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Pomefiore: Family Ties

i love my delusions lmao ne ways this is also another cutesy platonic one ig? def not yan or romantic but for content warnings: abandonment, surgery but it's not detailed at all dw and that's about it me thinks. reader is described using she/her. truthfully speaking this was written for a friend but for them we just usually use Darling instead of y/n, but i changed it to [name] here lol. ne ways ENJOY

Eric Schoenheit is merely walking back home from work when his life is forever changed.

During his whole life, Eric has been many things; a son, a friend, a student, a graduate and then the owner of his own successful business. But if he was asked him which title is he the proudest of, he'd pause for a few seconds, and then smile fondly.

Eric Schoenheit’s proudest title is that he is a father.

And being a father, one that dearly loves his son, Vil, is the very reason he pauses his steps halfway home. It's late at night, heavy snow blanketing the empty streets as everyone remains in the warmth of their home to prepare for their winter breaks, and that's when he hears the cries.

Heartbreaking, weak, childish cries and sobs echo through the street, coming from between two abandoned buildings. He shouldn't check, he should simply inform the police…

But he is a father now, and those sobs strike a chord deep within him.

Many years later, he'll still pat himself on the back for going into that alleyway.

Because if he had not gone inside, how else would he have found his second child, his sweet daughter, his dear [Name]?

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What Eric finds first, is an egg.

The egg is bigger than an ostrich egg, and it's also in shades of what could have once been pink and white, but now it was too dirty for him to be fully sure of its colour. The egg was also cracked-

And there was a baby held within the broken shells, the one causing the cries. Eric’s eyes had widened upon seeing her, quickly kneeling down with his hands hovering over the egg. “Oh- oh dear-” he mumbles in frantic worry, unsure what he should do. This was a fae child, but…

No chance for him to overthink it, because the baby heard him and was now reaching her skinny, emaciated little hands up towards him, her cries desperate and weak.

Eric did not stop to think, to look closer to see if she was injured or- or if he could try to see what type of fae she at least might be. All his mind could focus on was her cries, and that she was alone and too thin, far too thin and light and he needs to get her to a hospital-

She was gnawing on his clothes. Desperately, hungrily, gnawing on his clothes and sputtering on her cries as she realizes that there's no food. Two, strange… things keep poking Eric’s chin, but he doesn't give them much thought for now because he's too busy wrapping the little baby within his coat, shushing her softly.

“We'll go to a hospital now, sweetie,” he mumbles to her, beginning to walk much, much faster after ensuring she's covered. She's back to gnawing on his clothes despite knowing it's not food, and his heart aches for her. “And you'll feel much better. I promise.”

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Eric truly feels as if his life has been upturned in the last few days.

The little baby- the little girl he had found is apparently a dragon fae, and that, by itself, was already a big shock. And then he is told, while watching her be hooked to several machines with nurses attempting to calm her because he wasn't allowed to be in the room at that moment, that she isn't a baby- an infant. She's barely a toddler, almost the same age as his own son who is being watched by his trusted nanny.

From what Eric had understood, she had severe growth issues. Dragon eggs only hatch from the love and care of their parents, but she was all alone for at least long enough that her body forced her to grow- and grow twisted horns in a desperate, last attempt to break out of the egg and call out for anyone to help her. The same twisted horns that they'll have to do reconstruction surgery on to avoid any problems in the future for her.

It was too soon for him to consider it, but… Eric thought that Vil perhaps would not mind a sibling, a little sister. But he wouldn't rush; if Vil really, truly didn't want to, Eric would simply ensure child protection services and the hospital would take good care of the little girl.

In a few days, if no one comes forward about her, he'll bring Vil to meet her. He hopes it'll go well, but for now…

“You may enter now, Mr. Schoenheit.” the nurse tells him, and he is quick to step inside, immediately coming close to the little girl.

She looks even smaller now; most of her body has been wrapped in a warm blanket, and the rest was only bare for the many needles and IVs hooked onto her. But she was also asleep, her fingers twitching slightly when Eric held her tiny little hand.

“Tell me everything.” he demands, voice quiet as to not disturb the little girl’s rest. Even if she may not join their little family… he'll take care of her for now.

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“No, no!” little Vil pouts, shaking his head and a little furrow to his brows. “Not like this!”

Eric watches the scene with a small, amused smile, not saying anything yet.

His sweet daughter, [Name], also pouts. “But how?” she whines, stomping her foot. He's glad to see her slowly return to her liveliness; her horn reconstruction surgery had not been easy, and he knows she'd been stressing about how they'll look once they can take the bandages off, whether they'll match her tail or not.

The doctors had told him dragons were naturally on the prouder and vain side. This also applied to his daughter, even if she may not ever reach a particularly imposing height for dragons.

Regardless, Eric loves her all the same. Not once during these years has he regretted adopting her, and he knows Vil absolutely adores her and loves having a sister he can play and act with- even if she doesn't want to be famous like he does.

“Here, hold this.” Vil says, pushing her favourite plushie into her arms so she can hold it. She's immediately smiling, her milky white tail and pink spikes at the end of her tail swishing behind her, and hugs her plushie warmly. Vil also beams, proud of himself. “Perfect! Papa, take our picture now!”

Eric chuckles, bending down and holding the camera at the right angle. “As you wish…. And there you go.”

Quickly, both Darling and Vil rush towards him to look at the pictures. [Name] makes an ooh’ing sound, while Vil only smiles.

“Can we hang this one in my room, please papa?” she asks sweetly, not letting her plushie go. But her other hand is intertwined with Vil’s, always finding comfort in her brother. “I like it.”

“Do you, now?” he chuckles, gently cupping her cheek rather than patting her head like he would've usually done. “We'll pick a frame and then we'll print the pictures out, alright?”

“I want this printed, too!” Vil decides, smiling at the forehead kiss he gets. “I'll… add it to my albums, though. I don't want to hang it.”

“That's alright.” Eric nods his head, and then reaches to pick both of them into his arms. It makes them squeal and laugh, and gets a chuckle out of him as well. “How about we get some ice cream before Vil's audition?” And before Vil can lecture him on the over consumption of sweets with [Name] backing her brother up despite her own love for the treat, Eric clarifies more. “The healthy kind of ice cream we have, not the ones in the shops.”

And just like that, both of his children are eagerly nodding their heads.

“I'll hold it for you!” [Name] promises Vil when they're at the audition hall. His hands are clammy, despite him constantly wiping them with clean tissues offered by his father. That's why she is offering to hold his ice cream cup for him, her plushie forgotten in the face of helping her brother. She'd even forgone her shyness in crowds and isn't hiding behind Vil or Eric like she'd usually do.

He's done many auditions before, but this one… this one is the most important for him. He's happy his sister and father are with him, for this moment.

Eric bends down, gently squeezing Vil’s shoulders. “Breathe with me, champ. You got this, alright? [Name] and I will be here for you regardless of what happens, I promise.”

“Y- yeah!” [Name] can't help but stutter, her tail curling around herself because some of the staff were looking at them. But she has to do this, for her brother Vil. She reaches her hands out for him, squeezing him in a hug. “We'll always be here for you, brother.”

And Vil… Vil does not hesitate a single second before he is hugging her back, soothed so much. Their father's arms wrap around them both, pulling them into his embrace. “...Love you, sister.”

He does not think it, but a part of him knows that this moment will remain in his memory forever.

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“You look pretty.” Vil reassures his sister, gently tugging on the hood of her custom ceremonial robes. He can sense her nervousness simply by seeing that she's hidden her tail and her nails are tapping her own stomach. “You'll be fine, sister. I'm right here with you. We're both going to get sorted together. ”

His sister nods, aiming to give him a confident smile. He isn't lying; she truly looks pretty, her makeup simple but enhancing her, and her beloved horns gleaming. They were also milky white, with a pink gradient at the tip that paled as it came down to the base. What was special about them were the golden-filled lines from the surgery, gleaming prettily and a source of pride for her.

She’d pulled herself free from her egg, and her horns were proof of that.

Her face falls as more people slowly enter the hall, preparing for the sorting ceremony. Her hands quickly latch onto his sleeves, eyes nervously shifting. “Vil…”

His face softens, and he pulls her into a hug, her face buried in his chest. Though he does shoot a glare at some of the freshmen that stare a little too long. “Deep breaths, [Name]. Don't stress, your big brother is here.”

She nods her head shakily, shudders going through her. There are too many scents, too much talking and murmuring, but Vil's embrace muffles it all. She feels so wholly protected, one of her favourite feelings in the whole world.

“Always?” she asks, just to be sure. Her voice wavers, and her eyes are pleading.

Vil smiles, and kisses her forehead. “Always.”

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#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil #vil twst #vil imagines #platonic twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #would that tag fit here #idk im adding it #Vil x reader #But it's platonic #THEY'RE SIBLINGS #vil shoenheit x reader

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bellaofthevalley · 4 months

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SHE'S DONE! after a thousand years, she's finally done! ...or at least I'm done with her! (tumblr please don't absolutely destroy my gifs, I am begging you)

now you know the real reason I haven't been obsessively drawing Meleanor, which is that I was in fact obsessively drawing Meleanor but in secret. plus a little background just for fun!

I am. not super happy with her rig; parts of her proved way more difficult than I expected and I very quickly hit the point of "okay, this is a silly fan project and not something that I'm being paid for or has to be really functional, time to MANUALLY KEY ALL THE VERTICES FOREVER". I think the end result came out pretty okay though! just...don't look too close. :')

I recorded some the drawing part, so I might put that up later! in the meantime I am going to make her do stupid poses for my own enjoyment!

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bellaofthevalley · 5 months

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Savanaclaw: in Ailment

just a cutesy probably ooc leona sickfic text in italics and bold is text messages. text only in italics is thoughts.

Won't be able to make it to our breakfast date. Sorry Leona </3 will make it up to u promise! <333

Leona stares at the text with furrowed brows, his tail twisting behind him. Every little move it does speaks volumes about his confusion and worry, but no anger; he knows his darling isn't the type to cancel their dates randomly for no reason, especially one he knows you'd been really looking forward to. It had taken a while of him nagging you for you to admit you really, really wanted to try a particularly expensive but beautiful and highly-praised spot.

Expensive for you, but quite cheap for Leona. Leona, who hadn't wasted much time before he'd reserved a spot. So for you to now text him this…. It is concerning.

And then he gets another text before he can ask you why.

Sick :( don't wanna make u sick 2 :(((

Leona huffs, raising an eyebrow. Idiot. His favourite idiot, but still an idiot. If you thought he'd just simply let you be, you were sorely mistaken.

I'll swing by the doctors. Do you need any specific medicine?

(You'd laughed once, about how his formal training as a Prince shines through his texts. He always, according to you, used right spellings and punctuations.)

Noooooo!!!! stay home nd nap i can brave thru this!!!!

No, you really can't and shouldn't. Leona snorts at his own thoughts, finally pocketing his phone without answering. He's in his room already, so all he has to do is pick up a bag that contains a gift for you and then, just like he'd said he'd do, swing by the doctors to pick up some common cold and fever medicine, and then he leaves the palace.

He doesn't go to your home right away, though. He stops by a shop, picks out several ingredients all fresh and new for a chicken broth, and then he finally goes to your house; it's in a quiet neighbourhood, though your place is quite visible simply because you like having a colourful garden and vines with blooming flowers that crawl up your walls. Some of them were luminescent, so they glowed soothing shades in the night, perfect for sleeping under in your back garden.

But now isn't the time to think about that.

Leona doesn't need to knock; he has a copy of your house key, and uses that to enter your home. In the quietude and the closed drapes that leave the house dim, the only thing he can make out right away is your soothing scent, stifled by your sickness.

And then he hears your coughs, broken only by your sneeze, and he knows he has to act fast.

Chicken broth doesn't take much time to cook, so he gets working on that while simultaneously cleaning around your house… which is already clean, so he knows you'd either already done it and made yourself feel worse, or was so sick you couldn't leave your bed in the first place.

Leona sets the broth to simmer, picks up his gift bag, and climbs up the stairs to your room. “Darling? It's me, Leona.” he calls, hearing your rustling and moving in your bed before he reaches your room and sees you.

“Leona?” voice scratchy, your head pops up from the blanket you'd cocooned yourself in. Your hair was flying up in every way, and your eyes were droopy, barely awake. But you're aware enough to pout frown. “Didn't… didn't I say not to come here?”

��No.” Leona easily replies, putting his hand on your forehead. Too hot, and yet you were still shivering…. Which wasn't that much of a surprise when he sees you're only wearing a tank top and some shorts. In winter. But chiding your right now would just make you feel worse.

“Leonaaa…” You whine quietly, closing your eyes. Shivers go down your body, and you try to bury yourself more in the blanket. “So cold, so tired, so sick…”

“I know, doll,” he sighs, taking the blanket off you even when you whine again. “Come on, let's change you into something warmer and take you out of this room. The air is stale here.”

And here is where he pulls his gift out; a lion onesie, thick and fluffy and worlds warmer than your current clothes, and faintly smelling like him. Leona helps you change into it, feeling you lean against him.

“Warm,” Your whisper is soft, wiggling your toes in the onesie while Leona fixes your bedhead so tangled hair doesn't irritate you. “And soft. Comfy.”

“Good.” he replies, finished and setting the brush down. Winding his arms under your back and thighs, Leona carries you downstairs to the living room, to the couch. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dunno… not hungry.” You sigh when he places you down, curling up immediately in his arms before he can leave to bring you the soup. “So… tired. Should've dressed warmer when I went out a few days ago.”

Leona wraps his arms around you, pulling you to rest on top of him. The house is warm now, the smell of chicken broth curling in the air and your body safe and sound in his embrace, shivers subsiding and your eyes blinking slower and slower.

“Sleep, doll.” he whispers against you, kissing her temple. His lips linger on your skin, hands massaging down your back. His magic wraps a blanket around you, freshly tumbled and dried, and he feels you melt even more against him.

“I'll take care of you, I promise. Always.”

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#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #twst x reader #leona #leona x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst imagines #disney twst

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bellaofthevalley · 6 months

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I love them. I love love love them. I LOBW THEM SM IM GOINHBTO GET SICK ISNKEKWOERK

I like the design.. on the chest area...(/ω＼)

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bellaofthevalley · 6 months

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ツイステ Twisted Wonderland SPOILERS "Halloween 2023 EVENT ~Playful Land~" from ABEMA Special Program - Event Cards SR

#why no malleus 🥲🥲 the cards are all so pretty but why no malleus im suffering im in pain and longing

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bellaofthevalley · 7 months

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waiting for glorious masquerade Mal to be announced soon pls I cannot take this anymore

#bella.posts

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bellaofthevalley · 8 months

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Silly Games | J.Price

John Price x Platonic!Gender Neutral Reader, (brief) Ghost x Platonic!Gender Neutral Reader

Their thievery had disrupted a year and a half of TF141's missions, and Price was close to losing his mind over it. When they finally capture them to interrogate the location of lost intel, he's met full force with their capacity to press his buttons and be as difficult as humanly possible.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Reader is restrained, and brief violence.

Captain John Price sighed as he sat in front of a metal table. Before him, restrained in a chair and unconscious, sat the pain in his ass, which had been bothering him for the last year and a half.

And they were just a kid.

This thief had stolen highly classified intel and even materialistic objects from their storage bunkers near the base. There wasn’t anything they hadn’t been able to get their filthy paws on - even managing to steal Price’s signature boonie hat. Whilst they had returned it soon after, they also made sure he knew who stole it by drawing an… inappropriate body part in permanent marker, meaning he had to fork out for another one anyway.

Annoyance built in his chest just at the sight of them, and he tried to release it by lighting up a cigar. He blew the secondary smoke into their face, and their nose twitched, revealing their slow ascent into consciousness. Their head lifted, and a short cough escaped them.

Price contained his surprise when they barely reacted to their restraints or predicament. “Well, well, well,” he beheld sarcastically. “We finally meet, thief. Tell me where you stashed the intel.”

They ruffled their nose at the smell of smoke and lifted their eyes to his before darting to the restraints. He didn’t miss the calculating look which passed over their features. This was going to be interesting.

“Well,” they replied, a mischievous smile slipping onto their face. “Which piece of intel do you want? I got a lot.”

“You seem to forget you’re tied up. You’ve got no power here. So let's wrap things up quickly and tell me where the intel is.”

A mockingly sorrowful sigh escaped their lips. “You don’t give me enough credit. I’m not just a thief, Captain Price- is that right?” A furrow appeared on their brow, but their tone told him they knew they were correct. “Or would you prefer Bravo Six? Former SAS… 6 feet tall on the dot. And you were promoted to Captain in 2011. I know shit about everyone, and I haven’t even got to the juicy-juicy stuff yet. You see how I’m more than a thief?”

Price withheld a sigh and took another puff of his cigar. “You think knowing that will deter me from getting the information out of you? You’re more of a fool than I took you for. You don’t know the kind of people you’re dealing with. You’re so far out of your depth, you’re swimming with sharks.”

They shifted in their seat and grimaced at the puff of smoke approaching them. “Of course, I’m foolish. How do you think I got here in the first place? But before I start talking, I want to make a deal.”

One of his eyebrows rose slowly. “What kind of deal?”

“Well, John- Can I call you John?” They didn’t wait for his answer, but the grin on their face told him that their attempt to push his buttons was deeply satisfying. “Thanks. So, John, we both know that after you get what you want from me, you’re going to throw me in a cell to rot for the rest of my life. Though to be fair, it’s a good decision. But…” As their voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper, they leaned forward. “We also both know that no prison cell is going to hold me. So-” They reverted their volume to usual but continued talking before Price could interrupt. “-No, don’t interrupt, I’m getting to my point. This is my deal: I tell you where I stashed that special memory stick, and you let me go, no muck, no fuss… however, the saying goes, nothing. And I promise to stay out of your hair until I get bored again. Sound good?”

Price scoffed as they finally finished talking. “No, I’m not making that deal,” he denied swiftly. “There is no deal-making here. You are going to give me what I want.” As he released another puff of smoke towards them, his eyes flickered down to their restraints as they picked the locks. He’d noticed it as soon as they’d started, but curiosity had spiked in him. Maybe this kid is more than a thief. He slowly leaned forward, voice getting quieter as he motioned to their restraints with his cigar. “You don’t really think that’s going to work, do you?”

Their pout, which had formed when he’d denied their deal, soon morphed into a wide grin. They wrenched one arm from the restraint and swung their fist at his face. Using his moment of pain (and the fact that the cigar nearly fell to the ground), they quickly turned to the other restraint and freed themselves.

Price moved his jaw to ease the pain but didn’t move to stop them from freeing themselves. After they had finished, he tilted his head. “Dirty trick, thief. I admire that.”

They kept the distance between them, and Price watched as confusion melted into weariness as his lack of a reaction. Slowly, they lifted their hands to rub the blemished marks from the metal on their wrists.

With a voice revealing how unnerved they were, they spoke quietly, “You were counting on me getting out, weren’t you?”

He grinned around his cigar. "'Course I was." The nod of his head pulled their attention to the metal pins, which fueled their escape, on the table. His face slipped into a smirk as he picked them up and threw them at their feet. “Why don’t you go ahead and step on those for me.”

The thief swallowed, eyes flickering between him and the pins before backing away as he rose. They tried to maintain the distance between them, but their back hit the wall, and there was nowhere to run. “Or what?” As much as the retort left their lips, it was half-hearted. The confidence they’d displayed during their restraint had dwindled. They realised now that Price could do anything and justify it as self-defence. (Not that they would have any rights anyway.)

With a sigh, Price grabbed the collar of their shirt and shoved them back against the wall. “You step on those pins, or I’ll make you wish you had.” His voice lost its lightness, and he let the annoyance show on his face briefly.

They inhaled sharply at the force and his tone, a wince pulling onto their features. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” they relented quickly, arms coming up beside them in surrender. “Jesus, alright! I’ll do it!”

He released them and stepped out of their personal space. “Wise choice.” As he took another puff of his cigar, he heard the crunch of the metal fill the small room. “So,” he began again, staring expectantly. “Tell me where the intel is.”

The encounter had kept them frozen for a moment before they rolled their shoulders and released a cough, one of their hands moving to hide behind their back. “How do you know I won’t lie to you?” they asked eventually. “I’m a thief after all, right?”

“Correct. But I’ve got all day to get you to talk… by any means necessary. So how about you stop playing these silly games and give the information? This can either go the easy way or the hard way, your choice.”

Their face lit up with that mischievous grin again, and he withheld a sigh. “I’m afraid those silly games are the ones I know best, Captain, and besides, I do love a challenge.”

He just about caught the noise as they shifted, and his eyes flickered to the arm they hid behind their back. Hand shooting out quicker than they expected, he wrenched it into his view and gritted his teeth at the sight of his keys.

They must have swiped them when he’d pushed them against the wall.

But they seemed to know when he had them beaten and let him take them from their palm.

“I know that these silly games are just a way to get under my skin, but that won’t deter me, thief.”

“You kinda walked into that one, though,” they defended in an awkward tone.

His eyes flickered up before he nodded. “Fine, you win this round.”

The shift in tone seemed to soothe them, and they began to pace the perimeter of the room, eyes flickering over every surface. Price had to admit that the intelligence caught him off guard. If anything, he probably had underestimated their quick thinking and the ability to get under his skin.

“Look-” They stopped beside the door and leant against it. “-I’m just asking you to be a little more specific with this intel. I’ve stolen loads of stuff from America this past year. You’ve gotta give me something to work off here. We both want the same thing.” There was sarcasm in their voice as they gestured between them.

Price tilted his head. “Maybe if you don’t give me what you want, you’d rather lose something instead?” he pondered aloud.

They mimicked the movement of his neck. “What could you make me lose?”

“Oh, I’ve got lots of things to make you lose. Like… something that, if I were to take it, you’d be devastated. Surely you have something or someone like that, right?”

“I’ve only ever cared about materialistic shit. Like money. If you burnt money in front of me, I’d probably start talking.”

He raised his eyebrow, lips turning upwards at their attempted humour. “You’re starting to grow on me, I’ll admit, but at the end of the day, I’ve got a mission to finish. So how about we cut the games, and you give me what I want?”

Their eyes suddenly shifted to the (unlocked) door beside them. By the way their eyes narrowed before relaxing, he watched them clock it. But instead of going to stop them from trying the door, he only sunk into his seat and took a puff of this cigar, keeping his back to them.

Moving quicker than he expected, they wrenched the door open and immediately erupted into a sprint. However, they soon ended up on their arse inside the room. They scrambled back, pressing their body against the back of Price’s chair - he could almost feel their racing heart.

He kept his gaze ahead, not having to look behind him to know who was standing guard. “Ghost,” he greeted. “A pleasure, as always.” Slowly, he pushed himself up, stopping to stand beside the chair, the thief cowering at his feet from Ghost’s impending body with his signature skull mask filling the doorway.

“I- uh… I get why you didn’t lock the door now,” they spoke quietly, voice wavering with fear.

Price let out a hum. Trust Ghost’s bloody reputation to knock some sense into the kid. He looked down at them. “Don’t worry. Ghost isn’t going to hurt you.”

“Not yet,” he corrected as his arms crossed over his chest.

The thief’s eyes darted towards Price for confirmation, but he subtly shook his head in denial.

“Now,” the Captain moved to stand between them and Ghost, puffing on his cigar again. “Are you going to tell me where the Intel is, or do you still want to play silly games?”

Their eyes flickered between Price’s before darting behind him at Ghost, weighing their options. They sighed. “Yeah, you win.” Their voice was quiet and full of resignation, but they spoke the location through gritted teeth like the words pained them to release.

Price smiled. “I appreciate your cooperation.”

#need more of this actually #delicious content

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bellaofthevalley · 8 months

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HELLO ex-husband Price turned possessive and protective 👀 yes please!!!

Ehehhe thank u ❤️❤️ I was originally thinking of an idea where you brought up divorce with Price and he wasn’t happy about it at all, but it wasn’t clicking for some reason. Couldn’t figure out a way to make that actually palatable. But actual ex-husband Price is sooooo much better.

#dont ask me what my taste in men is 😭😭

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bellaofthevalley · 8 months

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why is does all blade content have to be tied to dan heng 🔪

#bella.posts #i dont like dan heng at all ENOUGH #hoyo pls

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bellaofthevalley · 8 months

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Read through this entire series pls pls pls im begging u on my hands and knees for more PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🏻

Anything VII (König x Reader)

The 7th instalment in the Anything-Verse

Main Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Like the characters? Read their fics below!

Sunshine Masterlist || Saint Masterlist

Series Summary: A lack of information from the chain of command results in König mistaking you for an enemy sniper.

A/N: I’ve already got the next chapter mapped out hee hee

Category: Angst || Hurt/Comfort || Unrequited Pining || Tension

Warning: Graphic Language

You’d barely slept, how could you?

Though you supposed that you should have been used to broken rest, this time it wasn’t for the usual reasons. There were no nightmares that clawed at your mind, no anger that made you sweat- but, there was paranoia.

There was crippling anxiety that had you wanting to hide beneath the covers, there was fear that gripped you by the throat. The sensation of being stunned was overwhelming, your thoughts were scattered and your world was tipped upside down.

Everything that you believed, everything that you had come to terms with, it was all a lie.

Keep reading

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bellaofthevalley · 8 months

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slime 👍🏻

Quest SideStory: A Broken Wife

Character(s): Slime (Original Work/Unnamed Char) Summary: Married yet alone, you thought it would stay like this for a long time. An arranged marriage. It would actually continue to be like till you dropped a bottle where inside trapped a monster. Tags/Warnings: fantasy jrpg like universe, fem!reader, suggestive themes (both non-consensual and dubious kissing, touching), possession (not reader), mentions of cheating (not done by reader), Stockholm syndrome (broken!reader), dubious consent, toxic relationships, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, 5k words

{ - JRPG Quest masterlist - } { - Another yan!slime one-shot here! - }

He was a greedy man. In an arranged marriage, you still thought that you got lucky when you first met him. A kind man was what you thought him to be as you two awkwardly greeted each other. He treated you kindly and was a gentleman that you thought that even if this man was who you didn't love, you thought that you would do as you became his wife.

His soft smile as he asked for your hand, kissing it softly when you both first greeted each other. How he spoiled you already with words you thought he was gentle.

Really it was a delusional thought.

So quickly did he change, in front of others he treated you as someone he loves dearly yet in the privacy of your home he would drop that mask, his face almost uncaring and his words cold and manipulative. You were just a piece of item that was presented in a deal between your father who only looks at you as something he could sell and benefit from and your now husband a rich merchant who looked at you as a connection to your father, same as your father to him you were just an object.

Too quickly you have become used to this reality, your life hopeless from the start as your father nor your mother cared about your situation.

You stopped begging your mother to help you from the man who you knew didn't love you, a workaholic, and has eyes for other women. Yet you were only slapped harshly on the face as your mother berated you for your disloyalty to your husband. It was from then on that you knew you could not get out of this... when the people who were your family didn't care about you when the people outside were only jealous of you, and while others held respect for your husband unlike you.... a housewife who was lucky enough to find such a spoiling husband.

In a sense, he did spoil you... you knew he felt guilty when there were days he could not look at you in the eyes. It seems that he tries to cover all his guilt with material presents whenever he can. You have drawers and boxes filled with pretty dresses and pieces of jewelry. How he uses his words to try to make himself look just a little bit better and make you agree.

But this was not what you wanted. He and you knew both knew that.

Hopeless, you thought as you lifelessly woke up every day, forcing yourself to get up. You tried so desperately to look at the good, that your husband never raised a hand over you even if his words were like a snake sometimes coiling around your neck as he thank you for being so lovely. Thankful for the many benefits he had bought you from marrying him, ignoring the other problems. You can only nod. A smile doesn't reach your eyes as he went on that you were nothing without him.

When he was gone or if he was right beside you, you thought that most of everything was lifeless except a few things.

The plants that you took care of, small pots on the window sill that you planted from seed where you only small delights in your life. Your husband didn't care much for your hobby, but he did get a few flower seed packs as a gift, a smile on his face as people all looked in adoration of this lovely gesture.

Silently, you cleaned the house and cooked for yourself and your husband every so often you would go out to the market for groceries. You didn't spend much money on luxuries as your wardrobe was already full of dresses and accessories that your husband has bought for you to create an image that he was so in love with you and to push away the guilt.

Dusting the living room, you were cleaning a shelf that was full of items that were placed there for a show when guests visit. Most things were items gotten from adventurers, item drops from monsters, or rare dried plants. Items that he sold or traded with the other adventurers.

Your mind was in a daze, so busy cleaning the glass frames in the back of the shelf that you hit a jar with your elbow. Your heart raised as you tried to make a grab for it, but you were too slow as you watched the jar thankfully not shatter or break. However, the cork popped open from the jar as you watched black sludge slowly seep out.

You thought you could save it before it could touch the floor and dirty itself, you didn't want to make your husband upset at what you have done yet when you saw the sludge flinch and pull itself back into the jar you pulled your hands away, your heart on your throat.

"What..." You pushed yourself away from the jar in panic as you wondered what your husband had brought home without telling you.

"What are you?" You tinted your head at the moving sludge that slowly crawled out the lid when it realized that you would not do anything to hurt it. You were scared if not freaked out on what this thing was, yet you could not do anything as you watched it weakly trying to move. Little by little at a time. Just what did your husband buy...

Slowly you watched the slime reach out from far away a plant in your home, a small plant that you took to growing from seed was sitting on the window sill. Looking at it and then at the slime you threw your cautiousness out the window as you cut a leaf from your plant and carefully tossed the leaf into the slime.

You watched as the slime reached out, taking the leaf and pushing it within its body. Your eyes widened as you watched the leaf slowly break down with the liquid body.

"Are you hungry?" You asked cautiously. It wobbled a little as if nodding at your words. Standing up you quickly went to the kitchen without letting the slime out of your sight you grab a few cut vegetables from the cutting board and placed them near the slime watching it slowly eat them one by one.

You watched it slowly before a little more alive than before, which was hard to explain really as the slime was feature less without eyebrows or a mouth to tell its emotion but you suppose it jiggling its body a lot more compared to before is its way to show that it was happy?

You seriously need to know why a live slime was trapped in the jar sitting quietly on the shelf. Slimes are a common monster in the wild, but if you were not wrong, they were of a different color of blues and greens and rare ones of pinks that you saw in books. You never heard of black slimes...

Somehow, you managed to push the slime back into the bottle and place the cork back. Placing the jar back into the shelf, you waited for your husband to come. Thankfully, you needed to wait for only a bit more as you watched the sun go down.

"What is that?" You asked your husband who boredly looked at you and then at the jar that he brought home a few days ago. "It is a certain species of slime. I got that from a traveler who ended up in one of the deeper parts of the monster-infested areas and grabbed it." He told you in a monotone voice as he went back to eating.

"Why did you buy it?" You asked curiously only to receive a glare. It seems that he wasn't in the mood today. "Why? Am I not allowed to buy what I want with my money?" You flinched at his cold voice but shook your head. "N-no... I was just curious about its use."

His embarrassed face when he realized what you meant as he looked away and sighed, annoyed. "It is nothing really... slime has a variety of uses sometimes in the materials in building houses but also stuff like aphrodisiacs. The slime I bought is more of a special kind, as most slimes are mainly green or blue that are near human settlements, rare few are pink. That one is black due to its habitat being deep within the monster forests that no travelers are usually crazy enough to dare to travel. It is more potent than the other slimes. I was thinking of selling it at a higher price to a buyer."

Nodding, you glance at the slime again as you wondered if your husband knew that it was alive when he suddenly stood up from his seat, leaving the table. "I am not hungry anymore. I am tired from work, so I am gonna sleep first. Goodnight." He left before you could even say a word.

You were left alone in the kitchen, and the only sounds were your husband's steps walking away which grew smaller and smaller. It was silent as you ate alone, quiet when you took all the dishes away. You were used to this silence.

Washing the dishes after breakfast, your husband had already left early for work. The sun was up as you finished wiping the dishes. Looking at the remaining food that was left, you placed all of them on one plate as you headed towards the living room where the slime was kept on a shelf. You wondered if this was right if you should even be doing this, but as you watched the slime move inside the jar you opened it.

"Here you go." You said softly at the slime, letting it slide off the jar into the plate. The slime was first cautious but quickly started eating soon leaving nothing on the plate. "Good job." You whispered, laughing as you pat the slime with one finger, the slime bobbed as if happy from your pats. "One must not waste food, okay? hehe..."

Every day when your husband leaves home not coming back till late at night you would let the slime out of its jar letting it eat the leftover food that was left as you watched the chunks slowly break apart till there was nothing left but a clear black tinted slime. And when you grow to trust it a little, you let it move freely but only within your eyesight. The monster had also grown attached to you as it cling to your fingers hoping that you would continue to spoil it and attention and before your husband would come home you would place it back into its jar and pretend that nothing ever happened.

"Ah, don't touch them!" You said in surprise when it tried to go near the post of flowers you were caring for. Worried that it would eat them, you scooped the slime into your hand and took it farther from the flower pots. "You are not allowed to eat them, okay? I will be sad if you do." You told it. The ripple it made as if surprised at your words and then only to flatten could not help but make you giggle.

"You are such a cute thing. Are all slimes like you?" You asked curiously at the blob of slime."Slimes are common monsters, but since I live indoors most of my life, I have rarely a chance to see a monster for myself." You told it, it rolled to the side a little as it was trying to re-enact how a human would tilt their head thinking.

"I wonder if you could eat meat..." You handed a piece of stripped chicken from your leftovers immediately. The slime hugged your hand that held the food as you watched the chicken slowly disappear in its body, yet your own hand was without a scratch.

"Ehh?" You looked at the corner of the wardrobe, once filled with many boxes you thought of cleaning however when you finally got all the boxes out of the dark and went to grab a cloth you returned to a clean, dustless place with the slime right in the middle of the furniture. "Did you eat the dust?" You asked, you got your answer in a form of a squish-like sneeze from the slime.

"You shouldn't pull my skirt!" You slightly yelled, startled in surprise. As it tugged your skirt, the slime was definitely hungry and was begging you for food, but you didn't think it would pull on your skirt so suddenly!

"Do you want to go out?" You asked when you saw it still near a window. "I am sorry, but I can't take you out." It was a monster after all, and if someone saw it, you knew it would be killed right away.

You had created a special bond in a way. It was like your little pet, if not a friend to whom you would tell and vent your frustrations. You didn't think it could understand you, but when it nudged the heal of your foot, you thought it was trying to comfort you...

"Thank you." You said softly, patting it head. It bobs it head again

You thought that this would last longer, a foolish thought, but you hoped. You didn't know that when you were out, your husband would return home so soon planning on grabbing the slime as he had found a buyer.

As you went to the market to buy food for dinner you came back surprised when you saw shoes that belonged to your husband as you wondered why he had come home so early. Well, till you heard a crash and yells. Dropping your bags you ran to your husband's shouts in the living room as your eyes widen in shock the jar that held that black slime was on the floor broken with no slime in sight instead it was on your husband's face clinging as he tried to rip the slime off from his face.

"Get off of me!!" He yelled at the thing that blinded him. You ran towards them as you so desperately tried to help. Only to be harshly shoved by your husband who could not see you.

Your head slammed to the wall, and you blacked out. Darkness slowly took over your eyes. The last thing you heard was your husband's shouting, trying to get the slime off.

You don't remember how much time had passed yet, your eyes slowly open still dizzy from the hit to the head. Yet when you finally got yourself together you could not help but gasp, the living room was a mess with many broken pieces of furniture, the table was flipped to the side, frames fallen from the walls as well as the decorations from the shelf, glass shattered.

Your heart pained when you saw the plants that you took care of, broken pots and roots and soil spilled everywhere. Your husband was dying in the middle of everything nose, ears, eyes, and mouth all leaking this black liquid slime water.

Slowly, you crawled towards him in fear that he might be dead. Placing your hands on his chest desperately, hoping that he was alive, you could only breathe in relief when you felt his breathing. Soft, but it was still there. You placed your head on his chest in relief as you tried to calm yourself, and after a while, you forced your head up again.

Only for your eyes to widen in shock and your blood to run cold when you saw his eyes. As he grabbed your hands sticky from the slime, holding them so tightly that you could not get away. His eyes were love-struck as he looked at you, his tongue slightly out, and his breathing heavier than a few moments ago, and his face flushed red.

He pulled you towards him, your head spinning as he slammed your lips on tip of his as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring it. His eyes were still open as he watched your dulled reaction, weakly desperately trying to push him away but wouldn't let you. When you thought that you would faint again due to your lack of breath, he acted like a staved animal as if he wanted to consume you, and he finally let you go. A trail of spite connected your mouth mixed with black as you stared at him in fear. His short locks that touched the floor you could see looked like they had turned into a black goop at the tips.

You watched as the slime slowly seeped back into his locks. The slime on his ears and face slowly absorbed back into his skin, giving you more evidence that he was truly not your husband... but the black slime that you have taken care of.

What have you done...

He wasn't your husband. He is a monster that took control over your husband's body, and you were scared that it was too late.

You should have screamed then and there if nobody had come to your and your husband's aid the first time this time they would. Yet it didn't let you before you could do anything slime wrapped around your body, holding you tightly as well as your mouth to keep you from screaming. Part of his arms has turned into slime. You yelped in fear as you stared at the man who sat up, a solemn face that you were so familiar with and cold eyes. There was also a hint of something else. Something crazed as he looked at you with those eyes that kept you on edge.

"You shouldn't scream, dear. People would mistake that you and I had a little spat." He smiled.

It was the same voice, the same face, yet the smile was unfamiliar to you. It wasn't that smile that he used in front of others it was more sinister, more lustful. As the rope-like slime was removed from your mouth before you could take a chance to scream again, he attacked your mouth with his.

You don't know how long he kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring your teeth and corners of your mouth. You dont remember his tongue being this long, reaching the back of your mouth so quickly. You don't know when you fainted, but even after it, he never let you go. The moment you opened your eyes again, your hands and legs were tied to the bed. He was in a corner of the room relaxing on an armchair watching you.

"Let me go!! What did you do to my husband?!" You demanded, flinching as he took a step closer to the bed, closer to you. "What do you mean? I am your husband." Not a hint of guilt nor hesitation was obvious in his voice as he smiled at you. The bed creaked when he placed a hand beside your head, while the other started moving your hair from your face, playing with the strands. "It seems you have forgotten about me. How cruel. No matter, I will just have to help you remember."

"For now I should keep you here, we can't have you go around screaming after all." He chuckled, there was excitement in his voice. The fact that he was able to have you here and his almost made him high as he continued to play with your hair uncaring towards the fear in your eyes.

Every day, he spoiled you with affection and adoration. As you were trapped in your own home, he would kiss you not only on your lips but took many else where and lovingly hold you in his arms and whisper in your ear his obsession. You tried to fight back, bite his lips when he kissed yours, yet he didn't care and continued in his affections. You tried to push him away, but he was stronger than you even before the monster took over him, and the slime-like ropes held you in your place.

"Hnn.." he groaned when you bit his tongue, yet when you expected the taste of metallic blood, so after you tasted nothing, instead yelped as he shoved his tongue deeper in your throat, causeing you to have a vomit reaction. When you looked at his eyes, they crinkled almost as if smiling. You knew that he was punishing you. Rigth when you thought you would faint again. He released your lips to let you finally breathe instead, went to kissing your face, and continued his whispers of love.

It broke your mind, and he knew that. It took some time. Little by little, he continued to chip at your sanity. And when you were finally docile enough, quiet in his arms and reliant in his affections, he finally let you go.

Nobody knew what happened. The slime that took over your husband's body took it to work every day, and nobody could have been suspicious. Not even his personality did they realize there was a flaw. Nobody really noticed you were gone for a while. Though a housewife who didn't have many friends, nobody would. He also made many excuses to make sure nobody looks for you.

He dressed you, before when you preferred something simple he forced you to wear the presents given to you in the past and more now. Dainty lace and cute frills he would dress you with. Kissing you on the lips before leaving for work, it was as if nothing had happened. Nothing was wrong.

"Here you go." Placing a box on your lap, he smiled at you, urging you to open it. Your hands slowly grabbed the ribbons and pulled them carefully. You opened the box and gulped at what you saw. A white laced lingerie something your past husband would definitely never buy you even after marriage. "It reminded me of you when I saw it. After all, I don't think I have spoiled you enough the time we go married." Placing a small kiss on your cheek right below your eyes, "From now on, I will give you everything that you have ever desired and more that you could only think of me."

He played with your mind. The slime that within him you thought was almost innocent after eating the man's memories had become sly. Mixed in with it, love and obsession towards you resulted in this possessive man. This man was kind. His touches were loving and gentle compared to the past, which was nonexistent. You knew that this man wasn't the same man you married instead you had to remind yourself again and again that this man was possessed by a monster that ate your husband's brain, and settled in the curves in it. It took everything away from your husband, his skills, talents, memories... his free will.

"Say ahh." You looked at the food right in front of you, hesitation in your eyes as you were forced to sit on his lap. Your face heated in embarrassment as he told you to open your mouth again. "Didn't you also feed me every day? Why are you so shy, honey?" He chuckled amused by your torment as he asked to open your mouth again. "I won't let you go till you finish all your food, alright? You always say wasting is bad."

You should be screaming. You should be terrified that this slime took over your husband's body and started to act like it was your husband. You felt your mind swirling with madness. Every action was so similar to your husband. The way he walked did not change nor did the manner of his speech change. As if nothing has really changed from the outside view, you watched as black goop that was supposed to be a replacement for earwax and eye gunk on his eyes and ears. When you kiss and then separate, you leave a string of saliva mixed with black.

"So cute." He chuckled as he held your face with his hands, breathless you panted after a long tongue kiss that he forced you to after a long day of work. He was the one giving you home after all, your wardrobe full of elegant clothes as he threw away the more simple plain ones, spoiling you with so much affection, yet you wouldn't do the same? Spoil him a little with your attention like you did before. He didn't let you go, holding you tightly towards his body. He knew that you gave you no room to express your thoughts.

Another day, you gave in to his teasing, raising your hands as you hesitantly pulled his face near yours. You have pecked him a couple of times already in his demands and always looked rather satisfied after it, yet it didn't seem to be the case today. When you placed a light kiss on his lips and were about to retreat, he didn't let you and pushed his lips on yours. "Tongue." Short yet annoyed, you saw his eyes and knew that you could not be getting away till you did what he told you. Hesitantly pushed your tongue into his mouth, his own curled around yours and pulled.

"You really shouldn't make such a face. I can only hold myself back so much."

The queen size bed the same bed that he trapped you in usually empty on one side in the past more often than not now had two beings in it, his arms hugging and holding you so tightly as if possessiveness and jealousy were swirling in his mind, angered that you have spoken with another man other than him when you went out with him. You thought your bones would break the way he was holding you, your back facing him he wanted to bring you closer and closer even when there were no gaps left.

"If only I could keep you in a jar whenever we go out. So that no men would notice you and you only have me." Annoyance and frustration were in his tone as you tried to pull away from the slime that strapped you to the bed. "I am so annoyed..."

He acted like he wanted to dig a hole in your heart whether that was physically or mentally you weren't so sure but you didn't doubt he could carve your own heart out when you weren't able to move from his embrace that tightens whenever you make a slight movent when the slime was the one who carved out your husband's conscious making him nothing more than a zombie it could manipulate as it steals both his talents, skills and memories everything that he has work hard over. He had told you many times that he could force you to love him, forced you to adore him.

Maybe he did take your body, the saliva like slime forced to swallow every day from the kiss were deffinetly doing something to your body. You just didn't know what...

Outside, he was soft and kind the same the past, the type of man any woman would love to marry, a gentleman. In the privacy of your own home, tho... he wasn't the same. He was nothing but a monster that was so possessive over your body and your being, so greedy for your mind to only think of him. In front of others, his touches were soft and gentle, a man so in love with his wife. At home, it was as if he wanted to chain you down so that you would only be for him.

"My wife is the most lovely person in the world. I would be nothing without her love and support." He sang to others as they looked at him in a kind of respect when it was so obvious that he was infatuated with you to insanity.

"I see you are wearing the gift I have gotten for you. Good, my love deserves a reward, don't you think?" The white lingerie hidden by your dress made you feel embarrassed even if you knew that others could not see it. It was like a mark of his, that you belonged to him.

Toxic you thought to yourself, this would eat you alive one day or another. Yet you could not do anything but follow along as your heart too greed for his touch and affection. His manipulative words were the same, but this time with an obsession that you could not help be grow addicted to.

"You are heating up. Have you become shy, or are you sick?" You flinched at his cold hand. He had become a little colder to the touch may be before how his body was really just slime, but in your flushed state, they were comforting. The sly smile as he faked his worry of your embarrassed self, teasing. He was the reason why you were like this waking up to see him staring at you for who knows how long.

"What is the matter dear you can tell me." He pulled you closer. You could feel his legs weren't so solid anymore under the blanket as the wrap around your legs was a reminder that he wasn't human, yet once he leaves the house, nobody will be the wiser.

You looked away, avoiding eye contact, then with a bit of determination hesitantly, you grabbed his white shirt. You knew the moment you did this, it would be the end. That you could not take anything back. Yet you can not help it, you can not help it anymore. His eyes widened in surprise as you pulled him closer to you for the first time. Did you ever make a move out of your own will.

The clingingness that you never once showed as your eyes begged him to show the affection you so desperately crave and grew addicted to yet for so so long tried to resist. The surprise soon morphed into amusement, then a lovesick expression of drunken high an expression that he often showed after a long heated kiss as you were forced to drink all this slime he shoved down your throat. You had a guess as to what that liquid might be at first and felt vile at the thought.

Yet now it was something small, minor, compared to his attraction towards you, as you looked at him, still clinging as if trying to cover the gap between you and him, or maybe the emptiness in your own heart, you weren't sure. You didn't care anymore, after all, now you were loved.

After all, you were too broken from the start.

Note: okay now let me explain why there is too much kissing here... besides me being horny while writing this long ago- this is connected to the slime one shot that I have. Slime's "courtship" is basically giving a bit of the slime to the partner to show others that their slime companion is taken and now humans aren't slime... at least the reader isn't.

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