

Ghosty/Hauntings/Spirits/Halloweenie ect: When stars come out Black silk and Sympathy (Aus) Love letters to a serial killer Good girl bad blood (started) - as good as dead (series) House of hollow Chlorine Carving for cara Her soul to take (series) A soul to keep The curse of the flores women The haunting of blackwych grange Leather and lark Starling House A deadly education Spells for forgetting Rouge In the clearing (aus) In a dark mirror Creations captive

Japanese stories: 夏物語 (Breasts and Eggs JP ver) The full moon coffee shop If cats disappeared from the world (ENG/JP) Conveniance store woman Butter コーヒーが冷めないうちに - 川口俊和 Days at the morisaki bookshop (series)

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lets-try-some-writing · 9 months ago

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Just wanted to let you know that your Pretender AU has given me a Smokescreen brain worm.

What is he? What is his purpose? Why is he so secretive and mysterious?

(you don't need to answer these questions)

I am going to answer them anyway because at this point, all of the AUs I am particularly fond of are going to be turned into fics eventually. No use beating around the bush here on Tumblr. Glad to see my Pretender AU has infested a mind other than my own!

Optimus, while devoted to his task, was no fool. With Megatron targeting him and his inner circle of active Pretenders, he needed a failsafe. His initial plan was to create a cache of Pretender larva which would, in time, develop on their own and either come to serve under him or one would naturally evolve to take on the role of Firstborn. Thousands of Insecticons were instructed to remain in stasis alongside the cache as a barrier. Then to be safe, he guarded them through careful artificial EM field generator which gave off the impression that his brood were one huge dweller and carefully never visited. That was Optimus Prime's failsafe.

However, without his knowledge, his creator began yet another experiment.

Optimus was the first, and his biggest folly was being put into the wrong mech. If his host had been ANYONE else, his life would have been all but safeguarded and he could have grown his brood in peace and even become an ally to Autobots and Decepticons alike given enough time. But Orion Pax was influential, and that meant that Optimus was, for all intents and purposes, a failure in Shockwave's optics. He was too well known and in such extreme circumstances that he could neither be studied or fulfill his function properly. With all that in mind, Shockwave attempted to create another Firstborn in order to have a backup.

Everything went according to plan. A new Pretender was made, and this time its biology was adjusted so that it would not require a host. Shockwave built its CNA so that it would have its monstrous form and a completely normal civilian appearance. Then, in order to keep Megatron from noticing his creation, Shockwave quietly placed his newest creation amongst the last generation of sparklings to emerge from the Well. It was then taken in and raised amongst soldiers and Shockwave returned to serving Megatron, content in the knowledge that his Pretenders, his failsafe to ensure the survival of their species, were going to fulfill their function one way or another.

But of course, biology tends to act of its own accord. Smokescreen instinctually knew from the moment he could think for himself that there was already an active Firstborn. And thus, instead of shifting and becoming one himself, he instead adjusted his very CNA over time. He served in the Elite Guard with the express purpose of getting to the only living Firstborn and was quick to take the opportunity to serve Alpha Trion if it meant access to relics that could be of use. He did not intend to be thrown into a pod and sent careening toward Earth, but it all worked out in his favor in the end.

(He did in fact try to eat the phase shifter to store it before Alpha Trion caught him.)

Smokescreen had the potential to be a Firstborn, but with Optimus very much alive and well, he changed to fulfill a less critical role. His entire functioning revolves around safeguarding the future. If he cannot create new life himself, he will protect the future of their kind, consequences be damned.

Backstory out of the way, Smokescreen is an Attendant. He is a one of a kind, but likely won't remain that way if the Pretenders are allowed to increase their ranks. His entire purpose is not necessarily to protect living Pretenders, or even attach himself to any of them. Rather, he developed to be a pragmatic and logical entity more focused on long term planning. He does not care a great deal about any other living Pretender because of the way he functions. If he knew about the cache, he would have been guarding it with his life until he sensed the death of the other Pretenders and knew it was time to wake his kin. But as he was unaware of it, he has settled for throwing his entire spark into taking care of Optimus now that he's on Earth.

Smokescreen does everything he can to keep Optimus relaxed and secure. A happy Patriarch is one who will produce more lava. More lava means more Pretenders. And of course, since Optimus is at war all the time, Smokescreen is able to satisfy his lingering desire to rear young via tending to Optimus's spawn. He is creepy even to other Pretenders. He is a little too obsessed with Optimus, or rather Optimus's spawning capability, for any Pretender to like him all that much. The only reason he is tolerated is because of how much calmer Optimus is around him. The Prime himself assumes that Smokescreen was an early hatcher from his failsafe cache, which is why he is unconcerned with Smokescreen's strange behavior and lack of true attachment to the group.

Smokescreen is well aware he is not well regarded by anyone save for Optimus, and so he has conjured up countless plans to take as many larva as possible and flee in the event things go up in flames. He's a schemer, and he is not willing to risk his life when the Pretenders are yet at risk. Their species comes before all else. Let Optimus fight, Smokescreen will secure their future.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #smokescreen #shockwave #pretender au #alternate universe

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moochii-daisies · 16 days ago

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- 18+, Minors DNI

- summary: you realize that the Bangtan Mafia, is in fact - a mafia.

-series summary: taehyung is a super powerful and morally grey robin hood and bts are his merry men and you get dragged along (+ so much more)

- length: 4.6k words

- genre: magic/mafia au, angst + eventual romance + slowburn

- warnings - content contains: this might be dead dove territory! idk but an eye explodes, violence, torture mention, blood mention, swearing, power play, minor character death mention, pet names

- sidenotes: this story makes me feel like a mad scientist and i humbly offer u this attempted appetizer of "this isn't ok but..." i promise after the next part the pacing will be better 😭 i hope you enjoy if you read it and thank you if you do <3

1.1: reunion // 1.2: baby steps // 1.3: havin' a ball // 1.4: bullet bobbing

when tae said that he was taking you on a hit, you didn't expect...this.

it's 2 in the morning and you're standing on a lifted, flat, white circle that's surrounded by mirrors. it's potentially the slipperiest floor you've ever stood on.

after your episode - outside of "spoons" - the Bangtan Mafia took you to a stowaway house of tae's in the red marker district. learning you were only a couple blocks away from the cafe somewhat settled your nerves.

it settled maybe, four nerves.

you don't know the radius of marilene's magic but, you hope that at least the house is within it.

because you know for a fact, that right now?

you. are. not.

after a long (and blind-folded) drive, you've gathered that you're somewhere in Upper West, a favored shopping center of the elites.

and you're currently in a designer store, the name of which is is undecipherable to you. as soon as tae stepped out of the car, it was reopened immediately and all of its curtains were drawn.

which is making the entire experience feel way more intimate than necessary.

two workers, tae, yoongi and arem are the only ones here with you. jin returned home as you all left the stowaway house. he didn't say goodbye, just gripped tae around the bicep until they both nodded at each other.

then he was gone.

you knew you wouldn't but indulged yourself anyways - mouthing, see you in a week, at his back.

the others are smoking outside now...you think they are anyway. you know you came over here together but to be honest, ever since tae sat across from you at "spoon's" - everything's been a blur.

of the few things you've been able to grasp, you now know that: the hit will take place at an upper class masquerade ball, you're going to watch a man die, and whoever this "kook" guy is? he definitely does not like you.

when tae announced you were being taken on the hit, kook let out a grunt of disdain and shook his head. you'd thought the way his ponytail wiggled was sweet but, the look he gave you as he stormed out of the room? undeniably wasn't.

yoongi assured you that the distaste was only because he'd gone through a lot as an abnormal Shifter. "he thinks you're in with the elites. he'll come 'round." yoongi was gruff but gentle. you're not sure if the hold he maintained around your wrist was out of care, or to ensure that you didn't run away - it felt kind regardless.

aside from arem, yoongi's the only one that you kind of hope you can trust. not being able to feel his magic unnerves you though.

however - at this exact moment, you can not figure out why tae is still the one you trust most.

"bring her something you'll know i like." his Influence feels flat as he commands the store workers, he doesn't even look at them while he speaks. they scuttle off with hushed, "yes sir's" while he remains unmoving. sprawled out on a sterile-looking white couch in front of you. you hesitate to say he's relaxed - he's reclined so that his head hooked over the back of the couch is the only thing keeping him able to see you.

when he catches you staring at him - he winks, then lets his eyes travel down the length of your body. the deliberate nature of his gaze makes your face heat up. before you'd gotten on the step - tae'd been incredibly open about wanting you completely undressed for the duration of the fitting. luckily, yoongi and arem both scowled at him with firm refusals.

the taller man reasoned with tae while yoongi requested - then retrieved, a thin black slip for you to wear. you're still grateful but, it feels like it isn't even there with the way that tae observes you.

you fidget on the step and one foot slides out, a bit further than anticipated. you prepare to feel the crack of your skull against slick marble as you fall except - it never happens. your screwed shut eyes blink open to find a round face softly staring down at you. both of your hands are clasped behind yoongi's neck and he does that exhaled, half-smirk thing again. the one that makes you feel without any magic.

"miss Merry, we really need you to be more careful," he murmurs, "you're precious." and you feel tae's magic flare against yoongi's back.

you hesitate to believe it but it seems like yoongi feels it too. his expression drops to a neutral one and with stiff movements, he lifts you up to stand.

except -

as he brushes your slip to smooth out any wrinkles, his fingers linger against the top of your thigh, then he turns to flop on the couch.

arem looks amused - and gigantic - next to the other two. he's the only one sitting with perfect posture, both hands are folded between his knees and his dark green suit hugs the musculature of his body in a way that looks lethal. tae notices your eyes on him and turns his head to the man on his right. arem glances at his watch then nods to tae, who barks out - "now, ladies." and the two women hurry out from the back, rolling an excessively large rack of elaborate dresses between them.

"here sir. all your favorite colors and designers. we've included everything unreleased that we were able to find but -" the woman with auburn hair shuts up abruptly when tae jabs an index finger into the air in front of him.

the smaller woman, the one with an ebony braided ponytail, shrieks in pain before she covers an eye with both hands. you watch as blood spurts out then drips down her wrists.

you don't think you can move.

you can't tell if you want to.

cruelty isn't new to you, the "training" and general treatment your parents put you through ticked both cruel and unusual boxes.

during one of the last dinners you can remember having with your parents, forks were pushed in your eyes. they were "bored", is what they'd said.

you remember the feel of them moving and believing wholeheartedly that because you couldn't See, they were going to take your eyes away completely.

you also remember the box of cutlery your parents brought to your next "training" session after that, and how pleased they looked over your eyes still being intact - thanks to your rays.

but even they they can't burst your eye in its socket, not like tae just did.

"what's my least favorite word joanie?" tae's voice is patronizing and you can feel the joy this brings him. your eyes shoot to yoongi, letting that strange calm feeling ripple through your bloodstream as he gives you an encouraging smile. behind tae, arem flashes the head of a sunflower that's nestled in his palm and maybe it shouldn't work so well but - you do feel a bit better.

the woman holding her eye however, does not feel better.

she's bent over at the waist and stutters out, "yo- your least favorite word is 'but', sir. i'm so sorry. we - i will never say it again, please. please don't -" the auburn haired woman is aghast, her mouth gapes until she bites her lip. unwilling (or unable) to look at the coworker taking her punishment for her.

"jooooaniee," tae sing-songs while he stretches both arms, "begging is only sexy if i ask for it." the click of his tongue sends a visible shudder throughout joan.

she awkwardly straightens out and lowers both hands.

all you see is red.

and the way it drips down her cheek in crimson teardrops.

you maintain an iron grip on the hem of your slip and swallow down bile.

in a much stronger voice joan starts again, "your least favorite word is 'but', sir. it's reprehensible that i forgot. we're waiting for three more to arrive. Daglione, Martzipan and Truevienne sent their quickest carriers after hearing you were in need." the difference in her demeanor shocks you.

you know you shouldn't be thinking like this:

that it's impressive.

that she clearly isn't weak.

although you don't see it, yoongi nudges tae while you think this.

and he smirks.

"that's a good girl joanie. you're one of my favorites for a reason. now, will i like those three? more than what you've already brought for me?" tae's bored tone turns malicious.

even though nobody speaks, the nearly empty store echoes with unbroken tension.

ding-dong.

joanie hides her sigh of relief exceptionally well but you still Feel it.

with a ludicrously bright smile she chitters out, "you can tell me yourself sir!" before she makes a beeline for the front door.

the dresses completely cover the upper half of her body when she stumbles back into view. her voice squeaks with her question, "where should i put these, sir?" and tae tsks to himself before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"on her fucking body." he snaps.

it takes less than 3 seconds for them to surround you with layers of tulle and velvet and crushed jewels.

you try not to enjoy it.

you know that you just watched a woman's eye burst in its socket. you know tae only did it because someone else said the "wrong" word. you know that magic users are generally able to heal injuries enough on their own to prevent infection, but that same woman is now fluttering around you - helping you step in and out of the most extravagant dresses you've ever seen.

it's just that - the collective praise and murmurs coming from the three men on the couch is a kind of attention you've never received before. like, they want to show you off instead of hiding you away from the world.

and it's just that - there are a few vague memories of sitting on your mothers lap while she told you stories. of all the balls you'd be able to go to one day. of all the dresses you'd be able to wear, and how you'd feel like a princess, just like she did. obviously - that never wound up happening.

you still remember the olive green dress you drew back then though. mostly because you drew the same one, over and over and over again. there was a separate tulle cape that tied together with a silk ribbon, the dress itself had a metallic green bodice and a layered tulle skirt - with a slit up the sides. the slit was an integral part of the design, you remember always saying - "in case i have to kick!!" whenever anyone asked about it's purpose.

it's hard not to feel joy - as that exact dress is placed at your feet for you to step into.

a glance at your reflection causes a small giggle, it burbles out with a lightness that you didn't know you were able to feel. the sound of it is soft which strangely enough, is exactly how you'd describe the look of each man that's sitting behind you.

distracted by their expressions in the reflection of the mirror, you don't notice joan taking steps in front of you. she ties the cape's ribbon at the base of your throat with a strangely smug expression.

"you look beautiful....miss Kim." as soon as she mutters your name, you gulp and meet her undamaged eye directly.

you try to use your sensors so that she can feel your apology, to tell her that there is a lot more going on than what she see's before her. you're too scared to say it out-loud within tae's range.

a look of disgust flashes across her bloody face as you do this, and it churns your stomach. before you can think of what to do next, she spins you around to face the couch. "what do you think of this one sir?" the upbeat tone of her voice is a strong cover but you can still feel her magic probe at you. with your color magic locked away it makes it incredibly easy to identify you as abnormal. the addition of a bare crest on your throat has essentially stamped, "elite that's highly illegal" across your forehead.

you can almost hear her magic whisper the accusation.

tae looks like he approves of the dress but he, unfortunately, notices the fear in your eyes.

"speak, Merry." he uses no Influence.

you sense that he's intrigued, curious about whatever it is you're trying to keep quiet.

you say nothing.

instead, you focus on encasing the other two women with your magic.

you have a morbidly sneaking suspicion that if you tell tae what joan said, she won't be leaving work tonight alive.

yoongi, for some reason, looks disgruntled. his dark star eyes keep piercing into yours, telling you - please, stop. you push out your response without widening your own, he's going to kill her if he knows.

"Merry," tae warns, "underestimating me is a very silly thing to do."

his Influence begins to steadily increase in pressure and he sits up straighter. both arms cross over his chest, his jaw pulls tight.

you use the opportunity to strengthen your shields and to practice expanding your magic's radius. the emotion that drives you is - well, not wanting two people to die just because of who you are.

you're pretty sure there isn't just one word that can describe it.

how that feels.

your magic covers the three of you with about a foot of additional space now. tae pulls on elemental iron, continuously adding more weight to your fizzing bubble.

arem has one hand under his chin, concentrating on the stability of your magic - nothing else. yoongi, on the other hand, looks like he's on the verge of losing his shit. he'd started to push his hair back but got stuck. and is frozen with one hand pressing against his forehead.

"good job! i'm really proud of you dear, we're gonna dial it up now." tae sounds like the husband of an old show he used to love. he had these ancient records and media files of movies that were made before osgood's world. before magic.

there was a tagline from one show in particular. he always used to say it when you both were kids. he'd come through your window and say...he'd say -

"honey, i'm home." you blurt out the words and tae's eyes sparkle with the pure-hearted excitement you remember him having.

there's the tiniest waver in his magic and you think, for just a second, that if you make a hairline fracture in your core sensor shield - you might be able to hit tae with a ray.

but what if you lose control? do you trust that yoongi and arem will let them escape? joan and...oh my god you don't even know her name. do you lose control and hit all three? fuck - will joan escape and tell other people?

"that's the problem miss Merry." yoongi responds to your thoughts darkly.

at the falter in your magic, both women move to grab your hands. joan, an apparent water based Creator helps rehydrate you - you're suddenly aware that the cold brew + 3 espresso shots is the last thing you can remember drinking.

the auburn haired woman appears to be a fire based Creator, your body feels warm and alive between the two of them.

this new development perks tae up and you grunt at the sudden increase in weight that he drops.

"ask me, Merry." tae's eyes are pitch black. you can sense that he's excited, and the devious shift in his energy feels exceedingly dangerous.

you don't know where the courage comes from but you manage to get out, "tell me to do it without any Influence."

his magic alleviates the strain on yours so rapidly that you gasp. realizing only in that moment that you'd stopped breathing.

"Merry dear, please ask me." tae tilts his head, crooning the words so smoothly that it's almost worse.

"are you gonna kill them?" you feel joan's hand tighten around yours at the question and you try to squeeze it back with as much assurance as you can.

"why would i?" tae genuinely seems confused, black eyes shift between the three women before him.

any chance to lie disappears as soon as yoongi speaks up, "they know. well, little one does."

his ankles are crossed and both hands are tucked between his knees but he still looks ready to move. like he's waiting for his next order.

he doesn't have to wait long.

tae brushes the tip of his nose with one finger and arem's vines slither out to wrap around both of the employee's wrists.

with the flip of another finger, both women drop to their knees behind you and tae stands up. at the jerk of his head, yoongi moves with a sigh and slowly shuffles over to where you stand. he links his fingers through yours so that he's holding your hand, and tugs you off the step so he can sit you on the couch.

tae takes your place on the circle. he stares down at the two women like they're making him sick.

the calmness yoongi makes you feel has to be part of his magic. you try to fight against it but he senses this. standing slightly to the left in front of you, yoongi turns and slides one hand through your hair. it only lasts for a flash, but his palm cups the back of your head as he does this - and the sleepy contentedness that floods through from the contact almost puts you to sleep.

then tae's magic lashes over you both and yanks you out of it. whimpers from the other women raise every hair on your body.

"dude, i just chilled her out." yoongi speaks to tae so casually that you do a double-take. it doesn't match the spikes that keep jumping through his calm.

"i want to see if she can do this." tae spins around on his heel, "if you hit me with one of those rays Merry, i kill one of them." there's a soullessness to his words that makes the threat feel even more unnerving. like it's oddly empty.

arem stands, "i really think we should try this after the hit boss." he twists the watch on his wrist and there's a shift in both his and yoongi's magic.

all of the mirrors that are now behind tae shatter at once, and the tinkling sounds that are the last to fade don't match the intense waves of power coming from him.

"you see? see what you can do with some control?" tae pants a bit as he speaks down to you.

"tae, we've got less than 12 hours." yoongi clips his voice to cut out any hint of desperation.

every shard of broken glass lifts until they all hover behind the man in front of you. each piece rotates in different directions, moves in unique patterns.

you feel a darkness in the center of tae's chest, where your arrow had hit him, back at the stowaway house. your sensors follow the sick feeling of it as it carries throughout his bloodstream.

"go." is all yoongi says, and you turn to look at him.

the last thing you realize is that he was talking to arem.

and then you're knocked unconscious.

"miss Merry. miss Meeeerry." yoongi's deep voice swirls through your head a few times before you're able to really hear it.

your arms fly out, gripping onto what's around you. you're in a car, you think.

it's a very long car you realize, and at the furthest point away from you, kook sits in an oversized grey suit. a grey, pinstriped mask is tucked between two of his fingertips.

you recognize the olive green tulle between your legs and swivel your head back to yoongi. he looks uncharacteristically sheepish before he says, "lucky for us, you were dressed before i knocked you out."

"yeah, why did you knock me out? where's joan and um, the other lady?" you refuse to budge when yoongi offers his hand. clinging onto black suede like it's a lifeline.

your questions are ignored.

"tae had to go inside so i gotta debrief ya miss Merry. kook and i are your guard dogs for tonight." he tries a lopsided smile this time.

you don't feel any calmer - he isn't using magic.

you slide back in the seat to sit up straighter.

"fuckin' sure, debrief me then i guess." you mutter bitterly and as you look around the weird car - you catch a glimpse of kook's surprise over hearing you swear.

"i didn't think a princess could say that without blowin' up." he's so dry that it almost sounds robotic.

you can't think of a way to respond so, "fuck." is all you say back.

kook's lips twitch and he looks down at the ground. effectively ending the conversation.

yoongi snaps his fingers in front of your face.

"the man we're here for tonight, is mr. oswald. second cousin to the osgood's. i know, isn't that nuts? apparently "os" means "divine" or whatever, so that kinda clues you in as to where those ego's are at." yoongi includes responses to your facial expressions as he explains.

"mr. oswald is responsible for withholding and destroying vaccines that were meant for the red marker district and others like it. he is also guilty of profiting off of untested treatments for Level 4 illnesses. yeah it's fuckin' terrible, wanna know how much he made?" yoongi pauses and turns away, rummaging through something next to him.

in osgood's world, illnesses are ranked from 1-5. Levels 4-5 seem to affect mostly abnormals and weaker mages but anyone is susceptible. illnesses in Levels 1-3 range more from the common cold to flu's, whereas Levels 4-5 come with a time limit. if they're not treated before a certain point, the person they're affecting will no longer be recognizable. for more reasons than one.

on the other side of yoongi - you see the corner of an unzipped black duffel bag, and an olive green mask in his hands as he turns back to you. forest green gemstones spiral out in patterns around the mask and the ribbons attached to each side match the one on your cape.

"400. billion. dollars." he says the amount in his lowest register.

you can't even imagine how to imagine that much money, and you also sense that something else isn't being said.

"who'd he - who'd he hurt?" you take your best guess and trip over your words.

yoongi glances at kook with a smirk before both eyes drill into you.

"i'm impressed miss Merry, are you sure we aren't just ruthless killers?" kook snorts as yoongi teases you.

"no," it makes you feel mixed up, to say it so stubbornly, "that was..." there's a tight sensation in your chest as you look closer at the mask in his hands.

"hey um, why does that match this dress so well? i only uh - this just got put on me today." you don't know if they stole it or, if it's yours or, if it's just a really pretty dress that they want you to die in.

yoongi looks at the mask, "oh, i made it for you. to match your dress. while you were conked out i - uhh, i did measure your head while you were unconscious but here, want me to put it on you?" he slips the confession in quickly before his offer.

"ok well, don't do that again please." you say sullenly.

because almost everything these men do confuses you, yoongi decides to chuckle at this and gestures for you to turn around.

your cape made of tulle does not make you feel protected.

one thin gossamer curtain is all that hangs between you and the man who apparently, measured your head after he knocked you unconscious.

why do you keep listening to them?

the answer to your question comes disturbingly quickly, when yoongi gently pulls your wrist so that you can hold the mask in place.

you know why you keep listening after the warmth of his body steadies itself behind you.

after soft shivers from his hands, resting in your hair as he works, tingle down your spine.

oh yeah.

"he didn't hurt anyone miss Merry. i'm gonna do a bow, is a bow ok?" you nod and he detangles some of your hair before finishing with a tight tug.

both hands on your shoulders, he turns you to face him.

you're lying. you furrow your brow beneath your mask.

there's a proud gleam in yoongi's smile as he nods his head, "yes miss Merry. i am."

he ushers you out of the car and then carelessly tosses out, "we had to take care of joan and margot so i'ma bit frazzled. let's see here, you're entering the party as miss Kim -" and that's all you hear because after he says that, you hurl out four measly bites of pain au chocolat onto the gravel driveway.

take care of joan and margot? like kill them? and wait, hang on - my Name? yoongi i can not use my name! are they dead? is it all my fault? it's all my fault. it's all my fault. it's all my fault.

you don't want kook to hear you.

yoongi just stares at you blankly, "it's not your fault miss Merry, their fates were sealed before they even met you. why do you think we went to that store? plus, Kim is one of the most common last names in the area. also, your parents had your birth records wiped clean, this isn't an elite party - nobody knows you exist."

you spit onto the ground and wipe your mouth, chest heaving and staring at yoongi.

"i really appreciate your kindness but also, fuck you just a little bit."

kook grabs you by the elbow and tugs you over to stand by him, this time his nose wrinkles at you.

"we get it. the Princess says bad words. i'm your date, yoongi's ours. c'mon." he tugs at you again but you dig your heels into the ground.

"our child?" you ask incredulously. kook looks tough but there's no way yoongi can pass as a kid, let alone either of yours.

kook's jaw tightens and his tattooed hand squeezes into a painful grip around your own.

"our abnormal. jesus christ yoongs. i dunno if we can do this." the man at your side is clearly exasperated but won't let you go.

you'd completely forgotten.

it's customary amongst the upper class and elites to have a "house abnormal". since abnormals are unable to work jobs outside of their designated districts, upper class and elite mages will employ them. not because they care about the abnormals, but because it helps them appear more charitable. you used to relate to house abnormals when you were younger. over the last few years though, the feeling has morphed into something more like jealousy.

you know that they're treated terribly at work but - at the end of the day, they get to leave.

and go home.

you can't help but be aware that being kidnapped and watching a woman's eye explode has been better than being at your own home.

after kook's comment, you promise yourself you'll think more about it.

...later.

for now, you strain your neck to find yoongi, who's walking a water bottle over your way. he doesn't let you take it, rather, kook doesn't let you go so that you can take it - so yoongi coaxes you while he tilts it into your mouth.

"good job miss Merry. but yup, can't hide my mark like this one can." you lick at your lips before turning to kook, "oh that's right. you're like us huh?" and kook grits his teeth.

"yes, i'm one of you. why do you think i'm here? what kinda Shifter can hide family crests besides another elite one?" kook stares straight ahead and you realize that you can't feel the crest on your skin. you know his response avoided the part about being abnormal but decide not to push it.

elite is a fitting word for him anyway.

mister Jeon jungkook.

you know the Jeon family has two sons, but like your family - they only have one child they feel is worth speaking about. nobody really knows why. you remember hearing about him as a kid though, from jin, and dreamed about the shared experience being something for you two to bond over one day.

"who'da thought we'd meet like this?" you murmur while staring up at him and a ghost of a smile dances across his face.

"we're already late. let's go." kook mutters.

yoongi tosses the water bottle back in the car and knocks the door shut with his knee.

his suit is form fitting, old school black and white. the mask he's wearing looks like it's made out of bone. and two dark eyes peek through at you before one briefly shuts in a wink.

you wish that he could be your date but instead -

kook yanks at your clasped hands and you stumble along after him on the paved gravel.

the door to the oswald's home is at least 16 feet tall. it's encrusted with lapis lazuli - the osgood's family stone - and the etchings carved into its wood are filled with something gold.

yoongi groans at the sight of it, the sound is muffled underneath his mask. kook smirks before tossing a glance back at him, "get ready to kiss some ass big bro." and yoongi lifts a foot to kick his. then kook looks down at you, you sense electric zaps of his excitement as he waves a hand in front of the door's locking mechanism.

"by the way Princess. i hope you're ready to work."

next // 1.4: bullet bobbing

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creaturefeaturecommando · 9 months ago

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COD Gas Station AU:

First Shifters/Morning Shift:

John Price- Store Manager

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick- Assistant Manager, Store associate

Alex Keller- Stocker, Store Associate

Farah Karim- Store Associate

Second Shifters/Afternoon-Evening Shift

Alejandro Vargas- Afternoon manager

Rodolfo Parra- Assistant Manager, store associate

John “Soap” MacTavish- Store associate

Gary “Roach” Sanderson- Store associate

Third Shifters- Overnight Shift:

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley- The only overnight shifter.

Other:

Kate Laswell- General Manager.

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cyncerity · 10 months ago

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Finally! The Store Shifter AU dad story!!

Holy shit this took so long, i’m still not fully satisfied with the ending but this story has been like genuinely over 5 months in the making so i’m leaving it as is. also this will need a part 2 so expect that hopefully in a shorter period of time than this one took!

guys this thing is like almost 5k words lol

tw vore: don’t like it don’t read it

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

~~~~~

Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who’d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

“…those are our dads.” Quackity whispered, barely audible as dreams eyes widened. “The one crying is my dad, the other two are Sapnap’s.”

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