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actiniumwrites · 9 months

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

synopsis: you and neuvillette dance among the mechanical dancing robots, copellia and copellius, after a particularly stressful day

characters: neuvillette x gn!reader

wc: 1,066

warnings: fluff, a pinch of angst, reverse hurt/comfort, established relationships, some spoilers for neuvillette’s personality but no major spoilers for 4.0, this follows the theory that neuvillette is the dragon (i mean at this point, hyv is throwing it in our faces)

notes: i’ve had this idea since the trailer came out and i am very excited to be writing it! luckily neuvillette is kinda easy to write since he reminds me a lot of zhongli but in a better way? idk but i love him so so so so much. i actually had to cover my mouth while playing the quest because he made me smile so hard 💀

Little drops of rain dusted away from the wind, falling gently across your skin as you stepped outside of the Opera Epiclese, arm hooked around Neuvillette’s. At the sound of rain, his eyes raised toward the sky before back to the ground, sighing in frustration. Work had been particularly tasking lately, what with the latest homicide case that Lady Furina just couldn’t seem to take seriously. He didn’t need bad weather on top of everything else.

Shaking him out of his thoughts, you pulled him gently along, “Wanna go for a walk?”

“You know I hate to deny you your wishes, but this weather is not suited for walking, my dear,” he gently replied, pulling you back under the overhang and away from where the rain was falling. Of course. Even though he was the one who was not okay, he was still putting you before his own needs.

Your eyes flickered between his, observing the tiredness in them. Dark blue and purple bags formed under his eyes, his hair ever so slightly disheveled. The twinge of red in them made your heart ache, realizing he had been crying again. Who knew how long it had been since he had properly been able to take a break and go outside, enjoy the scenery, or even just breathe.

Making up your mind in an instant, you reached for your umbrella, quickly snapping it open and holding it above you both. Neuvillette quickly grabbed it from you and gently peeled your hands off of it.

Always the gentleman, you think to yourself.

He followed in your footsteps blindly, letting you take the lead during this outing. There was one place you had in mind, one that always seemed to bring you peace. You only hoped it would bring him peace as well, even if it only amounted to a little bit.

“We’re here,” you turned to him, smiling with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You gestured your hand to the robots in front of you, waltzing around in the rain entirely free from the world around them.

Neuvillette set his eyes on the mechanical couple dancing in front of him, unable to stray his gaze from them, almost as if they were hypnotizing him, “Copellia and Copellius? I was unaware you often came to observe them.”

“I find a certain tranquility in them,” you said quietly, nudging his shoulder with yours and leaning into him a little more, “there’s just something about the way they dance. It’s mesmerizing really, especially when it rains.”

“I cannot say I disagree,” he hummed.

You both paused in your movements as you watched the scene in front of you. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just letting the calm silence fall over you like the rain. There was a calming tune playing in the background, echoing from the phonograph broadcast towers by the Opera Epiclese. A classical tune you enjoyed, but one you never bothered to learn the name of.

Quietly, your hand reached up and took the umbrella from Neuvillette. His eyes met yours, alerted by the sudden touch of your hand against his. You gave him a small, but reassuring smile and placed the umbrella down on a nearby concrete ledge. Grabbing his gloved hand in yours, you eagerly pulled him toward where they danced.

“Are you sure?” He hurriedly asked, concerned for your health as the icy rain fell upon your skin, “I would hate for you to get sick.”

You hummed in reply, assuring him you would be okay. Neuvillette nodded back and held your hand a little tighter, pulling you into him so you could fall into step with the clockwork meka.

Back and forth, you both waltzed alongside them. One hand was raised in the air, intertwined with yours as the other pressed against your lower back, holding you close to him. Round and round, your footsteps fell in sync with his as you both danced along the robots. A few people had noticed, stopping by to stare in awe at the sight before carrying on with their days. It felt like hours had passed, but in truth, it had only been a mere ten minutes. When you were with one another, basking in each other’s presence, time just didn’t seem to exist.

And as the rain began falling particularly heavily, you felt your heart ache once more. Your head raised from the spot where it was just resting on his shoulder. Slowing your steps to a stop, you tenderly brush the ivory and blue strands of hair that covered his face off to the side, only to reveal a pool of tears gathering in your lover’s eyes.

Wordlessly, you swiped the ones that had escaped off of his face while a frown paints itself across your face. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He reciprocated the action, pulling you closer to him with the hand that laid on your back, allowing the tears to flow in the presence of your comfort.

“I had no idea you were so skilled at dancing,” he whispered as his lips departed from yours, simultaneously swiping the tears with his hands. You softly laughed to yourself, hooking your arm in his as you began to leave the area.

“Well,” you started as you walked up the steps, pulling him along, “it isn’t like we often dance together. Not seriously anyway.”

“Maybe we should do this more often? Only if you would like to, of course.”

You nodded in agreement, turning back to face him, “To be honest, I always thought you weren’t really into this kind of stuff.”

A few strands of hair that had fallen over his face again were wiped by his hands as he answered, “I do…if it’s with you.”

When you glanced at him again, he was smiling. It was the first one you had seen in a long time — or rather, the first genuine one in a long time. His hands peeled off the soaking wet gloves that once adorned his hands before moving to grab your hand once more. And as you set off for home, hand in hand, you noticed the rain had stopped. The once gloomy skies were filled with the setting sun and an array of blues, reds, and oranges. As Neuvillette found his happiness again, so had the sky.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #neuvillette #neuvillette angst #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n

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idle-daydreams · 3 months

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HEHEHE what a about possessive yandere starters. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only" Dazai or Chuuya! Or Fyodor It's up to you! Thank you for taking my request I love your works!😌✨✨

I chose Fyodor because this prompt seems to fit him best. I hope its okay :)

Tw: Yandere, mentions of sexual assault and stalking, controlling behaviour

“Where do you think you're going dressed like that?”

You froze, hand still upon the doorknob. “Fyodor,” you said, stomach clenching. “I... was just going to the store for some stuff.”

Fyodor stepped out from the shadows of the living-room, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. “Your body is for my eyes only,” he said in his flat voice. “Have you forgotten that, my love?”

Your stomach dipped again, almost painfully, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Fyodor was extremely caring, but his concern could be overbearing at times. “I know that,” you said. “But, I mean, I’m not dressed inappropriately.”

“Are you not?”

You looked away. At one time, you wouldn’t have given the black sweatshirt and leggings you were wearing a second thought, but ever since the accident you’d started to second-guess anything even remotely form-fitting. So your clothes tonight had been an active choice. “No,” you said defensively. “Lots of girls dress like this.”

“At home. Not when they go out alone after dark.”

“It’s fine,” you said, somewhat exasperated. “It’s still light out, and the store is like, ten minutes away.”

“But that outfit leaves too much to the imagination.”

“Its leggings and sweatshirt, not a string bikini,” you snapped.

Fyodor pursed his lips. Immediately, a stab of guilt ran through you. “I-I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I just - Fyodor, I don’t like it when you tell me what to do. I’ve always worn these kinds of clothes, and it’s been fine.”

“Has it?” Fyodor moved towards you, eyes hooded in the dim light of the hallway. You stopped yourself from instinctively pulling back, reminding yourself that it was only your boyfriend. Fyodor brushed his cold fingers down your cheek, and an uncomfortable flush ran across your skin nevertheless.

“Tell me, which one of us gets catcalled when they go outside, my little dove?” he said. “Which one of us had a stalker following them around? Who got assaulted right around the time we first met?”

“That was different,” you stammered, wishing he could pull away as he leaned in even closer. He was tall and thin, barely there at times; yet at times like these he could be overpowering. “It was late at night then, and I - I should have been more careful, but-”

“But this time it is different, yes? Because it is ‘still light out’? Because it happened that way the other time, so it cannot possibly happen now?”

You jerked as he ran his fingers along the insides of your thighs, quickly and violently. “Fyodor!” you exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He quickly flipped you over, pressing himself against your body until you could feel his manhood against your ass. Before you could react more than a startled gasp he stepped away, leaving you stumbling.

“I tell you what to do because you aren’t smart enough to be left on your own,” he said flatly. “What I did could be done by anyone, anywhere, at any time. Even at a nearly-empty convenience store while its still light out.”

“It won’t happen again,” you said, shaken by Fyodor’s callousness. “That guy is dead.”

“Yes, it is fortunate that he walked off a bridge and drowned after driving you into a breakdown.”

“I didn’t have a breakdown!”

“Really? You call that night you spent crying in my bed something else, then?” He grasped your chin in a pale hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Is it worth it, [Y/N]?” he asked softly. “Is it worth all of it just to defy me? The months of paranoia, having to abandon your job, your boyfriend, your life - will all of it be worth it just to wear an outfit? Because if you like the attention that much, as to twist my concern into something else, then I certainly will not help you should there be any consequences.”

Tears filled your eyes as you struggled to form an answer. You’d thought you were getting better, moving past the assault and the hellish nightmare of having to flee your home-town just to escape your stalker. But that niggling thought still lived at the back of your mind, the ever-present fear of being hunted again. Fyodor had been kind enough to help you out with settling in Yokohama, but you didn’t want to go through all of it again, and certainly not alone.

“... fine, I’ll change,” you said in a small voice.

“It will be better if you don’t go,” Fyodor said. “I planned to go get dinner anyway, so I will get you whatever you need.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

“Ah, I’ve frightened my little bird.” Fyodor sighed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You flinched, but forced yourself to lean in, reminding yourself once again Fyodor was your boyfriend. Who loved you more than anything in the world and had gone above and beyond just to prove it.

If only his touch felt kinder, instead of possessive.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I am sorry, my little dove. I did not mean to distress you.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “But you have to remember, everything I do or say is to protect you. You need protection, after all. You do not know just how beautiful you are, just how unusual your pure soul is in this world of sinners. And your body is the temple of your perfection. So protect it from others, and keep it only for me.”

#yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere bsd #yandere fyodor #yandere imagines #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #yandere bungou stray dogs

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inferno-0 · 1 month

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Shimo x (human?) reader (Headcanons)

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English is not my first language

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❆ Shimo is actually a very good girl. It just needs time to adapt to the outside world as well as in the hollow ground.

❆ I think she will be curious about people, because this is the first time she has seen such small creatures.

Most likely, he will protect them in the same way as Kong.

❆ Shimo is essentially an affectionate puppy.

She'll love your touch on her, even though you're too small. She will reach out to you if she trusts you.

❆ As for trust. Although she is curious, she will not immediately make contact. Thousands of years under torturous control have taken their toll. Shimo, I say it again, it takes time.

❆ This Titan won't stop poking his muzzle into your body if he loves you. Stroke it wherever you want.

The eyelids, around the nostrils, the jaw, it's all yours. The main thing is to be gentle. Shimo still turns a blind eye to the sudden movements.

❆ Spending the summer season with her is the most blissful. Too hot? Ok. This ice princess will cool down any place for you, just don't hesitate to ask.

❆ Sometimes he can take you for a ride on his back. Of course, she's worried about you. Have you seen its dimensions? It is unlikely that she will sense your fall from her icy ledges. If only a piercing scream.

That's why you're more likely to sit on her muzzle, grabbing the blue crown

❆ Her eyes are always open in surprise when walking with you. Any story from you is very interesting for her. And when you show her something, for example, the same sunset or a dark starry sky, her fairy-tale gaze cannot tear itself away from this process.

She literally freezes in place and can't accept that she can now look at it every day.

❆ Sometimes she calls you.

She's just glad to see you by her side. At such a moment, she really feels free.

❆ She is still haunted by nightmares that cause her to freeze everything around her. That's why you try to calm her down until she freezes you.

Based on this, Shimo does not let you near him while sleeping.

❆ Godzilla surprisingly doesn't look for the two of you on earth. Considering his previous attack on Kong, this time he most likely understood what was going on and did not bother your pleasant pastime.

Although the first time he sailed to the place where you were sitting, he did nothing wrong.

He just yelled until Shimo intervened.

You are proud of your lovely woman.

❆ Shimo as Mothra is also very protective. If she finds out that something has happened to you, she will not find a place for herself. She won't rest until she finds you.

Just don't disturb her or make her worry.

❆ Shimo just deserves love. Hug her and give her compliments, praise her. Anything.

She needs it.

In return, she will give you a love you didn't know.

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#godzilla #godzilla x kong: the new empire #shimo #shimoxreader #godzillaxreader #kaujiShimo #Xreader #Xhumanreader #headcanons #TitanShimo #Love this girl

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ataraxiaspainting · 1 month

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Fly Me to the Moon.

Yan Jingliu x F Reader.

Synopsis: “You looked at me like I was made of stardust, and told me that even the moon above us could not compare to the brightness in my eyes.”

Warnings: Yandere themes, violence, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 1k.

i’m so sorry if i’m wrong about xianzhou landscapes lol…

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The Xianzhou Luofu’s eclipses are as rare as someone who can walk on water.

Moons come and go across the Flagships’ skies as they make their way throughout the galaxy, and so do the suns. They all change from pink to red to gray, and none of them stay for long. Unlike what the Abundance teaches its creations, life has its way of teaching that nothing lasts forever. Permanence is but a fantasy and only those who are blind fools seek out such a blasphemous dream.

But if it is a blind fool you must be to see her whole for the first time, you will gladly be one.

You met just a fragment of her oh so long ago, under the very covered sun that was oh so rare. You dared not to look away from her as she moved towards you like clockwork, her sword dragging across flowered ground. The moon was white, and so were the blossoms. So was her hair, which looked like a bundle of shooting stars. She didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either. An expression as neutral as water.

She had a black blindfold over her eyes that had the sign of a crescent moon.

To you, she was brighter than the eclipse above.

You two moved together in a circle, a cautious waltz, but also an enticed one. Curiosity.

“You are a Cloud Knight, aren’t you?” She asked. The grip on her blade’s handle loosened just slightly. “I can tell by the spear you hold.”

You nodded, and a chuckle quieter than the gentlest wind escaped her lips.

You took a step backward as she took one forward. It was not out of fear but at the very least well-meant care—a dance crafted from years of training under daylight and starlight.

…

Now, hundreds of moons later, you take a step backward as she now takes three forward. Fear controls you like a puppet as you point your spear, which has by this point been remodeled and repaired from many battles with the Abominations of the Abundance. Daylight and starlight become one with the same snow-white eclipse in the sky.

She is smiling. Her sword no longer glides along sprouted soil, but a stone path painted with the blood of your fellow soldiers. Her blindfold is off, her eyes the very image of a hollow, depraved husk. Mara.

She does not chuckle when your hands shake, but rather she loudly laughs.

It is the farthest thing from gentle.

…

Jingliu has many presences, but none of them last for very long. Some stay for a week at most without issue, but those are rare and so far distanced from one another. She lets you leave, most days, to go buy tea from the market or to go sit down and feed the birds or to let you practice aiming your weapon at the training dummy she placed outside your living quarters.

When she first brought you here, she told you that you are free to duel her whenever you wish. Win, she said, and you can leave whenever you wish too.

The only thing is you can never manage to even touch her.

The uncharted areas around the cottage she acquired for both of you are dark, and the only places where there is light are the ones that have straight and narrow paths, paths to the few places Jingliu allows you to go unsupervised. Or is the definition of unsupervised in Jingliu’s world is to have you watched from a few kilometers back?

You cannot tell. Nor do you want to know the answer, because you know the truth will stomp on your hope like it was a lowly insect.

You also don’t walk alone at night for reasons like those. You cannot see anything, only hear and think.

You cannot see Jingliu if she is watching you from behind.

Even though she swears on her honor that she does not follow you closely.

You can hear Jingliu’s breathing though, how desperate she can sound, or how calm she can sound. It all depends on what moon shines through the brightest.

…

Meals with Jingliu are always the same.

No matter what her mood is at that particular moment, she always stares at you from across the table.

Sometimes her hair is well-kept, on days when she is happier and more active in her self-care. Sometimes she bats her eyes at you. Sometimes she seems to stare past you, to the unlit fireplace or the vase of flowers near the entrance door. Her stares can turn into glares in an instant, or her glares can turn into loving gazes. You wish most days that she wouldn’t be so distant, but you don’t want her to be suffocating with her affection either.

You just want the best of both worlds. An eclipse.

“How is it?”

Your attention is abruptly captured. Her gaze appears slightly less serene yet intensifies, while yours remains filled with doubt. Your hand ceases the motion of guiding the fork towards your mouth, descending listlessly onto the table.

“Is something the matter, [First]?” Genuine confusion on both of your parts.

“...N-No.” As you lower your gaze and gently shut your eyelids, your whole body quivers uncontrollably, leaving you powerless over its movements. “It’s good.”

“Are you sure?” Your gaze evades her as if being controlled by a small prey animal’s instinct. Your heart races, as if on the verge of a sudden collapse. “You can tell me if something is wrong with the food.”

Your fingers interlock with such force that you fear they might leave imprints on your skin.

“No, no… it’s good, really.”

She tilts her head. “You aren’t eating, though.” You hear the sound of a chair being dragged, a sure sign that she is standing up. “You can be truthful with me, dearest. I won’t be upset.”

Gazing out the window, you offer no response. The sound of her sigh reaches your ears, yet your focus lies elsewhere. A single leaf gracefully twirls upon the surface of the nearby pond, without a care in the world. You hope it will not drown.

#yandere #author aya #yandere x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere jingliu #yandere jingliu x reader #jingliu x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader

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blossom-works · 6 months

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Scared to Lose You

"We live in a scary and uncertain world. I know you say that you won't know what to do with yourself if you ever lost me, but I cannot promise that I will outlive you. Instead, I promise that I will find a way to tell you that I love you every single day of my life. Up until I can no longer walk on this earth. I will make you feel loved when you walk out that door, and I will make you feel loved when you come back home."

When Leon got that call, his heart stopped. He felt the organ in his chest stop beating. His blood ran cold and his brain went blank. Leon wanted to drop to his knees and wail. He wanted to curse the world. He wanted to burn it down. Leon wanted nothing more than to go back to five hours ago and lock you in your shared home. He would beg you not to go on that mission and to stay home with him. Leave everything to your colleagues so you can be in the comforts of his arms, and he, yours.

Everything feels more real when Leon rushes inside the hospital. He does not even care to check in with the front desk. A couple of nurses have to stop him from barging through every door.

"My wife is here! Tell me where she is!"

The nurses are asking Leon to tell them who it is he is looking for, but all he can say is "My wife". Leon needs to see you. He needs to know that you are okay. You have to be okay. You just have to be. You became his reason for living. You taught him how to navigate the world without getting lost in its darkness. You become his reason to live. If he lost his sun, his light in the world, Leon would be consumed by the darkness of the world.

"Leon!" A banged-up woman comes running down the hallway. Dirt covers her face and she has a slight limp to her.

"Tina, where is she! Tell me she's okay!"

Your co-worker and best friend tell the hospital staff that she will handle this. Tina tells them who it is Leon is looking for and they tell him what floor you are on. Leon immediately sprints to the stairs. No time for the elevator. Tina runs behind the man, asking him to slow down but it falls on deaf ears. How can Leon slow down when his wife is on the brink of death? He needs to be by your side as fast as he can.

Leon sees the double doors to the to the surgery wing but Tina blocks off the door before he can bust through them.

"What are you doing Tina? I need to get to her!"

Tina shakes her head. "You need to calm down, Leon."

"Calm down? Calm down! My wife is about to die and you want me to calm down!"

More of your colleagues hold Leon back, but he fights. He is fighting because he needs to see you. He needs you and there is no way he is going to let anyone take you from him, not even death. Leon is your husband. It is his job to protect you and here you are, in surgery, fighting for your life! Your colleagues have to lock Leon in a room away from the other visitors for fear that he may hurt someone or himself. Given his training, it was hard to overwhelm the DSO agent.

"Enough of this, Leon! You can't go batshit crazy, right now!"

"And why not? My wife is fighting for her life and you expect me to just sit and wait!"

"Yes! There is nothing you can do Leon! Let the doctors do their job so they can save her life and you can bring her back home!"

No words leave Leon's mouth. Tina is witnessing a man at what is potentially his lowest. The room they shoved Leon in is a staff lounge room. Instead of sitting in one of the chairs, Leon paces the floor with his hands behind his head.

"What happened, Tina? What the fuck happened out there?"

"Are you going to sit?" Leon glares at your friend. Tina holds her hands up in defense. "Shit went wrong. It was supposed to be an in-and-out type of mission, but we didn't realize that they had rigged the building with explosives. During the raid, they triggered the bombs. She barely made it a couple of feet outside before the bombs went off."

Tina further explains that you collided with a nearby vehicle from the explosion. The blast resulted in a total of thirty-two casualties, thirty-three fatalities and counting. Before you were wheeled off into the surgery ward, the doctors said that you had multiple shrapnel wounds, broken ribs, and potential internal bleeding. Maybe even a collapsed lung.

As Leon hears all of this, he does not care about the dead cops, agents, or civilians. As horrible as that sounds, all Leon cares about is you. You were in that blast and Leon has no idea what your current condition is. When Tina told Leon about your injuries, he wanted to throw up. He wanted to rip someone's face off. Leon felt his skin starting to burn. The air felt suffocating. Leon feels like he is the one dying, not just you.

Oh, God...you are dying. Are you not? You are on a surgical bed being cut open because it is the only way to save your life. Is Leon really going to lose you? No. Please, God, no. Anything but you. Take him! Take his life! Not yours! Not you!

Seeing her best friend's husband about to enter a panic attack, Tina carefully brings him out of his mind. "Leon, she's going to be okay. We both know she's a strong one. She isn't going out like this." Tina keeps talking to Leon, trying to coax him out of his head. Your friend and colleague really hopes that her words are not empty promises. Tina has witnessed your and Leon's love story since the beginning. Your relationship went by fast, but the two of you love each other. You fought the world together, head-on. You fought for each other, not against one another.

Tina manages to shift Leon to the waiting area. She leaves the man to himself as she gets him a cup of water and a snack from the hospital cafeteria. She doubts he will have the appetite to eat something, but it will not hurt. You and Leon took care of Tina when she went through hell, so it is only right to return the favor. Looking at the time, Tina tells Leon that she has to go home to her family. Leon did not acknowledge her, but Tina knew he heard her. Patting his shoulder, she lets him know that she will have her phone on her.

For eleven grueling hours, Leon sat in that waiting area. He only left his seat when he had to use the bathroom or make a brief call. He sent a quick text to Claire, asking her to take care of Shiloh until further notice. Leon refuses to leave this hospital without the knowledge that you will live. When Claire and the rest heard about you, they rushed to the hospital. None of the doctors or nurses have told Leon about you or your condition. No one had answers and it is quickly killing your husband.

'I didn't feel loved this morning so you can't die. You didn't make good on your vow.' Leon lies to himself in desperation.

One person from your mutual friend group would drop food off for Leon. He would only eat a couple bites of the food though. Leon feels that if he eats more than six or seven bites, he may just throw up. He swears that his heart is about to burst out of his chest at any moment. Finally, when the clock reaches 8:34 a.m., a surgeon walks out the double doors.

"Kennedy?"

Leon immediately jumps from his seat and almost corners the medical expert. He demands to know your condition and where you are. If he has to wait any longer then he may just burst through those damn doors himself.

"Your wife is stable, but her condition is still critical. We're going to keep a close eye on her for the next seventy-two hours. We lost her twice during surgery." Oh, Leon wants to throw up so bad when he hears that you died not once, but two times. "She lost a lot of blood and she has bruising all over her body. Internal and external. Her ribs fractured when she collided with the car, but those are actually minor compared to the rest. Your wife had a total of fourteen shrapnel pieces lodged in her body, mainly her back. With your permission, we would like to run a CT scan to ensure that there is no more internal bleeding or organ damage."

Leon immediately nods and signs the stupid papers. Anything for you. Anything that will make sure you will be okay.

"You can see your wife in about ten minutes. I do have to warn you though, she won't look the same." The surgeon pats Leon's back and goes somewhere in the hospital.

The long hours Leon had to wait do not compare to the ten minutes he has to wait until he can see you. These ten minutes feel like ten days. When a nurse escorts Leon to your room, he wants to yell at her to pick up her pace. Why the hell is she walking so slow?

"She's in here."

Leon practically chokes on air when he sees you on that hospital bed. So many tubes are attached to you that are attached to more machines. He has no idea what any of this does, but if it is to keep you alive, fuck it. Attach all the damn tubes and machines to you. Hesitantly, Leon touches your hand. Contrary to your pale complexion, your body still has warmth to it. That piece of knowledge gives Leon some sort of comfort.

The doctor was right though. You look different, and it does not help that you are hooked up to so many machines. Leon stood there, by your bedside. Just holding your hand and caressing the hair on the top of your head, hoping that you get to come home.

Leon spent an entire week at the hospital. Since Claire was caring for Shiloh, she took the liberty to pack him a bag of clothes and toiletries. Everyone knew that Leon would not leave your side even if you asked him to. It takes you about four hours to wake up after your surgery. Your husband swears that his heart was about to burst when he saw your eyelids flutter.

"Hey, gorgeous," Leon whispers sweet nothings in your ears. He tells you how much he worried for you and how much he misses you. He tells you to never scare him like this again. His heart will not be able to handle such panic again.

Your body hurts and it feels stiff. Your throat is dry too. It takes you a couple of minutes to be able to talk, but when you do, your throat is hoarse. You want to sit up but your body is so exhausted after being blown up and rushed into surgery. Leon does everything for you. Need some water? He is lifting the cup to your lips. Are lights too bright? He will adjust the dimmers. Hungry? Let him check with the doctor first. Kiss? No argument here.

This kiss is desperate. Like Leon wants to make sure that you are alive and well. He wants to make sure that it is you he is kissing and not a corpse. So much love transfers from the kiss. Leon kisses you with his fiery heart that burns only for you. When the doctor deems you okay enough to run more scans, Leon is behind the glass watching you. If he could have it his way, he would be in the machine with you.

You suffered a concussion but with some pain relievers, you will be fine. your scans show no sign of internal bleeding or organ damage. Bruising, yes. Lots of bruising and even down to your bones. Your body also suffered small fractures, but nothing life-threatening. In conclusion, you are lucky to be alive.

When the nurse took out the tubes so you only had an IV drip and your heart monitor attached, you wanted to drown yourself in your work. The sons of bitches blew up local officers and federal agents and innocent lives. Lucky for you, your husband already has the information. The people responsible have been caught and will be tried on multiple, federal accounts. Leon tells you about the memorial being held for the people who died in the explosion.

You touch your husband's face. Your thumb traces the bags under his eyes and his hallowed cheeks. His stubble has also grown too. He looks tired.

"You should sleep." Leon shakes off your concern. "I'm okay."

You both know he is not, but a man will not talk if he does not want to. Even if the person who wants him to talk is his wife. When you are cleared to finally leave the hospital, Leon refuses to let you walk. He has your papers and his bag in one hand, and with his other, he carries you like a toddler. Later the same day, he picks up your prescriptions when you fall asleep on your shared bed.

At night though, Leon refuses to fall asleep. He is scared to close his eyes, only to open them and you are not there. He is scared that your being back home is an illusion his mind made up to cope with your death. Every ten or so minutes, Leon sits up so he can watch your chest rise and fall. He gently touches you so as to not wake you up. You catch onto this behavior after being home for three days.

"Leon, you really need to sleep. Your bags are getting heavier and you can barely stand up without wobbling."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I need to make sure you're still alive."

Limping, you bring Leon to your shared bed and shove him to lie in the middle. You lay down next to him, maneuvering his arm to wrap around your waist. Your head is on his chest and your left hand is around his waist.

"I'm here Leon. I'm right here." You whisper this repeatedly until Leon's eyes get too heavy and he finally goes to sleep. Deep sleep. Not the "let me shut my eyes for a few minutes" sleep. And you stay there, lying next to him until he wakes up. You know that if he wakes up and you are not there, it will tear at Leon's heart. Making him believe that you were really a figment of his imagination and his wife of only nine months is dead.

It is your turn to watch your husband sleep. To know that he is okay. A part of marriage is caring for each other until you physically drop. Leon did his part, and now it is time you do yours. For the next couple of weeks, maybe even months, the two of you will take extra care of each other. You will make sure to love each other a little more than you usually do. To say it more often. Hugs are tighter and cuddles are longer.

Truly, if Leon loses you, the man might as well die then and there. A part of him would want to crawl into the casket with you and lie with you until he joins you in the afterlife. Nothing would save Leon from that hell, not even alcohol. A downside of being with you is that Leon is dependent on you. You are his reason to live. You are his light in the dark tunnel he often adventures in. You have your claws sunk into his heart, soul, and body. Everything that is Leon is yours. He is yours to claim and yours to love.

Please, do not make Leon fall into the pitless well. Please, stay with him until he takes his last breath. Cheat death. Run away from it. Fight it. Do whatever you have to do to stay alive because there is no world or universe out there where Leon can live without you.

#x reader #fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy imagine #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 6 #resident evil vendetta #resident evil damnation #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil death island #re 4 remake #re 2 remake #resident evil x reader #reader insert

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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right im loving this hot wife things thats going on so can i please have a blurb where spencer and his wife work together and someone starts flirting with her and it ends with angry sex ? maybe s9 spence ? <3

Spencer keeps huffing next to her, jaw clenched as he struggles to focus on his paperwork. Alex, next to him notices, but no one can read him as well as his wife, who's tapping her foot against his under the table to try and get him to calm down.

It's almost impossible to not want to overreact- or maybe just react- when deputy Idiot walks back in the room and winks at Y/n.

It's not new, and he's not an idiot. He knows she's gorgeous objectively, so it makes sense everyone seems to want to try to get with her. It happens at bookstores, restaurants, bars, and apparently police precincts as well. The flirting comes from men and women, and usually while she's wearing her wedding ring.

He usually doesn't mind because he gets it, and something she flirts back just enough to get free or discounted stuff while being respectful to her husband.

But this? When the same deputy has been flirting with her whenever Spencer leaves the room and creepily stares at her the rest of the time. That's something he really doesn't like. Especially when Y/n's painfully nice and she refuses to tell him to fuck off.

So Spencer does. "You know, there are lots of empty prison cells here that you go sit in until you learn not to harass women."

Defeated he retreats, but Spencer sits there fuming, fingers so tightly wrapped around his pen that there's a good chance he's about to have ink on his fingers.

"We're going to take a walk," Y/n tells Alex, practically dragging her husband out of his seat.

Something dark flickers in his eyes, and he doesn't let her lead him outside. Instead, he opens a supply closet, letting her walk in first before slamming it shut and flicking the lock closed.

His lips meet hers before she has a chance to ask him what they're doing.

"Mm, Spence." She mumbles, pulling back to voice her concern. His lips trail down her neck, making her thinking difficult. "We can't do this here."

"Why not?" He asks against her skin, the vibrations running through her throat as he pins her against the door.

She sighs, trying not to moan as his lips continue an assault against her skin. "Someone might hear." She reminds him, hoping he'll see it as a consequence because she's too far gone to care.

"So let them," Spencer replies, pulling back to look into her eyes, keeping their faces an inch apart. "Then everyone will know I have the hottest wife with the prettiest moans."

When his hand bunches up her skirt, fingers grazing her panties, she has no concern. "Yeah, fuck, okay." Even if her legs weren't weak, she wouldn't be able to go out there and act normal.

Spencer grins, leaning in to kiss her deeply while roughly pushing her skirt up and tugging her underwear down. "Need to be inside you so bad." He says, taking his cock out of his pants desperately while she grips his shirt.

"It's been, like, 2 days." She reminds him, giggling. She's stopped when he runs the head of his cock through her folds and she gasps.

"Still too long." He disagrees, finally pushing into her since he really cannot resist another second.

She gasps loudly, quickly trying to clamp a hand over her mouth so as to not draw attention to the fact they were literally fucking while they were meant to be working a case. They both justify it because Spencer's not going to be able to work without clearing his head.

Once she's adjusted, he pounds into her against the door and thrusts hard without any warming up.

She's holding back making too much noise, left hand clamped over her mouth and displaying her ring finger. Spencer notices. "No, baby, wanna hear you."

She pulls him closer by his tie, moaning into his ear as she keeps an arm wrapped around his broad shoulders to stabilize himself. "So good." She moans. "Always fuck me perfect, Spence."

He gloats at the praise, pushing her further up so he can get as far into her as possible. "You're so beautiful, y'know?" He's not sure where to keep his hands, letting them travel across her body, holding her waist, hips, ass, and face when he moves to kiss her again.

"Gonna cum." She warns him, but he already knows it by how much she's tightened around him.

"Let go for me, lovely." Spencer prompts, barely fucking her through it before he cums inside her. Their rapid breathing syncs as they come down from their highs, pulling apart after another sweet kiss.

They redress in silence because smirking is enough, and then Spencer clears his throat. "I'm sorry if I got a little worked up." He apologizes, pulling her into a hug now that they're both fixed up.

She shakes her head. "No... you're hot when you're mad." She shyly admits.

He snorts, raising his eyebrows at her. "I just...try to not let it bother me, but sometimes it does."

"Baby." She coos, cupping his cheeks. "You're the love of my life. There's no one else I want."

He grins, wrapping her in his long arms. "You have me for as long as you want."

"Hmm, I'll take forever, please."

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ask-the-royal-absol · 8 months

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Gwen approached the bisharps, seeing the number of attacks done on them. Having heard it is from the queen, Gwen felt disgusted.

“You both seem calm despite one of you losing an eye. Why haven’t either of you raised a coup yet? The queen and king cannot be that strong if Destino is anything to go off of.”

*Roy continued to look at his brother, knowing expression on his face. There were not many bisharps down in the Underdark but Roy knew Hershel could not resist blushing when a female bisharp looked his way. Hershel ignored his brother.*

Hershel: We are fine. Do not worry about my brother and I. King Nox and Queen Karma may be a touch harsh with their punishments but it is all for good reason. We failed to protect their child. We failed to do our job. It is what we deserved. When we signed up for this job, we knew the reputation of the royal family. But, despite what it may seem, they have treated us quite well. We could very well leave at any time if we wanted to.

Hershel: I understand that many might look at the King and Queen on the outside and see them as cruel and quite terrifying. However, they truly do care for their kingdom. They want to make it thrive, despite all of the struggles they have to face. That is quite admirable. Well, I think so at least. Especially since they have to travel to the surface to get enough resources for everyone to survive. They go to a place where they risk being seen by those who don’t accept dark types and possibly dying because of it. They risk their lives to make their kingdom survive. We both want to stay because they both care. That is what we see as being good leaders and ones we want to respect.

*Roy nodded his head in agreement. Hershel leaned against the wall behind him, his arms crossed.*

Hershel: And well…I suppose there is one other reason.

*the brothers both looked fondly towards Destino, who was clearly trying to annoy those who approached them. Roy smiled and Hershel gave a slight chuckle, muttering, “Typical Destino.”

Hershel: I’m sure my brother will agree but yes. We do believe they will be able to carry out what needs to be done. I understand your hesitation. Destino has been known to avoid their responsibilities when they can. But, if a job needs doing, Destino will do it, even if it is reluctantly.

*Roy looked towards where Hope was and noticed she was looking for something. The Bisharp quietly whispered something into his brother’s ear and Hershel nodded. Roy walked into the King and Queen’s room, searching around. Hershel continued to stand by the door, not allowing anyone else to pass through.*

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captainshurley · 3 months

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Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 1)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Summary:

Y/n has fallen on hard times. Due to a difficult recent breakup, she is immersed in her work and cannot cope with her condition on her own. Maria, her best friend, decides to help her recover and invites her to her party. Maybe y/n will find something there to help her get on with her life?

Rushing around the room, the girl tried to gather her thoughts so that she wouldn't forget anything necessary. Normally, packing for somewhere didn't cause her this much trouble, but today for some reason things had gone wrong from the start. Y/n decided to calm her thoughts a bit and sat down on the edge of the bed to organize the thoughts in her head. She took a few deep breaths and mouthed the entire sequence of her actions, drawing a clear line. That always helped her in situations like this.

She decided to wear her favorite Shotgun Rider band t-shirt, a black and red checked flannel shirt, dark blue jeans and white sneakers. Looking at her reflection in the large mirror, she decided that she didn't look flashy or attract much attention. Exactly as she should. Less attention, less problems. By the age of 24 y/n had already gone through some rough patches that left an indelible mark that sometimes disrupted the normal course of her life.

Half an hour later, y/n was still packed and ready to go to the party her best friend Maria had invited her to. Nothing fancy, just a house party for friends. Maria said she needed someone she felt comfortable enough with to keep her company and share a glass of wine. This was a party to celebrate some success Maria's husband, David, was having at work.

When the cab pulled up outside the Harwoods' spacious house, the parking lot next to the it was filled with cars. Y/n paid the cab driver and headed for the door from behind which soft music was already blaring. The girl stopped next to the door to take a couple of breaths to calm her once again frayed nerves. For a couple seconds, she even considered running away before it was too late, before anyone saw her. Even though she had texted Maria a couple hours ago saying she was definitely coming. "Come on y/n. You're better than that. Better than a coward running away before the last step." she said to herself.

Just as she was about to press the bell, hoping it would be heard through the music, a man with a wide smile came out to meet her, literally bumping into her because he was distracted by a conversation with someone. "Oh, sorry...I didn't..." he started to say, but y/n interrupted him. "It's no big deal. It's fine. Did you want to come out?" she smiled back at him, unable to resist the inner impulse and stepped aside a bit, letting the man pass. For a couple seconds they both stood there, unable to take their eyes off each other. The man was the first to break contact, shaking his head and still taking a step outside. "Thanks...see you around I guess?" he said and tiredly walked away without waiting for a response. "See ya" she said automatically and walked into the house covering the door behind her.

Walking inside, she saw a small space with a bar counter that Maria's husband usually uses as his personal space and often posts pictures from here on his Instagram. It was a cute little wood-lined corner with a small tabletop that held different types of alcohol. Y/n decided to stop here for a while and have a few drinks. Finding herself a glass, she lowered herself onto a bar stool and poured herself some of the tequila that David had once praised. Looking around, she noticed a large cutout artwork on the wall with the faces of two men. One of them was obviously David himself, but the other y/n didn't know. For some reason the face seemed vaguely familiar to her.

After a few drinks she began to drown in her own thoughts. Alcohol always comes with heavy thoughts. For y/n it always did, at least until someone kept her company. But here she knew no one but her hosts, and they had yet to be found. She began searching with her eyes among the people for the hostess or host of the party to say hello to. Finding the shining bald head in the crowd was not difficult. There he was, the host. Her friend was right there beside him, gently hugging her husband around the waist. Y/n walked over to them and put her arm around her friend. Maria hugged her and kissed her on the neck and pulled away with a smile. She was happy to see y/n at the party. To be frank, she already thought y/n wouldn't come because of everything she had been going through for the past few months.

"Y/n, there you are. Glad you decided to show up. Now this party will be at least a little more interesting" giggling a little Maria said "Ouch" came from the man standing next to her "actually the party isn't boring as it is" he said to his wife but then shifted his gaze to y/n "glad you're here" Y/n grinned and hugged Harwood. "Thank you, David. I hope Maria isn't disappointed in your party because of my appearance" "Don't be silly, little one. You're always welcome here. Feel yourself comfortable" Maria took her friend's hand and squeezed it lightly to help y/n feel calmer. "Hey, Dan, we have something to discuss" the man addressed someone in the crowd and kissed his wife on the cheek and left.

When she was alone with y/n, Maria offered her a glass of wine and a little chat. Y/n nodded and they headed towards the drinks bar. "How are you? I hope you've stopped worrying about that guy. We both know that he's not worth regretting the end of that relationship for so long. Especially when you remember why and how they ended" Maria was worried about her friend and you could hear it in every word she said. It had been quite some time since the y/n's last relationship, but it didn't seem to be getting any easier for the girl. "Did someone appear on the horizon that you liked? You need to stop hoping Josh will change and at least apologize for putting you through all this crap!" "It's not that simple... I've given up hoping for an apology, but I can't just, you know how the people say, move on and just start dating someone else. I'm more focused on work right now. Yes, sometimes men at work flirt with me and call me out on dates, but it's all wrong. They either want to get it all at once or they're not ready for their girlfriend to be as problematic as I am." "Come on, Y/n! You're not problematic at all. You just need the right guy. Someone who can win your trust and heart and be your motivation to get over Josh's shit." "Yeah, someone who will see me, fall in love with me until the faint of heart, say 'I'm with you till the end of the line' and we'll live happily ever after." replied y/n with a sad chuckle, taking a sip of wine. "That's exactly what will happen! You'll see. You'll just have to find the right guy" said Maria, trying to give her friend some confidence at least for a while.

There was a tense and slightly sad silence.

"Oh, by the way, how is your brother? You haven't said anything about him in a while" the woman decided to change the subject.

"Scott? Scott's doing great! Traveling the world. Doing what he loves to do. In other words, living his best life. I miss him so much, to be honest. We call each other a lot, he helps me in that times, you know. But I miss having him around. He's literally all I have. My only family." y/n said that with sad in her voice.

"Yeah... You've had a hard time. And you both deserve to be happy. And... You know that no matter what happens, you can always turn to us, right? I'll help you with advice and a friendly shoulder, and David with alcohol and a strong hand if you need it."

Of course, Maria was partly joking. But y/n really could always count on them, but never took advantage of it to avoid taking her problems onto someone else.

Often the woman had to literally forcefully pull out of y/n what was wrong, so closed off she was literally from the world.

"I know. And I thank you for that. A lot."

Meanwhile, David had gone out with his coworker and, as he liked to say, "blood brother" to the backyard. It was starting to get dusk, so it was quiet and comfortable enough to talk privately outside.

"I see you're having a good time, Dan" Harwood opened beer bottles he'd brought with him and held one out to Daniel.

"Yeah. You know the last couple months have been tough, but at least now you and I have three tag-team championships and some time to relax before we have to defend them one by one" Dan smiled and sipped a little from the bottle "cheers!"

"Cheers!" David sipped a little from his bottle as well "Just I ask you to be a little more careful. I don't want my best friend to get into any trouble that I have to get him out of later."

"It'll be fine. A couple shots, some innocent flirting that might end up in something interesting and nothing obligatory for one night. Nothing criminal. By the way, there was this girl, we met in the doorway. She had a brown hair, and she was wearing, like, a plaid shirt and a Shotgun Rider t-shirt. Who's that, do you know?"

It took David a few seconds to go over in his head the people he'd seen at the party tonight.

"No, no, no. Don't even think about it, bro. That's my wife's best friend, and she's certainly not the kind of person who would benefit from casual hookups right now. No offense" Harwood hadn't stopped shaking his head the whole time.

"Sounds like a challenge" Wheeler decided to joke, but immediately realized from his friend's reaction that the decision was clearly a bad one. He held up his hands in his defense "Okay, I get it. I'll be careful and not allow myself anything extra. But maybe you can tell me her name, she looks pretty."

"Her name is y/n" He said with a sigh. "Don't make me regret it."

Next chapter

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bridgyrose · 10 months

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What if Salem had a friend, a fellow immortal (not Ozpin) who worried about her well being?

(Using a DND OC for this, though, not dnd related)

“Dont you think this is taking things a little too far?”

Salem sighed and stopped in her step as she looked around at the trees of the forest as she listened to the all familiar voice of an old friend. “And following me isnt?”

Casmos walked up next to Salem and gently took her hand. “That was the fourth village you’ve been run out of. Running away isnt going to fix anything-”

“I’m not trying to fix anything,” Salem interrupted as she started to walk again. “I’ve already lost the one I love and was cursed to walk this land until I can understand why I cannot be with him again. If moving from village to village is a price to pay when the villagers can no longer trust me, then so be it.”

“Then why cant you work with them and get them to trust you?”

“Because none of this matters!” Salem yelled out as she turned around, slicing the air with a blade of purple magic. “I have spent centuries wandering an empty world, finding humanity coming back on its own outside of the gods’ influences, and yet I’m still no closer to finding peace or getting back the one I loved! This… humanity is nothing more than a shadow of who we were. Incomplete and broken, and still following the gods that abandoned them long before they came to existence! If this humanity doesnt want me around with them, then I dont need them.”

Casmos flinched and pulled back. “That’s… that’s exactly why you need them though. Its why you keep me around right? Because you’re terrified of being alone? While I dont know exactly what you’ve been through, I know enough. Remember, the gods cursed me too.”

Salem calmed down for a moment as Casmos’ golden eyes nearly glowed in the light of the sun. Of course she hadnt forgotten she wasnt the only one cursed, though it was easy to ignore since Casmos could still blend in with this new humanity far easier. “I’m not afraid of being alone, I’m afraid of never seeing Ozma again. Not that you understand.”

“And what exactly do I not understand? What it means to love someone? To lose someone I can never get back? Do you even hear yourself?”

“He was everything to me!” Salem snapped, clenching her hand into a fist as tears started to roll down her cheeks. “He saved me, showed me a life we could’ve had together! All I wanted was for him to be back by my side and the gods denied me!”

Casmos sighed and wiped a tear from Salem’s cheek. “Then lets find a way to honor him. If the gods wont bring him back, then all we can do is find a way to do that. But running away from humanity isnt going to solve anything.”

“This humanity doesnt want me.” Salem took a breath to calm herself and sat down on a fallen log. “And if they dont want me, then I dont need them.”

“If they dont want you now, then why not show them how valuable you can be?”

“And how can I do that?”

“Grimm are becoming a problem around here. Why not find a village to protect?”

Salem wanted to argue, but stopped herself as she mulled over the idea. It was true that without the God of Darkness around, the grimm were running rampant, destroying anything that his brother had touched. A smile crossed her lips as she stood up again, almost renewed with a wonderful idea. “Why stop at a village?”

Casmos paused. “Because if we can get a village on your side-”

“We could protect a kingdom and rule this humanity as gods!”

“That’s… not exactly what I meant.”

“We have powers they could never imagine! We cant die, and we can protect them! Give them everything the gods couldnt give us!”

“Maybe we should think about this first.”

Salem started to make her way in the direction of the nearest kingdom. “We can make things right!”

Casmos let out a heavy sigh and followed after Salem, her steps starting to drag a bit as she walked. “And… there she goes again…” she muttered to herself under her breath. “Ambitious as always.”

#rwby #salem #rwby salem #drabbles #immortal gods au #immortal gods

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onevolon · 10 months

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as above - part2

Marc Spector & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley

word count: 513

warning: a lot of wiki and brain power going into this

note: What would happen if alters disappeared, after Marc took Khonshu's offer at the temple? (Hadestown and Dante's Inferno inspired. Marc, Steven and Jake are all aware of each other before the canon.)

you can also read it on ao3.

part1 - part3- masterlist

7 p.m.

First thing Steven realized when he opened his eyes was the dark sky. The stars… More than he has ever seen shining brightly through the night. He blinked right back at them and noticed that he was laying down. Why was he on his back?

There was a sense of motion but he was still. In fact, the air was still too no wind was blowing.

Then there is this sound… of water?

He mentally scanned his body for any pain and when he found none, finally lifted his head to look around.

He was in a boat.

A snake-boat to be exact. It was moving calm and slowly, rows of men were paddling synchronously. Without even realizing Steven walked towards one of them. This whole thing looked just like-

“Don’t bother talking to them, hermano, they won’t budge. I don’t think they’re even breathing.”

Steven turned around the face the owner of the voice.

“Jake? How are you here! I mean out of our body, in front of me? Wait, we have separate bodies?! But… Where is Marc?!”

“I don’t know.” was the answer he can give all to those questions at the moment.

To an outsider, Jake would have looked very unbothered, as usual, but Steven could tell he was very cautious and alert. Weirdly, this made Steven relax because he was not alone in this situation but also a bit panicked. Jake was never not in control.

“Where are we, mate?”

“I thought you could explain that to me. This is your specialty.”

“What, boats?”

“Magical, other-worldly looking stuff. You love those stories, no?”

It did look like something out of an ancient book. Maybe he fell asleep while reading again. But something was off. He couldn’t put his finger on it but… He focused on the intricate designs, and the writings on the boat.

“Oh, hieroglyphs! These are hieroglyphs!”

“What do they say?”

“That we are on the Waters of Osiris!” he paused “But…”

“What?”

“This means we are sailing on the Nile River”

They looked around.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a busy place because it’s so famous. No one’s around here… And no buildings or anything.”

” …That-that’s…Because… I think we are dead.”

“What do you mean we are dead?”

“We are going to the afterlife. We must be in limbo now. You see, the underworld is divided into twelve hours of the night, each representing different challenges for distinguish good and bad. And after those here comes the Weighing of the Heart”

“Okay, that doesn’t explain why we are here. We were at that archaeology site for Marc’s job but shit went south and- “

“I remember a temple but cannot remember who it was dedicated to. Uhh, this is so frustrating my head hurts.”

“We need to find a way out.”

“And how do you suggest we do that? You said it the row-men don’t speak and I cannot see any other person here.”

“I’ll go look around, see if I can find anything.” Jake said, already moving.

“Hey- Wait for me!”

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Goofball Iolite Hospital and Dreamlight Valley Antics

why? Because I have been playing Dreamlight Valley while my shoulder recovers, and I made my character in that game Aluminum. So these silly scenarios of how my characters would act in Dreamlight Valley wriggled into my brain like worms.

TW: Brief mentions of Chronic Illness and Swearing

Aluminum, Dr. Cogsworth, Derek, Baxter, Maya and Johnny Doe would all probably share the same house, arguing with one another over who gets the bed until they can afford to buy enough for everyone. Well, Maya and Johnny would probably just stay to the sidelines, alongside Derek, because they are content to all snuggle up on the floor, mainly because Derek is like a pillow. Derek doesn't mind being a pillow. Aluminum would fistfight for the bed, though, and suffer because he needs complete silence and darkness to sleep, and Baxter snores up a storm. Dr. Cogsworth doesn't really care, being able to stay up all night as long as he is wound up, and Baxter sometimes wakes up to Cogsworth staring at him while he sleeps, only to hear him say something both random and concerning, like "Mickey is standing outside our door, again." This then causes Baxter to be unable to sleep for the rest of the night, due to an intense fear of Mickey Mouse.

The group would be absolutely feral compared to the rest of Dreamlight Valley. Aluminum would probably introduce himself to new villagers by saying something along the lines of "Hello! I'm Aluminum! I'm chronically ill!" Only for the other person to already feel overwhelmed by the over sharing. Dr. Cogsworth would feel naturally drawn to Wall-E, because they are both robots. Wall-E might feel a bit reminded of AUTO due to how Dr. Cogsworth tries to always go by systems and rules, while holding a cold outer shell, but might warm up depending on how their interactions go. Meanwhile, Baxter is flirting with the villains, both unaware and not caring that they are villains. Meanwhile, Maya keeps embarrassing him by acting like a goofball, with the intention of ruining his chances to protect him from said villains.

Johnny would hang out at Remy's, not ordering any food, and just bringing in piles of clay and eating them off of the fancy plates he has. He would also beg Derek and Dr. Cogsworth to buy him clothes from Scrooge so he can gnaw on them when stressed. The entire town is also concerned about Johnny's forgetfulness, thinking he might be more susceptible to the night thorns, only to calm down when it is explained that he has short-term memory loss and it isn't the night thorns. Derek would heavily enjoy farming all day, finding that it reminds him of his home world.

I can totally see Aluminum trying to farm, only for some random villager to walk through it on accident, causing him to suddenly burst out in anger. Like, Mother Gothel would walk on through his lettuce garden only to suddenly hear him screaming "YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU YOU LITTLE-" then it turns into a ten minute long tirade full of pure rage and curses. Derek would have to pick him up and take him inside, wrapping him in blankets and giving him something to chew on to release him stress.

Dr. Cogsworth would end up just marching into Remy's and giving him a long list of what each member of the group can and cannot eat, only to absolutely overwhelm him as he explains how Aluminum is allergic to a bunch of things, without knowing what exactly they are. It does give Remy an interesting challenge of trying to make safe to eat foods for them, though, as well as making a small bond between them as he teaches Dr. Cogsworth the safe recipes and asks for any feedback the others give on them. He even tries to remake the other foods on his menu to be safe, so they can enjoy them, too.

Baxter likes to hang out of the beach, trying to learn how to swim. He also likes to catch random fish and just... eat them raw, right after catching them, to the horror of those who happen to see him doing so. Ursula and Ariel would end up having to save him from drowning as he pushes himself too hard as he tries to teach himself to swim in an attempt to impress whoever he's decided to crush on that day. He'd then have to explain that, as a landshark, he doesn't actually know how to swim, but wants to learn how to do so to become closer with his shark ancestors.

Freaking Dr. Cogsworth learns that he has this weird, natural gift for dancing and playing music when he hangs out with Kristoff. The catch is, he can only play and dance waltzes. He can play Masquerade Suite Waltz by Khachaturian off the top of his head on any instrument, but ask him to play Mary had a Little Lamb and he is done for. Sometimes people will ask for him to play music in certain areas, like the beach or meadow, so they can hold little homemade ballroom dances.

Aluminum has to have someone to help guide him around whenever he has to wear clothes that don't have eyes on them. He does his best to draw them on, but sometimes he just doesn't have anything to draw on the clothes with. He gets pretty freaked out during those moments due to having a fear of blindness, which is natural for many of the Eyeless, but most everyone seems kind enough for him to feel relatively safe.

On the subject of clothes, everyone would be cross-dressing for the heck of it. Like, they don't care. Aluminum thinks he looks better in dresses, anyways, and Maya wants to be the "knight in shining armor! The mini Mulan! The cool tomboy who kicks evil's butt!" Baxter loves to wear makeup and finds that skirts are easier to wear when you have a tail, with Derek agreeing. Johnny likes to play pretend with Maya, playing the part of a prince who needs saving, while wearing pretty pink slip on shoes due to the fact that they feel comfortable and look nice. The most Dr. Cogsworth would so is wear a mixture of different gendered clothing depending on what he is doing, all while trying to stay modest and professional. Is it his turn to water the crops, but it is hot enough that his systems will overheat? A nice skirt with a button up shirt will do. Is it cold outside, but he needs to go to the forest and frosted heights to collect wood? Well, the only gloves he has are some sparkly pink ones, and he has to match his clothes to look presentable. Pink glittery, rose shirt with some warm black pants and winter boots. Meanwhile, Aluminum would be running around in crop tops, shorts, pretty princess dresses, high heels, and whatever he feels like because he is at the point where he just doesn't care. His clothes hardly match half of the time, too.

Maya would be running around, sometimes on all fours, making the most random of noises to shock people. A girl has to have fun somehow, and when the only games you know how to play are slinky hunting and chase laser you are going to have a peculiar sense of fun. Johnny joins in from time to time, chipping in on other games to play. He's the one who came up with their knight and prince games. She mainly sticks her tongue out and makes a "blep" noise, but she will randomly screech or growl to catch the villagers off guard for fun. When Baxter catches this, he picks her up and shouts at the top of his lungs "LOOK AT MY NIECE! WHAT AN AMAZING HUNTRESS SHE IS!" out of pure proud uncle energy.

#tales from the iolite hospital #my ocs are my babies #disney dreamlight valley #This was supposed to be a joke but I have gone too far #what have i created #Crack fic?

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awrldalone · 6 months

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1st November 2023, 12.27pm

Every time I sleep in my bed in Venice I am paralyzed by how unwelcoming the house is. What is supposed to be my room, my home, a place full of memories, where the walls are covered in pictures, the books are piled up to the ceiling and the shape of every chair is so familiar, is in reality so foreign, so alien to me. I should have never came back.

I had planned it perfectly. I broke my teeth. I thought I would come home for a few days, the weekend and a Monday. A day to rest, a day with M., who passed by for one night on the way back from Ljubljana, and a day for anything – to see old friends, to pass by my old high school and talk with the few teachers that remain, to walk alone, get a coffee at my favorite place in Strada Nuova.

Then, I would have taken three trains. I did not want to stay in Mestre for too long. But I broke my teeth, and only now I am on the train to Milan, which I caught by pure luck, pushing in the slow crowd to make space and force myself through.

I broke my teeth and that is not even the point. They are fixed now. Better than before, really. They're more regular, even the small gap between them is gone. I had grown to like it, but at times old insecurities come from the dark and stab you in the back. I broke my teeth and it could have not been a big deal. I broke my teeth and we could have joked about it, laughed about it. I walked into a window. The glass was too clear, my walk too fast. Nothing happened. I felt the hit, then my lips rested in the usual place and I felt the sharp edge of my chipped off tooth. I did not bleed. I barely felt it. My glasses did not break. I turned around and looked at my father. I looked to the ground. I said I might have broken my teeth and that I wanted to go home.

I wasn't rude about it, I remained calm as I walked to the car with my sister. My father said we would go to his house and have dinner together and I said no, I said no and that I wanted to go home, because I did not want to eat and because I wanted to stay in my room. And he said no, because he is a narcissist and because he is going to hell. I will too, but I am counting on him to let me know how it is down there.

He thought I was attacking him, he thought I was trying to hurt him. Am I crazy? He thought that the request of his son, whose teeth just shattered, was either unreasonable or a calculated attempt to make him pay. And since I come off as quite the reasonable person, outside of these writings, he made it all about himself. He feels guilty for having left and he says he is not in the same breath. He says he did nothing to my sister and me and he owes us nothing because he did not hurt us, he hurt our mother. But it is so clear he knows he did wrong. I told him I was not going to eat his fucking pasta and that I wanted to go to my house.

We yelled. We argued. He is going to hell and so am I. My sister started crying and he said it was all my fault. I am so worried about her. She wouldn't stop crying. She is also a narcissist but it's all because she needs the attention that is not given to her. Children are flowers and attention is water. Adults are trees and they should make due with rain and the wetness of the ground.

I broke my teeth and my father made it all about himself. I broke my teeth and my sister made it all about herself. I do not blame her. We got home and I passed my tongue on my jagged teeth. I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down, because my sister was crying and if I do not calm down she never will. I cannot comfort her if I am crying. I cannot tell her not to be angry if I only see red. I rubbed her back and told her it was okay, that the teeth were not a big deal and that it was going to be okay and that I was going to make dinner.

She stopped crying so loudly, so helplessly, and some quiet tears wet her bedding. I told her not to worry, that I was going to make dinner and that the day after I would call the dentist.

I went to the kitchen and started preparing a risotto. I mindlessly made the recipe for four people, because we were three and it's easier to reason by two, and then my father left a few minutes before my mother arrived, with my sister sitting on the floor, the pot on the stove and me looking at the grains of rice turning translucent, stopping the tears at every breath.

The door opened and my mother entered. I could write a three acts drama on Saturday night. My father entered a few minutes later. We argued again, I told him things, true things, mean things. I can be poisonous but I never lie.

I told him he needed to stop making everything about himself, because he's fifty six and not fifteen, because the world does not revolve around him and if his son breaks his teeth it is not so crazy that he wants to be alone.

He does not accept the world alone. He is very lonely. He things alone includes family. He is not family anymore and he expects to be. Every time I say I want to be alone he cannot understand that he is not included in that space, that no one is: it is impossible to him for a father not to be included in his children's private sphere. But he did it all to himself, and so I told him he needs to get over himself and the his actions have repercussions.

My mother kicked him out. She is also awful. Last year I created this image of her out of thin air. I needed her and I created a little holy picture of her to hold in my pocket, in my wallet. This summer she wore the robes of an iconoclast. She reminded me of who she truly is. A hurt woman, but an awful woman too.

I cried so much. I cried so much I could not breathe. She told me I need to go to a mental hospital and I told her I could not just stop my studies like that. She told me I was crazy and I told her I was trying my best and she said I need to take things slower, that I try to do too much, that I am always moving, and I wanted to tell her I am always busy to keep myself alive. The only thing I could do was cry.

-c.

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The Remnant War

For decades, the Mistralian Wmpire had been a powerful influence in Remnant. The Emperor and Empress have kept and maintained peace, stability, and order for the people of Mistral. But not everyone bowed to the emperor.

In the summer of this year, the Emperor Lie and his Empress are visiting the King of Vale, and are treated most graciously by their neighbor. That is, until the Emperor wanders through Vale, alone, where assassins await him, and what will come.

POP! BANG!

Two shots are fired, and Emperor Lie Ren is dead. Empress Nora cannot let this go unpunished, and the first declaration of war is made!

"Nora-!" King Arc pleaded, following her like an annoying bug. She turned to swat him.

"Empress!" She screeched, swinging her fist out in rage. "You will refer to me as Empress, and only as such!"

"Please, Empress," Queen Arc begged, making Nora question her decision, "I understand your grief-!"

"Do you?!" She pointed a baneful finger at King Arc. "Because I still see your husband is alive and well! Not murdered in the gutter like... Like..." She continued walking.

The Emperor meant everything to Mistral and her people. Nora knew the death of her Ren would not go unpunished. Not while she was Empress. Before his rise to Mistral's ruling, he owned a tea shop outside of his grandfather's domain. He was only hated by scoundrels who refused to pay him. This would be no different.

"Ren would want this, even if it means a war with all of Remnant itself." She looked upon her husband's corpse in one of the many rooms of the castle. He would be buried with his ancestors in the palace, and she would become the first Empress to rule alone. She heard footsteps and turned to them. With red and puffy eyes, she hissed. "Don't you have a war to fight?"

Elsewhere, in Vale, a voice hisses in the darkness. His eyes glow amber in the shadow-filled alley. He tries his best to withhold his cackling, barely managing to keep it down. Soon, a massacre would begin, and his Goddess would lavish him with praises. Tyrian Callows couldn't wait.

Chaos and shockwaves spread from Vale, causing a ripple across the globe. Atlas allies itself with Mistral in the name of justice, and Vacuo defends Vale to make it an even fight. Menagerie refuses to side with anyone in the coming bloodbath.

Threats and pleas are exchanged between all kingdoms. The Atlesian Czarina tries to calm the Empress from turning her own kingdom into the villain of this story, killing hundreds, if not thousands of innocent lives to sate her thirst for vengeance.

But it is all in vain. The situation spirals out of their control as legions of countryman demand blood for blood. War is inevitable.

"Please, you don't have to do this!" Cried a Valian father as his Mistralian wife and children cower behind him. A dresser flies out of a window, smashing next him. His family huddles harder. "We've done nothing wrong!"

"Tell that to the Emperor, Valian dog." The landlord spat.

"Do you think there are any cuties in Vale?" A Vacuan mercenary asked as their general was preparing for his speech.

"I hope so," his comrade said with a drooling expression, "since we're helping them out of a jam, I expect some honey!" The two share a lecherous laugh.

"Father, please!" A boy in Menagerie cried as his father held him. They were standing on the pier as a ship prepared to sail for Vale. "Don't leave me!"

"I'm sorry, my son," he said with a tear in his eye, "but I cannot stand with my kingdom's decision to ignore an old friend in need." He removed his white mask and placed it over his son's eyes. "No tears, Adam. You need to be strong for your mother."

"Yes, I said place an embargo on all Vale shipments!" Jacques Schnee roared into the phone. "That means to and from! I don't expect another phone call!" He hung up with an agressed sigh. "And how fares with Mistral?"

"Quite well," Arthur Watts smiled, "we expect them to be purchasing everything from us in bulk."

"That's the first good news, yet. How do you do it, Arthur?"

"I simply know the right people with the right contacts." He took a sip from his tea. "And the wrong people with the right contacts as well."

The Mistral Advisor marched in front of the newest charge. "And you are not to leave the Empress alone, under any circumstance! She is greatly vulnerable at this time, and is certain to do something reckless. You will protect her at all costs. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Hazel Rainart grunted.

"Mother, please, come with me!" Emerald cried as she hugged the woman who raised her. "We can find a place for you in Vale. You can be safe!"

Emerald's mother shook her head. "You are still young, my diamond. Go. Go where you will be safe. Your employer has assured me. Yes, Miss Fall?"

Cinder Fall gave a soft smile. "Your daughter's safety will be my number one priority. I swear on my own mother's life."

"Now go, before the dawn rises, and know that I will always love you." Emerald didn't respond, but she didn't need to. Her tears were response enough.

It made Mercury sick to look at.

Jaune Arc shook his head as he stared at the war map. He couldn't believe what was happening. His best friend is murdered on his doorstep, and his other close friend declares war on his home. This was a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up.

He felt a clasp on his arm gripping the table. He saw Pyrrha smiling at him. It was a sad smile, but also comforting. Her eyes were red and puffy. He let go of the table and held her. She wept in his arms.

"I know." He said. "God help me, I know."

The battle in the frontlines begins before the first frost. Soldiers cross borders by land, sea, and air. Bullets and shells scream in rage. War has begun.

#rwby #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #tyrian callows #adam taurus #jacques schnee #arthur watts #hazel rainart #emerald sustrai #cinder fall #mercury black #sarajevo by sabaton #rwby au

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Iron God Chapter 28 [Haode]

CW: Mentions of abuse

Days without Dakko and Ido dragged on into weeks. Even so, Haode felt as if his old strength were returning. Whatever Sothyrion had done brought clarity to his mind, clarity that Haode had long lacked. Most of what carried him, though, was the fact he had defeated Channei. That Styzian filth was almost certainly dead now, or at the very least, suffering immensely.

It served Channei right, Haode thought. Anyone who thought they could tear his boys from his side and deny him his only hope deserved agony.

Haode had made it to the Wash with his head held high. He'd found Pileated Woodpecker and her children again. They had taken up refuge in the lodge of a young councilman named Staffen. Haode joined them there after passing himself off as another lost traveler. Now he and Peck sat at the upstairs window and watched the children play outside.

"Quite a snowball battle they've got going." Peck chuckled and took a sip of steaming tea. "Looks like Wren's winning."

Haode tried to smile. "Ido and Dakko used to play like that when they were smaller." He leaned back in his chair. "Nowadays, Dakko is usually in too much pain."

"He's the one who walks funny?" Peck asked. "Sorry. I only met them briefly."

"Mm-hm." Haode folded one leg over his lap. "Dakko gets ice crystals in his joints. His feet are all mangled, too. He gives himself frostbite. Poor boy's fighting for his life every day." He cast his eyes down. "Always in pain."

Peck gave him a grave look. "Why are you forcing him to go on, then?"

Haode shifted in his chair. "Because it's what he wants."

"When we get your boys back," said Peck, "Dakko needs an end to his misery. It's not fair to him or to Ido to prolong his suffering any longer."

Haode glowered. "You have no right to be talking about Dakko like he's some sick dog."

The woman set her cup down. "All I'm saying is..."

"Imagine if he were your child," he interrupted. "Then you wouldn't even consider it, would you?"

"I suppose you have a point." Peck stretched her arms. Then the children started yelling outside. "Bah, what's their problem now? If you'll excuse me, I'll be back."

Haode watched her leave the room and felt slight relief at being left alone. He let out his breath in a long sigh and let his eyes close for a moment. Right as he started to relax, though, the back of his neck itched. When he scratched it, it intensified to pins and needles that crawled down to his shoulders.

Irritated, Haode opened his eyes. Then he had to cover his mouth with both hands to stop himself from screaming. He was back in that dark room with the lantern. With Xigon staring down at him.

Haode bared his teeth. "What in freezing hell are you doing here?"

Xigon's eyebrows rose. He looked around and blinked a few times, as if trying to wake from a dream. "Why do I keep seeing you when I sleep?" The tall man crouched in front of Haode. "You seem to be in less pain, at least."

"I'm cured." Haode straightened. "Sothyrion cured me."

Xigon shook his head. "Sothyrion's blessing is only temporary, I'm afraid." He gave Haode a grave look. "I can only hope it will last as long as you live."

"Bold of you to assume I'll be dying anytime soon." Haode's voice cracked mid-sentence. His heart was beating faster. He swallowed hard. "Remember what happened to Channei when she thought she could cross me?"

Xigon gave a calm, cold nod. "Channei is recovering, but you nearly killing her is what solidified my decision. Should we ever cross paths, I cannot allow you to live."

Haode stiffened. Shivers ripped through him. Fear and pain returned with a cruel vengeance. Visions of every possible horrific end cycled through his mind. He was so terrified all of a sudden that he couldn't move or make a sound.

Then Xigon caught his arm. His enemy's touch was deeply soothing, even if they were not truly touching. Were they? He couldn't understand what was happening. The alarm in his mind disintegrated as his head seemed to fill with cold sand.

"How fascinating." Xigon ran his hand along Haode's quivering wasted muscles, draining the tension from him. "My touch still seems to work here. Do you feel calmer?"

Haode gave a shaky nod. What scared him the most was how he didn't feel afraid.

"Good." Xigon's tone softened. "Contrary to what you might believe, Haode, I don't wish you any suffering." His fingers dug into Haode's arm ever so slightly, but enough to make him flinch. "With that being said, I also don't want you alive."

A deep chill spiked through Haode. Then he blinked and he was back in the room where Pileated Woodpecker had left him a moment ago. Nothing in the room had changed. Xigon wasn't there, and judging from the fact that Peck was outside with the children, and it was still daylight, not much time could have passed.

He heard someone downstairs, though. The young councilman had come home and was talking to someone at the door, from the sound of it. Haode didn't recognize the other voice. Still, he cupped a hand around his ear and tried to eavesdrop.

"...sorry if it's a bad time." He caught an unfamiliar woman's voice. "Our masters said it's important."

"I'm sure it is, then." Staffen sounded out of breath. "Thank you, Lalek. Is that all?"

"Yes. Again, sorry for interrupting your meeting. I'll be on my way."

Haode heard the door close. Then another man spoke up. "Another letter from Styzia? What's it about this time?"

Haode got up from his chair and crept toward the stairs.

"Says they're planning for Kolo's second ascension ceremony next full moon." The floor creaked with Staffen's footsteps as he paced. "Channei was attacked by an outsider Ferash Therall, but she's recovering. Be on the lookout for a man called Haode. They attached Channei's sketch of him."

Haode covered his mouth and tried not to react in a way anyone could hear.

"Also, they say they've taken two boys into custody for safety reasons. Ido and Dakko. Dakko has an affliction that will likely prove lethal, so they intend to..."

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Haode stormed down the stairs. "They intend to do what?!"

Everyone in the room turned to stare at him.

"Hm. It seems they left something rather important out of that letter," Haode growled. "Dakko and Ido are my children. The only reason I targeted their little shapeshifting vermin is because she kidnapped them."

Staffen looked at the letter, then at everyone else, then at Haode. "Why would she...?"

"Why would she abduct them?" Haode had a sudden urge to laugh. "Don't you know? It's what they do. Capture the young ones and manipulate them into obedient little weapons."

Staffen looked troubled. He glanced at an older woman sitting across the room. "Do they really do that?"

"Thought you knew, Staffen." She crossed her legs and chuckled. "It's unfortunate, but it's how it is. Just like we can't have meat without killing animals."

A few others nodded in agreement. Staffen looked down and clenched his jaw.

"You'd do best not to question it too much," said the woman. "Don't think too hard about it. It'll eat you up."

Haode stepped into the middle of the room. "Right. Because you all have the privilege of turning a blind eye to blatant cruelty."

"You shouldn't even be at this meeting," someone grumbled. "Get out."

"Hold on." Staffen raised his hand. "Let's hear what he has to say."

"Imagine if they were your children." Haode clenched his hands into fists. "If your children were born with the Iron God's gift, does that give Styzia any right to take them from you?"

"They're not our children, though," someone interrupted.

"Oh, but who's to say yours aren't next?" Haode shot him a glare. "I doubt Kolo ran happily into their arms. I know for a fact that my boys didn't. It's not a fate anyone deserves. But by all means, keep looking the other way." He paced back and forth. "Pay no attention to the stolen lives. After all, you're not the ones suffering. Maybe you even profit from it."

"Look." The woman stood up. "Even if we did object to it, we don't stand a chance against them. They're too powerful."

"There are only...what, ten of them? If even that many." Haode pointed out. "They're only powerful because you make them so."

"Would you fight them, then?" she snapped.

Haode swallowed hard and pushed his fear down. "I don't have the luxury of standing by and doing nothing." He looked up. "You won't either. Not forever. So, will you help me, or will you keep turning the other cheek to their atrocities?" He took a deep breath. "You decide. But don't lose sight of what's at stake here."

He swore to himself that even if none of them lent their support, he would pull Dakko and Ido from those monsters' clutches no matter what it took. Kolo too, if he could. Haode could only hope he had time to fight before his fear devoured him again.

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that-fandom-godess · 8 months

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A Russian Rose

Chapitre Un

I would be glad that I wasn't robbed, kidnaped, or murdered, but those would all be better than what I was running away from – especially as a half-dressed woman running down the city streets at night. They just took it too far tonight.

I should have realized where I was going and that where I sought shelter was more feared around Paris that even homeless and criminals wouldn't dream of stepping foot there. Yet here I am, just outside the abandoned Palace Garnier; cold, scared, and in a panicked state of mind. I rush up the front steps and barely have to touch the door for it to move. As I can finally stop and be able to calm down, I realize exactly where I am. I make up my mind that whatever is here is better than going back home.

As I travel further into the old opera house, the quieter everything becomes until there is nothing but my footsteps being heard. I can make out the grand staircase and make my way up it, admiring the marble under my feet. My eyes fall to the doorway leading to the house seats and make my way in there. I walk to the first row of seats still in decent shape and sit down.

I slid off my evening robe and inspected my arms, noticing dark marks starting to appear. Even without light, I can make out a handprint on my forearm. I start crying and slide my nightgown up to my thigh to reveal more marks. If I wasn't alone, this would be a highly inappropriate act. I have to calm myself down in order to find a mirror to inspect myself better. A candle would also help. I cover my face with my hands and sob against my will.

A loud clatter brings me back to the reality of where I am. I jump up and hastily cover myself up with my robe while trying to wipe away tears so I can see better. "Who's there?" I ask with more fear than I wanted. I hear footsteps circling me, but I can't see who they belong to. All of a sudden there is something around my neck and it becomes tight.

"Tell me why you deserve to live." A low masculine voice says right next to my ear.

This wouldn't be the worst way to go, and it seems better than going back to my house. The line around my neck tightens. "I can't tell you." It's true, I can't.

"Why?" He sounds so far away now.

"I can't tell you because I- "I got so choked up with sobs that I can't answer. Whatever was around my neck disappears and I fall to the ground, a sobbing mess. I wish that whoever was there would leave me alone to cry.

That's not what happened next though. "Get up." He demanded. I stood and my knees buckled under my sudden weight. A strong hand grabbed me under my arms before I fell.

"Thank you." I said automatically. I am finally able to stand on my own and the hands disappear.

They reappear around my neck as I'm pinned to a crumbling support beam. I am so close to my attacker, and yet I cannot see his face or figure at all. "Why do you want to die?" He asked, sounding less intimidating.

I am still too caught up in my own tears though that I couldn't answer. His hands don't become looser, but they also don't tighten. "I-I ca-a-n't tell." I manage to choke out. No one can know what happens behind closed doors in my house. Not even my killer.

"Why not?" He asks gently while loosening his grip. I slide down to the floor and continue to sob. I must look so pathetic, but I still can't answer. "Who are you so afraid of that you would seek shelter in the devil's domain?"

I shake my head, not wanting to answer. "I-" I let out a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. "I can't." A leather hand grabs my chin gently and lifts my head up. I turn my head the side, not wanting to make eye contact with whoever was there. I am so exhausted my eyes are starting to become heavy. The hand leaves my face and I'm hoping whoever was there would just leave. I feel two arms come under me and pick me up off the ground.

I try and fight. "Relax." He says firmly. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's not always safe out here." I finally relax, not because I trust him, but because I am so exhausted. I try to keep my eyes open, but it is becoming so hard. Finally, I give in to sleep, not worrying where I'm going next.

#erik the phantom #erik destler #phantom of the opera #anastasia #nadir khan #dargoa

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