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cryptidcorners · 5 months

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hi!!! i love how you write so much and i,,,

so... since vanessa mentions being a trained EMT in the movie, what if reader ends up getting hurt by one of the animatronics (be it accidental or not) and vannessa takes the time to patch them up! maybe after, she ends up teasing the reader about their racing pulse, considering they are flustered with the personal attention from nessa.

just a silly little gay thought 🤭

Electric - Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader

Description: While being accompanied by Vanessa during one of your shifts, a quick checkup towards one of the animatronics results in you being shocked and knocked out. Luckily, Vanessa rushes to your aid and comforts you while patching you up.

# requested by anon

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Vanessa Shelly

Tags: Romantic Implications, Fluff, Sweet Talk, Mutual Care, Encouragement, Opening Up, Connecting, Playful Vanessa, Flustered Reader, Co-Workers to ? ? ? + F!Reader.

Warnings: Injury (Electric Shock), Descriptions of Burns, Blood, Unconscious, Brief Descriptions from Vanessa's Childhood (Abuse), Some Tension + Anxiety from Vanessa, Possible FNaF Spoilers

Read my TOS, Thanks!

"So, how long have you been working here for?" You asked, hands delicately twisting the rusted gears within the metallic mascot's darkened skeletal figure. You were struggling to get inside this trap, even why animatronics this ancient, their parts wouldn't be hard to twist. Nor smell as bad.

"Years after it closed," Vanessa answered. She had been feeling antsy staying put and watching you work, so tidying had been her priority for the last couple hours of the night. "believe it or not, it's only been recently that this place has required night guards. As soon as I became an officer, applications started opening for more security."

"Really?" You hummed, face fixed on Bonnie's complex systems. You scratched the side of your head, sweat oozing from your face. You had been told the machine had been acting unorthodox as soon as the power went on, as well as that error in his guitar. "Must have been some wild kids then if it needed more than some iron fence." Curiously, you began walking towards the still animatronics instrument. Fingers treading lightly before tinkering with it. Vanessa's eyes flickered wildly, and she screamed, "Wait, no! His guitar-"

It was too late. Soon, your vision was engulfed in white stems of electricity and wild baby blues. You yelped before falling off the stage, falling unconscious almost immediately as dark seeped into your gaze.

Your mind was plagued with a yellow haze, as well as your sight. You blinked rapidly, head twisting with pain. When your eyes began to clear, you could see a tall figure looming over your body. As the seconds drifted by, your senses began to grow back to normal. You could feel your wrists stinging as she wrapped a thick bandage around your cindered skin.

You winced, "Shit."

"Oh, thank God." Vanessa breathed, "You're awake."

You heaved, cringing coldly as pain skyrocketed through your veins. "What happened?" Your lip quivered, jaw twitching as you tried to read your current situation. You could feel blood oozing through your arms and legs which were hugged by white layers. "Oh, fuck." You coughed. Agony gripped your body, making you shutter.

"Take it easy," Vanessa grabbed your shoulder tenderly. Your eyes turned to Vanessa nervously. Maybe it was the shock, or it was something else you couldn't put your finger on. Vanessa frowned, rubbing her thumb to ease your anxiety. "Bonnie's guitar was unstable, and even at the simplest of touches, it can explode. It's not too severe most of the time, but still, it can hurt like hell."

You blinked, "When Steve said it was broken, he never said anything about it exploding." You tried to catch your breath. Vanessa hushed, "Calm down, alright? You're fine." She assured you, voice low as a whisper. "Just take a breath."

You inhaled sharply before releasing. After you did, Vanessa wrapped another section of your arms, which made your stomach twist. You never realized until now how much detail her face held so close, it was memorizing. And nerve-wracking for some odd reason. You were growing more flustered by the second, and she began to notice. Vanessa rested her hand near your chest, and you swore you could see stars.

"Your pulse is crazy fast," she said with a chuckle. You blushed, chuckling weakly. Vanessa pulled her hand away, "You look dazed. What are you so nervous about?"

"Nothing." You answered softly. Vanessa tilted her head, obviously intrigued. "Really?"

She rested her touch against your pulse again, making you shutter. Vanessa giggled, "Are you flustered? Because of me?" She gasped, "You are." Vanessa sounded almost giddy at that, childishly so. You defended yourself, "No, no. I'm just, trying to get my head together. I'm just out of it."

She teased, "Are you sure? I don't care if you get a little red around me. We all get crushes." Vanessa read your starstruck face and smiled once more before applying a light bandage to your cheek. "You feeling better?"

"Just a bit." You laid down, catching your breath. "I'm sorry I put you through this." Your eyes awkwardly shifted to your wrapped hands.

"It's alright, it was a mistake. As long as you're fine, I'm fine." Vanessa began packing away the bright red kit, eyelashes batting as she spoke. Internally, she was furious. Her father lied to you, probably to get you weak. He probably wanted her to leave you burned on the ground and leave the children to clean up everything. That's how it always had been. She was always cleaning up his messes, even as a little girl. It was horrible. Her nails dug against the table with a strangled huff, "You are okay, right?"

"Thanks to you." You told her. You sat up again and nudged your gaze ahead. "A little help?"

"Shit, right." Vanessa walked toward and you felt her warm hands around your sides. She could tell you were screaming inside, and that stole a smirk from her almost immediately. "Hey, if you fall, I'll catch you. My arms are always open,"

"Thanks for the offer." You played along.

You struggled to get on your feet for a couple short seconds, with Vanessa holding you delicately. You were able to walk again, just before the crack of dull dawn. You started gathering your tools with Vanessa next to you. She was toying with her hair when you met her gaze. You shyly extended your hand, "Thank you for helping me . . . You really didn't have to."

"I wanted to." She grabbed your hand and shook it, "I'd love to help you. Well, whenever you need it."

You both remained silent for a minute. And her eyes wandered down to your lips before you cleared your throat, "I hope we can keep in touch?"

"Yes, of course. But, not here, y'know?" She says seriously. "It was a pleasure being with you."

Your heart grew heavy and you couldn't squeeze out anything. You simply waved with a warm expression and walked out into the parking lot. For the first time in your life, you had truly felt something electric. Not just the shock from Bonnie, but from Vanessa.

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hana-no-seiiki · 6 months

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more gn kafka(esque badoom ching)!reader x yan!wriothesley because goddamn it this man is so fine

mostly fluff and less yandere but the scene is pretty violent

“Oh, hello your grace! I didn’t expect you to be here!”

You beamed at the tar haired man. His wolf like eyes narrowed at your presence. His eyes scanning the blood all over your fists, clothes and face.

You, a thief worth at least several billion mora, now spent your few measly credits you just earned to beat his men up.

You pressed your thumb across the guard’s cheeks. Almost in a comforting, parental manner. Overlooking their broken nose and nearly unconscious bearing, many would see this as being intimate.

Wriothesley only stares before he stalked off.

“See? I told you no one would save you.” You chuckled, kissing the guard on the forehead before you give them one final headbutt to seal the deal.

You glance at the mess made by the ordeal on yourself and sighed. You’ve gotten sloppy. But it was fun not having to sweat over the details when it came to taking people down.

As you walked around the unconscious, brutalised bodies on the floor you hummed, playing air violin as you seemingly danced across the floor.

“[Y/N].”

You hear Wriothesley. His voice so low and quiet it is barely above a murmur.

With your back faced to him, you asked, “Yes, pup?”

You hear his boots tap the floor, the sounds of bones breaking and then light groans before silence.

“You need to eat. A meal a day isn’t enough for you, you know that.”

You turned your head to the side, catching a small glimpse of his features. His eyes drooped and never met yours. Years ago and even now.

“Or else you’ll put me in my personal cage again, your grace?”

At his sour response you smile. You’ve never felt anything throughout your entire life. Was this what others would call amusement?

“Remember when I used to tell you to eat, pup?” You turned your head back at the glass window that overlooked the waters outside, “Still . . . it is a pity, by the time you put me in there again this place would have already been carved open.”

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oliviajdjarin · 2 years

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Ruhn Danaan: Sweet Relief

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan x female!reader (she/her)

Summary: “You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.

He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.

“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”

Warnings: Period Sex, heavy descriptions of period blood, she uses a sanitary pad, p in v sex, slight dirty talk, SWEARING, reader is insecure, she has severe period cramps, spoilers for all of CC, the White Raven is alive, Queen Bryce is here for like 30 seconds, protected sex, orgasming, and Ruhn being a gentleman. This could also work in the Personal universe, but it also works outside of it.

A/N: if anyone can find me a real life Ruhn Danaan, I’d very much appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you to anyone who supports me or my writing. It means a lot. :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it is very appreciated <3

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“Give me a break, Bryce,” Ruhn mumbled into his drink.

“I’m serious!” she defended, her amber eyes widening even more.

“The last thing Y/N wants me to do right now is touch her. You’re just trying to get my face bitten off.”

Bryce huffed out of her nose, and set her drink on the sticky wooden bar. Ruhn knew her well enough to know he had delightfully riled her up.

“I’m not fucking around Ruhn. Look it up for fuck’s sake.”

Ruhn shook his head again and chuckled.

“Look, I didn’t want to have to say this, but Hunt and I have tried this many times—”

“Fuck Bryce, okay—”

“—and it’s always worked!” Bryce said, but the end of her sentence was cut off by her own laughter.

Ruhn laughed with her, enough that his shoulders began to shake. He shook his head again, trying to keep any images of his sister locked away from his mind.

“All I’m saying is that even suggesting it would impress her. Trust me.”

Ruhn hummed, thinking of all of the other ways he had tried to impress you, bedroom or otherwise. His drink burned nearly as badly as not having you by his side, laughing along with Bryce and her lack of filter.

He had seen you an hour ago, and you were currently lying in his bed, yet he still managed to ache for you.

“Ache for you?” Was he a fucking teenager?

You made him feel like one, that’s for sure.

Your period had come with a vengeance, and there was no way in Hel you would make it to the White Raven for your weekly drinks with Bryce.

Your words, not his.

You apologized profusely, of course, and told him to tell Bryce that you would make it up to her.

“I know,” he mumbled, and kissed you on the forehead. He offered to stay home with you at least fifty times before you practically shoved him out of the bedroom.

He then explained to Bryce why you were not bound to his side as you usually were, which led Bryce into spilling her “period advice of the century.”

In simple terms: sex. In Bryce’s terms: “Earth-shattering orgasms.”

Which led him here.

“Thanks Bryce,” he replied. “I’ll sure as Hel try.”

Bryce winked at him as she sipped her champagne. She could see how his eyes simmered at the mere mention of your name.

She couldn’t be happier for her brother.

“You’re a better male than half the ones in this bar,” she said quietly. “Most males wouldn’t put their dick anywhere near that.”

He swirled the liquid in his glass, smirking to himself.

“I’m not like most males.”

~*~

You’d never wanted to crawl out of your own skin more than you did that night.

You swore there was a wolf inside of you, scratching and shredding you from the inside out. The muscles from your thighs to your toes tingled with a pins-and-needles sensation, and you felt the blood continuously draining from your face.

Ruhn’s never-ending supply of heating pads and massagers were helping, but the waves were never ending. The first few days were always agony , and there was no part of your body that wasn’t contorting in pain.

You were nauseous, sweating, and fucking pissed.

All you wanted was to go out for drinks with the love of your life and your best friend. That’s all.

You weren’t even strong enough to do that.

You wanted to cry. Everything hurt and you just wanted a few minutes of nothing. No pain, no headaches, no pajamas soaked in sweat. That’s all you needed.

You brought your hands to your lower stomach, pressing the heating pad so tightly against your bare stomach it burned, but you didn’t care. Tears began to dribble down your cheek. Nothing else would make you feel better.

“Y/N?”

Except for that.

You recognized him from his steps alone. He didn’t even need to announce himself.

You heard him discard his boots, setting them on the shoe rack, and unzip his jacket. The fabric ruffled when he set it on its designated hanger, and a plastic bag ruffled as well.

If he brought you back food, you would propose on the spot.

“I have a surprise,” he said from behind the bedroom door.

Your sweat-covered mouth turned into a smile involuntarily. “Will you marry me?”

He chuckled as he opened the door, and your stomach ignited at his beauty. Those butterflies never seemed to disappear around him.

“You know I will,” he replied, and you smiled even wider.

He was in black jeans and a grey T-shirt, with his hair down and clean. His blue eyes pierced the darkness of the room even more so than usual, probably from the drink or two he had with Bryce. His right hand curled around the bag of takeout, highlighting the veins in his forearms.

What really got you, however, was how his broad and muscular body was highlighted by the yellow-toned lamps you had on, making him and his glorious tattoos that much more accentuated.

Maybe it was your hormones, or maybe it was the way he set his fucking house keys down on the night stand perfectly domestically, but parts of your body began heating up in a way that masked the tension in your muscles just so.

“I brought your favorite,” he said, rocking the bag back and forth in his grip. “Shitty White Raven food always makes you feel better.”

He made you feel better. He always made you feel better.

You nodded, smiling up at him with your hands still pressed firmly against your abdomen.

He set the take-out bag on the night stand as well and sat down on the bed, curving his body to face your own.

He scanned your frame, noting how many chords were stretched across the room to your stomach, and he frowned slightly. He moved his eyes up to your face, and the sticky tears lacing your cheeks were ever present to him.

You gulped, smiling soulfully, and he breathed deeply. Looking at you. Trying to find the right words to say.

He always felt your pain as if it was his own.

“Did you guys get drunk?” you asked teasingly, cutting the tension.

His mouth curved into a small smile. “Not even tipsy.”

You hummed, looking away from him awkwardly.

He inhaled a short breath, and you looked up at him once more. “Can…can I touch you?”

You blinked once. Twice.

“Yeah,” you replied huskily, and he brought his right hand over to your face. His wide thumb brushed the tears from your left cheek, then your right, and your eyes fluttered at the sensation. He then brought his mouth to your forehead, kissing it firmly, before pressing your foreheads together.

Your cramps still stretched up your back, but a thin blanket of bliss coated your body at his tender touch.

He pressed kisses down your nose, landing with one on your mouth, before mumbling.

“Any better?”

You breathed in the smell of his aftershave. “No.”

He swallowed, nodding his head, and pressed his hand atop your own. He pressed down, sinking the heat of the heating pad even deeper into your muscles. You exhaled at this, not even realizing how loud it was, and his fingertips curled around your own.

“Bryce sends her wishes,” he said against your lips. “I believe her exact words were ‘when Mother Nature brings Y/N Y/L/N down, you know it’s fucking bad.’”

You smiled, wishing you could hear those words in her own voice, but you could picture it well enough.

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled, pecking your lips once more.

“You were gone for an hour baby.”

“I know. Trust me.”

You both laughed at that, and he pulled away from your face to bring his free hand to your face, framing it perfectly.

He brushed your cheek bone with his thumb before bringing it down to your chin.

“I missed you too,” you said. “Anymore Bryce updates?”

Something clouded his eyes at your question. It looked like a mix of anxiety and uncertainty, with a touch of…curiosity?

Your eyebrows came together at this, and you rubbed your thumb against his hand.

“Not really,” he said. “She uh…she just had some advice for me, I guess.”

You tilted your head, urging him to continue.

“Advice?”

“Yeah…period advice.”

You smiled, and snorted a laugh. “I can only imagine what she said.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. She called it her ‘period advice of the century.’”

“Well then,” you laughed out, “let’s hear it.”

He swallowed harshly, fidgeting with your fingers. Why was he so nervous?

“It’s not something we have tried before, so I don’t want to make you…uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? We?

You squeezed his hand. “What is it Ruhn? You can say it.”

He swallowed again, and licked his lips as he shook his head. “She said, and these are her words by the way, not mine, she said that I should give you ‘Earth-shattering orgasms.’”

Your eyes widened. Ruhn kept eye contact with you, desperately trying to gauge how you felt about her advice, but you could barely meet his gaze.

Not when an obscene amount of heat shot down your lower body, and your toes curled at the thought of Ruhn touching you in all the ways you imagined when he walked through the door.

Gods you wanted it. You wanted him. So badly your core began to ache with something other than pain.

His eyes continued to devour yours, unable to read your shock at your own reaction to his words.

“We don’t have to do anything Y/N. That was completely Bryce’s idea, and I didn’t even mention—”

“No, it’s okay,” you said, leaning back on your elbows. “It’s okay.”

He nodded and pressed down on your heating pad, rocking it side to side over your skin to spread the heat.

You nearly moaned.

You’d thought about period sex many times. Even before you met Ruhn. It seemed you could not go a period without remembering the copious amounts of articles you had read, boasting about how orgasms and penetration lessen period cramps dramatically.

You just never thought any male would have an interest.

“You would—you would be open to that?” you asked him quietly. Tentatively.

He let his hand spread across your stomach, and the neutral, cautious expression he was wearing slowly turned into a grin.

“Fuck yeah I would be open to that.”

Holy Hel

“Really?” you asked, your voice raising in disbelief. “It doesn’t… gross you out?”

He softened his smile and shook his head before saying, “Nothing about you would ever gross me out.”

If you didn’t want him to fuck you before, you definitely did now.

Maybe he could smell your change in demeanor already, or maybe he was starting to feel the exact same sensations you were, but he squeezed onto your heating pad that much tighter, flexing his arms all the way up to his shoulders.

“You need to communicate with me Y/N,” he mumbled. His voice was rich with arousal, deepening his already low octave. A rope of tension was beginning to stretch between the both of you. “You owe me nothing. If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. Please.”

You nodded, sitting up higher on your elbows.

“I will. I want you to do the same.”

He nodded, flashed you a quick smile, and started leaning in. He had just kissed all down your face, pecking your lips as he did, but this felt different.

You both knew the desired destination, making your breaths hot and your blood boil. The tension was now at risk of suffocating you.

He stopped inches from your mouth to frame your face with his hands once more, and brought his lips to yours.

He kissed you so gently that you felt yourself already beginning to deflate. He tasted like mint with a touch of whiskey, which made you smile inwardly. He either expected you to say yes, or really fucking hoped you would.

He began with small pecks, but allowed them to linger more and more as he continued. Your lips molded perfectly to each other, just as they always had.

He brought his right hand to your lower back and pressed lightly, causing the entirety of your spine to be laid flat on the bed. You exhaled, enjoying the way your muscles relaxed as he guided you down. He started breathing heavier as he framed your hips with his knees and the entirely of his body hovered over yours.

Your heart began beating louder and louder in your head, and the already steady blood flow toward your abdomen was heating up your body from your brain to your toes.

You realized, for the first time in hours, that you didn’t feel any pain. None at all.

You were on your period, and Ruhn was fucking on top of you. You would have to personally thank whatever gods dropped him in your lap.

He began licking between your lips as he kissed you, teasing you with his tongue, and you kissed him harder and harder. You wanted the taste of him to coat every inch your mouth.

You brought your hands up towards his hair and skated them down the expanse of his body when his tongue finally entered your mouth, and you groaned against him, digging your nails down into his t-shirt.

It was like that prick of pain snapped him back into reality, causing him to pull completely off of you.

“Towel,” he whispered through his red, swollen lips. His chest still heaving. “We need a towel.”

He climbed off the bed and sprinted to your shared laundry room, leaving you with your arms frozen in midair. You laughed at his eagerness, and you heard many types of fabric begin to smack against the tile floor. You could picture it, him pulling out every towel you owned in search for a stained or dark-colored one, and tossing the expensive ones over his shoulder.

Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, bested by a towel.

His steps finally echoed back up to your room, and he held what had to be a decade-old maroon-colored towel with the Crescent City University logo blasted across the entirety of it.

“It’ll do,” you said, still laughing. He laughed with you, his face still flushed, as he moved over to your night stand in search for a condom. He pulled one from the package and brought it to his mouth before delicately raising your lower body off the comforter. He laid the towel over the fabric, and laid your legs back down, condom still between his teeth.

You watched him the entire time, picturing the many ways he planned on taking you. The sweat coating your body soon became the desired kind.

He climbed over you once more, but sat on his knees. You brought your hands forward to fumble with the zipper on his jeans, but he shook his head.

“Uh uh,” he said, his voice muffled by the wrapping in his mouth. “Keep your hands here.”

He took your wrists in his hands and pressed them onto the heating pad still placed on your bare stomach. He pressed down firmly before taking his hands off of yours slowly, making sure you did as he asked. The heat continued to spread over your sore muscles, and you exhaled out of your nose. You felt the best you had in hours.

“Just in case this doesn’t work,” he said, winking at you, and unzipped his own jeans. He slid them off of his ankles, placing both of his forearms next to your head for balance, and you took the opportunity to bite the end of the condom with your own teeth, successfully stealing it from him. You smiled as best you could, and raised your eyebrows in victory.

His mouth opened in shock—genuine shock—and he shook his head side to side.

“Gods Y/N. Fuck.”

You laughed through your teeth, and he kissed your cheek slowly. His breath skated over your face as he spoke.

“Should’ve suggested this sooner.”

You continued smiling at him, your stomach bubbling in anticipation, and he pushed off of you to remove his shirt and underwear.

You were met with a body you knew better than your own, but could never seem to get enough of.

Every mole, every scar, every tattoo, every ab, you had kissed it. Loved it. Adored it. You had every inch memorized, and yet you looked at him like he fashioned the stars in the sky. Every time.

The darkening lust in both of your eyes lightened with love, and you felt the familiar sense of safety Ruhn Danaan always brought you.

He leaned down and pecked your nose, allowing you to feel the softness of his skin against your palms. He then stole the condom back with his teeth and laughed through his nose.

You rolled your eyes, and he pulled on the bottom of your shirt. You nodded, and moved your arms up so he could remove it entirely.

He looked at your bare upper-body with as much love as you did to his, and set the condom down next to your face to kiss along your collarbone.

Something about the mix of his gentleness and eagerness made every inch of your skin hypersensitive to every kiss. Chills erupted down your body, and shaky breaths began to escape from your mouth. He kissed from your collarbone down through the center of your breasts before finally landing on your stomach.

He placed a delicate hand on your heating pad before asking, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, already prepared for the rush of pain and agony that would worm its way up your body when he did. He knew it too, so he brushed the heating pad off the bed and removed your underwear in one swipe.

The pain returned, so harshly your spine spasmed and your hands gripped the sheets. You hissed through your teeth and released a quiet whine.

“It’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’ll fix it,” Ruhn said quickly, looking more unsure than ever. “What should I…do you want my fingers—”

“No,” you responded. Harsher than you intended. “I need you inside me. All of you.”

He nodded quickly, and ripped the condom open with his teeth, sliding it over his swollen shaft. Despite the wolf once again attacking your reproductive organs, you felt your mouth water at the sight, causing a foreign feeling of pain and pleasure to curl in your lower stomach.

You continued to grip the sheets as he lined himself up against your entrance, and he brushed a hand across your forehead.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he said, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Tell me if this hurts Y/N. Please.”

You shook your head, and managed to mumble over your heavy breathing. “Always.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath, and pushed into you slower than he ever had before.

You were so slick he entered you fully in seconds, and his tip was nearly hitting your walls until finally—

“Holy fuck.”

There it was—sweet relief.

Any inkling of pain you had evaporated off of you. Your body melted and your eyes rolled so far back you were seeing stars.

It was pure euphoria. Every inch of him.

Ruhn was shaking—shaking—above you. “You’re so—fuck you’re so warm.”

He could barely get a full breath in. “Gods you feel like heaven.”

You exhaled erotically into his shoulder. “Ruhn, please move.”

He groaned into your neck, and slowly began rocking back and forth. You brought your hands from the sheets to his back, feeling every muscle twitch and ripple against the pads of your fingers, and another moan left your mouth.

You were getting tighter and tighter, and that all too familiar ball in the pit of your stomach was beginning to unravel.

“Y/N I—I can’t. I can’t last, I’m not gonna—”

He hissed in pleasure, and you kissed across his jawline.

“Keep moving. Please keep moving.”

He did. He rocked and rocked and rocked, harder and harder and harder, until you were both moaning messes. You could feel yourself dripping onto the towel and down your legs, but not one part of you cared. Neither did Ruhn.

“You’re so fucking perfect. You feel so perfect,” he whined—whined— in your ear, rocking as hard as he possibly could. “I can feel you. Fuck I can feel you starting to come.”

You were. You were so close.

“I’m there. I’m right there,” you whispered, and ran your hands down his stomach. His muscles clenched at your touch, and you smiled at the effect you were having on him.

His whines were turning into groans; his tell-tale sign that he was right there with you.

“Ruhn, I—"

But with one touch of his fingertip to your clit, you were gone. Completely fucking gone.

You had never come so hard in your life, and neither had he.

You had to have blacked out, at least for a second, because you opened your eyes to Ruhn kissing down your neck and around your breasts, whispering sweet nothings.

“You did it. You did it Y/N. You’re okay.”

Your head was buzzing with pure ecstasy, and tears coated your cheeks once again. You felt as if you were floating, free of the prison your cramps had kept you in all day.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Ruhn, bringing your hands up to his scalp. “Thank you Ruhn.”

He pressed a firm kiss to your left breast, smirking. “Don’t fucking thank me Y/N. I should be thanking you every godsdamn day of my life.”

His eyes locked with yours as he said this, and the pure love in his eyes was nothing short of a gift.

He pressed more kisses down your stomach, lingering on the moles and markings you had, and smiled again.

“Was it Earth-shattering?”

You laughed deeply at his question, and you nodded your head up and down. “Definitely.”

“Good,” he responded. “I did my job.”

As your high began to slowly fade, the feeling in your legs returned, and a layer of stickiness coated the entirety of your inner thighs.

Ruhn reached an arm down to his lower body, effectively pulling off the condom. You felt him set it in between your legs.

He brought his face up to yours, and kissed you firmly. Firmer than you expected. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, and watched his naked frame leave the room. The night outside was still cut by your golden lamps, which followed him as he walked, coating him with golden yellow beams.

You wished you had a lifetime to stare.

Once he was gone, you exhaled, basking in a body free of pain and discomfort. You rubbed your palms over your eyes and yawned, unable to keep a smile of contentment off of your face for longer than a few seconds.

You had never felt so elated. So free.

Ruhn’s steps started towards your room, and he entered with another cloth in his hands.

“Couldn’t forget this,” he said, grinning at you.

You grinned back, opening up your legs for him. He brought the cloth to your legs, and you hummed when the heat of it hit your skin.

No matter the time of day, location, or longevity, Ruhn always cleaned you after sex. Demanded was more like it. You had told him countless times you could do it for yourself every once in a while, you even asked if you could return the favor, but a shake of his head was always his response. Nothing more.

He leaned on the bed, holding the cloth inches from your tender skin, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I love you Ruhn. I love you.”

He looked up at you, his blue eyes still piercing through your very being, and kissed the top of your knee. “I love you Y/N. More than anything.”

He then dragged the warm material down your legs, cleaning you thoroughly, and continued to press kisses to your knees as he worked.

“All done,” he said, looking up at you. His grip on your leg was enough for a lick of heat to return to your stomach.

He stood up next to the bed and slid his hands underneath your back. He helped you sit up straight, and you smiled at him sleepily.

“Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek and mumbled into your still flushed skin. “I just said to not thank me.”

You smiled, scooting yourself to the edge of the bed. “Thank you anyway.”

You stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom, keeping your hands on your hips to steady yourself. You felt his gaze glide down your body like a physical touch, and you couldn’t help your smirk. It was nice to know you had the same effect on him as he did to you.

You grabbed a fresh pair of underwear before relieving yourself in the bathroom. You added a sanitary pad to your garment as you pulled it up and stretched your back. You rolled your neck as well, feeling at one with your own body again.

You’d have to call Bryce personally tomorrow. Next week’s drinks would be on you.

You walked back into the room, ready to help Ruhn clean up your mess, only to find the towel and condom wiped away from your sheets, with Ruhn tucked inside them. The white bag on your night stand had disappeared, and he was holding the containers of take-out in his hand.

“It’s still warm,” he said, smiling enough to show his perfect teeth.

In that very moment, you decided that if you didn’t end up marrying him, no one else would.

You would make sure of it.

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 12

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

(Pinterest credit: Maulia)

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To read Chapter 11:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744912201871245312/vagabonds-chapter-11?source=share

Word Count: 1.3K

Background: Flashback sequence: Love is born. Who was her father? Hunter having relationship regrets, dark and broody angst. He's got a very small part at the end of this chapter. But I PROMISE to have much more Hunter content in Chapter 13! To help with any confusion: Mad's Clone trans sister (non bio) is named "SHE" (mentioned in Chapter #9 "In The Beginning") and her name is capitalized to prevent any confusion of what character is being spoken of.

Warning: Swearing, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, breast milk, natural childbirth,Star Wars Canon violence, discussion of Love's genderfluidity.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

Several Night Sisters understood and respected Mad’s choice. And, disagreed with Mother Talzin’s methods. They helped plot secretly to assist with the intervention...some planning to leave with the Nomaadi as well.

...because Mad knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Mother Talzin was only playing at being accommodating. Mad could see the omen of celestial bodies in the sky above her. A baby born under these conditions signaled to Mother Talzin this child would have some sort of significance. She would keep the baby and NEVER let Mad’s child leave this planet.

And she would NEVER let Mad leave alive, either.

"Love's Arrival"

Mad sweating, bore down and pushed.

The baby slid out covered in a caul...silent and unmoving.

A Nightsister handed the baby to Mother Talzin.

“My child...are THEY alive?”

Mother Talzin ignored Mad’s pleas, removing the caul from the baby’s head, dropping it to the ground matter-of-factly. She passively scrutinized the new life in her hands.

“Answer me PLEASE! Are they ALIVE???” Mad was frantic, struggling to hold her composure.

One sister tied the umbilical cord, then Mother Talzin cut it with a sharpened Kyber crystal kife...glowing red.

“Your female child is alive and breathing.” Mother didn’t even bother to look at Mad. “But uncharacteristically quiet for a newborn. She hasn’t even opened her eyes yet.” Mother Talzin traced the vaguely heart shaped red pigmentation around the baby’s eye.

“THEY!” Mad spit out. “The baby is FLUID!!!”

“Oh...and WHO told you THAT?” Mother condescended.

Mad had enough of this woman’s shit. “MY child...in the WOMB! We have a BOND.”

She struggled to sit up, grabbing hold of Mother Talzin’s skirts and yanked HARD.

“GIVE ME MY CHILD!!!” Mad growled gutturally through her teeth.

Mother Talzin’s head snapped around angrily “I am standing in as proxy for MY SON. The child will stay with me until my son is ready for HIS PADAWAN.”

“Maul can kiss my ass! He doesn’t care about HIS child!!!” Mad shot back.

“We shall see when THEY fully manifest their Force powers.”

“At least you FINALLY got the pronouns right this time...BITCH!”

Mother Talzin yanked her skirts out of Mad’s grasp disgustedly. The Nightsisters around her eyed each other nervously. Then one gasped loudly and pointed towards the baby. Mother turned her attention back to the newborn.

The baby’s bright amber eyes bore a hole through Mother Talzin. She could feel it probing her consciousness. Attempting to communicate. No words, of course but...images, feelings, something deeper...

The Vardo and Beldame streaked past the group at low altitude. The ships engaged their sound alarm systems, imitating angry beasts screaming above the people below. Their attempt to intimidate and catch the Nightsisters off guard. Many of them scattered for cover. Several stayed put with Mad.

Mother Talzin stood tall still staring with interest at the baby. The baby stared unflinchingly back at Mother Talzin. The horrifying sound from the approaching ships did not affect either of them.

The ships returned for another pass, flying even lower. Then again, and again...purposely toying with their newfound enemies.

When they had enough of the Nightsisters dispersed for cover, the Vardo quickly landed and dropped a group of Nomaadi mercenaries. Men and women clad in mismatched armor, their helmets in the shapes of angry snarling predatory biomechanical animals, fitted for night and thermal vision. Large blaster weapons trained upon Mother Talzin and in cover formation to ward off rear attack.

The Beldame continued to pass over the sky above them, shrieking like an angry beast. Then circling like a hungry shark. The ship’s weapons ready to blast ANYONE who dared come out from cover to intervene.

Mother Talzin and baby kept each other’s gaze.

The Nightsisters who planned to defect from Dathomir helped Mad up from the ground.

“Give me my child. I won’t ask again!”

Mother Talzin calmly reached into the pocket of her skirts. The Nomaadi braced themselves. Several engaged their weapons from stun to kill.

She pulled out something hidden in her hand, shook it, then tossed the contents at her feet. The Nomaadi Merc in front of her flinched, expecting an explosion or witch magic...

...several small, polished animal bones hit the ground, rolled, and laid to rest just short of his boots.

Mother Talzin regarded them silently. “You may have your child. But there is a cost...”

“It would have cost to let you KEEP my child! Don’t act like you’re doing do ME a favor.” The GALL of this woman.

“YOU will never know peace. If I or my son do not acquire your child, another entity shall.”

“WHO???”

“I cannot name it. SOMETHING that will gain power over everything in this galaxy. Something dark looming over the horizon of our days. It’s coming...and NO ONE can stop it.” With that she kissed the baby on the forehead and let them go.

Mad winced, as she expected her child to drop to the ground once they left Mother Talzin’s hands.

As the Night Witch stepped away, the baby hung in midair...levitating in place. Their eyes changing from bright amber to deep yellow green. Closer to the color of their mother’s.

Mad, with assistance from three Nightsisters, limped to her child and took the baby in her arms.

The Mercs kept position with their front man training his blaster on Mother Talzin as she wandered away into the Dathomirian night.

The Beldame swooped down, hovering 3 feet above the ground, gangplank opened to receive its crew. Mad and the Nightsisters quickly boarded.

The Merc crew of the Vardo, seeing the extraction successfull let their guard down. They didn’t come planning to kill ANYONE, unless extremely necessary. The fear Nomaadi had of the Dathomir Witches proved correct, unfortunately. The fear of their REVENGE.

No sooner had the Witches gotten Mad and her baby aboard then a fire fight broke out between the Nightsisters and Nomaadi Mercenaries. Green plasma fire, red blaster bolts, screams filled the air. SOMETHING huge hit the Vardo, and the ship exploded. Its concussive force rocked the Beldame violently...

...and one of the Witches staggered backward, falling out of the open hatch. Another tried to grab ahold of her and caught open air. Mad’s sister SHE caught the Nightsister before she too fell to her death.

The Beldame’s pilot: Uncle Taavy, struggled to close the gangplank quickly to not lose the rest of the crew. Then engaged the engines to leave the planet.

But the ship shook refusing to budge. He threw the ‘Dame into full throttle. Still it refused to engage. Uncle Taavy swore a string of curses in his Nomaadi tongue.

“What the Kark is happening!” SHE yelled.

The Nightsister in SHE’s arms replied “Mother Talzin and the Witches won’t let us leave.”

Both Witches looked terrified. Terrified of what Mother Talzin would do if they couldn’t escape.

Mad had enough of Maul and his Mother. She handed her baby to the second Nightsister now seated, and purposely strode to the back gunnery. Adrenaline and anger fueled her determination.

She climbed the gunnery and slid into the seat. Through the windscreen Mad witnessed Mother Talzin and the remaining Nightsisters holding back the Dread Beldame with their magic. Green plasma enveloped the ship. Mad ground her teeth in anger, engaged the blaster cannons and started firing away on them.

Mother Talzin blocked the blaster fire. It dissipated hitting nothing.

Mad screamed in anger, beating the walls of the ship with her fists. The space between her legs oozed blood, her breasts leaked milk...and her baby started to wail...for the first time.

The cry was strong and piercing...and angry. Everyone on the ship heard it.

And so did Mother Talzin. She seemed shocked to have done so and immediately stood down. Calling off the fellow Witches.

The ‘Dame shot forward quickly, as if let go by an invisible hand. Uncle Taavy whooped in glee, to be rid of this forsaken planet. He slammed the ship into high gear and hauled ass.

Mad and Mother Talzin locked eyes as the ‘Dame raced away. She swore she’d fight that bitch until the day one of them died. Nobody was taking her child away from her.

The adrenaline was wearing off and the burden of giving birth caught up to Mad. She slumped in the seat, feeling wetness between her legs and chest.

Sister SHE prevented Mad from falling onto the floor...

...Mad descended into darkness again...

Hunter laid on his bunk sifting through the events that transpired since he met Mad.

The throbbing pain between his legs, burning scratch on his face...the deep bite mark that FINALLY stopped bleeding.

His heart ached a bit too. Pain, love, lust, yearning, uncertainty...so much...felt like it would explode.

Cid’s words bounced around his head...paining him that she was possibly RIGHT. It was the ONLY accurate intel Cid had ever given him.

“Ya looking for a world of hurt, Bandana? “Cause that’s all you’re gonna get with that one.”

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heisenberg-simp257 · 1 year

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Hi !!! How are you ?

I have 4 requests for Heisenberg, here is the first one :

#122 “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

#145 "Just hold my hand and breathe through it."

#166 "Your opinion is important to me."

#199 “They won’t stop crying and, in a minute, I think I am going to start crying.”

Thanks you so much 🥰

I am well! Hope you are too!💖 Enjoy!

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The First of Many

A baby is an important first for many people, but with Heisenberg, it’s not the only first that you’re going to give him.

#122 “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

#145 "Just hold my hand and breathe through it."

#166 "Your opinion is important to me."

#199 “They won’t stop crying and, in a minute, I think I am going to start crying.”

If anyone told him that he would be here in life, he would’ve laughed and then killed them. Heisenberg was used to being alone. As far as he was concerned, he deserved it. He deserved loneliness after everything he’s done. However, again, he didn’t expect to be here in life.

“Ahh!” You screamed in agony.

Standing by your side as you gave birth to his baby.

A dream come true isn’t what he would call it, but it wasn’t like he never wanted this. It was unexpected, that’s the way to put it. Meeting you was expected as you were given to him by the villagers as an “offering” to appease him. Heisenberg thought the whole thing was stupidly pointless, and just left you to your own devices. You were plenty scared of him, something that did hurt his (non)existent feelings slightly.

One thing led to another, and you got to see that the real him wasn’t as scary as the villagers portrayed him to be. If anything, it was a mask he puts on to fool Mother Miranda and make her think he’s the loyal son she created. A mutual feeling of hating that woman led to you guys being friends, which slowly led to feelings, scaring the shit out of Heisenberg. Acting upon those feelings took a long time, but he eventually accepted you into his life. An accident happened, one he was willing to get rid of because he wanted no child to suffer here, but you insisted otherwise, leading you guys to where you are now.

“I...I can’t do this...” You panted, sweat dripping down your face as your swollen belly heaved with each breathe you took.

“Yes you can dammit. You have no choice.” Heisenberg growled at you before taking a breath to calm himself. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but he could tell you were giving up. And giving up was not something he was going to let you do.

“Just...” He took a second to get his thoughts together as he grabbed your hand again.

“Just hold my hand and breathe through it.” Heisenberg said in a much gentler and more encouraging tone. You gripped his hand like you said and winced, continuing to deal with the process of labor for at least an hour. But to you, it felt like several hours of nonstop vomit-inducing pain.

However, at last, you could hear the cries of your baby.

“Took you long enough...” You said, voice full of love as you finally got to the hold the little being that’s been giving you so much trouble. The baby lay against your chest, letting out little whimpers here and there.

“That’s how you know he’s my son.” Heisenberg said with a slight grin as he cleaned up the area. Blood and sweat don’t bother him one bit, but you don’t need to be sitting surrounded by that, especially the baby.

“Yeah, taking his sweet time.” You said while sticking your tongue out at the man in the room. He didn’t even look at you but waved you off regardless. Heisenberg knew well enough what you were doing. But he was right, the baby did look a lot like him.

Stormy grey eyes and a furrowed irritated looking face peeked up at you from your chest, a tiny hand holding onto your shirt so tightly as he begged silently for warmth. You reached over to grab another blanket, placing it over the tiny being as he snuggled more into your chest.

“I know we didn’t talk about it...but he needs a name.” You said to Heisenberg, who just got done cleaning up the area and getting you fresh clothes, which you will put on later. He came back over to stare at his son, tilting his head slightly.

You guys didn’t really discuss names because the situation just wasn’t really ideal. He didn’t want anyone knowing about the baby, but on top of that, Heisenberg wasn’t really one to bring it up. Perhaps it was because domestic things like this weren’t his forte and he felt a bit uncomfortable. Whatever the reason, it didn’t really matter. The baby was here now, and he needed a name.

“You carried him for all this time...it’s up to you.” He said before moving back a bit. You gave him a look.

“That’s not how it works.” You told him with a frown, cradling the baby. Heisenberg merely shrugged, looking a bit uneasy as he shifted weight from foot to foot.

“You did the bulk of the work, therefore, my opinion should matter less.” He retorted, but you just glared at him. Why was he being like this? This is about his son for goodness sake.

“Your opinion is important to me.” You scolded him, voice strong and motherly. Heisenberg’s jaw tensed as he looked away. However, the tension caused the baby to whimper and cry again. You guys as new parents jumped at the sudden sound.

“Here. Take him.” You ordered the man, and Heisenberg had no room to argue because you practically shoved the baby into his arms while you got up to change, wincing slightly. You needed to get into fresh clothes before feeding him.

He wasn’t expecting a newborn to be so light.

This was his first time holding a baby. In fact, this was really his first time ever seeing a baby. Heisenberg shifted his arms several times till he felt like his son was secure in his arms. It was strange. For something he never thought he’d have or care about, Heisenberg was sure cautious of his hold on his boy. But still, the baby wouldn’t stop.

“He won’t stop crying and, in a minute, I think I am going to start crying.” Heisenberg muttered as he tried shifting his arms around again, causing the child to protest more.

“Support the head!” You shouted over the cries as you got changed.

Immediately, Heisenberg maneuvered in a way that had his son’s head in the crook of his arm. The baby was still crying, but it wasn’t as loud. Out of instinct, the father started to shush and rock his son, which seemed to do the trick. Apparently, the baby wasn’t hungry as of now, as he soon calmed down in his father’s arms.

Heisenberg couldn’t stop the smile on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.” Your voice interrupted the tender moment. He looked up to see you in new clothes, staring at him with a slight smile of your own.

Truthfully, it was probably the first time you’ve ever seen him involuntary smile. All the other times were forced or when he was teasing you. Even all the times when you guys were being sweet on the other, he still wouldn’t smile. Just have this softer look in his eyes.

But now, he couldn’t stop himself. To see someone so innocent and untainted, someone who loved him unconditionally and looked up to him as a good person, it just made his heart melt.

In a way that it’s never have before.

“I...I guess...he...” Heisenberg was a flustered loss for words as you caught him during such a soft moment. You simply smiled. There could be another time for teasing. Right now, you were just proud and happy to see him accept his place as a father and acknowledge his baby.

“You’re more comfortable with him than you thought, aren’t you?” You asked while walking over, coming to place your arm around him and rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“S/N.”

“Hm?”

“I want to name him S/N.” Heisenberg repeated, and you slowly smiled. From wanting nothing to do with the name, to naming the baby himself. In the span of a hour, Heisenberg has become a totally different man.

“I love it. Nice job.” You complimented him, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Glad I got the mother’s approval.” He said with a chuckle in which you started laughing as well. However, the attention on each other has made one person a little irritated, and they made it known.

And this time, the cries were more needy.

“Like father like son.” You said with a bit of a laugh, but Heisenberg quickly gave the baby to you.

“Your turn.” He said before walking off as you began to feed the baby, who was indeed hungry this time. Heisenberg had soon vanished, leaving you with S/N, but you knew he needed and deserved a break, even if he didn’t do a bulk of the work you were doing.

After all, for the desolate man who took years to admit that he loved you, Heisenberg would have a lot to get used to.

And you allowed him all the time he needed.

Anything just to see him smile at his son like that again.

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Creatures of Glory

Loki (x Reader)

A/N: When I started writing this, it was supposed to be something with an ‘etheral’ vibe, based on the feeling I get when I listen to ‘Creatures of Glory’ by halfalive... I just did a little mistake and listened to ‘romantic homicide’ by d4vd so it became a little more depressing... hope you like it anyway

warnings: angst, very emotional (for me at least), bittersweet ending

word count: 3.257

Likes, comments, reblogs and notes are always appreciated! <3

It had started as a normal difference of opinions, a quarrel that occurred multiple times a day. Loki was used to it by now that anything he said or believed in would be ridiculed by his stoic father. But tonight, during dinner time it had escalated yet again.

Odin had yelled at Loki, had berated his decisions about everything and had accused him of malice towards the crown. The table grew uncomfortably quiet as Odin sighed deeply as if he was the one being persecuted at the moment.

“It is time you concentrate on a more important matter, child.” Odin declared exhausted, “Your brother will be king very soon and what are you doing? Wasting your time in the palace library.”

“I’m training, too,” Loki interjected hurt.

“The little hobby your mother taught you is no comparison to the blood and sweat Thor puts into his training, even in his free time! And what do you do?”

“Broaden my horizon about other cultures,” Loki mumbled under his breath, the fork lazily dragging over his plate. His hunger had been gone even before dinner had been served.

“Speak up!” Odin commanded sharply.

“I only try to educate myself further, father.” Loki tried to sound as calm as possible as he met Odin’s gaze. Odin’s hearty laughter was unsettling.

“Your claimed education makes you soft!” his face contorted in disgust, “You could spend your time so much wiser! Haven’t your books told you that? During the time you waste with ancient scriptures that are outdated, you could train your agility! It is time that you think like a royal! How can your knowledge of books benefit our people? How will they help once a hostile tribe decides to invade our home? Will you throw books at them in hopes they will cut themselves on the edges of the paper?”

“There are many ways in which books are hel-“

“Enough!” Odin yelled, cutting Loki off, “You will stop submerging your mind in these books you call entertainment! And if I must ban you from the library.”

Loki’s eyes widened in horror at Odin’s threat. One of the few places he had to escape from his confinement of people who simply didn’t care to understand him would be robbed of him just like that. His helpless look panned to Frigga in the hope she would appease her seething husband as she always did. But when her hand slid over the table to cover Odin’s hand, Loki already feared the worst.

“Your father only means well, son,” she spoke softly but her words hurt more than a million daggers piercing his heart. She agreed with Odin.

Loki gulped hard and nodded in defeat. He excused himself from the table, scurrying back to his chamber. He felt the anger rise in his chest and a heavy lump forming in his throat as he hurried through the corridors of the palace. He barely made out his surroundings as his glassy eyes blurred his view. The last thing he wanted now was to be seen by a servant who would surely spread the new gossip all around the palace.

As the heavy doors of his room shut behind him all the anguish left his lungs as he broke down to his knees. He felt taken back to his teenage years when the ‘rebellious kid’ had been humiliated in front of the entire council as he had asked a sensible question about Odin’s resolution. He had heard Odin yell a lot in his teens, but he had never heard him yell that long. Several days went by before Odin calmed down and Loki was tolerated in his presence again.

As he got older Loki realised that he had never been rebellious. In Odin’s eyes, he had always been guilty of treasonous thoughts. The aching truth was that Loki could’ve breathed just a little too loudly and Odin would’ve found treason in the way he had inhaled. No matter what he did, he could have never pleased his father.

Loki’s chest heaved as he angrily got up to his feet again. He couldn’t continue living like this, confined in a house where everyone only looked out for themselves, never even considering the needs or feelings of others. Loki gulped hard, the clump in his throat hurting. He needed space, this instant. He hurriedly grabbed his winter cloak, escaping over the railing of his balcony into the night. He knew exactly where he was headed, to the mountains that already called for him. The only place left for him in this god-forsaken realm that felt even remotely like a home, a safe haven.

Loki still remembered the first time it had given him comfort, back when he still was just a young boy. Thor and Loki often spend their days with their friends in the mountains of Asgard, playing their pretend games in the forest and the meadows that lead up to the highest point of the kingdom. On one particular day, they had played hide and seek. Loki had found the perfect hiding spot, excitedly waiting for the others to find him last. But when his legs started to hurt from crouching after what must’ve been hours and the sun had started to set accompanied by a cool breeze that tousled through the leaves, Loki’s anticipation of them finding him dwindled until they were smothered entirely. They had forgotten him.

Loki had strayed through the woods for another hour, calling out for his brother and friends, but to no response. It wasn’t the first time that they hadn’t bothered looking for him, but they had never left him behind before. He still felt the tears that rolled down his cheeks that day, as he tried to call out their names in between hiccups, bleakness arising deep down in him. That was the first time he realised that he would not only be a side character to his father, but to everyone else that played a role in his life. He just couldn’t understand why. Frigga had always told him that he was a loveable and valuable person, but why did nobody treat him like one then? When all his tears had been shed, he shuffled further into the forest. He had no intention of going home any time soon.

When Loki reached the rocky clearing that led up to the highest mountain his heart skipped a beat. An unfamiliar sensation suddenly spread through his veins. Had someone called his name? He listened carefully as he tried to make out the source. As his eyes roamed over the boulders before him, they got stuck at the sun-soaked clearing high up a stony path. He couldn’t quite describe why, but for some reason he felt compelled to climb up to it, as if the sunbathed clearing was drawing him in, enticing him to continue until he reached the top.

Once he overcame the last boulder and pulled himself up on the large ledge, he was awe-struck. He got to his feet, slowly walking towards the edge. The view was breathtaking as he was able to look over the entire Kingdom. He sat down, his legs dangling over the edge, as he watched the sun go down and the sky bled from red into blue. Hours later he had come back to his senses, a blanket covering his shoulders, when he realised that he had to be home a while ago. Hastily he hurried back home, worried about the reaction of his mother and father – but when he arrived at the palace, it seemed like no one had taken notice of his absence.

Ever since then, Loki had found comfort in his personal safe space up in the mountains. He made sure to tell no one of his special place nor be followed by anyone. But then again it was easy for him since he became more invisible to everyone with each passing day.

Loki couldn’t count the times he had sat here, watching the stars, whenever living at the palace had just become too much. Here he would find peace. It felt peculiar, sometimes he even questioned his own mind. His powers seemed to be in harmony up here, summoning blankets or treats before he even could think of it. As if a higher power was looking out for him, reading his every need in his heart as if it was an open book. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought, that someone was watching him, staying by his side in his most vulnerable moments, looking out to comfort him. Sometimes he would still feel this inexplicable force he had felt the day he had found this place, creep up his spine.

The most peculiar thing though happened whenever he fell asleep up there. The dreams he’d experienced felt more like memories, but when he woke up he was sure, that he had never experienced these situations ever before. Still, they felt as if they would happen one day. From time to time the same person would appear in them. He couldn’t quite make them out in his hazy dreams, he never got to know their name either, but they felt like home. Like someone Loki could trust without a single doubt of their loyalty to him. And no matter what crazy adventure came their way in his dreams, they were always at his side, looking after him and helping him through each obstacle after another.

Loki often times asked himself what these dreams meant. He soon came to the conclusion, that this spot brought out his deepest wishes and desires. He knew no matter how often he would claim that he did not need anybody, he was aware that he lied to himself. Because all he wished for was someone to understand him, see him for who he truly was and love him unconditionally. Someone who wouldn’t forget about him so easily and be there for him when he needed comfort the most. Someone just for him - a soulmate.

A stone suddenly buckled under his feet but like a miracle, a branch reached out and Loki grabbed it just in time. Loki sighed deeply as his mind focused back on reality. Soon he would be back at his place of tranquillity. He halted for a moment as he took a deep breath, trying to clear his head before he would continue his ascent. A silly argument was nothing worth dying for because of a misstep which would throw him into the throat of the canyon. It hadn’t been the brightest idea to run from the palace on the coldest night on Asgard but then again, Loki hadn’t chosen to fight with Odin tonight either.

The cool night air that was blowing around his body and piercing through the thick material of his leather garb would be soon forgotten and replaced by the warmth of his inner peace. The wind tousled in his locks as he climbed the mountain determined again. His nose was already bright red, he couldn’t even feel his ears anymore. With every meter, he climbed up the mountain his fingers began to get stiff.

As he climbed onto the ledge with the last ounce of his strength, he huffed exhausted. He brushed his hair out of his face as he tried to catch his breath. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling brighter than they had in a while. Loki let himself fall onto the ground a few meters away from the edge. His gaze wandered over the peaks of the trees as he patiently waited for the calm to wash over him just as it did so many times before. A blanket appeared around his shoulders, and he chuckled bitterly. Something about this gesture felt more taunting to him than before. After all, what was the point in searching for comfort with nobody around able to provide it? Loki had always reckoned that one day his only solace would disappear as well. He just thought he had more time until that dreaded day would arrive.

All the overwhelming feelings from the past seemed to add onto another, threatening to crush him then and there. He felt so alone, isolated from everybody. A shiver ran over his body, the blanket not helping at all. Anger started to burn in his belly. Now even his only retreat was gone, taken from him because… he did not know why. He couldn’t recall what awful thing he had done to be robbed of his last comfort. He couldn’t understand why the gods seemed to hate him this much. All he had the audacity to ask for was to be seen by someone. To be loved just as much as Thor was.

“Is it too much to ask?” he angrily cried out into the night. His teeth clenched together tightly as he felt his heart being pulled apart.

“It’s not fair.” he huffed towards the ground. Tears filled his eyes instantly as if they had waited for their queue. Loki swallowed hard as he shook his head. His head fell onto his palms, his fingers tugging at his strands of hair. Loki let go of his perfectly crafted façade that was crumbling rapidly now, all his anguish and desperation breaking through the restraints, making him a sobbing mess.

He didn’t even notice at first when the black night sky suddenly lit up in a bright flash. The wind around Loki quickly picked up, whirling him around. Startled Loki slowly looked up from his palms. The stars started to burn even brighter, illuminating his surroundings as if it was daytime. Loki protectively covered his face with his arm, as he jumped to his feet to get away from the edge.

Would the gods punish him for his ungratefulness?

Before his eyes, the stars began to expand in a line until they connected. A crack emerged in the firmament. Loki’s eyes widened in shock as he watched closely as something appeared from behind the night sky. A face?

"Who are you?" Loki tried to bark at the sky but the wavering in his voice betrayed the fear that spread through his limbs and threatened to choke him.

'Don't be afraid' a sweet melodic voice resounded through his head. Loki turned around hectically, trying to find the source of the voice.

"This can't be real." his breath threatened to get out of hand as he fell back to his knees, cowering on the ground while he covered his face.

'Loki, you're safe.' the voice tingled in his thoughts. The indescribable calmness he had waited for finally washed over him as the storm around him subsided as well. Suddenly he could breathe freely again, with no sign of panic left. He slowly removed his hands from over his eyes as he glanced up into the night sky.

"You're beautiful." he gasped in awe as he observed them in the sky, their eyes twinkling in the most beautiful y/e/c he had ever seen, "Are you God?"

A chuckle flit through his mind before it resounded: 'Far from it.'

"Who are you then?"

'A friend.'

“Of whom?”

‘Of you.’ echoed through his body. Loki's eyes widened as he connected the dots.

"All these years... was that you?" suddenly everything fell into place for him. The sleepless nights he had endured just to be greeted by a steaming hot mug of his favourite tea. The decisions he made even though they had never occurred to him until he had decided on them, “But why?”

‘Because you're special to me.'

"I?" he asked bewildered.

‘Yes you, you silly prince.’ the voice's hearty laughter made Loki’s heart skip a beat.

“What's your name?” he asked fidgetily, but it was silent for a while, “Please, let me know my guardian angel's name.”

‘My name is Y/N.’

"Y/N" Loki repeated slowly, “Such a beautiful name.”

‘Thank you.’ Y/N chuckled abashed.

“Tell me, Y/N. Why did you show yourself to me tonight?” Loki asked tentatively.

‘Because you needed someone.’ Y/N’s voice brushed over Loki like a soothing hug, ‘Someone to tell you that you’re not alone and loved by many.’

“How would you know that?” Loki asked astonished.

‘Because I do as well.’ To see Y/N’s warm smile, made Loki’s cheeks heat up, ‘You mean so much to a lot of people, an uncountable number.’

“But what do they see in me?” Loki asked bewildered, feeling conflicted by their praise.

‘Because you give them hope. There are so many who struggle with life and the circumstances they were born in as well. And they look up to you, they find comfort in you.’

“They really do?”

‘Yes. They would do anything to give you a hug or just be able to speak to you. To treat you just like you deserve, with unconditional love and affection.’

“But I did nothing to deserve it.” Tears brimmed in his eyes again.

‘You did so much.’ Y/N sniffed, ‘You helped so many people overcome their fears, and helped them to build healthy boundaries with their friends and family.’

“I did?”

‘And so much more.’ Y/N nodded, ‘Loki, you are loved and appreciated by all of us. You’re perfect just the way you are.’

“Wow.” Loki huffed as he shuffled towards the edge, sitting down to let his feet swing over like he had done so many times. He was still processing what was going on, trying to decipher if this was really happening or if he had fallen to his death earlier when he had ascended the mountain.

“Am I... dead?” blurted from his

‘No,’ Y/N hushed him, but their sad smile gave away, that they knew something he did not.

“Will I die soon?” he couldn’t help but ask.

‘I cannot tell you that.’ Y/N gulped, ‘But even when the day comes, you'll always stay alive in my heart forever.’

“And you will be with me then?” he asked through tears.

‘Until the very last breath you take.’ Y/N confirmed again.

‘ Loki, can you promise me something?’ Y/N’s voice made him look back up to the sky.

“Of course!”

‘Please never doubt your worth. You’re not a freak of nature and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are deserving of love and affection and all kinds of good things.’ Loki nodded eagerly.

“Will I remember this?” Loki suddenly asked fearfully, unsettled by the idea he might forget this the second Y/N was gone.

‘Deep down you'll keep this as a faint memory of a dream.’ Y/N reassured him warmly. Loki nodded thoughtfully when the wind around him started to pick up again, howling in his ears.

“Wait, please don't go!” Loki watched leaves tousle around him, the panic he felt earlier returning, “Please don’t leave me.”

‘I'll never leave you.’ Y/N’s voice resounded firm yet calming, ‘I’m always near you Loki, I won't ever leave you alone. Never.’

“Will we see each other again?" he asked woefully.

'We’ll see us in your dreams again,' Y/N assured. Loki nodded torpidly as it sank in.

“Thank you,” he whispered only over a breath as he watched the firmament slowly close again. He didn’t miss the sad smile that Y/N mustered up, a single tear rolling down their cheeks, falling through the gap just before it closed. Heavy clouds pushed themselves over the sky, releasing the water they had carried. Loki let the droplets drench him as he longingly stared up to the sky, his chest was overflowing with love yet he didn’t understand where it had come from.

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Chapter 1: Make it out

"An escape to meet others like me means breaking down connections such as what happens within"

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I open my eyes, I am standing in the middle of the ocean near my house. The breeze was strong, the sky was a dark grey, and the waves of the ocean were big and dangerous. It was almost like a typhoon. Something didn't feel right at all. In fact, it was like another presence was there with me. The wind blew stronger, I felt like it was about to push me, but for some reason, it didn't.

I look around only to see nothing but the whole ocean surrounding me. But then I hear a voice and I recognise it, it was my mom's. "Isla tulungan mo ako please" (Isla please help me). I froze I haven't heard her voice since I was 8 years old, the words kept repeating.

I slowly turn to the direction of her voice but it was too late the water around me became blood and I started to hear sobbing. I tried to move but for some reason I was stuck, it was like being trapped in a box or something. Then I tried to scream, nothing came out. Then my mom appeared infront of me looking at me, angrily.

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I woke up. I look around me and suddenly felt safe to see that it was my room that I saw. I tried to calm myself down by doing the breathing exercises my aunt told me to do. My forehead was covered with sweat and tears started to form in my eyes. I continue to do the breathing exercises until I finally calmed down.

"It was one of those dreams again." I sighed as I get the glass of water I prepared for myself in case something like this happens again. These days it's becoming more and more frequent for some reason.

I put the glass down and looked at my phone. It was 2:30 am, it was the time of day once again. I leave my phone and start preparing for my daily swim. Normally I would do this in my family pool but there isn't a crime in doing this in the ocean, but my extended family thinks of it as a crime. Maybe this is the time to prove them wrong.

"Vitamins are taken, My temperature is normal and regulated, skin checked. Alright time for my swim." I say as I go downstairs and head for the front door.

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I get out of the house and lock my door. I put my keys in a pot of plants, knowing no one will get it since I'm mostly the one who takes care of the garden. Then I head out into the ocean. The night was cold, and I shivered as I walked down the beach since I was only wearing a robe.

The dream I had would have been a sign, people will think it would be a sign to not get into the water but I knew that it was definitely a warning for something else. The dreams keep coming back, I haven't had them since I was 18 but they came back 6 years later. I start to think to myself as to why they came back but then stop when realised I was already at the spot.

Thankfully this part of the beach is private property of ours. I look around me to see if maybe a family member was out or if someone came looking for me but thankfully no one came looking for me. I took off my robe and walked into the ocean nude.

My body then started transforming. Scales appeared in several parts of my body, and gils started to appear. My hands started becoming webbed, and most importantly, my tail, yes I am indeed a Serena (Filipino siren). My mother was a siren. She was also famous as she caught people's attention in her siren form.

I look at webbed hands only to see how poor the condition of my siren form was, my webbed hands were stiff and slimy unlike a healthy Serena where it is flexible and rubber like, my gils felt clogged and I couldn't breathe properly, and lastly my tail and scales they were loosing their original color from a bright red tail to a Grayish pink. I knew I wasn't crazy. The pool that my aunt kept me in since they thought it was safer was more dangerous than they thought.

The pool chemical were killing my siren form slowly, but they wouldn't see the problem. A Serena needs natural minerals from natural bodies of water in order to maintain our fish like bodies. 'Hopefully, I have enough time before they wake up to at least help myself in this form,' I thought as I began swimming around

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It has almost been four hours at most. My Serena form started to heal almost immediately, but I knew it still wasn't enough. I explored parts of the ocean that was near the beach, the oceans in the Phillippines are so polluted I wasted nearly half my time picking up trash and objects from the ocean floor. There was nothing exciting about swimming in that area since there was nearly no fish or anything, but I knew I had to stay just for my own health.

Another hours passed and I was relaxing on the ocean floor when all of a sudden I saw a familiar boat, my cousins boat. I immediately swam up since I knew they were already looking for me.

"Isla, Isla!! Isla bumalik ka na, galit na si tita!!"(Isla, come back, Auntie is getting mad already) I heard from underwater before popping my head out.

"Nandito na ako, bakit naman sila galit eh kailangan ko naman talaga ng tubig para mabuhay" (I'm here already, why are they even mad when I really do need water to survive) complained. My cousin then pulled me up and gave me a robe.

"Eh kasi naman alam mo may mga mangingisda na dumadaan dito. Baka makuha ka at ibebenta ka sa palengke sa Presyong 100k" (Well, because you know that there are fishermen who pass by here. Maybe they'll catch you and sell in the market for the price of 100k) My cousin joked, and I just kicked him while he was rowing back to our house.

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We finally reached the shore of our house, and to no one's surprise my aunt was there, full on ready to scold.

"Anak ng tokneneng, ilang bese ka na sinabihan Isla na wag na wag kang lumangoy sa dagat. May swimming pool naman tayo bat di mo yun gamitin?" (Son of a bitch, how many times do we have to tell you not to swim into the ocean. We have swimming pool, why dont you use that?) My aunt said.

"Tita sinasabi ko naman sainyo na kailangan ko ang tubig ng dagat para lang di masira ang Serena form ko eh. Lagi kong sinasabi sainyo di kayo naniniwala." (Auntie, I already told you over and over that I really need the oceans water just so that my Serena form won't fall ill. I keep telling you all, but you guys don't believe me.) I said as I started to walk into the house.

"Isla ano ba, alam mo naman may mga mangisngisda dumadaan doon. Gusto mo ba mamatay?" (Isla, what is it with you? You already know that fishermen pass there. Do you want to die?) My aunt yelled as I went into the garden and grabbed my keys from the pot.

"Eh pinapatay niyo na nga ako ng onti onti sa pool na sinasabing niyong mas safe. Tita, namamatay na nga yung Serena form ko di niyo ba nakikita?" (Well, you guys are already killing me bit by bit in the pool that you guys say is safer for me. Auntie, my Serena form is dying, don't you see?) I yelled as I approached our front door.

"Oo nakikita ko pero isipin mo naman kami, di kami Serena kagaya ng mama mo at baka patayin ka pa pag may makikita sayo. Kung sana lang may lugar talaga na para sa mga Serena lang talaga eh o kahit anong monster na kagaya mo puntahan namin para sayo. Kaso wala eh wala tayo magawa." (Yes, I see it, but think about how we feel, we're not Serenas like your mom, and it's possible that you can die just from someone else seeing you. If only there was a place for just you as a Serena or maybe even other monsters, we would go there just for you. But there isn't and there's nothing we can do.) Aunt said before giving me a towel and some slippers.

"Kung meron ako mahanap na Lugar para saakin kung saan di ako papatayin, papayagan niyo ba ako pumunta doon?" (If there was a place that I found that it just for me, where I can't be killed, will you allow me to go there?) I said as I dried my hair with the towel. "Oo, bibigyan kita ng pera para pumunta doon. Pero parang impossible eh. (Yes, I'll give you money just to go there. But it's just impossible.) My aunt said going inside our house.

'I don't think it's impossible. I'm not the only creature in this world. There has to be a place. I'll research on it after work.' I thought to myself as I headed inside my house.

"Ate Isla kakain ka po ng pang umaga?" (Isla will you eat breakfast?) My younger cousin said as he sat down on our dinner table. "Sorry but I still have to prepare for work," I said as I looked at the clock it was 7:12.

"Work from home ka naman, okay lang yan ah. Di mo naman na kailangan maligo." (It's just work from home, though. That's just okay already. You dont need to take a bath) My cousin teased. "Kuya naman," I said as I was still drying my hair.

"Isla, bakit ka parin nag oonline sa trabaho mo na yan? Diba pwede ka naman mag face to face sa trabaho mo?" (Isla, why are you still online in that job of yours? Aren't you allowed to have it f2f?) My cousin said. "Eh kasi naman si tita ayaw ipa face to face ako. Tsaka, just being safe lang siguro." (Well, because Auntie doesn't want me to go face to face. And you know just being safe, I guess.) I said as I walked up the stairs.

Once I was in my bedroom, I could hear my auntie complaining about me, how insensitive I was, how irresponsible I was, I was already used to how she was so I gave it no mind but it still bothered me so much that I just decided work will take my mind off it.

I prepared myself for work, took a bath, and set up my workspace but not without greeting my boyfriend, Mark, I our usual good-morning texts, we've been distant these days but I know that it was because of our work, who would've guessed that a model and an online psychiatrist would have a loving relationship.

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Timeskip

It was about my lunch time, I knew that my cousins were out and so was my auntie so I was eating lunch alone or was I? I thought of maybe calling my boyfriend for lunch, we used to do that when he was travelling but when I opened his message I saw that he didn't answer my text this morning. I just thought he was busy, so I just went ahead and heated up the leftovers that were left from breakfast and went back to work immediately.

Another hour passed I was finishing up with a regular client of mine when my phone to started to ring in the middle, I was about to decline it when my client and said that it was okay for me to answer since it might be important. I thanked the client and looked at my phone to see who was calling. It was Mark.

'Finally, maybe he's going to ask me out after my shift." I thought to myself as I answered the phone.

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"Love! Kamusta naman?" (Love! How are you?) I said excitingly, but then I heard him sigh, my stomach dropped, and I already sensed that this may not be good.

"Fine, but we have to talk. When does your shift end?" He said coldly, I don't know what's going on. Did something happen to him? I quickly removed those thoughts.

"The session that I'm having right now will end around 3:00. I could meet you by then. Where will we meet?" I said trying to control my voices, my siren senses and gut feeling are telling the same thing. This will not end well, his change of tone, the way he has distance himself from you in any way unlike before, the way he just sees your messages but never replies. It's all leading to one thing, a breakup.

"I'll go to your house by then." He sighed. I start shaking, I wasn't prepared for this. I have been so avoidant of love until I met him and we've been together for so long ever since my last year of highschool. We knew that our career paths would make it harder for us but I didn't think it would lead to this. Even if he hadn't said it yet, you already know that it's coming, it's coming to an end.

"Alright, be safe driving. I love you." I said with a trembly voice, everything started to become blurry. It felt like more weight was put on your shoulders. "Okay." I heard him say while he hanged up the phone.

I was about to breakdown by then but I knew I still had a job, I took a deep breath and went back to my client. I knew myself well enough that after that phone call, I'm not going to be myself at my work but I thought that maybe just maybe I could at least put in decent effort just for my client.

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3 pm came, I was hoping that time would stop at that very moment. While you were having that session, you couldn't help but pray that the minutes would go slower. I pray that he would change his mind on the way there, but you thought wrong. I saw the notification. He was there already.

I was hesitant to go down, I already knew what was about to happen, but I still didn't want to face it since I loved him so much, more than I know. But then I told myself that maybe if I pull through this quicker, the faster I have to go through it. I took a deep breath and headed outside.

Once I was there, I saw him. His face was showing little to no emotion. The hope that I held on suddenly disappeared, just by looking at his face. It wasn't like the first time he came to my house, where I ran to him with joy and excitement. Now I could barely move. I slowly approached him, and each step felt like I was going towards a cliff. Then suddenly I was in front of him, this felt like I was on the edge of that cliff.

"Isla, I think you know where this is going already. I know you have strengthened senses from your Serena nature from my call earlier." Mark said as he brought a box.

"Just say it already, I know we fell apart from our careers and I know there isn't anything I can do anymore. Even after I tried so hard to keep what we had." I said as I look at the box he was holding.

"No... it's not because we fell apart." He sighed. I look at him, senses were picking up an emotion that wasn't supposed to be in this. Guilt. Maybe he was guilty for falling out of love with me, I told myself to wait patiently for him to speak.

"Isla, I'm so sorry... I cheated on you. I cheated on you with another model who I worked with and now she's pregnant." He said as he gave me the box. Everything around me felt like it dropped. I wanted to scream, to punch him, to cry, but I couldn't. My mind was blank, the only thing I could think about were the possibilities of who he cheated on me with.

"So you're breaking up with me just because she's pregnant? Why didn't you do so sooner?" I asked with a shaky voice, but I really did mean that question. He was already cheating on me. Why did he wait until the girl got pregnant just to break it off? I think it was obvious by now since he always said he wanted a family, but did he really have to cheat for that? I was willing to be a bride for him anyway. I was ready.

"Isla, I'll be honest with you whenever I thought about a future with you. I felt uncomfortable with the fact that my child wasn't going to be like the other kids. You told me you spent your life avoiding kids in the streets since you were always afraid that once they find out that you're a Serena, you'll be killed." He explained.

"Cut the crap. Just say that you want a normal family with a normal woman. After everything we've been through. Did that all mean nothing to you?" I yelled, starting to feel tears going down.

"No. I just really want this, and you're just not.... you're too focused on work. And I may not be a Serena, but I feel like something bigger is coming for you in your job." He paused to look at his watch. It was 3:13 pm, 13 minutes passed, but to me, it felt like a whole hour. I don't know how to feel now, am I supposed to be angry? Am I supposed to be sad? Was I even supposed to feel anything? Fuck, I don't know.

"I'm sorry but this is the end for us Isla. I'm so sorry but I have to go, we both still have jobs to do but be safe hope you find another person who loves you." He said as he patted my shoulders. I looked at him and nodded, I didn't know what to say at that moment. He went into his car and began to drive off.

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As his car began to drove off. I began to breakdown, all of the emotions that I held onto for so long have finally left me. Betrayed, hurt, and empty was all I could feel.

"Isla?" I turned around to see my cousin standing behind me. I started to wonder if he saw the whole thing. "Diba sasakyan yun ni Mark? Ano nangyare.." (Isn't that the car of Mark? What happened...) He paused when he looked at me. Tears would not stop falling. I suddenly felt him hug me, then grabbed my arm slowly so that he could bring me inside.

"Kuya...." I sighed. He put me down on the couch and pulled out a tub of ice cream. "Buti nalang naiisipan bumili ng ice cream. Nagcracrave kasi ako eh nung ko papunta na ako dito. Teka lang, wag ka muna mag kwento kunin ko muna ang mga kutsara at baso." (It's good that I thought of buying ice cream. I was craving it while I was going back here. Wait for a while, don't tell me just yet. I'll just get the spoons and cups.) He said as he stood up and went to our kitchen. I'm thankful that he was here by the time Mark left because knowing how he looked at me as his sister instead of cousin, he would've beaten Mark up.

"Eto na. Yung mas malaki na baso para lang sayo." (Here it is. The bigger cup just for you.) He gave the cup and spoon. "Now, tell me what's going on? I'll just speak English for this one for you to know the therapy vibe." He joked, trying to make me feel better, which did make me giggle a bit.

"Mark and I broke up..... but he also revealed to me one thing." I whispered with a shaky voice. My cousin then looked at me as he was scooping the tub of ice cream, silently asking me for an explanation. "Turns out, he was cheating on me, and now he got the girl pregnant." I explained. My tears were starting to come out once more, and all the thoughts came back to me, but just then, I was cut off by spoon falling.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him. I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP WITH HIM" My cousin yelled as he stood up and marched through the door. I stood up quickly wiping my tears and grabbed him. "Kuya please. Tapos na, umalis na siya at di na rin yan babalik dito." (Kuya please. It's done, he left and he won't come back here ever.) I pleaded with him because I know him well to know that he would get his hands bloody just to protect me but in that moment I just really needed him to comfort me because I was about to breakdown again and I did since I started sobbing and feeling my tears.

Then it was like he read my mind since he just hugged me and brought me back to couch. Usually we would talk about what our problems were and how to fix it but all I needed right now was a distraction from all this. I was so thankful he bought ice cream since it really was comfort food. We just both sat there in silence enjoying our ice cream and the others company.

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"You know.." I turned to my cousin who finally spoke up after half an hour of silence. "Right Auntie told you that if there was a place just for you or any monster in this world, she would do anything for you to be there." I look at him with sudden excitement because my senses were telling me he was going to show me something.

"Well... I have to show you something!" He exclaimed while grabbed his laptop out of his bag. "I hope the ice cream didn't make it wet." He whispered as he got his laptop out of his bag. "You could've just told me to get my laptop upstairs you know that?" I jokingly asked. "That wouldn't make it special." He stated as he started to open his laptop. I started to question what the hell he was going to show since he looks really excited to show mr what he found, he was typing somewhat aggressively on his laptop which made me even more curious.

"Here!" He said turning his laptop to me. I looked at his laptop and it showed me a school website, the school name was Nevermore. I took a closer look at his laptop to see all of the details, the more I read the more excited I get. It was like a finding a part of you, you didn't think exists, feeling like this is finally your place, feeling like you finally found the answers to you problem. "This.. is amazing! Kuya, where did you find this?" I asked excitingly while scrolling the page even more.

"My coworker told me she recently came back from a trip to Vernont and stumbled across that school. She told everything about it or at least everything she heard from people from the town that was located in." He explained. That's when I looked at the location of the school. It was in America, meaning I could possibly go there with my own money. "I don't know.... what will Auntie think?" I asked since I was worried that despite her words from this morning, she would not allow me to go.

"Sabi niya nga, kung may mahanap kang lugar para sayo dun ka na daw. Kunin mo na ah may job application sila o, tignan mo." (Well, didn't she say if there was a place for you, you'll be there. Take the chance already there's a job application going on, look.) He pointed at the website, and I took a closer look at it to see that there was an opening for a guidance counsellor.

"Wait, why is there an opening for a guidance counsellor position if there's literally a therapist they visit in the town that are located in?" I asked, scrolling to the part of the oage where it showed that they have a therapist they could console to named, Dr. Valerie Kinbott.

"Di ko rin ngay alam. Tanongin mo nalang pag ininterview ka." (I really don't know as well. Maybe you could ask when you get interviewed) He answered. I just nodded my head but then I looked at him with surprise when I realised what he said. "Anong interview?" (What interview?) I asked nearly shouting because of how surprised I was.

He looked at me for a second and laughed. "Surprise! I got you an interview for that job. It's going to be this Friday, do your best." He answered while patting my shoulders . I look at him with wide eyes, not knowing how he did it. "Well, to explain this, I kind of hacked into your work email and emailed the school during lunch since I know that's the time you don't check emails. It was wrong, but like this is a really great opportunity for you." He explained. I looked at him mouth agape, so many things had happened within the past day, honestly it's overwhelming.

"Thank you kuya, buti nalang na Wednesday ngayon at Friday yung interview para may ako makaprepare pa ako para sa interview na eto." (Thank you kuya, it's good that today is Wednesday and the interview is on Friday so that I still have time to prepare for my interview.) I sighed, not knowing what to feel since it's been a roller coaster. First I get scolded and talked shit about by my auntie just for taking care of myself, secondly my long term boyfriend cheated on me, and now my cousin just revealed to me that he hacked into my work email and got me a job in a place that could accommodate my occult. The emotions are mixed and I know that my cousin could tell.

"Marami kang pinagdaanan ngayon Isla. Pero isipin mo ng ganito, kung di mo toh kunin at di ka na talaga paoayagan sa dagat ni tita. Mamatay ka talaga. Kahit pagbigyan mo nalang yung interview na yan. Kung hindi ka nakuha edi atleast ginawa mo ang lahat, diba?" (You've been through alot today Isla. But think of it like this, if you don't take this and you won't ever be allowed in the ocean everr again by auntie. You will die. If you don't get chosen for the job then atleast you tried right?) He comforted me while hugging and rocking me, he used to do that every time everything got intense at home.

We pulled apart and I feel he secretly has a mind reading since he immediately went into the cupboards and pulled out my favorite wine. "Sabihin ko kay tita di ka kakain ng pang gabi. Mag rest ka muna, umiyak, sumigaw, or suntukin mo unan mo. Ilabas mo lang mga emotions mo. (I'll tell auntie that you won't eat dinner. You should rest, cry, yell, or just punch your pillow. Just let out all of your emotions.) He said while I took the wine out of his hand. "Dalhin mo muna yang alak na yan, ako na sa mga baso at ice cream" (Bring that wine of yours, I'll handle the cups and the ice cream.) He added.

Nevermore...

#christina ricci #laurel gates #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #netflix wednesday #wednesday

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ladyantiheroine · 6 months

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What I Didn’t Say

Summary: Renfield tries to protect Y/N, but things get complicated.

Pairing: Renfield x fem!reader

Request by @kpopgirlbtssvt

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How much longer are going to let this go on, Renfield?

The immortal assistant was seated at cafe across from Y/N, a girl he’d met at a support meeting. She was new in town, new to the group, and Renfield had been entranced by her since they met. Beautiful, intelligent, kind. Not the kind of woman that Renfield expected to be interested in him.

And yet, she’d invited him out to coffee after their frist group meeting together. Since then, it became their ritual each week. They always ordered the same drinks, sat at the same table beneath the autumn tree by the street.

From the first day, after she told her story to the group, Renfield had considered her as a potential meal for Dracula. She’d recently broken up with a narcissistic partner (an event that brought her to the group) and she had a distant relationship with her family. She was alone in a new city. In other words, she was the right kind of vulnerable and invisible that would make it easy for her to suddenly disappear.

That was several weeks ago. Despite Dracula’s hungry moans, Renfield kept putting off killing Y/N. He wasn’t used to being this resistant. After centuries of murder, he thought eh finally gre immune to empathy or guilt or other things that may hinder such acts. But Y/N had reminded him that despite Dracula’s efforts, Renfield was still very much human deep down.

And to make matters worse, the longer Renfield spent time with Y/N, the harder and harder it was for him to imagine bringing her bloody corpse to his master…

“Robby?”

Y/N’s voice snapped Renfield from his thought. He lifted his face from his lukewarm copy. Y/N gave him a playful smile.

“I don’t know what’s in your coffee, but it can’t be that interesting,” she said.

Y/N giggled and Renfield eased into a smile.

He loved spending time with her.

But how much longer could he let this go on, until something went wrong?

Renfield knew there was only two ways this could end. Either Y/N would discover his true intentions, or he would have to abandon their relationship. The former was dangerous, the latter was unthinkable.

But fate made the choice for him.

After weeks, Dracula was getting hungrier. He kept leaving notes and letters around for Renfield to find, tormenting him with reminders of his blood thirst. A few of these letter made it into the hands of Y/N during her many visits to his apartment.

“What the fuck are these?!” Y/N yelled ast him. “You’re fixing to feed me to…some kind of cannibal killer?”

“He’s not a cannibal,” Renfield said. He tried to keep his voice calm, but his temple was sweating and his heart was racing. “I swear, he’s Dracula. The Dracula.”

“Oh, you really think I’m going to believe that?” Y/N snapped, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Whatever he is, you were going to feed him to me. That’s all our relationship is? I’m just a lamb to the slaughter to you?”

“Y/N, you’re not,” Renfield said, his voice desperate. “Please, if you just let me explain…”

“I never want to see you again,” Y/N said through blubbering tears. “If I see your face again, I’m calling the cops.”

With that, Renfield watched his only love slam out the door.

Renfiled felt like he had shattered to pieces. He imagined himself transformed into a stone statue and slowly cracking into rocky pieces on the ground. Hours passed and with each on he knew Y/N was going further away, only to ever remember him as a cruel liar.

He knew there was no point in winning her back. The best thing to do now was pack his things,c convince Dracula it was time to move locations again, and get as far from her as possible. But he didn’t want her to remember him as someone who didn’t care for her, who merely saw her as meat for the beast.

So, he wrote her a note.

My dearest Y/N,

There’s a good chance you won’t even read this. Perhaps this note may just be a crumpled up note in a waste bin. But on the chance that you are reading this, I want to explain myself to you, if you’ll do me the kindness of listening.

I must begin with the deepest apologies for everything. For my dishonesty, for my endangerment of you, for watsing your time. I know saying this will not absolve me of my actions, but an apology is in order regardless. I should have never filled up your heart only to use it so carelessly.

It’s true. I did indeed to feed you to my master, as I have done with many humans over the centuries. But the longer we spent together, the more I couldn’t bare the thought of it. You’ve reminded me what it is to love, to care for, to worry over again. Such things I’d long believe I couldn’t feel anymore. For that, I owe you a thank you. A thank you for teaching me once again hat it is to be human.

I’m leaving the city with Dracula tonight. I have not told him about you. I will get him as far from you as possible, assure that he never sees you long enough to hurt you. I will allow every other human on earth to die before he can get his claws on you.

I won’t ask for forgiveness. All I ask is that you understand that I will spend eternity keeping this beast away from you. I only hope you can sleep better now.

Always yours,

Robert Montague Renfield.

Y/N’s hand shook as she finished reading the note. She stumbled backwards into a chair in her apartment. It was all too impossible to believe. But it had to be true. Renfield was not the type to lie. He couldn’t if he tried.

If this was all true…

Y/N clenched the note in her fist and dropped her head down. A sob crawled up her throat and her eyes well with tears.

“Robby…” she whimpered. “I’m…”

Then, Y/N jumped when she heard a sudden knock on her door. She sniffled and wiped her eyes dry. The clock on the wall said it was pasr midnight. Who the hell could here at this ungodly hour?

Y/N stood up and approached the door. A warm nighttime breeze greeted her when she opened it up. Along with the wet, coppery scent of fresh blood.

Renfield stood before her, his face and purple sweater dripping with crimson. His face was twisted in sorrow and his eyes dripped with tears. Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“Y/N,” Renfield said, his voice shivering. “I…I’m sorry…I…”

He looked like a baby deer that had been struck by a car. Y/N’s heart squelched in her chest. Yes, Renfield was far from normal. Yes, maybe he’d been a victim of a monster that had in turned tried to make him into a monster.

But he was still Robby. Your Robby.

You took Renfield’s face in your hands. You used yout thumbs to wipe away the tears and blood trickling down his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you told him. “It’s okay.”

With that, you pressed your lips to his. You tasted the metallic liquid on his face but you didn’t care. You kissed him and he kissed you. And as you did, a single thought passed through Renfield’s head.

I’m free. She’s made me finally, finally free.

#renfield #fanfic

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canonically-a-genloser · 7 months

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it's not worth the time to try (to replenish a rotting life)

TWS IN TAGS AGAIN !! THIS IS VERY RUSHED BUT I WANTED TO TRY WRITING SOMETHING AGAIN SORRY MY BRAIN IS SOUP

Paislie remembered the night Showfall had tried to resurrect her. Well- she couldn't even say they'd "tried". They had.

Every part of her being hated them for it.

She'd felt the shocks going through her body as the first attempt was made to restart her heart, remembered viewing the scene as though she were one of the surgeons trying to bring her back.

She remembered a machine she didn't recognize being wheeled in and being attached to her, seconds before her consciousness was sucked back into her body as it suddenly tried to restart itself.

There had been so much blood.

So much agonizing, excruciating pain that it made her sweat instantaneously.

The taste of copper in her mouth had made her throw up before she could try to stop it. The lights shone so brightly she had to close her eyes tightly to hold off the impending migraine. Every muscle in her body screamed in pain, and she could hear herself screaming with it.

Tears fell down her face faster than she cared to admit. Her voice didn't sound like her own when she begged for them to just kill her again. Air only came in short gasps, usually followed by dry heaves because the pain wouldn't leave.

Every minute felt like an hour that she laid there convulsing, squirming, body twisted in pain. Her clothes were wrinkled and covered in her own filth.

It didn't take her long after that to realize that nobody was there with her, they'd all known she would survive and ended up leaving.

Good, she thought bitterly to the empty room. They don't get the pleasure of watching this, though she almost wished they would. Wished they'd think of her at night and hoped they wouldn't sleep even though to them it probably didn't matter. To them, it was either forcing her to live or dying themselves. To them, this happened several times a day and they probably wouldn't even remember her face.

It felt like an age passed as her sobs finally became weaker, finally having exhausted themselves despite the lingering, throbbing ache in her bones.

Her tears had slowed, and she was now cold with sweat. Her hair was drenched, she noted through a mind dulled by the intensity of the pain.

She didn't react as the door softly opened.

One of the rats came in slowly. They smoothed her hair away from her face, wiped her tears when she made no move to flinch or otherwise.

They held her.

Paislie still couldn't see, whether from tears or pure exhaustion she didn't know.

"Thank you," she managed out anyway, despite how rough and broken it sounded.

They didn't reply other than to gently hush her. Not in a reprimanding way, though. It felt gentle. More than anything in this place.

It made her want to die a little less despite herself.

As she was gently cleaned and put in softer, cleaner clothes, she found herself relaxing more. She couldn't imagine how many times they must have done this before to be able to keep it this painless.

Right now, if she didn't think about it too deeply, she was grateful for that.

A day later, she found out the reset hadn't even worked the way it was meant to.

Her lungs had been weakened by several aspects, the doctor had told her briskly, the two most prominent and/or likely reasons being the emotional trauma and, more specifically, the ending of the show, the way the set had gone into flames. It had been a controlled burn to conserve Showfall's resources, but it was also a fire she hadn't been allowed to escape after rescuing someone she couldn't remember the name or appearance of.

That was often the way real life would go, anyway, she supposed. Something about 'no good deed goes unpunished'.

As soon as she was well, the doctors had said, she'd be sent to work in the mechanical engineering department.

"If everyone does their job right and you're careful about fumes and your inhaler, you'll never have to see this place again," they'd said.

Even so, she couldn't help but wonder as she headed back to work a few days later, if they would let her give up if she tried enough times.

The fear of waking up again was the only thing that had stopped her thus far.

But even on this side of it she knew that wouldn't hold her back forever.

#tw sui ideation #tw gore #tw blood #tw vomiting #if i missed anything let me know!! my brain is being a little mud puddle right now

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consideratepig · 7 months

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Terrible Lie (a Don't Starve fic)

SAN FRANCISCO POLICE DEPARTMENT —INCIDENT REPORT

Case Number: 006-74891-106-1565

Officer: Detective Lt. Caboto

Unit: Homicide

Date of Incident: Unknown(1905)

Remarks: The following passage is an excerpt from a journal entry thought to have been written by William Carter, the journal page reads:

‘I believe I've made a terrible mistake… It wasn't supposed to be like this. I followed every step correctly, all the conditions were right, everything should have gone exactly as planned… Let me explain: I found a passage in the codex the other day, with information that would allow me to give ordinary objects innately magical properties. In theory, this would allow me to turn my top hat into a storage space for any props I wanted to put in or take out at a moment’s notice. It was the perfect way to bring my magic show to the next level, perhaps even bringing respect back to my tarnished name….Was. In hindsight, I’m only grateful this was an isolated occurrence that happened during a rehearsal and not in front of Charlie, let alone an audience. Initial tests with sending playing cards and scarves through the portal were a resounding success, however when I tried to retrieve my rabbit there were ...complications. Whatever abomination I pulled from that hat, that definitely wasn't Georgie…In fact, I’m not even sure it was any kind of rabbit at all. That creature’s shadowy silhouette is one I won’t soon forget. Its coarse fur was dripping with a substance that was as viscous and black as tar. Its limbs(?) were twisted and broken in multiple directions, most likely a result of being forced through too small an opening for its bulky body. I would’ve believed it to be dead, until I approached its body and it drew several gurgling, ragged breaths. As I stood there, frozen and at a loss of what to do, it suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream of pure primordial agony, its mangled form twitching and thrashing itself wildly on the floor. When I gazed at what I assumed to be its face, It kept looking up at me with beady wet eyes that pleaded for answers as to where it was, and why it was in so much pain...'

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When the initial shock wore off for the frightened stage magician, it was only a matter of time before a spontaneous surge of adrenaline kicked in. Without missing a beat, William grabbed the nearest heavy object he could find and with all the might he could muster in his atrophied muscles, he lifted the hammer over his shoulder and bludgeoned the writhing mass of fur in a desperate attempt to put it out of its misery. It was a mercy for the poor critter, or at least that's what he told himself.

To its credit, it didn’t fight back once during its brutal beating, but after enough trauma to the head, it finally stopped moving. The air he was breathing felt cold and oppressively still for a moment, before the creature’s body rapidly decayed into a puddle of bubbling black sludge.

William dropped to his knees, his body trembled like a leaf and his dress shirt was soaked in a cold sweat. As he struggled to catch his breath, he could taste a drop of blood as it ran from his left nostril. Between the book’s magic and his test of strength, the man had put a great deal of stress on his frail body all at once.

The poor fool’s vision began to tunnel, he felt an overwhelming sense of dizziness and sickness in his stomach while frozen in terrified, wide-eyed disbelief over what he just saw. Was that thing really George? Or was it merely responsible for the rabbit’s disappearance? Was it even real at all?

William's eyes darted back and forth, his mind drowning in a cocktail of intrusive thoughts, extreme stress and profound sadness. His expression changed from fear, to horror, to disgust and finally, crushing guilt. He tried to double down on his self-doubt and tell himself there was a reasonable explanation of what he just witnessed, it couldn't be real… just an effect of the magic going wrong, a figment of his wild imagination, an optical illusion conjured by the stage lights- it had to be.

"Wh… w-what…?" That was all he could manage to get out, eyes shifting between the puddle of muck and his bloody hand, still firmly grasping the handle of the rubber mallet. As his breathing began to even out, William managed to compose himself just enough to wipe the blood from his face. Only a small streak of it was actually his, if one could consider that fortunate.

William was left with a sinking, horrible feeling in the pit of his gut; the reality of the situation hit him like a bare knuckle boxer. He just took a life. A twisted mockery of his prop bunny, perhaps even some horrible demon, but still, a living, breathing creature. The guilt and shame of it was staring at him right in his face with two cloudy corpse eyes and he couldn't take it.

The rubber mallet fell from his shaky grip, loudly clacking on the stage floor as he broke down and braced his trembling hands on the ground for support. William's shoulders tensed, his upper body quickly leaned forward and every hair stood up on the back of his damp neck as he was subjected to a violent fit of retching. The mental image of broken bones poking through putrid, festering flesh & fur wouldn't leave his mind and made him even sicker from the sheer insanity of it all.

"No… No… What have I done?" William sobbed and choked out between heaves, his glasses were slipping and becoming hard to see out of due to the excessive movement and moisture, but he didn't dare reach up to fix them when he felt so unsteady he might slip and fall into a puddle of his own vomit mixed with….whatever sludgy remains that thing had left.

William's mind was running at a mile a minute, his anxiety and stress only getting worse as he struggled to process what had happened. Instinctively, he wanted to be angry and lash out, but his fear kept him in check. His thoughts were a flurry of disturbing images and emotions still fresh in the forefront of his conscience. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to look away.

"This is-…This isn't real, this isn't real this isn't real this isn't real…" William quietly repeated the mantra to himself, his voice breaking down & face contorted into a grimace as hot tears poured out of his eyes. He felt his heart attempting to beat its way out of his chest and he shuddered and let out choked, sucking sobs.

The magician's sobbing quickly turned into heaving coughs and hyperventilation as he slumped against the wall, slowly descending into a more and more catatonic state of shock. He was completely unprepared, both magically and emotionally, for what he accidentally brought into this world.

His bleary eyes darted from the corpse of his fuzzy friend, to the bloody hammer, to the blood on his own hands, to the puddle of puke that was seeping into the rug.

In the back of his head, William could hear his inner voice chastise him for his failures, not to mention how expensive it was going to be to get that mess deep cleaned. Try as he might, however, all the negative reinforcement in the universe couldn’t allow the rattled magician to move from his current spot.

William eventually curled up in a fetal position on the floor, eyes brimming with tears as he continued to loudly sniffle and shake uncontrollably. The words his mind conjured up to berate him certainly didn't help, his rapidly racing thoughts telling him he's an abject failure, a mess, a horrible person who's taken an innocent life with his powers and he doesn't know how to cope with it.

William knows he has to snap out of this stupor he’s found himself in, but his mind feels a million miles away from the body that’s supposed to be his. The overwhelming sense of guilt and shame has its hold on him, he'd never wanted to hurt anything or anyone, especially not one of his rabbits. William had spent years working tirelessly towards becoming a successful stage magician, even as his weak health made it difficult to pursue a career. All those years lost to the battle against Consumption and all for what? All for nothing? Nay, all for tragedy.

As William cried to himself in the corner, the goo from the remains of the creature’s body began to crawl towards the magician. Slowly and deliberately, the blob slithered towards him, and wrapped a claw-like appendage around his throat, constricting his windpipe. William knew he had to move, but he was paralyzed with fear. All he could do was gasp for air and watch in panic as the entity began to strangle him.

William's wide-eyed panic only grew as the shambling mass of darkness slowly enveloped his entire neck, gradually cutting off his airflow. He fought against it as much as he could, wriggling to escape its grasp, but it was futile. He had a sinking realization that in his current state, he wasn’t strong enough to remove it himself.

"Please, help me! Someone help me, please! For the love of God, please! Help me!" He frantically cried out for help, his eyes water even more as he started to see stars dancing across his fading vision. He could feel himself becoming lightheaded, his vision fading to black.

"H…help…"

Every time William tried to speak, it was like the shadowy figure was encouraged to strangle him harder. His face turned a flushed red, then a brilliant shade of purple from asphyxiation. Right when he was so light-headed he thought he was going to pass out, his would-be killer was interrupted by the sound of the rehearsal room door unlocking from the outside.

"Hello? Mr. Carter, is that you?" He recognized the voice belonging to Charlie, his assistant he hired last week, calling out to him. Almost instantaneously, the decomposing mass let go and slithered off to the shadows, disappearing from sight like it was never there to begin with.

"William, are you still here? I'm so sorry I'm late, I overslept and missed my bus..." She called out again, from where he was sitting William still couldn’t see her and evidently she couldn’t see him, but he could hear her closing the door and shrugging off her raincoat.

William took a couple sharp, raspy breaths, coughing and spluttering as he gasped for air. He tried to pull himself up, but his weak limbs refused to cooperate - he was completely drained and barely had any strength left. He heard Charlie's voice calling out to him, but it was difficult for him to find the words to call out for her one more time. Still, it wouldn’t kill him to try, and it just might if he didn’t.

"Y… yes! I'm… h… here… Ch… Charlie." His voice was hoarse and raspy, still recovering from the incident. He let out a sharp exhale and collapsed back down onto the floor.

"There…there's…there's something in the rehearsal room!" William choked out in a strained voice. He grabbed his throat, still trying hard to catch his breath between coughs, and gasped "In the corner there--please--help me..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Charlie asked as she stepped into the room, wearing an expression of befuddlement as she looked at the scene before her. She knelt down next to William and helped him sit upright, her warm eyes full of pity and concern for his well-being. William coughed and tried to clear his throat, still struggling to speak in his exhausted state.

"I’m sorry but, I don't see anything in the corner…" She muttered to herself with her eyes narrowed into a puzzled expression, she investigated the area briefly before her demeanor suddenly changed when a possible explanation dawned on her.

"Wait a second, is this a part of the act? Am I supposed to figure out what you made disappear and how you did it!? Oooh, this is exciting!" She proclaimed with a smile and such enthusiasm that, had it been any other set of circumstances, the magician would’ve found it remarkably endearing.

"N-no, Charlie… there was… n-nothing's h… here now…" As his words trailed off, his eyes drifted over to the empty corner of the room, where he was certain the blob of nightmares was before. Sure enough, there was just a wet patch of carpet in the spot it used to occupy. William's gaze rapidly shifted all around the room as he tried to figure out where it disappeared to and what exactly had happened in the last few minutes. Nothing made any sense.

"I… don't even … know anymore." He finished with a sigh, looking absolutely hopeless and defeated. Charlie's expression faltered and wore a pensive frown, she kept looking at William with an almost palpable level of concern. She didn’t know what had given him such a fright, but in any case the man clearly wasn't doing well.

"William calm down, deep breaths okay? I don't know what you saw, but the janitor gave me the keys to lock up right before he left for the day. There’s nobody else here now but you and me." She explained with what she hoped was an assuring smile, trying not to sound scared by how the man she'd barely known a week was acting like he'd seen a ghost.

William sighed and held his head in his hands, he felt utterly helpless. He knew what he saw, but now the evidence was gone, the monster was gone. He was scared…he was so scared…His face twisted with frustration, defeat and helplessness. Perhaps it would be best if his assistant wasn't any the wiser to what had transpired, he wouldn't even begin to know how to explain what he saw, even if he wanted to.

"I just…" William let out a deep sigh again, his emotions still all over the place. "I just need… I think I need some rest."

He leaned back, resting his throbbing head against the wall once more. After a brief moment of collecting his thoughts, he gave Charlie a tired smile, a sign she could tell he was just a bit too exhausted to function properly.

"Could you… could you walk me to my room?" He says while he rubs his temples, face covered with a fresh sheen of sweat and eyes deeply sunken in, as if the fool hadn't slept in days. "Ple… please." He added, clearing his throat.

Charlie nodded, a hardened look of determination crossed her normally soft features as she offered William a sturdy shoulder for support on the way to his dressing room. In spite of being over a head taller than her, he soon realized Charlie was a much stronger gal than she looked. Or perhaps, William had lost more weight than he realized as of late… although, the likelihood of it being an amalgam of both hadn't slipped his mind either.

William leaned nearly his whole weight on Charlie and kept himself awake with his thoughts as she led him to his dressing room. He felt so exhausted that he would have slept standing up if he'd had to. Charlie's presence was a welcome comfort, though. He didn't mind it one bit.

As they got to his room and stepped inside, William just let his body crumple and gracelessly flop onto the couch, resting his head on a nearby throw pillow as Charlie looked on. He sighed again to catch his breath, mind too cloudy to even try and think about how awful he was for making his kind assistant care for him like this.

William groaned softly as he settled down on the sofa, taking his glasses off and keeping his eyes screwed shut since the room was so insistent on spinning each time he opened them. Several moments of silence passed, Until he heard the sounds of his assistant's heels clacking on the floors out the dressing room door, followed by the sounds of Charlie returning as she placed a glass on the table next to him.

William finally cracked open an eye to look over at Charlie. He sat up slightly, giving her a smile as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What's this for?" He asked curiously, glancing down to the glass on the table like it was poison. It was clearly meant for him. "I'm not exactly in the mood for a drink."

"Relax, Willy. It's just water, you probably need it after getting sick so suddenly" Charlie explained as she insistently passed him the cup with two tablets of his headache relief medicine.

"Oh." William said softly as he swallowed the large pills and washed them down with water, the cool beverage admittedly felt soothing for his scratchy throat. When he’d had enough, he set the glass aside with a loud exhale of relief, his eyes drooping again.

"Thanks, Charlie." He looked over at her with a grateful expression, but before he could say anything else, a yawn escaped him. William’s eyes closed soon thereafter and he found himself in a fitful sleep, left to the devices of his guilt-ridden subconscious. His dreams were filled with images of a theater going up in flames, shadows were closing in on him and his assistant, with the screams of hundreds of people dying and the smells of their charred flesh filling his nostrils.

As he tossed and turned, his faithful assistant Charlie never left his side. Like clockwork, she wicked away the sweat on his feverish face with a damp cloth, gently supporting him and patting his back each time a hitch in his breath disturbed his sleep with body spasms or a violent fit of wet coughs.

When William truly woke up, he was drenched in a cold sweat. His head was throbbing with an immense pain, feeling fit to split open any second like a rotten melon. His heart dropped as his eyes wandered to Charlie, whose soothing fingers were stroking away pieces of his matted hair.

"Huh..?" He grunted while he looked around, disoriented by the dark room. Charlie's weary smile seemed worried and a tinge too fearful for comfort. The sight of her in such a haggard condition jolted him back to reality, and he suddenly remembered everything that happened earlier all at once. The man's stomach lurched as it was too much to bear and in response to the mounting nausea, he quickly sat up.

William cupped his mouth and roughly gagged into the palm of his hand, bringing up little more than watery bile and remnants of the bitter pills he swallowed before. Luckily, Charlie was quick to react to his situation and stuck the empty water glass under his chin, just in time for William to spit up the rest of his stomach's meager contents into something less disgusting than his lap.

Charlie rubbed his shoulders and whispered words of encouragement into his ear, as the sick man was wracked with a painful episode of dry heaves. William was at the mercy of his nerves and could do little more than cough, gag and belch pitifully through the worst of it, leaning into her touch like it was the only thing grounding him to this plane of existence. William groaned as he spit up the remainder of his stomach contents into the once empty glass. He could feel his eyes roll back as he clutched his head and moaned softly, utterly exhausted and in a great deal of pain.

"Ohhh, God…" He whimpered softly and took several shallow, gasping breaths while holding two fingers up against his bruised neck. His pulse was racing and he felt like he had a permanent lump of coal stuck in his throat. He’d had his fill of finding himself in life or death situations as of late, he wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep for an eternity. "What… what time is it?"

"Half past eight, you've been asleep for about four hours…" Charlie answered, dabbing the cracked corners of his filthy mouth with a cool washcloth. If she looked tired, he could only imagine he looked like death warmed over with how Charlie was doting on him.

"Four…hours…?" William took a minute to process the information. It felt as if he had just shut his eyes for a few minutes.

"It felt like… much less than that…" He mused, a pensive expression crossing his face for a brief moment, before being replaced with one of lethargy..

"I'm tired… Can I rest here a little longer?" William asked her while he leaned his head back against the pillow and shut his eyes again. The pounding in his skull was slowly fading, but the weariness and mental exhaustion were still there. What a mess.

"Of course, I'll call us a cab and wake you up when our ride is here, alright? Don’t worry, I'm sure after a bit of rest, you'll be feeling like your old self in no time." Charlie spoke with a small smile, though even William could see she was putting up a front, the blatant worry she wore on her face had betrayed her optimistic tone of voice.

"Alright…that sounds good." William spoke softly after he nodded at her, eyes still closed and slowly drifting out of consciousness. He felt what little energy he had was drained just from that little bit of conversation.

He didn't hear Charlie's footsteps as she left the room, too exhausted to think about anything else strange that could come. Maybe she was right, maybe it would all be fine after a good night's sleep. With the worst of his headache gone and with Charlie watching out for him, he felt comfortable resting again.

In a moment’s time, his head lolled to the side and quickly drifted off to a much deeper sleep this time around. The events of earlier that day were a distant, fading memory now. At a loss of how to move on from here, his mind spared William’s weak constitution by sending him off to a facetious inner world reminiscent of a simpler time. At least in his dreams he posed no threat to the ones he loved and despite Charlie's best intentions, William wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.

#William carter #dst maxwell #dst charlie #don't starve #vomiting #emetophilia #body horror tw #emeto tw #hurt/comfort #relationship can be read as platonic or romantic #writing tag

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akirakirxaa · 1 year

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[ HAIR ]: while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

Can I get a, uh... an order for some sweet sweet Akira and Haurchefant? With a side of fries.

[Prompt list here! I'm so glad people are liking AkiraxHaurch. <3 Takes place shortly after the Final Steps of Faith.]

Akira sprinted through Ishgard towards Fortemps manor, taking stairs two at a time and scrambling over rubble. Her sweet, well meaning, kind, foolish Haurchefant had been attempting to protect what little of Ishgard he could, or maybe trying to come to her assistance, and emerged during the final onslaught from Nidhogg's horde, never mind that the chirurgeons had been insistent on his being on a restricted activity regimen. If he'd been hurt again...

As she approached, she could see him at the base of the stairs to the manor, at first glance seemingly untouched apart from the soot smeared on his nice clothes (as he seemed to have not even taken the time to put on proper armor). She stormed up, the worry blossoming into anger with every step. How dare he worry her like this after what happened in the Vault?

"Are you hurt?" Akira demanded, almost sounding like an accusation, as she started looking him over, searching for any signs of blood or scratches or even bruises. "You know you're not supposed to be exerting yourself, let alone being in combat. You didn't reopen your wound did you? I swear, it's like you have no sense at all of self preservation-" She stuttered to a halt as his hand gently brushed her sweat-and-dirt caked hair out of her face, looking at her with such adoration that she seemed to have lost her words in the face of him.

"You look like the Fury Herself," he tucked the strands of hair behind one horn, his fingers just lightly brushing against it as he did so, prompting a tiny shiver from her.

"I don't think the Fury would be covered in dirt and ash," she pointed out awkwardly. He chuckled, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"So, how fairs our friend Estinien?" he asked, casually as if asking after the weather. Akira cleared her throat a little and straightened up, giving in to the lingering worry as she brushed off some of the soot from his jacket.

"He'll be okay, in time. Aymeric and Brigid escorted him to the infirmary to be treated for any wounds. Then he'll just need rest." Akira straightened the front of her armor to have something to do, eyes glancing not so subtly over Haurchefant as she continued to try to see if he was injured.

"Then it sounds like there's cause for celebration!" he gave her a winning grin, taking both her hands in his. "Let's go inside, we can have a drink and you can thoroughly inspect me for any injuries." For a moment, Akira didn't register what he said. Then she felt like her face caught on fire, and with him holding her hands she couldn't hide behind them.

"A-a drink would be n-nice," she stammered nervously. She grimaced down at her filthy hands. "And uh, maybe a bath? If that's okay?" He flashed a brilliant smile as he leaned forward and quickly stole a chaste kiss from her.

"Anything you'd like, my love," he pressed his forehead to hers, kissing her hands briefly and leading the way back into the manor. She hesitated just a moment, nerves getting the best of her for a heartbeat. Don't be silly, you just fought a dragon, she told herself firmly, and followed him inside.

#wol x haurchefant #wolchefant #heavensward spoilers #final fantasy xiv #my writing #my fanfiction #thank you so much for the prompt!#i love these two dorks #akira has no idea what to do with haurche's thirst #she doesn't dislike it but she's not used to it lol #oc: akira kirxaa #akira x haurchefant #sorry for the delay #crazy week at work but now it's friday #ask response #no beta we die like y'shtola doesn't #ship: red like roses

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ninefourzerozero · 4 months

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Pokemon Romhack Review: Pokemon Nameless

Nameless was fighting an uphill battle. When I downloaded the game on a whim, I did so half-remembering two things about it: 1.) that it was on several "greatest pokemon rom hacks of all time" lists and 2.) that it was the game the hack maker had created before pokemon mega power, which was held in similiar regard. I was wrong on that second front. In fact, Nameless is the third entry into a trilogy that starts with Mega Power, which then had a prequel in resolute, with Nameless serving as a bridge between the two. This lead to me missing. a Great Deal of context for the story, but all the same I want to start there.

Pokemon Nameless has a lot of text. Or at least, it feels like a lot. It might technically be more accurate to say that Nameless has very very dense text, sporadically. Story segments are very dialogue heavy and, wishing to be as kind as possible to the poor soul who has put their blood sweat and tears into this free project that I did enjoy, the writing is very bad. It's extremely repetitive, it goes in circles, the same information is communicated multiple times, it repeats itself, topics are brought up and reintroduced and rerereintroduced in one conversation, and it's repetitive. More than that, the game makes the classic mistake of conflating something dark happening with something meaningful happening, and while Nameless does have a theme, its the same theme as a million shonen anime. The game starts with our protagonist, Chronya, escaping dangers on a boat with another before the boat is attacked and Chronya washes ashore, trying to put her life together. She immediately meets, is protected by, and forms a paternal bond with some Dudes, who within an hour of playtime have, for the most part, been violoently killed in front of Chronya. The last words of one of these Dudes is that she must fight for others, and Chronya takes this to mean she must be strong enough by herself that she can protect everyone, before we cut 12 years later and take Chronya on a journey to find the surviving father figure who has gone missing, all while learning - say it with me now - the power of friendship.

This is the intent, at least. In practice, a lot of characters thrust themselves into chronya's company and she gives a slight gesture at resistance before becoming their best friend. Many of these characters are incredibly indistinct. They wear dark clothing, have dark hair, and some number of them are ninjas. One was one of the father figures from the prologue, and I only realized it was him when the game pointed it out, to which I wondered "wasn't he killed" and the game replied by not acknowledging it.

You may have noticed I called this the story section and then did not spend much time talking about the actual plot, and that's because it is incredibly difficult to follow. Threads are brought up and dropped with clockwork regularity, some questions are handwaved away (presumably, answered in the related works, but the hack creator stated playing the other installments in this series was not necessary), and the big finale introduces time travel, multiverse bullshit, and an off-hand explanation for who the mysterious killer The Shady is that's shortly thereafter contradicted.

That being said, did say earlier I did ultimately enjoy this game, so why all the nay-saying? Well, truth be told it all starts with that original point of criticism: the dialogue is bad and dumped on you by the truckload. I would not have spent so much time being critical of the plot if I didn't spend so much of my time with Nameless trying to understand the war-and-peace-length dialogue sequences I was presented with. Because as much as I did not care for this game's story, its gameplay was enough to keep me engaged throughout.

The way Pokemon Nameless works is pretty novel. Rather than a gym and a pokemon league, the region of Cyenne has arenas in several towns, where you can either challenge a defender or take on challengers as a defender. Defenders are one big fight, analogous to a gym leader, while defender fights see you take on 3 trainers with weaker pokemon. Clearing a defender makes you a defender of that level, and defending your title allows you to take on the next level of defender. If you level grind, you can clear the entire league in the first town with an arena. It's neat! But the real interesting thing is that all of this is strictly optional.

Rather than HM's, Chronya is an athletic woman who can smash rocks and swim all by herself. However, if you want to push strength rocks, or clear whilrlpools, you'll need Strength Training Lv 2 or Swim Training Lv 2, and the best place to find skill trainers is in the defenders of specific towns. The thing is, you don't need any of these skills. You are more than capable of clearing the game with the base level skills you have at the start of the game, and the leveled up skills just grant you access to side areas. And there's a fair bit of side areas! the map is filled with fun little areas you can find if you have a keen eye and the right skills. Most of these sideareas have worthwhile content too, usually ranging up to legendary pokemon.

And. Ok before I move on with gameplay I do want to really quickly address the elephant in the room. Like I said, to make this system work, Chronya being athletic and muscular makes sense. However, the way this is communicated is that Chronya is, at all times, only wearing a two-peice swimsuit. Other characters frequently comment on Chronya being muscular, and on two occasions, comment on her being naked, for which she retorts "I do a lot of swimming, so I can't wear any outwear!! It'll get wet!!" along with attributing this to the fact that she nearly drowned in the prologue sequence. And like. Sure man but that doesn't explain why she's posed with her feet to camera in the skill screen (pictured above). To be clear, my problem isn't that this is extremely obviously horny. That's fine. I'm bi, and muscular women are hot. But come on man. If you're gonna acknowledge it, own up to it.

Anyway. Diversion aside, the openness does present some design issues in pokemon. Open world design is known to cause issues of level curves in pokemon games, and Nameless is no exception. Generally, you either need to flatten the level curve to account for the player going any of the directions chosen (as in Johto) or you need to set high level Gates to further content (as in Paldea). Nameless, for the most part, choses the former, but makes its intentions plenty known. Each route, boss fight, or story event will have some sort of message before it giving a reccomended level. This isn't a level cap per se, but it does help establish to the open world player which route is good to go down, and which routes are good to turn around from and do some exploration. The experience is ultimately very rewarding, although there is one quirk of design which kinda causes things to fall apart.

So, those arenas. I mentioned that the defense fights consist of fighting some number of weaker trainers, and beating it once levels you up, but you can defend an unlimited number of times. This makes level grinding trivial, since your pokemon are healed between every fight. While doing some exploration is the intended solution to finding a level wall, grinding is an equally valid option that makes it very easy for the player to optimize the fun out of the game. It's extra funny too, since each route with trainers has an NPC on it that you can pay to make all trainers rematch-able, but Why Would You Ever When You Can Do It At the Arenas For Free Forever. This doesn't ruin the experience, but it does mean I can't give this game a gold star for its structure, as much as it is so close to earning it.

And lastly, the most important part of any pokemon game is the pokemon themselves. This game is... kinda strange in this regard actually. There's a good mix of pokemon from gen 1-6, plus some gen 7, 8, and even 9 representatives, but something is distinctly Off. My suspicion is the creator had most of the sprites and game data for pokemon available to him, but none of the signature moves or abilities due to when the game was released. This has the very funny consequence of things like shed skin mimikyu or the strongest water stab for urshifu being Waterfall. That being said, the encounter variety is still very nice and the post-game is packed with legendary encounters. There's even some custom pokemon towards the very very very lategame, so if you give this a try, keep an eye out for that.

That about wraps it up. My final verdict is this: If pokemon Nameless were just its gameplay, it'd be a solid reccomend. However, its gameplay is muddled by a convoluted and poorly written story and the blindingly obvious fact that our player character is essentially naked the whole time. I enjoyed my time with it, and you might too, but if what I've said so far has turned you off of the project, it's probably best to stay away.

#pokemon #pokemon fangames #pokemon rom hack #pokemon nameless #zoe's romhack corner #<- new tag i'm gonna try and make some use out of

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 6 months

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Alright last post before I disappear (save for some reblogs that I've scheduled). In case anyone missed the tags in the post I made a while ago, I've stopped writing for DL. Before I did, I had also taken a stab at writing out the Alchemist result for my fantasy AU quiz. Because of who the LI is for that one I got carried away with it and it ended up being a lot longer than it should have been even though I didn't actually finish it. Given that I'm releasing all of my fantasy AU content into the wild, I've decided to paste what I did write below.

Fair warning, the ending is a little abrupt so I've added a little summary I wrote while planning the AU under the drabble (i.e. what the plot would have been had I ever developed this into a proper fic).

"What were you trying to do to me, alchemist?" The man above you hissed, the blade of his dagger pressing into your neck, his knees digging into your hips as he kept you pinned. Even with one eye covered by an eyepatch, his glare was no less fierce for it, his single iris almost glowing gold in the dying daylight.

This, you swore, was the last time you tried to help someone.

"I told you, all I did was give you an antidote!" You strained away from the metal at your throat but the hard earth beneath you offered nowhere to go. Casting your eyes to the side, you could see your spear just out of arm's reach along with a couple of your more potent concoctions, any one of which would have been enough to blow the guy on top of you away.

In hindsight, it'd been a bit stupid not to keep your weapons next to you when treating some random stranger you'd found passed out next to the road. Admittedly he hadn't seemed like much of a threat at the time, his pretty features covered with a sheen of sweat and his breathing labored as the lord's-bane poison ran its course. There were a dozen or so lacerations over his body, several of which coated in a telltale dark blue sheen. You hadn’t heard of there being any bandits in the area, let alone any with the resources needed to acquire one of the deadliest brews known to man, so you couldn’t imagine how he’d ended up in such a state.

It was an extraordinary stroke of luck that you happened to have the ingredients for an antidote on hand, one which you’d wasted no time cooking up and coaxing down his throat. Of course, had you known he’d pounce on you the second he regained consciousness, you doubted you’d have gone to the trouble.

"Don't bullshit me, you're all just a bunch of lackeys for that no good King Karlheinz, so spill it before I start spilling something else." There was a sting as the dagger cut into the skin of your neck, blood welling up over the blade.

"I swear all I was trying to do was heal you, I'm not even a formally qualified alchemist, I'm just a trainee!" Albeit an overqualified trainee who'd been putting off their exams but you decided whoever this stranger was he didn't need to know that but.

"A trainee?" His eye remained narrowed in suspicion, but you could see him looking over your dark red robes, devoid of the gold embroidery worn by those formally recognised by the King. "Huh."

He made no move to climb off you but you felt the pressure against your throat lessen and nearly sobbed in relief.

"If you're a trainee that means you haven't sworn any binding oaths have you?"

And just like that the relief was gone. Upon gaining formal recognition, all alchemists were required to enter into a pact that forbade them from revealing any alchemical secrets to those outside the royal order. Trainees were a bit of a grey area, usually studying the basics under a master of their choice for a couple of years before joining the order themselvesーthe general consensus was that although more knowledgeable than the common man, they didn't know enough to merit the resources required for the magical pact, and instead would face a severe but mundane punishment if found to step out of line.

It was something you'd always been slightly in fear of, enough so that you'd spent a long time coming up with excuses to avoid the even harsher, magical threat of the pact.

"Well, technically, but一"

"Shut it, that's all I needed to know." The man finally clambered off you, but before you could dart for your weapons, he tossed a heavy tome into your lap.

"Can you read that? And don't even think about lying to me, because if I decide you're no use to me, there's no reason for me not to stick a blade in a you."

Swallowing nervously, you ran your fingers over the thick leather cover. The royal seal was emblazoned in bright gold over the cover, marking out whatever was in here as property of the King and those in his service. How the stranger had gotten a hold of it, you had no idea, but you were starting to understand how he might have ended up in the state you found him in.

You looked up, and upon seeing him watching you like a hawk, you carefully opened the book. Instantly you understand why he'd asked you to read it, the whole was written in complex alchemical script that was a struggle even for you. In fact had you not spent far longer as a trainee than most, you doubted you would have been able to read it at all. Bit by bit though, you managed to piece the contents together, and as you did, you felt your blood turn ice cold.

"Well?"

"It'sーIt's about the creation of an artificial disease, I think they named it Endzeit…"

"I know that," he scowled at you. "What does it say about a cure?"

You hurriedly flicked through the pages, scanning the complicated script.

"Um, there's a lot about the creation and testing, how they designed it to target a specific bloodline and… Ah it mentions a cure here, so maybeー" you turned to the next page only to freeze as you took in the torn off paper hanging from the edge of the spine. "The errーthe page is missing."

"What!" The man snatched the tome from before throwing it to the ground with a snarl. "Damnit! Those filthy no good alchemists, I'll gut the lot of them!"

You flinched back. A more sensible individual would have grabbed their things and run the moment he was distracted, but the sight of the book on the ground held you still, curiosity all but devouring your common sense.

"Who are you exactly?"

"Hm?" The man turned towards you, fingers still curled like he longed to wrap them around someone's throat. "The name's Shin Tsukinami. Ring any bells?"

Tsukinami. The fallen empire.

-end of drabble-

Summary of what the story would have been:

In this AU, rather than being demons, the Tsukinamis are human but one of their ancestors was a great demon and their bloodline became famous for having powerful magic users. Shin didn’t inherit much of the magic but Carla did and is a skilled wizard (Cordelia was a sorcerer).

Karl’s family also mingled with inhuman entities but has sorcerers of the undead bloodline, including Karl himself (or maybe he’s a wizard idk). As per canon Gies was jealous of Karl’s power and declared war but rather than fighting him, Karl tasked his head alchemist (Carnelian Brecht?) with developing a live agent that would target only those with the infernal bloodline (i.e. Endzeit). Endzeit got unleashed and upon hearing that the royals were dropping like flies the people fled and those that didn’t got captured by Karl’s armies. The Tsukinamis were driven to one of their country estates. Giesbach’s died and Carla is now showing symptoms of the disease.

To try to find a cure, Shin decides to hunt down Carnelian and the alchemists that worked with him (many of whom followed the disease to monitor their work). He manages to find some of them and kills a couple. One of them has some notes on how they made Endziet and partial information on a potential cure but it’s written in alchemical script and one of the alchemists taunts Shin that he’ll never be able to read it and even if he can, no alchemist with royal certification will help him because they know they’ll get banished by Karl.

Shin trudges onwards but realises too late that he was poisoned by one of the alchemists (too soon to be Endzeit) and collapses. Enter Reader.

On Reader's way to visit their family from where they’ve been apprenticing as an alchemist in one of the large cities, they run into Shin near death on the road and help him as they can make an antidote. They heal him up, Shin mistakes them for one of Karl’s alchemists and gets aggressive but they’re able to clear things up before Reader gets their head cut off. They reveal that they can read alchemical script and have been following the progress of artificial diseases because they found the idea interesting but they didn’t realise they’d actually made this much progress.

Shin works out that Reader might be able to make the antidote and thinks that they’ll be weak enough for him to bully into doing it even with the threat of Karl but jokes on him because they disagree with Karl’s way of governing things and am happy to go along with it (in other words Reader gets kidnapped but doesn’t quite realise).

At some point Shin and Reader encounter some sort of monsters. They get separated and Shin deals with his lot and then thinks that he’ll have to save Reader only to find them with a bunch of smouldering monster corpses (and along with that comes the reveal that they're not just a healer). Queue a slow burn romance featuring the Reader, i.e. the oblivious idiot, and Shin, there’s no way I can have feelings for some soft dumb alchemist Tsukinami.

#warning I haven't edited this at all so if there are errors then my bad #this may be the last thing I ever post featuring Shin #which is sad but I definitely picked the right time to move on #right back into the ether I go #take care all!

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littlefallenseraph · 1 year

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You’ll Be Born, Born Again

Chapter 1: The Aftermath Part One

Rating: All Audiences for now, but may change in the future Main pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Weeks after the Hawkins kids crippled Vecna and the rifts to the upside-down were opened, Steve has tried to put the events of that night behind him. Particularly in relation to Eddie. But Eddie is back and now he's got sharp teeth, dark secrets, and a penchant for human blood.

Rain dripped off of Steve's black umbrella and onto the toe of his Oxfords. The pastor droned under an umbrella of his own -- something about there being "a time for everything and a season for every activity" or some other textbook religious nonsense, and Steve quietly thanked the rain for drowning out most of the service. Despite his parents' insistence that he attend regular church services, he didn't recognize this particular man. Eddie had been posthumously pardoned thanks to his presumed death, but that didn't stop every holy man in Hawkins from refusing to facilitate his funeral. Not that anyone could blame them. Who would want to perform rites for a suspected murderer and devil worshiper?

The last several days had been a blur of missing person reports, emergency housing preparations, and mourning. Everyone who was able packed up and skipped town, and those who remained had a permanent rain cloud -- sometimes literally -- hanging over their heads. Everyone knew someone who was missing. The board at Hawkins High School was overflowing with flyers from every corner of town.

Steve stared on as the rain beat down around him.

"Dustin, oh my god man, thank god you're okay," Steve gasped as Dustin limped his way to the high school. He didn't respond, just stared despondently at his shoes. "Dude, what's wrong?" Still no response.

Steve looked around, waiting. "Where's Eddie?" Silence again. "Dustin?"

He stared over at his friend. Dustin’s face was tear-stained, his hair combed back, and his bottom lip quivering. His mother stood at his side, a supportive hand squeezing his shoulder in a sad attempt to comfort her son. The other boys were there too, all except Lucas, who had opted to stay at the hospital with Max.

The pastor set his hand gently on the coffin, inviting everyone in attendance to come up and place a flower there. One by one, all the attendees walked over, placing carnations atop the casket. Everyone knew it was empty--after Dustin told Wayne about Eddie's fatal heroics, they had sent a search party out to look for him. But, seeing as no one had entered the rift, they came up empty. Not that they would have found anything anyway.

"Steve, we've been looking for an hour. He's not here," Robin stood next to him, hand wiping the sweat off her bloody, dirt-covered face. "Plus, I don't wanna hang out in here, it's giving me some serious heebie-jeebies."

"If you wanna go, just go. I promised Dustin I'd bring him back." Steve frowned, shining his flashlight back over the wasteland outside the upside-down version of the Munson trailer. Ever since the rifts had split open the town, there had been no sign of demobats, demodogs, or any other horrific creature to speak of. All the more reason to keep looking.

Wayne Munson approached knuckles white and gripping a carnation, having shed his typical stoic demeanor. He pulled something out of his pocket, a guitar pick strung onto a chain. He wrapped it around the stem, with tears trailing over his face, and placed it on top of the bouquet. His hand remained there, clutching the fragile flowers, and his chin tucked with soft sobs shaking his shoulders. Almost too quietly for Steve to catch, he whispered, "Dammit, boy. You were always one to get into trouble, but never like this." Then he sniffed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, and turned back to take his place in the crowd.

The funeral ended in silence. There was no reception, not that there would have been a place to hold it. Not only was Wayne's trailer absolutely wrecked, but every other gathering place left in Hawkins was occupied. "It's fine," Wayne had said, resolution faltering. "We'll plan a memorial when everything has calmed down. Thanks for coming. I don't know how long you knew my boy, but I'm sure he'd appreciate you bein' here."

Actually, we had only just met, really, Steve wanted to say. They hardly interacted in high school, and when they did...well, it wasn't something he wanted to share with Wayne. You don't just tell a grieving man that you used to ridicule his nephew at that nephew's funeral. Instead, Steve stayed quiet.

Most of the attendants, though there was only a handful, left as soon as the service was completed. Dustin tried to stay, but his mother pulled him away with promises that they would return another day to bring more flowers to the grave. Wayne stayed the longest. Standing silent and mourning over the grave. He didn’t need to say anything, Steve knew. He couldn’t imagine how hard this must have been for him, not even close. Finally after what could have been an hour, or could have been 10 minutes, Wayne left as well.

When everyone was gone, Steve approached the grave. He crouched down, umbrella tipping up and dripping ash-tinged rain into his hair. "Hey man," he started, then stopped. Clearing his throat and pulling at his tie, he started again. "Look, uh--I know I was shitty to you back in school. I'm...I'm sorry about that, man. I wish--" the brief glint of the fading sun bounced off something in the grass. He reached down and discovered the necklace Wayne had placed. "Shoot," he muttered to himself.

He stood, searching the grounds for any remaining cars, but everyone had already driven away. No doubt anxious to get home in daylight to avoid any accidents due to rain or the new -- and dangerous -- rifts through town. He sighed, tucking the necklace safely into his pocket. He resolved to take it to Wayne later.

After a few more moments of staring at the empty coffin they were burying in Eddie's place, he gave a little wave and began the short walk toward his car.

Steve opens his eyes and all he can see is the red-tinged, dim-lit Upside-Down. There's something unsettling, more than usual, near him. He can feel it. Black tendrils reaching out and wrapping around his arms and legs.

"Eddie?" his voice wavers, choking, throat caked in ash. He stumbles, restrained and unable to see, "Eddie, can you hear me? Everyone misses you, man. Just come back home."

Red eyes appear in front of him. "Oh Stevie, you don't understand," says a voice, dripping in contempt, "Eddie is dead, I'm all that's left." With that, the voice lunges at him. The last thing he remembers is a mop of matted, curly hair falling into his face. He blacks out.

Steve woke, covered in sweat and tangled in his sheets, breathing as if he had just run a marathon. "What in the--" he muttered to himself, running a hand down his face and over his eyes. Glancing down at the clock, he panicked. Ten o'clock, already? He sprang from his bed, half-dragging the sheets off with him, and tripped into his closet.

Several harried minutes later he emerged, somehow freshly dressed with presentable hair, from his front door. Key in hand, he hopped in his car and made his way to Hawkins High School to catch up with Wayne.

It had been a week since the funeral, and it wasn't until now he'd even had the courage to look at him. Steve knew it wasn't his fault Eddie had died. No one could have prevented it. He was sure Dustin would have given anything to save him, hell, he almost did when he limped back through that rift after him. Still. Steve felt ashamed that he hadn't been able to do more to--

His arrival at the school interrupted his destructive train of thought. It was probably for the best. He'd spent two weeks now going over every detail. Maybe he was just angry they never found Eddie's body. Part of him thought that maybe if he went back in there, he could find him. Maybe he'd still be alive in there, crouching in his upside-down bedroom, strumming some metal song on his guitar, waiting for someone to bring him home.

Shaking off the thought, he opened the door to the school. People were buzzing around with boxes of food, clothes, and various other emergency supplies. He approached the front desk and the frazzled-looking volunteer who stood at it. She looked up from a disorganized pile of papers, tucking her pen behind her ear. "How can I help ya?"

"I'm looking for Wayne Munson? Do you know if he's here?"

Without looking back, she shouted, "Hey, Debbie?" and an older woman approached. "Ya seen Munson?"

"Oh yes,” Debbie confirmed, “I think I heard him say he was heading over to the trailer park. Said he wanted to salvage what he could?"

"Well, there ya go," said the volunteer. "Anything else I can do for ya?"

Steve rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. "Could you give this to him for me?" he asked, holding the necklace out.

She shook her head, "I wouldn't hand that over if you actually want it to get to him. We got a lost and found pile a mile high and growing. Plus, people are in here about 50 times a day rifling through it. I'd get it to him yourself if ya can." With that, she pulled the pen back from behind her ear, looking at her paperwork.

He nodded, stuffing the jewelry back in his pocket. "Well," he said. Realizing she was no longer listening, he just turned back around muttering "thanks anyway," as he pushed open the door.

He arrived at the Forest Hills Trailer Park around 11:30 am, but not before getting lost several times on the way there. Not because he didn't remember how to get there, but because he wasn't used to navigating around giant extradimensional canyons.

When he got there, he saw Wayne sitting outside his former home at the still-intact picnic table. He was smoking and staring at the wreckage that the rift had left. The back half of the trailer was intact, but the front had been just about sliced in half the long way.

Steve parked and got out, shoving his hands in his pockets. Wayne watched him approach, putting his cigarette in an ashtray on the table. "What can I do for you, son?"

"I uh--" Steve sputtered. I came to give you this, he was going to say. But then he looked at Wayne. Forehead glistening and shirt stained with sweat. He turned around and saw that Wayne's truck was about half full of boxes of all sizes. "I came to help you. That is--if that's okay."

Wayne leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "You're that Harrington boy, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"You were at the funeral. You weren't one of the ones after my nephew, were ya?"

"No, sir."

Wayne sighed, placed his hands on his knees, and swung his legs back over the bench. Standing up, he put his hands on his lower back and stretched. "Well, we better get to work then," he said, then walked over to the trailer door without another word.

Steve followed -- the trailer looked worse on the inside than on the outside. Ash had settled on almost every surface in the house aside from the boxes he assumed had just been brought in, making it look like it had been abandoned for over two weeks. Dust hung in the air, choking the light and permeating his nostrils. His foot fell on something and crunched. Dirt? He wasn't sure.

"So this room is about done, I just need to do..." Wayne trailed off, staring at the room in the back of the trailer. "Just need to do that room."

Steve picked up a box and headed back, "I got it, Mr. Munson."

Eddie's room was...to put it lightly...a mess. Posters covered the walls, and tapes and records littered every surface that wasn't covered in clothes or musical equipment. Steve took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, placing the box next to him. He picked up a stack of tapes and stacked them in the box. Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Metallica -- they were all bands he'd heard of, everyone had, but he'd never listened to them.

Digging through the side table, he managed to unearth a Walkman. He put one of the tapes he'd found, a Black Sabbath album with a demonic-looking baby on the front, into the player and started it where it had left off. The song was more mellow than he had expected. The drums were subdued behind melodic vocals and an uncomplicated guitar. He let the music fill him and laid back on the bed, turning it up and staring up at the ceiling.

Born again

You'll be born, born again

Look at this prince of evil

Fighting for your mind...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wayne standing in the door with an almost full box. Steve startled, abruptly standing and clicking the music off. "I'm uh--I'm sorry, sir, I was just--" he stammered, hiding the tape player behind his back. Then, realizing Wayne had already seen, pulled the player back out. "I've uh--I've never listened to this kind of music before. Wanted to see what all the fuss was about, I guess."

Wayne's expression softened. He approached, putting the box he was carrying down on the bed next to Steve's mostly-empty one. Smiling, he took the player out of Steve's hands and examined the tape. "I remember this tape. Got it for him a few years back. It was pretty new, I think, and I surprised him with it when I got home from work one day." He laughed, looking up at the ceiling and blinking back tears. "He was so excited, he listened to it nonstop. Wore out the damn cassette and I had to get him a new one." He brought his hand to his eyes, wiping them and sniffing.

Steve put a hand on Wayne's shoulder. He didn't know if it would help, but he hoped it did. After a moment, Wayne handed the Walkman back. "Thank you for bein' here to help, I greatly appreciate it."

Steve's hand closed around the necklace in his pocket. "Well sir, about that--" he paused, steeling his resolve, "I actually came to give you this,” and held his hand out to reveal Eddie’s pick.

Wayne's eyebrows shot up, "Where did you--?"

"I found it at the cemetery after everyone had left. I'm sorry, I meant to bring it back sooner." Steve held out his palm, looking anywhere but Wayne's face.

Weathered hands clasped around his, closing his fingers back around the pick. "Thank you, son," Wayne smiled at him again, "But I can't keep this. I can't bear to look at it. You should keep it."

He supposed he understood. It must be hard having something like this around. But he couldn't help but feel that he shouldn't keep it. He felt like an imposter, posing as Eddie's friend. Still, he nodded wordlessly and put the necklace back in his pocket. Maybe he'd pass it along to Dustin later.

"Now, let's get the rest of my nephew's mess cleaned up, huh?"

Steve spent a few more hours with Wayne, packing all Eddie's things and tucking them into his truck. They mainly parted silently, but Wayne had told him to come to visit him anytime. He had also given Steve the box of Eddie's tapes and his Walkman before Steve could even ask for them, saying "I know he'd want them to go to someone who would appreciate them, and that sure as hell ain't me."

By the time Steve got home, he had a couple of messages waiting for him. He set the box of tapes down and clicked play on his answering machine. Robin's voice blared through the speaker. "Hey Stevie, where are you today? I came by your place and saw your car was gone. I want to have a movie night and power is still spotty at my place! Call me back!"

He sighed. He was so exhausted, he felt like he'd be asleep the second his head hit his pillow. *I'll call her back tomorrow*, he thought before picking the box back up and climbing the stairs to his room. He set it back down on his desk and disrobed, tossing his sweaty clothes in the corner to be dealt with when his arms weren't jelly from carrying so many boxes. "Eddie sure did have a lot of stuff," he muttered to himself.

He grabbed a random tape from the box and shoved it in the Walkman. It didn't really matter, though, he didn't even pay attention to the name of the band. He was asleep before he heard a single song.

He woke to the sound of plastic clicking against plastic against cardboard. Opening his eyes to look around, he found it was nearly pitch black, the moon barely making an appearance on the cloudy night. Despite that, something moving in the dark caught his eye. He rubbed his bleary eyes and suddenly discovered the sound of the noise. A human figure outlined against what little light was coming in through the window. And whoever they were, they were going through the box of Eddie's tapes.

Looking around, he lunged for the closest weapon he could find. A baseball bat that had been propped up against his bed frame. The figure turned to him, and he raised the bat. He cleared his throat and put on his best intimidating voice before saying, "Hey, who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?"

The figure chuckled low and deep, "Now now, Steve. You can't fault a man for looking through his own tape collection, can you?"

Steve lowered the bat a fraction of an inch. "E--Eddie?"

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Time and Chase

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is a major throwback but we are kicking off my TUA series of fics all the way from season one so that this story actually makes sense. Or about as much sense as it can be. I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, cursing, and violence.

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On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got seven of them.

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The car screeched and lurched in front of the Academy. Luther got out with Allison in his arms and Five had Karina.

"Come on! Let's go!" Five told his siblings.

"I don't think she's breathing," Luther panicked as they all ran inside the house.

"If we don't get her upstairs, she'll die," Klaus added.

Diego went to retrieve Grace and Pogo while the others burst into the infirmary. The three joined them as Luther put Allison on one examination table and Five put Karina on another.

"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx," Grace examined Allison and then checked Karina. "She has a concussion and a laceration to her shoulder." She went to Allison's side again. "One of you will need to give blood to Allison. Luckily Karina hasn't suffered as much loss."

"I will," all the boys answered in unison.

"I will," Luther spoke. "I'm doing it. For Allison."

"I've got Rina if she does end up needing it," Five was applying pressure to her shoulder.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boys," Pogo stepped forward, eyeing Luther first. "Your blood is more compatible with mine." He looked at Five. "And your blood type wouldn't be compatible with Mrs. Hargreeves, I am afraid."

Grace began picking up surgical tools to prepare for the procedure on Allison first.

"Hey, don't sweat it. I…I got this, big guy. I…I love needles," Klaus volunteered casually. He went over to Grace with his arm out and he patted it. "And of course I'll save my sweetest, bestest sister-in-law if the occasion arises."

"Master Klaus," Pogo cut in. "Your blood is…? How shall I say this? Too polluted."

"Move," Diego switched with Klaus.

"Yeah," Luther nodded.

Five took a breath. "Go on."

"I'll do it for both of them," Diego took one look at the needle Grace had before he whimpered and his eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he fainted.

"Whoa!" Klaus winced.

Pogo was unfazed as he nodded to Grace. "Stick him."

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Karina groaned as she started to wake up. Her head was pounding and her shoulder felt incredibly sore, tightly wrapped with a bandage. She rubbed her eyes with her good arm, blinking to clear her vision. She slowly and groggily sat up, taking in her surroundings. Next to her, the table was empty.

"Hello?" she hoarsely called out.

Karina grimaced as she got down from the table. The whole house felt eerily quiet.

"Five?" she tentatively said. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

She wandered around the house a bit more, seeing a door was open. She heard voices and ended up descending down to find herself in a giant concrete, soundproof chamber. Luther, Klaus, and Diego were deep in discussion while Vanya was locked away, screaming and banging on the door.

"You locked up our sister because you think she has powers," Diego accused.

"No, I know she does. Pogo told me," Luther argued. "He's always known, and so did Dad."

"Why would they hide this from us? I mean, am I the only one that didn't know this place existed?"

"He hid so much from us," Klaus breathed out.

"He hid it because he was afraid…of her," Luther stepped forward.

"Oh, that's ridiculous," Klaus dismissed him.

"Is it? Dad's lied about everything else, why is this so far-fetched?" Luther pointed out.

"If you're right, then maybe she's the one who killed Peabody," Diego added.

"And cut Allison's throat and knocked out Karina," Luther finished.

"She didn't knock me out. Harold did," Karina cut in.

The three jumped and turned to see her there.

"You're up. Shouldn't you be with Five?" Luther asked.

"This looks more important to me. Why did you lock Vanya up like she's some circus freak?"

"For safety. She has powers and she hurt people with them!"

"Whoa, no!" Klaus threw up his hands. "Let's…I ju-sorry, just, let's go back, all right? This is Vanya we're talking about. Our sister. The one who always cried when we stepped on ants as kids!"

"Yeah, I know. I know it's difficult to accept-" Luther said, turning away from Karina.

"It's not difficult to accept, it's impossible to accept!" Klaus exclaimed.

"No, he's right. We can't keep her locked up without proof," Diego pointed out.

"Wh-What more proof do you need?" Luther remarked. "Karina is right there! Ask her!"

"That's not fair to me or to Vanya. You can't expect me to explain your sister, because I had no clue she had powers until recently so don't you dare throw me under the bus for it," Karina bit out.

"She's got a point, Luther. Why don't we just open the door and ask Vanya?" Klaus suggested.

"No, she's not goin' anywhere," Luther shot him down.

"No, even if you're right-which I am still not totally convinced you are-she needs our help, and we can't do that if she's locked in a cage," Diego whirled to face him.

"Yeah, and for all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary," Klaus continued.

"Terrifying, really, to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do!" Karina stepped further into the room.

"Look, if what Pogo told me is even half true, then she is not just a danger to us," Luther snapped.

Everyone turned to see Allison slowly approach. She was confused to see the group.

"Allison, what are you doing down here?" Luther sighed. "You should be in bed. As should Karina."

"You don't get to decide what I should or shouldn't do," Karina snapped as Allison scribbled something down.

"Let her go," her note said.

"I can't do that. She hurt you," Luther shook his head.

She scribbled down another note and held it up. "My fault."

"I'm sorry, but she's staying put. Just until we know what we're dealing with," Luther told her.

"And what happens after that? You're planning on keeping her down here still?" Karina raised an eyebrow.

Luther shot her a silencing glare.

She scoffed incredulously. "Unbelievable. You are unbelievable. I can't believe you would do this to your own sister."

"Is this really any of your concern?"

"You know what? Screw you. You all fight it out," Karina snapped and stormed out.

She was aggravated already and she had no clue where Five was. Nor, to be honest, did she feel like looking for him. He probably thought she was still unconscious.

She went into his room, noticing that Delores was gone.

"Oh…" Karina realized that he probably went to go return her.

She sighed, sinking onto the bed. She didn't even get to say goodbye, how rude. She laid down and shut her eyes, wanting nothing more to just fall asleep and wake up in a better place.

A loud, sudden thud jolted Karina awake and she inhaled sharply, looking around before realizing who was free from her little prison.

"Oh, shit," she leapt to her feet and raced out the door.

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