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avoxrising · 5 months

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The Feral One • Chapter 7

Finnick x Y/N

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Trying to balance good writing with getting out chapters quickly so bare with me!

Content warnings - violence and death, cursing

“It’s a clock!” Katniss exclaims. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Katniss explains to the group how the arena works, making you realize that you running into the tribute during the lightning was just a coincidence, and the lightning didn’t always mean danger.

The group decides to go to the cornucopia to survey the arena and test their theory. You would like to grab a weapon but you don’t know if that’s allowed. Katniss already confiscated the arrow she shot you with so all you have is a weak arm and an injured arm.

Finnick walks between you and Peeta, with Katniss behind him. You really need to earn her trust back if you’re going to stay with the group, although, you don’t know how much she trusted you to begin with.

Katniss and Peeta warily eye you as you look through the weapons, trying to find a knife or two. Too many large weapons will just slow you down. You’d rather just have a few knives on you.

“She’s fine,” you hear Finnick tell the pair. “It’s safer for us that she is armed in case we get attacked. She’s already told me she doesn’t want to kill you so I doubt she’ll throw any knives your way. She knows the difference between doing damage in a fight and killing. Just give her space and don’t act so on edge around her. She’s doing her best.”

Katniss lowers her bow but doesn’t make any move to distance herself from you. It seems like the guarding followed you from the capital to the arena.

The group sits down as Peeta draws a map of the arena. Wiress goes down to the water to clean off some wire Beetee got that you assume is for his big smart plan.

“Did you see anything where you went?” Finnick asks you. You shake your head and just point at the lightning Peeta drew on the map.

“Just lightning?” he confirms and you nod your head. Looking at the map, you’re glad you only ended up with lightning. The rest of the jungle looks terrifying.

The group begins chatting about birds in mines when you hear a sudden gasp. You all turn to see Gloss slitting Wiress’ throat. If the capital wanted you to act feral, they were about to get a show.

It happened so fast. Katniss shot Gloss before Johanna threw an axe into Cashmere, killing her instantly. You noticed Brutus and Enobaria going for Finnick and Katniss but you were too far away to stop the knife Enobaria threw from sinking into Finnick thigh. She’s dead.

You charge at her, screaming like a wild animal. She seems ready for your attack, however, and positions herself for your oncoming blow. You collide with her, sending both of you to the ground.

There’s no time to reach for the blade tucked into your belt. You claw at her face, drawing blood, as she attempts to push you off her. She’s successful in rolling the two of you over, putting herself on top. You go to grab for a knife when her teeth sink into your wrist, shooting pain through your whole body. It’s a shock she didn’t bite your whole hand off.

That’s when the cornucopia starts spinning. Enobaria leaps off of you and tries her best to escape with Brutus while the rest of the group is caught off guard by the movement. You clutch onto the rocks with your good arm but you can feel yourself slipping.

Katniss falls off the same time you do, sending both of you into the water. Even with your bad arm, you’re still a better swimmer, so when the water calms you’re able to orient yourself.

You spot Katniss struggling to find the surface a few yards away from you, so you dive back under and swim to her. Bracing yourself for human contact, you grab her arm and start propelling her to the surface. It takes her a second to realize you’re helping, especially with the amount of blood you’re releasing into the water, but she swims with you till you reach air again.

Peeta helps her out of the water, checking to make sure she’s ok. You do your best to pull yourself up but you’re in too much pain. Finnick takes notice and grabs onto you, yanking you onto the rocks.

He doesn’t even have to say what you’re thinking. The bite looks bad. It’s hard to tell if Enobaria punctured the vein in your wrist but you think she did due to the amount it’s bleeding.

“Johanna,” Finnick calls. “Do we have any bandages left?”

“Nope,” she shouts. “The only ones we had went to Volts.”

“Shit,” he mutters, trying to figure out what to do. He uses your knife to cut the arm off your wetsuit, apologizing that he had to cut yours as his was destroyed by the fog. He wraps the fabric tightly around your wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.

“This should work until we can get some sponsors to send us something better,” he states. You shake your head at him. Sponsors wouldn’t send you anything. You were on your own.

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forthevillains · 1 month

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Sacred beings (pt.1)

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader

Summary: She was a creation of his, supposed to have died during the difficult process, she was labeled as dead, but she managed to escape and now he's the one to hunt her down...

[before you read I’d like to inform you that this fanfic is going to have up to 30 parts. It’s not based on the main storyline of Resident evil so please don’t get mad after reading this, I warned you beforehand. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you would want more!]

It was late in the evening in the headquarters of Umbrella corporation. The scientists have been switching their positions, some leaving for the day and others coming to take over their place for the night, yet the number has visibly lessened. There were a few that refused to leave most of the time, but those are the fools that sold their souls for the experiments that'd make every normal human's stomach twist in disgust.

Y/N, the one who's been stripped off her name, who already forgot who she's been before being dragged to this hell of a place, before all she could hear were her own screams of agony followed by a terrifying echo in the hallway. She was special. She was labeled as fragile goods, meant to be tested carefully, by the best of the best and only most trusted scientists were allowed to break inside her comfort space to observe her, like an exotic animal locked in a cage. The fact that she's been there for so long alone made her special, the fact that she survived most cruel experiments, until one...

"Test subject 087 has escaped!" The voice is nothing but a mere echo through the empty hallways, all painted in cold colors to match the laboratory interior. There were guns, many of them, as heavily armored men have entered. "Close all the exits, no one is allowed to leave the building." The voice continues, it's emotionless, calm, too much for any human being. As the speakers tremble with each word, the employees make sure to obey, staying in the same positions they've been in. Of course, they wouldn't want to get into any trouble, knowing how cruel Umbrella's politics can be.

The young woman, in her late twenties, was sneaking around the place, hiding behind every other corner in hopes that the exit is close. This was either run or die situation, there was nothing else she could do, although her weakened body tried to resist every single move she made. There were no shoes covering her bare feet and each step onto the cold floor sent shivers down her spine. She moved quickly and quietly, like a fox even though her head was spinning and her vision blurry. The cameras in every corner were obvious, so she only made sure to hide her face in high hopes of them not recognizing her. She barely had a few minutes to disappear before they run at her with guns and shields to get rid off another thing they created. No, she couldn't let it be that way. She wanted to live, she craved it, the feeling of being alive, free.

In one room, where a man named Oswell Earl Spencer has been occupied by the newest reports made by his subordinates until now, was already a plan to be made. He's been a clever man, that is for sure, determined to reach his goals at all cost, no matter the losses nor pain caused to the innocent.

"Send for him," he'd order one of the guards. He didn't even need to say the name out loud, it was his obvious favorite, his greatest creation that was capable of handling such a situation. "He's responsible for her. Tell him to catch her." He adds, tapping a finger on the surface of his desk impatiently. He jerks his head towards the door, to make the other man hurry and make the order clear. A dead meat has escaped, an experiment that was supposed to be far from alive, on the other side even. Yes, she was pronounced dead just early this morning and yet, when the sun came down and the darkness took over the world, that's when she seemed to have been resurrected and miraculously brought back to life. It was one of the very few failures of the feared and respected Albert Wesker, the one who was infected himself and who was supposed to make that woman the same, perhaps even better, however he was almost sure of that she would not survive the virus, not when it wasn't fully developed, he thought that when he saw her in the morning, it was the last time. He's seen her take her last breath, seen her eyes wide open with nothing but emptiness in them, not even the fear she used to possess was there. The virus didn't even create a 'superior' form of her body, no changes to be seen at all. It was just... nothing. The devastating truth hit him like a bus, he was not meant to disappoint again... His failure was something that enraged him, way more than the life that was lost. He's the best of the best, so why did he fail again? He spent the rest of the day turning his usually peaceful office upside down, searching for any type of clue on what he did wrong. But now that she's disappeared, there's hope, there's hope that she might be a worthy person, someone in whom lies the future as much as in him.

Wesker is quick to jump to his feet when he hears the order, his eyes widening in hope. He's going to find her... He's going to hunt her down and bring her back, no matter what...

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captain-mj · 7 months

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Hey, not op for this ask. But what about a part 2 the alien thing?

Maybe they run that experiment to see how long soap can go? Maybe using "instruments" to test reactions to different sensations or sensory input?

I love your work, you've introduced me to so many different pairing, and the range for the au's are *chefs kisses*

Oh I can definitely do that! So many people have asked and I'm so glad they liked my little alien thing!

Part 1

Ghost didn't let them out of bed. He kept dragging them back and tucking back into the sheets. It was only when the time hit for breakfast being served that he relaxed his grip on them.

Roach quickly got up and got dressed, gently scolding Ghost for being so cuddly. He kissed his forehead and pulled his mask up. Ghost's tail lashed and he hugged Soap a little tighter to his chest.

Soap seemed fine with it, twisting in his arms and pressed his face into Ghost's neck. He hugged him for a moment before they both pulled away.

They got dressed and went about their day normally. Bumping into each other and sharing glances.

Ghost did delete the footage of him carrying them out. He also found himself waiting for the night with an almost obsession. Soap was deliciously soft. Roach was amazing and he made his head spin with want to be near, but Roach didn't see him the same way and... maybe Soap could.

Especially if he showed him how good of a mate he could be.

Ghost was sure Roach would be thrilled to observe their mating customs.

So that night, he brought Soap food for dinner, watching him closely. Soap had brought both of them bracelets made of little intertwined vines. Ghost could see where the flowers had been stripped from his so the vines could be tied tighter. The knot had been twisted and turned to blend it into the bracelet, giving it the look of an infinite braid. He was dazzled by the craftmanship.

Roach gasped softly at it, his eyes full of stars. Ghost hated that his heart jerked a little. Both of them were just too damn pretty and it got on his nerves that he could just have both of them.

After his species had branched out, harems were actually normal. At least, in the beginning. He remembered seeing a friend of his grab up a few creatures from a planet they had raided and spend months courting them. Ghost had thought it was pathetic at the time. Seeing someone he knew as strong and powerful padding after these scared creatures. Only one of them ended up accepting his offer and the others were "Sent home". Even though his friend put them on a ship to their home world, Ghost doubted they ever made it.

Unmated prey animals on a ship? They were probably eaten in minutes.

He imagined if Soap had been one of them. Ghost would've probably courted him too. Followed him around like a shadow and gave him food, begged for his attention.

Exactly like he was doing now.

Ghost sighed and Roach noticed. "Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." He said, touched the bracelet again. "I really like it, Soap."

Soap smiled at him, ears perking up. "Thank you. I heard humans have a ritual called friendship bracelets."

"Yes, it's mostly done by the juveniles of our species, but I really like it." Roach traced one of the vines, looking enraptured.

After dinner, Roach tried to get them to his lab. "Soap, can I run a few more tests on you?”

Ghost could smell the spike in hormones and see the way his spine straightened and his tail twitched.

"Yes, sir."

"Undress. I'm curious, about how many times can you finish before you can't anymore?"

Soap undressed himself, shy and blushing. It didn't match his normal demeanor but it looked nice. Once all of his clothes were neatly folded, his anxiety and arousal sky high, did he finally answer the question. "I don't know."

Roach smiled at him. "Do you want to find out?"

Soap whimpered.

They tied him up and gave him a safe word "Friday" to say if it hurt or got to be too much. Ghost couldn't help himself and happily took advantage of the situation to litter his neck in bites. Giant ones that would take forever to heal and looked pretty. He did all of this while Roach checked to see how a "vibrator", Ghost thought of it as the cursed object, made Soap react.

The wail it got from him and the thrashing pleased Roach. He wrote down the results as he trailed it up and down Soap's cock, making a line to signify that Soap just came.

Soap strained against his binds and looked at Ghost with giant baby blues. "Can you kiss me like yesterday?"

Ghost almost smashed their lips together in his haste. He licked into his mouth to claim every bit. Each time Soap came, Roach would let off a symphony of praise that had Soap almost shaking out of his skin.

The buzzing did not stop but it did move and Soap sobbed once it was inside his body. He was so sensitive there and the vibrator didn't care.

Ghost ran his claws over Soap's tummy, watching him jerk and then press up into him, almost cutting himself. He noticed little markings around Soap's hips. He put his hands over them and realized they were bruises from last night.

Roach tapped Soap's thigh. "Darling, can you do anymore?" Big brown eyes. He kissed Soap's stomach, ignoring the mess.

Soap trembled and nodded. "I can, it's just not quite enough."

Ghost pressed the bruises and watched Soap come all over Roach's face. Roach laughed and wiped it off, only to run his tongue over it. He noticed Ghost staring and shrugged.

"He tastes sweet."

Ghost's tail lashed side to side as he watched. He snatched Roach up and bent him over next to Soap. The surprised look on his face was all the warning he needed and he quickly put his hand over the back of his neck so he wouldn't wiggle away. He expected a little pushback, but Roach just grabbed Soap and arched his back.

Ghost yanked his pants down and noticed he was already slicked up. Roach wouldn't meet his eye, too red and embarrassed. He buried his hand in Roach's hair and pushed in.

Tight.

Hot.

Human.

It was all Ghost could think of as he fucked Roach. He kept an eye on Soap, not wanting to neglect either of them.

Hopefully Roach was keeping count though because Ghost wasn't.

Ghost kept the pace rough and fast, using Roach like a toy. His hand moved from his hair to his throat and he tightened his grip when he was fully in so Roach would tighten out of panic.

"Good boy. Both of you doing so well." Ghost cooed and he reveled in the mix of sobs and whimpers he got.

Roach came while sobbing into Soap's chest. The only thing that kept him up was Ghost's hands.

Soap shakily said "Friday" and Ghost quickly took the cursed object out of him. He twitched and moaned in relief, looking ruined but a lot more lucid than yesterday. Ghost tightened his grip on Roach more and propped him up more.

"So powerful and scary and smart until you're the one getting railed huh?" Ghost purred. "You see, Soap, that's the thing about Roach. A firm hand and he melts."

Roach struggled, probably planning on protesting those claims, but Ghost hit just the right spot and the thoughts left his head. He couldn't hide his face anywhere, forced to let both of them see him. It was hard to feel shame when Soap was looking at him like that. Roach reached his limit right as Ghost came in him. He let him finish before tapping him, signifying he couldn't take it anymore.

Ghost scooped them both up and took them to his quarters with much less complaints this time. They washed up and laid in bed.

"You okay, Johnny?" Ghost asked. Roach was still floating, so he left him alone for now.

Soap hummed. "I don't think the experiment was very effective. I think it's better with you and Roach. More intense." He smiled at Ghost, looking him dead in the eyes. They both realized it at the same time and Soap went to turn away, but Ghost grabbed his chin and made him keep looking.

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"Do you want to be mates?"

"What??"

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the--rebel--fae · 3 months

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Twisted Wonderland Boyfriend Scenarios! ~

Part one: How you met

Note: Reader is not Yuu

Fem Reader x Housewardens

Riddle Rosehearts

You were in the library trying to find a textbook you could use to study for Professor Trein's up coming test on the history of Twisted Wonderland, when you met him.

Well...met would be putting it lightly. If you could call teetering on a rather tall ladder to get the textbook on the top shelf, then slipping off said ladder and landing on a poor unsuspecting redhead that so happened to enter the isle at the same time you fell 'meeting'.

"Whoa, look out!" You try to warn the redheaded boy below you, but it was too late. You were already crashing down on top of him with a weak groan.

Once your head stopped spinning, you immediately rolled off of him and got to your feet. Wincing slightly at the sharp pierce of pain that ripped through your ankle.

"I am so sorry! I didn't know that ladder would give way. The darn thing was supposed to be sturdier." You said, as you finally looked at the redhead you landed on.

He had really pretty grey eyes that shone with intelligence, soft princely features, and a red arm band. He was from Heartslybul then. Though, looks aside, he seemed quite disgruntled almost borderline angry.

You cringed and bowed your head apologetically. "I am so sorry again. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

The boy lets out a sigh and fixed his uniform. His anger looked like it was fading to a mild irritation. Thank the Seven.

"If it was pure carelessness, you'd be collared from a blatant disregard of the Queen of Hearts rule of being more wary of one's surroundings. Plus it's just common sense really. But," he looked at the fallen ladder. "That ladder clearly has a loose leg. So it was not your fault."

Then, as he met your gaze, it seemed at least for a second, a blush tinted his cheeks. He cleared his throat and spoke up again. "You are welcome to come by tomorrow after class for tea if you'd like."

You smiled at him and nodded. "I'd like that a lot." You move to pick up your fallen textbook. "Well, I best be going, lots of studying to do." You said with an awkward smile.

The boy nodded and smiled as well. "Studying is always good. Have a good day." He then turned and started walking away.

You held your textbook to chest and let out a chuckle. But before you turned to leave, you called out to him. "Wait, I never got your name!"

He froze on the spot and pinched the bridge of his noseas he turned. "How could I forget one of the most important Queen of Hearts rules? One must always introduce themselves before starting a conversation with someone new. How careless of me. My name is Riddle Rosehearts. It is nice to meet you. "

You couldn't help the small giggle at Riddle’s dedication to the Queen's rules. He really was meant to be in Heartslybul. "Well Riddle, my name is (y/n). It is nice to meet you too."

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nuntears · 7 months

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day 5: cannibalism

“i spoil you too much” fox says, cutting through the silence, you were watching some animated show together, and his words came out of nowhere. you look at him, worried, worried that he’ll take the little he gives you, and give you even less. it’s hard, being with him like this, but you try to make the most of it.

“i’m sorry, i—” you say, the word spilling out instinctively as it always does when you think his mood will turn.

“no, no don’t be.” he cuts you off. “it just… it could be worse you know, but i care about you. there are terrible people out there, i would know. don’t you think i would know?” he asks, prompting you. and there’s never room for any other answer than the one he wants to hear.

“yes, you would.” you say, nodding. he’s made allusions, painted vague images of someone who apparently did much worse than him, you go back and forth between believing it. it depended on the day, on how much you hurt. today you were healing, bruises yellowing, stitches scabbing and itchy, you were bandaged and seen to. so right now, you believed it.

“i would,” he said in agreement, pulling you closer until you were practically on his lap. you try to relax immediately, to melt into him. it had taken some time but you knew he liked it better this way, when you were soft against him. never tensing under his touch, no matter how he touched you.

he turns away, eyes training on the tv again. you don’t know if he’s really watching it, but you turn to face it as well. he has an arm around you, his body reading relaxed, his clawed finger tracing light circles on your shoulder. but even with no indication that he’s upset with you, you can’t help but feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. is he thinking about it still? you think, was he just trying to make a point? you mind spins, and you lean your head against his. his moves hand there, as if on reflex, still looking forward. he pets your hair, soft, slow repetitive movements. you close your eyes for a moment, feeling his touch. sometimes you pretend this is normal, makes the days go by easier. you like to pretend until you can’t.

“are you hungry?” he murmurs, still stroking your hair.

“hm..” you start, giving yourself more time to think. you don’t know if this is some kind of test, if there’s a right answer. “only a little..” you settle on. trying not to sound too wanting, too spoilt.

“can’t have that, can we?” he says, getting up in an instant, causing you to almost fall over. he moves quickly towards the kitchen. you debate following. he didn’t really say what he wanted, and you hated having to assume. but before you can even decide he’s back and you perk up seeing him, holding the back of the couch as you watch him walk towards you, plate in hand. you can’t see what’s on it yet.

he sits down next to you, and that’s when you see it. your stomach drops. it’s a slab of raw meat, still wet with blood. you can’t help but look up at him, studying his smiling face, wondering if this was some kind of joke.

“go on then, eat.” he says, eyeing you back, a glint in his gaze, and you knew: despite his cheery tone, this wasn’t a question.

“w-what is it?” you ask, shifting a bit. looking everywhere but the plate.

“oh, this is from yesterday’s show.” he replies, his eyes lowering slightly. you swallow dryly. his show. he had said the fun he had with you inspired him to get back into it, and he does them regularly, at least once a week now. you can’t help the horror that crosses your face, and you know the game is up. you can’t pretend it doesn’t affect you, you’re scared again.

“it’s too much… i’m not that hungry.” you try, knowing it’s useless.

“aw pet,” he starts, before lifting the slab to his own mouth, sinking his teeth in and tearing off a chunk. you watch, unable to look away. he sticks out his tongue to slow you the piece there. he picks it off his lips gingerly, “open up, i’ll feed you.” he says sweetly, before placing it between his teeth and leaning towards you, waiting for you to close the distance. you try harder now to not let your disgust show. this is bad, this is really bad. if you don’t now, he’ll be angry. he’s even offering a smaller piece.

he grows impatient, leaning closer to you, the thing’s practically dripping. his face is against yours and you realize he’s breathing deeply, trying to keep himself calm. that never lasts long. it brushes against your lips, his eyes are half lidded as he watches you. you gingerly try to open your mouth, but the smell of it, metallic, causes you to shut it. you squeeze your eyes closed, your glass eye pressing harshly against the socket it sits in, and you try again. but you imagine the camera on some poor soul as fox cut them, screaming and writhing, and you can’t bring yourself do it.

“please don’t make me.” you whisper, shying away just a tiny bit. you know what this means, but you’ll take your punishment. you can’t live with yourself if you did, as small as the piece was, as little as he was asking of you.

“don’t be a brat now, c’mon. i want to see it. i want to see you eat it. don’t you want to be good for me?” he practically purrs, his words only slightly muffled as he speaks with the meat between his teeth. and you hate that you do, you do want to be good for him because the alternative is so much worse.

“i…” you start, trying to find some pitiful excuse, even though you know there’s none that could justify it him. the sound of the tv fills in the space as your words die in your mouth, it seemed so much louder now.

“don’t make me beg.” he whispers, but there’s a threat under his words. you stare at him, he presses the meat against your lips again and you try not to gag. suddenly, he drops the meat back onto the plate, and stares at you, his frowning face close to yours again. and you regret everything, you regret just not eating it, have half a mind to just grab the meat and shove it in your mouth to keep him from looking at you like that.

he places the plate on the table in front of the couch before turning to you again, his face unreadable. he grabs your wrist, standing, and you follow, hoping denying him will be worth it.

“fine, you don’t like the food i prepare for you. that’s okay.” he says, practically dragging you with how fast he was walking, and you realize too late where he’s taking you. he opens the door to the basement, and you try to dig your feet into the ground on reflex. you can’t go back down there. “maybe…” he continues, yanking on your arm at your resistance “you want something fresher.”

you’re crying now as he takes you down the stairs, you see the door to the recording room and you begin to panic.

“no, no, please, it’s fine i’ll eat it, i’ll—” you sob, but you cut yourself short as you pass it. where is he taking you?

and then you see it, the holding room. he opens the door, giving you no time to think and throws you in. you reach your arms in front of you to catch yourself. and when you lift your head up, you come face to face with a man. he’s curled into himself, shaking. you look down, bandages over a stump where his leg should be. the man isn’t looking at you though, he’s staring at fox behind you, with this burning hatred, with such disdain and resentment. if looks could kill fox would be dead on the floor.

“oh my god..” you breathe out. because you didn’t know this man was here, didn’t know he made it past the first show. you were living on top of someone. unaware. why didn’t you think someone was down here?

“what are you waiting for? you said you were hungry. now eat.” fox sneers from behind you, and you flinch, drawn out of your thoughts.

the man in front of you shakes his head at you, malice replaced with terror. you can’t help but see yourself in him. your tears wet your face and you shake your head too, there’s no way he can really be asking you to do this. there’s no way.

“i— i can’t,” you say with a weak sob. you look back at fox, hoping to reason with him. you’re crawling towards his feet, and he kneels down as you whimper, he palms your face and you lean into his touch, looking at him with the most pitiful look you can muster.

“you’re really testing my patience today.” he coos at you, but you hear the bite. “eat.” he states, simply, as if it was that easy. his claws dig into your cheek to drive the point home. you flinch, a soft sound of pain escaping you. fox pushes you away from him and the gesture makes your chest feel tight.

you know this is it. he won’t ask again, and you know if you argue anymore, it isn’t just you who could get hurt now. you turn again to the man, and he’s staring at you too, shaking his head still, whimpering.

you stand, unsteady, and slowly walk towards him. he shrinks away, kicking with his one leg until his back met the wall, his stump trying to gain purchase on the mattress he’s on and failing. he’s blubbering, sounds that don’t make words but you understand. you look at him, trying with your eye to explain in a look, i don’t want to do this, i would never do this. but he shakes all the same. it doesn’t matter that you don’t want to, because you will. and everyone in this room knows it.

you pick up his arm, and he thrashes and screams and it’s an awful sound, he tries to shove you away. and you see when his mouth was open that his tongue has been cut. you wince, fighting through it, moving on top of him, when he tries to push you again you grab the arm. “i’m sorry” you whisper, so quiet, so soft, but you hope he hears it.

then you bite down. he tries to get you off with his other hand, but you clamp onto him, teeth embedding in his flesh and he screams and screams and you start to sweat from it all. you bite harder, trying to pull, to no avail. you taste blood, though you know that’s not enough. you yank at the flesh. but you fall backwards, teeth sliding off his arm and colliding with each other. he manages to kick you away, and you relent, backing up. you look back at fox, desperately.

he sighs, shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. and you want to reel back at the sight. you don’t like disappointing him, don’t like what it means for you.

“get me a knife!” fox yells and his loud voice makes you jump. you wait a beat and a knife is slid under the food slot of the door by an unseen guard. he leans down and grasps it. both you and the man wait, unmoving. you don’t need to see the man next to you to know you both share the same fear at this moment.

fox only takes one step forward, beckoning you with a finger. you stumble up towards him, scared. unsure of what he’ll do now that you’ve failed him. you’re in front of him, but he beckons again, and you tremble, moving closer regardless.

“i’m not feeding you this time.” he sneers, shoving the knife against your chest, uncaring of where the blade pressed. and you begin to understand as you grasp it. fresh hot tears flow from your eyes. for the briefest moment you think about using the knife on him, but you know you won’t. he must know as well. you sniff. then you turn back to the man.

he’s blubbering again, loudly, cowering. all shaking and half broken.

you’ve sat there too. you’ve been scared too. but that’s not where you are now.

you move with more conviction this time. you want this to go by quickly, you want to do him the favor of not making it last. and you’re on him. you grasp his arm, stretching it taut, you ignore his cries, and you start to slice a small chunk from his shoulder. you have to saw at it a bit. he’s trying to push you off but you pull at his arm harder. it’s a piece he won’t miss too much, won’t even be able to see really, it’s a mercy. you’re granting him mercy. the slice is hanging off his skin and you let go of his arm and rip it the rest of the way. you hold the torn flesh in your fist.

and you’re off him. you face fox, knife in one hand, strip of flesh in the other, and you eat.

your face contorts at the taste, you want to gag but you don’t. it’s still warm. the blood gushes from your lips as you bite into it. you chew desperately. but it’s tough, doesn’t give, so you give up and swallow it whole. you gag again, you feel the bile bubbling up in your throat and the sound seems so loud, but you swallow it all again, willing it to stay down. fox watches you intently the whole time.

“open.” he orders, and you do. the only thing on your tongue is bubbles of blood and saliva. he makes a small noise of acknowledgement, then continues “don’t you want more? you’re not getting anything else tonight.” he warns, tilting his head at you, but seemingly satiated.

“no, i was only a little hungry” you reply quickly with a sniffle, your determination gone, only the sinking feeling of what you’ve done is left, weighing on you, crushing you.

“well then, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he laughs, bringing you into his arms and you melt into him. you don’t know when you started craving his praise, his validation, but it felt so good. he slips the knife out of your hand and you would’ve given it if he asked. you always do as he asks it seems, one way or another. the man behind you is groaning, has been in fact, but you’ve tuned it out. for a moment, it’s only you and fox, it’s all you’ll allow it to be.

but fox disturbs the moment too soon, pointing at the man “and you,” you hear, but can’t bare to face him, feeling shame as you realize how this must look, “i’ll have someone patch that, push the show a few more days out. you should be thankful.”

and before you know it, fox’s hold is on your back, guiding you out of the room. you know this is the last time you’ll see the man, so you look at him, taking him in. and he glares daggers at you, looking at you with the same contempt he looked at fox. and you can’t help it when the tears blur your vision again, you try with your face to let him know, you need him to know: you were him once.

the door shuts behind you and you hear the man trying to scream at you from the room. you lean further into fox, trying to hide from it, trying not to hear it.

fox begins to lead you upstairs and you sigh, relief filling you as you follow him away from this place. you want to live in this feeling, you want to pretend that this is the extent of it. all he does is touch you softly, pet you, feed you.

when he brings you upstairs, he sits you back on the couch. the man’s screams continue in your head but they’re duller now. you hope some part of him understands that that’s not who you are. your stomach churns still, upset with you, just as upset as the man was.

your eyes land on the tv, it’s playing something different, moved onto the next episode, the sounds are muffled to you, your gaze unfocused but looking ahead regardless. you don’t realize fox left you there until he’s back with a napkin, dabbing at the corners of your mouth. you can’t help but smile at the gesture and he does too.

“so spoilt.” he mutters, but it’s doting. when he’s done he gives you a kiss, gentle. his tongue brushes past your teeth and the taste is back in your mouth but you don’t mind it this time.

he’s right and you know it. and maybe that’s just what he was trying to prove. this really isn’t the worst. at the end of the day, you’re not the man in that room, you live upstairs, you have a bed, you can do what you like for the most part. fox isn’t the worst.

and he would know, wouldn’t he?

#ren hana/reader #the announcer/reader #boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #goretober 2023 #i LIED time isn't real i just wanna post this one cus it's been finished for soooo long and i luv ren sm ioawjeiogjawe #**#singing hymns

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘Buttons’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

SMUT cuz im a whore

MDNI BYEEEE

Tonight Stephen was left confused to say the least. So fucking confused.

It was another Stark party, another night of eventful scenes but yet Stephen felt so empty when he leaves them. This time it felt different.

This time he didn't just feel empty, he felt unfulfilled. Really unfulfilled to the point where he felt like a junkie withdrawing from heroin. It was pathetic and he was growing a poisonous annoyance with himself and most importantly…you.

Once Tony mentioned Seven Minutes in Heaven you instantly groaned and buried your head into your hands. A nervous twinge played at your heart strings and your chest felt heavy, like seven cinderblocks landed right onto you. Natasha was obviously revelling in your heat seeped cheeks as your back hit the couch and she nudged you aside to sit next to you. She was goading on Thor, Bucky and Steve hoping to give them enough liquid courage to try their luck with any one of the agents or even Wanda. Vision wouldn't be happy.

Stephen was here too.

You couldn't help but linger your gaze but from his view it looked like you were glaring at him. Your nerves were anything but soothed as Stephen sat down next to Tony and you thought that the devil's advocate on his shoulder whispering in Stephen's ear wouldn't help your case. You would drool onto his cock if he'd let you. You bit your lip and winced at your inner most desires, you hated feeling as helpless as you did when it came to him but you couldn't help it.

Stephen didn't care for the humdrum drone and buzzing of the noise around him or whatever bullshit Tony was spewing in his ear, his eyes wouldn't waver away from you. You were blushing like a teenager, your lips red and bitten from your incessant chewing and his eyes darkened when you he caught sights of your legs. Long and smooth, heel clad. Cute little dress, pretty hair, gleaming eyes...dear God perfect wasn't in the ballpark when it came to describing you. His mouth went dry as you locked eyes with him for a split second. Stephen was saved by the bell when Tony screamed.

'Everyone shut up, shut the fuck up!' Tony boomed and it instinctively made everyone quiet, he was obviously a bit tipsy but that only added to the novelty of it all.

‘Seven Seconds in Heaven. Broom closet. I want to test how much of a shitshow this can turn out to be.' He had a slight slur to his voice but you knew you wouldn't be able to squeak your way out of this debacle. Groans erupted in the air.

As Tony went around spinning the bottle on the coffee table, Stephen knew that he intentionally wanted him to be left last just to spite him. He prayed that the bottle would land on you, he prayed to the God that he didn't even believe in until he shook the thought out of his head. He didn't know why he felt like this.

As the stars twinkled outside and each couple spent their fleeting minutes going at it like animals or just simply talking to pass those damned 7 minutes. It was almost Stephen's turn and when Tony span the bottle for Steve, he beamed at the fact that it ended up on Sharon and not you.

Meaning that it was only you and him left.

You couldn't believe your dumb golden luck. You and Stephen. In a confined space, you were worried it would be awkward but ever since he flashed a small endearing smile it made you loosen up. Time passed you by as Nat and everyone else was talking about something that your ears phased out, all you could focus on was the adrenaline coursing through your veins and your heart murmuring. Excitement had never felt this potent before and you couldn't get enough. You snickered at Steve emerging out of the door with lipgloss smeared over his lips and a trail meandering down his neck, Sharon looked extremely pleased with herself. Excitement turned into fear as Tony shot you and Stephen a knowing look. You wanted to jump out of your skin and run away.

'Now, there's only two left. So it only make sen-' Tony gloated into his shot before Stephen cut him off and stood up. The whistling and cooing wasn't helping either of you, your flush was very prominent now.

'Alright, alright. Shut up.' Stephen groaned before ultimately extending a hand out to you. 'Should we..?' The gleam in his eye was playful, you felt your nerves starting to wear away as the flirty flutter of your eyes were all that he could see.

You took his hand and internally gushed at his gentleman like conduct, even though it was the opposite of what you craved from him in bed. You peeled the thought out of your mind. You were both friends, nothing but friends and you doubted that he really wanted you anyway. He was so difficult to read whereas you were an open book.

'We're not fucking.' You blurted, trying to save yourself from the upcoming embarassment.

'I wasn't expecting to.' He smirked through his laugh and it made your nose scrunch in response.

Stephen's palm was calloused against yours and so huge in comparison, he squeezed onto your hand tighter and it made your eyes widen a little as you both made your way out back to the broom closet. You felt his fingers loosen up against yours before he went to open the door. You let yourself in and he closed the door to engulf both of you in brisk darkness. You giggled as you took out your phone, flicked the torch as well as setting up the seven minute timer and placed it face up on one of the shelves so you could view the seconds ticking down.

You both paused before laughing at how absurd the entire situation is. It was so tight and cramped, if you leaned in your face would've found hospice on his shoulder.

‘Tony is going to be really disappointed with us.' You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. Stephen thought the dim light angled your face perfectly, your lips looked even more inviting like this.

'No it'll be me he's disappointed with, in his words he 'expects more from me' and I'm not holding up to his standards at the minute.' He replied lowly, eyes locked in an endless battle with yours. You noticed that his eyes flitted to your lips and it made a thrill course through you.

'You're perfect,' You breathed before immediately regreting the suggestive nature of your comment. Stephen raised an eyebrow. ''At your job.' You finished and saved yourself...barely. 'Strongest sorcerer in the world and all that jazz.' You gave him a laid back look, the kind of look where he didn't know what you were thinking.

"Yeah not too bad.' He glanced at his watch. '5 minutes.' He remarked.

'Must have women wanting to get into dusty old broom closets with you.’ You didn't even realise you were flirting with him, his blue eyes were brighter this way. They bore into you relentlessly and you could barely contain your shiver. Stephen laughed at your crudeness.

'Not really, first time for eveything. You're my first actually.' He admitted.

'First woman to bang or first woman to get remotely close to you in a broom closet.' You scrutinised and it made him let out a breathy chuckle at your brashness. You had a knack to stump him on every possible ground.

The latter.' Stephen clarified with a shit eating smirk, you wanted to ride him and fuck that smirk off of his face.

'3 minutes left and then I'm free.' You glanced at your phone.

'Free from me?' Stephen questioned without fully thinking about the reprecussions or the look he'd get from you in response, he tensed slightly

'The dusty broom closet, Stephen. And also from you. Seven minutes I'm wasting when I could be taking seven shots in half the time.’

'Give me double that time and maybe I'll give you more than what you want.' He offered slyly, as if he had his own agenda. It was tempting to say the least.

'No.’ You whispered as warning, trying not to let this position of yours inflate his ego even though your nerves were running rampant and your fingers were tremoring. He perked up at that little details. '1 and a half minutes.’

'Liar.' You stifled a gasp as he placed his hand ontop of yours to where your fingers were trembling, his eyes darted from feature to feature while you were focused on his lips. They were so dangerously close to yours, so inviting to the point where his shallow breath was fanning over your skin.

'45 seconds.' You replied, eyes half lidded and lust clouded.

Stephen's hand travelled up the length of your arm until it found home to the side of your face. Every touch made you flinch slightly in pleasure and he was enjoying the torture he was elliciting. His fingers brushed on top of your cheek and he felt the heat seep through it. Hands threading through your hair, you bit your lip at his action.

'20 seconds.' He whispered agaisnt your lips, ghosting over the plump flesh and it was just a small slice of heaven he wanted from you. The adrenaline was pumping you both and it was tangible.

You stayed still for a moment, tensing under the pleaure and pressure and you knew you were about to break under his thumb. Stephen waited for you to make the first move but you never did, he wasn't going to give into you that easily even though he wanted to...so badly.

‘5,4.' You smiled against his mouth and his eyes were floating closed, hoping for that long awaited kiss he needed from you.

'3,2.’

Your hand reached for the door handle and you smirked at the sweet revenge you were aiming to throw at him. Playing the long game was risky but you wanted the chase.

You're not that easy, he can charm his way into any woman's panties but not yours. Not like that. Not with a snap of his fingers.

'1.' You flicked your tongue and opened the door wide open, the alarm on your phone rang off and you leaned back away from him. Stephen sighed in embarrassment, he knew he got too caught up in the whirlwind of you but he was seething at your little plan.

'I'm not making it easy for you.' You clarified in a hushed tone and all he could do was exhale, watch you grab your phone and walk away

He was left in the dark broom closet like a dumbfounded idiot and it was all because of you.

0...

Stephen got home and he contemplated fucking you on the hard floor to teach you a lesson but he ultimatley decided against it. He wasn't sure when he'd see you again and he couldn't just call you right after you blueballsed him.

He planted himself on his regal bed and kicked up his feet; he was about to sleep this weird night off but thoughts of you kept him awake, your glowing skin and your hair, everything about you was just...immense. Stephen groaned into his arm and rubbed his tired, weary eyes. Until he was startled by his phone buzzing on his nightside table. He grasped it and answered. It was you.

'Y/N?'

'Portal me to you.' You demanded lowly over the phone.

'What?' Stephen replied like an idiot.

'I'm in my room in the Compound, now portal me to you.' You gritted through clenched teeth, annoyed at his inability to comprehend something so simple.

He was all you could think about the entire night and every single thought lead back to one thing, Stephen fucking you senseless and you needed to act on it. See, you tried your hand at making him wait for you but you were the one that couldn't wait, you needed him. He stood up from his bed and he was giddy with you. He suddenly became aware of the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt and he was only clothed in sweatpants, he hung up the phone.

Stephen grabbed his sling ring and quirked his fingers to form a portal to you, as the fabric of reality ripped apart his only view was you. You were still in your dress from tonight and he wanted to rip it open and feel your skin on his. You charged at him like an animal and your lips crashed into his like a tidal wave, arms wrapping around him, tugging at his hair with relentless desperation. Stephen wrapped his arms around your body and he felt the bust of your chest against him and it made him moan into your hot wet mouth. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged it back and it made you whine.

'I couldn't wait.' You admitted through a defeated sigh as his hands washed away at the strands of hair from your cheeks.

'Shh it's okay baby. You tried, that's enough.' Stephen cooed condescendingly. You were so dumb and needy for him it made him so fucking hard against you. Sweetheart. Any other day you would've been seething at him treating you like this but tonight was an exception.

'Take me, fuck me Stephen.' You pleaded with pale eyes and a desperate face.

He didn't needed to be told again.

Throwing you on his bed, you could tell that his mind was reeling with all the things he wanted to do to you. Stephen tore off your dress and your panties as if it was nothing, discarding the remenants onto his floor so you were naked in front of him. Feeling so exposed hasn't felt this relieving and exhilirating ever. Those blue eyes scanned you and you had never felt more seen. He tugged down his pants and boxers too.

He was playing with his food now, messing with his privileges. Toying with you as if your patience wasn't the thinnest it has ever been. Stephen tutted as he remarked at your glistening cunt, God you were so wet and he'd barely done anything to you. Your slender fingers raked through his salt and pepper hair and it made him lose his mind, his hands pinched at the sides of your face; you trapped his finger between your teeth and sucked at the tip of it. Stephen glared at you, far too aroused to even comprehend what you were doing to him; it just felt so good to have your lips on him in any way. Once you were done, his mouth devoured yours in a frenzy of clashing teeth and a tangle of tongues. You could barely breathe he was kissing you that hard.

Pulling yourself away from him was harder than you thought. What was more important? Oxygen to breathe? Or Stephen's mouth on yours? These would you rather questions were getting harder and harder these days.

You finally brought yourself to unfasten your lips from his.

'I hate you..' You breathed before cutting yourself off from finishing your sentence. A lie, and you both knew it.

'Oh yeah?' His voice was honeyed, nectar on the vine. Glory in all purpose. Stephen interlocks his fingers in yours, holding them above your head. 'Because I'm about to fuck the lies out of you.' And in one swift and brutal thrust, he enters you without even dabbling in your wetness. He rocked up against you and you had to bite his shoulder blade to muffle your screams.

'Finish your sentence, I dare you.' He growled.

'I-I...hate you for making me feel like this. I'm- I'm so wet." You moaned into his ear. You knew you were going to make a mess for him.

Stephen tensed and stilled for a moment.

'Is it enough?' He askes, wearing a worried expression. He's asking if eight inches was enough. What a prick.

You nodd, eyelids heavy and lips chewed. 'It's enough.’

He smirked at your smartass. You gulped as when you look up to see him between your tits- only for him to gaze at you with those beguiling eyes of his

'Always fucking needed you.' He muttered, and before you could reply, he brought his teeth to one of your hardened nipples- teasing the sensitive skin and drawing out a long moan from your wet lips. Stephen rutted his hips into yours like an animal. It was so hard and deep, tears were starting to prick and sting at your eyes. No one had ever gotten to these depths before. He suddenly pulled out to the tip.

'What's your name?' He asks you with a growl, his black lusted eyes watching you closley as he moved strands of hair from your blush bitten cheeks and tucks them over your ear, holding up your chin as if he's proud of you. A twisted sentiment in comparison to the tone in which he asked you.

'Um. Y/N?' You said hestitantly, slightly confused at the question.

You wait for the confirmation, the notice, wait for the reward but he didn't seem all too pleased. Stephen groaned, half frustration, half arousal- a heady combination. He shake's his head, as if he's disappointed in himseld. 'Looks like I haven't fucked you hard enough to forget your own name.' And just then he thrusts back into you ruthlessly. And this time, when he slams his entire length into you- you swore you could almost feel it in the back of your throat.

Maybe you'd let him fuck your throat next.

His next thrusts into you was so erratic, he swallowed your moans as fast as they came. You felt your body light up and the string that was holding your sanity together snapped and you couldn't take it anymore. You gushed onto his cock and groaned into the skin of him, he followed suit. Leaking inside of you and he had never seen anything more attractive than that.

Stephen trailed himself off of you and his head hit the pillow. You were both rendered breathless by each other's presence and he was like a drug to you, you just needed another hit. Forever. You stayed silent for a while trying to figure out what to say to him.

"I don't remember my name.' You breathed sensually before chuckling like an idiot.

'Price you pay for blueballsing me.' He shot back before smirking into the ceiling.

'Fuck you, I wanted to play hard to get." You scowled as you pounced onto him before straddling yourself to be straddling his lap, he leaned up to kiss at your sweet cherried mouth in the process.

'Wasn't too hard.' His smug face shattered against all his features.

'Fuck you for pushing my buttons all night, I was so ready for you to fuck me too.’

'I'd prefer to unbutton them but if it gets you all hot and messy like this it's perfect for me.’

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SO LONG IM SORRY

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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Pokemon Horizons Episode 20 Review - Kabu Time

It’s finally nice to actually see a Galarian Gym in full! What I mean is that since Ash didn’t focus much on Gyms in favor of the PWC in Journeys, Galarian Gym Leaders have been brushed off to the side aside from a few. Kabu didn’t make an appearance in the previous series so for him to have an entire episode of spotlight dedicated to him, his Gym Test, and his Gym Trainer was very nice to see! It’s finally time Galar got the respect it deserved.

In Galar, Gym Leaders are like celebrities, so it’s nice to see that sort of vibe when Kabu was in the Battle Cafe. He’s still the same passionate and wise character like he was in the game. He gave a lot of advice that hopefully will be useful for future development—especially Liko’s. I do like how he sees their potential and does his best to bring it out. He sent out his Centiskorch, who’s too OP for rookie trainers like Liko and Roy and I’m glad that he didn’t hold back. That would defeat the purpose of the wisdom he implemented onto Liko.

Liko’s major flaw as a character is that she’s kind and considerate. While those are good traits, they are also weaknesses in a way. Holding back will only let opportunities slip away; I’ve held back many things in the past out of consideration for others, but I then realized as I got older about all the missed opportunities I could’ve had if I wasn’t so caring towards others. Being too considerate for Wakaba caused her to be upset and for Sprigatito to get annoyed. Consideration is a double-edged sword in a way. While it’s nice to have, it can hurt others. I’m glad that Liko learned how it could hurt others and how selfish it can be from a different perspective. This can open up a path of development for Liko as she has to learn that being too nice on a battlefield isn’t always right and showing compassion isn’t always a good thing. I’m also glad that she actually contemplated on her actions and Kabu’s words at the end of the episode; like her, it makes me wonder what sort of Trainer she will become.

Roy is his usual self in this episode. However, I do notice that he was shown as Liko’s opposite int his episode. While he is kind, he’s not holding back on Fuecoco. While Fuecoco is down, Roy’s doing all he can to encourage and support his crocodile and, in turn, that’s what caused Fuecoco to learn Flamethrower. However, I do wish that Roy gets an opponent on his level soon and not get jobbed by stronger opponents. He’s essentially bringing a knife to a gun fight.

Please correct me if I am wrong, but Wakaba is the first instance of a Gym Trainer in a Galar-focused episode. While she’s a Gym Trainer apprentice, it’s nice to see the system of Gym Trainers be implemented in the anime. When was the last time we had Gym Trainers mentioned in a past series? Wakaba is a girl who admires Kabu and wants to be a Gym Trainer out of admiration. I do feel bad for her because she’s essentially fodder in this episode. She’s fodder for Liko to be nice to. She was fodder in the first part of the double battle as she was just sitting there and not helping out; though, I get why she just stood there because she’s still inexperienced in a way. It was super nice seeing Rolycoly spinning around like a top and I wish there was more action.

I do want to see Liko and Roy grow after this battle. I’m sure they will accumulate everything they have acquired throughout this journey to become the best versions of themselves in the future. I’m sure that we won’t recognize the flawed children they once were a few years from now. Next time, they're heading to the Galar Mines to find Rayquaza after hearing Kabu's anecdote. What are your thoughts on this episode?

#pokemon horizons #anipoke #pokemon #anime #review #anime review #Liko #sprigatito #roy #fuecoco #kabu #centiskorch #wakaba #rolycoly #ecargmura #arum journal

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Hey, all. It's the Actually Older Simon cosplayer, here in the # simon petrikov mpreg tag again, with a question, this time.

See, I've been really enjoying my time seeing all the comics and drawings folks have been making, especially the ones with their own continuity. Absolutely gorgeous stuff.

And yet, I'd be lying if I claimed that browsing this part of the F&C fandom hasn't been. Bittersweet. In a way that's been really hard to describe.

But I'm wondering if anyone might be willing to draw a commission I have in mind.

Details under the cut, but heed the content warning before the jump: tw for pregnancy complications and miscarriage talk.

Let's have a little storytime, first.

I'll start off by admitting, I didn't even know I could do that.

My body is, and always has been, a wonderland of medical maladies. And as a trans man from the 2000s until people settled on the word "nonbinary" for folks like me, I'd been taking regular birth control shots that disappeared my period for decades now. I have a very scattered memory, but I always made and kept my shot appointments on time.

Until that one time I didn't.

It was an offhand comment from a friend that got me thinking. "I've been craving frosted animal cookies like whoa lately," I'd said, and she replied, "Maybe you're pregnant."

We both paused. Then cackled to each other for a moment, at the very thought.

And then I remembered how nauseated I'd been getting out of nowhere, lately.

I *did* remember to get my Depo shot last time, didn't I? I must've.

Nope, said the two bars on the test stick, later that night. You didn't.

My head was spinning. I gagged and coughed around the idea; it was too big for me to swallow. I was over 40, for crying out loud. How could it be that I'd get pregnant for the first time, NOW?

I waited to see my doctor. Waited a *while.* Because I honestly didn't know what to do. Previous versions of me would've been mortified, and hustled off to get an abortion immediately.

And yet. And *yet.*

The more I thought of this unlikely kiddo, the more I started wanting to fight for it. If it wanted to be a human THAT BADLY as to hole up in *my* body... shouldn't I give it a little credit?

I told basically nobody, the whole time.

And then, one day, there I was, sitting in my doctor's office, and she was telling me my body was already starting to lose it.

Well. If the kiddo changed their mind about wanting to stay, I thought, I'm not going to hold that against them.

I remember laughing. Covering my face with my hands, and breathing in. Like I'd just been shown the camera filming some wretched prank happening.

I'd just nicknamed it the day before, I told her. My little dandelion. And now...

I won't go into the process itself, in the days that followed. Some things, words just can't describe very well. (I will say, the auto-generated targeted ads that started showing me baby supplies, a few months later? THAT. Was just RUDE.)

Time passed, as it does. I hit my head, that January. Got brain damage. Slowly got better. Slowly.

When it was over, I shoved the whole experience aside. Went to my mortician classes. Never brought it up, because that would mean I'd have to think about it.

Everything's fine, I'd say, if folks said I seemed a bit off. Like Simon said at the bar. Same old, same old.

Just last month, I found a new favorite show. All my friends were talking about how one of the characters happened to look eerily like me.

I'd never seen Adventure Time in my life, before Fionna & Cake, but it made me so happy to cosplay older Simon. I was trying to learn a lot of the same lessons he was, after all.

And then, I started seeing my fictional doppelganger in some fanart where he was heavily pregnant.

My mouth hung open for a while, stunned by the hit of pure joy juice that'd just erupted in my brain.

*Simon* got to know what that felt like.

I hit Follow on the tag, and never looked back.

And after taking the time to sit and feel The Hard Feelings, I'm honestly feeling more okay with everything now. Even if it's mostly because I know there's a version of this fictional character I resemble who got to experience what I didn't. The ups, the downs. Everything in between.

I finally opened up to my therapist about it all, this week. She'd known about the miscarriage, but was glad I was ready to talk about it, almost a year later.

I'm so many flavors of grateful to get to see it. Even from a distance.

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So. That's my take on Simon mpreg.

And I have a commission I'd like to place, at some point.

A very pregnant Simon, getting a visit from a Simon from another dimension, where his kiddo changed their mind.

This other Simon’s not glad it happened, but he's not sad, either. He just wants to give the expecting Simon a big hug, wish him the best of luck, and to tell him to treasure every moment he has with his kiddo.

That he should always know, somewhere, someone's rooting for him. For both of them.

And then the non-pregnant Simon’s back in the Time Cube, thanking Prismo for granting his wish.

You gonna be okay? Prismo asks.

Yeah, Simon says, looking up at the stars and smiling. I think we're both gonna be all right.

If there are any in-fandom artists who feel up to this? Feel free to message me about it. I'll be asking about your rates.

And if you read all that, just... thanks. For listening. I really do appreciate it.

#cw mpreg #cw pregnancy complications #cw miscarriage #simon petrikov mpreg

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snowangeldotmp3 · 2 years

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here, have a part two to this.

Robin can’t focus on anything that’s not the small vampire across from her. They’re supposed to be looking for one of Nancy’s necklaces, made from pure silver, to test one of Dustin’s stupid theories about what works against vampires and what doesn’t. But Robin can’t tear her eyes away from the brunette curls tucked behind Nancy’s ears.

“Stop staring at me,” she says, not looking up from her vanity.

Robin sputters, “Wha—I’m not—fine. I’m sorry.” Nancy looks at Robin’s reflection through the mirror on her vanity, red eyes playfully scanning Robin. Or sizing her up. Robin may never truly know if Nancy considers her food or not.

(Honestly, she’s okay with that.)

“It’s just…” Robin trails off. Nancy spins around, head cocked to the side.

“Just…what?”

“You have, like, cute little pointy ears now.” Robin smiles. Nancy’s expression turns deadly, but Robin knows there’s no bite behind it.

“I could kill you, you know,” she states, strolling up to Robin. Robin crosses her arms, an easy smile tugging at her lips.

“You could. But you won’t.” She watches Nancy’s face contort, fighting back her own smirk.

Nancy has to look up to fully meet Robin’s eye, challenging her. Do you really want to find out?

And then there’s the warm, funny feeling that Robin gets. Truthfully she felt it way before this happened, but something about Nancy’s situation pushed them together further. Robin would’ve done anything (and would still do anything) for Nancy because that’s just who Robin is and what friends do. She’s been reprimanded for it before, throwing herself into reckless abandon just for the sake of someone else, with little to no regard for her own life.

(If you had known Robin before, you would know that she’d be surprised that she’d made it this far. She’d gotten so bored with life, especially in Hawkins, that she genuinely didn’t know what else would come from it. Add that with the fact that she’d often felt like her whole life was one big error, a spirit placed--trapped--in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she suffered the consequences. And then Starcourt happened. And while it was scary as hell, she thanked whatever deity was listening that something interesting was happening in Hawkins. Even if she did get drugged by Russians in the process. She’s glad she has made it this far; where else would she get to see vampires?)

But now…now Robin can’t imagine her life without Nancy. Without her wit, her sharp tongue, her competitiveness, and the way she’s the only one who can hold an intellectual conversation with Robin. The way Nancy is perhaps the kindest person she knows; even though Nancy denies this, Robin’s seen how she joins Holly, playing with the dolls in the dollhouse and her stuffed animals. She’s seen her old “costumes” from when she dressed up for Mike’s Dungeons and Dragons nights. (Robin has tried to convince her to do it again, only if she can relish in the adorable nerdiness that is Nancy Wheeler.)

Robin’s heartbeat picks up at the thought, and she hopes that Nancy can’t hear—or at least will ignore—the slight uptick in her heart.

She ignores how Nancy’s pupils look just a touch wider than they did a moment ago.

“Oh my god,” she says, Nancy’s stare still burning into her own, “are you trying to use thrall on me?”

Nancy laughs, “What? No!”

Robin struggles to keep her face firm, “Mhm. Mhm. Sounds like something someone trying to use thrall would say. Unless you’re just trying to get a good look at my eyes, Wheeler,” she finishes with a wink before dissolving into her own giggles.

Nancy smiles this time. It’s a real, full smile that shows her dimples and her fangs and makes her eyes sparkle. Not the closed-mouth ones she’d used to hide her fangs. Robin thinks that it’s gorgeous; she could stare at it forever.

The words spill out of Robin’s mouth before she can stop them, “I’ve missed that smile, Wheeler.”

Nancy stills. The smile—the beautiful, radiant, brilliant smile—drops from her face. Robin watches as Nancy fights the frown, lips quivering, trying to hold it together in front of Robin.

#my writing #my fics #not really a fic tho. but u know #stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #vamp nancy au #vampire nancy wheeler #i also perhaps have a third part to this but. we'll see.#feel free to reblog too! please.

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DISCLAIMER: I am NOT a writer (I want to be one tho...)

NOW THIS IS HOW I BELIEVE HOW THE PIPER WOULD BE LIKE AS A FATHER. 😍 (HEADCANON + FANFIC) also I'm extremely sorry that my spelling and grammar don't make sense. :(

also please don't judge me or telling me what I need with on this post or any future posts.

How he feels: First of all, I believe he would be kind of worried of how he will be as a father but then very happy.

How he reacts when you are pregnant: He would feel very overwhelmed by news or just not really believe you but when he does feel more calmed by the news, he'll take care of you very well and try to help you out a LOT and makes sure you don't do too many things.

How he reacts to the baby movement: I feel like he'll be very startled when the baby kicks or moves in any kind of way like when you guys asleep, and the baby moves out of nowhere. He'll be a little confused at what is happening.

When he sees the baby as soon it's born: He'd be tearing up with joy once he sees it's little face he smiles with tears in his eyes. He'd be very scared to drop the baby so he wouldn't want to hold the baby but when he feels comfortable and tries to hold the baby the baby smiles and giggles and holds on to his long, big fingers with his little baby hands makes him very happy.

TIME FOR FANFIC 😍

One day you were waking up in your warm happy cottage due to the sound of a beautiful, sweet melody from outside you recognized that sound you go outside and lean next to the door frame starring at your handsome husband playing his flute for the animals he turns his head over his shoulder he stops playing his flute slowly putting it down and smiles at you then waves at you, you wave back smiling he walks towards you and you walk towards him as well then you guys meet and hug each other he looks down into your beautiful eyes then kisses you softly on your lips you kiss him back too.

He uses flute to ask you how you slept (you understand him) "I slept just like a baby, how did you sleep?) you said. He smiled "I slept just fine my love." he said as he played his flute. "Thats good my love." you said, piper had to go to take care of some business, so he lets you know then leaves.

You decided to go out to the forest to go for a walk because it was nice and beautiful outside, you get ready and go outside. As you're walking into the forest, as soon as you are in the middle of the forest your head begins to hurt and you feel like everything around you is spinning you soon later collapsed, and everything went dark you soon later on were slowly opening your eyes "w-where am I?" you said weakly you look around and see piper sitting down on a chair next to your bed worried with his head down on his hands thinking it was his fault and he should have stayed with you, and nothing would have happened. He heard your weak voice and got up quickly his face lighten up and he hugged you gently not wanting to hurt you, the nurse came in asking to speak with you alone you nod your head gently, piper leaves looking back at you then softly closes the door.

"Okay what I wanted to talk about with you was that we believe that you were dizzy because we think you might be pregnant..." the nurse said seriously, "I-I'm sorry what...pregnant I'm not really sure what to say." you said. "Look I know it's a lot to take in right now, so I'll leave you alone you can bring in your husband to if you want and if you want to make sure you can come by and do some tests." said the nurse. You sat there in total disbelieve, then piper comes in "what did they say" he said playing his flute, you sighed and told him sit down he does it "The nurse believes I might be pregnant..." Piper's eyes widen his face soon gives off an overwhelmed look, Piper picks up his flute "Are they you are pregnant?" he said. "I'm not...really sure." you said.

He gets up and grabs your hand tightly with a firm grip and gives you an assuring face that everything is going be fine, you smiled and grabbed his hand gently lovingly. The next day you go to the doctors to do some test to make sure you were actually pregnant, as you were waiting for the results you were worried so many things were crossing your mind you were so worried about the results you didn't hear them call out your name the first time, the second time you snapped back " second call for Y/N L/N." "O-oh yes that's me." you said as you were getting up "Okay follow me, how are you doing today?" the nurse said in a happy tone "I'm doing okay I'm just a bit worried." you said " Okay have a seat there while I pull the results out." you sit down waiting anxiously "Alright here are your results." said the nurse, you give off an anxious look on your face" Okay I'm ready to hear the results." you said firmly "Okay It looks like you are...Pregnant." said the nurse then begun getting ready to leave "Okay I'm going to let you take It all in, so I'll see you soon, have a good day." said the nurse as she left the room. You stay in total shock wondering how you'll tell Piper.

You get ready to leave and begin walking out the office closing the door behind you, exiting the building everything round you felt as if it stopped moving you begun walking home in total silence when you got home you saw Piper walking back and forth in the house in suspense. He sees you he begins pacing towards you "WHAT DID THE SAY, WHAT HAPPEND." he played his flute with the face of full of worry so many things he wanted answered, you sit down and tell him to down as well, he does " Well I'm not really sure how to say it but I am actually pregnant." you said and sighed. Piper gives off a worried face and stands up fast and exits the house, you run to follow him and just to see him in forest pacing back and forth with many thoughts in his head, he sees you " Why did you run off like that I'm scared too! I don't know what to do either and I can't do it without you..." you said with tears in your eyes, Piper grabs his flute immediately "Look I didn't mean to make it seem like I didn't want part of it I'm just nervous of how I'm going to be as a father I just needed air, I'm sorry... I don't ever want to scare you like that ever okay." said Piper

I'm sorry I'm getting a little tired I'll probably continue it when I have more time and only if you guys want me to continue ofc :) 🙂(OK!! I’ve been gone for… QUITE.A.LONG. Time… but yeah… also I did forget to mention I am dyslexic… so I hope that clears up a bit..😓)(also ONE MORE THING. My computer stoped working so I started using my phone… so I’ll probably start using my phone more. But I missed being on here…)

#shrek pied piper #Shrek pied piper fanfic #fanfic #pied piper

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foster-the-moths · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons regarding Cesar's alternate?

SO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING THIS SOONER but YEAH I DO

i have like 20 different versions of this guy i spin around in my head and they all contradict each other lol. i am just going to list a couple here. also i use he/it for alt cesar

-option 1: this is my interpretation of what canon alt cesar is like. i think its literally just a primordial demon with a massive grudge against humanity that doesnt really care about mark heathcliff in the slightest, but hes a human, and killing a human is always 'fun'. it has existed for eons and will continue to do so, torturing as many humans as it can along the way. his grudge does not run as deep as alt gabriel's, but he still wants to wipe out all of humanity and feast on the remains.

-option 2: giddy and smiley and so so deliriously happy about killing people. everything is a game for him, and he is having a blast. it is like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it, it is drawing out things on purpose because it brings it intense glee to bring pain onto others. it is very much personal, it wants to inflict as much pain as possible. always giggling and kicking its feet in the air and going 'teehee^^' as it unleashes unfathomable horrors onto mankind. literally never stops smiling.

-option 3: completely solemn. eyes like a dead fish. feels absolutely nothing. has awareness of the world around it but is completely and utterly detached from it. is more like a machine following orders, but it has no desire or intent to break free. never smiles, cant even really grasp the concept of why a person would smile in the first place. he can perfectly mimic voices and hold a realistic conversation, but it has no control of its face and looks like a corpse. basically he passes the turing test but his face is the epitome of 'uncanny valley'.

option 4: an animal trapped in a nightmare running off of instinct, given a human voice, and set loose on the world. it was created to roam the earth and destroy everything in its path, and it knows nothing else. it does not know the difference between existing and not existing, real or fake, it simply is. it doesn't know what the words that it mimics mean, only that they cause fear and it needs more of it. it claws at the door and speaks in a stolen voice and paces the floor, ceiling, and walls. the only things that exist are it, the door, and whatever is beyond it (it doesn't know whats on the other side, it can't remember, all it knows is that it needs. it doesn't know what exactly it needs, it just knows it needs, and needs, and needs and it cannot leave until it gets what it needs.). no concept of time or object permanence, just hunger.

option 5: this is literally just a day job for it. alt gabriel sent him on this stupid mission, to this stupid house, to kill this stupid human, and its taking THREE DAYS. hes just bored at this point. it is kind of funny to it though. incredibly and annoyingly smug when its not pissed off or bored. basically a sitcom character.

option 6: it is an echo of the real cesar torres. it is him but it is not. he is asleep, but also awake, trapped under so many layers of existing and not that it is impossible to tell what it is anymore. it was once cesar torres, but it has ceased to be, but he is still there, but he never existed in the first place. like dreaming, but part of you is lucid and aware of what is happening but at the same time blissfully unaware. i actually wrote a very short drabble abt this is august.

option 7: it wants to be human. it wants to feel. it hates mark heathcliff because he is something it will never be, and it hates cesar torres even more. it hates them because it does not know how to do anything else. it is empty and it is trying so desperately to fill the void in its being that it will stop at nothing to satiate it. but it never can. it will simply remain hollow as it was before it killed mark heathcliff, and move on to the next victim as it tries in vain to feel something, to be something. it is a creature of rage and envy, and despite being the farthest thing from it, it is painfully human in its own twisted way.

option 8: literally just cesar's evil gay clone because its so funny to me. no wonder ppl are homophobic this bitch scary as fuck!!!/ref

theres more i just cant remember them rn lol

#tmc hc #i have like. three other asks i forgot abt oops!!!!

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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 5 months

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Babyyyyyyyyyy!! Hello :DDD

I hope you’ve been well, beloved uwu.

Kissing and cuddling u 😚💋💋💋🫶🏾🫂🩷

We haven’t spoke directly in a minute so I wanted to drop by owo 👋🏾

Got any selfship stuff spinning in your head u wanna share? :3

BBY HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!! KITHIN U AND HUGGING U AND CUDDLING BACK LOVE <333333 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Doing good, getting chilly here again so thats nice! Mama got me some chocolates to enjoy tomorrow so imma go gobling mode >:3

Also!!!! Just finished doing a lil oc/canon gal for my fave bastard dilf, toji's wife!

TW: BIT OF JJK SPOILERS like tiny bit

Everybody say hello to Asami fushiguro!

Since Gege won't give us more on megu's mom I decided to treat the character as a canbas and painted over her with some self indulgence <33

She's the last of the Fushiguro clan after being coldy slayed infront of her eyes at her teenage years by one of the zenin clan due to jealousy.

She's a sweet soul but doesn't mean she won't throw hands if u test her (not as strong as her husband but she can still leave damage)

Asami's curse technique is just the 10 shadows but the animals are more monstrous looking, the shadow wolfs are bigger than megumi's compared in size <333

She's been the only who has gotten so close to Toji and without knowing she made him fall to his knees for her (oblivious rizz back at it again lol), unlike canon she does not die after megumi's birth so Shiu Kong has to live with Toji's simp ass

Also did I mention she's mexican? No? Well yeah she is from her dad's side while her mom's japanese (toji enjoys hearing her talk in her native language even tho he doesn't understand shi, he just thinks its hot HA)

How megumi looks like, yes he tends to swear a lil more than his canon counter part but i think its funny

Also since he grew up with his dad I think he would have more strenght and agilityy in fighting since Toji's now training him but still asist in the school

Also i saw this post where Toji didn't learn to read as a joke but I headcanon his shitty fam didn't actually even bother teaching him so I imagen Asami giving him reading lessons 💕

#hope u been good bby and ur fam's taking care 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕#cherry answer #weird- dere #dere chan :3 #twyla mi amiga #canon character x oc #asami fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #toji fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji x fushiguro #my original characters #my original oc #is she an oc even tho her existance is technicaly canon?#jjk oc #oc/canon

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raitrolling · 7 months

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Re-Animator, See You Later

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Lusien drifted in and out of consciousness for nights on end, only vaguely comprehending the scenes around him. He heard the beeping of the machines and muffled chatter between the doctor and their assistant, saw lights far too bright to make him want to keep his eyes open, and felt the frequent waves of pain and nausea between rounds of medication he could barely recall taking.

For the first time since that night he confronted Celise - however long that may have been, he had no idea - he found himself finally able to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

He kept his eyes closed as he tried to sit up, grunting from the strain that any slight movement put on his back. His head felt like it was spinning, and putting a hand to his forehead confirmed the warmth of a developing headache. He was utterly exhausted, but also feeling a bit restless, like he needed to get up out of this hospital bed and do something.

He needed a cigarette.

Lusien cracked open one eyelid just enough to figure out where the bedside table was, then blindly reached over to try and locate his pack of smokes. He doesn’t know where the nurse took his coat - or his other clothes, for that matter - but if she emptied out his pockets then she must have left it-

He winced and recoiled as a clipboard smacked against his wrist.

“Absolutely not, Avalon.”

Lusien grunted and held his wrist, and then opened his eyes to see the incredibly disgruntled face of Chryso Haanda, Vernrot Harbour’s local doctor.

“I’ll need them later,” The blueblood mumbled, certain that the other troll is well-aware that no one enjoys going through nicotine withdrawal, especially someone who smokes as heavily as he does.

Chryso’s lips curled into a snarl, and they bopped Lusien on the head with the clipboard this time.

“In my clinic? You’re damned lucky I didn’t remove your lungs while I had you under my knife. It’d make no damn difference whether you have them or not, lord knows how you managed to make it here with that much tar rotting you from the inside out,” they scoffed.

Lusien pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes again, which conveniently helped him fight the urge to roll them in response.

“And don’t even think of doing any strenuous exercise like that while you’re recovering, if you’re even capable of such a thing. No swimming, no climbing up flights of stairs, and no picking at the wound no matter how much it may itch. If I have to redo those stitches a second time I will be ensuring they leave the worst scar imaginable, do not test me.” The tealblood tapped the clipboard with their pen as they listed off their various health advice and threats.

Lusien could already feel himself struggling to concentrate, and while Chryso continued to list off all the dos and don’ts of recovering from getting stabbed in the back with an axe, their words were starting to blend together in a muddle of annoyed sounds. He decided it would be best to simply nod along and pretend to listen, as any sort of wound care was the last thing on his mind.

There was the question of who was managing the lighthouse at the moment, if anyone at all. He knew from his time travelling with Anirus that it can go unattended for some time without any major disasters occurring, but in his current condition… It could be a while before it could be back in operation.

Then, there was also…

“How is Celise?” Lusien asked when he was able to get a word in, looking up at the doctor.

Chryso gave him a deadpan look, as if he had just asked something utterly absurd.

“They’re dead.”

Lusien’s mouth fell open, and his head began to spin from the immediate rush of blood to the brain from a combination of anxiety and pure terror. D- Dead? But he- It was only-

Chryso did not react in the slightest, and continued.

“Fatal traumatic brain injury via a blow to the head, preliminary analysis points to blunt force trauma being the primary culprit-” They stop, noticing the blueblood’s expression of horror, and sigh loudly. “- Is what should be the most straightforward answer. The reality is far more absurd, and, quite frankly, not something any doctor should ever have the displeasure of dealing with.”

The lighthouse keeper pauses, snapped out of his spiralling by that strange declaration. He then squints at Chryso in confusion.

“Which is…?”

“Despite every single test I have conducted since you dragged a literal corpse into my clinic confirming that, yes, there is absolutely no signs of brain activity and all organs have catastrophically failed, they are still conscious and moving. I had to bind the damn frog to their bed after they tried to bite nurse Baliso.”

Chryso sighed a second time at the recollection, and briefly pushed up their glasses to rub the weariness out of their eyes. Lusien could not believe what he was hearing.

“I need to see them,” he said, suddenly urgent, and despite every part of his body protesting, he began to attempt to climb out of bed.

The tealblood grabbed him by his shoulders and tried to force him back down.

“You absolutely will not, Avalon. I warned you once, do not test me.”

Lusien stayed firm, and attempted to push back against Chryso’s own strength.

“No. I will be seeing them. It’s important.”

Chryso bared their teeth, but could tell by the resolve in Lusien’s tired eyes that this was a losing battle. If he wasn’t going to see the other patient now, then they’d be likely to find him on the floor hours later, having passed out from pushing himself too far from disobeying their orders.

“Fine. You get fifteen minutes and zero chances to complain about any pain. I will not be providing you with any further painkillers from any discomfort caused by walking around when you have been told repeatedly to stop,” they grumbled, and likely would have spat if they were not in such a sanitary environment.

Lusien nodded in acknowledgement, and as he started to haul himself out of the bed (with all sorts of winces and groans leaving his mouth as he did so), felt a tug against his wrist.

Huh. Oh, right, there’s still all the tubes from the IV drip and presumably a blood transfusion-

“Don’t touch those!” Chryso hissed, smacking Lusien’s hand away with the clipboard yet again, “Just- Just take the pole with you!”

Lusien paused, looking blankly at them, and then realised he would need to get off from the other side of the bed to accomplish that. Of course.

He was unsteady on his feet once he was finally standing, and kept an iron grip on the IV pole in order to stay upright. His head and back still hurt, the lights were still hurting his eyes, and he was still desperately craving a cigarette, but he tried his best to put that aside for now. The doctor did not approve of any complaints, and finding out Celise’s current condition was more important.

Chryso led him out the door and towards the room where the other patient was staying, but not without first rolling their eyes and mumbling ‘I told you so’ at the sight of Lusien’s painfully slow pace. They did not help him, but opted to walk alongside him and kept their hand on the IV pole, so that if he fell it would not be knocked over with him.

As the two approached the room, Lusien felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was that same feeling of wrongness once again, but this time… Different. Quieter. Hungrier. He glanced over at the doctor, but their expression had not changed. They could not sense it.

When Chryso opened the door and ushered the blueblood inside Celise’s room, he could only stop and stare.

Celise was sitting on the hospital bed, and as the doctor had mentioned before, had been restrained with medical-grade straps to prevent them from leaving their position. One wrapped around their chest and upper arms to bind them to the elevated half of the bed that allowed them to remain in an upright position, and presumably their legs were similarly bound underneath the bedsheets.

They appeared completely listless, eyes unfocused with teal-blue tinged sclera and pupils appearing slightly cloudy, and dark bags under each eye. The colour of their horns had dulled, darkening around the base, and their hair was greasier and more unkempt than usual. A sludge-like liquid dribbled out of their mouth, not unlike the ink he has personally experienced when under horrorterror influence, and there was a vague wetlands-y smell in the air. Under the bright lights, their skin had a slick sheen to it which Lusien first assumed was sweat, but upon closer inspection appeared to be more like a thin film of slime. Even the dark aura he could see with his psiionics had a lethargic air to it, less explicitly murderous but still highly dangerous.

As he had approached, however, Celise’s gaze suddenly fixated on him as they caught a whiff of his scent, and they emitted a noise that was a cross between a low growl and a croak. Between the slight curl of their lip, Lusien caught a glimpse of a pair of incredibly sharp teeth. They continued to drool, like an animal who has spotted a delicious piece of meat that is just out of their grasp, too transfixed on their own hunger to care about the liquid dripping onto their shirt.

It was incredibly obvious to him what they had become. A slight deviation from the norm for that kind of creature, but the signs were all there.

“Doctor,” he said, turning to face the tealblood. He spoke slowly and matter-of-factly, knowing what he was about to say would likely earn him a comment about whether he also suffered a head injury. But it needed to be done.

“Do you have any spare cadavers?”

#drabble #lusien avalon #chryso haanda #celise shoket #plot: spanner in the works #[looks at the title] oh jeez whats happening here #anyways :) fun times

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leavemerot · 1 year

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So, I'm making my first oneshot and I'm trying to figure out which writing thingy people would prefer most so I might aswell just ask

Here's just two versions up to the same point in the story and if you guys are willing, I only ask for you to read through and answer the poll qt the bottom

Also the oneshots are hunter x male reader but the fact that the main character is male only appears in the first one once

Toh s3 e3 spoilers

Thank you in advance

Version 1

It had been roughly two years since boo-los was defeated for the third and final time. These 2 years have been hard, rebuilding the isles and all, but they have been been bearable due to friends you have made

After Belos’s defeat, you had to move from your home on the arm as it was now flipped 90 degrees and barely below the clouds now. Luckily for you, you moved to Bonesborough as it allowed your parents to help in the new Blight industries that were focusing on healing coven sigils and removing them from everyone in the isles, even if it was just testing and trials at this point in time. As a result of this move, you ended up transferring to Hexside, the chosen school of the Isle’s heroes. Speaking of these heroes, you quickly clicked with them and became good friends. You mainly became friends with Hunter, the blonde, kind, dorky guy with a heart of gold. Soon enough, those feelings of platonic friendship grew into something more and you two became boyfriends.

In the present day, you are sitting in your room, twiddling a pen between your fingers, thinking about what you are going to draw. Your mind flips from a cat with noodle legs to a rabbit with wings for ears, your mind always keeping the topic of animals in mind. During your brainstorm, you hear the door swing open and when you turn your head you find your boyfriend standing there, peeking through the door with a grin on his face. His eyes glimmered with a brilliant idea.

“Hey, are ya busy?” He asked, moving side to side in an attempt to relax his energy. You spin your chair around to face him before responding:

“nope, why’d ya ask?”

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You sat in your room, tapping a pen against the table, hearing the click every second of the pen on wood echo through your room. You had drawn a blank on what to draw. You had been at this for hours and just could not come up with a single idea. However, like a knight in shining armour coming to save you from your boredom: your boyfriend of a tad over a year , hunter, rounds the corner, stumbling in with a grin plastered on his face. He holds onto the door frame and stands up straight,the pale blonde cowlick falling in front of his eye a second later. He is breathing heavily from seemingly sprinting here and chuckling between breaths.

“Titan, are you okay, Hunter?” You ask, mostly knowing the answer but just wanting to confirm.

“Yeah, I just- just had an idea and wanted to- ask as soon as possible,” He gasped, still keeping his dorky grin up for you to stare at as if it was the only star left in the galaxy. You spin fully in your chair to face him with your body too.

“and that would be...” You coax, leaning onto one of the chair arms and raising an eyebrow in a playful manner.

If neither are good or you like one thing in particular compared to the other then please feel free to mention it in the replies

And if this questioning seems bad or seems like im trying to get free work out of people then I do not mind taking it down, I don't know how fajfic writing works as of yet and am still trying stuff out

#toh #hunter x male reader #x male reader #i need writing help

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